#fairyst4ries

[thefcw]

@fairyst4ries

lips  attacked  him,  her  hands  dragging  up  his  torso  pulling  against  his  shirt  as  she  continued  the  barrage  of  passion  pressed  against  him.    she  knew  it  was  wrong.    demi  wasn't  usually  the  type  to  grab  him  at  work  like  this,    but  she  couldn't  help  it.    she  needed  him.    now.        ❝      we  will  if  you  keep  talking  .ᐟ        .  .  .        relax,    you're  the  one  who  said  i  should  get  out  of  my  head  more.      "    a  small  smirk  graced  her  lips  as  she  threw  his  words  back  at  him,  brunette  not  caring  about  the  others  in  the  building.    

He didn’t know she had the strength in her to push him like that, then again it’s not like he had a chance to react and fight back, “W-well yes but at work?” He lowered his voice a little slightly, squirming in her hold, nervous even though he felt a rush in his body. “And, honey, in my defence had I know this would happen when you get out of your head—“ shit, he did like it so he couldn’t exactly get mad at her now could he? “—god, I love you.” Kissing her hungrily Nathan grabbed her waist and pulled her close.

[hcrrormovie]

|| closed starter || @fairyst4ries || muse || lachlan fraser ||

it has never mattered to lachlan that the two are on complete different levels of the social pyramid. he'd always found time to admire her beauty anytime she'd be in his presence. lachlan always drunkenly admitted to his close friend ( the king ) just how beautiful he'd found the woman to be. a laughter would always follow from the other male. reminding the brunette that she is a no one other than a woman that works under the queen. however that isn't how he'd ever viewed her. tonight though ... he'd looked a little too long. for the first time their eyes connect.

[soulleatr]

receiver   is   supposed   to   be   securing   the   strings   of   sender's   bikini,   but   begins   untying   them   instead. @fairyst4ries

"m'not doing anything, just keep still." except,   when   he   speaks,   you   can   hear   the   smirk   drip   in   his   tone.   he's   meant   to   help   her,   not   undress   her,   but   he   can't   help   himself…   not   when   she   looks   like   that   and   glistens   under   the   sun   with   water   droplets   scattered   across   her   ski.   both   strings   he   was   supposed   to   be   tying   into   a   bow   falls,   then   her   top   does   as   well. 

[loveshard]

@fairyst4ries sent: 7 m/f from spice gif based prompts / memes

it was a miracle the rickety loveseat didn't collapse under them, every lurch of her hips a new threat to the integrity of the furniture and their self-control. the groan of old wood became their soundtrack, threatening at any second to report their every move. not that they were complaining, not in the least. if anything, they were more than ready to begin formally thanking the cosmos for whatever act of divine intervention had landed them here in this moment. "just so we're clear," amir whispered, grinning up at her, both hands sliding up her back, "this is such a bad idea." it wasn't a real protest. their track record in this department was abysmal, and so they knew better than to pretend they'd stop now. the fact that there was a small but significant chance they could get caught? not even in the top ten of their current concerns. "like, genuinely one of the worst."

[loveshard]

@fairyst4ries sent: 12 m/f from spice gif based prompts / memes

gabriel had cleared the morning, anticipating a gauntlet of bad decisions before noon. he silenced the phone, moved two meetings, and left his watch in the bathroom, as if time itself were the one thing that could not be allowed to interfere. the only distraction permitted this early was the woman presently teasing the ridge of his cock, unhurried and impossible to ignore. amber's hair brushed his thighs, the thick strands tickling his skin. his smirk deepened as she took him in, the heat in her mouth so feverish that he had to brace a hand against the headboard to keep his hips from bucking forward. the other tangled at the back of her head, guiding her into a slower rhythm, if she'd let herself be guided. he was on her schedule, at her mercy, and it thrilled him, the relinquishing of control. his head fell back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as the morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, making a mosaic of bare bodies and bruises left behind from the night before. he was completely at ease. "hell," he cursed through an exhale, "that mouth is going to be the end of me."

[chains0flove]

anne lennox starter for princess rosalind based on this (#2) / @fairyst4ries

standing   in   front   of   princess   rosalind,   her   dearest   friend   and   confidante,   anne   felt   nerves   for   the   first   time.   they   had   shared   a   night   together   and   now   she   didn’t   know   how   to   act   around   her.   inside   she   was   giddy   and   excited,   not   able   to   stop   thinking   about   the   experience.   but   what   if   rosalind   didn’t   feel   the   same?   what   if   she   would   rather   forget   it   ever   happened?   the   soft   smile   on   her   face   grew   as   they   walked   together.   “have   you   decided   on   a   dress   for   the   feast   this   evening?"