#annabelle smith

[askglenandorel]

Ykw?

*transbians your Annabelle*

[wildflower-of-the-west-blog]

HCs for Dutch and Annabelle:

@vanderlindeapologists

Sorry I couldn’t fit it into the ask format lol

* Most of these are based off my own interpretation obvi.

I’ve never actually written any down but these were a few that I came up with.

SFW:

Dutch has always been extremely protective of Annabelle

Annabelle is not short at all but she is pretty small in comparison to Dutch’s 6’3 height

Major PDA, they’re all over each other

Annabelle likes to draw Dutch when he’s sleeping, it’s the only time he looks completely vulnerable.

Dutch has a hard time saying “no” to Annabelle, and when he does she rarely listens.

Annabelle loves listening to Dutch read aloud. Sometimes they’ll just spend the whole afternoon together underneath the shade of a tree reading.

Annabelle is actually loved by The Count because Dutch would let her feed, and brush her whenever she wanted so they have a nice bond.

Annabelle likes to give Dutch shoulder and back rubs when he’s stressed, she knows how to work magic with her hands.

If she thinks a plan is stupid, she’ll tell him it’s stupid, and she usually has a better way around the problem.

If Annabelle has a panic attack Dutch will wrap her up in a warm blanket, and hold her for as long as she needs while whispering “It’s alright, honey, I’ve got you, you’re alright.”

Annabelle has and will kill anyone who is a threat to Dutch, and of course the same thing goes for Dutch killing for Annabelle.

NSFW >:D :

Annabelle is not a submissive person and neither is Dutch. When they have sex it’s a fight for dominance, think Mr. and Mrs. smith style.

They love giving oral to each other, Annabelle has had years of practice, and Dutch talks so much, so of course he knows how to use his mouth XD

Annabelle is not a fan of Hotels it reminds her too much about her past, so they mostly have sex in the forest.

BDSM, yes please

But also they can have really passionate sex where it’s slow and loving with a lot of kissing and care.

Foreplay and aftercare are very important

In public they like to tease each other until one of them can’t take it anymore (ehm usually Dutch) and they find a private place to fuck their brains out.

[wildflower-of-the-west-blog]

Dutch X Annabelle: Playing House

Ever since I posted those head cannon’s I wanted to to write something like this, and so here ya go manghoes. I hope ya like it! and feel free to reblog <3

Tags: Fluff, smut, domination

(gif is not mine)

“C’mon it’s just up ahead,” Dutch said. He held out his hand to Annabelle and helped her up the slope. “I wanted to show you this the last time we were in the area, but well, the law got to us before I could.” He led her through the woods a couple yards, until they were standing in front of what he wanted to show her.  The little house had four walls made of stone. Purple flowers grew from the cracks in the rocks. He helped her over what was left of the door: A slanted piece of wood holding on by a rusty hinge. Inside there was an old table, and a chair where the seat had fallen through. Rays of sunlight came in through a hole in the roof.

“It’s beautiful,” Annabelle said.

“I thought you might like it,” Dutch said, “I don’t think anybody’s lived here for years.” He looked into her eyes. “We could change that ya know… Just think of it.” He grabbed a piece of wood and placed it over the bones of the chair so she had a place to sit. “Now, Imagine if you will,” He said opening his arms wide like a circus performer. “Over here we have a big fireplace,” He pointed to a the part of the house that had caved in. “In the evenings we can sit on the couch and read by firelight, then over here...” He walked over to the corner by the door. “You’ll have a kitchen, you can cook you up whatever you desire.”

“Oh goody me,” Annabelle said sarcastically.

“Fine, I’ll cook. Roast beef n’ potatoes, and chocolate cake for desert!” He said. He pretended to have plates of food in his hand and brought them to the table, “For you m’dear,” He set down the invisible plates in front of her.

“Thank you darling this looks delicious!” She giggled.

“And over here we’ll have my phonograph, we can play music all night,” He walked over to the side of  the table and offered his hand out to her. “Would you do me the honor?”

She put her hand in his, and he pulled her up into a tight embrace. They swayed back and forth together. Her head rested against his chest so she could hear the steady thump of his heart beat. She closed her eyes and behind her lids she could see a home.

Annabelle shrieked as Dutch swung her up into his arms. She giggled and kissed him.  He carried her over to where there was a pile of hay on the floor. “And here’s the bed,” He said. He lowered her carefully onto the pile and laid down beside her. “So what d’ya think?” His breath was hot against her skin, “Should we christen this place?”

“Dutch!” Annabelle said, she pushed him away playfully.

“What if I do this?” Dutch said. He buried himself into her neck, kissing passionately from her jawline down her neck.

“Dutch…” She said, but it was already too late. She shivered and sighed, melting against his touch.

“You like that?” He asked.

She pushed herself up and straddled him. Her fingers moving quickly to the buttons of his vest and shirt, popping each one open.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” He smirked.

She kissed down his chest feeling his excitement grow beneath her.

“Good girl,” He moaned.

She grabbed a bunch of his hair and pulled it back so she could look down on him. “Bad boy.”

“Heh. So that’s how you wanna play this?” He asked. She opened her mouth just above above his so he could almost kiss her. The tip of her tongue teased his lips.  He let out a low growl. She let go of his hair. Their lips smashed against each other. He placed his hand on her low back and hoisted her up into the air. She yelped with excitement. He let her down on the table. Her head fell off the side. His hands ripped apart her shirt, buttons flew everywhere. Her head jerked up.

“My shirt!”

“I’ll buy you another one.” He said putting one of her nipples in his mouth, his other hand kneaded her breast. There was hunger in his eyes as he stood up and circled the table. Annabelle’s head hung right at hip level. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock.

“Open,” He commanded. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuck out her tongue. He slid into her mouth, rolling his eyes back as she began to bob her head.  His hands gripped the table as he pushed deeper down her throat causing her to gag. He pulled out. A trail of spit ran down her face and pooled on the floor.

Annabelle sat up slowly, wiped her face with the back of her arm and hopped off of the table. She faced away from Dutch and undid her riding jeans, letting them fall to her ankles.  His breathing became heavy. She bent down and picked up the jeans, throwing them over her shoulder like a mink. She sauntered over to the chair and placed them on the piece of wood. She sat down. Letting out a sigh like she was bored she lifted one of her legs and placed her foot onto table. She began to play with herself, staring him down the entire time.  

He started making his way toward her but she held out her palm, signalling him to stop.

“Uh-uh, I want you to crawl to me,” she said.

A devilish smile came across his face. He got down on his hands and knees slowly, crawling toward her like a lion ready to pounce. He left a trail of kisses along the inside of her thigh. His mouth drawing closer and closer... He held his tongue a centimeter away from her clit and breathed against it.

“Hurry up already!” Her resolve was crumbling.

He licked her lightly, causing her whole body to twitch. Then shoved his tongue inside her. She gasped. His tongue began spelling out the alphabet on her clit. A...B...C. She leaned back against the chair and ran her fingers through his hair. His own finger had made its way inside her.

“Wait!” She panted, “The rings. Remember last time.”

He placed his rings on the table and looked up from between her legs. His finger pushing inside her again. “I thought you liked that,” He said, moving the finger rhythmically, “How I had to go searching…” He added another finger. “... had to look in every nook and cranny,” He curled his fingers so they hit her g-spot. She grabbed the table for support as her whole body shook. He buried his face into her pussy.

“~Ahh!”

He stood up and shoved his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. Then he picked her up and placed her face down against the table. She spread her legs apart as wide as she could. He began to rub his cock against her labia, teasing her by only entering a little then pulling out.

“Do it, Dutch!”

“What do we say when we want things?”

“Pleeease,” She begged.

“As you wish,” He said, They both let out a loud moan as he thrust inside her. He slammed his hips against her, fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Sweat dripped from his forehead down onto her back. He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around her neck. She choked and cooed. Her walls began to tighten and he felt the pressure build within himself.

“Come for me,” He commanded, reaching under the table to play with her clit. He let go of her neck so he could hear her scream with pleasure.

She collapsed onto the table. He pulled out and came on her back. He  use the remains of her shirt to wipe it off.

“Now I really can’t wear that back to camp,” She laughed.

He picked her up gently from the table and carried her back to the “bed”. She laid her head against his chest.

“I love you Annabelle,” Dutch sighed.

“I love ya too, Dutch,” They gave each other a little kiss, then fell asleep in the hay.

[wildflower-of-the-west-blog]

So it's 1am here...

And I just finished my Annabelle X Dutch Smut fic XD

[wildflower-of-the-west-blog]

It's bath time replies babeyy

[mrtomdaley]

[emil-garaboncias-blog]

Dearest Emil. I hope you are having the most amazing time wherever you are! I'm slightly upset with myself that it's taken me this long to write to you. In truth, I don't really have an excuse. I've just been busy with working in the Book store in Hogsmeade. But I'm sure that hasn't a patch on what you've been doing. I hope to hear from you soon. Love Belle.

Dear Belle,

It is so nice to hear from you! It warms my heart to know that you still remember me. 

I have been dabbling in some adventures, you might say. Nothing too dangerous, do not worry. I am still quite the well-behave young man you met not long ago. Time has not moved too fast. Do not apologize for not writing. I have not been the best pen pal, so to speak. 

Working at a bookstore? That sounds fantastic! When I get back, I will make sure to visit you at your station. Perhaps you will allow me to buy you a few butterbeers as well.

Now I am moving to Ethiopia. I have heard wonderful tales about the place, I am sure to learn a thing or two.

Be well, oh lovely one. Hope that you will make room for me in that big heart of yours.

Your friend,

[emil-garaboncias-blog]

Do not worry your little head my dear friend. I will be waiting for your owl but if you ever need anyone to speak to about what has been happening feel free to shoot me an owl and I will be all but happy to listen to you, after all, it is what friends are for is it not? I'm glad you don't find me persistent or annoying as so many before you have done. I will wait patiently for your next owl. -Belle x

For this I am thankful, too. There are matters which one has to deal with in their own time. And perhaps speaking about them would cast a jinx on the situation.

Your kindness has not gone unnoticed. And I treat others as they would me. I do not contain the ego of a half-brained hippogriff like many of our other classmates parade around. I find it to be the work of folly. But, alas, who am I to judge what brings happiness to the mundane wizard or witch. You are a lovely witch, and I am grateful of your attention to my person. And I intend to treat you with the respect someone like you deserves.

I hope our wait is not long. Yet keep in mind, it is not because I have forgotten you that I keep my distance.

Stay safe and may a leprechaun shower you with luck;