thehouseofnagas:

*private, extra enchantments added to ensure no interception is possible*

That’s a serious accusation and I know you wouldn’t say that to guilt us… do you really think she did? Did she tell you? I don’t even know when she would have gotten the chance.

*private, extra enchantments added to ensure no interception is possible*

I’m not accusing anyone of anything, and I’m so not the guilt trip type. 

I can’t tell you how much I wish I didn’t think it happened.  She didn’t specifically tell me, but her inability to answer my question regarding it was answer enough… 

Waking Up || Brittana 

slytherin-snixx:

The shift in Brittany’s demeanor had Santana’s brain swimming. She was not expecting this all. The heightened emotions and tension turned into sexual longing and Santana fully wanted to give in, but wasn’t sure if she should. She wanted Brittany so badly, but should she really do this?Santana quietly scanned her girlfriend’s face; looking over every freckle and mole.  Fuck it. Santana smashed her lips into Brittany’s, her tongue parting soft lips for entrance. Her hands flew up to cup the sides of Brittany’s face as Santana pushed in harder.

The groan that left Brittany’s chest was full of relief and longing, and her hands wasted no time pushing under the lace to fully caress Santana’s breasts.  They were so perfect; the way they fit in her hands was like they had been made for her hands alone.  She returned the crushing kiss, increasing its intensity and passion, sucking softly on the Slytherin’s tongue as it penetrated her.  Turning them toward her bed, she awkwardly started walking them that way, completely unwilling, or possibly unable, to break the kiss for even a moment. 

thehouseofnagas:

*private*
Oh no it’s not cause of the other night. I was just kind of a clutz this morning. If anything I think Santana got the worst injury. The coward tried cursing me when my back was turned and she pushed me out of the way.

We did nothing more than give them a taste of their own medicine. We let them know not to try it ever again. People like them don’t learn by getting detention. They learn by getting it forced through their thick skulls.

*extra enchantments added to ensure no interception is possible*

A Forbidden curse….are you sure? I mean we were together the whole time. It couldn’t have been very effective if I didn’t notice. I mean my dad told me about that. You have to really really feel it for it to work. To be able to hold it. I would have noticed if it had lasted. 

*private, extra enchantments added to ensure no interception is possible*

I… Um…  I guess I could be wrong.  Sorry about that. 

Waking Up || Brittana 

slytherin-snixx:

Santana melts into Brittany’s touch; the tension and anger leaving her body. Santana didn’t know quite how to take Brittany’s latest action; it was confusing. A moment ago the girl was yelling and throwing things. Now she had her hands under the Slytherin’s shirt. Santana’s eyes closed and she took a deep breath. What the fuck is going on? Opening her eyes she lightly gripped Brittany’s forearms with her hands and leaned her head forward so their foreheads were lightly resting on each other. “I wasn’t leaving forever, B. I just thought you needed time…time away from me.” Santana’s voice was very soft and slightly shaky. She didn’t want to lose Brittany forever, but she was nervous that if she stayed she might say something to make that happen. 

Brittany breathed in Santana’s breath, just concentrating on the way she tasted and felt.  The tan hands burned into her arms, making her body tingle.  “Maybe I do; I don’t know.  But not yet.  I need…” she trailed off, not really sure how to voice what exactly it was she needed.  All she knew was that her body was thrumming and everything inside her was telling her to strip the Slytherin naked and make her girlfriend cum until she was literally begged to stop.  “I just need you,” she finished, making a slight effort to move her hands, but not enough to break the smaller girl’s grip.  “You don’t have to do anything… Just please, please let me…”

thehouseofnagas:

*private*
Oh hell no. I hate going to her. I’m fine. The spinning will eventually stop.

….I shouldn’t have asked her to come with me. I should have just done without her. Did… did she umm tell you what happened?

What part about her do you not know cause I mean everyone kind of knows what happens if they cross us. It’s not exactly something that we hide… I mean it’s not exactly our most lovable feature. We did what we had to do. All Sylvester did was cancel quidditch. That doesn’t exactly fix the problem. I don’t know, Brittany. I really don’t know what to say to you except that you obviously know this is only a small part of Santana.

*private*

….  Lillian, dude, you should see a healer.  Even if it’s not Pomfrey.  Did you get hurt last night?  I thought you guys came out fairly unscathed. 

I don’t blame you; it’s not like she’s a follower.  She didn’t give me every single detail, but I got more than just the gist. 

I totally get defending people and stuff like that.  I guess I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the whole going after them and knowing you’re more powerful than them…  It just seems like what they did.  And I’m sure Coach had something else planned, not just the cancelling quidditch deal. 

*extra enchantments added to ensure no interception is possible*

The biggest thing, though, is…  I can’t even fucking believe this is something that needs to be said…  But she used a Forbidden Curse, Lillian… 

thehouseofnagas replied to your post: Motor boat Lillian or tongue Quinn?

Haha umm thanks.

Waking Up || Brittana 

slytherin-snixx:

Santana jumped to the side completely starttled by the shattering glass beside her. None of the pieces touched her skin, but it did scare the crap out of her. She snapped around quickly to face Brittany. “What the fuck Brittany?” she yelled. Breathing heavy, and trying to calm down and catch her breath, Santana stepped around the glass and toward Brittany. “What else am I supposed to say You’re upset, and what I did is in the past. I can’t change it and I wouldn’t want to. What do you want me to do?” Santana’s chest was rising and falling heavily as she tried to control her emotions and not start any fires. That last thing she needed at the moment was for a fire to break out. 

When faced with a perfectly logical question, Brittany found herself woefully lacking for an answer.  Her shoulders slumped and she looked down at her bare feet, her toenails painted in house colors.  “I don’t know,” she whispered.  “All I know is that I can’t help but feel like if you walk through that door, you’re never coming back.  I’m not ready for that,” she admitted.  She had more soul searching to do than she wanted to think about, but at least for the moment, the thought of her girlfriend walking out made her want to die.  “We don’t have to say anything,” she said as she closed the space between them, her hands sliding beneath Santana’s shirt with no preamble. 

Fuck - Rachel (I mentioned the leg to torso ratio, right?  I could wear those legs for earmuffs for days…) 

Marry - Blaine (We’d have a totally cute badger family!!)

Kidnap - Mike (Only to deliver him to Quinn, not that any kidnapping is needed, of course!)

Totally motor boat Lillian.  Like I said, she’s got an awesome rack, and it would just be weird to do anything like that with Quinn.  We’ve known each other since we were zygotes; we’re practically twins! 

And twincest is just wrong. 

Totally depends on for what they’re being used.  I assume you’re thinking something wanky, so I’d have to say either one, as long as I’m the one attaching them to someone else.  I would love to experience having them used on me, but I have yet to find a partner with whom I have enough trust to allow that yet.  Hopefully one day…