#owl seduction

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Idk if this is useful to you yet, but I think it's funny so I'm gonna tell you what I found about bird courtship. It's not relevant for Powder since she's female (on the other hand, she could be a progressive bird?) but crows court by doing dramatic aerial maneuvers and dancing with a puffed up feather coat. And owls? Hoot. They hoot "vigorously", in the hopes it'll attract a female.

Ok, so I, too, had a giggle at this while I tried to figure out how this would work. Time to think on all things affection/courtship to seduction.

Bit more headcanon for now. May well play a role in the future.

They're human, so how would it translate? Human affection and bird impulse? It actually works quite nicely with the love languages/acts of affection they already do in this world.

affection/'courtship'

Powder/Jinx is in bird terms definitely progressive. The girl is practically addicted to the acrobatics of flying, little adrenaline junkie that she is.

It took her a moment to get there, deep seated insecurities held her back, but after that first dive, she never looked back.

She loves games, and they spent much of their childhood playing and still do. This is an extension. She likes to have fun, play together, and indulge in a bit of a rush. She likes to dazzle Ekko, and she knows she does, as he admitted as much just after their first kiss. And then, having him play and fly right along is something she loves. Owls apparently, too, have special courtship flights, so it doesn't take much to convince him. 

The puffing up of her coat, oh yes. I mean, she has to show off all that wonderful blue to him, right? It works very well. He always has a compliment ready. Sometimes, it's in irritation that she puffs up. That works, too, though, as Ekko will usually stop what he's doing to smooth out her feathers. Either hands or beak are good in her book.

The hooting, how would that be shaped? Words, Ekko is good with words. He knows just how to turn up the charm, how to talk her down when she gets stuck, or panicked. Yes, he got trapped by his own thoughts when he wanted to confess, but everyones premitted their hiccups.

Powder had to learn to articulate better what she wanted at that time. Luckily, she had a good example. As for the actual hooting, she thinks the sound is lovely, something spooky and cute matches well with her vibe. If Powder is too preoccupied or occupied by other people, a hoot is all it will take to get her attention and get him a scratch. 

As he gets older, as a human, songs will make their way into the vocabulary. As an owl, entire sets of hoots will join up. It's not quite a song, but it's beautiful non the less. Powder's at first is a little embarrassed but absolutely loves it and quickly starts humming along or as a crow her own gentle rattlling song.

Ekko also likes giving things, owls also give food, it doesn't take much to realise that Powder is easily distracted by her favourite snacks along with trinkets. He will on his way from Benzo's to the Last Drop pick up different or new snacks which she will quickly devourer (probably a good thing he thinks it's cute.) It has caused mild jealousy but these are exclusively for her.

For seduction:

The flying acrobatics is a rush and will often end with them tumbling together, beak jousting and tickle or play fights and kissing, and then tumbling into more. It's all laughter and urgent.

The words and songs or variations of hoots and her humming/rattling, and dancing along are slower, gentler. It's a game of sounds and touches. Accumulating in an embrace that leave them lost in the other and gasping. 

Depends on the mood or who's taking charge

An extra

Mutual preening is something for both of them. As a human, they both have hair that needs care, and it very much becomes bonding moments for them. As bird, it becomes the default greeting action. Also, just touch in general, plenty of hugs, sitting on her lap as an owl, or she as a crow on either on his lap or on his shoulder (Powder has stolen his cuff multiple times from here.) And getting all the pets and scratches.

Powder also thinks Ekko's fingers are magic. She will only admit this much later, half dazed in sensation. He will never let her forget it or the ego boost that it was.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Helluvaboss X Hazbinhotel in "Suitors Delima"

(Warning, this contains NSFW, Muscle growth, transformation, Ect. If your a Minor please don't reply to this..Viewer disgression is advised)

On the Glorious day At the Kingdom of The Mystic Inferno Fox, The Last Suitor was Kicked Out from the Kingdom..as the guard told the bad Suitor that he's no longer set foot in this castle again…Saphira The True Ruler of hell was Standing there watching the Bad Suitor walks away all beat up and torn..Saphira was Quite Stern..the reason why he was beat it..He Dared to lay a horrible Hands On Her which is a Huge Mistake..But Luckily..He Kept his hands though..otherwise his hands will be chopped off Sooner.. Then Saphira goes back to her throne..rubbing her Forehead with fustration and growls…Knowing that She wouldn't allow Abuse In this hell..then Her Goetia Royal Advisor (which she is a Snowy Owl) Name "Eliza" Comes to her..and she said with a warm concerning tone,

Eliza: "Oh dear Friend, I knew This Suitors is nothing but trouble.. and I don't blame you for Banishing him For Daring to lay hands on you..Luckily He kept his hands as well."

Saphira: "Indeed, Other wise..he'll be left with no hands at all. heh"

Saphira Use her magic to spawn a wine glass full of greatest wine in hell and took a sip of it..but then Eliza said,

Eliza:"So..What Shall we do? You must find Someone who is worthy for your hands as well Your Majesty.."

Saph:" I know..but many suitors of Hell was not Worthy..they're Beyond redemtion as well…Maybe I should go Up to the Mortal World..luckily..I live in the Nice Mansion but I need to blend in So that way the Humans Doesn't Know That I'm the Kitsune that has the Royal Mistical Blood.."

Eliza: "I agree..this is the Only way To Find Someone To marry you and I meant Someone Who is Worthy For your Hand Your Majesty."

Saphira Nodded and Use Her Spells to transport herself and Eliza To the Mortal World..inside of her Beautiful Luxurious Mansion..Eliza in human Form..She has White hair and Yellow Diamond eyes..and Saphira in human form is White hair and Blue Sapphire eyes as she dressed so Lovely and elegant clothes. In the Mortal World, Saphira is Super famous that she OutShine Verosika for a famous concerts, Musics, Modeling, especially Movie and Tv star itself as well…and also She owns her company called "Fire Fox co."…So Now..saphira smiles and said,

Saph:"It is good to be back on top, Sighs best things ever.."

She smiles but faded and said,

Saph:"I pray to inari if I ever find someone, I hope He'll treat me Like a queen..or a goddess more or less.."

Eliza: "Of course Dear, Don't worry There's alot of good man out there waiting for you..you'll see"

So Saphira Nodded knowing that Eliza's Reassuring her, Knowing that There's a Hope that someone who would love her…But..There's someone Who is a Scientist and He Always..and Mean Always was Obsessed with her so much that he will Do anything to win her heart, So he Decided to make a Potion which will make him More Hotter and Seductive as ever But Little Does he Knows That the potion will cause him to have a Split Personality Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde…Meanwhile Saphira was Riding a Limo With Eliza who is now To humans It's Her Assistant Manager as She head to the Company For Modeling…So During the modeling..She hears the knocking and said," OH! Come in, come in…Lets see who was it?" Then the Door Opens When she sees Her Old good nerdy friend and she said"OH! My good Darling friend! How have you been!?" She got up and Hugs him and then he said…

[rainbowpopeworld]

@shoemakerobstetrician I completely agree with you! 💖 I put that line in there because of Neil, who didn’t even write the Companion to Owls minisode, responding (see link below) that it wasn’t intended to have sexual subtext. But at the very least, Michael “single entendre” Sheen put his all into that scene.

I’m not laughing *at you* about finding them attractive but I can see what you mean 😅💗 I didn’t join the online fandom until early August, after I had watched season 2, so I only saw references to earlier Bildad disgust. And yeah David evokes some libidinous things through his performance there.

So, sometimes an ox rib is just an ox rib. But not in this case ☺️😂

(Nobody tag him on this- it doesn’t matter what he thinks and we already know anyway!😂)

[gemsarejustshinyrocks]

Reverse Robins AU where everyone is their canon ages but Bruce gets them backwards

And Sooner, thus smaller

Cass: David Cain makes the mistake of letting Bruce know of Cass. Bruce comes back to Gotham with an infant while David Cain resurfaces years later with a case of broken spine. Alfred is torn between pride in his son and exasperation at his newfound hobby of dressing like a furry. (Cass's first word is "bat")

Damian: Talia looks at Bruce (and his ruthlessness in child protection), likes what she sees, and decides he's her new baby daddy. She then spends the next few years in a push-pull seduction trip with Bruce (consensually, fuck you) while simultaneously building up her power base, weeding out her father's men, and plotting his downfall. However, when she becomes pregnant she vanishes for several months only for a baby to appear in Bruce's bed; swaddled in a beautiful blanket and tucked next to the wickedly sharp knife she murdered her father with. Cass is eight years old.

Tim: Bruce doesn't adopt Dick, he doesn't become Robin, thus Tim never connects crazy acrobatics between circus child and traffic light. He's still a baby stalker with an interest in Gotham's nightlife, but here batman works alone. He eventually figures it out anyway, but not before getting involved in something he really shouldn't have which leads to Bruce looking into the Drakes much sooner. By the time they fly back from wherever the hell they've been three months later, Tim's already living with the Wayne's and Bruce has legal blackmail a mile wide. Nine year old Cass has a new little brother big enough to dance with, One Year Old Damian is decidedly unimpressed as toddlers can be, and Six Year Old Tim is starry-eyed at living with the actual batman.

Jason: is eight years old when one of Batman's rouges explodes the building he lived in with his mother and Willis. (Something that wouldn't have happened if he had another pair of hands to help and distract with a quip and a laugh) Bruce Wayne finds him stealing his converter while visiting the memorial he set up in Park Row for his parents. (Jason doesn't know what this rich idiot with more money than sense wants with him; probably as a "playmate" toy for his three spoiled brats no doubt, but at least he'll be off the streets.) One kidnapping later and Jason is of the firm belief that he's still a rich idiot with more money than sense, because all his sense was beaten out of him in that fursuit. Jason turns nine with a seven year old stalker, a two year old demon, and a ten year old shadow as siblings and he's never been happier.

Dick: Oof. The scales of fate aren't fucked with lightly. His future siblings may have happier lives, but only because he suffered instead. Here's the deal: As in canon, the Graysons came to Gotham and died when Dick was nine. However, Bruce never went. Cass was sick, so Bruce never saw the Graysons fall. The Court of Owls did. And the rest, they say, is history. (Until the Kidnapping of Jason Todd, "Street trash" sullying the Wayne name, cracks the Court's disguise and Batman finds an immortal sixteen year old Assassin in the depths of Gotham's oldest cult.

[taking-thyme]

🌅 Lucifer Deity Guide 🌅

Note: This is inspired by both my own experiences with Lucifer and the information I read on @scarletarosa's blog and her devotional guide to him. Please go read that one too!!

The divine rebel, Lucifer is the light of truth and divine wisdom; an ancient light which shines through the darkness, representing illumination. He is the driving force of innovation, liberation and transformation. According to Scarletarosa, who actively works with Lucifer and was told this by him, he was the first-born god of the Universe created by the supreme deity, the Source. He is so incredibly ancient and beautiful. Lilith was created to be his counterpart, the Queen of Heaven. However, Jehovah took the throne of heaven from Lucifer and cast him and his followers into hell. Most of them lost their connection to heaven and their energy became dark and intense. Jehovah claimed the throne of heaven and set himself up as the one true god, manipulating humans into betraying their original deities. Thus, Lucifer became the King of Hell and has been scorned by Christians for millenia. 

God of: Illumination, Light, Darkness, Change, Rebirth, Challenges, Innovation, Logic, Truth, Knowledge, Wisdom, Strategy, Persuasion, Revolution, Luxury, Pleasure, Freedom, The Arts and The Morning Star (“Morning Star” is another name for the planet Venus)

Symbols: Sigil of Lucifer, The Morning Star, Violins and Fiddles (instruments traditionally associated with him)

Plants and Trees: Rose, Belladonna, Mulberry, Patchouli, Myrrh, Min, Tobacco, Marigold, Lilies, Hyacinth, Sage

Crystals: Amethyst, Black Obsidian, Onyx, Garnet, Selenite, Rose Quartz

Animals: Black Animals in general, Dragons, Snakes, Owls, Eagles, Ravens, Crows, Rams, Foxes, Pigs,  Bats, Rats, Moths, Swans

Incense: Rose, Frankincense, Patchouli, Myrrh

Colors: Black, Red, Silver, Emerald Green, Gold

Tarot: The Devil

Planets: The Morning Star, Venus

Day: Monday and Friday

Consort: Lilith

Children: Naema, Aetherea and many others

How was he traditionally worshipped?

There is not much to say about how Lucifer was historically worshiped seeing as he wasn’t worshiped at all for a large chunk of human history. He seems to have been worked with in some capacity according to the Gesta Treverorum, written in 1231, which is where we first see the term Luciferian being used to refer to his worship. This was by a woman named Lucardis for a religious circle, who was said to lament to Lucifer in private and prayed to him. However, the term Luciferians was later applied to basically any groups Christians didn’t like and wanted to fight, as one might expect. However, the modern Luciferian movement also sheds light on how Lucifer is worshiped. For Luciferians, enlightenment is the ultimate goal. Their basic principles highlight truth, freedom of will and fulfilling one’s ultimate potential, and encourage the same in all of us. Traditional dogma is shunned because Luciferians believe that humans do not need deities or the threat of eternal punishment to know what is good and the right thing to do. All ideas are to be tested before being accepted, and even then one should remain critical because knowledge is fluid and ever-changing. Regardless of whether Luciferians view Lucifer as a deity or an archetype, he is a representation of ultimate illumination and exploration in the name of personal growth. 

Epithets

Phanes

The Morning Star

Light-bringer

The First-born

Prince of Darkness

Son of Morning

The Glory of Morning

Lord of the Lunar Sphere

The First Light

Offerings

Red Wine, Whiskey (especially Jack Daniels), Champagne, Pomegranate Juice, Black Tea (especially earl grey), Chocolate (especially dark chocolate), Cooked Goat Meat, Venison, Apples, Pomegranates, Honey, Good Quality Cigars, Tobacco, Daggers and Swords, Silver Rings, Emeralds and Emerald Jewelry, Goat Horns, Black Feathers, Seductive Colognes, Red Roses, Dead Roses, Crow Skulls, Bone Dice, Devotional Poetry and Artwork, Classical Music (especially violin)

Devotional Acts

Acts of self-improvement, spiritual awakening and evolution, knowledge-seeking and dedication to spirituality ; Shadow Work ; Working to overcome your ego to become wiser ; Defending those in need ; Working to better yourself without being too self critical ; Fighting against tyranny and bigotry whenever you encounter it

Altar Decorations

Black or Red Candles, Snake and Dragon Figurines, His sigil, Roses, Fancy Chess Boards and Playing Cards, Silver Jewlery and ornaments, Black feathers, Goat horns

Appearance

For me Lucifer usually appears as a tall light-skinned man with long fiery red hair (so red it looks like it’s been dyed), a sophisticated face with a killer jawline, passionate eyes and dressed in a fancy black suit. From all my experiences with him and what I’ve heard from other followers, it seems Lucifer and most demons dress in full suits and tuxedos. 

Personality

Lucifer is nothing if not charming. He’s a protector first and foremost - one that always works to help you better yourself, but a protector nonetheless. He feels like a protective older brother taking care of you while your parents are away. He is a very complex entity, deeply wise and eloquent. He is more serious than one might expect for a demon given their popular depictions in our culture as chaotic forces of evil, but Lucifer is full of courage and love. I often feel him with me even when I’m not doing things related to him. He is proud of his follower’s accomplishments and congratulates them on a job well done, though he also reminds them that the job is never truly over. Growth is constant. Lucifer is the epitome of growth, blunt and gentle at the same time, telling you what you need to do and giving you space to figure out how to do it. 

Lucifer values resilience, the pursuit of self-betterment, intellectualism, courage, open-mindedness and responsibility in individuals and wants to see his followers develop these qualities. He is constantly rooting for you to reach your full potential. He won’t hold your hand the entire way, but he will help you take steps in the right direction. Lucifer, like all deities, is different for everyone and will adjust his approach depending on your needs.

^ The Sigil of Lucifer

[rainylana]

“Ride me, baby.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: you have sex with eddie by the pond.

warnings: outdoor sex, language, short but sweet and smutty:)

There was something about it being risky that made you both horny motherfuckers. The thrill and excitement of it all that brought so much more pleasurable for the both of you. Eddie peaked his head out the trailer door, scanning the trailer park lot for any by-passers, with you giggling behind him like a little kid. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Eddie grabbed your hand and led you outside, closing the door quietly to not wake his uncle on the couch. “You’re gonna wake everybody!” His curls bounced as he trotted down the steps of his home.

You both giggled as you ran around his trailer, trying to contain your contagious laughter, your bare feet getting slightly damp from the night dew that had frosted. “It’s cold!” You whined. “Are you sure you want to do this!”

“It was your idea!” Eddie exclaimed, leading you through the woods. “And you, should have worn shoes.”

You laughed like a madman, grabbing his arm with broth hands to keep up with him. You winced when you stepped on a sharp twig. “How much further?” You asked.

He pushed a branch out of his way and stepped to the side so he could pull you forward. “We’re here. Not too far when you take the shortcut.”

You sighed happily, stomping your feet on the soft grass rather than the mess of the forest floor. “It’s cute!” You beamed at the small pond, a children’s play set over to your left. “Wayne come fishin’ here?”

“Yeah, him and Hopper.” He brought you to the edge, your reflections glimmering in the water. “It’s pretty, isn’t it? Peaceful.”

You hummed, bending down to run your hand in the cold water. “Is there big fishies in there?”

He smirked at your term and shrugged. “I don’t know, baby, I’d assume so. Wayne’s not that good at it, if you ask me.”

“I wanna learn.” You out your foot in the water, gritting your teeth at the coldness.

“I’m sure he’d be happy to teach you.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “Come er’.” He pulled you into his arms, cupping your cheek to give you a full, deep kiss that made your tummy flutter.

You moaned into him, pushing off his jacket as it fell to grassy floor of the Earth. “You gonna fuck me out here?” You pushed your body against him.

He reached around to grope your ass, grinding his body against yours. He put his arms around you and lowered you gently to the ground, towering over you. “Fuck, I love that sweet little dress.”

You wore a yellow sundress, too short for the imagination was what Eddie liked to say about it, but he had no problem with you wearing it for him and only him. “Ride me, baby.” He husked, flipping onto his back to lay against the ground, unbuckling his belt.

You pulled down your panties and threw them half hazardously to the side, pushing his hands away so you could free his hardening cock. “Someones happy to see me.” You grinned ear to ear, bending down to take him in your mouth.

“Ah,” He gasped, looking down to watch you swallow his cock. “F-fuck,”

“Not yet, baby,” You let him go, lifting your hits. “I’ve gotta get me some too, now.” You smiled as your pussy stretched around his cock, your hands lifting your dress to get it out of the way.

“Jesus,” He looked up at the stars as you placed your hands on his chest, moving your hips slowly back and forth.

You moaned happily, the cool air drifting in your hair and soft against your skin. The grass under your knees, the sounds of crickets and night owls, the water behind you. It all seamed out of a movie.

You rode him quicker, your hands holding you steady and in place. You bit your lip hard, seductively, letting out little whimpers that made him twitch inside of you. “Such a dirty girl,” He trembled, becoming undone for you. “Riding me out here where anyone could see.”

You leaned down to kiss him firmly, shutting him up as you moved your hips back and forth like ocean currents. Your tongues tangled together, swiping over teeth and gums as you bounced on him. You moaned into each other’s mouth like animals.

You squealed when he tossed you around and put you on your back, throwing your legs over his hips as he thrusted into you hard. You cried out from the sharpness of his cock pushing inside of you, making you clamp your mouth shut. He grabbed your hands and placed them above your head. “Uh, uh, I wanna hear those sweet sweet noises, baby girl.”

He thrusted into you animalisticly, making your eyes blur with tears as you looked up to the stars. “Shit,” Your voice was full and shaky, your tits practically spilling from your chest as they bounced up and down.

His pelvis rubbed against your clit and sent you over the edge, biting his shoulder as you cried out. You felt him shoot his load inside of you, the tremble of his legs making him collapse atop of you. You both panted, your breath coming out in puffs of clouds.

“Shit,” He gasped into your neck, trying to hold himself. “Sorry babe- did you cum? I couldn’t last,”

You giggled, slapping his shoulder. “I always cum, Eddie. Now, get the fuck off me.”

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Owls look silly when they're on their back or side and it makes me think of how funny it would be if it's that way with harpy owl Rook.

Also, oh my gosh, look at those floofy claw feeties.

Like, imagine he's trying to pose seductively on your bed, or even in his nest, but he just looks so cute/silly. Especially if his feets end up in the air like that.

Hmmm actually it makes sense it that would be a common thing for harpies in general with how their bodies are.

[geotjwrs]

wtf! (18+)

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut (minors dni!)

The night was quiet and still, but Y/n couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, missing Jenna terribly. Her laugh, her smile, the way she made everything better just by being there – it was all he could think about. Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number, hoping she would pick up.

After a few rings, Jenna's sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," Y/n said softly, trying not to sound too desperate.

"Y/n?" Jenna mumbled, clearly groggy. "What time is it?"

"It's late," Y/n admitted, glancing at the clock. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I just... I really needed to hear your voice."

Jenna's voice softened, though she was still half-asleep. "It's okay. I miss you too. What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," Y/n confessed. "I just keep thinking about you. I wish you were here."

Jenna yawned, her exhaustion evident. "I wish I was there too. But we can talk for a bit, if that helps."

Y/n smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "Yeah, that helps. Tell me about your day."

Jenna started to recount her day, but her words were slurred and slow. Y/n could tell she was struggling to stay awake. "And then... I... um, sorry, Y/N. I'm just so tired."

"I know," Y/n said gently. "You should go back to sleep."

"But I want to be here for you," Jenna insisted, though her voice was barely more than a whisper.

"I appreciate that, Jenna. Really, I do," Y/n said, his heart aching with love for her. "But you need your rest. I'll be okay."

There was a pause, and Y/n could hear Jenna shifting in her bed. "Are you sure? I don't want you to be alone if you're feeling like this."

"I'll manage," Y/n replied, trying to sound reassuring. "Just knowing you care means a lot."

"Okay," Jenna said reluctantly. "But call me first thing in the morning, alright?"

"Will do," Y/n promised. "Goodnight, Jenna. I love you."

"Love you too," Jenna murmured, her voice trailing off as she drifted back to sleep. "Goodnight..."

Y/n hung up the phone, but the emptiness he felt didn't go away. If anything, it felt worse now that he'd heard her voice but couldn't be with her. He lay back down, staring at the ceiling, feeling more alone than ever.

...

The night was dark and quiet, with only the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl breaking the silence. Y/n, a tall, athletic figure, crept stealthily towards Jenna's bedroom window, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew that tonight would be different, more passionate and intense than any encounter they had shared before.

As he reached the window, he paused for a moment to catch his breath and to take in the sight of Jenna's room, bathed in moonlight. Carefully, he hoisted himself up and slid through the open window, his eyes immediately drawn to the beautiful figure lying on the bed. Jenna, her long, dark hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes closed in sleep.

Y/n's heart raced as he approached the bed, his gaze locked on Jenna's seductive curves. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and run his fingers lightly over her delicate skin, tracing the outline of her full, luscious lips. As he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, Jenna's eyes flickered open, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she realized that Y/n was there, in her room, with her.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise and desire.

"I couldn't stay away, Jenna," Y/n murmured, his voice husky with longing. "I had to see you, to touch you. I need you, Jenna."

With that, he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Jenna moaned softly, her fingers digging into Y/n's back, pulling him closer.

"Y/n, you're making me so hot," she breathed, her eyes smoldering with desire. "I want you inside me, now."

Y/n's cock throbbed at the sound of her voice, the thought of sliding his hard length into her willing pussy driving him wild. He pulled away from her lips, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at her.

"Turn over, Jenna," he commanded, his voice low and gruff. "I want to see that perfect ass of yours."

Obeying his command, Jenna rolled onto her stomach, her cheeks flushed with anticipation as Y/n began to caress the soft, round globes of her ass. He traced the curve with his fingers, lingering on the sensitive skin, making Jenna squirm with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his fingers slipping lower to tease the sensitive flesh between her thighs. "You're so wet for me, Jenna. I can feel it."

"Oh, Y/n," she moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers brushed against her clit. "Please, touch me there. I need to cum."

Y/n's cock throbbed at the sound of her plea, his balls aching with desire. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, he needed to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, to hear her screams of pleasure as he drove deep inside her.

Without warning, he plunged two fingers into Jenna's slick channel, her wetness coating his fingers as he thrust in and out, her moans growing louder with each pass.

"Y/n, that feels so good," she gasped, her hips rocking in time with his movements. "But I need more, I need your cock inside me."

Y/n growled in response, his fingers leaving her pussy as he positioned himself between her legs. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her, his balls slapping against her ass as he began to pump in and out, each stroke more intense than the last.

"Fuck, Jenna," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove deeper, harder. "You're so tight, so fucking wet. I love fucking you like this, baby."

Jenna cried out in pleasure, her voice mingling with Y/n's deep, guttural growls as he pounded into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Y/n, I'm going to cum," she gasped, her body trembling with desire. "Fuck me harder, baby, make me cum so hard."

Y/n grunted in response, his hips pistoning faster, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with a wet, slapping sound. Jenna's moans grew louder, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room as she reached the brink of ecstasy.

"Yes, baby, yes!" she cried, her body tensing as she felt the first wave of her orgasm wash over her. "I'm cumming, Y/n, I'm cumming so hard!"

Y/n groaned in response, his cock swelling inside her as he felt her pussy clamp down around him, her juices flowing over his shaft as she rode the waves of her orgasm. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied his load, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Y/n wrapped his arms around Jenna, pulling her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison as they savored the intimate connection they had shared.

But their moment of bliss was short-lived, as the sound of footsteps outside Jenna's room shattered the silence. Y/n's heart raced with dread as he realized that they had been caught, their secret rendezvous exposed for all to see.

"What the fuck is going on here?" a voice cried out, and Y/n's blood ran cold as he recognized the voice of Jenna's sister, Aliyah. "Get the fuck out of my room, both of you!"

Y/n scrambled to pull on his clothes, his face burning with shame as he realized that Aliyah had caught them in the act. But there was no time to explain, no time to make excuses. They had been caught, and there was no escaping the consequences of their actions.

Jenna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she pulled on her clothes, her eyes downcast as she faced her sister. But Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had marked Jenna, claimed her as his own, even if it was for just one night.

As they left Jenna's room, the weight of their secret hanging heavy in the air, Y/n couldn't help but wonder if there would be a next time, if they would ever be able to recapture the passion and intensity of that one, unforgettable night.

[bunnys-kisses]

trust - astarion ancunin

pairing: astarion ancunin x fem!reader rating:  18+ tags: pwp, smut, outdoor sex, intimacy & love, missionary, sappy & sweet

Oh how times had changed. Astarion was a new man, more of a man than he was for the past two hundred years. He was no longer a captive to a sadistic vampire master who only saw Astarion as a means to capture prey.

And it all changed because the vampire spawn made the acquaintance of a young traveller. If Astarion had a bit more malice in his heart he would've killed you or at least tried. But you showed him a kindness that he didn't understand at first.

 'Why me?' He'd often think to himself when you proved that there was no malicious intent with your actions. If he wanted to be free from the curse of a spawn, then you'd help him with his goal. It took him a while to get adjusted to the freedom.

But Astarion was a curious man. The way a moth is curious when nearing a flame. He wondered if he'd get burned, or worse, fully disintegrated. Dust from your simple touch.

  “I want you.” He said softly one night, his voice low in your ear, “Will you join me tonight?” His slender fingers caught strands of your hair. It was an old seduction tactic, but it wasn't to find food for his master. It was to indulge in passion for himself.

You looked over to him. Your eyes met his, you were captivated by the red of his eyes. You could only describe them as rubies, but you knew they held a lot of heartbreak. Only one look at his back gave you all the answers you needed.

  “Astarion.” You replied, “Do you want me to join you?”You fully turned around. There was a slight height difference between you two so you had to tilt your head to look at him, “Do you want me, or do you want to feed?”

He frowned, “Of course I want you, why wouldn't I?” He leaned in closer, “I want to know what our party leader tastes like. You freed me of my strings, darling. I am no puppet to no master. If I want you, it's of my own free will.” His expression softened.

You reached for him and touched his face. His skin was cool and soft. Part of you expected it to be like marble the way his features were carved. Your gaze quickly dropped to his lips before you made eye contact once more. You dragged your touch down to his chest and placed your hand over where his heart was.

If it was still beating you wondered if it would be racing. Questions of Astarion's mortal place died on your tongue, bringing up the past would only ruin the mood.

Just as Astarion was curious about you, you were curious about him. A high elf turned vampire, a magistrate turned spawn. A creature of the night with an insatiable lust for blood. So many questions yet so little answers.

  “Tell me again you want me.” You said.

He leaned closer, he crowded into your space as he said softly, “I want you. I want all of you, darling. I want to know what you feel like inside and out. I wish to devour you whole.” He pulled away, his hand took yours, “Is that enough convincing?“

You frowned, ”I am trusting you, Astarion.“

He chuckled, ”That's the first I've ever heard that. I don't think anyone has ever trusted me.“ He took your other hand, his fingers locked with yours, ”This will be exciting then, Trust.“ You could see the hint of a smile on his lips. You were inclined to smile back.

You gave him his freedom. You ripped the chains from him and gave him the choice to determine his own life. You could not heal his vampirism, but you could care for him. Maybe make him believe he wasn't a monster.

Trust. There was a nice ring to it. Trust between two willing parties and as he led you through the thick of the woods, you were more than willing to see how deep the trust ran.

-

The moon hung heavy in the sky as if it was threatening to drop on the earth. It cast a light across the land as you stepped out from the woods and into a clearing.

You held his hand tighter when you heard the call of an owl from the top of one of the trees.

  ”I'm certain an owl won't hurt you, darling.“ He led you to behind a grand rock, ”If It does, however. I'll slit its throat.“ His smile grew before he took you by the face and pulled you in for a tight kiss.

You tensed for a moment, your eyes widened before you relaxed into his touch and melted into the kiss. You held onto his arms and further the kiss. You could hear your heart racing in your ears. This was a strange feeling.

You had been intimate with men before. You were no stranger to their anatomy. But there was something enthralling about Astarion that you couldn't put into words. He was unlike any other being you had known.

He shuddered against your kiss before he pulled away, his breathing was a tad heavier. He sank with you down to the grass. The boulder obscured you both from viewing. It allowed you a little more privacy.

No owls had to see what you two were about to do.

  ”I've become addicted to you, my dear. I had been in a cage for so long and you freed me without a second thought.“ He took your face in his hands and he gazed down at you, ”You could've easily made me your slave. But instead you are more than willing to put a stake through the heart of my master. We have killed for each other and quite frankly,  I'll continue to kill anyone who gets in our way.“

You wrapped your arms around him delicately, ”I want you to be a free man,  Astarion. Even if I want to, I could never tame you. It would be like taming the great North Star, it's impossible.“

He chuckled softly, ”Getting soft on me now, aren't we?“ He tried not to feel the tug in his chest from your kind words. Maybe it was a desire to be in control and not collapse from the weight of your kind words.

You moved his hands away from your face and you held both of them to your eye level. You kissed his cold knuckles, all of his skin was smooth and soft. He hadn't aged a day in over two hundred years. You closed your eyes, ”You are the brightest star I can see.“ You opened them once more to meet his gaze, ”I would follow you to the pit of hell if it meant being by your side.“

Astarion looked at you, with minor shock across his face. He turned his head briefly to compose himself before he looked back to you, ”I think you'll be leading me to hell, darling. But it shall be much warmer with you by my side.“

You two kissed once more. Slowly you were stripped of your clothes. You parted so he could get your armour off of you along with the clothes underneath. Soon your items laid around you. You pressed your bare chest up against the front of his shirt.

The softness of the material tickled your breasts and paired with the cool air, your nipples grew hard. You exhaled deeply as you propped yourself up against the rock. You could feel the heat lingering in your face.

You could feel the heat intensify as he began to strip himself. You had seen Astarion nude before, you have seen all of your members nude at one point or another. It was the reality of being so close together. But under the pale moonlight, he looked less like a monster and more like a divine being.

Carved from the highest quality marble, the lines of his body enticed you. You swallowed as your eyes reached his hardened cock. Your hands dug into the green grass under you. It was impressive, sizable but not intimidating. To see it that close was far different than seeing it from a distance as he bathed in the river.

He noticed your gaze and reached down to touch the top of your head. His hand combed through your hair as he said, ”No need to feed my ego, darling. I know what you're going to say.“

You looked up to his face and straightened up, ”I didn't say anything.“

He laughed, ”You don't have to, I can see it in the lines of your forehead.“ He rubbed his thumb against the creases to smooth them out, ”I guess you want me as much as I want you.“

  ”I want you.“ You confirmed.

He got down to the ground quickly and encroached on your space once more. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, mindful of the scars on his back. The kiss you shared was more heated then the previous ones.

The time for affection was over as lust emerged. It heated your body as you both laid in the grass. His hands explored your body. He ran fingers across your own scars. He felt every curve that you possessed,  he felt the moles and the raised scars from your dedication to training. You heard him hiss into the kiss as he grew more aroused by the feeling of you so close to him.

In over two hundred years he never had the fortune of a lover like you.

He laid you out on the grass,  he gazed down at you. He kept himself up as he dug his hands in the grass under you. He took a moment to admire you. He had seen many mortal nude during his time on this planet. But there was a connection between you two that he couldn't deny. It wasn't sex for the sake of a meal. It was sex built on a foundation of trust.

For the first time in a long time,  Astarion trusted you. In his eyes you could do no wrong.

If he was a star, then you were the angel that hung him up in the night sky.

  ”My darling." He said softly as he grabbed you by the waist and rested himself on his heels. His cock stood at full attention as he rubbed it up against your cunt.

You covered your face with his hands, “Astarion.”

  “Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see how I make you feel.“ He replied as he reached to your face and pulled away your hands, ”Don't make me pin them down.“

You swallowed, ”You don't have to."

  "Good.“ He replied softly. He brushed his cock up against your wet slit. He exhaled sharply from the feeling. It made his cock twitch with excitement. He soon guided his cock into your sweet sex.

He tried to pace himself so as to not cause you discomfort. He kept his eyes on you for any signs of pain as he sank further into you. His jaw tensed as he felt the warmth of lust spread from his gut. Soon he had every last centimetre inside of you.

You had taken him so well. He leaned down to pull you into a tight kiss, his hands were back on your hips as to guide them up and down his cock. You let out a high pitched noise that was muffled by his lips on yours.

  ”You feel divine, darling.“

  ”Shit, Astarion.“ You replied. Your heart drummed in your chest, your breathing was heavy as you laid in the soft grass. When he thrusted up into you it felt like his cock was pushing your insides up into your throat or maybe it was your heart trying to make a quick escape from the amount of pleasure you felt through your body.

You'd dare to say that your intimate encounter was romantic. Two bodies together in the depths of lust. He leaned over you and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. In an effort to keep both of you quiet as you rutted like animals.

He played with your breasts as you tighten your legs around his waist. The sounds of your love making filled the open night air. You were thankful that you were far enough away from camp that there wouldn't be any curious members trying to seek you two out.

As if Astarion wasn't going to let the others know in his own sly way. Especially in front of Gale, who he thought had his eye on you. The vampire could have a jealous streak run through him like a splash of light in a dark sky.

Your hands roamed his shoulders, your fingers dipped low enough to touch the scars on his back. He melted into your touch, a sign of comfort towards your hands on him.

When he broke the kiss, he continued to thrust inside of you.. His eyes met yours once more, ”You look lovely under me.“

You reached out for him and held his face as you moved in time with his thrusts. You replied, ”I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.“

  ”Good.“ He said, 'Because I have no intention of letting you under another man or woman. For as long as your heart beats, you will be mine.”

You leaned up to kiss him on the nose. It was so intimate as you replied, “That sounds good to me.” Then you two kissed once more as you felt yourself nearing climax.

Hands roamed, bodies moved. Lust filled the night air as the two of you made love under the moonlight. A life with the vampire didn't seem so horrible. You tightened your legs around him as he rocked back and forth against you.

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of intimacy between you two. Trust was all you could think of. It was the adhesive that kept you two together, that and an undying, unwavering commitment to one another.

Astarion, the vampire and you, the mortal, rutted against one another in the dead of night. You gripped onto his shoulders as the intense feeling of climax flooded your bloodstream and made you light headed.

You yearned for the release. You wanted to orgasm on his cock. You could feel the grass stick to your sweaty back as the two of you moved together. The gentle sounds between you two as the urge became stronger.

You were no longer alone in these travels. You didn't only have a party to rely on, but also a vampiric lover who wanted nothing more than to devour you. You were his; mind, body and soul. But he too was yours in the same way.

Matched in wits and skill. Fighters till the end. The thought excited you. What would become of your future?

With another searing kiss, you both climaxed in each other's arms. You clawed your nails down his arms as his grip bruised your hips. With a final thrust, he finished inside of you. He marked you as his, and the thought made his body run hot.

When he pulled away, he looked down at you. He said with a smile, ”Forever mine.“ Before he pulled out of you and laid beside you in the grass.

Your breathing was laboured as you laid next to him. You could feel  his cum stick to your inner thigh as he spooned you. You held his hand as he held you by the middle.

His lips grazed at your neck. He sighed with content, ”I could turn you tonight and we'd be together until the sun melted the earth.”

You chuckled softly, “How about we finish our quest first. Then we can spend eternity together.”

He replied, “I can be impatient. But I will be patient for you, my love.”

You relaxed into his arms and felt your eyes grow heavy, “Good. Now let's kill Cazador.”

He chuckled, “Of course, my dear.” Then laid one last kiss onto your heated skin. He was scared at the thought of seeing his master again. But maybe, just maybe, with you by his side, he'll gain the courage to break himself fully free of the chains he carried.

If you believed he could be free, then he'll trust you and believe it himself.

[evangelinesbible]

THE ASTROLOGICAL BEAUTY OF…

VINNIE HACKER

ARIES RISING

Vinnie Hacker is basically TikToks modern day Heartthrob. And his Astrological beauty doesn’t disappoint. Aries risings tend to have very prominent foreheads and pointy chins. Their faces are typically very angular in shape. The Aries symbol is the ram and it’s symbol looks like what an Aries rising head tends to look like. Specifically for men having an Aries rising can makes your face look very sculpted, especially in the jaw and cheekbone area. They might also have a very warm/ red complexion to them. Aries rules over skin so people with these placement might be more prone to acne, moles, freckles, and beauty marks.

LILITH CONJ. ASC ARIES

These people tend to have a very sexual presence to them which sadly means that they are sexualized a lot. Lilith 1H or Lilith - ASC might have this bad boy/ girl vibe to them even if they themselves aren’t like that at all.

VIRGO VENUS CONJ. MOON 6H

Having a Virgo Venus can mean that your stomach/ waist line is very attractive. And having it in the 6H further accentuates that. When someone with this placement works on their body daily or working out is apart of their daily routine their attractiveness grows more and more. (Of course that can work for anyone not just this specific placement, but the difference between a Virgo Venus before and after working on themselves is astonishing) Virgo Venus’s tend to have a very clean put together look to them as well. Venus conj. Moons shows that this person will have an attractive chest

ASC SQAURE MERCURY

Like I’ve said before in previous posts when the Ascendant touches mercury these people tend to look very youthful. I’ve also seen that Mercury risings or Mercury - ASC people have big eyes reminiscent of owls.

ASC TRINE PLUTO

These people might tend to have a very seductive stare or just a very intimating stare sometimes. These people tend to appear naturally sexy or seductive. Most of the time their seduction lies all in their eyes.

TAURUS BELLA 1H

Having Bella in the 1H can make someone very beautiful. Bella being in a Venus sign can further emphasize that people with this placement are seen as natural beauties

ADONIS CONJ. SATURN GEMINI 3H

Adonis being conj. his Saturn can show that as he matures and grows older he’s only gonna get more attractive. Silver fox type of thing. And it being in Gemini might also mean that he’ll be the type of man who seemingly doesn’t age. Beauty aside this placement clearly explains why he gained fame on social media for his attractiveness.

NYMPHE CONJ. MOON 6H

Nymphe also rules youth and having it conjunct his moon means that he’s always gonna look a little younger than he actually is, at least in just the face. And if he continues to take good care of his body, and put a lot self care and work into himself he’ll be able to keep up that youthful appearance.

APHRODITE CONJ. PLUTO 8H

Aphrodite is usually used in women’s charts but it can still apply to men. Aphrodite touching Pluto can indicate someone who is known for being incredibly sexy and sexually attractive. Their beauty is probably sexualized a lot. Aphrodite in the 8H can bring this sexualization too. He’s probably seen a very attractive and sexy when he taps into his feminine side more. He’s not afraid to wear fashions or colors that might be considered “feminine” or not conveniently “masculine”. But it works really well for him.

And that was the astrological beauty of Vinnie Hacker

- ⚜️💫⚜️

[coyotelip]

wolfstar microfic: owl || fluff!! wolfstar raising harry pt.7 || @wolfstarmicrofic || wc: 951 || all parts on ao3

Remus wakes up a few minutes before his alarm clock, which is no longer surprising. The routine feels comfortable to his quiet personality, so he slowly stretches his stiff limbs under the heavy blanket and slides his feet off the bed, putting on his house slippers. With a light wave of his wand, he pulls back the thick curtains, letting in the sunlight, which falls in a flat line on their bed and highlights Sirius's hair spread across the white pillows in a beautiful halo.

As is his routine, Remus allows himself a few moments to admire his sleeping husband, who is clutching the blanket with one hand while the other lies under his head. His puffy lips are slightly parted, and a stain of drool is visible on the pillow beneath them, which makes Remus chuckle with delight.

The next step in his routine is to return to the bed, kneel on it, and lean over the sleeping Sirius to press a soft kiss on his hair. At the same moment, he hears the sound of his alarm, which Remus doesn't have time to look up at, noticing movement under the covers.

Surprisingly, Sirius doesn't show any signs of waking up, continuing to breathe deeply into the pillow, but a mop of dark hair slips out from under his arm and covers, followed by sleepy green eyes that look at Remus with displeasure.

With a wave of his hand, man turns off the ringing, keeping his eyes on sleepy Harry who had suddenly appeared in their bed unnoticed by Remus. “Hello, little one. What are you doing here?”

The movements of the boy's small hands rubbing his eyes seem to blow Sirius away, and he jerks awake, as he always does when he's not awakened by kisses on his face.

“I had a nightmare and I came to you,” Harry explains, barely intelligible, still not opening his eyes wide. Sirius's hand, which had been clutching the blanket, now lies in front of the boy, as if to protect him, and the man hugs him and holds him close, still not opening his eyes. Pulling Harry's head close to his chest, Sirius kisses the top of his head.

“You still haven't told me what you dreamed about, kid,” Sirius's voice sounds like one of Remus's favorite tones, husky and seductive, but the man refuses to unpack such thoughts with a child still in their bed.

“Uh, there were owls,” Harry says nervously, as if he's ashamed or afraid to say it out loud.

“And what was so scary about the owls? You see them almost every day, they bring us mail and fly around the yard innocently,” Remus says gently, pushing the child to explain further, but also to calm him down.

“Mmm, but it wasn't like that.” Harry squeezed harder into Sirius' arms and tried to hide his face in his chest. “There were a lot of them, they weren't just flying around the yard, they were creeping into the house. There were millions of them! And they all wanted to give me a letter, but I couldn't read it,” the boy's voice was shameful, as if not being able to read letters was something bad for a four-year-old.

But Remus just smiled and sat down closer to the boy, putting his hand on his head and stroking it soothingly. “It's okay, dear, it was just a dream. We never get more than one owl at a time, and even if they try to break into the house, you know Pads will shoo them all away with his furious glare.” Remus glances over at Sirius, who is gently looking at Harry in his arms, but after he says that, he tries to imitate his most terrifying look to reassure the child.

Harry studies the imitation carefully for a few seconds and then laughs out loud, kicking Sirius in the stomach. The latter throws back his head, now playing a mortally wounded and now dying from a brutal attack by a four-year-old in the middle of the day.

“He's not scary at all,” Harry says confidently to Remus's face.

“Neither are owls,” the man replies, reaching for his watch on the bedside table. “Here, look,” he puts the tip of his wand to the watch and whispers the words of a transfiguration spell, making the thing turn into a small owl that fits in his palm.

The bird moves its head uncertainly and opens its wings, testing new body, and then notices the boy in front of it. The dark brown eyes of the owl and the green eyes of the boy are both open wide and stare at each other without blinking. From the outside, it looks comical how they both feel afraid of each other and expect the other to attack first. However, the owl tilts its head slightly forward, pecking at the air in front of it. Sirius reaches out to it and lets its tiny legs slide from Remus' palm to his so man can bring the bird closer to Harry.

“Don't be afraid of him, he's just as small as you are,” Sirius says softly in the boy's ear, encouraging him to raise his hand and touch the white feathers.

The child's touch is uncharacteristically light, and within a minute Harry's lips are breaking into a smile as he watches the owl turn its head to meet his hand. “Can we keep her?”

Remus laughs softly, “I'm afraid not, because it's just my watch and I need it to go to work. But when I get back, we can go to the shop together and buy you an owl just like it, okay, dear?”

[smehur]

More Harry/Draco fics I loved

I'm reading so much fic, I don't have time to read the actual books! And my Read Later list still keeps growing! Thank you, Drarry Tumblr, for feeding me so well. Here's a little something in return.

In the order of reading them:

Bitter Honey, Green Night by Faith Wood

An inn, an Auror, a criminal, a mystery.

I loved this story for the seduction, and the tension, and one of the most exquisite, most intimate sex scenes I've ever encountered. Even weeks after reading, it still lingers in my mind and I can envision it with almost painful clarity. I admit I wished the story went on: although the main conflict got a satisfying resolution, there could've been a bit more closure (read: another sex scene). Not a critique, mind you--if I were in the author's shoes, I'd have probably stopped there too--just the longings of an insatiable fan.

i was having visions of sugared pastry (cooked up in clarified butter) by infectiousdisease, solifuge

Draco Malfoy doesn't remember a time before his eating disorder. Not that he'd call it that.

This one gutted me in all the right ways. Draco with an eating disorder passed on from Narcissa clicked for me with frightening ease. It just rings so true? The unflinching depictions of his mental and physical illness, of his relations with his dysfunctional family and the bullying he inflicted on others made my stomach clench--and I loved it. I also loved how the horrors of the war were communicated as subtext, reflected in Draco's war against himself, rather than explicitly, to great effect. I loved the soft things too: Draco's relationship with Harry developing between the lines, the cathartic trial scene and the well-earned beginnings of recovery, all written in brisk, efficient prose that cuts to the marrow. An absolute gem of a fic.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

Easily one of the loveliest stories I've read in this fandom so far. Draco is such an unmitigated darling; I rooted for him deeply, while fearing at the same time that he'd fuck things up irreparably, lol. And Harry, dear, pure, clueless Harry, with his long-time crush that's teased but never fully elaborated. There's also a little owl, heart-warming moments between Draco and his parents, his unrelenting focus on clothes and a scene where he goes jogging in a Muggle park wearing robes (and little else).

All that said, the end left me feeling weirdly cheated. (Spoiler alert!) Harry says it himself: it's not fair that Draco had their first kiss without him. Was Draco's exploration of the timeloop selfish, or just inconsiderate, or entirely justified? What would Harry have done in his shoes? Not gonna lie: I kept mulling over this for days.

Mortal Frame by tackytiger

Draco’s on a mission, and this time it's personal. But it's not easy to track down something that no one wants to talk about, especially when Harry Potter keeps popping up everywhere Draco goes. Though at least he’s on Draco’s side this time, and if he happens to be useful, and kind, and great in bed—well, Draco’s not exactly complaining. The story of three pubs, one Horcrux, four overpriced sandwiches, and two damaged men just trying to make sure that Bellatrix Lestrange stays dead.

Oh, this was such a treat. Mysterious, atmospheric and reticent in just the perfect measure, it had me wide-eyed and heart-aching and mouth-watering. Most of my reading is about Harry and Draco getting together, and I'm always surprised when stories where they're already a couple (of one sort or another) manage to evoke in me such deep longing. If you haven't already, go read this now.

À Bon Chat by oknowkiss

Draco Malfoy didn’t intend to lead a life of crime after the war. It’s just that being good had turned out so incomprehensibly boring. Now he's thirty-five, a fully redeemed member of society, the darling of the wizarding social pages, and a newly minted consultant for Gawain Robards' Investigative Research division. In his spare time, he enjoys good whisky, casual sex, and moonlighting as an art thief. His biggest score yet is fast approaching and he's got everything planned down to the minute. Everything, that is, until the unexpected appearance of a newly-divorced Harry Potter. Now that Potter's in the picture, Draco's no longer certain if he's the pursuer or the prize.

Omg, this fic. I don't even know where to start with the praise. It is so well-written, and so well-researched, and it offers such insight, not only into our beloved characters, but into human nature in general. I still can't decide whether I entirely bought the ending or not. But that didn't lessen my enjoyment of the story; it even contributed to it by making me engage with it on a deeper level. I remain astonished and humbled.

Tagging the authors I managed to find on here: @faith2wood, @oknowkiss, @tackytigerfic. Thank you for enriching my life! 💚

[randomfanner]

The Best Part about Baldur's Gate 3 is I can put any of these blorbos together and have a good ship.

Like, my top three are

Lae'zel x Shadowheart - Enemies to lovers girlies who tried to murder each other numerous times. They turn against their god and now can go take care of their owl bear and githyanki kid. Plus the bury the hatchet exchange cracks me up.

Gale x Astarion - Autism wizard rizz vs vampire seductive rizz. Who wins? The answer may surprise you.

Wyll x Karlach - THE GOODEST BABIES DESERVE TO BE HAPPY AND BE IN FAERUN BUT THEM STICKING TOGETHER TO HELP KARLACH AND THEN THEM COMING BACK AND PROTECTING THE SWORD COAST TOGETHER AFTER THEY FIX KARLACH'S ENGINES

But like

Lae'zel x Gale - Gale's genuine interest in the githyanki and being able to teach Lae'zel all about faerun? Adorable as hell.

Astarion x Shadowheart- Goth bitches, do hair together, drink wine and talk shit about everyone. Also what vampire doesn't want a hot girlfriend who can cast daylight and just ruin Cazador's day?

Astarion x Wyll - Wyll using all his knowledge of vampires to help Astarion and he would totally help Astarion find a cure.

Karlach x Astarion - Now I prefer Gale x Astarion because personal preference but like, this is the second healthiest dynamic by virtue of Astarion's bullshit don't work on the woman who can't touch. And how excited he is when you finally get to kiss? Fucking hell.

Wyll x Gale - look at their interactions they are fucking adorable. Wyll trying to give Gale a nickname???? And them being good boys together???

Shadowheart x Karlach - Ball of sunshine x someone who really needs one to be dragged out her shell. Plus Shadowheart needs a hug.

Lae'zel x Karlach - violent women who will ruin your day if you piss them off, expect one of those women will hold the other one back if you don't deserve it.

I just need an update where you can make this a polycule.

[realbigpodcastslut]

I'm surprised there's people that don't get that Owlander/Scratch is almost positiviely Lilith.

Part 20 mentions Lilith for the first time. Kayne goes "Maybe someone likes you and they are just fucking with me, knowing it’ll drive me crazy. (Aside, to himself.) Lillith, you bitch." We know that the mysterious woman/Scratch considers Arthur her "favorite." (Also there's another reference that Kayne's daughter would love Arthur. Nyarlathotep's daughter is Lilith in Lovecraft Mythos). That's an obvious connection but so is her appearance.

In part 38, "The Tear" Scratch's words are described as "almost seductive" in Edward William Allan’s journal. When complete she's described as having "black hair, alabaster skin, and silver eyes." Just like the painting in part 37, "The Farm" where John see's a painting of "of a woman. With black hair. And… pale skin. She’s lovely." John becomes transfixed by the painting. According to the Lovecraft Wiki she is described to usually have "lusty crimson lips, ... billowing raven black hair, and smooth alabaster skin." and is known to daze anyone that see's her and even preys on sleeping men (though to have sex and not on nightmares).

In part 47 Yorrick says she's similar strength to Kayne. If they are related, that would track.

And finally, in certain Bibles, Lilith is translated to "screech owl" or "owl". (Link)

I think it's pretty safe to say Lilith is probably the creature following the boys.

[sanjoongie]

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👿Pairing: Supernatural Detective! Park Seonghwa x Night Security Guard! Reader (f)

👿Genre: suggestive, dark

👿Au: supernatural Au, detective au

👿Trope: s2l, tsundere! Seonghwa

👿Word Count: 2,640

👿Warnings: death, blood, exploding head, masturbation (f), fingering (f), breast play, magic seduction, feeling up (m), dubcon (groping)

👿Rated: 18+ MDNI

👿Summary: during your walk home from your late night shift, you're attacked by a ghoul. Unfortunately for you, you're saved by a cold and indifferent man who says he's a supernatural detective. Doesn't stop you from wanting to choke him…

You hated that your job took you into the wee hours of the morning. It wasn’t so much the time as what exactly seemed to prowl during those hours. It was rare for so many nasty occurances to happen during the day, but once the sun crossed over the horizon, it tended to get worse for all humans out in the world. 

That included you.

You had a fairly cushy, well paying job as a security guard in a mental ward. You often spent most shifts walking, stretching and glancing at dark corners with a flashlight. It paid well and allowed you the comfort of maintaining your night owl life, so it wasn't necessarily bad. 

The trouble was that all sorts of misfortune happened during the hours that you had to walk home. Tonight was no different. You could only hope it had been a stalker, a creep or murderer. At least you could have had a chance against another human. 

The screech that had echoed down the empty streets towards your walking form sounded much like a car screeching its tires as it took a corner a little too quickly. You dismissed it as college kids out having fun. But instead of a rumbling motor, you heard the pitter-patter of flesh against asphalt. 

You spun around out of confusion more than anything and then your eyes grew wide at what you saw was pursuing you. Its arched bone-knobbly back spoke that it wasn’t human--or of this world really. Its glowing pink eyes really underlined how unnatural it truly was. It was on four limbs and coming at you quickly. 

You had a second to decide you were running and you were gone down the road. The screeching of the creature grew louder and your stomach dropped. You changed direction to go down a dirt-worn alleyway where the access to garages and the collecting of garbage occured. 

The change from asphalt to dirt was a bad idea in your attempt to shake the creature off. You almost wiped out to your knees. Your hands found some slight purchase and you were able to push yourself back up but you knew it had cost you precious time you could not afford to lose.

Dogs barked into the night, locked up and safe in their respective houses as you and the creature after you tore down the alleyway after you. Your own heartbeat was hammering in your ears and your chest was burning with the lack of air.

You heard one last screech and then no more running. Before you could process what had happened, you felt pain in your shoulder. You barely put your arms up to stop your descent as the creature had launched themselves onto your back. You cried out in pain as its talons dug into your shoulder.

This was it. You had done your best but you weren’t an athlete nor a modern day warrior. You had no training to protect yourself against an attacking creature. You were just going to be another fatality of the night and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You braced yourself for the inevitable. You closed your eyes and held your breath, hoping it wouldn’t be too painful of a death when a man’s voice roared. You felt a wet substance fall on your body and then the creature collapsed beside you. 

“You can get up now, it’s dead.”

You pushed yourself up, observing the pink goop, of what used to be the creature’s head, all over you and the ground. You took one breath inwards and then screamed when everything that had just occurred hit you like a ton of bricks.

A man sighed loudly. “That’s nothing to scream about. It was just a level one ghoul, geez.”

Your mouth shut at the verbal jab. You glared up at whoever dared lowball your near-death experience. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He looked at you with clear disdain. “Hardly. Killing a ghoul is nothing to joke about.”

“I almost died!” You shouted. You wiped off the goo on you with a disgusted noise.

The man shrugged. He unbuttoned his blazer and reached into his inner pocket. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one that was black as coal. His lighter was a custom metal one that you refilled. There were figures and words on the item, but the man confidently lit his cigarette so quickly, you had no time to discern what they were exactly. He took a hearty puff of his cigarette and then released it through his nose.

Finally, he deigned to speak. “But you didn’t.”

Your fear of the past few minutes of your feeble life suddenly fueled the fire that raged through you. “Who the fuck are you to just dismiss me?”

“Park Seonghwa, supernatural detective, if you must truly know. But more importantly, the man who just saved your life.” He inhaled deeply once again, the embers of his cigarette traveling quickly down the cancer stick. 

“Well, okay, mister supernatural detective SIR!” You shouted. “Just because you saved me doesn’t mean you can pretend that that wasn’t the most singular terrifying moment of my entire life.”

Seonghwa sneered at you, lifting one corner of his lip at you in derision. “Must be nice.”

You stomped your foot and let out a muffled scream of frustration. “Right, well, this has been SUPER unpleasant but I’m going home to shower off this entire experience.”

“Prohibere,” Seonghwa growled. He did some fancy hand gestures and you suddenly found that you couldn't move a muscle.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Seonghwa scoffed at you. “I still need to take you in for a statement.”

You didn’t even have enough control over our eyelids to narrow your eyes up at the insufferable man in front of you. The way he continued to smoke his cigarette until he was finished, the beginnings of chain smoking, made you seethe with rage. He cautiously tossed it to the ground, snuffing it out with the ball of his foot and his ridiculously pointed shoes.  

“Now be a good girl and follow me where we need to go. I’d rather not waste any more precious magic on you for the rest of the night,” Seonghwa commanded.

He snapped his fingers, a flash of anagrams floating in the dark night like after-lights from a sparkler. You were released and you gasped greedily for air. 

“You mother cunter,” You cursed in between intakes of breath. 

Seongwha raised an eyebrow at you. “Not too respectful, are you?”

You were going to kill him. You weren’t sure, seeing as how he had plenty of magic up his sleeve and you were a lowly dumb human but you promised yourself you would find a way to wrap your hands around that neck. 

“Can’t you just magic it out of my head?” You demanded. 

“I’d prefer not to take out all your memories from your boring little head, no thank you, just tell me where you were when you realized the creature was chasing you.” Seonghwa pulled out a notepad next. He licked his thumb, turned a few pages, and posed with a fountain pen, preparing to take your statement. 

You laughed mirthlessly. “Fuck you.”

Seonghwa blinked unbelievingly. “All you have to do is tell me everything you experienced and we can get out of each other’s hair.”

“Have you ever heard that you can catch flies better with honey than vinegar? You should try it some time,” You spat.

Seongwha sighed heavily behind you once you promptly turned on your heel and started down the alleyway the way you had entered. “Fine,” He grumbled. “I can offer you hospitality. How does a magic shower and perhaps some restorative brew?”

“A magic shower?!” You said skeptically.

Seonghwa brushed the fringe of his hair out of his face somewhat snobbily with his pinky. “It specializes in removing ghoul goo. It’s especially good getting it out of your hair.”

Where the majority of the goo on you was currently residing. The bugger. “Fine.”

“Appareo,” Seonghwa intoned. His thumb and forefinger made a square, and when he stretched them outwards from each other, a house appeared at the end of the alleyway where you had been heading.

“Mansion de Mysterie,” Seonghwa informed you. “Head quarters, if you will. You can clean up, I’ll patch you up and you’ll give me your complete statement. Sounds good?”

You tried not to grit your teeth at the reminder that he had asked you to be a good girl earlier and just simply do as you were told. But you had just been attacked by a supernatural creature, been hurt by it and had its blood all over you. Where else were you going to get help for this if not by a self-proclaimed supernatural detective?

The foyer of the Mansion de Mysterie had a roaring green fire-fueled fireplace. Gargoyles decorated the mantle. You didn’t have much of a chance to study that either, unfortunately, as Seonghwa stomped his way up an impressive set of dark walnut staircases. “The room’s up here, Spitfire.”

You grimaced at the new nickname. “What a welcoming host.”

“I’d rather not be a host at all,” Seonghwa grumbled back at you. 

The shower in question was one of those fancy rainshower heads. Seonghwa tapped a tile that had an inverted triangle. As he did so, what seemed like liquid sunshine, began to fall from the showerhead. 

“After you,” Seonghwa said, sweeping into a deep bow, folding one arm around his stomach and the other showing the way.

You knew he was mocking you. Your fingernails dug into your palm painfully as your hands closed into fists. “Fuck off.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Seonghwa left the room with a firm shut of the door.

The worst part was actually removing your jacket and shirt. The wounds from the ghoul’s talons were deep and you knew that you had some torn muscles. You let out garbled yells but managed to get rid of all your clothes before stepping under the shower. 

You gasped as you felt all the pink goo of the ghoul slough off. It fell to the ground grey in color, as if it was harmed by the magic shower but that seemed like overkill to your brain. When you finished, you found fluffy towels. You dried your hair with one and wrapped another one around your body. You sat on the bed in the room and sighed. 

The shower had cleaned you but your mental state was still shaken. Not one of your muscles had relaxed, and suddenly you craved an old fashioned hot water shower. You didn’t know how to work the magic shower, nor if it was even capable of it. 

There was another way to relax yourself. You licked your lips. Fuck it, you had almost just died, right? Time to live each moment as if it was your last.

You untucked your towel and immediately cupped your breasts. You twisted and pulled at your nipples until you began to whimper. You reached between your legs and dipped your finger between your folds. Immediately that look of disdain from Seonghwa flashed through your mind and his good girl comment. 

Is that what the cold, bitch-faced man was like in bed? Full of degradation and command? You pushed your middle and ring finger into your heat and whispered Seonghwa’s name. You had seen plenty of his hands this night, you were sure they’d feel good inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Seonghwa,” You grunted as you began to move you fingers in and out of yourself. 

“The faster we get that restorative brew in you, the faster you can feel better--”

Seonghwa dropped a metal tea set on a tray in shock to see your fingers deep in your cunt, his name leaving your previously poisonous lips. He practically peered down his nose at you, chill emanating in his voice. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You felt utter shame course through your body, and then hot anger followed it. Once again you are being treated like the scum on Seonghwa’s shoes and you couldn’t take it anymore. You’d give anything to kill this man in cold blood. 

You had been bleeding from the wounds on your shoulder. A drop of blood fell to your shadow on the bed and it warped immediately. It detached from your body and changed form into that of a siren. Half bird, half woman, it grew to heights that were bigger than your body. Its large wing span spread, flapping its wings before its bird feet grasped Seonghwa and began to choke him to death, as was your previous wish. 

Fear washed through you like a sudden ice-bath. “Don’t kill him!” You cried out.

Seonghwa fell to his ass, staring up at the shadow siren. “That’s not what I thought was going to happen when I came into this room.”

You grabbed your towel and covered yourself fully once again. “Just help me heal and I’ll get out of here.”

Seonghwa chuckled dryly. “No, that’s not happening anytime soon. I can’t let you leave with a power like that.”

“I’m not spending another minute in your presence,” You snarled.

Your shadow lunged but this time Seonghwa was ready. “Protego!” A silver barrier blocked your siren’s attack. “Are you forgetting what I’m capable of?!” Seonghwa shouted.

“You can’t keep me locked up just because my shadow doesn't like you!” You yelled.

Your siren flew up to the ceiling, circling, like she was looking for a weak point. 

Seonghwa gritted his teeth. “It’s imperative I get all the details about the attack. If there is a pack of ghouls, they need to be dealt with. This is bigger than you or I!”

“I’m not a fucking micro organism you can study under a damn lens!” You roared back. 

Your siren must have found what she was looking for. She swooped in, her talons striking the shield and breaking Seonghwa’s spell. Seonghwa’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise. 

“If you’re a manipulatrice de l’ombre. You have to learn to control your power or it’ll lash out at anyone!” Seonghwa protested. His tongue came out to lick his lips nervously and your brain caved.

Your siren reacted to the jolt of lust that shot through your lower half. She landed on her taloned feet and stood before the detective. She lifted Seonghwa up by grabbing both of his upper arms. She popped the button to his blazer. Then she loosened his tie, followed by pulling apart his shirt. She drew a hand down his torso until she found his belt buckle. She undid his belt and yanked his pants half down his ass.

Seonghwa’s face was a lovely shade of pink now. His breathing was heavy and he was biting down on his lower lip. “Wh--what are you dd-doing, Sp-spitfire?” He stuttered. 

“I--” 

You watched with bated breath as the siren cupped Seonghwa through his underwear and he groaned lowly. “Stop that,” You hissed. The siren flew back with a swift backwing motion. 

Seonghwa couldn't meet your eyes as he pulled his pants up. “That makes us even for earlier,” He mumbled. 

You nodded quickly. “Sure.”

“I’ll go make another restorative brew. There should be some clothes in the wardrobe. Get dressed and join me downstairs. Please.” Seonghwa shot you a look and then avoided your eyes immediately when he found your gaze on him. 

As soon as your door closed, you scolded your shadow. “You have to learn how to hold back!” You waggled a finger at her.

Your siren shrugged as if to say ‘it’s not my fault’ and then flew to reconnect to your body. The siren became your shadow again and you shuddered. As if your night couldn't get anymore fucked up…

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[howlyourmelancholy]

Can I Call You Tonight?

summary: in which james is a little drunk and calls you after midnight for some attention

warnings: bit of smut. little bit of fluff. a friends-with-benefits situation. mutual masturbation. phone sex. nsfw.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: just a little something that's been living in my head rent free.

It had taken days for James to figure out how these muggle devices worked—mobile phones, as Marleen called them. Once he figured it out, the boy texted you every night for a month. The messages started casually, with the two of you checking on each other and seeing how each other’s day went. It was nice to be able to talk with your friends during the holidays without the need for owls, because honestly, sometimes the birds took forever to deliver the letters.

The muggles had the right idea; text messages were quick and instant, and you felt closer to your friends than ever before. And then James had figured out how phone calls worked, and you’d spent multiple nights talking. You enjoyed listening to him talk while you wound down for the evening, brushing your hair, and washing your face. The sound of his voice was soothing and would lull you to an almost catatonic state before you both finally said a sleepy goodbye.

And that was what happened again tonight. You would never have imagined he’d call again or that his voice would become anything except soothing. The bell rang softly in the room, rousing you from your slumber. You groaned as you rolled over.

Really, you both should have been sleeping, but you assumed that James was a little bit drunk after one too many beers with Sirius. Either way, you answered.

"Hey," he said, his words tinged with a lazy charm.

"Everything alright there, Jamie?" You asked as you sat up, reaching up to rub the sleep from your eyes as you glanced at the clock on your bedside table. 12:47 am. You should have been upset. You shouldn’t have even answered the phone. But the muffled groan he made from the other end of the phone had you rubbing your thighs together.

"Yeah," he answered in a low voice. "I just needed to hear your voice, love."

His explanation sent a blush creeping up your neck and into your face, and you felt a pang of arousal between your legs. Your mouth was suddenly very dry, and your nipples were hardening beneath the thin material of your pyjama top. You licked your lips while gazing at the closed door of your bedroom. The house was quiet, and you knew that your parents would be sleeping.

"My voice?" You asked softly and seductively. "Or my voice?"

James knew exactly what you were implying. Ever since the first time you’d come undone beneath him, your legs trembling with the fury of your orgasm, he'd made it his mission to hear every little gasp and moan you could make.

Your relationship with him, the friends-with-benefits type, had started as a one-time deal. You’d told yourself it wouldn’t turn into more because you knew how much he liked Lily and how much she liked him. So when the two of you had been sitting around laughing and making fun of each other, and then your legs were around his waist as he held you to the wall, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy while you moaned into his ear, you’d sworn that was it.

One and done. No more.

And James had made a liar out of you because it kept happening. Not every day, but now and then when one of you was lonely. You were ashamed to admit that you fell asleep most nights thinking about him. The memories of him had been burned into your brain: the delicious stretch of his cock as he buried every inch of himself into your pussy, the way he’d cradle your face in a hand as he kissed you deeply, how he’d bite and groan into your shoulder when he came, his seed filling you.

Even now, you imagined he would be naked in bed, palming himself through the covers until he was hard, his cock aching, and standing proud against his stomach. You couldn't stop the whimper of arousal that tumbled past your lips or the way your own fingers pushed into the band of your pyjama bottoms.

"Your voice, baby," he replied, sounding almost breathless, and you knew with absolute certainty that his hand was now beneath the covers, fingers fisting his hard length and stroking from hilt to tip. You moaned purposefully as your own fingers pushed between your folds, which were already wet at the idea of him touching himself while thinking about you.

James sighed, and you could hear the smile. "You sound so pretty, baby girl. Are you wet for me?"

You replied with a pleading whimper as you pushed a finger into your tight entrance. "S’wet for you," you agreed as you pushed a second finger in. You imagine it was his cock instead of your own fingers—the way he stretched your snug walls and the delicious feeling of fullness having him inside you invoked. You imagined the way he could thrust so deeply that it felt like he was touching the back of your throat, the way his spongy head would crash into that one spot that made you see stars.

"It feels so good," you said, your voice thick with lust. You wanted him in the worst way. James made this sound of desperate need that sent arousal scuttling up your spine and moisture splashing through your core. You moaned in response, your head lulling back as you got comfortable, letting memories of his hands on your body guide you.

You snuggled down beneath your duvet, imagining the weight of it was James shadowing over you, letting him guide the movements of your fingers through your folds. You rubbed your thumb against your clit, which was starting to get sensitive with the familiar warmth of orgasm.

"That’s right, baby girl," he encouraged when you moaned into the receiver, your fingers pushing deep into the heat of your pussy. "Such a good girl, touching yourself for me. You wanna cum?" He was fisitng himself faster and with more enthusiasm, hearing your pretty little moans and imagining how you were fingering yourself, playing with your clit, and how your thighs would be trembling for him.

"Yes!" You gasped out, hips bucking, as you found that spot that made your blood run hot and dots decorate your vision.

James groaned, his own orgasm rapidly approaching. "Cum for me," he demanded, his voice hoarse as he chased his own release. You came together, his name falling from your lips, his deep groans in your ear drawing out your climax until your toes were curling.

And you knew—you just knew—that this was going to be how you got to sleep from now on.