snowy-wyvern-heart:

Love leaves marks or so I heard

I love this piece of art SO FUCKING MUCH but realized the other day I hadn’t reposted it. What the hell is wrong with me?? 

Reblogging it now with a snippet from one of my smut chapters.

Swiftly Nil pulled his fingers from her heat and slammed his cock into her in one smooth stroke, and Aloy bit her fist viciously to stifle her instinctive scream of pleasure. That first stroke, the first long thrust of his steel inside of her was exactly what her body was thrilling for, that exquisite juxtaposition of completion and of screaming need in one single motion of his hips.

Slowly and torturously Nil withdrew from her, then thrust into her again with gradually increasing speed until Aloy was bucking off of the table against him in a blur of desperation. His friction inside of her was so flawless, and the dual heat of his  left hand at her throat and his firm right-handed grip on her hip felt so possessive and so right that she inexplicably wanted to sob.

Suddenly Nil released her throat and pulled her fist away from her mouth. “Don’t bite your hand,” he hissed, without breaking the hard, driving rhythm of his hips. “I want you to bite me.”

A fresh roar of animalistic hunger swept through her, making her temporarily light-headed. “Make me,” she taunted.

Nil grinned at her suddenly, a feral, hungry grin that perfectly matched her ruthless desire. Roughly he palmed her breast, then suddenly he twisted her nipple between his fingers.

Aloy let out a sharp cry of pain and pleasure, then pressed her mouth to Nil’s neck and bit hard. Nil’s fingers dug into her hip in response and he gasped.

“Yes. That’s good,” he hissed, then he began fucking her faster and harder, and suddenly Aloy had no choice but to bite the junction of his neck and his shoulder to stop herself from screaming out. Every pumping thrust of his hips both satisfied her and left her desperate for more, and some vague, delirious part of her mind wondered whether she and Nil could just stay here doing this forever. She could be happy with that, as long as she had his hot skin pressed to hers, his hot length inside of her-

Suddenly Nil slid his hands under her butt and lifted her from the table, and Aloy grabbed his shoulders as he carried her over to their fur-and-blanket-covered pallet on the floor. She licked her lower lip absently, tasting Nil’s blood there, and then he was laying her flat on the piles of furs and stretching her arms above her head, holding her wrists down with his left hand.

Read the rest on AO3… 

Source: dolcesiva

nika-vincent:

Favorite male characters from Horizon Zero Dawn.

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HZD Gif – 3.

Male Characters Talking to Aloy: 

Sylens: Why won’t you listen to me?

Nil: Why won’t you fight me?

Erend: Why won’t you love me?

Varl: Why won’t you love me??

Avad: Why won’t you love me???

Source: nika-vincent

Gift Ereloy drabble for darling @horizonfan12. Ya’ll know this isn’t my ship, but I LOVE SUPPORTING ALL THE SHIPS. Photos are by @horizonfan12! 

Drabble takes place immediately after Aloy kicks HADES’ ass.

The battle was won.

Erend couldn’t believe it.

Immediately he checked himself. Of course he could believe it; fire and spit, this was Aloy he was thinking about. He could believe anything when it came to Aloy.

Her hair was whipping in the wind like a victory banner as she gazed down at Meridian Village. Suddenly Erend was running towards her, oblivious to his myriad cuts and bruises. All he knew was that he wanted to be by her side.

She turned towards him with a little half-smile then took a nervous step back, and Erend realized that his arms were outstretched instinctively as though to grab her in an embrace. Awkwardly he stumbled to a halt and lowered his arms.

“You – you did it, Aloy. You did it!” He couldn’t help himself; he squeezed her shoulder, hoping she would take it as a congratulatory gesture instead of what it was: a mild, innocuous physical gesture of affection. By the forge, if she ever allowed him to show her how much he really, really...

Well. His arms weren’t nearly big or strong enough to express that. So he contented himself with squeezing her shoulder instead.

To his surprise, her face broke into a full smile, the corners of her hazel eyes crinkling with joy, and Erend couldn’t breathe; her smile was more brilliant than the rising sun and just as blinding.

“It’s okay, Erend,” she said. Then she tentatively held out her arms.

Erend’s heart skipped a beat. Then suddenly his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, his face was buried in the flames of her hair, and her startled laugh was floating into his ears as he lifted her clear off her feet.

She wrapped her arms around his neck in a gentle hug, and Erend’s heart pounded wildly in his chest. He relished in the sound of his own pulse, like a drumbeat of pure joy that carried the sound of her laughter.

Her laughter. Aloy, the notoriously stern-faced Nora machine tamer, was laughing. Her arms were around his neck and his face was in her fragrant hair, and she was laughing.

And Erend had never been so damn happy in his life.