#*and* had flowers on top of the head as a circle or arch not just single flowers

[bebethsas]

damn, I had no idea that the 1870s hairstyles (and kinda the 1700s hair too--minus the bouffant) made a brief comeback in the 1990s (but simplified; no complex coils and layers and padding).

Look:

but with the flower crowns/ arches that were all the rage in the 1840s-50s (but worn on top of the head, not:

and

(above) hair crescent

...ok, Beth’s memory apparently SUCKS at remembering this stuff, because she remembered it wrong! Because lol, it looks like we’ve always been into weaving and wearing flower crowns: 

St. Cecelia at the Organ (Onofrio Marinari, c.1686), below:

(Maude Fealy, Victorian/ Edwardian portraits): above

Portrait of a Girl in a Yellow Dress Holding a Bouquet of Flowers, Santi di Tito

The Crowning of Mirtillo, 1650, above

portrait of The Duchess of Abrantes, Goya, 1816 (above)

Rembrandt’s portrait of Flora, Goddess of Spring (above)

Maenad and Cupid, Fresco in Italy, c. 1st Century A.D. (above)

Palaistra scene on a Plate, ~520 - 510 BCE

Young Girl with Flower Garland (Konstantin Yegorovich Makovsky) Regional Art musuem, Gorlovka (above)

The Flower Garland, Waldemar Friedrich

Okay, apparently there’s a LOT of paintings about the Goddess Flora:

Flora, Girolamo Batoni, 1775

Flora, Luca Giordano, 1697

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema painted a few picture of ladies in flower crowns, here’s one:

(Summer Offering, 1894)

this pair of portraits by Fragonard (the 1st one is really what I was reminded of by the magazine)

Young Lady with a Garland of Roses Around her Neck

Young Woman with a Garland of Roses (and if anyone asks, that faint pink spot on the left side of her chest is just a discoloration of the painting due to age)

of course, BAMF Artemisia Gentileschi (let me tell you, the only thing ‘gentle’ about her was her name) painted a pic of this too:

almost anything that Botticelli painted, as well as those Victorian portraits where people were obsessed with painting Ancient Greeks, naiads, Romans, etc.

and, of course, cultural Icon Ophelia:

Ophelia, John William Waterhouse, 1894:

John William Waterhouse, Ophelia, 1910 (above)

Alexandre Cabanel, 1883 (above)

And, lest we forget, flower crowns have never solely been a western thing:

The Lei Maker, 1901, Theodore Wores

Hawaiian Lei venders, c.1901

(from Hawai’i State Archive, c.1930s based on other photos)

titled: Cantonese Mandarin and his Wife, c. 1861 - 1864

Hanging Scroll, Ming Dynasty, c.1500s

Two Beauties in a Garden, Gai Qi, Qing Dynasy, Daoguang Period, 1821 - 1850 (side-note, Gai Qi painted literally HUNDREDS of the lovliest paintings of Chinese ladies that I’ve ever *seen*)

Frida Kahlo, self-portrait, 1940

Women with Flowers and Lotus, 18th Dynasty (ok, fine, it looks more like a cord or ribbon with minimal greenery on it, but apparently they did wear flower garlands of lotuses on their heads)

and

Painted Plaster Mummy Mask, Roman Period c. 60 - 70 A.D.

A Lady Holding Two Flower Garlands Attracts Two Peacocks, Mughal Empire (listen, I’m sure there’s artwork out there *somewhere* of folks from India wearing flower garlands on their heads, but I couldn’t find any examples, and I’m tired b/c it took ~3 hours to research what was supposed to be a short little reblog, so I’m settling for this painting.)

In short, if Humans live near large amounts of flowers (that are non-toxic and pretty and easy to harvest), we will learn how to link them on a chain of some kind, and we will wear them around our neck, or on our head.

March 1994. ‘Add a crown of curls and a wreath of fresh flowers for a soft, feminine look that will really turn heads.’

[satorusugurugurl]

Panties

Summary: Gojo has a thing for your pretty floral panties. 😏

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Warning: panty kink, panty play, grinding, dry humping, no smut

Word Count: 1,151

A/N: I uhm—was very inspired to write this. I have no excuse.

Pervert?

No, there was no way; Gojo Satoru was a pervert! He was just obsessed with you! His darling, perfect girlfriend. The cutest, sweetest, and sexiest woman he had ever come to know!

He wasn't a pervert when he took you on the most excellent dates! Spoiling you rotten with five-star, four-course meals! Was he a pervert when you both went on vacation? No, he thought his girlfriend looked stunning in the floral sun dress he bought her! Honestly, was he a pervert for pulling you into his office at the school, shoving all the papers to the side, and lying you down on the surface so that he could lift your skirt to see what pretty panties you were wearing?

No.

“T-Toru, you perv.” you gasp as he bunches your skirt up around your hips. “C-Couldn't wait until we got home?”

“I just want to see what panties my girlfriend wore. Is that being a pervert?” He runs his hands slowly up your thighs, squeezing and rubbing them until he reaches your panty-clad mound.

You were in white sheer panties adorned with the prettiest blue flowers. The lace hem was the same shade of sky blue, with a white ribbon in the middle. Seeing those cute panties had him licking his lips as he rubbed his hands together. You looked good enough to eat!

“Mhmm~ so pretty thanks for the mea—” your finger hooked under his blindfold, pulling it out before snapping it. “Oow! What was that for?” Satoru stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I have a meeting with Yaga in fifteen minutes. Some of us, aka me, don't like to be late!”

“I’ll be fast, I promise!”

“Satoru, you and I both know if you start eating me out, it’s going to be thirty minutes tops!” Satoru whined like the spoiled adult he was before sniffling dramatically. “But, I will let you rub against me if you're fast!”

The second the word fast rings through his ears, Satoru is moving. His thumb begins rubbing slow circles around your clit while his other hand unbuttons his pants, pulling his cock out. Your arousal is visible through the sheer panties as he rubs your clit harder, drawing out moans from your throat. Watching those pretty panties get wetter and wetter has his cock throbbing and standing at attention.

Gojo heavily pants before he brings you to the edge of his desk, sliding the head of his cock up and down your clothed cunt. He can feel how wet you are, how your pussy twitches as the head brushes over your hardening clit. It made him squirm, knowing you felt as good as he did.

“Haaah.” he thrusts faster, teasing the bud, watching as your wetness begins to soak through the thin material keeping you apart from each other. “Fuuuck~ so pretty.” His bottom lip is sucked between his teeth, and he bites down on it hard, watching your thighs tighten, squeezing his cock as he continues moving against you. “Oooh, fuck baby~ giving me a thigh job~ or does my cock teasing your cunt feel that good?”

“F-Feels good~ feels good.” from the flush dancing across your pretty cheeks and how your back arches off the desk, Satoru knows you're getting into it as much as he was. “Mhmm” Your finger hooks under your panties, pulling them tighter against your pussy. “Faster.”

Who the hell would Satoru be to deny that request?! He moved faster, the tip pressing against your covered entrance, before sliding further up over your clit. He repeated his thrusts, grunting softly as he rocked faster, pushing harder against your entrance before rubbing over your clit. Your slick is wet, and god, it feels like heaven! But it's not enough to satisfy his yearning for you. If anything, it makes it ten times worse.

“Baby, sweetheart, please.”

“Please, what, Satoru?”

“I need more of you please~ pleeease, baby.”

His cheeks were flushed, and his tip was leaking pre-cum. Seeing him get so worked up made you feel feral. Glancing at the clock, you sighed; he was so worked up it really wouldn't take him long to finish. Without better judgment, you pulled your wet panties to the side and bit your lip, watching as Satoru’s eyes lit up like fireworks.

“Just rubbing.” Your reminder had your boyfriend rolling his eyes from under his blindfold before he slid his twitching click-through your silky fds up to your clit. “Yes~”

Satoru’s cock kept sliding between your folds and over your clit; feeling how wet you were made him move faster. From the strength of his hips, the desk moved underneath you, causing you to grow louder, whining as you clamped your thighs around him. It was so fucking sexy to be so close to fucking you but not allowed. Satoru snarled, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder as he bucked after, sliding through your folds. From the way he gripped your hips and shuddered out moans, you knew he wasn't going to last very long.

“So wet~ such a pretty little pussy~ fuck, you’re so cute.” Satoru praised repeatedly as he rocked against you harder, the desk creaking under your shared weight. “God, I love you, I love you—nngh.” He cried out, planting wet, open-mouth kisses over your neck. “I’m gonna cum~ gonna cum so hard for you~ please cum with me, okay?” The tip of his cock, focus solely on your clit, rubbing it up and down with his tip over and over faster and harder until you were arching your back off the.

“T-Toru gonna! Gonna cum!”

“Yes, sweetheart~! Yes, please!”

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, as your pussy, clenched and convulsed, throbbing against his shaft as waves of pleasure rocked through your every nerve. Watching you come undone, seeing the pleasure that was painted over the features of your face, had Satoru crying out, pulling back to watch his cock spill cum in between your thighs, the sticky substance staining your panties as he let out a ragged breath.

“Fuck thank you, baby.” He pressed kisses all over your face before sliding out from between your thighs. “You’re seriously the best! I needed that so bad.”

“You’re welcome, Toru, but baby.”

“Hm?”

“I need to leave soon. Could you help me clean up?”

You giggle as Satoru looks around frantically for something to clean you up with. He hurries off to fetch you a damp paper towel and some dry ones. Was your boyfriend a pervert? Yes, on some occasions, he was. But did you love that? Yes, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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[xsleepinggoodx]

morning sex <3

WARNINGS: somnophilia, horny Mikey, Mikey being lovedrunk on you, foreplay, oral (fem receiving) fingering. (Fem receiving) sub! Reader, service dom Mikey, softdom Mikey, tender love💕

Mikey with long black hair is extremely underrated.

This song has literally nothing to do with the story the instrumentals just give me black long hair Mikey vibes I don’t know how to explain it😭

Enjoy💕

Waking up hard wasn’t foreign to Mikey. But it was difficult to take care of. Especially when his lovely wife is sleeping so soundly next to him.

The soft early morning sunlight on your body on just the right places made him admire you for minutes. Almost drooling on how the golden lights cascaded on your body like a professional painting. You were sleeping so soundly though, a happy and relaxed expression on your face. Fabric marks on your arms. You were probably having a fun dream.

He felt guilty for even considering to bother you, but a memory flashed in his mind to where you and him were discussing your secret kinks.

You’re blushing face, hiding away from Mikey’s shocked eyes.

“Since when were you that kinda freaky,baby? That came outta nowhere!” Mikey’s jaw dropped.

“Stop acting like your don’t have worse ideas…I’m just saying it’d probably feel good and I wouldn’t be opposed to you d..d-doing it to me..” you cursed yourself for stuttering. His laughing echoing loud.

He chuckled from the memory and how you were too bashful to even make eye contact with him. Poor, sweet baby. He thought.

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears. A love-sick smile on his face from how delicious you look right now. He carefully got on top of you, kissing you cheek, moving to your jawline. Leaving hickies here and there, softly moving to your neck. Enjoying how even in your sleep, your whimpering subtly.

Sucking on your sensitive skin, You smelled of vanilla and flowers. Warm from the long bath you and him had from last night. His hand in yours, squeezing it softy and oh so tender. He seemed to be wrapped around your finger.

His kisses moved down to your collarbone, sucking more. Hickies appeared more and more as he moved down. He lifted you blouse up to reveal your stomach, kissing it softly. His hands clasping around your pants, pulling it down with ease.

Once you were finally only in your panties. He had to stop himself to devour you whole. Your thighs squeezed together, making them look plushier than they already are. His calloused hands gently smoothing them apart. He kisses on your inner thighs, a soft sigh leaves you as he kisses so softly on your thighs. You repositioned yourself, your lower half getting closer to his head. He smirks at this as he’s midway to your center.

He licks your center, right on your panties making you softly moan. Your thighs lightly twitch and he chuckles. Vibrations right in your core. You whine in your sleep, your dream slowly combining with reality.

Painfully slow, he slides down your panties, revealing your wet pussy. He groans. His cock hardening more at the sight. You’re asleep and you’re still wet. So naughty.

He kisses your inner thighs moving closer to your center. Black onyx eyes on your face like a hawk. He licks a long lick from your entrance to your clit. A jolt on your body as you whimper. He smiles as he kisses your sensitive clit, circling figure 8s on it. Your other hand, unoccupied by Mikey’s hand, unconsciously gripping the sheets below you. Soft, needy moans escaping your mouth.

“A-ah! m-Mikey…mmmh” you moan loudly as you throw your head back.

He hums as he speeds up his tongue on your clit, from side to side to up and down slowly, enough to have you awake. Your eyebrows furrowed, a bratty whine escaping your lips as you wrap your legs around Mikey’s head, chasing your orgasm. Your hips arched as he sucked on your clit, your wetness dripping down and he happily licks it all up.

“M-Mikey! I’m- oh!.. I’m g-gonna cum.—“

Speeding his tongue once more as you orgasm with a breathy moan. He has never heard anything more beautiful. You whimper when he continues to suck your clit, coming down from your high. You get up on your elbows as he finishes cleaning you off with his tongue. Getting up and immediately attaching his lips on yours. Tongue in your mouth, tasting yourself as your moan in kiss. He pulls back, saliva connecting your lips.

“You taste so good, love~” he says, a teasing smile on his lips. You only look away bashfully.

Your positions changed to you on your side with Mikey making out with you. His hand wandered as he groped your breasts, deepening the kiss. His hand slides down to rub tight circles on your clit. Going faster and faster as you moan, too tired to keeping making out with him as you catch your breath in his neck.

“M-Mikey!” You try to grip his arm but he only sighs, his mouth in an ‘o’ shape. Groaning on your cunt pulsing.

he kisses your earlobe, increasing your stimulation. A loud gasp escapes you as he stuffs two fingers in you, not hesitating to thrust them in and out. Curling his fingers on your g-spot, earning whines and whimpers from you. He speeds up as you squirt on his fingers. Earning a loud groan from him as you twitch under him, moaning loudly. As you come down from your high. He kissed your cheek and kissed your lips again. Mikey loved kissing.

Moments passed and he already had you cleaned up, in your soft pjs again.

“Was that a good morning?🥰” he said as he teasingly looked at you, you only flushed deep red.

“I could do better~” you finally said back.

“Oh really?~” he said, grabbing ng your face to kiss you again.

You got too lucky with him.

[badbtssmut]

The reader dates with Taehyung's twin and they have a quarrel. Taehyung pretends to be his twin brother and has sex with the reader like he always dreamed of

Admin note: normally don’t do twins, but liked this idea 🫶

—

“You were right, y/n. I shouldn’t have kept my ex’s number in my phone. You are right, it would only keep the door open to cheating. I was immature, and I’m sorry.” The man who you thought was your boyfriend, apologized.

You took the flowers Taehyung handed to you.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung asked.

You opened the door wider, and stepped aside.

Taehyung walked into your apartment and sat down on the couch. “I missed you.” He said.

You closed the door and sat beside him.

You sighed and shook your head.

You missed him too. But you had been angry. Angry that he still had his ex-girlfriend in his phone. It had made you question if you could ever really trust him.

Your first real fight. It had been one week since you had seen or spoken to each other.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had vented to Taehyung how he was sick of how jealous and insecure you were, and how you had accused him of cheating. This was the perfect time for him to make his move. Taehyung convinced his brother to give you some space, and to reconsider the relationship, causing doubt in his mind.

“Y/N, please, I was being immature.” He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You rested your head against him.

He kissed the top of your head.

You missed this.

You missed him.

“Alright, I don’t want to fight anymore. I forgive you. Just, no more secrets okay? No more lies. You tell me the truth from now on, and I promise to do the same. And no more ex-girlfriends in your phone.”

Taehyung chuckled. “I promise.”

—

Something was different about your boyfriend.

“Fuck, such a delicious pussy, want to pound into it all night.” Taehyung groaned as he tilted his head back, thrusting into you.

He was rougher, and dirtier.

And you were loving it.

His cock felt like it was splitting you open. It was so big and long. You loved how he filled you up. You loved how he slammed his hips against you. How he gripped your thighs tightly as he pounded you.

“I didn’t know you could fuck me like this…” You whispered, “You’re different, but I like it.” You let out a shaky moan as he groped onto your breasts, kneading them in his hands, before leaning down to lick and suck at them.

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you arch your back, pushing your breasts against his mouth.

Your boyfriend had gotten more aggressive with his fucking, and a little more dominant.

But you didn't mind.

Taehyung grabbed your ankles, pushing your knees against your chest as he fucked into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

You were dripping.

Dripping wet.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of sex.

“Pretty girls like you deserve to get filled with cum, don't you agree, princess? You love the feeling of my cock inside of you, don’t you? Look how good you take me, you were made to take my dick.” Fuck, he was so hot.

You felt your pussy milk Taehyung’s cock dry, clenching around him, causing him to spill inside of you.

Taehyung grunted. He held your legs open and thrusted in and out of you as his seed spilled inside of your cunt.

You came down from your high, and watched him pull his cock out, and the cum drip out of your pussy.

His thumb pressed down on your clit. Taehyung then rubbed circles around your clit, and then moved his hand down, sliding two fingers into you and pumping in and out of you, his cum dripping from his fingers.

You shuddered, “More.. please.”

He smiled wickedly.

You loved this new side of him.

-

"Pretty flowers,” Your boyfriend complimented the bouquet on the table.

“They are, they have been holding up pretty well. Where’d you get them?” You asked as you hugged him.

“Huh?” He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Stop joking around,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not, what are you talking about? I didn’t get those for you.” He pointed to the flowers.

Your stomach dropped.

“What? Please.. stop, that’s not funny! Are you going to say next that we didn’t fuck either? It was just a dream!? Don't play games with me. I remember it like it was yesterday, are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Your boyfriend’s face turned pale at your words.

“That fucking asshole, it must’ve been Taehyung, that sneaky motherfucker!” Your boyfriend suddenly shouted, slamming a fist on the table before he ran off, leaving you in confusion.

Wait, you fucked his twin brother?

[tw1l1te]

Song of Storms

LU Sky x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ minors please DO NOT INTERACT, some fluff, angst

Fem reader is implied. Not necassarily final promise!au, so intepret it as you will. This one is a bit short, but I like it lol

~

Sky was mentally exhausted. Flying out on night watch was his least favorite part of the day because it meant he had to leave you. It meant that he couldn't feel your warm body against his, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you dreamed of serenity. On top of that, it had started to storm about an hour ago, barely being able to see his gloved hands in front of his face.

He was supposed to be returning to Skyloft now, but he had no sense of direction as the rain pelted against his goggles, fogging up the lenses no matter how many time he'd wiped them off.

A large lightining strike lit up the expanse of the night sky, Skyloft's outline just barely being visible miles away. If he flew straightforward, he should be able to make it before he was struck by lighting.

Petting Crimson, he flew fast, wind whipping his hair around, rain drops pelting his face harder and harder. It felt like tiny needles falling on his face, but he had to come home. He needed to come home to you, or you'd kill him.

His fingertips on the brink of frostbite, he sighs in relief when he sees the Knight's Academy come into view. Despite having the option of living on the surface, he felt nostalgic of his life in the sky, no matter what memories it brought.

Landing on the wooden deck, he yelled out to the Nightguard about getting Crimson somewhere safe, already enthraled with the thought of seeing you. Giving his Loftwing one last pet, he ran off to the entrance of the academy, already in the process of stripping his gloves off of his hands.

He pants as he closes the door behind him, the raging storm echoing off the walls. The hallway was dark, only the faint glow of the sconces on the wall illuminating his path to you. His home.

Turning right, he sighs in happiness seeing his door, knowing you were just on the other side, waiting for him. Your knight.

He unlocks the door, quietly walking in and closing the door behind you. The room was dimly lit with a few candles, you hunched over on the bed, reading a book Sky bought you. You quickly shut the book, running into his arms, ignoring how cold and wet he was.

"Holy goddesses, Sky! I was so fucking worried-"

He shuts you up with a passionate kiss, his entire body tense from the night's treachery. He needed this. He needed you.

"Shh, it's ok my Flower. I'm here, I'm home. I'm not going anywhere, ok?"

You nod, placing your forehead against his, relishing in the domseticity. You knew he's have to leave again tomorrow night, but you wanted him until then. You allowed yourself to be selfish, just this once.

~

"Fu-ah! Sky, fuckfuckfuck!-" you moaned, head tossed back on the pillow. Sky was above you, hips slamming at an astounding pace. You thought tonight was gonna be more slow and intimate, though you weren't complaining. You were in heaven.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezin' around me jus' like that. I'm gonna fill you up so good. So, so good."

You clawed at his chest, needing something to hold on to as the living daylight was being fucked out of you. Instead, Sky grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, leaving nothing in between him and you.

"Gonna fill your little pussy up so good. Make you nice and full with my kid. You'd love that, wouldn't you princess?"

You whimper loudly, arching off the bed. Sky brings his mouth to one of your breasts, his tongue circling the swollen bud. You wrap your legs around his waist, stars in front of your eyes as the coil in your stomach tightens.

"Mmh- Link! Link I'm gonna fucking cum- Linklinklinklink-"

And you came, hard. Clamping around his cock, he practically growled into your ear, chasing your orgasm with his own release. He shot thick white ropes inside of your heat, kissing your neck as you both calmed down, him slowing down his thrusts inside of you.

He lays on top of you, kissing your face lightly. He coos in your ear, praising you and how good you felt. His hands never leave your body, pawing at the plush of your thighs and kissing the curve of your breasts.

He suddenly flips you over so your on his lap, cock still nestled deep in your heat. Hands on your hips, he mutters:

"Let's really make sure you get pregnant this time, Princess. I wanna hear you sing for me."

~

[yiiyiiwrites]

🔥 | Autumn Equinox | Eris

Summary: You're a witch living in the Autumn court forest, Eris is tasked with making sure you're not up to anything bad. But the baddest thing you've done is fall in love with him. How you share your morning with Eris during the Autumn equinox and showing him your rituals 1985words

Eris Vanserra x Witch reader

Also Have one for [Cassian] & [Azriel] & Lucien coming soon

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The bells chimed as he walked through the door to your little cottage, a clothed pouch gripped tightly in his hand. Eris Vanserra, eldest son of Autumn and the thief that stole your heart. You don't know how he'd crept into your thoughts so easily and remained till he could sneak away to visit you again.

Always so well put together, not a single crease in his tailored clothes. The emerald green overcoat making his copper hair stand out, it fell freely over his shoulders and curled at the end. Amber eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, hands tucked behind him, but a smile tugged the corner of his lips.

"I'm here for the monthly check," he said, circling the tiny kitchen until he stopped in front of you. His hands found place on your hips and he closed the remaining sliver of distance between you and him.

You backed into the kitchen counters, head arching up to meet his amber eyes. His touch burning, you gripped the soft velvet lapels of his overcoat and pulled him down, lips pressing against his.

"Does that conclude your check, General?" You said leaning away from him as he tried to chase your movements, nose trailing your cheek.

"I may need some more time to compile my report," he said stepping back, a dusting of dried lavender brushed over the top of his head and he shook the petals from his silky hair.

The last time he'd visited, Eris had picked the last blossom of flowers from your garden. Binding them with string, loop holding them up from the pins in the wooden beams on the ceiling. Saving you from standing on the rickety stool, that he'd told you to get rid of every time it caught his attention.

A fog still hung around the lower trunks of the forest trees, the rising sun painting the sky in a golden glow. Windows misted, the drizzle of rain running down the glass pane.

"Happy equinox, my beloved."

Your heart skipped a beat whenever he used that term of endearment. Knowing that he could hear the change in your heart rate, only spurring him on to use the word more often. Liking how you blushed and met his gaze, unwavering and unafraid of getting burnt.

"Worship me then, my love," you replied, pushing him into a chair with one finger. Sharp nail leaving a crescent mark in the soft velvet of his overcoat.

The court feared you, but Beron kept you caged to the forest. Letting you practice your magic and using it for his own gain. Tied to the lands and unable to step into the heart of the court, you made the most of your assigned time with Eris, the one person that didn't fear your power.

"I'm afraid I can only worship you this morning, the rest of my day is fulfilling my duties," he said laying the pouch on the dining table and untying the string to lay the contents out.

It was easy to forget the burdens and responsibilities that weighed on his shoulders. The little cottage offering you both a place of refuge and your own space to create just for yourselves. No outside influences ruining the life you'd built together. Eris was the only person that visited frequently, a few times one of his younger brothers had stepped in for him and you'd longed for the eldest.

"Oh, you brought them. You picked them on you way?" You asked sliding a mini brass cauldron across the table to him. He nodded, shuffling the browning leaves on the cloth in front him. He mirrored your movements, placing the leaves in his cauldron and glancing back at you for instruction.

The cool breeze filtered through the open window, Eris's copper hair dancing behind him like crackling flames. He combed his fingers through his long locks and pinned them back. A few strands falling like silk over his pale face.

"What are we...." The gulf of a flame cuts his words short, the orange glow rising high as it devours the leaves in your cauldron. His amber eyes darken, a flicker of the same fire within them.

"Light it," you said, nodding to his cauldron. "It's a releasing ritual, think of the things you need to let go, that are no longer working for you or are holding you back." Your lips soften to a smile, your gaze lowering the flame of your own and focusing on your own thoughts you wished to expel. "Release it, so you can move on."

You felt the warmth of his magic, but did not gaze at his flame. That was his ritual alone, his to lay waste to all the things holding him back. Not everything was in your control, but small things like this led to powerful change.

Inhaling a trembling breath, you exhaled a calm and steady one. Your body lighter, mind clearer as nothing but ash laid at the bottom of your cauldron. The smoke rising from the curved rim merged with the soothing scent of cinnamon and oak clouding your senses.

Eris's gaze snapped to you, back straightening as he righted himself and released a deep breath of his own. You didn't ask how he felt, you could see the lightness in the slight relaxing of his shoulders and soft jaw smoothing the pulse of tension away.

"Ready for the next phase, my love?" Remember you always have a choice," you said reminding him that he could stand down if it got too much for him.

Not everyone was ready to face themselves and let the old them go, a constant cycle of transformation, enough to keep people in the past and clinging to that scrap of safety. You were well versed on the spinning wheel, the good and bad that spun and offered you a new beginning and sometimes a painful ending. How else were you supposed to grow if you did not welcome the unknown?

"I'm ready."

Eris wasn't afraid to leap, to take your hand and trust that you'd have his best interest at heart. Each time he'd left your home, you'd performed a protective spell to see him to safety out of the woods and deep down you hoped it'd extend to the court and protect him from his father, his brothers.

You lead Eris to the living area, sinking into the plump sofa and fluffing a cushion for him before he could sit back. Dried herbs and flowers covered the small table, you'd spent weeks preparing enough for the both of you.

"Now we need to cleanse, but we're going to bundle up some of these to burn." You gathered up rosemary, lavender and peppermint, closing your hand around to keep them together. "Pick which ones you like the scent of or that call to you."

Eris's hand hovered over the stems and petals, he picked a few up and brought them closer testing their scent. The first one he chose, Lavender the scent he associated with you. He'd admitted that it had clung to him whenever he'd left like he was still in a daze in your cottage. A few sprigs of purple were left on his sleeve sometimes reminding him of you.

You helped each other tie the bundles together with some twine, two rings keeping it intact. His finger brushing against yours every now and then as if he couldn't go without your touch.

Fire, like the Autumn court was vital to your magic tied to the forest. The bundles lit with flames, the smoke cleansing and washing away the dirt and ash you'd burnt in the cauldron. You waved it through the air and walked through the scented fog, drawing up and down, around your figure until it burnt down to your fingertips.

Eris's magic consumed the dried herbs and petals quickly. He took the remnants of yours and held it above the crown of your head, slowly circling you and kneeling at your feet to cleanse all of you.

You cupped his face in your hands, the pad of your thumb tracing his sharp cheekbone. Leaning down you kissed him and leant away, pressing your forehead to his.

"Is this worshipping enough for you, me beloved?" He said rising from his knees and wrapping his fingers around your wrists. You knew time was not on your side today, the little you had left crumbling away.

"One more ritual, my love," you murmured against his lips, standing on the tip of your toes to kiss him once again. He hummed as you pulled back, letting you guide him to the other side of the room.

You sunk to your knees, Eris doing the same. The platform raised on the floor, your altar. Dried oranges hung in a stringed line against the wall, orange candles in differing heights scattered the wooden surface. You'd collected some leaves, acorns and fruit to offer to the Goddess of Harvest, the one you thanked every year on the autumn equinox.

Eris had seen the seasonal changes of your altar, sometimes even helped you find things to place on it. He'd brought you back seashells from the summer court for the summer solstice, roses from spring for the spring equinox and a vial of snow for the winter solstice. Little things you'd never witnessed stuck in one court.

You'd kept a seashell by your bed, listening to the waves as you cupped it to your ear. A dusky pink rose still full of life, where you'd spelled it to last till your last breath. You treasured the gifts Eris gave, hoping that what you offered to him was enough.

Closing your eyes, you felt the familiar warmth slip into your clasped hands, you stole a glance to Eris beside you, whose eyes were also shut. "Goddess of harvest, we thank you for guiding us through this year and helping us grow. Through hard work and consistency we have thrived, asking once again for you to look over us as we navigate a new path. We shred ourselves of old thoughts and shadowselves, to welcome in the good, the light."

Eris squeezed your hand, gratitude surging through you as the weight of his hand reassured you of all the good. The light in him, that he rarely showed to others. You hoped one day you wouldn't be confined to the forests and he wouldn't have to conceal his true self.

"This candle is a symbol for the light we are open to receiving," you whispered, opening your eyes you're met with a flame dancing on the wick before you. The light he gave you.

You picked up an acorn from the altar and slipped it in the pocket of his Eris's lining. "It's for good luck." You often gave him small objects for luck or protection, he'd joked about not having enough shelf space for any more stones or crystals.

"Thank you," he said rising from the floor. He offered you a hand and helped you stand with him. "Afraid our time is up." The hard lines settled on his face, lips straight and pursed as he put his mask back on.

"Let me walk with you," you said, arm sliding around his back as you walked out the door with him.

The sun had risen, fog parting as you traipsed through the tall grass. In the depth of the forest, you were able to roam freely, the outskirts however is where you could not step over, as if there was an invisible wall keeping you from the heart of the court. The core of it your garden, no one dared to enter it so it gave you the opportunity to spend extra time with Eris as he walked back to his duties.

And you would watch him step over the boundary and wonder if you'd ever be able to follow him.

Since its nearly autumn equinox I wanted to do some prompts for it :) there's other characters to come - Yiiyii

[spaceshipellie]

hi! how r you,, hope you are well~ 🫧

i js wanna req smt for the tlou x ethel cain requests! i was thinking req abt ellie x reader with the lyrics : "show me how much I mean to you, while I'm lying in these sheets undressed" with fluff n smut 🤍

maybe smt along the lines of reader n ellie's first time and ellie just wants to make it super meaningful~

thank you!

“show me how much i mean to you, while i’m lying in these sheets undressed”

pairing: ellie x reader

summary/warnings: your first time with ellie, fluffy smut, eating out + fingering (r receiving), modern au, 18+ mdni

hii i’m good ty hope you are too! i really enjoyed writing this slower, more romantic smut so tysm for the request!

her lips were so soft as she kissed down your neck. you were lying back on her bed, the dim room illuminated with candles and the soft pink glow of a salt lamp. the handmade bouquet of your favourite flowers ellie had gifted you sat in a vase on the dresser.

her hand danced down your body, gently gripping and touching every part of you she could. she hadn’t necessarily been nervous about your first time together but she was hell-bent on making it special and meaningful for you.

her hand travelled back up your body until she cupped your boob. she gave it some gentle squeezes before slowly gliding the strap of your top down over your shoulder. moving her head from the other side of your neck she started leaving kisses on the skin she was slowly exposing until it was pulled down far enough to expose your nipple. she took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and your back arched into her. her other arm slid further underneath you to hold you close as she sucked and licked at your sensitive skin. she pulled the top down even further to give your other boob the same attention before looking up at you through her eyelashes, enjoying how your lips were already parted.

she pushed your top up now, fingertips leaving goosebumps on your skin as they went, and pulled it off over your head. she left kisses in a line down your body until she reached the top of your jeans.

“can i take these off?” she hummed against your skin, her fingers ghosting over the zipper.

“yes,” you nodded and she eased them down until they were discarded on the floor.

she hummed in delight at the sight of your pretty (carefully selected) underwear which had a growing wet spot precisely where she couldn’t wait to get her tongue. she parted your thighs further, sensing that you were a bit shy to be seen like this.

“you look so pretty like this,” she said, kissing your thigh.

a tiny whimper escaped from you as she continued caressing your body with her hands and leaving kisses until she placed one directly on that wet spot. your hips squirmed, making her smile to herself before she hooked her fingers in your underwear.

“this okay?”

she waited until you nodded before peeling them down your legs.

“fuck,” she groaned.

she parted you slightly before laying her tongue flat and licking all the way up from your soaking wet hole to your clit. you moaned and wrapped your fingers tightly around the bedsheet. she was already feeling a bit pussy drunk just from one taste as she devoured you like you were her last meal. your cries got louder which only encouraged her more, making a mental note of what seemed to make you squirm and whine the most. her hands held your hips in place as she brought you closer to your orgasm, your sweet cum dripping on her tongue.

her eyelids were heavy as she moved back on top of you, catching your lips in a hungry kiss. tasting yourself on her tongue made you whine into her mouth. her hands resumed their previous position of one underneath you, holding you close and the other snaking it’s way down your body until she started rubbing circles on your clit. you gasped into her mouth as her fingers dipped lower and two slipped deep inside you. she kept kissing you as she pumped them in and out.

“tell me if it feels good, baby? wanna make sure,” she asked, kissing your neck again.

“it feels so good, ellie. fuck,” you choked out, your hand scratching at her back.

“good.”

her thumb pressed circles on your clit, her fingers squelching around inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to another release. your back arched and your head dug into the pillow as you came and she slowly slipped out of you. she licked her fingers, smiling down at you and kissed you before you could get all shy on her. this definitely wasn’t the end of your night.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c12. No shoes.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Ancora, Ancora, Ancora, Mina.

abstract: every time I look back at this chapter I smile a little. just a little. it's cause I'm Jude, Simon would never say he smiled. I think it was a turning point for us, you know? Something switched at some point. try not to get too worked up reading this cause i know for a fact he was thinking some indecent thoughts, aye… enjoy.

He looked at her move around the room, getting in position to dance. She looked like a wolf hunting for a bunny. He was the bunny. He looked at her legs, in pink tights. Her defined muscles were flexing visibly at each movement. On her feet, shiny satin pointe shoes. She had a black leotard on, he could see her ribs when she arched her back to crack it. She had a skirt, black as well and short, didn't do a good job at hiding the top part of her legs. He looked at the gentle curve of her hips. He could see multiple tattoos on her arms. A dagger on her left forearm, what looked like an old car doodle on the other arm. She had a lavender flower tattoo on the skin between her breasts. There was a drawing of a house on fire, it looked like it was on fire. A tarot card. Death.

She was looking at herself in the mirror, she stomped her foot on the ground a few times. Those shoes sounded heavy. She raised herself on pointe, wiggling her feet together. She looked like she was trying to remember the steps. Her arms draw figures in the air, she looked like a sorceress. She kept changing directions, switching positions. He wished he could snap pictures of her every time she fixed her head straight, or moved her leg, or arched her back. She had a concentrated expression, her mouth slightly open. She put her weight on her right leg and raised herself on pointe, turning on one foot. Two turns, he counted. She looked lost in thought again, she had her back to him. Her leotard left her back exposed, the fabric low on her behind. She had a beautiful spine tattoo, which he was terribly impressed from. It was a flower, the stem extender on her spine. It opened with big petals near her shoulder blades and at the base of her neck. From that position, she swung one of her legs up, her muscles flexing. She held up her leg for a few seconds, then proceeded to connect her toe to her knee cap. He could have stayed frozen in that position looking at her for days. He imagined himself waking towards her, caging her waist with his hands, feeling the fabric that covered her legs, feeling her bare back with his fingertips. He imagined himself dancing with her and effortlessly lifting her up, her arms around his neck, her chest against his own.

He wanted to feel the pearly sweat on her forehead, the hair that fell from her bun on her neck, ear her quick laboured breaths. He could have sworn she was floating, her feet never really touching the ground. Her arms drew beautiful circles in the air. He let his eyes wonder and take in all of her, like she was going to vanish like a fever dream. From the tip of her pointy nails, her shoulders, the curve of her ass, her thighs and those pointe shoes. Her eyes were fixated on her reflection, in a deep state of focus. He waited until she looked like she was done, she was breathing heavily from a few jumps she had repeated until she got them perfect like she wanted. He watched her dip one hand in the space between her breasts to fix her leotard which was sticking with sweat, that was when he decided he could not watch her anymore. He timidly took a step forward and knocked on the door frame.

She jumped and turned towards him, startled. When she realised it was him, she covered her mouth with her perfect little hand, fuck Jude what are you doing to me? '*Maronn, m'e fatt fa' o giall…'* she said. He could't understand what she said, but he thought she meant 'you scared the living shit out of me.' 'Sorry?' he replied, still standing by the door. She shook her head. How long has he been watching? She felt incredibly exposed. That stupid skirt didn't cover anything, she felt like she wanted to rip his eyes out for seeing her in that state. She was covered in sweat, she probably stank, her bun was falling apart cause she took out all the pins that were piercing her scalp. 'I'm serious, you can't do that to people, I thought I was going to piss myself.' It made him smile, she was so unserious, yet her expression was still of pure shock. He threw his hands in the air in an apologetic way. He took a step in the room, but she raised an hand.

'No shoes', she instructed. He rolled his eyes but complied. 'What are you doing here?' She was sitting down next to her bag, untying her laces. He stepped close to her in his socks, looking down at where she was sitting. 'I wanted to know how it went with that girl…' he said. She looked up before removing her point shoe. He wanted to know? So he took a car at seven in the evening, and drove all the way to her ballet school, he even remembered where it was located, just to ask about updates on the bullying situation. He still had a mask on. So he always covered his face, why? 'Oh… all good, I solved it.' I heard, he thought. She removed her toe pads, hissing in pain. He crunched down, looking at her foot. Her toe was bleeding, there was redness all over her skin, blue veins popping out. The shape of the shoe was imprinted on her skin from wearing it for a long time. It wasn't an amazing sight, he had to admit. 'What's that?' he asked pointing at the blue second skin patches she had on her foot. She had secured them with scotch tape. 'Second skin… for blisters' she answered. She threw away the dirty patches along with the tape and took a look at her bleeding toe. She fished a bandaid out of her bag and continued with her other foot, which was as terrifying as the first one. He had his scars and she had hers then. Signs of the battlefield. It made him wonder how her face never showed discomfort, while she was dancing.

'Doesn't it hurt? The shoe', he asked. She gave him a little smile. She wasn't wearing as much make up as usual, her lashes looked natural, arched upwards, her skin was glistening with sweat, now that he was closer he could see her freckles better, one on the side of her nose, one on her cheek. She handed him a pointe shoe. 'Feel how hard it is' she said, then proceeded to take the other one and tap it on the ground. 'I stand on this for hours, barefoot'. He squished the shoe between his fingers, feeling the hard tip. Impressive. Was it wood inside? Or cement? 'Why are you really here?' She stood up, and so did he. She was tiny without her precious high boots. Standing barefoot in front of him, barely dressed, he decided she was 5'2''. I could crush you with a finger, he thought. He could wrap his hand around her torso, circling her whole waist. She was frowning, looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights. She wasn't scared, she just stood in between him and the mirror. One step foreword, I would crush and you'd be trapped. 'I told you, I wanted to know how yesterday's situation ended.' It wasn't a total lie. It made him feel awkward, seeing her embarrassed and he wanted to believe her apologies were sincere. He was annoyed yesterday, he had to admit. He knew she couldn't leave Gemma alone out there, it was just inconvenient timing. He didn't want to be in that situation, he made a mistake entering that car to begin with. His feet had dragged him to one of the cars, he drove all the way to the school, he saw it open, lights on. He saw bodies moving on the first floor, he saw young girls in ballet attire. He saw her through the windows. He looked at her walking in between them, her judging eyes. He couldn't pick up on what she was saying but he was sure her words cut like knifes. The way her lips moved, her expression dark. He imagined her loving control, loving the idea of being in charge and telling her students what they had to do. And when they failed. She looked at him, she was studying him. 'You don't look like the type to gossip', she rested both her hands on her hips. 'You don't know the first thing about me… Alba.'

There he said it. I know you now. Her expression quickly shifted, her eyes wide in shock. He could smell her fear. What the fuck, how? She felt compromised. She felt like he was entering her safe space uninvited. She felt violated. I have to pack my things and leave again. 'How…' she spoke, but a voice called for her from the changing rooms. It was another teacher, jazz class. 'Alba I'm done here, I'll see you Friday!' She quickly shouted back that she was on her way out, her eyes still fixated on his, trying to depict why he knew her fake name. He was amused. 'I heard Gemma say it on her way out', he explained. She looked like she was about to panic. Either punch him, run away or stab him in the neck with a hair pin. She still didn't feel at ease, even though the explanation made sense. It's not the real one, he thought he figured it out, he doesn't know it's fake. It's fine, let him believe he found it, it's fake. She tried to change the subject. 'Did you eat yet?'

'What?'

'I wanna go eat.'

'...what?'

A tiny pause. 'Burger?'

Now, did it take long to convince him to go eat with her? No. Was he still debating while driving her to the nearest burger place he could think of? Yes. Of course. He made the same mistake twice, which was being in a confined space with her. So close he could feel her breath, see the hair on her arms. This wasn't his life at all. He could't remember the last time he went out to a restaurant with a girl, he rarely went out with his teammates, let alone someone else. What even was she to him, a coworker? He would normally be at the base, doing some paperwork, studying the next mission. He would normally be caged in his office, or his room with a book and a cigarette. That was his normal. It wasn't normal to think about her, to visit her office, to want to talk to her. The fact is, he really wasn't thinking when he was with her. He wan't pondering his decisions, he wasn't considering implications, he just did what he wanted. He didn't feel like he needed to be ready to fight, and that would most definitely get him killed sooner or later. And he wanted to know her, cause she seemed so full of shit all the time, it had to be an act. He thought she was a time bomb. She created such a halo of mystery around her, he needed to know. She didn't belong there, she was there for a specific reason, why?

They sat down at a table for two, far from the entrance, which he was grateful for. He didn't like going out in public. He had a grey balaclava on, plain grey no print. He kept the hood of his shirt on his head and sat with his shoulders to the restaurant. She had changed, before going out. She went into the changing rooms, quickly refreshed herself in the toilet. Thank God she had deodorant with her. She stripped of her leotard and tights, her outfit wasn't really going to be elegant. She put on sweats and an oversized jumper, she had running shoes on. She tried to fix her hair, ended up letting them fall on her shoulders. She looked at the menu, or better pretended to look at the menu. She was looking at him. It didn't sound right at all, he was lying to her. He was there for a specific reason. She kept thinking at him in the truck, trying to remember which way the dance school was. Did you look it up online? Did you remember from last night, did you think about last night? They stayed silent until they came to take their order. He ordered a burger with bacon and onions, she went with a cheeseburger with hot sauce. When the waitress left they were alone again, looking at each other with serious faces without saying a word. It felt like they were studying each other. They were Trojans and Achaeans. Alba was a female version of Achilles, son of Thetis and Peleus. The hero of grief and sorrow. The hero of rage. The rage that made him famous, the same rage that killed him. Simon was Hector. Son of Priam, king of Troy. The proctor of the city. The first of the soldiers, the greatest. Loved by his people, ready to serve them. Alba had read and translated a good portion of the Iliad at school. Spoiler alert, Achilles kills Hector in a horrifying way and drags his naked body around Troy.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' he was the first to speak. She scoffed. Sorry Simon, I was thinking about tying your leg to my chariot and dragging you around naked. 'Because I think you're full of shit.' She replied. He tilted his head downwards.

'You're the one that's hiding her identity.'

'Says the guy with the face mask.'

'Well, I know your name now.'

'Oh scary, I can start crying if you want.'

They looked at each other for a few more seconds in silence. I could do this all day, that's what he thought. 'If you came here just to tell me to stop with the Al-Jareena stuff I got the message.' He stopped her, 'I know, it's fine', he said. She closed her mouth. You wanna talk Simon, talk. He looked like he was finding the right words, he looked like he was struggling. She understood. He wanted to let her know he wasn't mad for forcing him into her car. He looked for her, drove 30 minutes to see her and tell her. 'Okay…' she said, her voice soft 'Thanks.' She took a sip of water from her glass. He was tense in his chair. She thought this wasn't really his comfort zone, he didn't strike her as the social type. With them, only 4 tables were full. It was a Thursday, not much fun going on in the city. She was glad, she looked like she had just ran a marathon and fished her clothes from a trashcan. Typical Thursday outfit.

'Alba', he said. She felt a shiver travel down her spine. She had almost forgot. Her name. She crossed her arms agains her chest and sighed, sitting back in her chair, waiting for him to speak.

'Tell me about The Pilgrimage.'

notes: I LOVE THEM

notes: 'Maronn, m'e fatt fa' o giall…' Naples dialect for: 'My god you made me piss myself', to use when you're scared.

notes: Trojans and Achaeans (Greeks) fought the Trojan war in the Iliad (Homer). Alba is definitely a greek mythology fan. as you might have gathered she is, in fact, Italian. in the Italian school system, there is a particular set of studies that revolve around Greek and Latin mythology, literature, history and translations. she went to that school and to this day dreams about the last conversation between Hector and his wife Andromache which is, trust me, an heart wrenching goodbye from the husband. expect more mythology Easter eggs ehehe.

noted: alba's back tattoo is a thistle flower

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After coming home, Simon headed straight to his office. It was the only room in the house that he locked. He rarely had guests, but just in case someone came over, he wanted to stop them from snooping around. His office contained not only important work documents, but also his secrets — all the mementoes he had collected over the years during periods when his obsessions consumed him.

He retrieved a black box from behind the books on a tall shelf and sat at his desk. The box, although small and a little old, contained a plethora of items. Carefully placing the lid on the table, he reached for his notebook and began perusing its pages — he had nothing to add to it yet. His eyes skimmed over his own handwriting as he examined your schedule once again, which not only encompassed the things you liked, and your behaviour patterns, but also the names of your friends, and the addresses of the places you went to the most. He wanted to figure out how he ended up overlooking your early return home.

He set the notebook aside.

In the box, there was also a receipt from the first time he met you and paid for your coffee. On top of it was a flower. At the club, you kept fidgeting with the napkin. Perhaps you were nervous. But once you finished folding it over and over again, and were satisfied with the result, you showed it to him, telling him it’s one of your special skills. Simon thought little of it, but at the end of the night, while you were distracted and not paying attention, he discreetly scooped up the flower and put it into his jacket pocket.

Now, he had one more thing to add to the box. Your panties. His fingers ran across the smooth fabric, his eyes glued to it as his imagination spiralled and his mind conjured up scenarios for him to enjoy, in which you wore nothing but these. With his body yearning for release, he hastily reached down into his pants, only to be interrupted by the vibration of his phone. He wasn’t planning on answering, but when the screen flashed with a new notification and he saw it was a message from you, he knew he had to reply.

‘Something came up and I’ll be busy on Friday. Does today work for you? Same place, same time.’

After reading your text, Simon arched his brow. He had expected to have you for the entire Friday. He clicked his teeth, his eyes grazing over the words on the screen repeatedly. Simon wanted to be irritated, as he disliked when things didn’t go according to plan. However, he couldn’t be mad at you. After all, you hadn’t completely ditched him; instead, you proposed to meet today. So, he sent you a brief reply, saying that he is looking forward to seeing you later.

He spent the rest of the day getting ready. First, he took a long shower, scrubbing his body thoroughly and standing under the running hot water until the steam made breathing difficult. Next, he shaved his stubble. As the razor glided over his skin, he studied his reflection, noting his bloodshot eyes and weary expression. Lastly, he ate a hearty meal and went to bed, hoping a quick nap would help to diminish the dark circles under his eyes. Once he woke up, it was time to go.

6:34 PM.

Simon was standing outside the coffee shop, a little further from the entrance, waiting for you. He wanted to take you somewhere nice. Maybe to your favourite restaurant, which he knew was a quaint and charming place not too far from your home (you had posted about it several times). However, when you suggested meeting at the coffee shop, he had to agree. If the place where you first met felt the safest and most comfortable for you to see him again, he was fine with having your first unofficial date there. You deserve nothing but the best. But he was determined to give you time to get to know him before taking you out on more extravagant dates to fancy, luxurious restaurants.

You were four minutes late. But Simon was unconcerned. From his observations during the time he had spent following you, he had come to understand that you tended to lose track of time. You were often late, and not once while stalking you, had he seen you slowly walk down the street - you were always practically running.

Another ten minutes passed, and he was starting to lose patience. After five more minutes, he was about to send a message to ask if you had changed your mind about coming. Thankfully, exactly two minutes later, he saw you and put his phone back in his pocket. You were walking down the sidewalk, your eyes searching for him. As your gaze met his, Simon saw your lips curl into a smile. You gave him a small wave, which he responded to with a nod and a smile of his own.

“Sorry, got stuck at work.” The moment you approached Simon, you apologized, the words tumbling out in a hurry.

His dark eyes settled on your face. He noticed the shimmer of your lips, lightly glossed. His gaze then shifted to your black lashes, generously coated in mascara. He watched as you blinked a few times before turning his attention to your hair, neatly tied in a ponytail. Biting the inside of his cheek, he allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts for a moment, imagining how it would feel to bend you over, curl his fingers around your ponytail, tug at it and force you to tilt your head back to look at him.

After he was done playing out the short scenario in his head, which involved him fucking you in public, he examined your outfit. You were wearing a pretty blouse, a thin jacket and ripped jeans that hugged your figure just right, making him drool whenever he caught a glimpse of your backside. Simon couldn’t resist envisioning introducing you to his friends while you looked like this. Sure, he had only a couple, and most of them were from work, but the thought of them gawking at your adorable face made him grin like an idiot.

His lips parted subtly and he was about to compliment you, but then he noticed a brown shopping bag in your hand. A question almost slipped out of his mouth when he realised that your comment about being late because of work was a lie. However, he held his tongue back and said nothing about it.

He was curious about why you hadn’t told the truth, but he knew that if he hinted at your dishonesty, it could lead to you becoming flustered and stumbling over your words in an attempt to salvage the situation. Embarrassing you and making you uncomfortable would be an awful way to start the date.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” he replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He checked you out again, unable to pull his gaze away. This time, however, you caught him in the act. After realising what he was doing, you lowered your eyes, and the heat rushed to your cheeks, colouring them in a delicate shade of red. “But,” he continued, his voice soft and low as he rubbed his hands together. “I’m freezing over here... and that cup of coffee you owe me would come in quite handy right about now.”

Upon entering the coffee shop, you instructed Simon to pick a table and sit down. You knew that if he lingered by your side as you approached the counter, he might step in to pay. You didn’t want him to do that as you were determined to repay him for the first time he saved you, and all the cocktails he bought you at the club.

“Black sweet coffee, right?” You asked before leaving. He nodded, pleased that you remembered what he ordered last time.

After you rushed off to place an order, Simon subtly glanced into the bag, which you had carelessly left unattended on your chair. Inside it was a bottle of cheap red wine and a small box of condoms. A swarm of questions flooded his mind. Were you planning to sleep with someone? Who? Was that person the reason behind your rather insistent request to meet him today?

Jealousy bubbled up within him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Darkness began to seep into his veins, urging him to confront you and demand answers. Yet, he knew he couldn’t lash out at you, couldn’t let his emotions control him. He swallowed his fury, buried the questions deep in his mind, and forced himself to keep his mouth shut.

He slumped back in his seat, his shoulders drooping and his hands falling onto his lap. Absentmindedly, he cracked his knuckles, each pop satisfying. Although he tried to shut off his mind, one persistent thought refused to leave his head: were you seeing two guys at the same time? This didn’t seem like your style. He didn’t want to believe you were the type of woman who could do that. But maybe, just maybe, there was a side of you that Simon wasn’t aware of, a side he still needed to discover.

He was brought back to reality when you returned and handed him a cup of coffee.

You two talked. A lot. And once the conversation started, little by little, he directed all his attention towards you. By doing so, he found temporary relief from what was previously bothering him, if only for a moment.

Simon told you about himself, only choosing to share elements of his life that painted him in a favourable light. He started with his experiences in the military, a time that he said was transformative for him. He spoke of how it shaped him, moulding him into the man he is today. Then, he also mentioned that he’s currently on a break, casually omitting critical details. Specifically, he left out why he had to take this break - it was not by choice, but because he had nearly ended a recruit’s life.

When it was your turn to share, you chose to tell him about your friends first. You admitted Mindy and Liz, like any other person, had their own set of imperfections. You acknowledged their quirks and flaws, but then you made it a point to emphasise that no one is flawless, and if you genuinely care about someone, you learn to accept and love them for who they are. After this, Simon couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t interrupt you, but his thoughts turned inward, hoping that as you got to know him, you’d grow to love him, too. And even if you someday discovered his darker side, you wouldn’t leave him.

“So, are you single?” Simon finally dared to ask. The conversation had somehow shifted towards the topic of relationships, and the two of you had found yourselves swapping stories about awkward dates and the strange individuals you’d encountered along the way.

“Yes, and no,” you replied, your teeth lightly gnawing at your bottom lip. There was a pause, a momentary hesitation, as if you were debating whether to continue or not. After taking a slow, deliberate sip of your coffee, you decided to elaborate. “I’m not in a relationship, per se, but I’m seeing this guy. We had lost touch for a while, but he recently moved back to the city, and we reconnected over old high-school memories.”

Simon’s jaw clenched, and his shoulders tensed. He felt a sharp pang of something akin to jealousy, but he quickly composed himself, not wanting you to see his irritation.

“So you are two-timing us,” he retorted, maintaining a light and playful tone. He tried to make it seem as though he was just joking. “In the morning, you go on a date with me, but if I turn out to be dull, you’ll leave him for me. I must admit, I feel hurt.” Simon chuckled and pressed his palm to his chest for added dramatic effect, continuing his charade.

“No, but... Hold on. Are we on a date?” You returned, joining in on his playful banter. You decided it would be better to keep the mood light and not take it too seriously.

Both of you ended up laughing, and after a few minutes, the conversation naturally shifted to a different subject. However, Simon’s mind was in turmoil. He continued to talk with you, feigning interest and pretending to be present in the moment. But his thoughts were elsewhere - he found himself consumed with a burning desire to know who this other man was.

The realisation dawned on him as you shared amusing memories from your high school days. He figured out who was his competition. Matt. This was a problem, a huge one. He couldn’t make you fall in love with him if you had your eyes set on another man. Matt had to be removed from the equation, and Simon was eager to take on the mission of eliminating that jerk from your life. He was ready to do anything, absolutely anything, to ensure your happiness and well-being, and in order for him to accomplish his goal, he had to erase Matt from the picture.

[tinyidle]

Can you do a Mishu smut with Shuhua as top and Miyeon is a sensitive bottom and Shuhua overstimulates her and makes her cry

let's see how quick i can write this while barely proofreading

I'm Not Sorry, Baby - CMY x YSH

WARNING: smut, some fluff at the end, kind of rough-ish sex, overstimulation, dry humping, dacriphyllia, subspace, kissing, hickies, nipple/breast play, nipple sucking, scissoring, dom!shuhua, top shuhua, sub!miyeon, sensitive!bottom miyeon, fiction ofc

shuhua pressed her lips onto miyeon's on her bed.

the older came to visit and hang out with the younger, but one thing led to another, and now the two are having a heated make out session.

miyeon's hands roamed all around shuhua's sides, trying to find a place to rest her eager hands while the taiwanese woman held her cheeks in her hands as they shared kiss upon messy kiss on miyeon's now plump lips. finally her hands rested on shuhua's hips as the younger moved her lips from miyeon's own lips to the olders cheeks, jawline, and then send flowerly pecks to her neck before resting her mouth there.

"shu- huaa," the older woman gasped as she felt shuhua's mouth make quick suction onto her neck, moving her hands from her hips to her buttk grasping it for a desperate sense of reality.

"mmh," shuhua hummed before letting go of miyeon's neck, licking over the area before giving it a gentle smooch and moving to another area to suck. by this time, she had her knees on either side of miyeon's hips, pressing her clothed crotched onto the other's in an attempt to get some friction. because of the material of their clothing, they could feel everything yet nothing at all.

shuhua unlatched herself from miyeon's now lightly blotched neck, smiling at the newly pink flowers of love she planted on her own personal canvas. sure, her lips were now throbbing and bruised from all the sucking, but found it to be worth the pain. "you look so pretty like this, unnie," she whispered while unbuttoning her top, letting it slip off along with her bralette. she then helps miyeon take off her top and bra before smiling down at how flushed the woman seemed to be from underneath her.

before miyeon could even ask her lover to do anything, shuhua rested her huge hands on her breasts, gently kneading them as she restarted her grinding on the older. miyeon was now breathing heavily as shuhua went from massaging her mound to using her thumbs to rub pleasure-bursting circles on miyeon's nipples. "you're s-so good to me," miyeon praised the younger before arching her back and calling out in pleasure as shuhua leaned down to use her mouth to please the older.

"mhmm," shuhua moaned before taking one nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it while still rubbing the other with her thumb. after a few minutes, she would switch between breasts while also continuing her grinding on the now completely red-in-the-face miyeon. when shuhua finally unlatched from her lover's nipples, she saw as miyeon looked close to the edge. leaning down to rub her own breasts to miyeon's highly-sensitive ones, she went close to miyeon's ear, kissing near it before whispering, "cum for me."

"ohhh~!" miyeon threw her head back and let out a sharp moan as she let her body just do whatever it wanted. she felt her juices flow down her thighs as she felt shuhua continue to rub against her clit. shuhua herself was falling apart as she used her older lover's orgasm to get off before releasing in her own confinements.

the two were breathing heavily, chest-to-chest, face sweaty and full of pleasure. when they would usually call it quits, shuhua got off of miyeon-- only to pull off both she and her girlfriend's bottoms off.

miyeon was confused, especailly post-orgasm. "shuhua, what are you-- FUCK!"

the younger went back to being on top of the older, hoisting her leg a bit to press her now bare clit to miyeon's equally bare core. as much as she tried to protest and unsuccessfully push away, miyeon let her lover use her to how she wanted. "im sorry, baby," shuhua feigned an expression regret, clearly stated on her face as it was covered in undenial pleasure. "but i know you love it."

while shuhua was pushing herself onto the older, eyes squeezed tight and moans in the form of pants, she decided to open them for a bit to see the state of the woman. miyeon's face was drenched with tears, her head contiously nodding with the phrase 'don't stop' and the word 'yes' being repeatedly chanted from her lips.

smirking, she pushed herself harder onto miyeon's clit, all until miyeon cried out. "fuck, im cumming! shuhua im cumming!" as miyeon let her body go into second release it needed, shuhua moaned loud as she grinded onto miyeon one more time before orgasming all over her lover.

they were both sweating hard, panting and on the verge of passing out.

after a few minutes of catching their breath, shuhua lifted up her hand to wipe the older's tears away. she then lifted the crying girl's chin up and gave her a gentle kiss. "unnie, i am actually sorry i made you cry," shuhua apologized.

"it's okay, shushu," miyeon assured her, brushing her long hair from her face before leaning in to kiss shuhua's still throbbing, slighlty heated lips. shuhua winced, but, after miyeon quitely apologized, shuhua only smiled and let her lover kiss her over and over again until they finally decided to clean up.

[stray-kaz]

Out of Bounds : a Jake Seresin x reader FF : II

Summary: Beach date! Swimming! Jake brings flowers! Sand and kisses!

Warning: A little bit of saucy language and a smidge of sexy stuff.

The next day, late Saturday morning, Bob opened his door to find Jake waiting on the doorstep, bouquet of all pink flowers in one hand. Jake tried to give him a winning smile, but Bob just rolled his eyes and hollered over his shoulder for you.

“Found a place for my corpse yet?” Jake asked him, arching one eyebrow.

Without missing a beat, Bob answered.

“Yes. And the shovel’s in the trunk.”

Jake snorted, but the sound died as you appeared behind Bob, a striped towel hanging over one shoulder and a chili red one piece clutched in your fist.

“Hi, darlin’“ he murmured. “You sure are pretty.”

You blushed and slipped past your brother, looking up at your date.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, golden boy.”

You smiled at Bob.

“See you later, Robert” you said, side hugging him.

He nodded at you and pinned Jake with his blue stare.

“Don’t get her pregnant” he said sternly.

“Okay...” Jake muttered, eyes narrowing a little.

He felt a slender hand slide into his, grip and pull, leading him backwards over to his truck, a giant, shining, black hulk of a vehicle. He freed his keys and unlocked it, holding open the passenger door for you to climb up inside.

When he turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life beneath you, and you raised your eyebrows at him as you buckled in.

“Compensating for something, Jacob?”

His jaw unhinged as he turned his head to gape at you. Then his green eyes narrowed and he reached over the space between you and gently cupped the side of your face, sending tingles over your skin.

“I’ve never had any complaints” he told you softly, scrunching his nose when your skin darkened another shade of embarrassment.

He let you go and placed his hands back on the steering wheel, leaving you to grasp at your swimsuit and towel with shaky hands.

The beach was mostly deserted, a few people scattered up and down the dunes. Jake chose a quiet spot, pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket to put them on and then yanked his t-shirt up over his head.

You tried not to stare, you really did. But he was handsome as hell and beautiful to boot, golden skin pulled taut over plentiful muscles and a light dusting of dark gold hairs and freckles over his chest.

Jake tossed his t-shirt on the sand and glanced up to catch you staring, your eyes wide and yet another blush staining your cheeks. You bit your lip and blinked, finally meeting his gaze. You expected him to smirk and act cocky, but instead he just smiled.

“See something you like?” he teased gently.

You threw your towel at him and he caught it easily, snatching it out of the air. He glanced down at it and then back up at you, a little confused.

“What’s this for?” he asked you.

“I need to get changed” you answered, your heart slamming just a bit too hard in your chest.

His eyebrows rose high.

“And?”

“I need you to hold the towel up for me so no one sees me naked.”

His eyes darkened slightly and his tongue flicked out to smooth over chapped lips as he watched you waiting for his response, arms folded and hip cocked out.

Jake came right up to you, touched your shoulders with the towel and slowly turned you in a circle, opening it around you until it formed a complete curtain, pinched together near your shoulders by his strong fingers.

“There you are, darlin’“ he murmured. “Promise I won’t peek.”

You rolled your eyes and started to shuffle around, pulling your skirt and underwear down and your tank top off. You hastily unclipped your bra and bent to pull your swimsuit on, tugging it until it sat snugly over your breasts.

“Okay, I’m done” you muttered, and Jake gathered the towel up to lay it flat on the sand for you.

He eyed you as you collected your clothes in a pile together with his t-shirt, and gave you a low whistle. You straightened again and looked at him over your shoulder.

“See something you like?” you bit back, just a little coy, and he laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I see a lot I like, darlin’.”

You raised one eyebrow.

“A lot, huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jake rolled his eyes, took two steps and palmed your hips in both hands, his long fingers just barely grazing your backside. He squeezed gently and you jumped slightly, knocking into his chest. He was warm and solid and smelled like pine, sand and blue sky.

“It’s supposed to mean that you’ve got a lot of beautiful that I like” he breathed into your ear. “I could hold onto these hips all day long, but I’m guessing you want to get in the water at some point?”

You shivered and nodded at the same time.

“I’d like to swim” you admitted. “But you can hold onto me later. Okay?”

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

But even though he had agreed to let go of you, Jake kept a hold of your hips as you walked down to the water, feeling you sway as you picked your way over the sand.

You could feel yourself burn underneath his hands, underneath the thin material of your one piece, his touch thoroughly warming up the rest of your body, as if fire licked your skin.

Just before you reached the water, you turned to face Jake and lost your footing in the wet sand, going down with a yelp, Jake right on top of you. You landed on your back and Jake landed with his hands buried in shallow waves and sand either side of your head, his stomach and hips pressed to yours.

You blinked in shock, breathing in the scent of him and the seawater rushing past your ears. He was hovering so close, you could see the hickory flecks in his eyes and the tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth as he grinned, his gaze flicking down to your chest and back up again.

“Come here often?” he murmured, arching one eyebrow.

You arched yours right back, in spite of the racing in your chest.

“I don’t know” you retorted. “Do you?”

Oh, he wanted to kiss your smart mouth, but he held himself back.

“Try me” he said, and rocked carefully back on his heels to stand, before reaching a hand down to haul you to your feet.

You tried to brush the wet sand out of your hair, but it was a hopeless cause and you quickly gave up. 

“You’re still very pretty” Jake said, scrunching his nose and reaching out to swipe sand from the edge of your ear.

You shyly ducked your head and traced your toes through the cool water lapping at them.

“I think you’re very handsome” you admitted, glancing up at him.

“Oh, I know. Your constant fluctuation between flirty and shy tells me everything I need to know.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned a little, then reached out to take his hand again, gripping his fingers and towing him slowly out into the waves with you. You played a bit, moving your hips from side to side, then jumped as the first higher wave splashed against your back, soaking through your one piece.

You landed against Jake’s chest, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around your waist as he staggered a step in the hip deep water.

“You know, if you keep throwing yourself at me, this whole respecting your brother’s wishes thing is going to be difficult” he mumbled against your ear before straightening.

You tipped your head back and wrinkled your nose at him.

“How about you stop respecting Robert’s wishes and start respecting mine instead?” you retorted.

His smile turned into a smirk and one hand lifted to stroke a thumb across your cheekbone, sending goosebumps fluttering over your skin.

“And what are your wishes?” he asked you, lowering his head again to press his lips to your forehead and wait.

You closed your eyes, sighing softly.

“I’ll let you know” you whispered, so only Jake and the ocean could hear.

An hour later, you were back up on the sand, salt water drying slowly to damp grit on your skin, stretched out on your towels with Jake glued to your back, one of his arms pillowing your head. His other hand traced up and down your abdomen, drawing meaningless shapes and scribbles on your swimsuit with the sensitive tips of his fingers.

He felt you relax against him, your back sticking to his chest, your lower body curled against his. He leaned up over you and nosed along your cheek, felt you squirm and smile.

“Were you falling asleep?” he teased, brushing his lips across your cheekbone.

You mumbled, blinking open both eyes and shuffling further back against him.

Jake grunted at the impact and tried to ease away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but your body chased his and he settled against your hips, biting his lip at the feeling of your rear end nudging into him. He splayed his fingers over your stomach then slowly slid it up over your ribcage, between your breasts and finally rested it on the column of your throat, lacing his long fingers up to touch your lower jaw.

Jake gently turned your head toward him and you swallowed rapidly at the look in his eyes, now so close to yours.

“So, darlin’“ he drawled slowly, quietly. “Have you figured out what your wishes are yet?”

You slowly rotated on the towel so you could face him, hooking one leg over both of his. You felt him push against you, his hips rocking just slightly. You traced your gaze over his face; he was sandy in most places, even right by his mouth. But you didn’t care.

You nodded at him.

“I have” you told him softly.

He raised both eyebrows in anticipation.

“And?” Jake prompted.

“I wish for you to kiss me, golden boy.”

His grin was scandalous, the grin of a rake. You leaned in at the same time; he moved slow, lightly kissing your upper lip before pulling back to gauge your reaction. You chased his mouth, kissing the corner of it and tasting sand and salt. You felt his lips turn up in a smile.

“Has it been a while?” he asked, nudging your nose. “You missed.”

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands.

He gently pried them away and kissed all over your face until you giggled.

“Come here, darlin’. Let me show you.”

You did so willingly, breathless and falling.

It was dark out when Bob noticed Jake’s familiar oversized truck parked at the end of the driveway. He peered out the window, but he couldn’t see beyond the darkened windshield.

He should be glad he couldn’t see inside the truck. You were seated in Jake’s lap, your back pressed hard into the steering wheel, his hands circling your throat as you helplessly ground down against his hips, your moans drowning in his mouth.

Bob should be so glad he couldn’t see inside the truck.

Tagging: @callsign-viper​ @shanimallina87​ @little-wiseone​

[michelleleewise]

Worthy

Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader

Warnings: dark content ahead. Abduction, forced imprisonment, angst, anxiety, panic, drugging, unwanted touching, somnophilia, forced orgasm, mentions of birth control, swearing, crying, spanking, throwing things

Summary: realization settles into you as Thor comes back...

A/n- sorry this took a bit to get back to but I'm here!!!! Graphics by @firefly-graphics

Part Five -- Part Six-

You slowly open your eyes seeing darkness. Am I dead? You thought, slowly shifting under the heavy blanket as you turned your head, your eyes beginning to adjust seeing the whiteness of the walls. "Thor.." you whispered screwing your eyes shut remembering where you were...what he had done when the click of the door made you freeze, a shiver running up your spine hearing it swing open, the light switching on making your eyes pound behind your eyelids. "Muffin...are you sleeping?" You heard Thor whisper. You held your breath, willing him to leave when you heard him sigh "so stubborn." He said when you heard him lift the tray from the bed.

You slowly exhaled hearing the door close, peaking one eye open seeing his back to you you quickly closed it again staying as still as possible. You gripped the sheet beneath you hearing his heavy footsteps come closer, feeling his eyes on you as he came up next to the bed. "Muffin.." he purred, slowly running his fingers along the top of the blanket. "So beautiful.." he whispered, feeling him slowly pull the blanket back, containing a shiver as the cold air hit your skin. The blanket settling at your feet you felt his fingers ghost up your calf, slowly sliding up to your knee. You felt the warmth of his other hand hovering over your shoulder, his fingers slipping under the thin strap of your dress he pressed his large palm against your skin.

A whimper involuntarily passing your lips feeling his hand slide down cupping your breast under the thin material. "Mm...so sensative." He whispered, slowly kneeding your breast In small circles, his other lifting your knee before traveling up your thigh, squeezing gently he parted your legs as his fingers continued up, you screwed your eyes shut feeling them ghost over your core. "Open up for me my flower." He whispered, your back slightly arching as his fingers slid down through your folds, opening you up as he spread his fingers slowly moving up and down. "That's it muffin...your so wet already." He purred gripping your beast tighter while his other hand found your clit, rubbing small circles around it. You felt a tear roll down your cheek at your bodies betrayal, you didn't want this...didn't want him...but his touch ignited your skin, awakening a deep ache inside you.

You exhaled a deep breath through your nose as he fingers sped up, rubbing your clit hard feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, another whimper leaving you when he tweaked your nipple, a sharp pain shooting through you "come for me muffin...I know you want to." He whispered, sliding his fingers down, slowly pushing one of his large fingers inside you, his thumb continuing its work on you clit as he curled his finger up making you gasp "that's it...let me feel you." He said as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching hard around his finger hearing him moan. "Mm I cannot wait to feel you clamp that pretty pussy around me." He growled, sliding his finger in and out slowly before pulling it out. You cracked your eye open seeing him bring it to his lips, licking your arousal from it. "You taste divine muffin." He moaned. taking a deep breath he grabbed the blanket, pulling it back up around your chin.

You quickly closed your eyes, feeling him press his lips to your forehead "soon muffin, you will be mine." He groaned slowly standing up. You tried to stay as still as possible hoping he would leave now that he was done when you felt a pinch in your arm making it jerk slightly "its ok love, just a little preventative measure." He said rubbing your arm "Maybe we can discuss a family later on." He continued. You felt bile rising in your stomach, the anxiety in your chest growing too much to contain feeling your limbs tremble as you heard his footsteps walk towards the door "I will return with dinner muffin." He said as he grabbed the abandoned tray, biting your lip you heard the door open and close, the lock clicking into place.

Throwing the blanket off you ran to the bathroom, dropping to your knees you expelled everything that was left in your stomach, which wasn't much as you wrapped your arms around your middle. Your stomach churning again as you shifted feeling your arousal between your thighs you pulled the dress off, crawling to the tub you climbed in turning the water on as hot as you could handle letting it wash over you, needing to burn his touch from your skin. You brought your knees to your chest hugging them to you as sobs shook your body. Humiliation ran through you at your bodies willingness to give into him, as much as your mind fought it. You looked up blinking the tears away seeing the white walls of the bathroom knowing...you had to get out.

You sat on the bed, staring at the wall trying to think of a way...there had to be...when you heard the lock click on the door, your body stiffening when you heard his footsteps "ah muffin, I'm glad your awake, I brought you dinner." He smiled setting the tray down in front of you. You had an idea, granted probably a bad one but you were wiling to try anything "I'm not hungry." You said flatly as he stood up "love you didn't eat breakfast, you need to eat this isn't healthy." He scowled crossing his arms. "I don't want anything from you." You snapped looking up seeing anger in his eyes "you will eat" he said sternly making you shudder. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for what may happen as you got up grabbing the tray.

"I said I'm not hungry!" You yelled, throwing the tray against the wall hearing the dishes shatter as they hit the concrete floor, food sliding down the wall as you looked back over to him, anger spread across his features as he looked at the now destroyed food before turning his gaze back to you "everything I'm doing for you and this is how you repay me?" He asked quietly stalking closer to you "i told you I don't want anything from you! Your fucking dillusional!" You yelled trying to push him away from you but he was a brick wall. you hoped maybe if you could distract him long enough you could grab the keys but now you weren't so sure.

You watched him hook them to his belt as he walked over to the tray beginning to pick everything up so you took your chance "you know i was wondering, is your brother single?" You asked watching him stiffen as he stood up "I bet he's pretty good in bed." You snarked bracing for your opportunity as he set the tray down tuning back to you "probably better then you.." you were cut off as the back of his hand met your cheek knocking you down "is that what you want muffin, to see whose better?" He sneered grabbing a fistful of your hair pulling you to your feet making you wince. You reached out trying to grab the keys as he pulled you towards him "I would be more then happy to give you a demonstration." He growled, your fingers brushing over the metal ring as he spun you around, shoving you face first into the mattress.

"T..thor....wait!" You yelled, trying to wiggle free when he grabbed your wrists pinning them behind your back with one hand, the other holding your head down to the mattress "I can assure you my brother would not be as kind as I have been to your insolence." He growled kicking your legs apart "i..I'm sorry Thor...please.." you pleaded feeling his erection press into your backside. "I have been patient, but I do have limits muffin." He said releasing your head, you froze feeling his large hand begin kneeding your ass "I believe a punishment is in order, wastefulness is unacceptable." He said lifting the bottom of your dress.

"I think five is sufficient, and you will count them or I'll start over." He said sternly. "What a.." you were cut off as his hand came in contact with your cheek, sending a jolt up your spine "count!" He yelled slapping you again "o..one.." you whispered as his hand came down again hard "t..two!" You yelled as your skin prickled "will you waste food again?" He asked slamming his hand down hard in the same spot "t..thee...no!" You yelled trying to squirm away from him, his grip on your wrists tightening "will you eat what I give you?" He asks landing another hard slap "f..four y..yes!" You yelled feeling tears well in your eyes "and you'll be a good girl and do as your told." He growled as his hand landed the final blow "aahh....f..five...yes!" You yelled, your head dropping to the bed as the tears flowed from you.

You jolted forward feeling his fingers traveled between your thighs, slowly moving up and down "mm..I think you enjoyed that." He purred leaning over you "your so wet for me muffin." He whispered in your ear placing a kiss on your shoulder. He released his grip on your wrists, taking a step back you sank to the floor, knees hitting the concrete making you wince. "Now, you will clean up your mess and maybe if your good ill bring you a book to read while I'm at work." He said unclipping the keys from his belt as you glared up at him...you were so close...

"Oh and another thing, if you mention my brother again there will be another punishment, and I will not go so easy on you again." He said unlocking the door "do you understand muffin?" He asked opening the door, his tall frame taking up the entire space "y..yes thor." You said grinding your teeth "I think I prefer sir." He said smiling watching you "yes...sir." you said. "Very good muffin, I will be back and we'll try this again, with a better attitude yes?" He said raising his eyebrows "yes sir." You said putting your head down. "Good girl. Now get to work." He said closing the door, the lock clicking into place.

You sat still staring at the floor, trying to shift you cried out at the sting on your backside. You crawled over to the mess that was your dinner, slowly picking up pieces of broken glass, none of them bug enough to fight him off with. You sighed setting everything on the tray, laying down on the cold floor you stared at the door. "There has to be a way." You whispered bringing your knees to your chest, trying to think of another plan.

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

Henry (eat locals) x female reader

Tags/warnings: 18+ minors DNI, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, biting, aftercare.

If you like it, please let me know and reblog!

Thanks @munsonownsmyass for giving it the once over!

As you sleepily turn in bed next to him, Henry's eyes are drawn back to the two small fading circles of red marking the delicate skin of your neck.

He did that, you let him do that.

His fingertips carefully take hold of the bedsheet, drawing it slowly down to reveal more of your nakedness without waking you. His gaze follows as an entire buffet of delight is uncovered, one that he sampled richly from last night. Another pair of reddish dots appear, just at the top of your breast. Yes, he did those too, and the ones at the curve of your hip, a stamp of his increasing need for you that was again gathering momentum as he admires his handiwork painted on the canvas of your body. The sheet peels away from your thigh and oh, there's another set of marks. He's not going to bite you now, but he is getting closer to what he does want. He moves softly, silently over you, eyes glittering in the dull light of the morning as he scents your delicious skin, his ears absorbing the music of your easy breath, his fingers feeling your pulse throb steadily through your veins. All a prelude to the main event. Your taste.

You murmur as he slowly and carefully hooks his hands underneath your knees, hitching your legs up and apart so that he can lie between them, stroking the pad of thumb lightly over yet another pair of partially healed puncture wounds on the inner part of your soft thigh. You loved when he bit you, he was well aware of the euphoric effect it could have, even from these small gentle nips. It had taken time for him to feel comfortable enough to assent to your request as he hadn't drank from a human in many hundreds of years, but you'd asked, pleaded with him so prettily both in and outwith of the throes of passion, promising that it was what you wanted and that he couldn't hurt you. How could he deny you that?

His tongue languidly passes across his full lips and they part, he's breathing the essence of you in. He closes his eyes for a second, lashes dusting the tops of his cheeks as his hips press down into the mattress to relieve some of the ache in his groin from how incredibly hard he is for you. He may be stronger, faster, but you have the ultimate power over him. His weakness is your comparative fragility, the soft accepting way you let him in along with your unbound desire for him, and that is more dangerous than any sunrise or stake could ever be.

He opens those hazel eyes and his goal is right there. Trailing his fingers over the soft hairs of your mound, a faint smile comes to his lips as you stir. He's hungry, ravenous, and you are as ripe and ready as a juicy peach, tempting him to devour your sweet and tender flesh.

His finger parts your pussy lips, slipping easily between your folds with how wet you already are from dreaming of him. He's aware of the subtle change in your breathing as you open like a flower at his touch, the tiny whimper you make as he circles your entrance.

"H-Henry..."

The first gasp of his name that morning melts into a high moan as he leans forward and his tongue laps over your cunt. It's such music to his ears and he's in no hurry to reach the crescendo, not before coaxing out every single note of your pleasure that he can.

"Love, I'd die over and over again just for the taste of you." He purrs, lifting his head briefly to meet your gaze, watching you arch and your mouth drop open as he slowly pushes two fingers inside you.

His mouth returns to your center, tongue twirling around your sensitive clit as he draws those fingers in and out a few more times before curling them up, dragging and pressing into your plush walls.

The feeling is almost unsurpassed and so you can't help how your thighs clamp shut around Henry's ears, and he moans deep into you, creating a sensual feedback that intensifies the electric sensation.

You tangle in the sheets, his free hand squeezing your ass, skimming up your undulating form, over your stomach and reaching to caress and knead your breasts. Stuttering moans only spur him as he adores and worships you with his mouth. He's still so measured and controlled, savouring the steady climb to your peak, holding back just enough to have you beg for him.

Please, Henry, please... You twitch and writhe in his tender but firm hold and he grinds into bed again, marking the sheets with the stream of precum dripping from his cock. He wants to give you as much as he can before he gives himself over to you.

The thrum of your blood is loud and hypnotic to him as it pools between your legs at his ministrations. You're a hair's breadth from coming and his eyes flicker up to see your hands moving over your skin, fingers re-finding his possessive marks all over you and it tips you over the edge. Your fingers fly to his head to furrow into his thick, dark hair, tugging and gripping him to you, the scratchy scruff of his beard reddening your delicate skin. Henry groans appreciatively, lapping up the nectar of your sweet release as you tremble, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing him tightly between your thighs while you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

He's above you as you catch your breath, and then just as suddenly you're over him as he switches your positions, looking down into the dark pools of his eyes as he stares up at you, still hungry.

"What a way to wake up..." you smile, feeling the thick weight of his cock curving up between your legs. You bend down to drag your tongue over his glistening lips, licking your own taste from them. His hand cups the back of your neck, the other skimming down your side as he slips his tongue into your mouth, kissing you feverishly.

"Anyone would think you had missed me overnight." You jest when you eventually part for breath.

"Oh I did. But is it my fault that you're so addictive, love?" Henry's hand slides down and his thumb grazes over the bite on your neck again. "Your body was calling out to me."

"Was it now?" You hum, running your hands over the hair on his chest. "I was dreaming of you."

He smirks. "I know you were."

"Do you want me to show you what I dreamt of?" You're already teasing the dark curls at the base of his cock and wrapping your fingers around it before he can answer with anything more than a groan. Both of you gasp as you sheath him inside you, that first stretch, that first full thrust almost making you delirious with pleasure. You ride him slowly, leaning forward, body to body and warm skin to cool with your forearms braced by his head to enable you to keep his mouth on yours. You push back up after a time, rocking your hips back and forth in no rush, enjoying the way his pleasure shows in his expression and through his wandering hands.

"Just like this?" He asks, watching you raise yourself up and sink down on him again, your eyes fluttering closed as you nod.

"Mhmm, yes, just like this. And then I- uhh -then I wanted you to- ohh!"

He's rolling up to meet your hips, hands resting at the top of your ass. "And then you wanted me to what, my sweet girl?" His smile is wicked, and it makes you bold.

"Wanted you to take me, claim me, fuck me hard from behind, make me yours." You swallow and tug your bottom lip between your teeth, head tilting back briefly before you look down straight into Henry's dazzling eyes. "Bite me." You hiss.

His fingers dig harder into your soft skin, lips curling just enough that you can see the points of his canine teeth. In a split second he's flipped you over, turned you on your hands and knees and all you're able to do is cry his name as he thrusts his cock back into the tight, wet warmth of your pretty cunt. One hand steadies your hips, the other clasped loosely at your nape as he fulfills your most recent fantasy.

"Like this, love?"

Clipped whimpers leave your lips as he speeds up, his balls smacking against your swollen pussy with the force as he fucks you harder. "Like this?"

The sounds are obscene. You're so dripping wet, he almost slips out of you a couple of times, pulling you back toward him and tightening the grip on your neck. "Mine!" He hunches over you, growling near your ear as your loud moans continue to fill the room.

"y-yes!"

He's rough but still attentive to what you like, squeezing and massaging each of your breasts with his free hand, pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples as filthy promises spill from his sinful lips. Of course, he could be sweet and gentle, make love to you just like he did last night, but right now you want this, his feral, untamed side. You want the animal.

"Oh, that's it my darling, let me feel that pretty little cunt squeezing my cock. I want you to milk me dry, love."

His words have the desired effect and you quiver deliciously around him. His balls are almost hitting your clit every time he thrusts forward, you reach back between your legs to tug on them and he growls deeply, throbbing within you as he nears his climax. He snakes his hand around you, his fingers slip tight, fast circles over your sensitive clit making you grip him like a vice as you near yours. The sound of your blood is a crashing roar in his head, the smell of it mixed with the smell of your arousal has his mouth opening and lips pulling back in a snarl.

"Fuck-- yes..."

Tighter. Faster. Harder.

"Scream for me darling, give me everything!" Henry demands, baring his teeth in a growl and then sinking them deep into the side of your neck. Your eyes roll back, gasping in a heaving breath as he sucks hard, the euphoric sensation of having both his teeth and cock buried in you making you fall apart so spectacularly.

Your hot blood spreads across his tongue before slipping down his throat, his taste buds exploding with the raw, unfiltered essence of you. The unmistakable taste of your aroused state drives him wild. He ruts madly now, wrapped so close around your body and you wail when both his teeth and cock sink deeper as he comes, spurting his release against your still clenching walls.

Your breath is almost lost to you as he squeezes you tightly, his lips pressed into your neck and both your hips still moving, although slower now as the passion gradually burns away.

"Oh..." is the most you can manage to say, your knees are shaking, unable to hold you up as Henry carefully withdraws and lays you both down on your side.

"Are you alright?" Henry asks. He strokes down your arm as he gently licks and kisses over the bite, his manner a complete 180 from just a moment ago.

You tentatively stretch out your body, humming at the slight soreness as you move. "Yeah," you reply, bringing your hand up to his face and smearing a tiny stray drop of red over his lips like a stain. He swipes his tongue out to get it and you smile.

"Satisfied? Did it live up to your dream?"

"It was even better. Henry, you always satisfy me."

He smiles and kisses you on the nose. "I'll run the shower in a sec, can I get you anything? You'll be hungry soon."

"Mm yeah, I'm starving thanks to you! But let's clean up first."

He takes great care in helping you wash, massaging shampoo through your hair and running his soapy hands over your skin, soothing the aches from your body. You do the same with him, fingers splaying over his broad chest, tracing the dips of muscle on his torso and you can't help replaying your morning activities over in your mind. He picks up on your elevated heart rate as your hands slide down over his gorgeous ass.

"You're insatiable," He teases, rinsing the remaining suds off both of you. You hook your hand around his neck and pull him in, indulging in a long, lazy, wet kiss. "I thought you were satisfied?" He says, grinning as you part.

"I'm not the only one who's addictive, Henry."

[ceruleanmusings]

Sunrise Sanctuary: Guest Log; Thorn

a/n: i have many ideas of the "guests" that visit or live at sunrise sanctuary and their backstories that would have either been long gone or not mentioned by the time the events in sunrise sanctuary happen. i wanted a place to put these ideas so i decided to write a separate "log" to showcase them. here's the first entry: thorn!

tagging @witchfog for all her support with sunrise sanctuary! i think i'll leave the logs here for now as "bonus" content and then migrate them over to ao3 eventually.

The leaf blower roared to life, the sound cutting in half seconds later when Skylar snapped headphones over her ears. Adjusting the machine on her back, she tightened her grip on the throttle trigger and started forward with her task for the day. Waving her arm in a sweeping motion, the propelled air blasted the leaves scattered along the ground up into the air.

They danced and twirled in an invisible cyclone; stark reds, bright yellows, and vibrant oranges. Against the stark splash of blue above and lush green below, nature painted a masterpiece on a canvas with every sweep of air.

Skylar cleared a few feet in front of her when something brushed by her leg. What the...? She paused, twisting to look down, not too far and not too fast or else she would wind up on the ground.

The last time that happened she blew herself across the ground, tumbling and rolling, due to the sheer power behind the leaf blower. Her father, Zenith, finally came to her rescue after he got his laughter under control. Mud-stained clothes, a couple bruises, and one hurt ego later, she made sure to let go of the trigger any time she felt herself tipping.

Seeing nothing but grass and leaves, Skylar shrugged and went back to blowing. Must've been Delta. The vaporeon loved to antagonize her and run away when she began to cross a line. Skylar took ten more slow steps when it happened again. Another brush of her ankle. Stopping, she slowly turned in a circle. Nothing. Water rippled on the surface of the pond nearby, breaking a second later when a lotad popped its head out, water dribbling out the top of its large leaf. Mollie, a miltank, lounged on the dock, her tail swinging above the water. Dasher, a rapidash, ran along the fence line, her flame matching the saturated colors on the trees she galloped past.

Brows furrowing, Skylar went back to leaf blowing. She managed to reach the horse stalls when she felt it again. A hit to her leg this time, it nearly buckled her knee and sent her into the wooden structure.

That's it!

With gritted teeth, she turned off the blower and yanked the headphones down to her neck, whirling around.

All fight drained out of her at the sight of the crouching pokemon. Instead of seeing a vaporeon with a curled tail and eyes sparkling with mirth, instead she was greeted to the sight of a nidoran♂ with its back arched, barbs extended and sharpened, pointing in her direction. His eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back in a snarl, a chattering warning sound coming from its mouth.

"Hey Thorn." Skylar slowly sank to a knee, ignoring the water immediately soaking through the thick denim. She held out one hand, palm facing outwards. "It's okay. It's just a leaf blower."

Thorn's ears wiggled and twitched as she spoke. His nostrils flared when her hand got close and its tense muscles eased, just a little. Its flank flowered a couple inches but the barbs remained raised while his eyes rained on the object on her back.

"There's no danger. I'm just pushing the leaves." Skylar kept her voice low and calm, fighting the strong beat of her heart against her chest at the sight of the barbs on him. Thorn had no problem putting their poison to good use when they sensed danger. Then it hit her—duh!—he thought she was in danger! Scratching by her leg was probably his way of getting her attention, or even trying to climb her to get to the contraption. Her heart melted at his protectiveness, ven though she'd be on the reviving end of that poison sting attack. "That must've hurt your ears though, huh? That's why you wanted to attack?"

Thorn chattered again and a fresh wave of despair hit her at his gummy mouth. Where his large front teeth should have been was an empty ridge. Thorn had been brought to them by a good samaritan; he wandered out of Viridian Forest worse for wear with blood dripping out his mouth. A battle gone wrong or the aftermath of a poacher, she didn't know. Either way, she and her father both agreed he wouldn't survive long if they released him back to the forest, if he was even accepted back into his herd. It was best for him to stay with them. He was on a soft, nearly liquid diet comprising of plants, herbs, and berries. Anything tougher had to be cut into smaller bites or added to generic soft pokemon food.

"It's just air. Look." Skylar readjusted the bag on her back, pointing it away from Thorn and blew it at her hand. Her hand bobbed beneath the force of the air shooting out of the machine. She then pointed it down at the grass, pushing the tall blades of grass over. They undulated like grassy ocean waves, green shifting to white and back with each push of air.

Thorn slowly lowered his flank, barbs shifting back to its normal position. He took a couple tentative steps forward, red eyes filled with curiosity. She turned off the air and held out the nozzle, waiting as he brushed his nose against the opening. Then he lowered his head and thrust its barb inside. The metal pinged and clinked against his scrabbling.

Skylar allowed a soft laugh to slip out her mouth at the sight. "Careful, you'll get stuck," she said. Thorn backed away, sitting down on his hindquarters, staring hard at the machine on her back. "It won't hurt you. I just need to get the leaves in a pile like this." Turning, she blew more of the leaves away until they settled into a small pile. "You can jump in them if you want."

Thorn stared at her, his head tilting to the side, ears lowering.

"It's a game," she explained. "It's fun." Then she cringed. With her flat explanation she made it sound as enjoyable as a visit to the dentist. How long had it been since she last jumped in the leaves? She scratched the side of her head as she thought, crawling back through the years. Probably...right before she started taking on more duties around the sanctuary six years ago. Just around her 10th birthday.

I'm big enough to help! she had insisted when Zenith tried to put her off the idea. She placed her hands on her hips and lifted her chin and held him in a defiant stare. I can do this! I've seen you work every day! i'll take it seriously! Let me try!

She'd been focused on her duties after that, making sure she mucked and provided food and groomed and, on time every time. No guest would endure more suffering under her watch. Fun and games fell by the wayside, she had a job to do after all. Her guests always came first.

She smiled. Her guests always came first.

"Okay, watch. You'll see." Raising the headphones to her ears again, she blew more leaves, adding to the pile until it came up a little over her knees. She shrugged the leaf blower off her back and set it aside, tossing the headphones to go with them. "Watch," she repeated to Thorn.

Taking a few steps back, she ran forward with a few strides and jumped into the red-hued pile. Her landed was soft among the leaves; they let out a satisfying crunch beneath her weight, tickled the exposed skin on her arms, and fluttered up around her head like autumn's own unique snowflakes.

"See?" A big grin burst on her face as she turned around, wading through the sea of foliage to crawl out. "You just jump right in." She brushed loose twigs clinging to the thick denim and swipe off the remnants of the water ring on her knees. Traces of mud smeared along the edges. She could worry about that later. Laundry was never ending at Sunrise Sanctuary. "Now it's your turn."

Thorn's earns flattened against his head and he lowered his head. He took a step back, his chattering now softer than before. Clicking her tongue, Skylar approached and crouched with her hands on her knees. "We can do it together. Okay?"

Thorn looked between her and the pile and he gave a tentative nod. She flashed a thumbs up and stood to full height. "Just run and jump, okay? Ready...go!"

Within seconds the two were airborn and landed in the the enveloping arms of the leaf pile. Skylar laughed, brushing loose leaves off her head while Thorn disappeared beneath the surface. A couple seconds later his forehead horn popped up and moved around the pile like a snorkel on a scuba diver, making her laugh harder.

Forelegs resting on her knees, Thorn popped out of the leaves with a big, toothless smile. "See? I told you it was fun," she said, stroking his head. And as he purred beneath her hand, she realized just how much she needed to tell herself those exact words. After all, a little bit of fun never hurt anyone. What was the point of it all if not to find the fun moments?

Thorn pushed into her hand, nearly crawling up her legs to get into her lap. "You want to go again?" He nodded, "Okay, but let me blow more leaves first so we can have an even bigger pile!"

[purpleprincessonfyre]

OUAT AU - I Know Places

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Ethane - Ethan Lensherr x Liane Felton

Fantasy AU

Inspired by the song I Know Places (Taylor's Version)

"They got their cages,

they got their boxes,

And guns.

They are the hunters, we are the foxes,

My love."

The woods darkened by the second as Ethan's horse cantered through the thorns and brush towards the tall twisted tower in the distance. His sword at his side, his helmet lowered, he was ready to kill this creature on sight for her wrong doings. Who would curse an innocent princess like that? And why? As soon as the curse had been lifted, the King had offered a heavy bounty for anyone who slayed the monster and brought back her head. Ethan was never one to pass up an opportunity for vengeance.

As he reached the twisted tower he heard no sound from the outside. Perhaps he was walking into a trap? He dismounted his horse, drew his sword and entered through the creaking, splintered door, making his way up the winding staircase as the wind whistled through every crack and crevice in the tower walls. Ethan had been told the creature was a vile and hideous woman with a heart as black as ink and terrifying powers. But that didn't scare him.

As he reached the top steps he heard a slight sound coming from the floor above, it sounded like...crying? The closer he got the louder the sound became and he gripped his sword tighter, ready to find an innocent soul trapped in this wicked tower.

Instead he saw a young woman, curled up in a corner, head between her knees sobbing. Her long purple tresses were being swamped by bright blonde roots, long curving black horns protruded from her head and scars ran down her tearstained cheeks and neck as she sobbed.

The knights presence became known as he entered and Ethan was suddenly looking directly into deep purple eyes. He knew those eyes well...it couldn't be! His mind reached back to a simpler time and instead of seeing this woman he instead saw a young girl with bright blonde hair, short black horns and huge sweeping wings on her back, giggling and smiling....

"Something happens when

Everybody finds out.

See the vultures circling dark clouds."

"Who are you?" The young girl demanded, pointing a long stick at the young boy, her purple eyes filled with determination.

"I'm not a monster, I promise!"

"But you are a human, right?"

"I...well-"

"You're trespassing in the realm of the Fae."

"The Fae- ohhhhh. That's why father said not to step on those circles of mushrooms..."

"You...you entered a fairy circle?"

"Yes?"

The young girl chuckled, trying to look serious but couldn't help herself but laugh.

"Hey!"

"Sorry but that is your own fault. You shouldn't have stepped in the circle."

"Just...can you put the stick down?"

"It's my stick."

"Please?" His green eyes pleaded with her as she frowned, unsure of whether this boy was trustworthy.

"You promise not to hurt the fairies? Or our land?"

"Cross my heart." And he did so.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it."

"So why are you here then?"

"I'm a fairy too."

The boy frowned, looking her up and down, noting her dirty bare feet, her ragged dress and her horns.

"Y'don't look like any fairy I know."

"What do you think we look like?"

"I dunno. Smaller, they wear flower colours, they have wands. And they have wings."

"I have wings too!" The girl retorted, indignant.

"Well, can I see them then?"

"See what?"

"Your wings, silly!"

"That's a bit rude, you can't ask to see my wings."

"Well then I guess you haven't got any..." The boy said, sniffing. The girl grimaced before arching her back very deliberately and out came two large, feathery, purple wings from her back. The boy looked on in awe.

"Wow! They're so pretty! And they match your eyes!"

"Thanks...I'm Liane."

"Ethan, nice to meet you."

"Lights flash and we'll run for the fences,

Let them say what they want

We won't hear it.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time,

Not this time."

Ethan blinked and there was his childhood fairy friend, Liane, crying on the floor in the dark tower.

"Liane?"

"Ethan....I'm sorry."

"You cursed the Princess?!"

"It was foolish, I know!"

"You're the monster?"

"Thanks.." she spat bitterly, tears still rolling her cheeks.

"But why?"

"Jealousy, selfishness, pride, envy, just kill me already! I know that's why you're here! Yes I cursed the Princess to prick her finger and die! Yes my plan failed miserably! Yes I feel awful! Now just kill me, you idiot!" She screamed, her eyes now glowing purple as she sat there, waiting for her death.

Ethan looked her in the eye, held up his sword, and dropped it at her feet.

"I can't kill you."

"What?"

"I can't do it, Liane."

"Why not!"

"Because I care about you, you stupid fairy! I've always cared about you."

"You have?"

"Yes. You can make rash decisions, you get jealous, you're uncouth, you say things that would make Kings blush but I love all of those things. You matter to me."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart.." he smiled, taking her hand and helping her to her feet, noticing something on her back. Something rigid that used to feel soft and feathery. Something that felt raw. Like it had been sliced away from her body.

"Your back...it's-"

"Don't." She cut in, flinching away from him as he grazed her back with his fingers.

"Where are your wings?"

"Ethan stop it."

"I'm asking, where are they?"

"Please..."

"WHERE ARE YOUR WINGS?!"

"Love's a fragile little flame it could burn out,

It could burn out..."

"Can I touch them?" A slightly older than before Ethan asked, admiring her wings the way he always did.

"Um, as long as you're gentle, then yes." Liane held out her wing to Ethan, letting him stroke it. As his hand touched her feathery wing, it felt like stroking a soft bed, so smooth and so warm to the touch. He smiled.

"Well?"

"They're so soft! And fluffy!"

"Thank you.." she smiled, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks as her continued to stroke her wing like she was an injured bird or a scared horse. It was comforting in a strange way. Like the way her mother used to stroke her hair when she was little.

"Can we go flying now?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please?" Ethan begged, his big green eyes as round as marbles as Liane relented, taking hold of him by the waist firmly, her eyes turning to the skies as they began to ascend, swooping and soaring through the trees and into the clouds as Ethan whooped and giggled, Liane smiling and chuckling as they flew so effortlessly through the sky.

The feeling of flying on Liane's wings was like nothing else mattered, just him and her in the wind and the breeze for as long as they pleased. He felt safe in her arms and knew she would never let him come to harm.

"Just grab my hand don't ever drop it,

My love..."

"It was my price for the curse!" She howled, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed. "I wanted to curse the future Queen as payback for what the King and his men did to my land so I went to The Dark Prince for a curse!

"He told me it would cost me dearly and he said he would take from me something precious. Something I can't live without. My wings...I was blinded by greed and anger, I agreed and he promised that when I succeeded he would return me my wings with the knowledge that I would owe him from then on. He took that horrible blade and cut them off, displaying them in his disgusting castle like a trophy! But I failed....and now I can never have them back!" She sobbed, stroking her now raw and rigid back mournfully.

Ethan sighed and tried to console her but rage of his own was festering in his heart as she spoke. Learning that his closest friend had made a deal and had her wings clipped by the most powerful man in the realm for a curse made him more than angry. His heart now ached for the woman he had grown to love, holding her fast as she cried harder and harder.

"You have to go, they'll kill you too for betraying the king."

"I'm not going to leave you here."

"Ethan please-"

"Come with me." His eyes were inviting and warm, his gauntleted hand holding tight to hers. He wanted to take her away from all this, take her far away from the Kings and their knights. He pulled off his helmet and tossed it to the ground as a sign he wouldn't break this promise.

"They'll come for both of us."

"Let them. We'll keep running. You and I can leave this place, my horse will take us to greener pastures, we need nothing but ourselves for company. For the rest of forever you are mine, Liane."

"I...I love you. I've always loved you."

He kissed her, holding her tight as his lips crashed against her darkened, cracked lips, watching as the fire in her eyes calmed and her heart beat started to slow. His hand went to her stained hair and he held her like he was never letting go.

The two mounted the horse as the sun started to set in the west, Liane covered her head with her cloak carefully, holding on tight to Ethan's waist as they looked towards the thicket in the distance.

"Let's leave this awful forest."

"Together."

"For now and for always."

And they rode off into the waning night, from anyone who would want them dead, heading for a life far quieter and far simpler than the ones cut out for them.

"(I) In the dead of night

Your eyes so green....

(Hide) And I know for you

It's always me."

Thanks for reading!

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[herald-divine-hell]

Writing prompt: “don’t you trust me”

Thank you for the prompt!

TW: Mentions and vague depictions of abuse

Time Period: Dragon Age: Origins (2008)

Setting: Lost in Dreams - The Broken Circle

Characters: Amayian Trevelyan, Lady Jacqueline Trevelyan, Warden Surana

Length: 2k+

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He found his mother in Vasenarg's gardens, with a faint cool sea-wind crawling over the high stone walls crowned in their horned crenellations, bringing the scent of roses and violets and marigolds.

Seated high upon the stone throne with its blue-tiled dome, slender spiraled pillars topped at both ends with the rearing chest and neighing head of stallions, and vine-woven railing stretching from pillar to pillar, his mother was turned away from him, staring out to the gardens. A blissful smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and the soft echoes of laughing lines could be glimpsed with the small scrunch of her amber eyes. Long thick waves of chestnut brown hair tumbled down from a high crown of braided hair, speckled with fine gems of ruby and sapphire and amethyst. That day, she wore her birthing dress, plain and white, with only the faintest silver embroidery along the sweeping sleeves and across the bodice. The skirt spread about her like the flowering lotus, like a gown of starlight.

His feet carried him, and his thoughts swam in and out of his mind, cresting the high waves before darting into the fearful depths. The stone paved road twisting around a little bond, sprinkled with loosened petals that had been carried by the wind. Sunlight glistened across the waters, as if a thousands gems twinkled beneath. And yet, his eyes were only on his mother, and the soft song borne by the air to his ears as he drew closer. A little lullaby, the one she sang when the dreams grasped him in its hold and refused to let him go.

But on this day, no words were spoken, only hummed. But that seemed only fair. He did not deserve those words, after what he had done. After his failure.

For a brief moment, he halted, unsured if his mother would even wanted to see him. Behind, the wind scurried against him, delicate hands of unseen air pressing against his back, grasping fistfuls of cloth, as if to drag him forward. And yet, Amayian's feet seemed buried into the stone, trapped. His right thumb searched for his mother's ring, felt the cold silver touch his skin, and the tightened breath clasping his chest flowed out of him.

"My sweet son, my brave son, why are you so far?" called his mother, though she did not turn to see him. "Do you not trust me?"

Ever obedient, Amayian took long steps to his mother. No words touched his tongue. All ability to speak seemed to have fled him, just like his fears when he heard his mother's voice. A voice he had not heard for nearly fourteen years. A soft voice, warm and melodious and flowing, touched with the highborn accents of Orlais.

Small wide steps greeted him at the trefoil-arched entrance of the high stone seat, and above loomed his mother, buried in that great gown of melted starlight. Golden armbands wrought in the appearance of flowers knitted upon a delicate string wrapped around her arms, each center set with a new gem that flashed with the passing sunlight. And she was smiling, smiling that sweet smile that said he could do no wrong. Gently she patted her lap. "Come, my sweet colt. You looked so tired." The wind tugged at him, like chains bound at his wrist and neck, trying to hurl him further. "It is ok. You do not have to fear. I am not angry with you."

One step flowed into a second then a third, until he was before his mother, the Lady Jacqueline who was the Dawn of Vasenarg. His mother extended her hands; and Amayian fell to his knees, took them into his own, kissed and pressed his forehead against them, as was the way of House Trevelyan. Long fingers tightened around his, a slender palm smoothed and unworn by work, drawing him close.

Those hands released, rising and combing their fingers through Amayian's dark hair, softly scratching and smoothing the loose strands of curls, just as Lady Jacqueline always did when she came to put her children to sleep. Her palms pressed against his head, drawing him down to hide his face in her lap, her fingers never ceasing to stop their strokes. "Oh, my sweet, tired boy. Why are you so thin? Have you not eaten?"

Though his mind rushed with words, and his heart a thousand more, they could not find his lips, as if they were sewn with silver.

Even still, his mother continued. "You have not visited for so long, my son." His heart clutched with terror. Brushed upon those words were...disappointment. No, no, he thought. I cannot disappoint her. It was forbidden.

"Do you not trust your own mother so that when you fled you did not dare pay your respect her, to honor her? Did we teach you anything?"

The crack of a tongue of leather, the rush of fire along his flesh, the whisper of blood flowing along the length of his back. The kiss of leather across his face, the bursting of agony across his cheeks, over his nose, a veil of warmth that poured unto his mouth. And beneath those crackles, his uncle's voice, rolling and untroubled, conquering. "As the Maker made us to serve, magic is meant to serve, never to rule. As the Maker made us to serve, a son is a slave to his father, to his mother, to his uncle, to his aunt. Any disobedience is forbidden, be them a word, an act, a flash across the gaze."

I am dutiful, Mother. You know this. I only ever meant to serve, just as Uncle Esmarian ordained. Yes, that was his purpose. Over and over again, his uncle had made that clear. By his father's pardon and his mother's compassion, he was given life, permitted to live even after the magic stirred within his limbs. How could he be so ignorant, to refuse to honor his mother, when he failed her so? "The blood shall be shed, shall be hardened, and the wounds may heal into scars," his Uncle said, pitying. "But the lessons shall be engraved, in the mind, in the heart. Take the Maker's forgiveness, and be honored we shed it to you."

"You failed me once, yes," said his mother, in the tones of fall's mourning when the first snows came. Her fingers were still untangling the locks of his hair, still stroking his head. But her nails dug deeper, scrapping along his head, over and over again. "Yes, you failed me. I had put my trust in you, my speechless son. And how did you repay me? By forsaking your duty? For fleeing the orders of your father?"

Yes, my duty was at the Circle. Even when the blade of his cousins' drew across his chest, for his insolence in seeking to flee, the lesson was learned, the reminder to kin installed. My duty to serve my father was there, and I forbad him. I fled. But you called, Mother. No one ever told Amayian what could he do when Father's and Mother's will opposed. His mother called, and he was ordained to listen.

Something warm crawled down his neck, wet and thick, trailing down from his head. Deeper and deeper his mother's fingers dug, slowing as they curled and pressed into his skin, untangling his hair, untangling his lies, untangling his failures. The wind touched his ears, cracking as the tongue of leather in the dark room.

"But it can be pardoned, all of it. If you put your trust in me, my sweet little boy who is empty without purpose. Did you think that coming to the land of the dogs would be freeing? Ever the dogs are leashed, obedient to their masters. Ever is the grey griffons leashed to their duty. Ever is the ministerial and the sister leashed to their songs, to their Maker. Duty, my son, is the crown of mankind. Do your duty now, and stay."

These words, so very strange they were. She never spoke in such a manner. Such a thought wriggled through his mind, though not in his voice. A woman's, quiet, almost too small that it was nearly lost in the hissing winds. His heart tightening, Amayian pressed his face deeper into his mother's skirts. Too much choices. Mother knows of my failure. Who am I to deny her? His dark curls were swept up by his mother's hair, and the wind laid kisses upon the revealed skin there. Still, the slow-moving wetness dragged down his skin, burning.

"Yes." The word came dragging, drawn out. "Yes, my son. Good. You are learning. And of the lessons, the heart shall remember, even when the mind grows forgetful, arrogant. Here you shall rest, by my side. You always wanted that, no? To serve your father, your uncle, your aunt, your sister, and your brother? That was what you were made for. To serve your House. To only serve, for magic was made to serve and never to rule. Never to rule the heart or the mind. Stay, and put your trust in me. You trust me, no? You think I died, but how can I leave my son guideless, he who needed most of all, whose heart could not feel except what we ordained? Oh, my son. I do live. Can you not tell?"

Yes. He was a fool, to trust in his heart. How wrong he was...how foolish...how...disobedient. His mother was alive, and she will still live, if he obeyed, if he stayed.

A footfall, echoing across the garden, piercing through the air like an arrow whistling and taking flight. "Amayian?" A familiar voice. A man's voice, and beneath that a woman's. The woman's seemed so far away, and yet so close, kissing his ears, lifting out from his heart.

His mother's hands strangled in his hair, pushing deeper into those white skirts that swallowed all sight, almost all hearing. "Begone, intruder. This is my house, and he is my son."

The voice, the man's voice, ignored her, and something hot tore at his chest, quickly sparking before dying. "Amayian, this world is an illusion."

No, it is not. Duty is not an illusion. She is here. My mother lives. I have my duty to her, to all of them. I just need to put my trust in her, to obey. It is so very simply. There is no illusion in that.

"Yes, my son. There is no illusion, no cloud to obscure your vision. If you serve, if you stay." Her words were steel as she spoke to this intruder, this deceiver that did not exist. The only thing that existed was him, his mother, his family, here in Ostwick. "Begone, interpolar. He knows his duty, knows where his place belong."

And still, the voice ignored her. "Amayian, you know she is dead. You saw her, didn't you? I don't know what happened that day. But she is dead, Amayian. Just like my parents are. Nothing I can do can bring them back. I know. I tried. Whatever happened that day, your mother does not blame you."

Yes, she does blame me. I let her die. If I had only been stronger. If I had not let the iron chain to wrap around my heart, she would still be alive.

The woman's voice, the one closer than his own heart. She begged you to stop, said this woman's voice, the voice he heard in those suffocating dreams. The fire was burning her, in and out, the ashes pouring out of her in crimson. No matter what we could have done, she would have died. She knew that. Your father knew that.

No, no. Too much. This was all too much. Why could everything not be simple, like when he was a child? When he only had to obey his father, his mother, his uncle. He wanted to stay. Her voice, it was still there. He could still smell her perfume, soft and scented like hyacinith and jasmine. I don't want to forget. I don't want to go searching. I'm home.

The woman's voice whispered around him, hoarse and harsh and mournful. We have no home.

The man's voice urged, so far and yet pressing. "You do have a home. With us. With Sten and Raila, with Alistair and Zevran, with Leliana and I. Even Morrigan, though don't tell her I said that." And he laughed, tilted with nervousness. But it was a laugh all the same. A similar laugh that erupted from Athlaros when Amayian had answered Zevran's deviant jest with truth, and when he had to explain how the joke went to Amayian. It still made no sense, even with Leliana interrupting to get the idea in his head.

Zevran, Morrigan, Ralia, Sten, Alistair, Athlaros, Leliana. He lifted his head a little, confusion casting assurance in his mind into the depths. But his mother's fingers dug deeper, flesh and bones seemingly crushing into his skin. Fire burned through him, in and out, over and within. "No, he is mine. Mine. Mine."

The wind screamed, the petals struck at his face in rapid slashes and cuts. And in those winds, he heard Lady Jacqueline Trevelyan's screams as the blood pour out from her, and Amayian's magic did nothing. Did nothing to save her. I tried and failed.

There was a whorl and a terrible screech that broke at Amayian's world. Dark soot and wisps of fire kissed his skin as his mother's hands seemed to flung off his head, and the demon withered and screamed, carried away by the winds of the Fade. The screams were still there, even after the white skirts was gone, and Amayian was upon his knees, seeing but not seeing.

"Amayian?" asked Athlaros. And Amayian turned, seeing a long-faced man with brown hair - not chestnut brown, but the brown of soil and earth. And behind, a woman. A woman shrouded in darkness and gowned in ash and snow, with long red-golden hair cascading down the length of her right shoulder, while melted bone and flesh, flecked in angry embers smoldered from blackened, withered skin, twisted and gorged. But her eyes remained, eyes of pale blue crystal, seeing and not seeing, keen and misty, all at once.

But then they were fading, and Amayian wondered...

What was this wetness on his cheeks?