#pebble femme

[gendernull]

buzzed femme bi, high femme bi, pebble femme bi, and stone femme bi flags!

[lostinlads]

Breathe Me

Synopsis: You wake to the sound of Sylus in your shared house. Seeing his dull ruby eyes, and wanting his touch, you let him feed from you - his teeth sinking into your flesh, claiming you as his love.

Tags: sylus x femme!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, vampire!sylus, half blood!mc, blood, drinking blood, biting, tooth rotting fluff, angst, mc feels inadequate, mentions of body horror (ripping heart out), use of pet names (my love, dove), no use of y/n, domestic life with sylus :(

Words: 2.7k

an: hi! i want to start off by saying the vampires in this fic are based off of the twilight ones! so if youre confused why theres no fangs or by some of the words i used to describe things thats it! same with the half bloods (half vampires) its just taken mostly from twilight. Also i want to say thank you for over 100 followers on this account, i had no idea i would get this much attention so soon? so seriously thank you so much! and lastly this fic kinda became really personal for me? at times i got pretty emotional while writing but im really happy with it, i think it turned out really well and i hope you all love it as much as i do! enjoy!

ao3 | kofi

You wake up on a cloud of silk sheets and the scent of your lover. Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself alone in your shared bedroom, candlelight flickering on the nightstand and the soft patter of rain on the windows. 

Sitting up and stretching, you sigh, content and happy. With your heightened senses, you can hear Sylus shuffling through your home, muted footsteps along the wooden floors. Almost as if not to wake you.

Then you hear it, your favorite sound. His humming, off key but enough to make your cursed heart race. You climb out of bed, cold air nipping at your naked body, pebbling your nipples hard - but you welcome it, growing used to the icy chill. Reminding you of the touch of the man you've fallen head over heels for. His hands roaming your body, leaving goosebumps rising as his skin makes contact with yours.

You pad through the room, grabbing your silk robe and throw it on before leaving. You make your way through the house leisurely, never in need of a rush, knowing you have all the time in the universe. Fingers dragging on the walls as you walk past, savoring your quiet and calm life. 

Sylus's humming pauses for a moment, no doubt hearing you move around, before continuing. You could almost see the soft smile blessing his heavenly features, waiting in anticipation to see your beautiful face again. 

You spot him in the kitchen, back facing towards you as the delicious scent of coffee fills the air, made perfectly just for you. Feet shuffling under you, you walk closer, the longing pull towards him dragging you in. The need for his touch, for his scent buzzing in your veins as you draw close. Arms reaching out as you loop them around him, shoving your face in between his broad shoulders. Fingers dipping under his sweater as they dance over every curve and line of his stomach, a secret map made just for your touch alone. You breathe him in, a sweet honey and vanilla scent fills your nose, leather and the cold mingling perfectly with his overwhelming sweetness. Something so Sylus. It was intoxicating, you never getting enough as you drive yourself drunk on just him.

"Good morning, my love," Deep, rumbling of his voice vibrates his frame, jittering into your bones as you plaster yourself to him. He doesn't turn, letting you get your fill of him for now. One lone hand coming to place itself on top of your smaller one, icy thumb brushing over your silky skin. 

"Morning," You mumble into his back, running your nose along him. He chuckles, so warm and inviting. You want to hear it every day, not living until you get your fix of that beautiful sound. 

You two stay entwined for a beat longer, him finally turning around to face you. Stealing your breath with just one look at his god like face. Plush lips curled into a loving smile, the soft kitchen light dancing off of his hard, granite skin. And those eyes, those ruby gemstone eyes you can't help but fall for every time you look at him. Today dull, dark, in need of feeding. You brush a hand up to his cheek, fingers ghosting just under his eye.

"You're thirsty..." A frown set on your face, brows furrowing and lips pouting. His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer as his other brushes your hair from your face.

"That can wait," Eyes dancing between your own, an unspoken language in themselves. You could feel the love in them, the way they shone just for you. "Have your coffee and let's go relax." Sylus reaches behind himself and holds a mug out to you, hot steam cascading up towards the ceiling. You take it, warming your palms as he leads you into the living room, letting you sit on the couch. He walks to the large bookcase covering one of your dark walls, selecting a record and putting it on. Quiet music fills the space between as he makes his way to you, long legs in confident strides. Power in every sure step. 

"I love this one," You sigh, happily as you take a sip of the hot liquid. Warming you up from the inside as Sylus's cold body settles against you. The battle of temperatures fuzzing your brain. It felt calming.

"That's why I chose it," You could hear the smile in his words as his icy hand dances along the clothed skin of your arm. Every touch making your irregular heart pound in its cage in your chest. Calling out to him, telling him that it belonged to your lover. 

The two of you sitting in silence as you let the tune play through your home, drinking down the coffee and settling into his large, strong arms. You could live every day of your never-ending life like this and still be content, happy even. Needing nothing in life but Sylus and your quiet home. Every mundane thing the two of you share feeling like the most exciting adventure. 

Finishing your drink, you set it on the wooden table before you, the mug making a muffled knock that echoed on the walls. You turn to Sylus, his eyes closed as he lets the music consume him, thumb brushing on your arm. You drink him in, every single atom of his being as you wish you two can sit like this for eternity. He could, of course, never move from this couch or position and continue to live. But the deep almost jealousy flutters in your chest. If only you were like him, able to stop time.

Being half vampire, you were strong, powerful and demanding like he was. Never needing to worry about any threats. But the human side reminded you just how different you and Sylus were in these moments. Unlike him, you needed to eat, whether blood or human food, needing to breathe, needing to blink. You needed to sleep and use the restroom and do normal human things. You still had your beating heart; you had blood that burned in your veins. You couldn't stop time and just exist like this god of a man beside you. Never being strong enough, never being fast enough, never being just enough.

"What are you thinking about?" He hums, eyes still closed as he pushes you closer, pulling you from your negative thoughts. You sigh, eyes falling from his face to your lap.

"Nothing," You lie, knowing he knew you were. You never shared your insecurities with him, knowing he would try his best to soothe you. But he never lived in this limbo, not being human enough to be human, and not being vampire enough to be vampire. You didn't blame your lover, him being the most patient and understanding soul you've ever known. But your condition was so rare. Only a few ever recorded to your knowledge. 

Sylus pulls you to his lap, eyes fluttering open, stealing your breath once more. Gentle glance in your wide, lovesick eyes, hands coming to secure behind you. You could feel his love in every movement, every touch a declaration. You place your hand on his chest, right over his still heart, willing it to beat just once for you, hoping to feel the same affect he has on you. It doesn't of course, cold stone skin under your warm palm - unchanging no matter how many times you try. He places his hand over yours, a silent way of telling you that if it could, it would beat a million times for you. Sylus reaches up to your chest, placing his own palm over your heart, making it race as he sighs. His confirmation of your love for him. Turning away, heat rises to your cheeks, embarrassed that you were jealous of this small thing. 

Pulling his hands away, he pulls you to his chest, his cheek pressed to your ear as his nose glides along your neck. Inhaling the sickening sweetness of your hybrid blood. Another thing you hated yourself for. Human blood tasting like aged, fine liquor, yours tasting like a sloppy sweet cocktail. Never tasting as good as them. Sylus told you he wouldn't want you to taste any other way, but you knew the truth. Tasting them yourself you knew how humans were, how their blood would send his kind into a frenzy. How if you were mortal, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

"You should drink, my love," Your words soft, so quiet as you coaxed him to feed from you. Needing to feel his teeth rip open your flesh and consume. Sylus doesn't reply, just places a ghost of a kiss to your pulse point. Hands pulling down your robe to expose your collarbone, then shoulder, then most of your upper arm. You sigh as you feel him expose your skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of his freezing touch. His razor-sharp teeth slices through your skin like butter, making you gasp at the pain. He knew this hurt; it always did when he fed from you. But you never minded, wanting to be his food, wanting to supply him with your life, your essence to sustain his hunger. You wished he would drain you dry, sucking every drop from your veins so you could fill him completely. Dying with a smile in his arms because he was the one that caused it, knowing he had done it out of nothing but pure love for you. You would rip out your still beating heart from your chest and give it to him if he asked. 

His lips latch onto the wound, sucking, pulling the blood out as his hand rests on your thigh, soothing your pain as best as he could manage. You could feel his icy tongue lapping at your flesh, savoring your taste like he actually enjoyed it. You close your eyes, leaning your head away to grant him more room, slowly welcoming the pain he caused. His lips on your skin were the only thing you ever wanting to feel, whether it being kisses or him draining the life from you, it was all you could ever ask from him. 

Slowly, the pain passed, a dull throb from the wound as he soothed the skin with his. You could almost feel him drinking you in, your souls entwining in this endless dance between you. You imagine the image of your blood flowing down his long throat, hot and fresh. Feather like silver locks of his hair brushing on your throat, kissing your skin.

Once he's had his fill, his lips unlatch, a small red bruise blooming. You feel his tongue flatten, lapping at the few fallen streaks of blood. That was one thing you loved about him, how clean he is when he feeds, not making a show of it. He placed one soft kiss to your skin before pulling back.

Your eyes dance on his breath-taking face, eyes a bright, shining crimson, lips matching from your blood. His skin almost glowed, refreshed and new. You lifted your hand, caressing his stone cheek. Sylus leaned into your touch, a hum vibrating in his throat as you stared into your lover's eyes. Out of any version of him, you preferred this one, on the cusp of being alive again, eyes bright, lips red, and so fucking beautiful. Your thumb swiped along his bottom lip, smudging the blood to the corner of his mouth, a smile curling on your lips. His hand on your thigh gripping your squishy flesh, grounding you. 

It was almost magnetic, your pull to him. Every touch bringing a reaction out of you immediately, like your body was made for him and him alone. The way his eyes swept from yours to your parted lips had you leaning in, no time for him to ask as you crash your lips together. The tangy taste of blood and his saliva swirl through your fuzzy brain, hand snaking around his neck to pull him closer. Slow but passionate, your lips moved together, creating their own dance. It was easy for you to grow addicted to this, not needing breath for a while, just have him touching your body as you consumed each other. You licked your way into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. So sweet, so strong. His cold touch calming the heat soaring through your body, soothing the fireworks that were your nerves.

Sylus pulled away, letting you catch your breath, lips still hovering over your own.

"Heaven," He breathed, full lips grazing over yours as he mouthed the word. Heaven, but only if he knew he was yours. Heaven, hell, and everything in between. The monster in the shadows but oh how wrong that actually was. A man so full of passion and love that the only thing he could do was submit himself to you. Knowing exactly what you needed without having to ever ask, almost as if he scraped open your brain and lived inside, weaving his way into your nerves and could feel every spark through you. How someone could imagine him as this nightmare creature was beyond you, nothing comparing to his beauty or his grace. Not his own kind, not any paintings or murals, nothing could ever match Sylus in any way. And you couldn't help but feel blessed, to have this man in your arms, in your heart, sharing every day with you while others had to live entire lifetimes without even getting a glance.

As you lean back to look at him, the shoulder of your robe slips, pooling around your thighs and leaving your top half bare to him. You watch as his eyes drift down, taking in your body as if it was the first time he's seen you. His cool fingertips barely touching your skin as they run from your neck. Ghosting down your chest and between your breasts, to your stomach just above your navel. He paused there for a beat, letting out a shaky breath before running back up to your shoulder then down your arm. His touch so gentle it brought a deep flush to your cheeks, eyes half lidded as your breath ran ragged. Always touching you like he would snap you in half in a single wrong move. It was true, he is stronger, but you could take it, take every rough touch he could throw at you yet he refused. Always handling you like you were made of the most precious glass. 

"Are you hungry, dove?" Thumb brushing over your wrist, voice so unbelievably warm. You were, but you didn't want to leave, wanting to watch his blood smeared lips speak to you until your body grew weak and desperate. He could see it in your eyes, the corners of his beautiful wide mouth curling. "Let's go make something, then you can have me, my love." 

"Wait," You nearly cry out, hand pushing his chest back onto the sofa. He let you push him, falling back in from your touch. "Just..." You sigh. "Just let me lay here with you." 

Leaning forward you rest your face in the crook of his neck, large arms caging you to him. The music and rain snuffing out the silence between you, beating in time with your imagination of frozen heart and the waves between you. Turning your head, pressing your nose to his neck, you breathe him in. Eyes fluttering shut as you feel him, every fiber of your being screaming out to your mate, swearing to be with him until the universe falls from the sky. Your name etched into his soul and his into yours. Forever becoming one single being. Then you feel it, his chest buzzing as his deep voice hums to the song, singing for you. Emotions well inside you, heart thudding in your chest. His silent confirmation that you were his, that you were more than enough. Fingers tangling in your hair as he squeezes you tighter to his chest. You swear the world stops in his arms, everything fading away as you lay entangled together here on this sofa in your house under the rain and moonlight.

"I love you, dove," He sighs, nose pressing to your hair. Your heart responds for you, beating so loud you swear it speaks.

[nightlyrequiem]

hai there requiemmm!!!

mmmm okay request!!!! I finnkkk somethin real cute is val with a femme fatale reader 😓😓😓

like!! okay, imagine,,, the cops knock on your door and you answer, acting like the stereotypical pretty-faced dumbass,,, maaaybbee getting one of the cops' numberss just to make it believable and then you close the door and boom!! val just sitting there like 'really? You overdid it this time' etc (^_^)

It woild be so funny if valerias front was literally just a hot lady and nobody would bat an eye at her bevause pretty privileges!!! 😋

i want this as a oneshot!!! No headcannons this time!! :P

you can change anything you'd like hereee, maybe even add abit of spicye if the situation calls foe ittt... or someethiinnggg.. (〃´▽`)

thank you soso much for your time!!!! buhbye :D

-🃏🌀⭐️

I love femme fatales so much. Like yes give me this super hot woman who seems useless and dumb but then she actually ends up being super smart and dangerous. Pretty privilege is real and if you have it, may as well use it

Also the situation definitely calls for something spicy...

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Sexual Content, Cunnilingus, Lying to Law Enforcement, Men (Only briefly included. Not in the sexual scenes.)

Stunner

You carefully drag a finger along your lip line, smoothing away the smudged lipstick. Your eyes drift down to your bare neck. Looking at the small hickeys littering your soft skin. Courtesy of your girlfriend last night. Speaking of... You look behind you in the mirror at her prone form. One bare thigh sticking out from under the covers, an arm stretched out over your empty spot. She's silent as she sleeps. You lucked out with her. It would've sucked to have been stuck with a snorer.

You adjust the silky pink robe over your body. It has fur trimming along the wrists and edges and it feels like heaven on your body. Another thing courtesy of Valeria. You have her absolutely eating out of the palm of your hand. Someone so violent turned into a doting mess with just a look. A unicorn and the virgin. You take a step towards the bathroom and wince at the soreness between your legs. Maybe that's not an accurate comparison.

You wash, pee, and admire yourself in the mirror for a few minutes. Toying with your hair and the robe. You aren't just a pretty face. You're good with people. Able to slip into whatever personality is best suited for the occasion. Valeria has used you to get what she needs from other people. Deploying you as a honey trap. Being beautiful sets people's nerves to rest and makes them more trusting. Specifically men. It's so easy to distract them or obtain information when all you have to do is bat your lashes and pretend to be interested in what they have to say.

Your doorbell chimes, distracting you from your thoughts. You walk out of the bathroom and into the hallway. You walk right up to the door and peek out through the window. Two uniformed police officers stand patiently outside your home. No doubt here for Valeria. You pull down the neckline of your robe and open up the door.

"Good evening officers, can I help you?" You ask smoothly, Smiling at each of them. Both of their eyes momentarily dip towards your neckline, no doubt catching sight of your pebbled nipples through the thin material.

The older one clears his throat, staying professional.

"Good evening miss, we were wondering if you've seen this woman?" He asks, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a photograph of Valeria when she was in the special forces. It's a picture you haven't seen before. Her face is softer but not devoid of that evil glint and her hair is longer.

"Oh, no I haven't." you murmur, reaching out to gently pluck the photo from his hands. You inspect the picture with great care.

"You sure about that?" He asks sternly.

you look up and blink dumbly. "Of course." You say. "Why do you ask?"

"Because a source tells us she's been seen coming and going from this home."

His source should learn to mind their own business. You laugh breezily. 

"Oh no," You shake your head. "I don't get guests."

"You don't?" The younger pipes up, eyeing you with equal parts interest and disbelief. You level him with a look.

"Nor usually," You explain. "the only guests I see are uniformed." You let him pick apart the double meaning to your words. His brows quirk with increased interest.

"Yeah? You get those often?" The older one shifts in front of the younger one. His voice has lost it's suspicious edge. softening into something more casual, playful even.

You gently scratch above your chest, directing his eyes to your cleavage again.

"Not as often as I'd like," You murmur. "I feel much safer when they're around."

He smiles dumbly. "Well, we should go bother someone else, looks like you're getting ready for bed and we wouldn't want to disturb you any more than we already have."

"Oh don't worry at all!" You say, waving a hand.

The cop grabs a notepad from his shirt pocket and quickly scribbles down a string of numbers. "Here," He says, tearing out the page and handing it to you. he cups your hands in his. "My personal cell in case you're feeling unsafe again."

You hold onto the paper.

"Thank you." 

He nods and turns, ushering his partner to follow. He gives you one last look before following. You wait for them to drive off before closing the door, startling at the sight at Valeria behind it. She redressed herself, sporting her tank top and cargo pants. You notice she missed her bra.

"Sometimes I think you like flirting with the police." She grumbles, stepping forward and grabbing your waist to pull you against her. You drop the paper, letting it flutter to the ground forgotten. "I do." You hum. "Think I might leave you for a cop."

Valeria scoffs and trails her hands lower. "I'll kill you if you even try."

You grin at the threat. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She leans down and kisses you, tugging at your lower lip with her teeth. "I don't share."

You can feel the robe slipping down from your shoulder, but you don't try to fix it.

"You don't seem to mind sharing me when you send me out to do your dirty work." You whisper into her mouth.

Valeria pushes you up against the wall. "You're my greatest weapon. Can get away with anything." She says, pushing her knee up against your groin. "Especially when you have these on display." She raises a hand and gently cups your breast.

You grab the back of her neck gently, pulling her away from you.

"My greatest weapon is down here..." You murmur, slowly pushing her to her knees. She looks up at you, eyes glinting in the light. You reach down a hand and slowly push aside the robe, exposing your panty-clad lower half.

Valeria caresses your smooth calves. Soft and fragrant from the lotion you use. You carefully push her head closer to you, feeling her breath fan over your cunt. She gets the hint and presses her nose against you. Licking a long stripe along your panties. Valeria licks and sucks at you through the lace. She slowly grabs the edges and pulls down your panties, letting them fall to your ankles. They pool over your painted toes. Valeria wraps her lips around your clit and suckles. You press against the wall and lean your head back with your eyes closed, humming appreciatively.

Her hand caresses over your ass and wet folds. Her fingers shyly dipping into your holes, barely pushing through the rings of muscle before pulling away. She lets go of your clit and slowly works her tongue over your labia, inching closer to your opening. You run your hands through her short hair encouragingly. Tangling your fingers in the strands. Her tongue prods your core, pushing the wet muscle inside of you. She devours you like you're the last thing she'll ever taste. Fingers and tongue working in tandem with the sole purpose of making you cum. Your pleasure her highest priority. 

You grind down on her face, legs beginning to tremble. Valeria holds you steady with a firm grip on your thighs, keeping them spread and you upright. Her tongue flicks out, lapping at your clit and toying with your hole, sending you over the edge. You tighten your grip on her hair as you soundlessly cum on her face.

You come down from your orgasm. Breathing heavily while Valeria gently laps at you, licking away any excess fluids. She pulls away, sitting on her heels. Her mouth and nose glistens with your slick. You slide to the floor and admire the sight. Valeria leans forward and kisses you, making you taste yourself on her lips. You've been the death of many, but maybe Valeria will be the death of you.

[elliezlils11utt]

Abby fucks you with a toothbrush. Erm yeah..

Warnings/contents: NSFW!! oral sex(briefly), fingering, minor overstim, foreign object use, (she literally fucks you with a toothbrush) more femm presenting reader, established relationship, Moden au/no breakout, tons of praise. No use of y/n this time! I think that’s all! But if I missed anything please lmk!

Wc: around 2k !

A/n: this has been collecting dust in my drafts for months bc this is the kinkiest shit ever. Does this even count as a dabble if it’s 2k? 😭(More a/n at the end!)

You watch yourself in the bathroom mirror as your toothbrush hums in your mouth. Your eyes drift down to the soft pink satin pajama set you wore. It had a dainty pink bow that laid at the hem of the lace. It fit right blow your collarbone. The shorts to the set ride up your ass, just barely covering your pretty pussy. You picked out this set specifically because you remembered Abby had said she love to see you in pink. (Or that you kinda hoped she would fuck you in it.) from the corner of your eye you see your girlfriend poke her head into the bathroom.

“Hey baby!” you mumble to her, your voice muffled from the buzzing machine in your mouth. She walks into the bathroom, standing behind you in the mirror. She placed her head on your shoulder. And buried herself into the crook of your neck and hums a low, ‘hey pretty.’ You place your other hand on her cheek, holding her closer.

Abby’s large hands slide up your shirt, rubbing your waist gently. Your body shivers at her cold touch against your warm body. She kisses up your neck, causing you to giggle a little. She lands just below your ear. “You look so pretty in these pajamas baby.”

You push your butt into the front of her jokingly. “Oh shut up!” you tease sarcastically

She returns to her same position as before, this time one of her hands sits at the bottom of your ass. The other is still on your waist. “Can't wait to get it off.”

Bits of the foamy toothpaste fall from the corners of your mouth when you try to respond. “Oh shit” You curse. The glob of toothpaste fell right into the center of your shirt. You spit the remaining toothpaste into the sink. Desperately, you try to wipe away the mark that stained the material. You rub it, which only makes it worse.

Abby lifts her head from your shoulder and looks up into the mirror to see what was going on. “Here let me see.” She turns you around by your hips. She picks you up by your armpits and places you on the counter gently. She stands in between your legs and then tries to rub away the stain. Which again, only makes it worse.

“Babyyy, it's getting worse!” you whine, looking back up at her. “Maybe we should just take it off, yeah?” You roll your eyes at her forwardness.

“Real smooth abigail.” you joke, placing your hands on her shoulders while she holds you on the counter by your waist. You nod, looking at her with your big puppy eyes.

Her hands land at the lacy hem of your shirt, she starts to pull it up revealing your perky breasts. She places sweet kisses near your lips, tasting your surgery sweet strawberry lip gloss. She glances down at your bare chest and gives a lopsided smirk.

“No bra, hm?” She coos, looking back up at you. You shake your head as she discards your shirt across the room.

“Pass me your toothbrush.” she says softly in between the wet kisses she placed down your body. You look at her, a little confused. But you comply, grabbing your toothbrush that was sitting behind you on the counter and you handed it to her. She turns on the machine and presses it right on your pebbled nipple.

You wince at the stimulation. The vibrations send shocks though your body. You softly moan when Abby pampers sweet kisses all over your face, trailing them down your neck and into the dips of your collarbones. Whispering gentle praises into your warm skin. Her free hand twisted and pulled at your other nipple. While her other rubbed the toothbrush in circular motions causing you to squirm in response. Her calloused hand slips down to your waist again, holding you down while you wiggled in her grip. A growing wet patch soaks your satin painties. Your thighs rub together trying to get any friction on your begging little cunt. A squeak escapes your pretty lips when Abby removes the vibrating machine from your perky tits. She glides the toothbrush down your body painfully slow. Her wet lips trailing not too far behind it, Kitten licking down your needy body.

The toothbrush hovers over the waistband of your satin sleep shorts, finishing the matching set of the shirt that was now discarded across the room. Her kisses stop above your shorts. Ghosting your pretty pink pussy. Abby lets out a hum before kissing your covered cunt sweetly, toothbrush still in hand. You look down at her desperately. “Abbssss, stop teasing!” You whine, begging for her. Your teeth tug your bottom lip into a soft pout and you giggle. “Relax, pretty girl. I'll take care of you, okay?” You muffle and quite ‘mhm’ and hide your goofy grin into your neck. “No baby, lemme see you.” your girlfriend coos, pulling your arm down away from your face with ease. A creeping blush grows on your face while your painties get uncomfortably wet.

After what feels like ages Abby's mouth makes contact with your clothed cunt again. “Always taste s' sweet f’ me, pretty.” She slowly starts licking fat stripes up your folds, soaking your already damp bottoms further. Dainty moans flood the small room. Seeing Abby on her knees below you turned you on so much. Watching her from above made your face grow hot. Her gentle tongue slowly works away at your juices. She pulls her face away and replaces it with your toothbrush. Placing it directly onto your swollen clit. You throw your head back as your whole body shivers. Pleasure over taking your body as she rubs your clothed clit with the vibrating machine. Abby looks up at you with her sweet baby blue eyes, watching you squirm at her every move. “So pretty baby” she praises. She slips your painties to the side of your puffy lips and teases your aching cunt, gathering your sweet slick. Her slippery fingers slide around, getting lost in your folds before she plunges her thick finger into your soaping hole. Watching as you take her so easily makes her boxers dampen. “Fuckkk” she whispers in that raspy voice you fell in love with when you first met her. She curls her finger deep inside you, hitting that soft gooey spot, just right. Her fingers plunging in and out of your clenching hole mixed with the stimulation she was giving you on your clit was tipping you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your slutty wimpers bounce off the walls filling the room with pornagraphic sounds. She slid another finger into you slowly, stretching your gushing hole out. The squelching noise your cute little pussy made, made Abby want to destroy your right then and there. But she stayed at a steady pace with the slight curling of her fingers kissing your cervix. Her other hand rubbed tight circles onto your twitching clit with the toothbrush. A knot grows in your stomach and your breath hitches. “So pretty baby” Her praise know how to bring you closer, and closer to the edge. “Cum for me baby, come on. Let it out, pretty girl.” Your legs twitch and your brain goes foggy. Your hands tangled into your girlfriend's hair. Pleasure overcomes you as you come undone on her palm. Riding out your high you grind yourself on her fingers. Chanting her name like a prayer. Dragging out the last vowel of her name as you came all over her fingers. Her fingers slow the pace and she curls into you one last time before pulling out slowly. But the toothbrush stayed stationary on your clit. Causing you to twitch and your legs to shake uncontrollably. She finally turns off the toothbrush and pulls it off slowly. Watching your swollen pussy, she looks up at your fucked out little face and places a final kiss on your clit to sooth the bundle of nerves. The grip you had on Abby's hair loosens as you pant softly on the counter. Abby drags herself up to your face and kisses your forehead. Then she pampers your entire face with sweet little peaks. “Your so pretty baby” She whispers as your eyes flutter open to see your girlfriend all nuzzled up next to you.

“The toothbrush? Really abs?” You question between your hitched breath. “Are you complaining?” She asked with that iconic grin smeared onto her freckled face. “Definitely not” you answer as she helps your shaky legs off the counter. She retrieved your shirt from across the room & places it softly over your head and slides your arms though. Fixing it perfectly just as she had found it. Her eyes traveled down to the stain that still stayed flat in the center of your new pj set. “We’ll, that didn’t really fix our stain problem did it?” She jokes. You roll your eyes, a silly smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Abby places one last kiss onto your cheek before grabbing your hand and heading out of the bathroom. “Ready to go to bed baby?”

A/n: this was actually so fun to write and I have soooo many fic ideas but I have major writers block rn! Wish I could pump out content for you guys but I’m only human. /ref. This is so kinky and idk how many people will even like this but feedback is greatly GREATLY appreciated! I’m not the best writer so I guess I’m kinda proud of this. 🫶🏽

[archangeldyke-all]

hi angel !! i hope ur doing well.

what do you think sevika would be like with a witchy partner? like a partner whose always slipping crystals into her pockets or using makeup to draw protection sigils on her arm (me lol)

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adorable

disclaimer! i know a bit about witchcraft, being a lesbian and all, but i'm not super familiar with rituals, or cultural practices, so this is all kinda just guessing.

men and minors dni

the thing is... she tries so hard to be a skeptic.

she scoffs every morning when you gently tuck a black crystal into her side satchel, promising it'll protect her.

she rolls her eyes when you talk about astrology or the phases of the moon... like the planets have powers.

and any time she walks in on your burying a candle or some herbs, she just shakes her head and chuckles, then kisses your head and goes about her day.

but... and she fucking hates the fact that it's true... your little potions and spells and whatever else you do... it seems to work.

she asked you one night after she got home, as she was cooking dinner and you were unpacking her satchel for her, why you don't just leave the 'little rock' in overnight, so you don't have to pack it for her every day.

you giggled and explained to her that half the protection is the way you bless it, the symbols you trace into it every morning.

"what kinda symbols?"

"well, i made a special one for you. for when you go to work. that you'll come home safe to me."

and you kinda take her breath away with that answer.

and, worst of all, it seems like it works. each day since you've moved in and started the little morning ritual, she's come home safe and sound, excited to see you.

(she convinces herself it's just the placebo effect, until she comes to terms with the truth when you're too sick one morning to pack her little satchel for her, she forgets the crystal, and gets the shit beat outta her. twice in one day.)

sometimes you anoint her forehead or pulse points with little oils: petals and herbs and other little goodies in the jars. she'll ask what it's for and you'll shrug.

"this one's for peace of mind. you look all far away." you said one night, when you caught on the couch watching tv in the middle of the night.

she was snoring on top of you within minutes.

"this one's for communication." you said on the morning before she asked silco for a raise.

which she ended up getting.

"this one's... well... you'll see." you said mischeviously, before pressing a kiss to her cheek and winking at her.

when she had your ankles by her ears, her strap balls deep inside of you, you giggled and bit her earlobe. "it was an arousal-- ah! arousal oil."

"figures." sevika grunts.

anyways... you know that despite the teasing sevika respects it. she's always bringing you 'cool rocks' for your crystal collection-- you don't have the heart to tell her most of them are just pebbles, so you just add 'em to the shelf. she'll pick up anything and everything that looks a little mystical for you: from cool black matches, to candles whose flames burn different colors, to real crystals, and bones or taxidermied critters.

(she kind of loves the witchy-gothy vibe of it all, loves that there's always candles burning, and incense by the windows-- little jars of goodies and ingredients everywhere. she thinks it's cool. she'll never admit it to you, though.)

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[olinblogin]

REQUEST MASTERLIST! (REDONE)

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What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Dandy’s World

-Pressure (only like three characters I’ll write for💔)

-Regretevator

-Cookie Run

-Arcane

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-slightly suggestive content (not full on nfsw)

-childhood romance (no suggestive stuff)

-teen romance (no suggestive stuff)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules/polyamory (multiple characters x reader)

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

- major nsfw

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rm

- extreme Yandere stuff (r@pe, cannibalism, etc)

CHARACTER’S I’LL BE WRITING FOR

ARCANE

- Viktor

- Jayce Talis

- Vi

- Jinx

- Sevika

- Caitlyn Kiraaman

- Mel Medarda

- Ambessa Medarda

- Salo

- Lest

- Vander

- Silco

- Ekko

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Tang

-Pigsy (mostly platonic)

-Sandy (mostly platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (mostly platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

COD - CALL OF DUTY (MW2/3)

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

Dandy’s World

- Dandy

- Astro

- Vee

- Shelly

- Sprout

- Pebble (platonic)

- Glisten

- Flutter (platonic)

- Toodles (platonic)

- Rodger

- Teagan

- Brightney

- Scraps

- Goob

- Boxten

- Poppy

-Cosmo

- Finn

- Razzle & Dazzle (can be semi-poly)

- Shrimpo

COOKIE RUN

- Hollyberry Cookie

- Dark Cacao Cookie

- White Lily Cookie

- Golden Cheese Cookie

- Pure Vanilla Cookie

- Pitaya Dragon Cookie

- Burning Spice Cookie

- Shadow Milk Cookie

- Wind Archer Cookie

- Moonlight Cookie

- Sea Fairy Cookie

- Black Pearl Cookie

- Frost Queen Cookie

- Stormbringer Cookie

- Elder Faerie Cookie

- Crimson Coral Cookie

- Shining Glitter Cookie

- Stardust Cookie

- Clotted Cream Cookie

- Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

- Street Urchin Cookie

- Rebel Cookie

- Mozzarella Cookie

- Burnt Cheese Cookie

- Smoked Cheese Cookie

- Captain Caviar Cookie

- Financier Cookie

- Crunchy Chip Cookie

- Wildberry Cookie

- Affogato Cookie

- Tea Knight Cookie

- Lilac Cookie

- Red Velvet Cookie

- Almond Cookie

- Black Raisin Cookie

- Latte Cookie

- Kumiho Cookie

- Milk Cookie

- Werewolf Cookie

- Vampire Cookie

(There’s just a lot)

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IF YOU DON’T SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTERESTS YOU CAN (in dms if you prefer) ASK IF I’LL WRITE THEM! ^^

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 5, 5 février 1898, Paris. No. 9. — Groupe de chapeaux. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Béret en velours rubis, garni de 6 plumes noires formant éventail, retenues au centre par une boucle en strass et tombant devant sur le bord du chapeau.

(1) Ruby velvet beret, garnished with 6 black feathers forming a fan, held in the center by a rhinestone buckle and falling in front on the edge of the hat.

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(2) Chapeau de jeune fille, en drap gris, garni de plumes assorties retenues au pied par un chou de velours de la même teinte.

(2) Young girl's hat, in gray cloth, trimmed with matching feathers held at the foot by a velvet collar of the same shade.

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(3) Petite toque de théâtre en velours bleu turquoise, garnie de touffes de violettes et d'un motif de strass.

(3) Small theater hat in turquoise blue velvet, garnished with tufts of violets and a rhinestone motif.

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(4) Chapeau rond très relevé de côté, en velours vert, tout coulissé, garni de dentelle blanche mélangée à un nœud de satin blanc et de velours vert dans lequel sont placées 2 aigrettes en paradis noir. Nœud de satin posant sur les cheveux.

(4) Round hat very raised on the side, in green velvet, all slid, trimmed with white lace mixed with a bow of white satin and green velvet in which are placed 2 egrets in black paradise. Satin bow posing on the hair.

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(5) Capote pour jeune femme, toute en paillettes d'argent, garnie d'un panache de plumes et d'une aigrette blanches au pied desquelles est posé un gros chou de velours violet.

(5) Hood for a young woman, all in silver sequins, garnished with a plume of feathers and a white egret at the foot of which is placed a large purple velvet cabbage.

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(6) Petit chapeau en velours coulissé bleu de roi, garni de 3 plumes et d'une aigrette blanches posées de côté.

(6) Small hat in royal blue drawstring velvet, garnished with 3 white feathers and an egret placed on the side.

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(7) Béret pour jeune femme, en taffetas rouge entièrement coulissé en forme de choux, dans lesquels on place une fantaisie en strass.

(7) Beret for young women, in red taffeta, entirely slid in the shape of cabbages, in which a rhinestone decoration is placed.

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(8) Chapeau rond en feutre gris. La calotte est en taffetas bouillonné gris, une grande amazone noire est posée de côté, retenue au pied par une grande boucle en cailloux du Rhin.

(8) Round gray felt hat. The cap is made of gray bubbled taffeta, a large black Amazon is placed on the side, held at the foot by a large loop of Rhine pebbles.

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(9) Chapeau rond en feutre blanc, très relevé de côté. Torsade de velours orange entourant la passe et panache de plumes noires garnissant le côté.

(9) Round white felt hat, raised high on the side. Twist of orange velvet surrounding the pass and plume of black feathers garnishing the side.

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(10) Petit tricorne en paillettes d'argent, garni de plumes noires dans lesquelles se pose une agrafe en strass. Torsade de velours rouge sur les cheveux.

(10) Small tricorn in silver sequins, garnished with black feathers in which a rhinestone clasp is placed. Red velvet twist on hair.

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(11) Chapeau forme amazone, relevé des deux côtés, en velours vert d'eau, le bord est coulissé et se termine devant apr un nœud en velours. Nœud de satin vert d'eau sur le côté, dans lequel est posé un oiseau vert à aigrettes noires.

(11) Amazon-shaped hat, raised on both sides, in sea green velvet, the brim is slid and ends in front with a velvet bow. Water green satin bow on the side, in which is placed a green bird with black egrets.

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(12) Béret coulissé en drap gris perle, garni de côté de trois plumes noires en touffe, au pied desquelles sont posés un chou de velours noir avec une boucle de jais et un autre chou en velours orange.

(12) Drawn beret in pearl gray cloth, garnished on the side with three black feathers in a tuft, at the foot of which are placed a black velvet cabbage with a jet curl and another orange velvet cabbage.

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(13) Petit capote en velours rubis, garnie sur le côté d'un gros oiseau noir.

(13) Small ruby velvet hood, garnished on the side with a large black bird.

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(14) Chapeau rond, en feutre gris, garni de deux plumes grises formant couronne, retenues devant par un chou en velours mauve dans lequel on met un motif en cailloux du Rhin.

(14) Round hat, in gray felt, garnished with two gray feathers forming a crown, held in front by a mauve velvet collar in which a pattern of Rhine pebbles is placed.

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(15) Petit chapeau en satin coulissé bleu ciel, fond mou en velours beige, presque blanc, piqeon blanc posé de côté, piquet de roses posant sur les cheveux.

(15) Small sky blue sliding satin hat, soft beige, almost white velvet base, white peg placed on the side, peg of roses resting on the hair.

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(16) Chapeau forme toque en velours noir, relevé des deux côtés. Le bord est en tulle pailleté avec un coulissé de velours noir formant tête. Plumes noires posées de côté retenues par des choux de velours vieux rose.

(16) Toque-shaped hat in black velvet, raised on both sides. The edge is in glittery tulle with a black velvet drawstring forming the head. Black feathers placed aside held by old pink velvet puffs.

[lonewolfwriting89]

LA FEMME

Vincent De Gramont “Marquis” x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut.

A/N: Yup, you got it, another smutty writing for this devilishly handsome French asshole man.

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With your bodies barely touching, Vincent leant forward to kiss you. Your lips gently brushed, his warm moist breath caressed your face. Your tongue traced his bottom lip seeking access to his delectable mouth. You probed the inside tenderly, slowly, savouring his pleasant taste. You curled your tongue around his and you began to suckle. The kiss deepened. So consumed by passion, you didn’t realise that he had manoeuvred you both to his desk, until your legs brushed up against its cool surface.

Vincent gently pressed you down and nudged your legs apart, stepping between them. He broke the kiss reluctantly and bent forward as his hands slid under your top. His fingers crawled carefully up towards your aching breasts. You moaned aloud, waiting. God. He teased you, stopping to rub your ribs, just barely brushing the underside of your breasts.

Your nipples pebbled, aching for his touch. Suddenly he removed his hands from under your top, your skin flushing cold at the loss of his touch. You closed your eyes and groaned in disappointment. Only, a moment later you sighed in pleasure when you felt the heat of his hands on your skin again. He pushed your blouse upwards, ripping it up, over your head.

Next he skilfully removed your satin padded bra, throwing it rudely next to your blouse, exposing your bare breasts to the chilled dusk air. You moaned a little louder when his tongue licked over your nipple. Slowly he drew it inside his warm mouth, sucking. Vincent flicked his wet tongue over your rigid nub making you quiver, wet heat pooling below you. You brought your hands up caressing his back, urging him closer. His talented tongue shifted to the other breast making you jolt, electricity buzzing through your nerves. The rush of desire caused your hands to urgently caress every accessible inch of his flesh.

Your fingernails traced lightly along his spine. He dragged his tongue along the underside of your breast, gently nipping and sucking his path. With his hands leading the way he pulled down your pencil skirt, his wet tongue followed downward over your ribs, your stomach, until he reached your navel where it dipped inside. Lower he went with long wet strokes.

His fingers reached between your legs, inside your satin pants, to the apex of your thighs, sliding over your smooth skin. He parted your folds and slipped a finger inside. You whined low, desperately needing more. He probed gently, teasing you on purpose, knowing this wouldn’t be enough for you. You contracted your muscles, squeezing, wanting more. He slid his finger slowly in and out. With each new thrust he pushed deeper. In, it sank. Out, it slid from your moist heat.

Vincent pinched your clit, rolling it between his deft fingers. You cried his name, before biting down hard on your bottom lip. Then he plunged two fingers inside, stroking the very core of you. Your hips lifted off his hard office desk, wanting him deeper. Needing something thicker inside your pussy. You moaned softly through clenched teeth, the sensations so intense. Blood pulsing wildly through your veins, feeling as though it were flames. His fingers undulated as your pelvis gyrated in circles seeking climax. You were so close to orgasm that your hips bucked wildly up and down, tears threatening to spill and stain your flushed cheeks.

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[skele-bunny]

Y'all ready for another muthafuckin

T4T FRIDAY?!

But with rare pairs :3

Trans femme-nb Phil and Trans masc Pebble who constantly practice makeup on each other. Pebble just trying to be still and not to smile as Phil draws a beard and accentuates his cheek bones. In return Pebble doing wings on Phil and letting her pick out what color eyeshadow they want. Each time with lipstick, Pebble ends up with kiss marks alllll over his face.

Zephyr learning how to help Primo with their wigs, and in return Primo always experimenting styles with Zeph's. They're so gentle with each other... Zephyr is the only one Primo has come out to, and although they're not ready yet, Zephyr will always be by their side to comfort and support.

Bigender Mist who lets trans woman Cirrus and Sunshine do her t-shots. Has them spaced out to where he can still have changes but not too much. Sunshine ending up with a majority of Mist's femme clothes and taking Cirrus to the mall when he gets paid to spoil her as well. They love each other soooo much they're stupid.

Omega and Swiss will have stare offs and compliment each other gender affirmingly. First one to get too bashful loses and has to buy the other dinner. "...Your beard is filling out so well it makes your face shape more masculine." // ".....Your body type is so nicely sharp but still round even before you transitioned I always thought you were a male."

Ifrit focusing SO damn hard on how to do acrylic nails because it's one of Aurora's favorite things. She loves being his test dummy and just feels SO fuckin pretty. Rory learning more masc styles and being his personal wardrobe assistant. "Nu-uh, not that shirt with those pants, it shows your hips a bit more. Try these instead!!". Love seeing each other's progress. Ifrit going down the curves of her hips, Rory scratching her nails through his slowly growing stubble.

[cerisesakurainspring]

Tendō Satori x Reader

Haikyuū Husbandos Series

You hopped happily on the street, excitement bubbling in you. You were going to see your dearest husband for a dinner date. Although you were supposed to meet at the restaurant, you decided to surprise him and be the one to pick him up from work.

At the corner of the street was a chocolate shop, and you happily hopped in, the shop bell ringing in the process.

"Salut, madame." greeted the cashier with a warm smile. He already knew who you were there for, so he gestured at the back door with his thumb.

You opened the door quietly and poked your head slowly. Your eyes landed on a lone figure working his hands on a delicate rose petal made from tempered chocolate.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth pulled to one side, too engrossed in the art he was creating. You leaned your body on the doorframe to admire the man before you. His tall and medium build made you sigh in wonder.

You would have been content standing there appreciating what was before you, but you heard his sing-song voice echo in the room.

"Aren't you coming in to greet your husband, ma femme?" Satori asked you teasingly.

The word "my wife" brought a blush to your face, and you walked towards the man you so dearly love.

"Bonjour, ma douce cerise!" Satori excitedly kissed your cheeks, and you giggled at the endearment.

"You are more of a cherry than I am." You gestured at his red hair. "Though I must say, your French has significantly improved."

"Well, of course. I've always excelled at things I liked."

You notice his toque is slightly tilted, so you adjust it so it sits perfectly on his head.

He pulled his lips to one side, and you found it quite adorable. "You're ruining my surprise, you know."

You giggled knowingly, "Is that rose chocolate for me?"

"I was going to give it to you during dinner, but you're a sneaky little chaton." He lightly flicked your nose, then returned to the almost finished chocolate figure. "Almost done here," he stuck his tongue to the side in concentration.

Satori loved surprising you with gifts.

Whether it'd be a pebble he picked up on his way home or a branch he broke from the 'first blossom tree to flower,' to stray feathers that you really didn't want to know if he purposefully plucked them off a poor bird. Though you know he wouldn't be that heartless.

You even had a big box specially made to contain the trinkets he found for you.

Every day is always a happy one between you two, but you were concerned that his love would fade, yet it only grew as time passed.

It reminded you of his proposal at the Seine River overlooking the Eiffel Tower years ago. He rented an entire boat for the two of you then, and it was decorated in red roses; the top deck even had a red carpet on it.

It was quite an over-the-top proposal. You would have been content with him for simply asking, but he wanted to make it an extraordinary memory for the two of you.

You go on to snake your arms around his waist, "You truly are my raison-d'être."

You said as you buried your face behind his back, blush spreading across your cheeks.

You felt him let out a content sigh.

Satori delicately put the flower-shaped chocolate on the workbench and turned to face you. His hands cupped your cheeks and rubbed his thumbs on it tenderly.

"And you, darling cherry, will always be my joie de vivre."

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This is part of an ongoing one-shot series that will feature most Haikyuū characters that I'm planning to upload weekly. Up next will be Oikawa, then in two weeks is Kita's!!

Available for reading on Wattpad and AO3 with the title Haikyuū Husbandos - SakuraInSpring

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Could you do a tangerine flufd x femme reader and theyre both sick and laying in bed and js taking care of eachover??!!

hii! this is super cute. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

shared sickness

tangerine x f reader

wc || 431

again, very sorry to those on the tan taglist, my inbox is full of tan

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Tangerine returned home from his mission abroad several days ago. Not only had he brought himself back, but he also brought back a lovely sickness bug that he ever so kindly decided to share with you. So for the last few days, you and Tan have been miserably lying together in bed under mountains of covers as you impatiently waited for your cold to pass.

"Can you pass me the tissues," you sniffle, pointing to the box on his side of the bed. "Quick— my nose, it's dripping," you add, speaking nasally. 

"Want me to blow your nose for you?" he lightly chuckles which follows a short coughing fit. "Fuck me," he softly groans, closing his eyes, rubbing over his temples. "Gimme one," he says quietly, snatching a tissue off you.

"I was literally just about to use that one," you heavily exhale, blowing your nose to clear the mucus that had been making it near-impossible to breathe. Your neck snaps to face Tan, a quizzical expression upon your features. "Did you just— did you just throw that tissue on the floor?"

"No," he shakes his head, a boyish grin forming on his lips. 

"That a lie?" you snicker, sitting up with a groan as you peer over to see a pile of crumbled, snotty tissues on the floor by his nightstand. "Yeah, you did," you laugh, cuddling into his side. "I've been doing it too,"

"Well, that's disgusting and so unladylike," Tangerine smirks, hugging you tighter, kissing the crown of your head. 

You and Tan lay like that for a little while, silently snuggled together as you breathed in each other's sickness. Usually, when one of you was sick, the other would look after and care for the other, but considering you were both ill, you had to try to combine your roles. 

You thought you'd start small, sharing a warm bubble bath to cleanse the feeling of being in bed for the last fifty-nine hours. You helped clean each other, taking turns so you didn't overexert yourselves. After you washed and dried, you dressed into some clean loungewear that you both desperately needed. As neither of you had left the bedroom for the last few days, the change of scenery was necessary, so the pair of you sluggishly made your way downstairs to the living room, where you set new camp on the sofa with clean blankets.

For the rest of the afternoon, you and Tangerine sprawled out over the couch as you watched old reruns of shitty gameshows, nasally breathing as you enjoyed the comfort of each other.

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[storm-breaker7]

This is gonna be specific but can you make a Cyberverse! Cheetor x Snow Leopard! Femme! Reader. The plot is that the Autobots including Cheetor have to find the Crystal of Unity and they found the guardian of the Crystal of Unity (Y/n) and the deceptions stole the Crystal of Unity and Cheetor falls in love with Y/n

Ok first of all, I love snow leopards. Second of all I love cyberverse Cheetor. Third of all I love cyberverse Cheetor.

Need Someone

Summary: A bad day turns out to be slightly rewarding. After being lonely for so long, this might not be so bad.

Pairing: Cheetor X Reader

Warning: lil angst with comfort, (idrk it seems safe enough but tell me if i missed somthin)

I drag my servos across my faceplate. A low groan escaped me before I picked up a small pebble. I threw it elsewhere swiftly. I threw my servos up and my frame crumbled back to the ground. A clunk echoed. Then more, rhythmic ones followed, faintly getting closer.

I don't bother to turn around when I hear the clangs stop near the entrance to the temple. Don't even bother. Somebot walks up next to me, reaching their hand out. I smack it away and cower into the corner more. Continuing to run through the what-ifs.

"What are you doing here?" A stoic voice asks a-ways-away, only now letting themselves in. The hand that reached out for me earlier was their medic.

I gave them all a hard glare as I pulled myself up. Returning to my full height, rivaling their leader (or who I assumed was their leader).

"Why do you care? Came back for seconds, couldn't get enough?" I hissed, flexing my servos.

A few shared glances and a large, yellow bot stepped up and offered a servo, "You see, us Autobots haven't been here before. We however did detect Decepticons here. Care to Explain?"

My optic twitched, how dare these bots come into my home and demand answers from me after I was robbed of the only thing I was made for.

"I will explain nothing. Your friends pried the Crystal from my unwilling servos. And you come again!" I yell, balling my fist and giving the yellow bot - that, in my defense, was nearest to me - and gave them a strong right hook.

He yelped and fell backward, the bot behind him jumping out of the way. I jabbed a digit in the leaders direction.

"Why can't you and your hollow friends leave me alone. The big grey lugnut going to come back and help you finish me off?"

"Wait slow down," A smaller, more yellow bot waves their servos around, "Megatron came here and stole what off you?"

"I told you I'm not explaining anything to the likes of you." I grumbled, turning away and pacing around.

"Well, I'll start." The yellow bot offered, "I'm Bumblebee, were all Autobots and the bots that just came and stole this crystal thingy off you are Decepticons. They aren't our friends."

I hum, narrowing my optics. After Bumblebee introduced me to everyone, I grimaced and apologized to Grimlock for punching him. Then I went off explaining who and what I was. Though I could feel curious green optics trace my every movement.

"The Crystal of Unity is, long story short, a manipulation device. In the right hands it could bring together worlds on the brink of civil war. But in the wrong hands..." I sigh, "I'm afraid it is just a tool of mind control. The Crystal, no matter how strong or trained the mind is, will always be able to make the victim do whatever the wielder desires."

"So this can be used against any living being?" Prime spoke up,

"I'm afraid so. Now if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to be alone." I dip my head before turning around. The lights shining on the white panels annoyed my optics to no end, but I continued on.

Once I was alone, the other bot like me - Cheetor, I think - sat down next to me. I turned to him before I turned back to the horizon.

"Don't you think this world is beautiful?" He suddenly asked, his optics flicking around.

"I have seen a few planets that rival this one. But this dust ball has its moments..." I shrugged, glancing at him.

He nodded the turned to me, a look in his optics I refused to believe was there. "Just know, you did whatever you could to protect the Crystal. We will make sure Megatron does not use it against anyone."

I grimaced and gazed away, "Thanks. Just hope we get it before he figures out how to use it."

"If you ever need someone, I can get them for you." He smiled warmly, his servo patting mine softly and reassuringly. How can someone be so Optimistic? I wondered as he got up and left me to my devices once more.

I watched as he left. My white tail flicked from one side, to the other. I brushed my grey servos over the face of my maximal form. Dusting myself off.

At this time of day, it really did make my panels shine. I wonder if it did to Cheetors aswell?

(If you want me to continue i can but im so sick rn and i just want to get this out C:)

[campgender]

“I Love Hard Girls” by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

published in PRISM Magazine volume 52 issue 2 (2014)

hips like a hummingbird jackhammer

a brick house body a brick city

crumbling

boots that climb to thighs

thick and pebbled

with the big bags of potatoes and rice waiting in the pantry

to survive hard times

those girls who will fuck you up for no good reason

I love girls with whiskey espresso belly

I love the brown girl worry line

perpendicular to the perfect eyebrow

the rosewater olive oil in the food and in the homemade facial toner

the groupon and the gas money.

the twenty dollar bill tucked away and passed

the penny jar hip bones shaking brass

the emergency stockings

the you wanna make $300?

the delicious satisfaction of texting

go fuck yourself

I hate you

fuck you

I love girls who wanna set shit on fire,

whose cut eye can penetrate oil spills

I love girls who want to smash faces, break windows

whose asses swish with the cut of razors

I love every loud mouthed hard assed fuck with you

skin soft like a loquat as they punch your cunt into infinity femme

I love girls who will fuck you up for no

and every good reason

and I love those girls

who look at me hard and whisper thank god

who have never once been scared of me

— for amber dawn and july westhale

[dykestolookoutfor]

intro post! 🫀

hello! this is an 18+ anon side blog for all things sexuality, kink, and assorted nsft content <3 you can call me nemo (which means "no one").

LESBIAN • THEY/THEM • FEMMEDYKE

I am new to the erotic side of lesbianism, and want to use this blog to find what I enjoy and what I'm into x

I call myself just about everything: a hyperfemme, femme fatale, vampire dyke, mean lesbian. I'm not scared of labels, labels are scared of me. I collect them like pebbles.

I'm not sure I have a type. Wanna help me figure it out ? ;)

Asks are always open! Feel free to ask, suggest, or roleplay <3 There's only one way to find out what I'm into, and that's giving it a try.

Interests: chappell roan (and other lesbian music/artists), collecting trinkets, vampires, doing makeup, alt subcultures, horror, art

I'm also the #1 toxic yuri connoisseur <3 Seeing it, reading it, writing it, drawing it. I love it all.

Thank you for reading <3 Feel free to reach out, looking for lesbian friends x

men/minors dni

[notwarriorswiki]

Do you have any LGBTQ+ headcanons for pride month? :)

I do, so many! Let's see how many I can list! As we all know, gender and sexuality is a spectrum, and there's no one way to classify just everyone into little bubbles. That's what makes us as humans so amazing. I made "groups" below for those interested in certain "categories", but if anyone has particular asks, I can try and assist.

I mostly stuck to notable cats people would recognize rather than getting a bit more obscure, so do ask if you want specifics. If I have mistakenly used wrong pronouns in the past for certain characters, I apologize as it may either be old, or I sometimes slip because no nonbinary cats are really in the books using said pronouns, but I get used to them nonetheless.

If you'd like headcanon as in, like, cute things doing together or how their identities tie into their lives at times, just ask again and I can do that too ^_^

Lesbians

Brindleface

Cloudberry

Doestar

Echosong

Mothwing

Needleclaw

Russetfur

Willowshine

Gays

Alderheart

Barley

Darkstripe

Featherwhisker

Flametail

Jayfeather

Kestrelflight

Ratscar

Ravenpaw

Runningwind

FxF Ships

Blossomfall x Ivypool

Briarlight x Dovewing

Bumble x Turtle Tail

Cinderheart x Hollystar

Doestar x Fallowsong

Lilystar x Sunnytail

MxM Ships

Barley x Ravenpaw

Feather x Flipclaw

Jake x Tallstar

Jayfeather x Kestrelflight

Oakfur x Ratscar

Redtail x Runningwind

Gender non-conforming Ships

Beechfur x Gorsetail

Tree x Violetshine

Bisexuals

Bluestar

Bramblesong (Fernsong)

Cinderheart

Dawnpelt

Leafpool

Sandstorm

Tawnypelt

Thunder

Toadstep

Turtle Tail

Asexuals

Flametail (ace, homoromantic)

Leopardstar (acearo)

Mousefur (acearo)

Pebblefoot (acearo)

Sagewhisker (ace, homoromantic)

Shadowsight (ace, homoromantic)

Skywatcher (acearo)

Sootfur (ace, homoromantic)

Tall Shadow (acearo)

Thornclaw (ace, heteroromantic)

Twigshade (acearo)

Pansexuals

Blossomfall

Briarlight

Bumble

Dovewing

Flipclaw

Jake

Minnowtail

Sedgewhisker

Squirrelflight

Yellowfang

Demisexuals

Firestar (panromantic)

Brambleclaw (heteroromantic)

Goosefeather (homoromantic)

Hollystar (biromantic)

Needletail (biromantic)

Trans Cats

Brambleberry (trans femme)

Doestar (trans femme)

Dappletuft (trans masc)

Ivypool (trans femme)

Lark that Sings at Dawn/Larkfeather (trans femme)

Redtail (trans masc)

River Ripple (trans masc)

Nonbinary Cats

Cloudmist (they/them)

Cloud Spots (they/them)

Mosskit (they/them)

Thistleheart (they/them)

Tree (he/him, they/them, ae/aem)

Genderfluid Cats

Gorsetail (she/her, he/him, they/them)

Heatherstar (she/her, they/them, fae/faer)

Pebble Heart (he/him, she/her)

Rushtail (she/her, he/him, ey/em)

Poly Ships

Lightning Tail x Thunder x Violet Dawn

Nettlespot x Toadskip x Poolcloud

[jow99]

Grey weekend

Saturday morning I got up around 7am but kept checking my watch because it was so dark. The sky was grey and pretty much stayed that way all day.

Saturday morning Jose met his gravel group and I met up with Stephen for an explore of the gravel path ways. We were supposed to be doing the ride he did with Jose last week but I think we took the scenic route 😂

Anyway we had a lovely morning, 2 coffees at Yari’s and about 5kms later another drink at Rustik - another cyclists haunt. Very relaxed. We arrived back in town in time to meet Katharine and Jessica (their daughter) for lunch.

Meanwhile Jose was also enjoying his gravel ride though it was definitely more serious than ours. Given we’d been quite relaxed enjoying a drink before ordering lunch, Jose arrived in time to meet us for lunch. We were amusing ourselves watching the “Moths” get under way. Moths are yet another vessel revolving around a foil. They looked pretty tricky to get going.

We left the port around 3:00ish and cycled home for showers and to watch the end of the Tour of the Basque Country. Late afternoon we wandered into town for a drink and to buy some bread for Jose. In the evening we watched the highlights of the Femme Paris Roubaix.

Sunday morning dawned worse than Saturday, you could barely see the rocks in front of us. After a birthday call with Mum we headed out for our regular Sunday breakfast. I noticed a peculiar blue up on the rocks of the pebbly beach next to us. Then we noticed a whole bunch of what looked like blue medusas in the water too. Never seen that before here, didn’t even know we had stingy things up here. Being in a bay most things pass us by.

After breakfast we returned home to do some chores and wait for the fog to lift. Eventually the fog lifted and we jumped on our bikes to go to Tessi as we had a couple of things we wanted to get for the Camino.

On the way home we stopped for coffee and cake before returning to L’Escala for one last stop before picking up some rotisserie chook for lunch.

Sunday afternoon was spent watching Paris Roubaix (very exciting) and then we headed to the beach for drinks with Marjolein and Martijn. We’ve barely seen them since Charlie left so it was nice to catch up.

The evening was spent watching a movie on the nebula.