full offence anyone saying that the possibility of cutting li shang out the live-action remake of mulan is okay because “mulan” is about her saving china and being a model female protagonist not about her and shang can come and fight me because asian men are just as important as asian women being represented in the media??? there are children who grew up with li shang as their oNLY representation!! li shang was the son of a captain who wanted to make his father proud, wanted to protect his country and lead a good army for the emperor, and in the end, went against the law to save mulan’s life for his and helped her when she came to the capital to defeat the huns like you’re sitting here and saying that it’s 100% okay to cut that narrative away??? “mulan” wasn’t just about mulan saving china, it was about her rising to the ranks in her army through preservance and struggles, it was about mulan changing the minds around her to shape people that ended up respecting her through and through, as both a man and a woman, and if you take away li shang you’re taking away an integral part of mulan so fuck you, disney, if you go through with this, fuck you.
She can never hurt a single living thing directly. Not even the monsters.
For the first monster, the snake, she simply absconded out of the basement.
For the second one with the mouth, she simply lured it out of the room with doggie treats.
For the third, she used the spice powder which caused the flying thing to go haywire and knock itself out. She didn’t know it would happen, so it doesn’t count as hurting it. (It’s probably fine, anyway.)
For the fourth strife, the one with four monsters, she cooperated with Jude to have them bump each other unconscious.
I think Hussie’s trying to make a statement. There is no way to win the strifes if you go on the offensive and pelt the monster with batteries or kick it. You don’t win like that.
Also, it goes to show how much Joey wants to oppose her father. She can’t even harm a single creature, who would eat her without a thought, because that’s exactly what Pa does for fun. She’s trying to distance herself from her dad by being the exact opposite of what he is. That’s how much she hates him.
Look at her face. She is not angry. She is resigned. Her expression may have been a joke, but I feel like struggling and fighting would make the Game Over scene much more horrible. Hussie did not depict her struggle for a reason.
Her face says, “Woop, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about my current situation. Fighting back would make me like my dad, who is the worst person in the universe, and I’d rather get eaten than get compared to him.”
I don’t think enough people realize that, looking past her sarcasm and independent personality, this girl is incredibly averse to hurting anything. Incredibly. She can’t even go on the offensive when her life is in danger. It’s gonna raise some problems for her on Alternia, where violence is not frowned upon.
Also, it makes for a really interesting character arc.
Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.
Word Count: 3500ish
A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.
It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.
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“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.
They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.
“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.
“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.
“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.
i think the narrative should explore the fact that clary is valentine’s daughter.
by which i mean - clary is dangerously charismatic. even alec, who hated her and has been forced to pick up after her, becomes close to her in the end. clary has stomped on every tradition and rule he was raised with, endangered countless lives - but still in the end he forgives, thanks her for saving isabelle’s life when she’s the one who endangered it.
maybe it is jocelyn’s daughter that saves the little mage child. but it is valentines daughter that went marching to magnus’s in the first place. jocelyn went to magnus when she was ready to hide - clary went to him when she was ready to fight. and when she brings the vampires and werewolves together - that type of leadership and manipulation is valentine. jocelyn helped save the downworlders by running from valentine and stealing the cup - clary doesn’t run. from the beginning she doesn’t run.
she fights, but not alone. she draws people to her, like moths to a flame. even meliorn is impressed by her, grants her a favor he’s granted no other. she negotiates with vampires, with simon’s help yes, but on her own.
and speaking of simon - valentine turned his best friend into a werewolf, and clary turned hers into a vampire. granted he was trying to kill luke and clary was trying to save simon, but still. jocelyn left luke wounded in a barn to make his choice, but clary made simon’s choice for him.
valentine and clary act - jocelyn only ever reacts. jocelyn may be a fighter, but she’s not a leader. she’s a soldier. luke is a soldier. but valentine and clary are smart enough and charming enough and ruthless enough to be generals. clary is always convinced she’s doing the right thing - even when lives are in danger and people are getting hurt she thinks she’s making the best choice for everyone. and she can usually convince most of everyone that she’s right. this is dangerous.
she’s not the same kind of leader that valentine is now. valentine is hard and violent and makes you walk over coals for his approval. but once upon a time he did what clary did - was kind and charismatic and told people that he knew what was right, that by listening to him they would be saving the world. clary has been in this world a couple of months and already she draws her inner circle around her, already she has allies that no one else has ever had before.
people are right to be wary of clary for being valentine’s daughter, but not for the reasons they think. clary will die before she joins her father, but she has the potential to succeed where her father failed. clary doesn’t like the clave, doesn’t agree with the clave, and she is valentine’s daughter more than she is jocelyns. those who knew valentine must see all his best and most terrifying qualities shining out in her. she may succeed where her father failed, and if she decides the clave is doing more harm than good - what’s to stop her in leading her allies in tearing it to the ground?
she is joan of arc, she is julias caesar. people believe in her, are willing to fight and die with their worst enemies for her, break oaths to their queen for her.
the only way to get rid of people like her is to stab her 52 times in the senate or burn her in a holy fire. but then she becomes a martyr and then shes more dangerous dead than alive.
there is someone in the clave who’s seeing clary and is seething, panicking, because this little girl is her father’s daughter, and she has the potential to amass an army that will destroy them all.
clary is valentine’s daughter.
her enemies should fear her - including valentine himself.
She had nearly a month to be away from it all—the memories and the pain so that she could find it in her heart to move on. It was harder than she thought, though. She didn’t realize how whole Harry made her until she felt empty in a place she once called home. Even with the festive feels still lingering in the air and the occasional company of her childhood friends and family, this wasn’t her home—not anymore.
She had only known Harry for four months but he changed everything she’s ever known. Her entire life had been altered by just one man, and she fell in love all the while.
And she didn’t know just how much she was in love with him until he was gone. She noticed that the first night she spent without him. She felt so cold—so lonely and so heartbroken because it all ended. The restless nights they shared, the love-making the experienced, the laughs and the relentless kissing were all gone.
And she knew from the start she didn’t mean what she said—about hating him. She could never hate him, no matter what he does to her.
But she also knew he didn’t mean what he said, either. Although there was a hint of truth somewhere between his words, she knows him better than she knows herself. He refused to look at her when he said it—kept shutting his eyes and shaking his head—he would have if he meant it.
That’s what makes it worse. She knew he was lying and she still said it. Those horrifying, heartbreaking words that just fell from her mouth because she was angry—angry at the fact he’d even think of saying such things even if they weren’t true. Especially after everything they shared together the night before—everything they gave to each other.
So instead of spending the rest of winter break cooped up in Harry’s apartment—keeping warm under the blankets and whispering sweet nothings in his ear—she spends it alone, spending each passing hour sulking in regret.
One of the most infuriating things about how Drew Tanaka was written is that she wasn’t even a well written evil character. She was so utterly 2-dimensional whereas in tlo the side characters like Ethan were given far more complex stories and it differed from the other antagonists in the series. Hell even Octavian was given an even more complex background. Like Drew was literally just described as shallow and that was supposed to convey how truly evil she was smh (sounds like every other /evil/ female character in books, truly original)
right so i was thinking earlier about what if Peter Ashe had sent Flint and Vane to savannah instead of finishing the trial. it might not make sense but just imagine:
peter coming along to talk to james about miranda and thomas before sending them off
only he’s not exactly talking to james, is he. nah, he’s talking to Captain Flint. who’s immediate reaction is 'don’t even sAY THEIR NAMES YOU AS GOOD AS KILLED THEM BOTH’
and vane is sitting there like ‘i came out to attack people and im honestly not having fun right now’
vane and flint being taken to the field and then thomas is there and the reunion happens and vane is like. wait whats happening here
flint. flint what are you doing. where are you going. what - flint come back wE’RE A TEAM DON’T LEAVE A BROTHER BEHIND. WHO’S THAT.
WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM
FLINT WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT IS NOT THE PLAN
thomas being able to comfort james after miranda’s death and stopping him from going Full Flint™
vane trying to discuss their plan and having to remind james and thomas look he’s not going to disappear if you look away
they leave savannah within three days. they only stay so long because thomas wouldn’t leave the other prisoners and james wouldn’t leave thomas and vane wouldn’t leave Captain Flint. I’m only here for the good of nassau
honestly. i don’t want you to take this as a sign that i like you
Omfg I love coming on your blog! Makes my experience in Kpop much more fun! Can I request a Jackson scenario? Where a fight turns into sexual tension. #dadsykinks4thewin thank you kindly!
I love you
“Jackson don’t touch me.” You snarled wrenching your wrist
from the male’s grip walking into your shared house.
“Really Y/N? You’re going to be like this?” Jackson
questioned slamming the door to house kicking off his shoes.
“You know what, screw you Jackson. Why don’t you just go
find the girl you were eye fucking and talk it out with her.” You said angrily
moving towards the kitchen to rummage through the fridge finding a bottle water
to chug down your parched mouth. Sighing Jackson came in the same space as you
balling his hands up lightly he eyed you.
“Y/N it’s not like that and you know it.” He urged as he
stare at you.
“Really baby?” You asked blinking your eyelashes and of
course he fell for it smiling lightly thinking he was off the hook.
“Really baby girl.” He said gently pressing close to you.
“I have words.” You said sweetly smiling. “Piss. Off.” You
barked chugging the rest of the water down before you made your way towards the
room down the hallway. You heard Jackson growl and punch the way before he came
chasing after you into the room.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” He commanded staring at
your frame his own body shaking and red.
“I do whatever I want. I don’t see anyone here who owns me.”
You snapped at him moving to walk into your closet. “And quite frankly I don’t
want any excuses. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight buddy.” You pushed a
pillow at him starting to strip your clothes slowly.
“Because you think I was looking at another woman?” Jackson
asked with his voice raising and bless the poor neighbors if they heard you. It
wasn’t the fact that Jackson had been looking at another woman shit happens and
sometimes you do it. You’re human. But that was over the limit. He kept staring
at her while you were talking and holding his hand. It was embarrassing to see
others look at you and judge your relationship.
“Jackson.. Please. Just get out.” You said softly pointing
at the door. Voice quivering and eyes welling up you sighed softly. More than
anything you felt your pride being hurt. You weren’t good enough for him. Not
sexy enough and if a woman could so easily take his attention then what were
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jackson shouted. He hated seeing
you cry he hated himself for what he had done. It wasn’t like she was all that,
she was just different curvy like you but she wasn’t you and he knew in his
heart he only wanted to be with you. But how to prove it? “Don’t you cry behind
another female or male.”
“HOW CAN I NOT?!” You yelled out tears streaking down our
face as you balled up your fist tighter. “You looked at her like how you used
to look at me! When did you stop caring Jackson? When did I not become enough
for you? When wasn’t I sexy enough or beautiful enough to make your heart
melt?! Will you leave me.. Daddy?” You said the name softly looking down at
your feet as the running tears made soft dark puddle droplets beside your feet
into the light brown carpet. Hearing you call him daddy broke everything in his
mind. He only could focus on one thing, his cock stirring in his pants. He knew
he had to make it up to you and this was step one. Sex didn’t change everything
but it could make you see how needy he was for just you.
Sighing when he didn’t answer you walked out the room
wanting to leave the tension filled space but Jackson snapped out of it.
Following you he roughly pushed you against the wall causing you to gasp. You
were going to scream at him but he silenced you with a kiss his hands ripping
at your shirt. He tore the fabric wide open causing you to gasp giving him
access to your mouth. He sucked on your tongue with his own dominating the kiss
as his hands shoved up your skirt. His fingers found your panties and almost
tearing them he roughly moved them to the side plunging two fingers inside of your
damp pussy. Jackson pulled back to eye you with intensity and need.
“Do you really think I’d ever leave you for another fucking
girl? Do you ever think I can’t fucking live without you? Huh! Your sassy ass
mouth and charming ways. And let’s not forget this sweet pussy that I just love
cumming in so much. You’re my princess and nobody else will fucking lay hands
on you.” His words were almost a growl causing your stomach to tighten up as
your pussy got wetter. He quickly gripped at your hips with one hand using his
strength to lift you until he was wrapping only one of your legs around his
neck and the other around his waist. Pulling back his drenched fingers he
tongue fucked you sucking on your pussy harshly. Head moving side to side he
made sure to run his tongue over everything once. Curving it and thrusting it
rapidly against your spot causing you to cry out and pull at his hair trying to
get him away from you but it didn’t work. His free hand gripped at your breast kneading
the flesh one by one until he felt you tightening up on his tongue. Pulling out
from you he sat you on your feet and spun you around to face the wall pinning
you there. His free hand moved to yank down his zipper freeing his shaft. He
kept his pants on gripping at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your
dripping folds. In one go without warning he slammed into you pushing you both
against the wall so that he could feel you up and you could take all of him.
You cried out hands bracing on the wall for support but it didn’t last. Jackson
pulled your body back a bit so that he could grab at your hips and pound into
you. He growled out at how you started to scream for him, your juices sliding
out of your wet cunt and onto his shaft. He spread your legs wide pressing a
hand down your back making you arch so that he could angle his hips and abuse
your spot. Again, and again he plowed into your pussy his hands switching from leaving
bruises in your hips to grabbing at your breast and playing with them.
Occasionally he slapped at them and pulled on your nipples causing you to damn
near sob against the wall from the pleasure and pain. A hand drifted down to
your clit and he rubbed at the bud quickly not giving you any time to prepare
for his assault on your pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched more.
Legs shaking you were resting your head against the wall so that you could hold
yourself up in some kind of way. You couldn’t even warn Jackson of how close
you were because all that left your lips were gibberish mixed in with his name
but in a few more thrusts he had you shouting for mercy, cumming on his cock
and going limp in his hold. Jackson pressed you back against the wall
continuing to abuse your clit and fuck into you from behind slamming his hips
against yours. You tried to pull away your body was sensitive and buzzing but
he didn’t have that. Causing you to squirt as you came again Jackson filled you
up to the brim his cock releasing long thick ropes of cum inside of you.
Jackson felt his own legs buck and he held you against the wall letting both of
your breathing calm down before he spoke.
“The fact that you think I would leave you. For anyone
amazes me. I may look but I know what I have, or I wouldn’t be with you. You’re
an amazing woman and I was an asshole for checking her out like that. And I could
blame it on being a man or I can just man up and say I’m sorry. So, I apologize
and if it happens again I will take whatever repercussion you give me. But I love
you Y/N. Your pussy, your body and your smart-ass mouth and attitude. You’re my
world and no matter what no woman will be able to change that.” He waited for
an answer but when you didn’t say anything he looked at you frowning seeing
“I’m not crying.. You’re crying.” You teased shoving at him.
“I love you too. But you’re still sleeping on the couch. After you carry me and
bathe me.” You teased him but he only thrusted his hips forward wrapping his
arms around your waist.
“Or we could both stay here and fuck like rabbits until I
get it right.”
I’m a sucker for Greek Mythology lmao. This isn’t the same exact story probably but I wanted to put it in my perspective and how I like to imagine it. Especially imagining Harry as god of the underworld because that boy is a total cupcake. We’re just gonna call Hades as Harry’s name lmao. I’ve been fantasizing this for a while now so I hope this kills you as much as it kills me! Haha xx M
Contains mature content
The underworld is a very dark and dreary place. The blood curdling screams from the spirits of the dead could be heard from miles away beneath the earth’s ground. The souls being punished severely for the countless sins they’ve committed. As soon as one enters the underworld, there’s this depressing aura that surrounds a person. A very frightening one too. There is literal smell of death that fills the air of the gloomy place.
Moans and groans could be heard from where Harry was sat in his palace, on his large throne that was made of dark steel meaning to look intimidating with it’s size and the bronze gemstones dispersed into the strong metal.
It was his job to rule the underworld. To control the deaths and punishments of those souls who deserved it. The sound of terrified screams coming from the outside of his palace did not phase him at all. He has learned to not sympathize any of the souls who are being punished. It isn’t exactly an easy job to rule death.The worse the sins are, the more unfortunate a soul was. He has learned to avoid them.
Harry is a man who is void of emotions. Or he was a man who was void emotions. It had all changed when the light of his life, his love, his beautiful goddess Persephone entered his life. Her job was to control springtime and vegetation. She was literally the physical representation of warmth and life thus, being the polar opposite of Harry who was cold and only took lives. She was the reason why he has become less harsh and more warm. His cold, black heart would melt every time he saw.
Persephone literally glowed and out shined the dark world of death. Her warmth and caring persona was the only life down in the underworld. She was able to counteract Harry’s darkness with her power of changing the seasons and growing the plants for people to survive with food.
Her beauty was something Harry still wasn’t use to. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful goddess was all his. His, his, his. This beauty was all his and he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they were married. That he was married to someone who was the polar opposite of him. He couldn’t believe that a beautiful, caring woman like her loved a cold hearted man like him. She was the only person who would make him feel emotions. She was the only person that Harry cared about. The only person Harry has ever felt loved for.
The first time he saw her, he was so sure he fell in love with her right then and there. She was stood far away from him, picking flowers from a field when he saw her. Her aura radiated innocence and warmth. He wanted her as his wife so he had abducted her and took her into the depths of Earth into his realm. She hated him at first. She hated what he did and she hated how he acted. She had thought that he was a selfish man for abducting her. But slowly, she fell in love with the man who had a black heart. She was the cause of his heart turning one shade lighter from black. She had learned to love him with everything she had despite who he was. She accepted him into her life. She accepted his job as the ruler of death and stood by his side as goddess of the Underworld when they got married.
Persephone was Harry’s weakness. They both knew that. She was the woman who was able to control him. She was the only person who was able to slightly melt his ice cold heart. She was the woman who lit up his life and brought a smile to his usual stoic face.
Harry is sat in his throne room with a fluttery heart and butterflies bursting in his stomach as he watches his beautiful wife walk down the aisle. The only woman who could cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach. The large stone doors shut loudly behind her, leaving both of them privacy from their servants. His raspberry lips lift up into a smile as he stands up and allows his long legs to carry him to his glowing goddess. He felt his cold heart lodge in his throat when he sees her smiling at him, her demeanor radiating happiness when she sees him. He couldn’t believe that he was the reason for that wide smile. A ruthless man like him.
Persephone walks towards him in a white gown that contrasts against the dark room and Harry, who was dressed in a thick black robe. The upper half of the dress, clung to her chest. Her breasts slightly swelled up due to the golden belt wrapped around the waist and she knew it was going to bring a reaction out of her husband. The sleeves were off the shoulders, revealing her soft gleaming skin. Her hands were clasped together in front of her body and she looked down at the ground shyly when she saw Harry’s green eyes staring at her with adoration.
The both of them meet in the middle, his arms immediately going around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he can. Persephone’s hands rest against his broad chest and she leans her face closer to his as he bends his neck down slightly. She feels his breath wash over her face, cushioned lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the moment of the muscle that is puckered against her head for a few minutes.
Harry puckers his lips against her forehead a few more times before leaning down to press a kiss against the tip of her nose. She scrunches her nose up cutely at the tickling sensation and Harry chuckles at how adorable she looked, pressing his forehead against hers.
“How did yeh sleep m’love?” He asks her, cupping her left cheek with his right hand. She leans into his palm, kissing it and he smiles at the action, rubbing his thumb under her eye.
“Very well,” She tells him, her fingers playing with the collar of his robe. She slightly opens the top apart to run her hand across his clavicle. Harry’s stomach tightens at the action, his hand moving behind to her hold the back of her neck. “Although, I was not happy when I saw that my husband wasn’t laying beside me,” She slightly pouts, causing him to chuckle.
He leans down to capture her rosy red lips in his, the hairs on his arms immediately raising at the feeling of her lips on his. The connection of their lips was felt throughout his body, electrifying and shocking every nerve. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the moment with his wife. Her arms latch around his neck, pulling him down even closer, harshly pressing her lips to his. Their lips move in sync and at the same rushed pace. Persephone bites down on her husband’s bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him as he tightly grips her hips with his large hands.
They let go after a few moments and breath across each other’s face. Harry’s hands run up and down her sides before grabbing her hips and squeezing them before pulling her close again.
“’M sorry, my angel,” He apologizes, giving another quick peck to her lips. “‘ve got a job t’do don’t I?”
“Mhm,” She hums, grabbing his collar to pull him down and latch her lips against his in another chaste kiss. She was addicted to the feeling of his lips on hers as was he. “As do I, but I wanted to spend time with my handsome man before I had to leave.” She mutters against his lips.
Harry sticks out his bottom lip into a pout and Persephone chuckles, kissing it. “D’yeh have t’go today?” She nods, running her fingers through his brown locks. “Can’t yeh just miss a day?” He asks.
She shakes her head and he sighs, “If I don’t go, how will the plants grow? People need them for food, Harry. Or they might end up here.” She gives him a stern look and Harry grumbles, pulling her to his chest. She rests her head into the crook of his neck, pecking it a few times while he runs his hands up and down her back.
There are days where Persephone has to leave the Underworld because after all, she is the goddess of spring and vegetation. Just because she lives in the Underworld with her husband, it doesn’t mean her role above the Earth’s ground was over. It was her job to grow plants in the season.
Harry lets out a dramatic sigh, “Alright but…” He slides his hand down to her bum, grabbing each cheek with both hands and she gasps in surprise, nuzzling her nose into his neck even closer, “Can we at least spend some time together befo’ yeh leave,” He whispers hotly in her ear, biting down on her earlobe and squeezing her bum harder. She moans against his neck, tugging at his hair.
No matter how many times they do this, he always takes her by surprise. She’s still his innocent girl. She still shies away at sex or when he mentions it. She’ll still blush whenever he finishes eating her out with her arousal on his face or when she has his cock in her mouth. But Harry loved it. He loves how red she gets and how she doesn’t meet his eyes when she finishes wiping her face after sucking him off.
“Yes, yes, yes,” She throws her head back when he starts kissing her neck, giving him more access to suck on her skin. He bites down on the skin beneath her ear, running his tongue over the soar spot before giving it a kiss. He does it a few more times on other places on her neck before she stops him, worried that her companions might see.
Harry growls, pulling her back by the waist and stares down at her breasts that are pushed up from her dress. He squeezes them harshly, emitting a loud moan from his goddess. His nose nuzzles between the area of her breasts, his hands moving up to her sleeves that rest just below her shoulders. He pushes down the sleeves more, revealing more of her cleavage; her skin looking as smooth as silk. He pushes down the front of the dress off her upper chest, releasing both of her breasts. His green eyes darken in lust at the sight, his lips immediately latching on to her hardened pink nipple. He bites down on the peaked bud, causing her to let another loud moan and her hands involuntarily move up to his hair, tugging at it harshly. His hands move down to her arse, giving it another hard squeeze, surely leaving marks.
He swirls his tongue around her pink nipple a few times before kissing and biting at it. Persephone’s legs shake at his actions, shutting her eyes in pleasure while he moves on to her other breast. She feels one of his hands move to the front of the body, cupping her crotch and rubbing her through her gown.
“H-Harry,” Persephone calls.
“Hm,” He hums, spitting down onto her sternum and watching his saliva slide down the bone.
“Don’t wanna do it here,” She gasps when he pinches her nipple between his forefinger and thumb harshly. “Please.” She begs him. “Someone might come!” She says, watching him wrap his left arm around her torso and tugging her dress up to run his hand over the skin over her legs.
“The only one whose goin’ t’come is yeh,” He whispers hotly against her lips before kissing her hungrily. Harry pushes his tongue against Persephone’s lips and she opens her mouth to grant access. Their tongues touch, swirling in motion. She bites down on his bottom lip while she trails her hands down the front of his body to his groin, squeezing it. Harry groans, kissing her roughly while he grabs her hair at the back of her head.
“Let’s go upstairs. Please,” She pleads, tilting her neck to the side as he kisses down her throat. “To the bedchamber.”
Harry growls, complying with her wishes. He moves one arm beneath her back and the other beneath her knee, picking her up off the ground. She squeals in surprise and Harry chuckles, kissing at her lips again as he carries them towards the doors.
“Open the doors!” Harry commands to his servants who stood on the other side of his throne room. They follow his orders, pulling open the doors, not daring to look at him or Persephone. Her cheeks tint red when she notices her breasts are still hanging out of her dress. She moves her hands from around his neck to try and fix it but Harry stops her. “Don’t worry, darling. They wouldn’ dare to look at yeh ‘cos they know wha’ would happen ‘f they do.” He assures her, giving a hard glare to his servants who look down at the ground.
Persephone grabs his cheek to turn his head towards her again and away from his servants. She presses her lips against his, running her tongue along his lower lip. She tightens her grip around his neck again, unlatching her lips from his and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck as he carries her towards their bedchamber. She sucks on the skin beneath his ear, leaving her marks.
When they reach their bedchamber, the servants who stood on either side of their door immediately open them without looking. Harry carries her towards the bed, gently laying her down from the foot of the large bed. They hold eye contact with each other the whole time, their eyes filled with lust and love for each other.
Harry roughly and hungrily presses his lips against Persephone’s while he tugs the sleeves of her dress down her arms, revealing more of her chest. Her hands move to the front of his black robe, untying the small knot and pulling the cloth apart. She runs her hands down his strong, tan chest. Her hands push his robe of his shoulders and it immediately reveals his bare body. She scratches at the back of his shoulders as he tries to tug her dress off from the top.
He grunts in frustration when the gown gets stuck at the waist and she chuckles at his annoyance. He’s hunched over her body, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he looks down at her with challenging eyes, a smirk on his bruised lips.
“’S this yeh’re favorite dress darlin’?” He asks her and Persephone looks at him in confusion, shaking her head no. “So yeh wouldn’ mind ‘f I did this?” And before she can even reply, he rips the front of the dress, the gemstones falling off the fabric and onto the floor with a clatter. The rest of the dress is pulled off of her legs and onto the ground without a care. She gasps at him in surprise, getting ready to scold him but before she could say anything, she feels him pulling her down by the ankles to the edge of the bed.
She leans her weight on her elbows that rest on the mattress, watching him kiss inside her thighs. He pulls her legs over his shoulder as he kisses her inner thighs. He moans at the sight of her dripping pink core, ready to devour her sweet taste.
Persephone’s chest heaves up and down as she gulped, her body shaking and her legs starting to quiver around Harry’s face. Harry dips his head down to attach his mouth to her clit and she instantly whines, throwing her head back as Harry kisses her cunt. He closes his eyes in a bliss, groaning against her heat, sticking his tongue into her wet hole, almost making her scream as her hands pull at his hair because he was driving her mad with his tongue that she loved so much. She was a screaming mess as Harry devoured her, fucking his tongue into her at a fast pace while he rubs at her clit. Her legs tighten around his head as they cross each other at his back but Harry didn’t mind. He pumps his fingers in and out her entrance, replacing it with his tongue, repeating the process. He moans against her, shooting waves of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to arch her back and let out pleasurable moans that causes Harry to become more aroused, his leaking cock slapping against his abdomen.
“’M so close,” Persephone whines, pulling at his hair again that emits another groan from Harry.
“Come on my tongue, my love, c’mon,” He tells her, tongue still deep inside her, swirling, flicking, and thrusting while he still rubs her clit with his fingers. She whimpers, one hand coming up to squeeze her breast as the other tugs at her hair. She throws head back in pleasure as she approaches her orgasm, moaning loudly. Her hips thrust up into his mouth, screaming his name while he sucks up her juices. Her head falls back onto her mattress as she sighs in contentment, her body relaxing.
She feels her husband’s body climb on top of her, pinning her back down beneath his body. She opens her eyes to see him staring down at her with a smirk on his lips, his hair falling over his forehead, eyes two shades darker from their normal color filled with lust. She moves her hand up to push his hair off his sweaty forehead.
She giggles, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him, tasting herself on him as she sucks on his lower lip. He holds her waist, squeezing it when she bites down on his bottom lip.
“How was it?” He asks her, laughing when she hides her face in his neck with red tinting her cheeks.
She nods her head, not saying a word and Harry smiles, knowing she doesn’t want to say it out loud. “C’mon, I dunno wha’ yeh mean, darlin’” He teases, kissing the side of her face while he runs his hands through her hair. “Did yeh like it?” She nods. “Did yeh like m’tongue fuckin’ yeh’re cunt?”
Persephone gasps at his vulgar words, pulling her head back to look at him with pink cheeks, hitting his chest. “Shut up.”
Harry laughs, shaking his head before leaning down to kiss her nose. He stares into her eyes with adoration, his love for her being indescribable. He didn’t know how he could explain how much he cared about his girl. She was the most precious person to him and he still couldn’t believe that they were married together. He snaps out of his trance when he feels her hand on his cock, running over the head. He groans, digging his face into her neck and biting at her neck.
“Want yeh on yeh’re knees darlin’“ He whispers in her ear and she nods, letting go of his cock to get on her knees.
Persephone obliges to his command and got on all fours, hands pressed against the mattress as her knees dug into the cushion. Harry narrows his eyes at her when she slightly wiggle her hips, wondering why she’s teasing him. He grabs both of her arse cheeks in his hand, sitting on his knees behind her. He pulls her hips back more, the head of his cock knocking against her entrance causing her to moan in desperation. He holds his thick girth in his hand, running the head up and down her folds with his pre-cum leaking from the top.
He pulls her cheeks apart as he pushes himself deeply into her tight cunt, making her moan loudly and shut her eyes. Harry groans loudly at the feeling of her wet walls clenching around his cock. He doesn’t move yet, making Persephone impatient and causes her to push her arse back, making him sink all the way into her as she arches her back. Harry digs his fingers into his hips, bruising her skin with his fingers but her not minding at all.
Her body jolts forward when he pulls out all the way before thrusting back into her in one quick motion, instantly hitting a spot inside of her that causes her to scream out loud. He fucks into her slowly, putting his hand on the middle of her back and pushing her chest flat to the bed as her arse sticks up at the perfect angle. He bucks his hips forward, moving her arse back to slap against his bottom half as he grunts in pleasure and hears her moans.
“S’good, my love. Feel s’good around my cock” Harry moans, grabbing her arse again and fucking into her sharply. The sound of their flesh slapping together rapidly and the bed hitting the wall bounced across the walls of their bedchamber and Persephone was so sure their servants can hear from outside the door.
“Harry,” She moans, his pace becoming faster.
“C’mon, love. Help me out here hm,” He says, lifting her up so she could hold herself up with her hands, her head hanging low between her shoulders. She complies to his wishes, slamming backwards as he thrusts forward. He pulls her cheeks up apart to stare at where they connect, his cock pulling back before slamming back in each time.
He slows down, swiveling his hips, going deeper each time before pounding harder, making her gasp and moan loudly, her hands clenching the sheets in her fists. He takes a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pulls her head back, her body arching as they both pant loudly. Harry brings his face down to hers, his body hunching over hers as he kisses her ear, his hand coming from behind to turn her face to his and kiss her. He sticks his tongue into her mouth, allowing it to glide across hers. He growls, slowing his hips as he releases her lips.
He sighs deeply through his nose, moving back to grab her wrists and pull her body backwards so her back was to his chest and her head laid back on his shoulder. Persephone swallows thickly, looking into her husband’s dark green eyes, still not use to each time he fucks her in different positions.
She lifts left hand and holds the back of his neck. “I love you so much,” She whispers against his lips, kissing him again as he pushed himself back in. His left hand gripping her waist to keep her in place as the other palms and squeezes her breast. He grunts into her mouth, moaning louder as he continues to snap his hips up and fuck her her.
“Like it? Hm?” He asks and she nods, moaning as she brings her hand up to squeeze her other breast as he thrusts into her deep and hard at a fast pace. She mewls, kissing at his neck, licking the salty skin from his sweat.
“I-I’m gonna…gonna come,” She whimpers, feeling a spark in her lower abdomen.
Before she knew it, he turns her over and pushes her down to the mattress, placing his chest against hers and slamming back into her as soon as he can. Her breasts press against his chest and she felt like she was losing her breath from his hips connecting with hers, thrusting into her far too fast. Harry presses his forehead against hers, both of them breathing on each other’s faces. Persephone keeps her eyes closed as Harry’s slowly start to droop. The heels of her feet dig into his lower back as her lips part to whimper his name.
Harry places his hand his hands underneath her, on her arse, and pounds harder, causing a small tear to escape her eye. He kisses it away, puckering his lips against her skin a few more times. Persephone could feel him deep in her stomach and she moans loudly when he hits her spot again.
“Like that yeah? Can feel me in yeh’re stomach hm?” He says, licking his bottom lip.
Persephone nods, not having the strength to mutter any words when he’s thrusting into her hard. The grip on her arse becomes harder, his cock pushing deeper. She claws on his back, surely to leave marks and she could’ve sworn that he was bleeding.
“Yeh close?” He asks and she nods again, swallowing thickly. He leans his head to her breasts, kissing her sternum. He spits on each of her breasts, biting, sucking and swirling his skillful tongue against her pink nub.
Persephone brings one of her hands between them to rub at her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. She tugs at his hair again, pushing his face against her cleavage, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her chest.
“Wanna go on top,” She mutters breathlessly, not even sure if he heard her but to her surprise, he does and flips them both over, growling, so she could take control.
“C’mon then,” Harry says, staring at his beautiful wife who is sat on top of him. Her chest and face red, skin glistening of sweat but still glowing like always. He grabs her hips, lifting her up so she can grab his cock, leveling it to her entrance but not before sliding it against her folds, making Harry roll his eyes back in pleasure. She sinks down on to him, balancing herself on him by placing both of her hands on his muscular chest. Harry thrusts up into her as she bounces down onto him.
He grunts, enjoying the sound of loud desperate moans as she fucks him into a bliss. Harry’s eyes close as his orgasm approaches, hands squeezing her arse roughly. Persephone gasps when his hand starts rubbing at her clit again, helping her approach her orgasm quicker. She moans loudly when she feels herself come around his cock, clenching her walls around him as her juices slide down.
“Fuck,” Harry groans loudly in pleasure. “Tha’s it. Jus’ like tha’, my angel.” He praises, dragging out another groan when he releases his cum deep insider her as her arousal washes over him. He lets go of her arse, letting his arms fall beside him on the mattress, calming his breathing as she does the same. The both of them panting loudly and coming off their high. He opens his eyes to look at her, seeing her body almost fall back from how weak and tired she felt but he quickly catches her with his arm.
Harry chuckles, moving her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear as he leans up. “Yeh okay there darlin? Wore yeh out didn’ I? Hm?” He says, kissing her lips.
“Don’t feel like going anymore,” She tells him, wincing when he pulls out of her heat slowly. He watches their arousal drip down her inner thighs and his cock covered in her wetness.
He chuckles, pulling her down to lie beside him, stroking her hair as she rests her head on his shoulder. She kisses his shoulder, resting her hands against his sweaty chest as her thigh hooks over waist. He leans down to kiss her forehead, lips pressing there for five or six seconds.
“Told yeh not t’go but yeh said yeh had to,” He says innocently.
Persephone rolls her eyes, enjoying a few more moments in her husband’s arms before she had to leave.
“I love yeh too, by the way,” he tells her, remembering when she said it to him earlier when he was fucking her with his chest against her back. Persephone grins, kissing his chest again.
I’ll see y’all in hell lmao. I’ve never written so filthy before. Please let me know what you think. Requests are open as well so don’t hesitate to send them in :) Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading xx M
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), First Time Sex
Notes: I have been thinking about this series for the longest time, and here is just the prologue for you guys! It is inspired by a REALLY good movie, called Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa), but it works perfectly for Stiles. Expect great things from this and give me your thoughts!
Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen. The song is japanese, but it goes with the series)
Marinette’s gasp was so sharp it cut into Nino’s back like a knife, the boy instantly jumping and starting to fumble the light pink book in his hands. With a loud crash the box he had taken it from fell to the ground and he was stood facing Marinette’s horrified expression.
“I- I-” he tried to start, closing the book and holding it to his chest, every cell of his body on fire. He was so freaking caught out and confused but man this explained a LOT OF STUFF and-
“You read my diary!?”
He hated it, how betrayed she sounded, and now that he knew what was in there he totally knew why. It was his fault, it was his own fault for being so freaking stupid and lame and irrational and scared over nothing!
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Marinette I’m a- i’m such a jerk, I- seriously I just-,” he faltered again when she charged forward to rip it from him, but when he saw something almost like tears in her eyes the fountain broke, and he just started babbling.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I just- I was talking to Alya and I worry Marinette I worry all the time, and i’m stupid and pathetic but you’re just so- you’re so perfect Mari! And I love you so much and you say it all the time and you always tell me you care about me and I know thats true I know it is, but my brain just FREAKS OUT Marinette. And I was waiting for you in here and the box was open and I knew it was your diary and I just wanted to see what you had said and see what you said when I wasn’t around and what you really thought and- and honestly the superhero thing was just kind of an unexpected other thing that was not what I was looking for but in retrospect it totally makes sense and i’m really proud of-”
“Nino-” she stopped him, and he bit his tongue as he felt the full weight of her stare. It was so heavy and her eyes were a steely kind of ice-blue as she glued him to his spot. She didn’t look betrayed, but she did look… well.
If he had to define it he’d probably say ‘incredulous’.
“You looked in my diary to see if I liked you?!”
Nino didn’t say anything, he just grinned weakly at her as her disbelief blew over into a tirade.
Summary: You have a secret while being able to control water, every time you touch salt water, you transform into a mermaid. You’ve done a good job keeping it a secret from Bucky, but will a new mission jeopardize your secret?
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: I watched Splash and this is what happened…
Requests are open!
It was a normal day in the Avengers tower, everyone was preparing for their next missions. They got Intel that Crossbones was building underwater bombs. So Steve decided to have Y/N and Bucky find where they were. Bucky was sitting in the lab with Tony, trying to waterproof his new prototype arm. He glanced at the glass lab in front of him, he saw Banner and Y/N arguing over beakers of water. She had the ability to control water, why would they argue over it?
Y/N caught the super soldier staring at her, while normally she did like the attention from the man, today was a different story. She marched to the window and pulled the curtain shut so no one could see. “What’s her deal?” Bucky asked.
“Some water stuff, I don’t know…I let banner deal with the water magic,” Tony shrugged, taking the screwdriver out of his arm.
“I should hate you,” she states simply. “And it’s sad. It’s sad that I don’t.”
He doesn’t reply so she continues.
“What I do hate, though, is the fact that you made me think I knew who I was. But I don’t. Not really. I knew who you wanted me to be so I tried to be her. But I’m not her, and I don’t know who I am.” She scoffs lightly.
“I never wanted you to be a certain way, El.”
This makes her scoff again. “Sure you didn’t, Jay. I gotta go.”
After reading this post, I realised the Ned x Catelyn parallel doesn’t have to include a Jon3rys baby for it to come full circle. Catelyn never hated Jon as a person. She hated what he represented and seeing him was a physical reminder of her husband’s betrayal and disloyalty. Jon became a symbol of this blight on Ned’s honour.
Now, Jon is on his way home after bending the knee to Dani after being down south for some time (months? almost a year? damn if I know wtf the timeline is tbh). Aside from sleeping with her, he bent the knee without consulting Sansa or any of the Northern houses. Him coming home with Dani is essentially the same metaphorically as Ned coming home with Jon. He betrayed Sansa (his family) and was disloyal to them. Bending the knee to Dani no matter the circumstances will always be a blight on his honour as their king. After all, no matter what people want to believe, the Northern houses did not elect Jon as their king for him to bend the knee to a southron/foreign ruler. And neither did Sansa.
Since he left, all she’s done is support his claim, try to diffuse the rising tensions, try to keep his army alive and fed, and deal with LF who’s been trying since Day 1 to undermine him. For him to come back and basically confirm everything the Northern houses have been saying betrays Sansa’s loyalty and faith in him. And since Jon and Sansa are neither lovers, betrothed or married, him coming home with a child would not have the same public impact as Jon coming home with Dani, a queen he bent the knee to, in front of his queen regent, who’s been the one standing by his side. That would be on par in public humiliation as Ned coming home with Jon for Catelyn.
History does repeat itself, but to repeat itself in such a literal sense with a baby for Sansa to care for that’s not hers at the end of the story would be too on the nose. It’d be heartbreaking, sure, but it’s also… too much like Ned x Catelyn. I feel like Jon and Dani together and him bending the knee to her will represent the same sort of anguish for Sansa that Ned bringing home Jon represented for Catelyn. What would make this parallel even more like Catelyn’s is if Sansa was already in love with Jon without realising it because then that anguish would be tenfold and she wouldn’t even know why. That’s the kind of twisted pain that GRRM would like.
Just my two cents. Been awhile since I wrote a meta xD