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[eu-nicola]

everything but casual

summary: a "casual" love between you and rafe

warnings: angst (?)

word counter: 1194

author's note: english is not my first language, i was inspired by a tiktok post

The first time he kissed you, it was almost by accident. You were at one of those beach parties that stretched on until the early hours, surrounded by bodies moving to the rhythm of the music and the scent of the fire mixed with cheap alcohol. Rafe was with his usual group, the same ones who always strutted around as if the whole world was their playground. There was no apparent reason for him to pay you any attention that night. You weren’t part of his circle, not even close. You were just another girl, a friend of a friend who had ended up at the party by pure chance.

But then, when his blue eyes found you in the crowd, something shifted.

You were standing by the fire, hugging yourself to fend off the cool night air. You saw him approach with that lopsided grin he always wore, as if he knew something you didn’t. You didn’t greet him; you had no reason to. But he stopped right in front of you, a beer in hand, leaning in just enough for his words to stay between the two of you.

“And you? Always this quiet, or just when I’m around?”

Your laughter was immediate, more out of surprise than the comment itself. You didn’t even know he knew your name, much less that he had noticed your silence in the few times you’d crossed paths.

“I didn’t know you needed my attention, Cameron,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

That seemed to please him. Or maybe it was the alcohol starting to take effect, but the next thing you knew, his face was dangerously close to yours. And then, he kissed you. There was no warning, no preamble, just the heat of his lips on yours, the taste of beer and something else you couldn’t quite place but left you wanting more.

Nothing else happened that night. You didn’t even talk much after the kiss. But something lingered in the air, a palpable tension that didn’t fade. And when you saw him again a few days later, he acted as if nothing had happened.

That’s how it all began. No promises, no declarations, just stolen moments at parties, glances that lingered too long, and the feeling that whenever you were near him, the world got a little smaller and a lot more intense.

At first, you kept it simple. You thought that’s all it would be: a casual fling, something to pass the time. He didn’t seem like the kind of person who wanted anything serious, and you didn’t want to complicate your life either. But then things started happening that didn’t align with the idea of something casual.

Like the night he took you to his favorite spot on the beach, far from everyone else, and talked to you about his father. It wasn’t something he did with just anyone, you knew that. There was a weight in his words, a vulnerability he hadn’t planned to show you so soon.

“My dad used to bring me here when I was a kid,” he said, staring at the horizon. His voice was low, as if he was speaking to you from a deeply buried part of himself.

You didn’t know what to say. You just looked at him, letting him continue.

“It’s complicated. It was always complicated with him.” He paused, then turned to you, his eyes shining with something you couldn’t identify. Sadness, maybe. Or something deeper.

He spoke about how his relationship with Ward had always been a push and pull, how he admired and hated him at the same time. And then, without warning, he took your hand. It was a simple gesture, but it meant something. You felt it in the way he lightly squeezed your fingers, as if he needed to make sure you were there, that you weren’t going to leave.

That was the first moment you started questioning everything.

If it was a casual relationship, why did he seek you out for moments like this? Why did he call you when he couldn’t sleep or text you at midnight just to say he wanted to see you?

Of course, he kept insisting it wasn’t serious. He told his friends, anyone who asked. ‘It’s a casual thing, no strings attached,’ he’d say, with that grin he always used as a shield. And every time you heard it, something inside you broke a little more.

But then there was everything else.

There was the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention, as if you were the only person in the world. There was the way he whispered, ‘I love you,’ in the most unexpected moments, tangled up with you in bed, the words caught between his lips and your skin.

“I love you, you know?” His voice was soft, almost inaudible, but enough for you to hear it. Then he kissed you with an intensity that almost made you forget everything else.

There was the way he called you ‘my love’ in the mornings, his voice raspy from sleep, holding you like he didn’t want to let you go.

So, what were you to him?

That question haunted you more than you wanted to admit. And even though you tried not to dwell on it, you knew you couldn’t ignore it forever. Because, even though Rafe seemed determined to keep up the facade of something casual, his actions told a different story. And you didn’t know how much longer you could keep pretending it didn’t matter to you.

The moment that hurt you the most, however, was when he took you to his father’s house before he died. You had only been seeing each other for two weeks, if it could even be called dating. But that day, he insisted you go with him.

“I want you to meet someone,” he said, offering no further explanation.

When you arrived, Ward Cameron was there, imposing and evaluating you with his gaze. The conversation was brief, but the gesture meant more than Rafe seemed willing to admit.

Weeks later, when Ward died, Rafe took you with him to scatter the ashes. It was just the two of you, and though he didn’t say much, his hands shook as he held the urn.

“I don’t know why I brought you here,” he murmured after a long silence.

But you knew. He brought you because, even though he’d never admit it, he needed you by his side.

And that was the most confusing part of all.

And despite everything, you stayed. Because even though it broke your heart, you couldn’t help but hope that one day, he’d be able to admit what you truly were to each other.

A few days later, after another cycle of confusion, you fall into bed with him again. He collapses beside you, immediately wrapping his strong arms around your sweaty body, pulling you close to his warm, bare chest. The room is silent, except for the echoes of your heavy breathing, which gradually slow as the sweat on your skin cools in the night air drifting through the windows.

At first, there are no words between you, because none are needed. His fingers begin to slowly trail over your bare skin, tracing every curve, every hollow, as if he’s trying to memorize you. It’s such a soft, reverent touch that it almost hurts.

You curl closer to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. From there, you can hear the steady beat of his heart: constant, firm, almost comforting. That sound always calms you, as if for a moment, nothing else exists in the world but this space, this bed, and his arms around you.

Once again, you’d ended up in his room after a dinner that should have been normal. That was always the excuse. Eating together, laughing a bit, acting as if there was nothing unusual about how you both gravitated toward each other. But it always ended here, tangled in messy sheets, with passion sparking like a flame you couldn’t resist. There was something inevitable about the two of you, as if everything else in the world blurred, and only these stolen moments existed.

What confused you the most was how each time felt less casual. At first, it was easy to convince yourself it was just chemistry, an undeniable physical attraction. But then came moments like this. Moments where the weight of his arms around you felt more like a promise than a mere gesture.

"I love you."

His voice is so calm, so low, that for a moment you think you imagined it. It was so soft, so natural, as if the words had simply escaped without him planning them. You freeze slightly, and he notices.

You lift your head to look at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt, any indication that he didn’t mean it. But his eyes meet yours with an intensity you’ve never seen before, as if he’s waiting for your reaction, as if he’s finally dropped the mask.

"What did you say?" you ask in a whisper, even though you already know the answer.

"I love you," he repeats, this time more firmly, as if he wants to make sure there’s no doubt. And he says it so honestly, with a sincerity that breaks you a little inside because suddenly, everything makes sense. Every glance, every gesture, every night spent in this bed or in his arms. It was always this.

Your heart pounds, and emotion wells up in your throat in a way you can’t control. Your eyes sting, but you’re not sure if it’s happiness or fear overwhelming you. Maybe both.

"I love you too, Rafey," you finally reply, and the words come easier than you expected because it’s the truest thing you’ve felt in a long time.

For a moment, the world seems to stop. His eyes shine with something you can’t quite decipher, and before you can say anything else, he pulls you closer. His lips press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head as he wraps you even tighter, as if he wants to shield you from the rest of the world.

You feel complete. For the first time in what feels like forever, everything fits. His body, his arms, the warmth of his skin against yours… everything feels like a home you didn’t even know you were looking for. And as you hold onto him, you can’t help but believe this is where you belong, where you were always meant to be.

He doesn’t say anything else, but his hands continue to trace soft patterns on your back, as if he can’t stop, as if he needs to reassure himself you’re really there. You know he’s not the kind of person to say those words lightly. Saying “I love you” for him is like removing his armor: dangerous, risky, and yet, he did it. And that makes it all the more meaningful.

You close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment because, deep down, you know those words don’t change the complications that have always existed between you. But for now, it doesn’t matter. For now, you’re here, in his arms, and that’s all you need.

And he feels the same. You sense it in the way he holds you, as if he never wants to let you go. As if this is the only place where you can both truly be yourselves, without masks or pretenses. As if, for once, you’re perfect. Forever.

[bethelighthalazia]

Obliviously obvious

Summary:  Your friends tease you and Changbin until one of them takes it a little too far.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

Word Count:  1194

Warnings: none

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

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“Why don't you tell him, y/nnie?” Jeongin asked you for the probably hundredth time. Your friend knew about your feelings for Changbin and when he found you watching his hyung once again, the younger one tried to talk you into confessing to the rapper. “Because he would never feel the same, Innie. I'm not his type, believe me.” Was your answer, completely unaware of the feelings Changbin had developed for you ever since you became their choreographer. Some of the other boys noticed and it seemed like they made it into their personal mission to make you confess.

A few days later, you were sitting in the practice room with all the boys. You´re watching the dance practice to see where the guys can improve and what they did very well. While doing so, Minho was peeling some oranges for you and his members, handing you some of the pieces, but Changbin took them before you could, causing your best friend to shoot a glare at the younger male. “No no, hyung, y/nnie doesn't like the white stuff around it.” He mumbled and proceeded to peel the pith off of the orange slices before then handing them over to you. For you, this altercation was something normal, after all, the two of you are best friends, the others though, they just stare at you for a few moments. 

“She doesn't like the white stuff, eh?” Hyunjin asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows, but then chuckled. “It's the pith of the orange. It has a name and it's not ‘white stuff’, Binnie.” Changbin was about to give a snarky remark, but a look from Chan lets everyone go quiet again to focus on the video. When you finished your orange, you got up again and smiled, looking at the boys. “Should we try again? Jisung, you have to be a little faster, or else you could hit Minho. And you, Hyunjin, please calm those hips, yes? Yongbok is not a strip pole,” you chuckled, getting in position while the others gather around. “Oh, Binnie, your shoelaces are loose.” Again, some of the others shot you and Changbin a glance, who thanked you with a smile and crouched down to tie it properly again. 

A few hours later after practice, you all were gathered in the dorms, the boys usually invited you even though you were ‘only’ one of the background dancers and their choreographer, but you had such a close bond to them all by now. One of them actually fell in love with you over time; Changbin. And if he knew that your heart beats faster for him too, it would be a lot easier. 

You found yourself sitting next to him again, casually chatting while you all waited for the food, you were having a bbq together, and the others were watching you two with an amazed expression. It was very obvious for everyone that the two of you were head over heels for the other, just neither of you seemed to realize that. While you and Changbin were talking about music, he was casually cutting some meat for you and putting it on your plate, he even offered you some with his chopsticks that you ate without thinking about it. “Will you wipe her mouth too, hyung?” Han asked in a joking manner, a grin plastered all over his face, he just couldn't resist teasing.

“Yah, I could ask Minho hyung the same, Jisung!” Changbin hissed, his face covered in a light blush. It wasn't that he wouldn't want to do it, but it probably would be a bad idea, after all he doesn't know if you would be comfortable with it. “Huh, me?” The older one asked with a raised eyebrow, head tilted while looking at both of you, your face flustered as well. “I'm not the one shooting heart eyes to our choreographer.” Minho's words caused you to look up, blinking slowly. You hadn't really listened to them, but a chuckle from some of the others had pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I- I don't!” Changbin tried to defend himself, but the stutter and the blushing did not help at all. A laugh coming from the other end of the table let everyone perk up, looking at Seungmin who was the source of it. “We all have eyes, hyung! You're so obvious, it's a miracle that y/nnie hasn't noticed already. Even Hyunjin knows that you fell for her! Well, she hasn't noticed tho, otherwise she'd have confessed to you already…”

These words caused two pairs of chopsticks to drop onto the table with a clattering noise that cut the deep silence of the others. Your eyes wide, you tried to process what happened just now, your heart thumping hard in your chest. Did Seungmin say Changbin likes you? This probably was just a joke, right? Even Jisung sat there, silently staring at the two of you, jaw dropped. Only then, Seungmin realized that he possibly either has caused a big fight, or he has helped you, not entirely sure yet what it would be. 

Changbin on the other hand just sat there, swallowing hard as he looked down at his hands. Should he just seize the moment? What if you don't like him like this? He could lose his best friend, just because his heart had to find its way to you. 

“Binnie?” You asked quietly, blinking as you tried to process the situation right now. “Is- is that true?” The others just look at you two, Chan already mentally preparing himself to intervene if necessary while Minho shoots Seungmin a glare, the younger one praying that he didn't just destroy a friendship here.

After a few more minutes of silence, in which everyone is just staring at Changbin and you, the rapper then exhales slowly, fumbling with his pocket for a bit before pulling out an envelope. “Uhm…yeah. I- I actually wanted to- to ask you out, but-” He starts, his hand shaky as he puts the envelope on the table, his face deeply flustered. “Uhm…there's a carnival in town and I know you like those, so…I wanted to ask you to go there with me and then…you know…tell you-” Seeing him this flustered brought a deep blush onto your face as well, your heart beating so loud in your chest, you'd swear that the others could hear it too.

In the silence that followed, you tried to sort your thoughts. Changbin, your best friend and the man you fell in love with, also has feelings for you? Very slowly, as this revelation settled in, a smile appeared on your lips as you took his hand to give a gentle squeeze to it. “I- I would love to go with you.” you whispered, causing him to let out a relieved breath, his usual happy smile growing on his face again. 

With this, the others slowly turn their attention back to the food, Chan giving you a reassuring and proud smile before he also continues eating. Changbin and you stay leaned against each other, enjoying the slow beginning of a journey you'll take on together. 

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The Hybrid House | ateez x reader

Pairing: hybrid!ot8!ateez x rich!girl!reader

Genre: fluff, romance, slice of life

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1194 words

a/n: this chapter is a little bit shorter than I intended it to be...honestly, I've been trying to work through some burnout I've been experiencing. A while back I made a post indicating that updates will be every two weeks but sometimes, I might not have the chapter ready in time :( I'm still writing, and updates will be coming for this story and Aurorise but it might be slow updates for a little while. I've been trying to find motivation by working on other works when I have inspiration so if you'd like to check some other works you can check out my masterlist! I've currently released Chaotic Good, The Aurora Academy of the Arcane and a Seonghwa soft hours! Thank you for being patient! Can't wait to share more! Happy reading! <333

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Chapter 3

“I can’t believe I’m getting to see the great estate that has your family seething with jealousy!” Yeonjun expressed excitedly. 

You roll your eyes playfully at Yeonjun’s antics. While he continues to animatedly express his thoughts about the situation, you sit quietly beside him in the passenger seat fiddling with your fingers and lost in thought. There’s a nervous feeling that’s beginning to slowly creep in, and you’re twisting your palms in anxiousness to help calm yourself but failing miserably. 

Initially, you weren’t like this, but when it finally dawned on you that you would possibly be seeing your childhood friend again, time seemed to slow down and freeze. So many thoughts began to race into your mind and you found yourself slowly spiraling into panic. Truth be told, you weren’t prepared to face some of those thoughts if they happened to be true.

Your friends have probably settled with someone and moved on with their lives as they should, but for you, there was that slight twinge of disappointment and sadness lingering. 

Especially when it came to Yunho.

As Yeonjun exits Seoul and you’re currently on the wide and empty stretch that leads to your Great Aunt’s mansion, you roll down the window for a breath of fresh air. But as you glance outside, the familiar stretch brings back memories. Your mind flashes back to you and Axel in the car on the way to the estate and the few times you and the boys accompanied your Great Aunt to Seoul. 

Yeah, you were kind of a wreck right now in the emotions department.

“Are you okay?”

Yeonjun’s question snaps you out of your daze and you turn to him confused.

“Huh? What?”

I asked if you’re okay. You weren’t listening to me and it hurt my feelings.” he jokes.

You glare at him playfully before lightly smiling at his attempt to make you feel better.

“Just have a lot on my mind.” you hum.

“I know it must be tough,” he says, “I was just trying to lighten the mood before but I know it’s hard to go back after all these years. You didn’t get to see Great Aunt in so long and now, you’re seeing her but not the way you hoped it’d be.”

“It’s on me,” you answer, “After moving away from my family, I could’ve visited her but…I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to tell her about Axel and I didn’t know how to face my friends.”

“It’s not your fault your parents are dysfunctional when it comes to interacting with people. You’re not like them.”

“I didn’t know they said hurtful things to them and their parents behind my back that night. When I heard them gloating with their friends about it, I knew I could never face my friends again.”

“Your friends know you aren’t like them and your Great Aunt would’ve contended to that. Is it also because of your feelings?”

When you befriended Yeonjun at the banquet where you found out what your parents did, you ranted and broke down in front of him that night about everything that weighed on your chest from your brother Axel to your lingering feelings for the boys notably Yunho.

Yes you were young and you knew that, but you had never met genuine people like them before. So call it puppy love or infatuation but they were special to you in a special way. 

“I don’t know.” you sighed.

Before the conversation could continue, you recognized the mansion up ahead. The huge gates slowly opened as you approached and as you entered the property, the full view of what you used to consider your second home was now right in front of you. It wasn’t the same the last time you were here. It was now painted in a white and gold combination with more large rose bushes of red and pink adorning the front and numerous new balconies overlooking the hills. There was also now an ostentatious golden-plated and neon-lit fountain in the middle with vines wrapped around the base and surrounded by freshly planted hydrangeas. 

You were absolutely mesmerized.

As you step out of the car, you notice a ball of black fur has straightened himself upright as he notices your presence. The adorable black cat greets you by watching intently as you walk up the stairs. As he sees the smile gracing your face, he hops down from his position and meets you halfway down the large stairway. You bend down to his level to pet him and the cat basks gleefully in your embrace and snuggles up close to you in your lap.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it Youngie?”

The cat purrs lovingly at the mention of his name. Sadly, his moment is cut short by the shrill scream of Yeonjun.

“OMG you have a cat here too!?”

You turn to acknowledge Yeonjun’s question but little did you know, the cat is not amused. After being frightened and interrupted by Yeonjun, the cat judges your friend intensely. And when you get up from your spot much to the cat’s disappointment to talk to Yeonjun who swings an arm around you and begins chatting away with you, the cat decides there and then that he doesn’t like him. 

“You can do this. Remember I’m here so you’re not alone.”

He nudges you towards the large front door and gives you a thumbs up. But before you can knock, the door opens and a tall man stands front and center, his long hair beautifully tousled and his glasses a little slanted on the bridge of his nose. When he sees you, he breaks out in a gleeful smile and adjusts his glasses. You’re taken aback and your heart begins to do somersaults as your register who it is.

“Y/N?” he asks sweetly.

“Hi Seonghwa.” you answer.

In the meanwhile, Yeonjun stands in the middle of the stairway and gazes at the vast estate. He was also mesmerized at the grand and expansive property and the intricate details that were taken into consideration. However, he hadn’t noticed the black cat judging him at the side with his tail swishing menacingly as if the wheels were turning inside his head.

When Yeonjun finally takes note of him, he smiles and skips over to pet him but instead of giving in…the cat lets out a menacing meow and begins to chase him.

And while you’re inside trying to find the right words to say as you wait for Seonghwa to return from the kitchen, you hear Yeonjun’s screams and him shouting your name.

“Y/NNNN, HEEEEEELP!”

Seonghwa quickly runs in hearing the commotion and when the two of you rush outside, you’re met with the sight of Yeonjun running and the cat chasing him. 

“What-”

You turn to Seonghwa who watches on calmly as if this has happened before. But before you can ask, he calls out for someone inside the mansion you weren’t expecting to see.

“San! Go get him.”

And when San appears, in a white tank top that’s covered in a little dirt and black pants, you feel like you’re losing your mind.

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Delicious (Shrek x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Shrek x gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1194 POV: Second Summary: Let's get shreksy Note: Literally disappearing, posting my annual Shrek smut, then dipping again huh. Did not even proofread this. Tags: fingering, optional ass to mouth, cunillingus/anallingus, dirty talk(?), this is satire and size kink

Huge green hands clasp around your waist and pull you closer. “Are you saying you want me?” A deep and sultry voice coaxed a shiver to run down your spine. His seductive tone was like sparks near a tank full of gasoline. 

“That is more or less what I said,” you whispered against his sleek skin. You shifted to get more comfortable in his lap. A grin stretched over your flushed face. “You’re so big… I assume that is everywhere the case.” 

A rumbling chuckle vibrated through his broad frame. You could feel it in your most intimate parts. “You’re so naughty”, he teased. When your eyes met his chocolate orbs, you could see the hint of playfulness glistening within those pools of mud. “But you are right. I am big everywhere.” 

The confirmation did not help dousing the flames of passion that came to life within you. You leaned in again to kiss his cheek and whisper against his flesh. “Your ears… they look sensitive…” You reached up and traced a teasing finger along one of the protrusions. The hitch in his breath confirmed your suspicions. “They are one of your erogenous zones, aren’t they?” You touched the cartilage more boldly, running your fingers from the base to the tip.You dipped your finger in just a little. Your ministrations were met with a deep growl and a growing mound under your hips. 

“Yeah they are…” Shrek took a deep sigh. “That feels good…” You grin and reach up with both hands now, rubbing and toying with his ears. The ogre under you groans deeply in response to your nimble fingers playing with him. After a while, you can see Shrek gritting his teeth. “Shit, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he groans. You grin and tighten your grip on his ears. You give them a soft, experimental tug. “Fuck!” Shrek cried out as his cock jerks inside his pants and a wet spot grows underneath you. The smell of onions fills the room and you can feel the increasing pool of cum soak through both your clothes. You keep playing with his ears, mesmerised by the intense reaction he has to it. You only stop once large hands grab onto your wrists and pull your hands away. 

Shrek is panting, his eyes staring lasciviously into yours. You smile triumphantly and crane your neck to kiss him. “I can only imagine how much you’ll cum inside of me when I tug on your ears while we fuck.” Shrek growls against your lips. His cock is growing under you again as he devours your mouth. You grope his manboobs as you make out with his sizable mouth. You could feel his hands on your ass, squeezing and groping your cake. 

“I may not fit inside of you,” he warned, unknowing how much that turned you on. “Maybe with some practice, but unlikely today.” He sounded concerned and you were having none of that. 

“Then train me to take it. Spread me on your huge fingers until I can take you big fat ogre cock.” Shrek’s grip on your ass tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath. He hummed in approval and lifted you up. He unceremoniously put you on his bed and started ripping your clothes off like a wild animal in heat. 

After treating you like a present made to be unwrapped, he admired your naked form. “That’s gorgeous,” he sighed as if he was out of breath. I guess you could say he thought of you as breathtaking. A little glance down left little to the imagination as that gigantic ogre dong formed a giant tent in Shrek’s trousers. He leaned over you to grab the lube from his night stand. With a single finger he spread it over your hole. You grinded against his finger, sighing at the pleasure of your body rubbing against his, his rough, calloused fingers providing the perfect friction against your arousal. “Relax for me,” Shrek whispered, before pushing the tip of a single finger inside you. 

A moan escaped your lips as his large finger entered you. “Fuck, one of your fingers is almost the size of the average human cock.” Shrek chuckled at your assessment and slowly started pumping his finger in and out of you. The stretch was fine, but Shrek’s cock was easily the width of two or even three of Shrek’s fingers and right now you had no idea how you were going to fit that inside of you. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to take your cock…” 

Shrek kissed your face tenderly. “I don’t know either. You’re so tight around my finger, but we don’t have to go all the way today. We can wait until you are ready.” He then let another finger slip inside you. You whimpered as the two digits entered you. A pained moan escaped you when he started scissoring those two meatsticks apart. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, just bear with it for a bit, ok?” Shrek caressed your hair as he kept testing the limits of your body with his meaty fingers. He pours more lube and the cold liquid feels like a blessing. You slowly relax as the pain fades and all you can feel is the delicious, pleasurable stretch of green inside you. “Good job, little one, you’re taking it so well now.” His lips soothe the tension between your brows, coax your whole face to relax with the lightest brush. “That’s it, give yourself over to the feeling,” he mutters as his kisses trail down your body. 

You gasped as you could feel his muscular tongue running over your most sensitive spots. His lips wrapped around it, sucking strongly as his fingers worked you open. Curses poured like a waterfall over your lips as your impending orgasm came closer and closer. Shrek made a comment about your juices that fell onto deaf ears. You could only hear your body sing with pleasure as those swamp-trained digits massaged your inner walls. “Give me a third. I can take it. Please…”

Shrek seemed hesitant, but fulfilled your request anyway. A deep guttural moan escaped you as that third finger entered your stretched hole. “Breathe through it,” Shrek gently instructed as his tongue played with you, while his fingers split you in two or maybe even three. Between licks and nips, praises flew out of his mouth, filling you with more than just his fingers. Warmth pooled in your body as he made you feel good both physically and mentally. “Cum for me,” came the gentle instruction from between your legs. 

It was like your body had been waiting for it. A sharp breath later your body was tensing up and Shrek hummed while he lapped up your cream. His fingers split you open until your orgasm has been milked out and you were begging him to stop. He pulled them out and stuck them into his mouth. A grin spread over his face as his chestnut eyes locked onto yours. His fingers were pulled from his mouth with a loud pop. The ogre licked his lips without looking away. “Delicious.”

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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1194

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Imagine a whumpee who’s been sick for a few days, then randomly at 2am one night their fever breaks and they wake up really disoriented but can’t get back to sleep. So they get up, make a snack that they don’t end up eating, read for a while without any of the words on the page sinking in, and fall back asleep at 4am. They’re found in the morning by their caretaker and the only reason the caretaker knows they were up is because all the lights are still on. 

OR alternatively the caretaker hears them get up and goes to see what they’re up to, and ends up engaging in a totally delirious middle-of-the-night conversation with the whumpee at 3am. 

[infernalodie]

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 || 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐫-𝐄𝐥

“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘢𝘩 𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩“

Inspo: Chase Atlantic - PLEASEXANNY Chase Atlantic - Tidal Wave

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Kara knew this wasn’t right, but she needed you...

Warnings: Faint angst, kidnapping, branding, stockholm syndrome, mindless smut, praise kink, fingering and overstimulation.

Words: 1194

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“So fragile for someone who promised me you would be strong. So disappointing.”

Tears streamed down your cheek, eyes puffy with the crimson complexion to them. Body quivering under Kara’s twisted gaze that didn’t shed a single ounce of mercy. The smell of burnt flesh plugged your senses as you fought the cold sweat. Still very aware of the ache between your legs that Kara wouldn’t help you deal with.

“I-I’m doing m-my best, Daddy.” Kara could only scoff at such a statement. You’d been sobbing since she plunged her fingers into your cunt. Fingers curling and pulling you skillfully toward the high you’d been begging her for.

But the moment she lasers her name into your name, that’s when you give up. It left a sour taste in her mouth that she fully expected you to fix. Which explained why she wasn’t going to give you any more of her help.

Kara ran her thumbs over the raw etchings of her work. Smirking at the sweet cries that echoed past your lips, wiggling beneath her vice grip. “Your best is not good enough, petal. I expect much more from you,” she said, “and I am waiting for you to prove yourself.”

You managed a whimper, shifting in her hold. But her thumbs continued to trace the wounds, enjoying your pitiful state. “Come on. Show me why you deserve to cum.”

Being under her calculated and judging gaze left you unsure of how to prove yourself to her. A month ago, you’d been fighting with her and paid the price for expressing the clear lunacy she displayed by kidnapping you. But now, you were trying to please someone who wasn’t afraid to hurt you. Clinging on to promises that she made that some small part of you knew wasn’t true. Because there was another part of you that loved her dearly.

Sitting up carefully, you pressed soft kisses along her neck. Eager to taste more of her skin on your tongue. Kara could feel your hands tremble, hesitant to grasp her forearms. She could hear your uneven breaths simmer to a steady labour.  Likely feeling the heavy exhaustion of the burns taking their toll on your state. But you continued to try and please her. Defiant to not let this night be full of disappointment.

So, you did more than you knew you were capable of in this state. Hoping that would get Kara interested in giving you what you needed.

She tilted her head, allowing you to press further against her. Her hands explore your sides. Letting you rest on her thighs and run your hands through her short strands of hair. Nails gently digging into her scalp with your teeth nipping at her jaw. And her eyes rolled back, hands slightly clenching on your sides and kneading at the flesh gently.

“So good for me. Such a good girl.” Her lips curled into a grin feeling you pressed further against her. “I’m never letting you go again, baby. Never again.”

Kara tried to step away—letting you live your life. She tried to focus on her powers and put them to use. But seeing you move on with someone new hurt. So, she promised herself that she would keep you to herself and that even if you are allowed the chance to leave her home, you would be known as hers. No matter how far and who helped you get away from her, they would know by the brand across your stomach that a storm was coming their way if they aided you in hiding.

She knew what she was doing to you wasn’t right. But acknowledging that; did it make her insane? If she recognized her problems, did it ultimately make her a bad person? See, she believed it didn’t. As long as she was honest, she believed this was just who she was. And she would eventually do what she could to change for you. But that wouldn’t happen until you gave yourself to her entirely.

One of her hands slid between the two of you, fingers slipping through your slick folds. Her smooth palm pressed against your clit, making you inhale sharply. Seizing the faint rock of your hips as you held her tighter.

A soft laugh fell from the Kryptonian’s lips, her other slightly patting your side. “You earned it, sweets. Go ahead.”

Her permission turned you into a puddle of eagerness. Rocking your hips without a set rhythm with your face mere inches from Kara. Eyes swimming in her twisted loving gaze that you remembered used to be pure.

Pushing thought away, you peppered her skin in kisses. Thriving off the fact that her little hums of approval were gifted with a faint delve of her fingers into your cunt. Ever so slightly pulling and tugging at the knot that slowly became increasingly tangled with each roll of your hips.

“Good girl. Keep it up.” Kara kneaded at the fat of your hips. If she had the choice, she would have your sable skin pressed against hers each moment of each day. And seeing you this desperate only made her wish upon it more. Drop everything superhero related to just be near you. Put you in this state constantly and have you for herself. She never wanted anyone to see you or ever have a sinful thought of you.

She wanted you for herself.

Eventually, your hips began to move roguishly. No deadset rhythm. Just desperation is found in your movements. The sweet little noises that fell from your swollen lips. And no matter how sore your hips were, you chased after the high.

So, Kara indulged herself by dipping two fingers deeper into your entrance. Gently prodding the soft spot that made you shiver against her. Each thrust was accompanied by a gentle press, slowly tugging you toward the summit you sought out.

And eventually, the knot snapped and the way your eyes clamped shut and muffled moans filled the plain cage was enough of an indicator for Kara who thrust three fingers into your dripping cunt. Ripping a sharp gasp from you as her fingers fucked up into you at an unimaginable speed.

Kara took amusement in the way your eyes rolled back and your cries of pleasure were sent directly into her ear. Barely able to comprehend or focus on what you felt. Bliss, numbing, overstimulation–they were all so much at once. And any chance that you tried to speak, it was full of incoherent cries as you drooled on her shoulder. Your nails embedded into your skin and pulled at her suit ruthlessly.

By the time Kara was done, you were a twitching sobbing mess. Your mind is barely able to formulate a thought not related to the constant shivers running down your spine. Or the inside of your thighs tensing and squeezing around the woman in front of you. Sharp and choked breaths fell from your mouth as you rested your head against Kara’s shoulder. A thin string of spit hits the woman’s chest as she gently caresses your hips.

“I’m never letting you go, Y/n. You’re mine till your last breath.”

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Grabby Hands (fluff)

Requested?: No

words: 1194

One Shot: Damian gets overwhelmed at a gala and Jason is willing to save him.

overwhelmed!Damian Wayne & bigbrother!Jason Todd

I have no idea what i am compensating with this but enjoy (Im very nervous to post this but yolo (im dying inside))

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. Not for the same reason as Bruce though. Bruce hated the fakeness of these events. For Damian the lights were too bright, the people too many and too intense and every interaction too unpredictable.

His father made sure to introduce him to these kind of attention as early as possible. The excitement over Bruce Wayne's biological son was ginormous and Gotham was crazy to finally be introduced to the 10-year-old.

Damian hated the attention. The journalists. The flashing lights and the never ending paranoia that every false step would end up being abused on Twitter or in the next edition of the Gotham Times or Gotham Gazette. You never know.

Secretly, Damian looked up at Dick for his ability to easily handle these social events, as much as he hated them himself. It was like a skill. A skill that he couldn't seem to figure out. He always got stressed before the events which only increased over the course of the evening.

Most of the times, he managed to work through these events and then would hide in his room for three days until the noises were back to normal and he could talk to someone again without snapping at anyone or going non-verbal again.

Today's gala was different. Bad. Very bad to be exact. Damian had forgotten the reason for this event. It took place at Wayne Manor so Bruce must have had serious reasons to host it but Damians brain was empty tonight.

The suit was too itchy. Why do they make suits out of wrong material? The tie was too tight. Breathing, he needed oyxgen! Damian fumble around with his tie a little.

"Misses Davenport, this is my son Damian." Damians gaze shot up. Right in front off him stood an elder women with a babyblue and silver-sparkly dress. A silver tiara throned on her grey perm. She was far past her best ages. She smelled like old lady.

He couldn't remember who the women that his father just introduced him to was. Where did she come from? With who was she here? How was he supposed to talk to her?

Damian forced himself to smile at her. He had practiced this smile in front of the mirror a million times after his father told him to not look so grumpy when they were in public all the time.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest." The women cooed, her voice was too high-pitched. She ruffled Damian's hair. He wanted to wince, his skin was sensitive, she needed to stop touching him!

Halfway through the gala, Damian wanted to scream and cry. The lights made his eyes burn and all these voices seemed to flood over him. After he had spent 15 minutes in the bathroom, he had followed Jason around for the last half an hour like a stray kitten to avoid getting caught up in a one-to-one conversation.

While Jason was caught up in a conversation with god knows who, Damian's gaze wandered off into the distance. The dark night was nice. He wanted to wander off into the dark and curl up somewhere nice and silent. Wander off to a quiet place where he could cuddle Titus and Alfred the Cat and just be. He wondered if someone would noticed if he would disappear from this event to spend some times with his pets. Maybe a short visit to Batcow was just what he needed...

"Hey Shorty. Sup?" Damian snapped out of the very comfortable train of thoughts about his pets. Jason was standing right in front of him and looking down at him.

Damian looked at him puzzled. After a few moments, he opened his mouth but his throat was shut tight. Luckily Jason just continued talking without waiting for his answer. "You've been rocking on your toes and staring off into the distance for the last 20 minutes. What's wrong with you?" Jason asked. Suddenly he squad down to Damian's height.

Damian tried to say something but the noises were back and the bright light was replacing the darkness he was craving. The words got stuck in his throat together with a desperate sob. At this point he was done. His brain was cooked, his skin was burning.

Withdrawal.

Damian extended his hands a little and made weak grabby hands towards Jason. Jason rolled his eyes but proceeded to pick Damian up. "Told B you couldn't take 'dis shit again." Damian heard Jason murmur while he hid his face into the older boys neck to block out the light.

Damian felt Jason walking, he was embarassed but at the same time he was finally out of responsibility and able to relax a little. He stiffened up a little as he heard a high pitched voice.

"Ohh, poor boy. What happened?" The women in the blue dress, Damian was able to recogize a light Gotham accent in her voice now. "Oh, it is already way past his bedtime. He is very tired." Jason chuckled, it was obviousy fake. Other than Damian, the elder woman didn't seem to recognize the fakeness because she dropped the conversation immediatly.

Damian felt Jason walking for a while before he headed up some stairs. The noises started to subside in the distance. Suddenly, the chilly temperature of the garden disappeared and it got significantly warmer. Jason had carried him into the manor and was now heading upstairs again, probably carrying Damian into his room.

"Im gonna kill you, Todd." Damian grumbled into Jasons neck while he fumbled with his tie to loosen it a little.

Jason chuckled, Damian could feel his chest vibrating against his smaller body. "Sure thing, babybird, kill me all you want. You were the one making grabby hands." Damian growled embarassed and buried his face deeper into Jason's shoulder.

Jason opened Damian's bedroom door with his elbow and pushed it open with his hip. He set the smaller boy down on the queen size bed and Damian curled up immediatly. It was dark, the only light came from the moon shining through the half-opened curtains. The event taking place in the garden was barely audible from here.

Damian immediatly wanted to doze off when something soft hit his face. He blinked drowsily, Jason had thrown his pyjamas in his face. "Change." He ordered while he was already heading back out to the door. "Need something else?" He asked while he turned around again.

Damian looked at his pyjamas for a few moments before he looked up. "Cat." He said finally. Jason gave him a smirk but nodded. "I'll go find your feline friend, you change." Before Damian could answer someting, Jason had closed the door.

The younger boy slowly started to open his tie and the buttons of his jacket. After what seemed like eternity, Damian had changed into his pyjamas and his gala clothes laid forgotton on the floor. His skin slowly stopped burning when it touched the cool sheets and when his head touched his pillow, he sighed deeply.

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. But at least there were people to understand his grabby hands.

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Same thing on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397962

[jongbross]

hi! can i please request a kyungsoo x f!reader fix where it’s an unestablished relationship and they work at a convenience store together while in college. kyungsoo is very shy/introverted but your asshole ex shows up and you see a whole new side of kyungsoo when he randomly protects you. thank you!

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 1194 genre: fluffy i guess? idk warnings: kyungsoo being a threat, but also kyungsoo being awkward and cute, swearing, physical fight (?) a/n: can i date him? please let me date him

"the store is closed", you heard kyungsoo say and instantly frowned. what did he mean ‘the store was closed’? you still had about 30 minutes before the end of the shift, and he knew that very well.

do kyungsoo was a shy, quiet, sometimes even intimidating guy, but he wasn't one to play around while working - that's why you left him at the store while you organized the stock at the back, risking another item from your to-do list for the next day.

but it was only when the customer said something you couldn't quite understand, and kyungsoo mumbled back at them, that you thought that maybe you should see what was happening. customers were customers, no matter what and no matter what time they decided to stop by the store.

but, wait... were they really?

the moment you stepped into the front of the store, you immediately felt like turning around and walking away.

of course your ex should be the one causing trouble. of course you had to see him after weeks of him ghosting you.

"y/n, hi!", he said with a smile as fake as his feelings for you. "i almost thought it was your day off."

you walked behind the counter, beside kyungsoo. with a soft hand on his arm, you tried to smile at him, mumbling a 'i got this'. he only took a few steps back to give you some room though.

"um, yeah... i was at the back, doing some things", you explained, even though you knew you didn't owe him shit. "why are you here?"

your ex started to hum to a tune, grabbing a few snacks and a beverage before walking up to the counter. he smiled at you again, dropping his items and leaning in.

"i needed to grab a few things", he said. "plus, i missed you. i was thinking about inviting you over this weekend."

"if you missed me, why didn't you reply to my texts?"

just for the sake of it, you should see the frown kyungsoo did behind you when he heard your words.

"my phone broke down, i didn't know you had texted me!", he gasped. "shit, i'm so sorry, darling."

"i'm not your darling."

you started to beep his items as you spoke, trying not to look at him anymore.

"anyways", he chuckled. "i've been thinking about you, and i feel like we should talk. my roommate won't be in town this weekend, so why don't you come over? i can make us some pasta..."

"sorry, that is a no to me", you said, quickly pointing at the monitor beside you. "cash?"

your ex followed your gaze to the monitor, starting to pat his pockets.

"fuck, i think i forgot my wallet at home", he faked a groan. "can't you put it under your name? i'll pay you this week."

"hell no, last time you didn't pay me shit and the amount was taken from my salary", you frowned. "if you can't pay for it, then we can't sell it."

your ex tilted his head at you, annoyed. "why you gotta be like that?"

"like what?"

"all i did was love you, and now just because we broke up, you're suddenly all mean to me?"

you gasped. "you really don't wanna do this now."

"i'm trying to be nice, to get us back together, but you won't even give me the chance", he complained. "you cunt."

as you were ready to fight back, you felt a warm hand on your arm, pulling you aside and taking the place in front of your ex.

"say that again", kyungsoo threatened in a low voice. "i dare you."

"say what?", your ex smirked. "cunt?"

everything kind of happened way too fast. you gasped at the same time your ex screamed, as kyungsoo grabbed his ear and pulled with a strange amount of force.

kyungsoo walked around the counter, not letting your ex go for a second, despite his complaints and curse words.

"kyungsoo! oh my god, let him go!", you exclaimed, but it was a mystery if he was listening or not.

"apologize", he demanded. when your ex didn't reply, kyungsoo just tugged at his ear tighter. "i said apologize."

"i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry!"

"good."

with that, kyungsoo quite literally dragged your ex across the whole store, ignoring the way you were following him, not a single emotion shown on his face. he only stopped once he was outside the store, where he pushed your ex until he was on the ground, hands rubbing his left ear.

"i told you the store was closed, you should have listened to me", kyungsoo sarcastically said.

"you son of a bitch!", your ex exclaimed as he got up. as shocked and nervous as you were, you couldn't help but smile at that sight. "are you crazy?"

"you're lucky i didn't feel like punching you", kyungsoo shrugged. "now fuck off, and you better not come back here ever again."

your ex shot kyungsoo a middle finger, before starting to walk away as another string of curses came out of his mouth.

it was only when he had turned a corner, that you finally had the heart to react.

"kyungsoo! oh my god... are you insane?", you almost screamed, but still there was a tiny smile on your lips. "there are cameras here! you could lose your job!"

once again, he just shrugged. "i'm sure mr. kim would understand."

"yeah, but if he doesn't?", you complained. kyungsoo turned around and walked into the store again, as if he was trying to ignore you. "i mean it, okay?! you can't... you can't just beat someone like that."

"i didn't beat him", he frowned, looking at you over his shoulder as he grabbed the items your ex had left behind, going around to place them where they belonged. "i just put him in his rightful place. it's not my fault that he's a pussy and can't fight back."

you mentally thanked god that kyungsoo wasn't looking at you at that moment - you didn't want him to see how hard you had to hold back your laugh.

- x -

on the next day, it felt like kyungsoo was your closest friend. he spent the whole day talking to you, asking you things and helping you out at your chores - not that he didn't already do that as your workmate, but you didn't miss the way his fingers slowly brushed yours throughout the day.

"hey... do you like pasta?", kyungsoo asked during your lunch break, eyes looking down at you.

"um, yes...", you hesitated, suddenly remembering your ex's offer from the day before. "why?"

kyungsoo took a seat next to you. he rested the pot he had on his hands onto his lap, opening it and showing you its content. your stomach flipped, in a good way, when you saw the most beautiful homemade pasta ever.

"i promise it's better than... well, you know...", he said with a smile that quickly turned into a chuckle when you nodded at him.

let's just say both the pasta and the one who did it were truly much, much better than your ex.

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Monsters in the Machine

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wlHW1SU by StrelitziaMystery1097 Colin gets to find out who 'Norris', 'Chester', and 'Augustus' are and immediately regrets it.   Spoilers for the TMagP S1 Epilogue Words: 1194, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Protocol (Podcast), The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Colin Becher, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Jonah Magnus, Chester (The Magnus Protocol), Norris (The Magnus Protocol), Augustus (The Magnus Protocol) Relationships: Colin Becher & FR3-d1 | Freddy, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Colin Becher & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Needs a Hug, Martin Blackwood Needs a Hug, Colin Becher Needs a Hug, Jonah Magnus Does Not Get a Hug, he doesn't deserve one, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Beholding Avatar Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Jonah Magnus Being Jonah Magnus, One Shot, Canon Compliant, for now anyways, Horror, Psychological Horror read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wlHW1SU

[ao3feed-superbat]

Fever Hot

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gy6WEr by TiniestGoblin Clark offers some incentive to keep a sick and stubborn Bruce resting in bed. Words: 1194, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Sickfic, PWP, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Scent Kink, just barely, Not Beta Read read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gy6WEr

[gardenofkore]

"Of all the prophecies in verse foretelling a future Saviour to which the West has given birth, Vergil's Fourth Eclogue is the most famous. Before celebrating in his mighty epic the future of Imperial Rome, the poet painted in this relatively short poem his picture of the future ruler of the world. He lent him all the attributes of the Messiah: as befits a son of the Gods he shall greet Life with a smile, he shall bring peace on earth and the Age of Gold, and shall evoke once more the kingdom of Apollo. The Middle Ages never paused to reflect that Vergil's promises might seem to be fulfilled in Augustus, Emperor of Peace, the poet's patron. To that Christian age such prophetic verses could bear one interpretation only — a miraculous fore telling of Christ's advent. That they foretold a "Ruler" was no deterrent, for men were wont to praise Christ as "King of the World" and "Emperor of All," and to represent him graphically, in a mandorla, throned on clouds, bearing the globe and law book in his hand and on his head the diadem: the stern Ruler of the Cosmos. To the pious mind it was but one miracle the more, that the heathen Vergil, like the prophets of the Ancient Covenant, had known and told the coming of the Redeemer. Thus this short poem, with its miraculous fore knowledge, earned for Vergil the admiration and reverence of the medieval world. This Vergilian prophecy provided the inspiration both in manner and matter for the song in which the Campanian poet, Peter of Eboli, extravagantly hailed the birth of Henry V’s only son. It is by no means without significance that Vergil thus stands by the cradle of the last and greatest Christian Emperor of the German Roman Imperium.

The learned Peter of Eboli was not the only poet and sooth sayer who offered his prophetic wares to the new-born child on the day following the Christmas of 1194. Godfrey of Viterbo, the tutor of Henry VI, hailed the boy as the future Saviour foretold of prophets, the time-fulfilling Caesar. Even before the birth Godfrey had in sibylline speech informed his master that the coming son was destined to prove the long-awaited King of all the World, who should unite East and West as the Tiburtine sibyl had foretold. And later the story ran that East and West had cried aloud with joy at the birth of the imperial heir. Meanwhile other and less flattering predictions gained currency which had likewise accompanied the birth of the youngest Hohenstaufen. The Breton wizard Merlin was said to have spoken of the child's "wondrous and unhoped for birth" and in dark mysterious words to have hinted at disaster. The child would be a lamb, to be torn in pieces, but not to be devoured; he was to be a raging lion too amongst his own. The Calabrian Cistercian, the Abbot Joachim of Flora, the "Fore-runner" of St. Francis, was swift to recognise in the new-born child the, future Scourge of the World, the AntiChrist who was to bring confusion in his train. The Abbot, indeed, full of prophetic fire, was said to have informed the Emperor betimes that the Empress — overlain by a demon — was pregnant, without yet knowing of her pregnancy. The Empress too had had a dream and it had been revealed to her that she was to bear the fiery brand, the torch of Italy.

Constance obsessed the imagination of her contemporaries as few empresses have done. The strangely-secluded girlhood of the heiress of Sicily, posthumous daughter of the gifted Norman king and state-maker, Roger II, the great blondbearded Viking: her belated marriage, when she was already over thirty, with Barbarossa's younger son, her junior by ten years: her nine years of childlessness: the unexpected conception by the ageing woman: all this was — or seemed — mysterious enough to the people of her time to furnish ample material for legend. According to current rumour Constance's mother, Beatrice, daughter of Count Gunther of Rethel, had been a prey to evil dreams when, after the death of King Roger, she was brought to bed of the future Empress. And the augurs of the half-oriental Norman court declared that Constance would bring dire ruin on her fatherland. To avert this evil fate, no doubt, Constance was at once doomed to be a nun. The fact that the princess actually spent long periods in various nunneries in Palermo may well have strengthened such a report. The story further ran that Constance had been most unwilling to marry at all, and this coloured Dante's conception of her: because she left her "pleasant cloister's pale" under pressure and against her will, he gave the Empress a place in Paradise. The tale that Constance had taken the veil was widely believed, and later deliberately circulated by the Guelfs out of malice towards her son. The similar super stition of a later day foretold that a nun should be the mother of Anti-Christ. Meantime this first and only pregnancy of the forty-year old empress gave rise to another cycle of legend. It became the fashion to represent Constance as being consider ably older than she was, in order to approximate the miracle of this belated conception to Bible precedent, and she is tradition ally depicted as a wrinkled old woman. The rumour that the child was supposititious was bound to follow, and it was given out that he was in reality the son of a butcher. Shrewd woman that she was, Constance had taken measures to forestall such gossip: she had had a tent erected in the open market place, and there in the sight of all she had borne her son and proudly displayed her well-filled breasts — so the counterrumour ran.

Not in Palermo, but in Jesi, a small town dating from Roman times, in the March near Ancona, Constance brought her son to birth. After he was Emperor, Frederick sang the praises of his birthplace in a remarkable document. He called Jesi his Bethlehem, and the Divine Mother who bore him he placed on the same plane as the Mother of our Lord. Now the Ancona neighbourhood with its landscapes belongs to the most sacred regions of Renaissance Italy. As soon as the Italian people awoke to self-consciousness it recognised this as a sancta regio and consecrated it as such. From 1294 — a hundred years after the birth of the Staufen boy — the Virgin's house from Nazareth stood in the Ancona Marches, and Loreto, where it eventually came to rest, became one of the most famous places of pilgrimage in Italy. So it need cause no surprise that the March — the home moreover of Raphael — supplies the actual landscape basis (so far as a mythical landscape has a real prototype) for innumerable pictures of the Madonna playing with the Holy Child. These sunlit scenes played no part in the actual childhood of the boy. A few months after his birth Constance had the " blessed son " — to whom for the moment she gave the name of Constantine — removed to Foligno near Assisi and placed in the care of the Duchess of Spoleto, while the Empress herself hastened back to her Sicilian kingdom. She had only stayed in Jesi for her confinement, while the Emperor Henry travelled south to repress a Sicilian insurrection. This he accomplished with severity and bloodshed, and at last, after years of toil and fighting, he took possession of the hereditary country of his consort. All that Barbarossa had once dreamed, and had hoped to achieve through the Sicilian marriage of his son: to checkmate the exasperating Normans who always sided with the enemies of the Empire; to secure in the extreme south a firm fulcrum for the Empire of the Hohenstaufen, corresponding to their stronghold north of the Alps, and from these two bases — independent of the favour or disfavour of the German princes — to supervise and hold in check the Patrimonium between, and the ever-restive Italy: all this had reached fulfilment one day before the heir to this imperial power was born. Escorted by Saracen trumpeters, Henry with unexampled pomp entered as victor into the conquered city of Palermo, the terrified populace falling on their knees as he rode by, and on Christmas Day 1194 he was crowned King of Sicily in the cathedral of the capital. He was soon able to announce in one and the same letter both the victorious outcome of his cam paigns and the birth of his son and heir. The assurance of the succession gave full value to the conquest of the southern kingdom, a hereditary not an elective monarchy, and to the other great achievements of the indefatigable Emperor."

Ernst Kantorowicz, Frederick the Second, pp. 3-6

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Greek Mythological Creatures:

Siren:

a dangerous creature that lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and singing voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island

Griffin:

a legendary creature from Egyptian, Mesopotamian, Persian, Minoan, Greek, and Roman mythology that has the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle. Since the lion was considered the "King of the Beasts" and the eagle the "King of the Air," the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature with both royal and divine associations

Centaur:

race of creatures that are part human and part horse

Satyr:

a troop of male companions of Pan and Dionysus that roamed the woods and mountains. The word Satire, meaning human follies or mistakes, comes from the word Satyr. Satyrs are described as roguish but faint-hearted folk — subversive and dangerous, yet shy and cowardly. They are also often depicted as fumbling, joking, and careless creatures

Harpies:

a half-human and half-bird personification of storm winds. The harpies were called "the hounds of mighty Zeus" thus "ministers of the Thunderer (Zeus)". Later writers listed the harpies among the guardians of the underworld

Pegasus:

a mythical, winged, divine stallion

Chimera:

a mixed beast from Greek lore whose body typically consists of various bits of a lion, a goat, and a serpent. It is known to breathe fire while the snake portion is venomous

Nymph:

a member of a large class of female lesser nature spirits, typically associated with a particular location or landform. Nymphs reside on mountains, in groves, by springs and rivers, in valleys, and in cool grottoes

Echidna:

described by Hesiod as a female monster spawned in a cave, who mothered with her mate Typhoeus (or Typhon) every major monster in the Greek myths, the goddess fierce Echidna who is half a nymph with glancing eyes and fair cheeks, and half again a huge snake, great and awful, with speckled skin, eating raw flesh beneath the secret parts of the holy earth

Laelaps:

a mythological dog in Greek mythology who never failed to catch his prey. It was a gift from Artemis to Procris, who gave it to her husband Cephalus. He decided to use the hound to hunt the Teumessian fox, a fox that was destined never to be caught.

Gorgon:

There are three sisters: Euryale ("far-roaming"), Stheno ("forceful"), and Medusa ("ruler"). Gorgons were a popular image in Greek mythology, appearing in the earliest of written records of Ancient Greek religious beliefs such as those of Homer, which may date to as early as 1194–1184 BC. Because of their legendary and powerful gaze that could turn one to stone, images of the Gorgons were put upon objects and buildings for protection.

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