#the nicest 🖤

[morvantmortuary]

okay, so I’ve been a bit caught up the past couple days bc I joined an online horror writing retreat at the literal absolute minute and I’ve been sprinting for my life since Monday (some of which will soon be shared here once it’s ready to go!!! :3c)

but even though I’m still going to respond to everyone individually, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who has been so, so kind and supportive about me introducing Seth the other day 🖤🖤🖤 I’ve said before that you guys make writing the Mortuary amazing, and I was incredibly touched by the enthusiasm y’all took the time to share 🥰 I’m incredibly lucky to get to share my murder scrimblos with y’all, and I look forward to us all getting to have a lot of fun with this newest one together. Expect some hcs up for him very soon!! (And poor Leon, who’s been waiting for his for like a year now lmao)

thank y’all again, everyone who still takes time out of their day to read and interact with this little blog is forever a sweetheart in my book and I’m grateful every day 🖤🖤🖤

(and that ^ is. actually perfect for the thing I’m writing for him rn. go figure!! :D)

[morvantmortuary]

1. I always appreciate you thinking of me babe 🥰 thanks so much!!

2. …the two most likely candidates from my lot are Bad Spell!Maxi, bc jesus christ did that boy have problems, and Seth, once he takes out all three Morvants :’D I’m sure he’s already planning his choreography and everything, cheeky bastard.

(Hex might accidentally summon ghosts when he gets really into dancing with his person, though, but he usually doesn’t mean to lmao)

Just started imagining a Necromancer using their magic to create undead for the sole purpose of creating a musical number and they need back up dancers for their song solo.

[thxnks4themrms]

Let’s run away from our small towns and live the life we’ve always dreamed of together <3

[bass-alien]

can I just say how much I appreciate the love y’all have shown my pinned post 🥺

[lesbiansanemi]

Ao3 comment email: *enters inbox*

Me: omg !!!!! Yay!!!!! :D

Ao3 comment email: *literally just some variation of an update demand and nothing else*

Me: >:(

[morvantmortuary]

I’m sorry it took me a couple days to respond to this, but this was such a lovely surprise to find!! 🥹✨ and to be listed in such esteemed company is always an honor 😜🖤

thank you so much for thinking of me when you thought of jess, dolly! this was really kind of you, and I super appreciate it 🥰💗

I definitely have to rec @morvantmortuary and @jmathesonandsiblings - their stories might not be for everyone, since their OCs are slashers, necromancers, and cryptids, and a lot of their work dives into some dark subject matter, but both their writing is absolutely incredible, and their characters are deeply intriguing and make you want to learn more and more about them and their worlds. Plus, they’re both such kind, friendly human beings!! ♡♡♡

@morvantmortuary

@jmathesonandsiblings

[yeyinde]

hiya!! i love your writing, it’s so gorgeous and evocative!! i was wondering, if it’s not too personal, what are your pronouns? sorry if you’ve already addressed this, and have a lovely day!! :)

thank you so much!!!!! 🖤 it's not personal at all! it's she/her!

[morvantmortuary]

(sorry it’s taking me a minute to respond to asks/tags on this blog, as I have a few waiting, but I did want to say I’m doing much much better and thank you to everyone who was kind enough to send me some support when my face was… air-bagging, or whatever we want to call it :’D my skin is healed and I’m back to wearing my favorite eyeliner again, and my meeting with my committee went well (they liked my revised concept and I don’t have to get my pages to them until july), AND next week is the last one of the semester, which means I should get to be around more often since my office is closed over the summer!! 🖤 which is good, because there’s a new friend who’s been waiting to introduce themselves

everyone who takes the time to read this blog and write in is the absolute best, I am so so so fortunate and lucky to have gotten to know so many wonderful people and the morvants and I love all of y’all so much 🥰🖤🖤🖤

^ live footage of me laying on my couch with the tiny!morvants thinking of how many wonderfully sweet people I’m grateful to know ✨)

[josephseedismyfather]

💐🌷spread the love to the people you’re glad you’ve found in this corner of the internet 💐

YOU'RE SO SWEET AND I LOVE YOU!!! 😘🥰😘😍😘

[emeritusemeritus]

Hi! I love your writings! I’m obsessed with jealous fred weasley so if you could write a one shot with whatever you’d like :)))

(If you hate just ignore pls lol)

Hi love! Thank you so much, this has been a lot of fun to write. I’ve been sat watching Goblet of Fire, took one look at Fred in this scene and knew it just had to be long hair Freddie because it makes me feral. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: bit of swearing, mild sexual references. Fred gets jealous and a little possessive. Talks of marriage. Sorry McLaggen I needed a villain.

Word count: 1k

A cold heart and a warm jumper

Jealousy wasn't something Fred Weasley ever felt.

He knew his family weren't rich, that they'd never have the best of anything or anything new in abundance and so from a young age, he'd made peace with it and learned not to envy others. Being one of seven kids and most importantly a twin in a family that was already stretched both financially and emotionally, he'd had to learn to share, virtually from the day he was born. He'd shared clothes, toys, his room, practically his entire life with George, even a uterus and placenta, though he didn't care to think about that.

But now, watching Cormac McLaggen leering over the one thing in his life that he absolutely refused to share, he felt the unfamiliar rise of the green eyed monster throughout his entire body.

Godric he hated that slimy little prick. With his stupid blonde curls and the smug little smile that Fred really wanted to slap off his face right now, regardless of his rich daddy and any consequences that would inevitably follow.

The common room was a blaze with celebration, Harry’s victory in joint first place of the first task had been wildly celebrated by each and every Gryffindor and even Ron had joined in after being such a miserable git for a month. But even with the chaos and jubilant celebration around him, as well as a decent profit they’d made on taking the bets during the task, Fred was not in the mood for a party.

Despite it being the end of November, Fred’s striped jumper and beige overcoat suddenly felt like they were suffocating him as he stared at the corner where McLaggen leaned suggestively ogling his girlfriend, reaching out to touch her arm and shifting ever closer to where she stood. He was getting hotter by the second, burning up with anger and jealousy as he looked in disgust at the slimy sod. Who did he think he was to be stood so close to Fred’s girl? They’d been together years, it was hardly like nobody knew that she was his.

But then he heard your girlish giggle and his blood seemed to run cold. You were openly laughing with him, playing with a strand of your hair and making no move to shut down his advances.

He’d had enough and was just ready to march over and make Cormac choke down a puking pastille when he watched you take off your coat, throwing it over the chair behind you and taking a step back to avoid Cormac’s over familiar hands as they reached out for you again. Fred’s heart pounded as he looked at what you were wearing so proudly, his quidditch jumper with his surname displayed right across the back. He remembered now how you’d complained of being cold just before you left to view the task and he’d nipped up to his dorm to retrieve a warm jumper for you. He knew it wasn’t the nicest sweater, there was a hole in the left armpit that had been stitched back together with a completely different coloured thread and a great big pull in the fabric on the right sleeve but you’d worn it with pride. Your face had lit up when he held it out to you and you’d tried to sneakily smell it with a cute smile before you threw it over your head, tying up your hair so you could show off his surname now displayed across your back.

Watching you now, he realised how wrong he’d been. You were inching away from McLaggen, body turned away and looking for any sign of escape, the fingers in your hair a simple mechanism to block him from reaching out to you.

Fred was on his feet in seconds, almost trampling a load of first years who were sat in the pathway as he stalked over to where you were standing, his eyes fixed upon the letters across your back.

“Weasley,” he whispers in your ear as a greeting, immediately stepping behind you and placing his hand on the curve of your bum. You jump slightly at the sudden intrusion but recover quickly as you realise it’s him behind you. Fred watched as a smirk blossomed across your face as you realised, pressing your hips back just slightly as a form of acknowledgment, backing up into his hand which he squeezed, getting a good grip of your bum.

“This looks very good on you,” he whispers again into your ear, bending down just enough so that only you could hear how deep and breathy his voice had become. He reaches out with his left hand to glide it over your hip to your waist, tugging on the fabric of the jumper just enough that you’d understand exactly what he meant.

“The jumper or the name?” You smirk, earning another squeeze of your bum for your cheekiness, both of you openly ignoring McLaggen who is still trying to talk to you.

“Both,” Fred smirks, the tip of his nose catching on your hair, his lips moving dangerously closely to the smooth skin of your neck.

“If you don’t mind McLaggen, me and the Mrs have business to attend to,” Fred says suddenly, not even looking at Cormac who briefly considers if he does mind or not, mouth opening as if he is about to protest.

Fred doesn’t even give him a chance and simply throws his right arm around your shoulders and pulls you away with a shit eating grin on his face. His hand slips back towards your bum as you’re walking away, his hand slipping into your jeans pocket as he pulls you close to him, asserting his place. He can’t help but smirk as he directs you towards the stairs to the dorms, knowing that Cormac is still watching the pair of you and he takes a sick pleasure in knowing the last thing McLaggen will see of you tonight is Fred’s hand in your jeans as he takes you to his dorm; with his surname plastered in large letters across your back. The same surname that will be yours in just a couple of years, if Fred gets his way.

Maybe he should invite Cormac to the wedding.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

feel enough. l Frankie “Catfish” Morales

Summary:  your head was full of unpleasant thoughts about you

Warnings: (+18) smut, fluff, unprotected sex (don't do it!), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, complexes caused by how the body looks after pregnancy, mentioned pregnancy, breeding kink, a few curses

A/N: I wanted to write something cute and safe, something that would be nice. I hope I succeeded, at least a little. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

"What's going on?"

His sleepy, slightly hoarse voice echoed quietly through the bedroom. You quickly adjusted your-once-his t-shirt that you were wearing and put a charming smile on your face before turning to him.

"She woke up. I had to feed her." you replied and slid back under the covers. "She should give us some more time to sleep."

"Mhmm..." Frankie mumbled, moving closer to you. The large hand slid gently over your body, wrapped around you and pulled you closer, he kissed your shoulder softly. "She knows no mercy."

"Her favorite person in the world said." you giggled. "I know perfectly well that she wrapped you around her little finger."

"Not my fault." he replied, moving in the bed so that his long legs intertwined with yours, he was like an octopus. "She gets it from her mom. Sweet, charming, with a beautiful smile. I have no chance."

"I almost feel sorry for you."

The soft stubble brushed against your neck as Frankie kissed you somewhere under your ear, or wherever he could reach. 

Mornings like this were the nicest. It was still early enough that it seemed that life and household chores were far away from you. Just you and him, a warm bed, the remnants of sleep in front of your eyes.

For a few minutes, not a single word was said and you were sure that your husband had fallen asleep again, but his hand, which slowly slid under your shirt, made you realize that it was different. The touch was tender and gentle, but you held your breath almost immediately.

"Do you think she'll give her parents some time alone?" his voice was still soaked in sleep, but you heard him clearly, "I miss you, baby girl."

The hand slid over your stomach and slipped between your soft breasts, but it didn't stay there for long because soon it slid to the back of your neck and gently turned your face towards Frankie. His plush lips first brushed the corner of your mouth, and only after a moment they landed on your lips. Gentle and unhurried kisses, perfect for mornings like this.

But now everything was different. Your brain was working at full speed and you felt everything, every thought, every touch, was starting to overwhelm you. He had to sense it, he knew you too well.

The kisses stopped and he gently stroked your cheek. You opened your eyelids and saw his sweet brown eyes staring intently at you.

"Everything okay, sweetie?" he asked.

You nodded "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You seem a bit tense. Don't you feel like it?"

"No, it's fine. Just..." Frankie smiled gently, carefully sliding his hand out from under your shirt and laying down next to you.

He watched you with concern, but you felt worse with every passing second. The feeling that you were hurting him, that you were failing him as a woman, began to fill every cell of your body quickly. 

Frankie was lying so close to you that you could feel the warmth of his body perfectly, but an invisible boundary was standing between you, and it was definitely in your bed, but not only there.

On the couch when you were both watching a movie in the evening, in the kitchen when he came to hug you from behind when he came home, practically every time his hands touched your body, his arms wrapped around you or you felt the closeness of his body - you tensed up and did everything you could to move away from him.

You felt bad about it. You felt that it was your fault, that something was wrong with you, because it had to be.

Sophie was almost four months old and she was a wonderful baby. She definitely had her daddy's brown eyes and curly hair, but her smile was yours. Despite the tiredness, you loved being a mom, and Frankie was the proudest father around. 

He understood and practiced tying baby wraps much faster than you did, and he looked damn handsome with little So, as he called her,  sleeping on his chest while he shopped or cooked.

"She grounds me." he would say when you pointed out that they looked like two koalas together. How could you fight it?

"What's wrong, honey?" he asked. "What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know..." you sighed, staring at the ceiling. You felt embarrassed that you couldn’t tell him all your worries.

He brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face and gently stroked your cheek. He could see perfectly well that something was eating you from the inside, he wasn't blind or deaf. 

You were his baby girl, his best friend, his wife, and his lover. He had a beautiful child with you and a life he never thought he could be a part of. It broke his heart to see you like this, but he didn't want to push you.

"Frankie..." your voice was quiet, but he heard it tremble perfectly, "Do you still find me attractive?"

He frowned, clearly surprised by the question. His semi-hard cock was resting on your thigh, and you were asking him things like that?

"Of course." he replied firmly, "Why do you even ask questions like that?"

You pouted and pulled the covers up a little higher.

"I just... Lately I've been feeling... It's stupid!"

"Hey." Frankie lifted himself up to look at your face, seriousness in his eyes, "Nothing you feel is stupid. I want you to remember it, hermosa. Tell me, please."

You took a deep breath. The words were about to leave your lips for the first time, and you were terrified by the fact.

"I don't feel good enough for you, Frankie." you said quietly "I've been feeling this way for a dozen or so weeks. After Sophie came along, my body isn't what it used to be. I don't feel good about it..."

Frankie looked at you, trying to digest your words. This was something new to him. He knew and saw that your body was different from when you met, but he never took it as a flaw, quite the opposite - it was wonderful.

"Sweetie..." he said after a moment "You gave birth to Sophie a few months ago. Your body did an amazing thing..."

"I know, I know..." you groaned, covering your face with your hands, feeling even more embarrassed by yourself "But I saw so many beautiful and smiling young mothers on social media, with flat stomachs, in perfect make-up. They looked amazing! And my belly pooch..."

"What?"

"My belly, Frankie!"

"I love your belly." he stated honestly "And I don't like you comparing yourself to other women, to be honest. Because then I'd have to have a six-pack and butts of steel, and I'm not going to keep eating rice and chicken every fucking day."

You snickered. "But I love your body."

"So why can't you love yours too? Baby..." Frankie shifted so he was enclosing you between his strong arms, his hair a mess but he was the sweetest thing, besides your daughter, you saw in the mornings. "Since I met you are the sexiest girl I've ever seen. Out of my league. But you were and always are more than just a body. You're loving, compassionate, caring, understanding, supportive and smart as hell. I love your sense of humor and when you're a little grumpy in the mornings, too. You sacrificed your body to give us this little being sleeping in the other room and I will be forever grateful to you for making me a father." he noticed how your eyes started to glaze over and a muffled moan escaped your throat "I don't know what I should do to make you understand how beautiful you are to me. I'm half hard, but if there's anything I can do, tell me. I'll do anything. Just please, don't think you're not enough because I can't stand it."

"So I'm not disappointing you that we don't make love as often as we used to?"

"I love sex with you, baby, but a relationship is about something more." he smiled "If you want to wait, I don't see a problem with that. I want you to feel comfortable with me, and the thought of you forcing yourself to do anything just because you think I expect it... We don't do that here, do we?"

You nodded. A heavy stone seemed to lift from your heart because you even managed to smile, and Frankie beamed at the sight. He kissed your hand as you tenderly stroked his stubbled cheek.

"I love you very much, you know that?"

"I love you more." He replied and kissed you softly. "And next time you have any doubts, you are to come to me immediately, do you understand?"

"Is that an order?" You giggled, his bulge suddenly twitching close to your crotch.

"You can take it that way, Private." He replied, his voice distinctly lower and deeper.

It went straight to your core and struck those chords that made you desire your husband even more.

You moved slightly and he used that to position himself between your legs. You could clearly feel how hard he was and you were getting wet at the thought that it was because of you. That no matter what you thought about yourself, Frankie really wanted you.

"Baby..." he sighed and cleared his throat as your fingers slid down his neck and you started playing with hair on his nape. "I really meant it, if you're not ready..."

"Do you want me to stop?" you asked, pouting your lower lip slightly and making a sad face.

"Fuck, no." he shook his head "But..."

"You said you'd do anything to make me feel better." you reminded him, moving your hips so his cock felt the friction and Frankie let out a loud breath "You know best what to do to make me feel better. You know every nook and cranny of my body so well..."

"Shit! Hermosa, please..."

"I need you now, baby." you pulled his face closer to him to kiss him "I want you, Francisco..."

Even if you wanted to say something more, he wouldn't let you, because his lips pressed against yours with such force that you moaned. His tongue slipped between your lips without hesitation, deepening the kiss, and his cock brushed against your core so hard that you knew you'd go crazy if you didn't feel him inside you.

You slid your fingers into his hair and tugged lightly, a strangled moan escaped Frankie's throat. How fucking sexy that was. His lips slid down to your neck as one of his hands kneaded your hip and waist. With each passing moment, you felt the arousal building up in your lower abdomen.

You managed to grab the edge of Frankie's shirt and somehow pull it off him. His sun-kissed body almost gleamed in the morning rays of the sun.

"Can I?" he asked when he wanted to do the same with yours.

You nodded. Slowly, with great sensitivity, he took off your shirt. Brown eyes moved with love and admiration from your face, through your breasts to your stomach. You felt a little embarrassed, but Frankie's look was something that worked on you like a warm and pleasant breeze. You felt love in that look, he wasn't lying.

"I want to taste you."

His voice was captivating. Whatever he said at that moment, you would have agreed to it without thinking. You nodded slightly. Long fingers grabbed the edge of your panties and slid them down your legs, his lips showering kisses on your ankles, calves, thighs.

His movements were slow, full of tenderness and closeness that you needed so much. Frankie took his time with you. He kissed your lower abdomen, and then settled between your legs, his wide shoulders opening you up to him even more.

"Just feel it, hermosa. Don't think about anything... Let me take care of you." 

And you let him. His first lick made you press your body even harder into the mattress. He tasted you, sliding his tongue over your folds, sucking on the bundle of nerves that made a quiet sigh leave your lungs. 

You didn't even hear him say, "Now I'll give you a little more. Can you come on my fingers, hermosa?" 

Two fingers slid between your velvet walls, stretching you pleasantly. Frankie pushed them in up to his knuckles and curved them to find the spot that made your head spin. 

His cock was painfully hard and leaking, but that wasn't important at that moment. His fingers moved inside you, and he sucked on your clit as if he had set himself the goal of proving to you how amazing your body was, how much he wanted you.

Frankie's muffled moans reached your ears, but you were already immersed in the pleasure that was spreading through your body. Skilled fingers hit a sensitive spot, and your legs trembled with the pleasure that was so close.

"Cum, baby. I know you want it. You need it, right?"

And he was right. You reached your hand to his curly hair, and you probably squeezed it a little too hard because Frankie groaned, but at the same moment you let out a loud moan from between your lips.

"Fuck! Jesus, Frankie..." you babbled, stunned by how hard you came on his fingers.

He kissed the inside of your thigh and soon he was on top of you. His hair was a total mess, and his lips and chin glistened with your juices. There was nothing sexier than him.

"Do you want to continue?"

You nodded quickly. Your hands grabbed him by the neck and you pulled him to you quickly to taste his lips, to have his tongue deep in your throat again.

This man was pulling things out of you that you had no idea existed. Just a moment ago you felt complexes about your body, and now you felt like the most desired woman in the world. It was crazy!!

"Shit!"

"What happened?" you asked when he suddenly pulled away from you.

For a moment you thought that your daughter had decided to wake up after all, then you would have to stop everything and hold out until her next nap. But that wasn't it.

"Condoms. We don't have any fucking condoms." Frankie hissed, resting his head on your chest.

You hadn't needed them for over a year, so they weren't on your shopping list, but now you felt their absence strongly. His hard cock lay between your body and his, and you were so high up that you made the only possible decision.

"You're going to pull out, Frankie." he immediately raised his head and looked at you with hope in his eyes "It's the only solution. What worse can happen? I mean..."

"I get it, I get it, baby girl." he nodded quickly "I can do it."

He kissed you feverishly, and you stroked his cock a few times.

"I'll give you a blowjob later, but right now I want to feel you inside me."

"Fuck, it's a deal."

He didn't even fully understand what you said to him. It could have been anything. All the blood flowed from his brain straight to his loins and Frankie had only one goal - to get to his wife's pussy.

When the tip slid inside you, he already knew he was gone. A throaty "Fuuuuck!" resounded somewhere by your ear, and he almost came at that moment. The further he slid into you, the more he realized how much he missed this feeling, how much he missed you and the closeness that was between you.

His fingers gripped your thighs tightly as you wrapped your arms around his waist, allowing him to enter you even deeper. And when he reached the end, you both froze for a moment.

It was wonderful to feel him inside you again after so long. The pleasant stretch and filling, the sweet weight of his body against yours, his warmth, the gentle kisses he placed on your shoulder. You wanted to hold on to this moment longer, but your body needed him to move. To give you again what made your heart explode.

"Frankie... Please..." you whispered, and he immediately understood what you needed.

He pulled out almost all the way, and then he pushed in with such force that the oxygen flew out of your lungs. And then again and again. You were gasping for breath, and your brain had stopped working properly a long time ago. 

Frankie moaned and kept repeating the same words - how wonderful it was to feel you again, how sexy you were, how he missed your body, how much he wanted to stay between your thighs forever. But as each of his thrusts brought you both closer to your peaks, after all this time you didn't need much, his words became dirtier.

"Ohh, that pussy really missed me, huh? You take me so good, baby girl, fuck, so deep... Do you hear that? Do you hear how wet you are? I bet you wish I could take you from behind, right? Hard and rough, huh? Fuck! I could put another baby in you right now. I've never seen anything sexier than you full of our baby, swollen from what I left inside you."

"Fuck!" you gasped, "I'm so close, baby... So close..."

"Yeah, I can feel it. You're squeezing me so good. Cum, baby girl! I've got you, I've... Fuck!"

Your thighs clenched tighter as you came loudly. Your spine arched and your nails dug into Frankie's flesh, but he didn't even groan in pain. Quite the opposite. His next thrusts were harder and a bit chaotic, but he soon pulled out of you to spill onto your lower abdomen, moaning almost as loudly as you did.

You both struggled to catch your breath. Frankie sat back on his heels, his dreamy eyes watching the mess you both made.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?" he breathed, squeezing your thigh. "This should be on the cover of every magazine." He raised his hands and made a gesture like he was taking a picture of you, and you laughed.

"You're incorrigible." you said, and a sly smile appeared on his face.

"But somehow I put a ring on your finger and made you a baby, right?"

You shook your head in disbelief. Frankie got off the bed, went to the bathroom and came back a moment later with a wet towel. He carefully cleaned you up, unable to resist a few kisses that he placed on your stomach.

"I love you." you murmured, snuggling into him as he laid down next to you again. "I don't know what I would do without you. You're the best medicine for everything."

"You're so sweet to me because you just came twice, huh? And you probably want to do it again?" he laughed, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. "You can't even imagine how much I love you. You give me everything I need."

"Same here."

You felt the warmth of his body, and heard his heartbeat. In that moment, you felt the happiest in the world. He made you like that. He helped you feel good again, and you wondered how you could ever think that you were not enough for him.

His fingers slowly stroked your bare shoulder and you both slowly began to doze off when a quiet squeaking from the other room reached your ears.

"I got it, baby." Frankie rasped, freeing himself from your arms and getting out of bed. He reached for his boxers and looked at you fondly. "How about I take So downstairs, and you take a long shower, huh? We'll make you a delicious breakfast."

"You spoil me."

"That's my role, hermosa." he laughed, kissing you hastily and heading for the door.

After a moment, you heard a sweet "Hey, So! How did you sleep? Did you grow again? We talked about this, young lady. You're not supposed to grow anymore!"

You felt better, much better. Maybe all your complexes hadn't disappeared as if by magic, but you knew you had a man by your side who made you feel beautiful and loved. 

And when you finally went downstairs and saw your daughter's bare, plump legs sticking out of the scarf she was wrapped in on her father's chest as he made you breakfast, you knew you were exactly where you wanted to be. 

With them.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[morvantmortuary]

this is the second really, really nice post you’ve written about me, and I meant to send this to you after the first one but my brain got eaten by the end of the semester, so please forgive that long lapse :’D I was just genuinely so overwhelmed I didn’t know what to say, so here’s this instead:

it’s not a lot, but I really appreciate you, bud. you’re a wonderful friend and your encouragement and support means so much, especially on the days where I feel stuck or lost or unsure. 🖤🖤🖤 I know you’ve got a lot on your mind/plate right now, but you’re lovely and wonderful just the way you are, and I know the necromancers would all back me up on that fact. 🥰👻 thank you for everything, again, I really can’t say it enough!!

You know you are following the right authors when even after reading their work before, you still cry and get in your feels

This is all your fault @morvantmortuary and I hope you take it as the compliment it is🖤

[morvantmortuary]

So, my hand slipped! Please enjoy some edits I made of Jude and Maxi.

Thank you so much for everything, babe! Your continued support means a whole lot and I appreciate everything. Thank you.

Also, happy pride from my crew to yours (as well as from me to you!)

(There also may be other collages coming in the future this month)

me with my phone when I opened this ask:

it tastes like hand sanitizer!! I am a fool!! anyway where was I ah yes

AAAAAAH JESS I LOVE THESE!!! 🖤🖤🖤

They’re so cute, omg!! I love the squares you picked for Maxi, and the parallels between the two sets (the glowing eyed figures, the woods and the cemetery, the devil and the gator) were so much fun for me to go back and forth and compare. And the quote! It’s perfect!!! 🥰 You nailed it 100%, and the boys look so cute together, I can’t stop smiling 😁😄✨

thank you so much for taking the time to make and share these, babe!! they were such a delightful surprise, and perfect for pride month 🫀🖤💀 Huge hugs from us to y’all, I’m so glad we get to have fun like this together!! ☺️ Happy Pride indeed!

[thecharacterchronicler]

Playing With Fire (Part 1) || Coriolanus Snow || Smut

Outline: Coriolanus is forced to work on an assignment with a classmate but, while alone in her bedroom, he finds something interesting in her drawers and requests a demo.

Word count: 4’700

Warnings: mostly unhinged, explicit and shameless smut.

Author’s note: this is prompt 20 from my list, it was meant to be written as a one shot but not only am I not capable of writing short stories when it comes to Coriolanus Snow, I also happen to be absolutely incapable of not making it a series so there is a part 2 to this! 🖤

(( Part 2 ))

It had to be her.

Their professor had decided to pair up his students himself for once, forcing Coriolanus to work with her instead of Clemensia, like he usually did. He was fairly certain that it was a provocation from his professor, a way of getting him to drop from his position as top of his class, or maybe just a twisted experiment meant to amuse him, who knew ? But one thing Coriolanus knew for sure was that he wasn’t amused at all to be walking through the city to go to her house after class, there wasn’t many people he didn’t get along with but she was a rare exception.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, if anything, he didn’t care much about her at all, they didn’t hang out with the same people, nor did they have anything in common to discuss so they basically were strangers to each other.

No, what actually made him despite the fact that he had been paired up with her was that she was one of those self righteous people who had strong opinions when it came to the morality of the Hunger Games. Maybe it was because she used to live in the districts before her wealthy parents moved back to the Capitol ?

For some reason, she couldn’t help but be very vocal about the way the Capitol treated the districts, as if they hadn’t attacked them first and caused such chaos! For Coriolanus, the things she sometimes said in class were close to being considered treason and he couldn’t understand how such a wealthy and powerful heiress could ruin her reputation for a question of dubious morales…

Coriolanus stopped in front of the imposing gates of a luxurious manor, in the nicest part of the city. The garden surrounding the modern building was lush and green, contrasting with the gray of the city in the horizon and the burnt grass of less cared for gardens in the neighborhood. He shook his head, still finding it quite unfair that she had been blessed with such wealth and luxury when he had spent so many years having barely anything to eat on his plate.

He rang at the gate and announced himself through a microphone. For a moment, he wasn’t even sure he’d be allowed in, the security around the manor seemingly high and strict. But the gates finally opened for him and he walked towards the main doors, ready to press another button to announce his arrival but they opened before he was able to, revealing a middle aged woman, in designer clothes, excitedly smiling at him.

“Coriolanus Snow, is it ?” She purred, eyeing the university student from head to toe, punctuating her analysis with a discreet nod of approval. “I was told you’re here to see my daughter ? What does the son of the legendary Crassus Snow wants from her ?”

“I’m here to work on a project with her. For class.” He clarified, with a charming smile that seemed to make her melt.

If at first he thought she was interrogating him on his intentions because she was worried, he now realized that the disappointment on her face could only mean that she was hoping for another answer. Perhaps she believed that he was here to court her daughter ? …What a ridiculous idea.

“Oh, of course, my sweet girl is such a dedicated student.” She replied, nodding at herself. “She’s brilliant isn’t she ? So outspoken and smart. I’m often told that she’ll make a wonderful wife when the times comes…”

She looked at him, waiting for some kind of response but he wasn’t sure of what to say.

“You’re late.” The familiar voice of his classmate stated, coming from the imposing double staircase in the hallway behind the silhouette of her mother, still blocking Coriolanus at the door.

He would have almost felt relieved to hear her if he didn’t hate everything about her.

“My apologies, our driver was sick and needed to go home so I walked.” He lied, making the mother gasp in horror while the daughter simply rolled her eyes.

“My goodness, you walked ?! In such scorching heat ?” She exclaimed, looking as if she was about to pass out from shock. “Oh please, don’t hesitate to let me know when you are done with your project so our driver can take you home, perhaps you could even dine with us tonight ? I’m sure my husband would love to meet you, our daughter needs…”

“Needs to work on her project, mother.” She interrupted, visibly annoyed.

“I’d hate to make her wait any longer.” Coriolanus told the lady, as an excuse to finally enter the house and join his classmate inside, although he surely couldn’t care less about her and the disapproving glance she was throwing at him.

“Of course, of course…” The mother moved out of the way and he slipped inside, hurriedly climbing the stairs as if he was running away from the talktative lady of the house, straight to the brooding heiress.

“I told you to be here at 5 because she would still have been shopping in town and wouldn’t even have known that you had been here.” She whispered, once he was just a few steps away from her.

“I’m sorry but what else was I supposed to do ? Don’t tell me the advocate of less fortunate citizens that you are would have wanted me to force our sick driver to still do his job and get me here on time…”

She looked at him and he couldn’t help but smile. He had her there, stunning her enough with his remark to leave her speechless.

Silently, she led him upstairs and walked down a long corridor to a door at the very end of it. She pushed it open, revealing a bedroom bigger than the apartment Coriolanus and his family used to live in. There was a bed larger and with more pillows and sheets than she could possibly need, a desk and modern bookshelves lining the walls, and a large window displaying the nicest view of the Capitol he had ever seen, even the president probably didn’t get to see such a magnificent scenery from his bedroom.

“What are you gaping at ?” She asked him, her tone still annoyingly upset. “Do I have to remind you - again - that we have an assignment to work on ?”

Coriolanus resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her and instead, decided to smile in a way he knew usually won everyone over to his cause. But she, as always, didn’t seem very receptive to it. She didn’t even bother to politely smirk back at him, sitting down at her desk and taking out her studying material with a loud, obnoxious, sigh.

He sat next to her and fix his gaze to the white paper in front of her, on which she only had written the title of their project for now. It was no surprise that the assignment they had been given revolved around the Hunger Games. Coriolanus knew that Dr Gaul and her team liked to get the opinions of university and academy students alike from time to times, in hopes of finding new ideas to improve the games. All they had to do was write down a few suggestions, detail why they believed it could work and then it would be done, they’d never have to speak to each other ever again… Except that their point of view on the Hunger Games were completely opposed to each other, and that was the very reason why Coriolanus believed their professor wanted to mess with him by pairing him up with her.

“I think the tributes shouldn’t be on display for all to see at the zoo, they are not animals.” She started. And once again, he had to resist his urge to roll his eyes at her.

“Having them there is a good way to get people to be interested in them.” He countered, wondering if all her ideas would be as counterproductive as this one.

“Maybe but they deserve some dignity… The Capitol could have them stay in comfortable bedrooms, give them some privacy and not mix them all together to avoid accidents…” She continued, and maybe she had a point when it came to that last argument. “Imagine being treated like an animal when you are already tired, starving and afraid! People were talking about you being a great mentor a few years ago, they said you brought them food so you know that it’s not right...”

“Feeding them would give them enough strength to fight and in turns, it might give us a better show.” He thought, out loud.

“That’s not what I’m suggesting.” She protested, clearly upset that the only thing he seemed to care about was making the games even worst.

“No, indeed, you are suggesting we treat rebels who have no shame and no hesitation when attacking us and killing our people, with more honor than what they deserve.”

“Because they still are human beings! And the tributes are just children, they didn’t do anything wrong…”

“The districts attacked the Capitol!” He exclaimed, unable to understand why she defended people who perpetuated such cruel acts.

“But children have no say in politics, they are innocents! If we put some notorious criminals in there instead, then maybe it’ll be more fair, especially if the idea is to punish the rebels for their crimes.”

“Children are sent into the arena to represent all the innocent lives we lost during the war, changing that wouldn’t make sense…”

“But it’s barbaric !” She protested, clearly disgusted by his point of view.

“It’s fair!” He riposted, determined to not let her point of view on the matter affect the quality of their assignment.

She opened her mouth, ready to counter with something but the voice of her mother, calling her name from behind the door interrupted her. She was fuming, her brows furrowed in disapproval and her knuckles white with frustration as she got up and excused herself to go open her bedroom door for her intrusive mother.

“Did you think about offering your friend some tea and scones ? Or maybe a saltier snack ? It’s not every day that you get such an opportunity to make a good impression on a man of his rank, did you remember to mention that your father is studying some marriage arrangements for you?” The mother said, whispering but he still heard every word of it. She glanced over her shoulder with embarrassment, fully aware that her mother wasn’t exactly being discreet so she stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her, hoping to make their conversation more private.

Coriolanus chuckled and moved the piece of paper in front of him, pondering which of his ideas he should present first. Surely, he couldn’t let her write her own, it would cost him his position as top of the class and might even flag him as a potential traitor if he showed this much mercy to the districts and their tributes.

He shook his head as he thought about the things she said, wondering how she could possibly think that she could get away with such ideas on their assignment. Even if the Hunger Games were revolting and barbaric in her eyes, it would have been smarter on her part to simply comply to what the university expected of her… But Coriolanus guessed she had nothing to worry about with a family as wealthy and powerful as hers, she could go on and protest against the Games, defend criminals and rebels and get away with it with a single word from her all mighty father… In many ways she reminded him of a certain boy he used to know, back during his Academy days. The kind to do foolish things and end up hanging from a tree in a public place.

Lost in his thoughts, unwanted memories filling his head, his pencil ripped on the page, a sharp line ruining the neat start of his presentation. He sighed and looked around, in search of an eraser to try and fix his unaesthetic mistake. He foraged through the compartiments of the desk, finding an exaggerated amount of study supplies and notebooks in each one but not a single item he could use to fix the page.

He sighed again as he moved to open the last drawer, forcing it a bit as it seemed blocked by a plastic box. Intrigued, he pulled it out and opened it, peeking inside despite knowing full well that he surely wouldn’t find what he was looking for in there. But his curiosity simply got the best of him, after all, he wanted - no, needed - to know what kind of dirty secret a woman like her may hide. Because if there was something he had learned in the past few years, it was that he was better off knowing everybody’s secrets in case he found himself in need of leverage.

He wasn’t disappointed when he saw what was inside the box, his eyes growing wide and his mouth hanging open as he took a closer look at the toy hidden in the box. It was shaped like a penis, making its purpose pretty clear. He felt his whole body tingle at the sight of such an unexpected discovery, his mind going blank when he realized that the toy was roughly the same size as his own cock. Even the veins on the shaft and the soft pink head resembled his, a realization that caused his imagination to run wild with images of her using this toy to pleasure herself. Did she like the feel of the veins rubbing against her walls ? Did her pussy have to stretch to accommodate for such a big toy or was she so used to it that it fitted her like a glove by now ? And if it did, did it mean that his own cock would fit effortlessly inside her too ? There was no way she could know what his cock was like, yet with an ego like his, he couldn’t help but wonder if she had chosen this toy in particular because it was almost a perfect replica of him, a device to train herself to take his whole size in, perfectly.

Her footsteps and the door opening pulled him out of his contemplation. He shoved the toy back in its box and threw the plastic container across the room. It landed on the bed, next to a pillow that slightly concealed it.

She walked through her bedroom and sat back down at the desk without noticing the blush on her classmate’s cheeks or the bulge in his pants.

“My mother insists that you stay to have dinner with us, she wants you to meet my father. I said you had other plans but she won’t listen.” She sighed, grabbing a pen from one of the drawers he had explored. “But before thinking about dinner, maybe we should at least get started on this assignment.”

He watched her, his perception of her completely altered by what he had discovered hidden in her desk. Now all he could think about was her, using her replica of his cock to pleasure herself multiple times a day.

“Well, I thought about your idea of sending criminals into the arena, I don’t think it will be good enough for our professors but if it’s important to you, we can write it down…” He offered, deciding that being in her good graces might help his cause.

She raised an eyebrow, sucpiciously glaring back at him.

“And what exactly would this great act of generosity on your part cost me ?” She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that made her cleavage even more voluminous.

“What makes you think I’ll ask for something in exchange ?” Coriolanus asked her, really struggling to look at her beautiful eyes and not lower below her neck.

“My father’s a businessman, I know nothing is ever free.” She stated and he couldn’t help but grin at her answer, it was the first smart thing he had ever heard her say and it happened to align perfectly with the way he viewed the world too.

Instead of answering, he leaned down, his hand brushing over the last drawer of her desk, causing the young woman to jump off her seat in panic.

“Don’t!” She warned, ready to throw herself between him and the content of her secret box to keep him from seeing what was inside… Buf from the amused smirk that instantly appeared on his face, she understood that somehow, he already knew. “Did you go through my stuff ?!”

“I was looking for an eraser.” He justified, which was the truth after all.

“Then you should have asked, not rummaged around in my bedroom !” She fumed. She opened the drawer in question herself, instantly blanching as she found it empty.

“So here’s the deal, I’ll write down your idea on our paper but in exchange, I want to see how you use your big toy to make yourself feel good.”

She stayed silent for a moment, looking at him with a mix of mortification and anger.

“You can’t be serious.” She finally said, hesitating between a scoff or a slap across his face.

“Oh I’m very serious when it comes to making deals.” He assured her, leaning back on his chair in a victorious stance.

“Alright… What do you want to know ?” She asked, still slightly hesitant.

“I don’t want you to tell me about it, I want a demo.”

“You…” She started, but the embarrassment that she felt stopped her from finishing her sentence, her cheeks turning crimson when she finally spotted her precious box on her bedsheet. “You’ll put my idea on our assignment and defend it in front of our professors ? In front of Dr Gaul if it’s considered worth being transferred to her ?”

“I will.” He promised, doing his best to not scoff at how naive she was. There was no way Dr Gaul would ever be interested in her ridiculous ideas to care for the tributes, all the head game maker wanted was more blood and gore to serve as an example for years to come.

She nodded and took a deep breath, standing straighter and holding her head high like a true lady of the high society of Panem as she walked to her bed. She sat on the edge, gulping down her anxiety as she reached for the plastic box and retrieved her very realistic looking toy.

Coriolanus sat straighter on his chair in anticipation of the show that he was about to witness, all the blood in his veins suddenly changing course and rushing to his cock instead, making it even harder and bigger as it strained against the fabric of his white pants.

It took her another couple of minutes to start moving again, very visibly at war with herself about it all. When she finally moved to tug her pants off and closed her eyes as she brought the toy to her lips, Coriolanus already felt on the edge of bursting into his pants.

He shuddered as he watched her suck on the pink tip with hunger, giving him a clear picture of what it would look like if he ever had the opportunity to fuck her pretty mouth. Drops of saliva escaped from her lips, rolling down the veiny length she tightly held in her fist. He was watching so attentively, he could almost feel everything on his own cock, begging to replace the toy already. But he behaved, not interrupting her until she stopped licking the toy, satisfied with the amount of saliva she had coated it in.

He saw her fingers caressing their way down her stomach with still a bit of uncertainty. Then, she tugged her panties aside, revealing her perfect pussy to him. Once again, his mind went blank with shock as he observed the shiny sheen that coated her skin, a clear sign that, despite exceptionally having a spectator this time, she still was pretty aroused at the thought of fucking herself with her big toy.

She pushed the tip of the fake cock between her folds, moving it up and down a few times to spread her arousal and the saliva still coating the silicone further. It seemed pleasurable already, making her close her eyes again and lean back down on her bed, her legs folded against her stomach, giving her attentive onlooker the best view possible of her wet pussy.

Finally, she pushed the soft tip inside her, gasping as her hole stretched to welcome it in. Coriolanus shuddered again, the urge to touch himself in front of such a delightful show becoming almost unbearable. He dug his nails into the armrests of his chair, focusing his pale gaze on the length of the toy slowly disappearing as it entered her and stretched her out wider and wider.

Her breathing was loud and sharp, her belly rising and falling almost in synch with the movements of her hand, pulling the toy in and out of her, agonizingly slowly at first. Did she like to be teased ? Or was she simply the kind of girl that needed to take it slow ? Coriolanus couldn’t quite decide but the one thing he knew without the shadow of a doubt was that, if it had been him and not some kind of silicone replica that she had full control over, he wouldn’t have been as patient and gentle with her.

Eventually, her toes curled and she sounded like she was struggling to be silent, biting down on her lower lip as she arched her back and came with a desperate whimper.

Even if it had been a bit too slow and soft for his taste, it still had been a lovely demonstration. She knew her body so well that it didn’t take long for her to climax, but he was still curious to see more. So much more.

She sat back straight on her bed, after pulling the toy out of her. A shiny layer of her arousal still covered the pink synthetic material. Her face was flushed and she didn’t dare to look at Coriolanus right away, awkwardly pulling her panties back in place instead.

“I’m not sure if you fully held your end of the deal.” He stated and she glanced at him, still lightly panting.

“What else did you expect me to do ?” She asked, her tone frustrated and breathless.

“Well, I’m sure you know better ways to put that suction cup in good use.” He remarked, pointing at the round end of the toy. She looked at it, as if she needed to make sure it was indeed a thing and blushed, her face turning a few shades darker, making his imagination run wild with possibilities, surely if that was her reaction, she must have been doing some even filthier things with the help of that suction cup to hold her toy in place. “Show me.”

His voice was low and commanding which didn’t leave her any opportunity to protest. Or maybe it was just because she actually enjoyed being the center of his attention, showing him her body and the delicious things it could do in a controlled way.

She stood up, bringing her hand to her mouth and spitting in her palm. She used her saliva to prepare the suction cup to stick, but Coriolanus’s body was reacting in a whole different way to such a suggestive gesture.

He had expected her to stick her toy up in the shower, or maybe on the shiny surface of her desk, but never had he imagined she would glue it to the large window behind which the sun was setting on the Capitol.

He admired the curves of her body, her ass still cupped by her wet panties and his need for relief became almost painful. His cock was begging to cum inside her warm pussy and yet, she preferred to be fucked by a plastic toy mimicking his size.

This time, she pushed her panties down to her knees and turned her back to the window. She took a few careful steps backwards and impaled herself on her toy, her gasp of pleasure loudly resounding through her bedroom, making his cock twitch with despair still constricted inside his pants.

She seemed to enjoy herself even more this way, getting fucked from behind with her legs closed and the whole city to witness how her dripping cunt swallowed the replica, over and over again as she rocked her hips back and forth.

“Are you not concerned someone might see you ?” Coriolanus couldn’t help but ask, wondering if - if he managed to sneak into her street at night - he might be able to watch her from the sidewalk across the street as she used her window as a prop for pleasuring herself.

“Not really, the possibility of being watched by strangers always sounded pretty exciting to me.” She admitted, so caught up in the intensity of the pleasure she was giving herself that she didn’t care about being embarassed anymore, shamelessly pleasuring herself as she even held his gaze with defiance.

She squeezed her round boobs with each of her hands, leaning slightly forward as her legs started trembling from her efforts. She was so close to him, it would have been easy for him to pull his erection out and force her to take it into her mouth as she’d keep rocking herself against her toy. They both would have enjoyed it immensely, but Coriolanus Snow was a gentleman and, as his request had only been about watching and not touching, he made sure to respect it, even if it pretty much equaled torture.

A few desperate cries escaped her lips as they still kept their gaze glued to each other and the sticky sounds of the toy thrusting inside her soaked pussy filling the room were enough to make his cock unload itself inside his pants, the warmth spreading over the fabric as it kept coming out like an erupting volcano, making him feel pretty miserable about it all. She hadn’t even touched him after all.

It didn’t take long for her to follow him into a blissful climax, her breathing becoming so erratic that it almost sounded like she was suffocating until she fully pushed herself back, fully leaning her body against the window, the toy completely buried inside her as she whimpered even louder, shaking with pleasure and relief.

“Coriolanus.” She breathed, as she shook with violent spasms of pleasure and another load of wasted cum pooled in his pants at the sound of his name on her lips. Was she thinking about him ? Imagining that it was him who was fucking her from behind ? Or was she just attempting to speak to him and tell him that the demo was over now ? Whatever it may be, he was pretty sure that he’d never forget such a lovely sound, a melody to his ears.

“Can we… Get back to… Our assignment now ?” She asked, breathlessly as she once again pulled the toy out of her and put her panties back on.

“Of course.” He nodded, glad that she didn’t notice the wet spot on his pants. He didn’t want to seem pathetic for coming undone without any help.

She put her pants back on and abandoned her wet toy on top of her bed and, despite the relief he got, it took Coriolanus all his willpower to not attempt to fuck his classmate on top of her desk for good measure. But, charming as always, he behaved, even letting her believe that the show she had given him didn’t have much of an effect on him and only served to satisfy his curiosity… Little did she know that, as soon as he got back home that evening and after he rewrote their entire paper, he spent hours pumping his cock and milking every last drop of cum out of his body while thinking about her perfect curves and the delightful sounds she made when she was getting fucked by what could have been his own cock.

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