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Like pls im begging for fics pls

Okay but who is gonna write rapunzel reader and Flynn ellie. Cause tell me why Ellie and Flynn are the same person😭😭😭

I NEED TO READ LESBIAN S3X.

evertime i pull up wlw tags on ao3 for iwtv its bring up oc's and gender bend.

LET ME READ CLAUDIA AND MADELINE FUCKING.

(does anyone have recs)

Thinking about how nervous Mitsuri Kanroji is to sit on your face for the first time. How her green eyes coyly look down at you as her glistening cunt hovers over your face. How she tries to hide behind her balled up hands as if she got caught doing something she isn't supposed to be doing. How pink her cheeks get when you reach up to stroke them and how she preens under the touch.

♡ cw/tw: afab reader, praise praise praise like so much praise, face sitting, soft pleasure dom! reader, sub! mitsuri, lowkey crybaby mitsuri, aftercare

“S’matter, baby?" you gently ask. “Are you not comfortable? I can stop if you’d like.”

“No!” she insists and blushes when she realizes how panicked she sounds. “‘m comfortable! Just never done this before. I don't wanna hurt you...”

You chuckle, and when your eyes meet hers and she sees the easy smile on your lips, she feels herself relax the slightest bit. “Silly girl, you aren't going to hurt me.”

Still, she hesitantly bites her lip, and you nearly lose your mind right there. “What if you suffocate?”

“Then it'll be the sweetest death known to mankind.”

“But—”

Unable to restrain yourself, you gently stroke at her soaking slit, and she lets out a small moan, hips slightly bucking and trembling hands reaching down towards your head. Her thighs tighten around your head, and you circle your finger around her clit. She moans again, louder this time, leg muscles starting to quiver with exertion as she tries to keep herself hovering over your face. It’s obvious she wants to do it, if the flush of her skin and the shine of her wet pussy is any indicator, but that same hesitant expression rests on her face.

Mitsuri has always been on the shy side, after all, has always needed some extra praise and benevolent persuasion to come out of her comfort zone and try something new. Such a delicate little thing underneath all of the jovial attitude and undeniable strength. Emerald eyes plead with yours, as if begging you to keep coaxing her, just warm her up a little more before taking control. And who are you to deny her that?

“C’mon, sweet girl,” you cajole, fingers massaging at her thighs. “Relax. Sit on my face, please? Just want to taste you and make you feel good. Is that okay? Can I make you feel good, honey?”

She bites her lip hesitantly, but you can tell she’s slowly starting to loosen up by the way her hips begin to lower. “You’ll let me know if I’m hurting you, right?”

“Promise, baby. Now c’mon, let me make you feel good.”

With the help of your palms pressed against the sides of her thighs, Mitsuri slowly lowers herself until your nose is bumping against her puffy clit and you can smell the juices flowing out of her. An animalistic part of you wants to litter her thighs in bites, devour her until she's pleading for you to stop, lock your arms around her waist and hold her in place as you assault her body with your tongue, just eat, eat, eat, until she's dripping down your chin and her muscles are weary. All-consuming love that erodes any clear thought and leaves the bones of sanity behind.

Mitsuri Kanroji is nothing short of a God-given meal gifted to a starved animal, and you want to savor every taste of her despite your stomach begging you to fill it as quickly as possible.

She mewls when you brush your nose down her fluttering pussy. With one hand reaching up to massage her breasts (she’s always had such sensitive nipples. Then again, everything about her is sensitive), you make sure you never break eye contact as you place tender kisses across her inner thighs. She’s such a goddess above you—all emeralds being swallowed by black holes and soft sighs swollen with content—that you nearly feel ashamed of thinking of her as God-given. There’s no way even the most powerful god could create something as precious as her. She’s ethereal in her own right and deserves only the best praise.

“Is that okay, sugar?” you whisper against her warm skin.

She shivers at the feeling of cool breath dancing across hot thighs. “Mhm. Please d-don’t stop.”

“Talk to me, baby.” It might be considered blasphemous to beg a goddess to do anything, but you can’t bring yourself to care when she has such a pretty pussy. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Mitsuri gasps when you lightly swipe at her clit with your tongue, and her grassy eyes dart down to meet yours. Shoulders heaving and hands trembling, she lovingly brushes some hair away from your face. “S-S-So good, lovey. Wan’ more.”

You hum against her cunt, eliciting a sharp inhale and roll of her eyes. “More? My greedy girl, you want me to finally eat you out, hm? No more teasing?”

“Yes!” she pleads and then does something neither of you ever expected: she tangles her fingers in your hair and pushes your face so her clit is bumping right against your lips. “Please! Please eat me out, sweetheart. Can’t take it any more! Want you to make me feel good.”

“Whatever my goddess wants,” you muse, and spare one last look up at her, “she gets.”

You run your tongue through her puffy folds, toying with her just a little bit more before finally sucking her clit into your mouth. The moan Mitsuri lets out is high and whiny enough to elicit one of your own, fingers diving right into her dripping pussy and expertly curling. She’s an utter mess on top of you and you’re loving every second of it. Knowing how you can make her into such a needy little thing with just your tongue and fingers, hearing her moan out your name over and over like it’s her favorite mantra, feeling her trembling hands pull and tug on your hair to guide you where she wants you the most—it’s the most wickedly powerful feeling that leaves you more and more in love with her.

Mitsuri’s mind is completely blank as she feels herself teetering closer and closer towards the edge of bliss. You’ve always been skilled at making her come undone, at unraveling her until she’s just a puddle of obedience and trust. Though she’s the love hashira known for her incredible muscles, she thinks you might have some trace of inhumanity running through your veins. There has to be. There’s no way someone can break her down to a moaning mess so easily, but she supposes anything is possible in a world of demons and demon slayers. Her hips buck against your mouth to their own accord, and she blushes at the lewd action.

“‘m sorry,” she cries. “‘m sorry! Oh fuck, ’m sorry!” And yet, despite the apologies pouring out from her, she can’t stop grinding down against your mouth, from bouncing her pussy in tandem with your tongue and fingers, from yanking on your hair as if you’re her favorite puppet, from stopping her other hand playing and tweaking her nipple. She’s just as eager to be eaten as you are to eat, and that might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced. “You’re so good, lovey. Oh shit, right there! Oh my god, right there! So good, so good, so good!”

With your mouth full of her clit and juices, verbally replying is nearly impossible. And so, you decide to keep hitting the spot your finger found and add another one for good measure, your tongue still massaging her in the way that has her thighs trembling around your head. Though you’re throbbing and aching with your own need, knowing how close Mitsuri is feeds you so well you almost don’t even think about it. How can you? The most beautiful goddess to ever exist is using your face as a throne to pleasure herself with. The rhythm of her hips begins to become more and more erratic, and you can feel her walls begin to flutter around your fingers, breathless moans tumbling out of her chest and painting your body in the prettiest shade of pink.

“Oh god, lovey,” Mitsuri cries out. “You’re so good to me! Please, don’t stop! O-O-Oh…”

Every little noise she makes sinks into your ears and burns into your brain. Blindly, you reach up to twist and pinch at her nipples, and she practically throws herself into your hand. She’s even kind enough to guide you to all of the right areas. The rise and fall of her chest is spastic at best, a thin blanket of sweat sits across her warm skin, and her harden nubs roll perfectly between your digits. Mitsuri’s moans grow more and more desperate until she’s basically sobbing your name. God, it’s as if she was made for you to please!

Unshed tears cause Mitsuri’s vision to swim, and though the sight is a little blurry, seeing her cunt grinding against your face and you happily taking it all is enough to make her throw her head back and cry out your name one last time. “I’m gonna cum! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby, please.”

With a fresh sense of determination, you release your hold on her nipple and elect to push her lower back so she’s forced to arch her cunt even more into your mouth. Evidently, that’s the final literal and figurative push she needed because her thighs are twitching uncontrollably and she’s babbling nonsensically as her pussy clenches down on your fingers as if to keep them there for all of eternity.

“Ah, fuck! Shit! O-O-O-Oh feels so good, lovey,” Mitsuri hiccups as her body trembles above you. “You’re so good. ‘m so lucky to have you.”

Once she’s relaxed above you, you place a soft kiss on the space next to her sensitive cunt and gently pull your fingers out of her. She whines at the loss of contact but is quick to dip down and slot her lips against yours, eager to taste herself on your tongue. Without breaking the kiss, you slowly sit both of your bodies up so her legs are wrapped around your waist and she’s perched in your lap.

“Here,” you whisper against her lips and bring your fingers up to brush against them. “Be a good girl and lick ‘em clean for me, sweetheart.”

And she does, obediently so, never breaking eye contact as her tongue runs up and down your digits and the taste of her own juices explodes in her mouth. You groan at the sight and mutter, “Good girl” before pulling her back into another embrace. After a few more swift kisses, Mitsuri rests her forehead against your shoulder and contently sighs.

“Have fun, princess?” you muse, fingers working to undo her braids. Seeing her with her hair down after a good fuck is always a sight for sore eyes.

She hums against your collarbone. “Mhm. I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not in the slightest.” You plant a tender kiss on the side of her head and tug at the ends of her hair. “C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you in the bath.”

She huffs out a protest. “‘m comfy right here.”

You smile at her childish petulance and run your fingers down her bare spine, earning a shiver and another huff from your partner. “I’ll wash your hair the way you like.”

“With the strawberry shampoo?”

“Of course, baby.”

After a little more huffing and fussy protesting, Mitsuri finally agrees to take a bath with you under the extra condition of using the strawberry bubbles to match the strawberry shampoo and conditioner. Really, though, she just needed a little wind down after the high you gave her. But if she’s able to tease you a little along the way, she’ll greedily take the opportunity. You’ve always looked so cute with a furrow to your brow.

Once you two are settled in the warm water and bubbles, you beckon for her to lay her back against your chest and she happily obliges. Your fingers expertly work through the tangles and trials of her long hair, and she finds herself sinking more and more against you until her skin is nearly melted into yours. Some days, she wishes it would. At least then she’d know the two of you are safe. But you knew the risk of being with someone who fights to keep the country safe and reassured her she’s worth it and more. Neither of you fell in love with each other because falling implied surprise and there was nothing surprising about how perfectly your bodies fit together. No, you walked into love together, eyes wide open and palms pressed together.

Praises fall from your mouth and coat her body like her favorite blanket.

“I’m so proud of you for trying something new, princess, and I’m happy you ended up liking it.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding.

“You did so good for me, you know that?”

A soft groan escapes through her lips when you begin to massage her scalp.

“My pretty girl. Just let me take care of you, okay? You deserve it.”

And right when she thinks she’s completely relaxed and unwound, a sharp thought pierces her brain.

“Lovey,” she says suddenly, spine straightening and nearly causing you to harshly pull on her hair as you worked to rinse the shampoo out. Panicked emeralds scan your face as she turns to face you. “I didn’t return the favor.”

Relief floods your chest, and you chuckle and scratch at her scalp. “You silly girl! You scared me.”

“I’m serious,” she stubbornly huffs. “You made me feel so good and I didn’t return the favor. It’s rude…”

The grin on your lips softens down to a tinder smile, and you resume your ministrations with her hair. “You don’t have to, baby. Me wanting to make you feel good doesn’t automatically mean you have to reciprocate.”

And then, those same jeweled eyes are pleading with yours, and she’s leaning further into your touch. “But I want to. I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Tell you what,” you start and she perks out, “let’s finish up this bath, get some food in you, and if you still feel the same, you can return the favor. Deal?”

“Deal!”

“Good. Now quit squirming around so I can get this shampoo out of your hair.”

Lord helps the person that ever has the strength to tell your partner no, because you sure as hell don’t. It’s hard to deny her of anything she wants when her eyes light up so much and her mouth spreads into a heartbreakingly adorable smile. She turns around and sinks back into your arms—her home, as she likes to think of them as.

“‘’m so lucky to have you,” she sighs.

“You said that earlier, silly.”

“And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

Reblogs/comments are always appreciated! ♡

Day 24: "Proposal", featuring Aerith and Sadie! 🌸 (FF7 Canon/OC).

A couple of readers asked me if I was going to upload "The Why of Things" to AO3. But the truth is that I decided to go full Korrasami and rewrite it with another lead couple in mind! 😎🧡 Funny how 190K words made Sadie like Aerith more than Zack, lmao! 😂 Forcing the Zack/OC ship wasn't really working and I got many positive comments about the obvious Aerith/OC, which made me see I wasn't alone in seeing their potential! The new version will be called "Endless Sky" so thanks for supporting the ship switch! 💖

Bliss

Pairing: Grell Sutcliff x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Summary: Grell's love language are gifts. And since you two haven't spent much time together, she takes you on a shopping date.

A/N: This is set in the era when the anime takes place, so the reader is feminine. I also used she/her pronouns when referring to Grell.

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Who would've thought that being a reaper would require so much paperwork? The last place one would expect bureaucracy was the afterlife. It almost made her regret how she chose to end her previous life. Almost.

Of course she couldn't bring herself to hate it completely. After all, it wasn't that bad. Just boring. Although that is an enormous understatement in her opinion. She just thinks she could be doing something much more interesting with her time than spending hours filling out papers being scolded by her higher-ups (ehm ehm William ehm ehm) afterwards, only to have to fill them out again.

The second reason was you. At the end of the day, when a very physically and mentally tired William told her to get out of his sight with a heavy sigh and she could finally come back to you in the middle of the night, when you were fast asleep and she could see the open book laying on your slowly rising and falling chest and the still lit candle as you tried once again to stay awake so that you could welcome your girlfriend home, it was all worth it. If she hadn't became a reaper, she would have never met you and at this point, such a life was unimaginable for Grell.

Unfortunately for both of you, you couldn't enjoy your nights together very well, because Grell was needed at work earlier than you had the will to wake up.

The first thing your conscious mind registered was the chirping of birds. Next was the sunlight on your eyelids, like an angry mob banging on a witch's door. You felt like you could lay there for the whole day, just listening to those beautiful sounds and feeling the light on your eyelids shift as the day passed.

You felt the space next to you with your hand, the action automatical and always with the same result. As your hand was met only with cold, ruffled sheets, you opened your eyes.

Sighing with disappointment that your momentary bliss was over, you made your way to your wardrobe to get ready for the day ahead of you.

As you sat in front of the mirror, touching up your face just a bit with makeup, you couldn't help but smile as your sight landed on your girlfriend's part of the cosmetic table. It would never be true bliss without her here, you though as the tip of your pointer finger lightly traced Grell's bright red lipstick.

A series of sharp knocks rippled through the air, interrupting the constant chattering of people and tweeting of birds flowing into the room through the open window. A melodic voice you knew all too well called out to you like a siren "Oh daaaaaaaarling!"

You got up from your chair with such force that you nearly knocked it over. But even if you did, you wouldn't have payed it any mind, for your thoughts were focused only on the person standing in the open door to your shared home. You rushed through the rooms, your heart hammering like a humming bird in your chest, your mind barely able to comprehend that this wasn' a dream. But when you caught a glimpse of your girlfriend's bright red hair and her mischievous green eyes, you couldn't help but grin in glee.

Speeding trhough the hallway to close the distance between you two, you threw yourself at her, nearly toppling Grell over with the force of your attack. Her arms immediately snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to her. Pressing a kiss to your temple, she chuckled in your ear "My my, what a greeting. Wouldn't expect anything less from my love." and laughed some more when she heard a muffled "I missed you." coming from where you burried your face in her clothes. With another peck to your head, Grell let go of you, looking you up and down "I see you're already dressed. Marvelous! Well then, we've got places to be, chop chop!" She clapped her hands and turned you around and lead you where your shoes were.

You couldn't help but stare with a shocked expression on your face "Places to be? Waitwaitwait, slow down honey, tell me what's going on!" you tried to reason with her as you tied your shoelaces.

As soon as you straightened up again, Grell was immediately ushering you out the door with a sweet smile on her face. "It's simple darling, William gave me a few days off and since we haven't spent much time together, I decidedvto take you on a date. There's a lot of places I'd like to take you to and the day is oh so short." the redhead explained, purposefully leaving out the details, such as the way dear William let her take a few days off. You didn't need to know the details after all, it was all boring, some shouting and pleading here, some threats and annoying the superior reaper there. Bureaucracy. Boring and unimportant.

What mattered was the present. Arms linked, you two walked along the streets of London, chatting and giggling. Grell was very fond of showing affection wherever she went, to the point where it was almost inapropriate. But nobody really cared, since most people still saw your girlfriend as a man, despite her untraditional looks. It saddened you a little, that others did not see her for who she really was, but you supposed it was for the better.

Grell insisted that this date was albout about you. After leaving you alone for so long, even if not by her choice, she needs to spoil you. You told her you’re not mad at her, on the contrary actually, just to be sure she knows that and doesn’t feel like she has to do this for you. Your loving girlfriend only rewarded you with a beaming smile and assured you that it’s nothing like that and that you don’t need to worry, before resuming in showering you in compliments and praises, as well as gifts.

Yes, Grell really had the day planned out to a T. First, she took you to a dressmaker, the lovely lady seemingly expecting you already, greeting Grell like an old friend. She explained to you that she was a regular here and that you don’t need to worry about anything, because this lovely lady is one of the best seamstresses in the area. And she wasn’t lying. The seamstress discussed every detail of the dress with you, the fabric, shape and adornments. And while she took your measurements, Grell kept gushing and almost purring about how ravishing you’ll look in your new dress, how you chose a perfect colour that brings out your eyes and will surely make your skin glow and that she won’t be able to keep her hands off you, making you blush a nice red colour which she immediately complimented as well and in turn making the seamstress gush about what a cute couple you are.

Then you two stopped at a bakery to pick up some bread, which she let you pay for after some begging, and after that went to a nice, quiet park with a small pond where you two fed and watched different kinds of ducks and a pair of swans. Both of your hearts melted at the sight of small ducklings following their mothers in a line like toddlers in kindergarten on a walk. You pointed out to each other when a duck did something funny or cute, which happened very often.

Seeing those adorable birds eat made your stomach grumble. Grell looked over at your embarassed face and giggled “You should’ve said you were hungry my dear! I could go for some food myself.” she said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her chin. And before you could say red, she was already tugging you in the direction of a restaurant that she wanted to check out for quite some time now, but was waiting for the right moment, so she could bring you along as well. The food there was nothing short of delicious.

Lastly she asked you directly if you’d like to go somewhere. You thought for a while, trying to come up with a way to reward her for this amazing day, you got a brilliant idea. “Close your eyes.” you instructed the reaper softly “And don’t open them until I tell you to.” Linking your arm through hers, you began to slowly and carefully guide your curious girlfriend to a flowershop you passed one day on your way from the market. You still had some money on you and figured you’d buy her some flowers, which you were sure would make Grell happy.

“Stay here, don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.” you said softly “And don’t open your eyes.” you reprimanded her jokingly. Grell for once did as she was told and stood exactly where you left her, rocking on the balls of her feet, until you stood in front of her again. She could tell, because you were wearing a perfume she gave you for Christmas. “Alright, open your eyes.” you told her.

As soon as that sentence came out of your mouth, Grell’s eyes flew open in anticipation. She was met with your face on which a cheeky smile had bloomed and it was clear you were holding something behind your back. You pulled out a bouquet of red spider lillies and blood red poppies with a soft ‘ta-daa’ escaping your lips. Grell switched her gaze from the gift you got her to your face, her eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun. She looked on the verge of tears, moved by the loving gesture. You took one lilly from the tightly tied up bouquet and put it softly in her hair “Looking beautiful as ever my love.” you cooed softly. Grell’s smile got even wider, if that was possible and before you could stop her, she was already pressing kisses and little pecks all over your face, enjoying your happy squeaks. An elderly couple passed the two of you, without either you or your girlfriend noticing, the man scoffing “Young people don’t know anything about manners these days...” While his wife patted him gently on the arm he had linked with hers and smiled “Oh leave them be Richard. We weren’t any different when we were young.”

Your legs were rather tired after the long day and you both agreed to go home. Even though this day was nearly over, you couldn’t wait for the next morning to come, so that you could have your morning bliss.

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I know this isn’t for everyone, but I was in the mood for some sweet sweet fluff

Fragments - Chapter 1: The body

{Co written by my bff: @nach-ito !!} (Btw I'm gonna preface this by saying this is an OCxOC fanfic that takes place within the FNAF universe, and it's a sapphic fic so if that isn't for you feel free to check out my other stuffs!)

Seline walked down a path and looked around, she'd seen Elise walking around these parts previously. But oddly enough she couldn't seem to find her this time around. She’d looked around every corner, every alleyway, in stores and little corner shops in Hurricane. Despite her efforts, she still remained confused on where the blonde had gone off to. She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair and grasped a handful of it before letting go, taking occasional sips from her coffee. She continued walking down the path, the sounds of gravel crunching coming from underneath her boots. Seline stretched her back, rolling her shoulders to try and relieve some tension in them. She looked around once again, watching the cars pass. A thought came to mind when she remembered that Elise usually brought robotic parts back to the dorm room of their college. She scratched her head with her only free hand. She thought about one of the nearest and oldest Fazbear attractions in town. It was easy enough to get there and back without getting caught by any still functioning CCTV.

Seline threw her coffee cup into a nearby trash bin and made her way down to the old building. She took quick strides, hoping to arrive there sooner rather than later. She glanced around, looking at the fewer people in the area with their family, friends, people walking their dogs. She dipped into an alleyway and took out her phone, turning on the flashlight and shining it around the darkened areas.

Her eyes adjusted as she noticed a figure in the distance, bobbing up and down as if actively grabbing things. The sound of rustling metals that scratched together filled the area. Seline took cautious steps, avoiding getting scratched and moving in the clearer areas. As she glanced down at the animatronics, she screwed up her nose at the state of them. Most of them were decrepit at best “Eli, is that you down there?” Seline called out, coughing gently from the roaming dust in the air as she squinted her eyes to get a clearer look. Elise looked up from grabbing burned robotic limbs and turned to look at Seline. “Oh, Hi Sel! What’re you doing here?” She asked, shoving the arm of a small endoskeleton into her bag. “Wondering where you keep disappearing off to. And, it looks like I know now.” Seline replied, crossing her arms and keeping her phone steady in her hand while watching Elise’s movements. “It’s just a little hobby I’ve picked up, nothing drastic. Plus it’s for the science fair! So this stuff won’t go to waste just sitting here like zombies or whatever.” Elise continued to walk around, searching for more scraps. “I suppose that's understandable. But still, y'know the Freddy Fazbear attractions and stuff have serious stuff behind it. How do you know that it isn't haunted or something?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow, taking a few steps forward. Elise burst out into a fit of laughter at Selines comment, which just made her more annoyed. Seline frowned, she shook her head and looked at her phone. “Oh Sel, you really need to stop watching so many of those ghost hunting shows. They’re messing with your brain!” Elise said before wandering further down into the smoky corridor. Seline followed her, she huffed and had to hold back the urge to roll her eyes. “Yeah, right.” She grunted, shining the light around the halls. “Seline, come look at this!” Elise shouted, looking to her friend. Seline sighed and quickly hurried over to where Elise was, being careful not to trip on anything on the ground. “Yeah?” She asked, approaching Elise. “I found a vent! I’m gonna go inside it!” Seline just stared at Elise like she was insane. “You're joking, right?” Seline asked with utter disbelief, watching Elise crouch down. “Nope!” She giggled and entered the vent, leaving Seline to just watch her probably seal her fate. “Are you normally this careless, Eli?” Seline sighed, looking down into the vent and started to consider following her.

“OH MY GOD! SEL, THERE’S A DEAD GUY IN HERE!”

ALRIGHTY I have a jegulus fic being edited, and a pandalily fic being finished!

If there’s one thing I’ll do it’s consume sapphic media. Please give me recommendations 🙏🙏

✧My brave girl✧

{Rhaenyra wants you to meet Syrax}

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Rheanyra watches as you flip through the pages of an old book on Dragons and old Valyria, she watches with love in her eyes, smiling at how you get excited at new information.

She walks over to where you’re hunched over at the desk, her hands go to massage your shoulders, you jump slightly at the sudden feeling, “Sorry my love, did I startle you?” She smiles pressing a kiss to the top of your head, as you giggle softly nodding your head.

“You spend so much time reading about dragons, would you want to meet Syrax?” She smiles as her thumb caresses your warm cheek, reading about dragons is one thing but actually seeing one was a whole different thing, and you knew Syrax was practically a part of Rhaenyra.

She could feel how uneasy you were with how you tensed up under her soft touch, how your eyes carried a certain worried look, she knew that you were nervous to meet her loyal dragon.

“My love, if we are to be married you must meet Syrax— I want to ride on dragon back with you” she smiles pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s take one step at a time, shall we? I haven’t even met Syrax yet you talk about riding her— how about if she hates me? Or worse eats me?” You stand up from your chair, while Rhaenyra laughs softly at you.

“My sweet girl, Syrax will love you as I do” she smiles hands gently cupping your cheeks as you nod meekly, “Here— it is cold out there” she smiles draping a fur cloak over your shoulders to protect you from Dragonstone’s harsh winds.

You hold her hand as she guides you to where Syrax is resting, “She’s named after an old Valyrian goddess, right?” You look over at Rhaenyra who smiles at you nodding in agreement.

The grip you have on her hand tightens as you both walk closer to the large beast, you watch in awe as Rhaenyra pets the dragon, you jump a little as Syrax makes a strange noise, one of happiness.

“Calm down, she can feel your unease” Rhaenyra reminds you gently as you steady your breathing, she takes your hand guiding it carefully to Syrax, you can feel her scales under your hand, she’s surprisingly warm, and she makes another noise, similar to the one she made when Rhaenyra stroked her, a happy one.

You giggle a little looking over at your soon-to-be wife, she’s smiling at your excitement, and the fact that you haven’t noticed that her hand is no longer on yours, Rhaenyra moves to stand behind you, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“My brave girl” she mumbles against your neck, kissing your jaw as her hands settle on your waist, “Such a brave girl— I am proud of you my dear” she smiles into your skin as she continues to press kisses against your jaw to your neck, her cold nose causing you to shiver.

“Not in front of the dragon” you tease as you pet Syrax gently, completely star-struck at her beautiful rich copper color, you have no idea why you were so scared.

“Mm, then we best take out leave, Hmm?” She murmurs, and soon enough you feel tiny little raindrops against your skin, “Come let us go inside, the fire is warm and I’d hate for you to fall sick” she whispers as you hum in agreement.

You say your last goodbyes to Syrax as you follow Rhaenyra back to her bedchambers, “Lead the way my Queen” you smile taking her hand in yours once again, feeling a little more connected to your soon-to-be wife.

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Hope you enjoyed~~ requests are open to any character in my master list <33

✧Just a second more✧

{You and Alicent spend a cold morning in her bed}

!!sexual themes minors please go read something else!!

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Through a sleepy haze, Alicent seeks your warmth from underneath the covers, it’s a desperate need for your comfort, and you smile at the lovely sight of your wife, her brown curls spread across the cotton pillows her facial features are relaxed, and she’s so pretty underneath the early morning sun, it’s light dusting across her soft features as it peaks behind the curtains.

A sudden gust of wind seizes through the room as she immediately cuddles closer into your warmth, her arm slung over your hip, her face smushed against your chest, and she murmurs something incoherent.

“What was that, my love?” You whisper as she nuzzles her nose into your soft skin, your delicate fingers trace against her spine and you feel the goosebumps that arise from your gentle touch.

“It is cold” she whines, slowly coming out of her sleepy state, her lips grazing against your chest as her legs tangle themselves in yours trying to take whatever warmth she can from your body, you hum in contentment.

You’re taken by surprise when she starts pressing light kisses to your chest, traversing to your neck, “I love you my dear” she whispers, warm breath against your cheek, and you suddenly feel very flustered.

Your hand comes to cup her face gently brushing away a stray eyelash from her soft cheek, “I love you too sweetheart” you quietly express, and you can’t help the overwhelming desire to capture her supple lips in a loving kiss.

The action takes her by surprise at first before she pushes you against the bed, she leans over you before straddling your thighs, her hair falling around her face, you smile at just how beautiful your wife is and your hand reaches to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“You simply are a gift from the gods,” you say in awe of her beauty, and she rolls her eyes in jest a smile teetering on her lips.

“You are so sweet, my sweet girl” she smiles pressing kisses from the tip of your nose to your lips, her tongue hot against yours as she captures your moans in her mouth before pulling away with glossy red lips, “I think I know a way of warming up” she teases stealing another kiss from you once again.

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☾⋆AN/ My wife! I love her!

Could you do something with a more protective jill valentine? like she just gets super jealous at anyone looking at the reader 😯

My girl

{Jill gets Jealous when her girl gets all the attention}

Hope this is okay lovely!! 💕

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If looks could kill let’s just say the entirety of this bar would be practically empty because Jill has done nothing but shot death glares at almost everyone who even tried to flirt their way into a conversation with you. It made her skin crawl with jealousy every time anyone got a little too close.

She hated feeling like this along with the guilt that pinches at her heart, she wants you to enjoy yourself but the way they look at you with their hungry eyes, and how their hands brush against your arms, it drives her insane because you’re hers.

Her hand rests on the top of your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly, “Are you okay?” You ask with the sweetest tone she’s ever heard and it practically melts her heart.

You lean into her, “Yeah I’m alright sweetie” She smiles pressing a kiss to your temple, her hand soothing against your thigh.

The night goes on and her hand doesn’t move as you continue your conversation, giggling whatever you’re talking about, not that Jill is listening far too distracted by the way the other person leans into you, their shoulder bumping into yours.

Jill lets out a sigh once the other person finally leaves to go 'get a drink', “Are you ready to go home yet?” You ask taking her hand from your thigh as you bring it up to your lips pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

She looks at you with an earnest smile, “Was ready a while ago, sweet girl” she mumbles and you smirk at the very obvious annoyance that stains her tone.

“You should have told me, baby, we could’ve left ages ago” You giggle, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear and she doesn’t hesitate to lean into you, peppering kisses against your jaw.

“Let’s go before that fucker comes back” she whispers her lips grazing against your ear and the feeling sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but chuckle sweetly at the hate in her tone.

Jill hated to admit it but she was jealous, she was so insanely jealous of this random person in the bar who was all up in your personal space and she doesn’t want to spend another second here watching as you both get wrapped up in another hour-long conversation.

“Okay,” you smile as she takes your hand guiding you out of the busy bar as quickly as possible to avoid your ‘new best friend’.

It was colder out as the night passed and Jill hands you her coat, her arm wrapped around your waist as you both walk through the empty moonlit streets together with shared laughter.

“Hey! Wait up I forgot to give you my number!” Jill doesn’t know if she wants to punch the person in the face or throw up at how they clearly didn’t understand that you were taken.

So without really thinking she stops, tugging you into her body with haste as she presses her lips against yours in a hungry kiss, it takes you back a little but you soon relax into the warm feeling, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss and as soon as you catch on to what she’s doing you can’t stop the smile that sprays across your lips breaking the kiss.

Her hands are still against either side of your face and you look over Jill’s shoulder watching as the person from the bar walks away, well more so stomps away, and you giggle as she pulls you back into a kiss.

“Someone’s a little jealous” you chuckle as she playfully scoffs at you, her hands still against your warm face.

“You’re mine” she whispers against your lips, “All fucking mine baby” she presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I’m all yours Jill” you smile, taking her hand as you continue to walk down the street, making your way back to your shared apartment.

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-Katniss Everdeen x Reader

{Katniss returns home to you after a long day of hunting and you clean her up}

I need to write more for her. Enjoy my lovelies💕

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The herbal smell of venison stew dances through the air pleasantly as the pot simmers on low heat on the stove, bubbling ever so slightly whilst you potter around the kitchen. You hum a soft tune, a song that Katniss had gently whispered against your shoulder as she soothed you from a nightmare last night.

You had to convince her three times over before she finally left to go hunting today. Katniss didn’t like leaving you alone on a good day, let alone after what happened the night before.

It left a bitter taste in her mouth and an ache in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t seem to shake. She knew you’d be fine, tucked away in the depths of the forest. Warm and safe in the small cabin you both call home, but it still doesn’t make her worry any less.

Maybe that explains why every time she comes back home there’s a small sigh of relief that passes through her lips. Her face immediately softens at the sight of you as you walk over to her, helping her to take off her coat.

“Smells good,” Katniss smirks as you thumb her cheek, rubbing away whatever stains her skin. Her eyes flutter close ever so slightly at the feeling of your soft hands.

She kicks off her boots, not wanting to track mud into the small house. “Thank you, I used the last bit of deer.” You tell her and she nods softly with a hum of acknowledgement.

You lean forward to press a kiss against her cheek, the scent of the outside lingers in her hair and against her skin. It’s something you’ve come to love, a certain sense of comfort you’ve found within it.

Katniss sits down at the kitchen table with a soft sigh, running her fingers across the grazes on her palms with a frown. You notice this, your eyebrows pulled together in worry as your gaze flickers to her sore palms and then to her face.

The sound of a gasp that comes from you makes her look up. Her eyes find yours as your hand gently cups her face, fingers curling around her jaw.

“What happened?” The softness in your tone burns away her bad mood as you take in the sight her the scrape under her chin, red sore and slightly bleeding. See, she had tripped over a tree root that was hidden beneath the fallen, trodden leaves which blanketed the forest floor with colours of orange, yellows to browns.

But Katniss would never admit this, never. “Nothing… just you know, it’s rough out there this time of year.” She murmurs, glancing down at her palms with a slight twinge of embarrassment flashing through her face.

It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, the grazes on her palms and underneath her chin. It’s clear what had happened… you’d save her from the embarrassment, for now.

“Looks rough, you really banged yourself up.” You have to bite back the giggle that bubbles within your throat when she shoots you a glare. Although, she’s not really mad at you, how could she be?

Especially when you press such a sweet kiss against her jaw and the way your thumb soothes against her knuckles. “Yeah… yeah.” She mumbles with a small smirk.

You take the first aid kit from the cupboard above the sink before sitting down beside her at the kitchen table. Katniss’ eyes never leave you, watching the way your soft hands take hers. You look down at the grazes on her palms, gently wiping away the dried blood and dirt with an alcohol wipe.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, doing the same to her other palm that was a little worse. She shakes her head, her cheeks a little rosy from how gently you’re handling her.

She’s not used to it, even after all this time. It’s addictive, the sweetness of you that leaves her stomach feeling all fluttery.

“No… no it’s fine.” She promises as a small smile adorns her lips, her expression softening.

“Good. Look up for me, love.” You tilt her head upwards gently, your hand cupping the nape of her neck so you can get a better look at the scrape under her chin.

With a soft 'tut' you begin to gently clean the small cut with the last alcohol wipe before pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw, and you can’t help but smirk at the way her breath hitches ever so slightly.

Katniss looks back at you, an appreciative expression settles against her face. “Thank you.” She whispers.

“Anytime, clumsy pants.” You can’t help it and honestly, Katniss doesn’t mind, despite the huff that escapes her. The sound of your giggle makes it all better, she’d do anything to hear that sound.

“Go get washed up… dinner is almost ready.” You tell her, your lips meeting hers as you both share a loving kiss. It’s soft yet desperate as if she had waited all day just for this.

The kiss tapers off into small pecks, ones that are just as loving. “Okay, I'll be quick...” She whispers breathlessly, her cheeks dusted with a stubble pink colour as she disappears off into the bathroom.

It will happen if I keep manifesting!!