#Flower Care Guide

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[ashleyscottgardening]

Martha Washington Geranium: Expert Guide to Growing and Care

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's guide to spring⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪷

i've been preparing this post for a while bcuz i LOVE spring and for this spring i just wanna embody feminine, fairy, dream-like beauty in my day-to-day this spring, and just enjoy it fully.

THE MOOD FOR SPRING : planting new seeds, fresh fruit, and bouquets of flowers. tea parties and floral prints and perfumes. green grapes, hibiscus tea and waking up early to see the sunrise.

PREPARATION FOR SPRING : stock up on your favorite fruits and teas. if u want fruits that are in season, the fruits in season during spring include strawberries, cherries, blueberries, kiwis, bananas and nectarines. my favorite spring time tea is hibiscus and i love a good matcha during all seasons but especially spring, and lastly a good citrus tea is always something that i enjoy.

if ur someone who experiences rly bad allergies during the spring make sure that u go to ur doctors for a check up, and make sure that u have everything that you'll need to combat allergies.

THE PLAYLIST : a good playlist is always essential so my spring playlist consists of : eternal sunshine - jhene aiko. はるなつあきふゆ - ichiko aoba. afterglow - luna li. pisces - yerin baek. fairy of shampoo - TXT. scenery - red velvet. hydrangea love - TXT. cool with you - newjeans. salad days - iiso. pov - ariana grande. lyricist - heize.

REFRESH : time for spring cleaning both mentally and physically. analyze what habits are nourishing u and which habits are drying you out. analyze ur space and do a deep cleaning, that way u can feel lighter both mentally and physically.

wash ur sheets, maybe even buy fresh sheets (floral printed sheets for spring ofc)

go thru ur closet and put the winter and autumn clothes towards the back and bring the spring clothes where they're more accessible and visible

deep clean ur room and clean ur house -> get onto clean-tok for some cleaning motivation cuz watching videos of people cleaning and organizing always motivates me to do so too

create new pinterest boards and delete ones that u dont use, or if u want to, create a completely new pinterest account. i've grown attached to my pinterest account so i won't delete it, but i've made lots of other accounts on separate devices

oftentimes we forget to clean what we use the most, and that buildup can cause our tools to be counterproductive, and just carry a lot of unnecessary germs so here are some things not to forget to clean and organize ;

behind ur ears

ur earbuds or headphones

ur skincare tools and devices (gua shas, face rollers)

ur phone screen

ur folders, binders, and folders

CULTIVATING CREATIVITY :

create something - do some painting, start a sketchbook, start dabbling in some poetry, maybe write a short story, cultivate an elite playlist etc etc

connecting with nature - go and get some fresh air, wake up earlier than usual to watch and enjoy the sunrise. drink different teas that you've never tried before, go to a local crystal shop if ur into that, make urself an elaborate platter of ur favorite fruits. go for a walk in the park, pick flowers and speaking of flowers, go and buy urself a pretty bouquet.

create a spring-time mood board

TENDING THE GARDEN OF THE MIND :

ofc i MUST talk about the mind in any of my posts bcuz its just so incredible. but what you think matters!! what u think manifests! the thoughts that u continue to water and entertain are what you will experience. therefore when u change ur thoughts and water the seeds of the new thought, you'll get a new flower.

its like gardening. your thought is the seed, and ur mind is the soil. when u entertain ur thoughts ur watering the seed, and you'll get a new flower, the flower is the new experience. so this spring, plant new thoughts and entertain those thoughts ✨

FUN SPRING-LIKE THINGS :

picking flowers -> buying yourself a bouquet

have a tea party by yourself or with friends (reference my tea party post if u need some inspo)

make a bracelet or anklet out of flowers

take a bath and infuse the bath with things like rose petals, rose scented bath milks etc

crystal shopping (last year i added amethyst to my crystal collection, this year i'd love to add selenite into my collection)

watch a 90's anime (i've watched sailor moon about a MILLION times and im gonna rewatch it again this year bcuz its just the girliest, best anime i've watched and is one of my favorites)

so i hope that this post sparked some ideas on ways that u can enjoy your spring girlies ✨

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[visualh]

Escape into a world of mindful beauty with Blooming Serenity — a floral-inspired adult coloring book designed to help you relax, reflect, and create. 🌸✨ This calming page features a single flower illustration paired with a poetic meaning to inspire mindfulness and inner peace. Perfect for quiet mornings, self-care evenings, or whenever your soul needs a gentle pause. 🌿🖍️ Tap into your creativity and start your blooming journey today. 🌼💛

[otacringe]

MY PARENTS GOT ME A FUCKING VENUS FLYTRAP LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO

[mylittleredgirl]

I hope you start feeling better 💖

this is so cute 🥹 and so perfect actually!!

the vertigo i’m having gets worse when lying down, which is encouraging me to stay vertical longer once i make it to standing… so it may actually be making me more productive than when i was just exhausted without the vertigo. i’m making small progress at reviving my plants 🪴 which makes me feel more like myself.

[cselandscapearchitect]

Growing Sweet Peas in Phoenix, Arizona: A Blooming Success in the Desert

When you think of Phoenix, Arizona, a lush garden filled with delicate sweet pea flowers might not be the first thing that comes to mind. However, with a little know-how and some careful planning, growing sweet peas in the desert climate of Phoenix can be a blooming success. In this blog post, we’ll explore some valuable tips and tricks to help you cultivate these fragrant and vibrant flowers…

[ashleyscottgardening]

How Does Jade Vine Smell? Discover the Scent of This Exotic Beauty

The Jade Vine (Strongylodon macrobotrys) is a stunning plant known for its cascading turquoise blooms, adding an exotic charm to any garden or conservatory. But beyond its vibrant colors and unique appearance, many people wonder: what does the Jade Vine smell like? Let’s explore the scent profile of this botanical marvel and understand how it enhances its allure.

For more insights into the Jade Vine and tips on growing it, visit my in-depth article here!

[androdconstruction]

Seasonal Garden Maintenance: A Comprehensive Guide for the Bruce Peninsula

Gardening is more than just a hobby; it's a commitment to creating and maintaining a beautiful and functional outdoor space. In the Bruce Peninsula, where the landscape is naturally stunning, seasonal garden maintenance is crucial for preserving the beauty of your property year-round. 

Why Seasonal Garden Maintenance Matters

The changing seasons in the Bruce Peninsula bring diverse weather conditions that can significantly impact your garden. Proper seasonal maintenance helps:

Enhance Plant Health: Regular care ensures plants remain healthy and resilient against diseases and pests.

Improve Aesthetic Appeal: Consistent maintenance keeps your garden looking tidy and attractive throughout the year.

Increase Property Value: A well-maintained garden can boost your home's curb appeal and overall property value.

Support Local Ecosystems: By caring for your garden seasonally, you contribute to the local ecosystem, promoting biodiversity.

Spring: Preparing for Growth

Spring is the season of renewal. As the snow melts and temperatures rise, your garden begins to wake up. Here's how to prepare your garden for a successful growing season:

Cleanup:

Remove dead leaves, branches, and debris that have accumulated over winter.

Prune shrubs and trees to encourage new growth and prevent disease.

Soil Preparation:

Test your soil's pH and nutrient levels to determine what amendments are needed.

Add compost or organic matter to enrich the soil and improve drainage.

Consider aerating the soil to promote root growth.

Planting:

Start planting cool-season vegetables like lettuce, spinach, and peas.

Plant bulbs, perennials, and shrubs that thrive in spring, such as daffodils, tulips, and lilacs.

Mulching:

Apply a fresh layer of mulch to retain moisture, suppress weeds, and regulate soil temperature.

Use natural mulches like wood chips or straw, which are beneficial for the environment.

Summer: Sustaining Growth

Summer is the time to enjoy your garden's beauty, but it's also when maintenance is most demanding due to the heat and rapid plant growth.

Watering:

Water early in the morning or late in the evening to reduce evaporation.

Deep water plants encourage strong root systems, especially in dry periods.

Use drip irrigation systems or soaker hoses for efficient watering.

Weeding:

Regularly remove weeds to prevent them from competing with your plants for nutrients and water.

Consider using organic weed control methods, such as hand-pulling or applying natural herbicides.

Pest Control:

Monitor plants for signs of pests like aphids, caterpillars, and beetles.

Introduce beneficial insects like ladybugs and lacewings to control pest populations naturally.

Use organic pesticides as a last resort to minimize harm to the environment.

Fertilizing:

Apply a balanced fertilizer to support continued growth and flowering.

Focus on slow-release fertilizers that provide nutrients over an extended period.

Deadheading and Pruning:

Deadhead spent flowers to encourage more blooms and prevent seed production.

Prune shrubs and trees to maintain their shape and remove any diseased or damaged branches.

Fall: Preparing for Dormancy

As temperatures cool and daylight hours shorten, your garden begins to wind down. Fall is the time to prepare your garden for winter and the following spring.

Final Harvest:

Harvest the last of your summer vegetables and fruits.

Consider planting cool-season crops like kale and carrots for a late-season harvest.

Soil Care:

Rake fallen leaves and add them to your compost pile or use them as mulch to protect your soil.

Plant cover crops like clover or rye to prevent soil erosion and improve soil fertility.

Planting:

Plant spring-blooming bulbs like tulips and crocuses before the ground freezes.

Consider planting trees and shrubs in the fall, as cooler weather reduces transplant shock.

Mulching:

Add an extra layer of mulch to insulate plant roots from freezing temperatures.

Focus on areas with tender perennials or young plants that need extra protection.

Winterization:

Drain and store hoses, garden tools, and irrigation systems to prevent damage from freezing.

Protect sensitive plants with burlap or frost covers to shield them from harsh winter conditions.

Winter: Rest and Reflection

Winter in the Bruce Peninsula can be harsh, with heavy snow and freezing temperatures. While your garden may be dormant, there are still essential tasks to consider.

Planning:

Take this time to plan next year's garden layout, considering what worked well and what didn't.

Research new plant varieties, garden designs, and landscaping trends.

Tool Maintenance:

Sharpen and clean garden tools to ensure they're ready for use in the spring.

Perform maintenance on lawnmowers, trimmers, and other equipment.

Snow Management:

Be mindful of heavy snow accumulation on shrubs and trees, as it can cause branches to break.

Gently remove snow from plants if needed, but avoid shaking branches, which can cause damage.

The Importance of Professional Help

While many garden maintenance tasks can be done on your own, hiring a professional landscaping service in the Bruce Peninsula has several advantages:

Expertise: Professionals understand the local climate, soil conditions, and plant species best suited for the area.

Time-Saving: With busy schedules, many homeowners appreciate the convenience of professional maintenance.

Customization: Landscaping services can tailor their maintenance plans to meet your garden's specific needs.

Bruce Peninsula’s Landscaping Services: A Trusted Partner

Seasonal garden maintenance is essential for keeping your outdoor space healthy, beautiful, and enjoyable throughout the year. Whether you're tackling these tasks on your own or seeking help from Bruce Peninsula's landscaping services, the key is consistency and understanding the needs of your garden in each season. By investing time and effort into your garden's care, you'll reap the rewards of a lush, vibrant landscape that enhances your home's appeal and provides a peaceful retreat.

For expert assistance, And-Rod Construction offers comprehensive garden maintenance programs tailored to the unique needs of the Bruce Peninsula. Our professional team ensures your garden thrives in every season, leaving you with more time to relax and enjoy the beauty of your outdoor space. Contact them today to learn more about their services and how they can help you maintain your garden year-round.

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Japanese Cherry Blossom Tree: Sakura, Tips & Blossoms

In this post , you will learn on the beauty of Japanese cherry blosson tree. Check out my japanese products [here]. Cherry blossoms, or sakura as they are known in Japan, are more than just beautiful flowers—they are an integral part of Japanese culture and history. These delicate, fleeting blooms have captured the hearts of people worldwide, symbolizing the ephemeral nature of life. Every…

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Find your peaceful space with Blooming Serenity, a unique floral coloring book that invites you to pause, reflect, and express yourself through art. 🌿💛 This page from the book offers a delicate bouquet of flowers with guided journaling prompts to inspire mindfulness and creativity. Perfect for those quiet moments when you need to reconnect with your inner self and unwind. 🌸📖 Embrace the beauty of nature, start your reflective journey, and create something special today. 🖍️✨

[beloveds-embrace]

(a low-effort, self-indulgent post about 141 x sunshine reader with a love for flowers <3)

Moving to a military town had been a gamble. You weren’t military, had no family in the service, and you had no real reason to pick this particular place other than the fact that it was safe, stable, and quiet. The houses were affordable, the people were friendly enough, and you figured you could make a home here. Besides, you were far enough from the base to avoid their early morning drills but close enough to still feel secure.

And it was nice. Really, it was.

The town had its charm. It was small, orderly, and filled with people who were either part of the military or had long grown used to living in the shadow of it.

You just hadn’t expected it to be so… plain.

Everything was muted, designed for practicality rather than beauty. Row after row of beige houses, identical porches, yards that were neat but uninspired. It felt more like a barracks than a town, and you knew you wouldn’t last long surrounded by such monotony.

So, you changed it.

Within a week of moving in, your porch was transformed into a floral wonderland. Ivy and jasmine vines trailed along the railings, hanging baskets, overflowed with cascading petunias, swung from the beams, and the front steps were lined with carefully arranged potted blooms. Roses, marigolds, lavender- anything that could inject some color and life into the dull uniformity of the street.

And the town noticed.

It started small- passersby slowing down, lingering in front of your house, knocking to ask if they can take pictures. Then came the comments at the local market.

“Did you see the new house on [] Street? The one covered in flowers?”

“I thought I was dreaming- looked like something out of a storybook!”

“Oh, that’s her place. She’s always out there, tending to them. Such a sweet thing, always smiling.”

And then came the soldiers.

One morning, while you were watering your newest additions- lilies this time- a group of soldiers on their way to base slowed in front of your house. Their conversation died off, replaced by muttered confusion.

“Didn’t know we had a damn botanical garden in town.” One of them said, adjusting the strap of his gear bag.

“Are those-” Another squinted at your newest arrangement. “Does she change them?”

“She does,” a woman in the group confirmed; you had seen her before, you were sure. “Saw her planting new ones last week. Honestly, it’s nice.”

You smiled to yourself, pretending not to notice as they carried on their way.

But it didn’t stop there.

Another soldier stopped during his run, hands on his hips as he took in your porch. “Hell of a setup.” He commented, glancing at you.

“Thank you!” You beamed, wiping your dirt-streaked hands on your shorts. “Wouldn’t want the town looking too drab, now would we?”

His lips twitched. “Well, you’re succeeding.”

More and more soldiers began to take notice. Some just passed by with lingering glances, others stopped to admire the work. A few even asked for gardening advice- one particularly flustered private admitted he wanted to impress his girlfriend with a flower arrangement but had no idea where to start. You happily helped him pick out a selection, even wrote him a little care guide.

It wasn’t just the passing soldiers, either.

Older women in town would stop by just to chat about your arrangements, some even bringing over cuttings from their own gardens. Parents would pause during walks, their children pointing excitedly at the bright flowers and fairy lights you had strung along the porch. The local baker started leaving small bags of cookies at your door with notes like, Your flowers made my morning brighter!

And then there was Task Force 141, as they’d eventually introduce themselves to you.

The first time you caught Captain John Price standing on your sidewalk, arms crossed as he stared at your house, you thought you were in trouble. He had the kind of presence that demanded respect- commanding, observant, the weight of experience in every movement.

“You lost?” you teased anyways, adjusting a pot of marigolds, and hoping he wouldn’t consider you disrespectful.

Price huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking between the vines, the flowers, the fairy lights. “No. Just… wasn’t expecting this.” He gestured vaguely at the floral explosion around you.

“Well,” you grinned. “I refuse to live somewhere that looks like a training camp. You are the soldiers, not me.”

That had been the start of it.

Soap was the next to visit. He showed up a few days later, leaning against your railing as he inspected a cluster of bright yellow sunflowers. “Got any of those that’ll survive my terrible luck?”

You hummed, then handed him a small, sturdy succulent. “Try not to kill it.”

Then came Gaz, who always claimed he was “just passing through” but somehow always found himself near your house. He asked questions- what flowers worked best for balconies? His mum has a love for tending to flowers as well. Did you have any recommendations for someone who had never taken care of a plant in his life?

Regardledd, you happily enjoyed chatting with him, and he left with a small potted fern, promising to send updates.

And then there was Ghost.

Ghost never exactly visited, but you saw him. Once, when you were rearranging your display and muttering about getting new soil, you spotted him standing across the street, arms folded as he observed your work. He didn’t say anything- just gave a barely perceptible nod before disappearing back into the shadows.

But the next morning, a heavy bag of high-quality soil rested against your porch steps. No note. No explanation.

But from what the others had told you of him… you knew who it was from.

The townsfolk had opinions about that, too.

“That group’s been sniffing around your place an awful lot,” Mrs. Holloway, the town baker, noted one morning as she handed you a fresh loaf of bread. “You got yourself a security detail, dear?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think they just like the flowers.”

The butcher, a gruff man who had lived in the town longer than anyone, grunted in agreement. “Good. Those boys need something nice to look at.”

Even the local barista took notice. “Gaz came in the other day asking if we had any floral-themed drinks,” she giggled, leaning in close to you. “I swear, he’s trying to impress you.”

Ultimately, the town adored what you were doing. Where once there had been dull uniformity, now there was life. People started adding their own touches- small flower pots, window boxes, even a few hanging baskets inspired by yours. The air felt lighter, more welcoming.

And the 141?

They had seen the worst the world had to offer. They had fought in places where beauty was a distant memory, where survival took precedence over everything else.

Yet, somehow, you- sunshine incarnate, with dirt-streaked hands and a smile that could brighten even the darkest day- had managed to burrow into their hardened hearts.

[kissandtellus]

Lemurian Nights: Omegaverse Version

Synopsis: This is a full-length version of my ‘Into The Slick’ of it Drabble! Alpha!Rafayel is fighting his Rut which involves you, a bathtub, and double the trouble.

Warnings: Omegaverse,Merfolk Sexy Time, Bath tub Smex, Double Merfolk D’s, Talk of Oviposition, possible spoilers for RAF’s myth, Breeding quink.

The soft lull of the classical music playing over the old record player filled the bathroom. The open area gave way to the foggy glass mirror that separated the massive bath tub from the rest of the lavatory.

From the frosted glass, a shimmering blue fin flicked in irritation. You rounded the corner with the fresh fruit your loving mate had requested. The bathtub, although big enough to fit 5 more people, was still just a bit too small for the massive Lemurian.

Despite his intimidating size, the claws on his webbed hands and the way his fangs glinted in the moonlight, he was pouting.

“I came as fast as I could. Do you know how hard it is to find strawberries out of season?” You put down the paper bag and scooped the container of strawberries out. “Here, your Highness.” He looks at the plastic container as if it were poison itself.

“You know I don’t touch such…awful things.” Oh even in the throes of Rut he is a Drama King. You sigh and pluck out a strawberry, pulling off the green stem. You hold it to his lips and he takes a small bite. The red juice stained his fans, the tiniest bit of juice leaking from his mouth.

He takes his time with the strawberry. It’s…intimate. And for some reason he doesn’t take his eyes off of you when his tongue pushes forth past the sweet juices and flicks up-

“Rafayel! No!” You scold, your face exploding in a blush.

Rafayel’s pout deepens and he eats the rest of the strawberry in a single bite, fangs barely nipping at your finger tips. “No fuwm.” He mumbles with a mouth full of berry. He swallows the treat, his pink tongue darting to clean the corner of his mouth.

His smell, the musk of an Alpha but somehow more…floral….permeates the bathroom. “Do you know why I chose strawberries?” He hums, grasping your sleeper to pull your hand to his mouth. His tongue licks between your fingers, being careful to get every last drop.

“They smell like your sweet cunt.” Rafayel wasn’t above using expletives, but it never lessened the shock of the Alpha growl behind his voice. “Taste like it t-“

“Rafayel, no. You made me promise.” But you were just a sweet, simple Omega! An Omega who would be going against the laws of nature if you ignored his command, right?

No. No, Rafayel wasn’t a normal Alpha. The large, merman-like tail flicking over the side of the tub was evidence enough of that.

But his grip was unyielding. The blue eyes tinged with pink star who down like prey. His hand guided yours against the toned muscles of his abs.

“Just a touch- no-more.” His mind was warring with himself. He wanted all of you. If he weren’t in such a godforsaken bathtub-

His hand guided yours to the slit on his tail, right where his normal groin would be. There, a slit you had never really noticed, rested. Usually such an office would be closed tight, but for an Alpha in Rut, it was nearly impossible.

But the sweet noise that fell from Rafayel’s lips was intoxicating.

“Please…” His whisper was breathless. He guided your finger tips up and down the slit, his free claw scratching into the porcelain tub. “Almost-…”

The slit blossomed like a flower. From it, bloomed not one, but two cocks. Not the stereotypical lengths that other Alpha’s proudly presented like an honor. No, these ones were longer, tendril like and smooth.

Rafayel’s arched spine returned to a relax position, panting as if he had ran a marathon. A thin sheen of sweat glistened against his already wet chest.

He looks up at your through lidded eyes, his grip on your wrist tightening just slightly.

“You can’t just leave me like this.” He whines pitifully. He leans over the edge of the tub towards you. What water droplets collecting on your skirt. “It would be so unfair, Miss Bodyguard. Aren’t you here to protect me?” His voice is nearly a purr now.

Those mischievous eyes now flashed with something new, a hunger.

His body shuddered violently as the twin organs emerged, already hard and leaking pre-cum. The larger one was thick and veiny, while the smaller was slender and more sensitive. Both twitched and pulsed with need. “I can't... can't hold them back... please, my love, help me...”

What sort of mate would you be if you left him in such a condition?

His voice was a desperate whine now, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. The twin cocks slapped against the water's surface, dripping with clear liquid. “I'll go insane if you don't. Please... just wrap your hand around them... squeeze them, anything.”

You let him guide your hand back around his cock. The thickness far too much for just one hand. “Just a touch, okay?” You whisper.

He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and desperate. His breath hitched as your hand hovered over his leaking cocks, the anticipation almost too much to bear. When your fingers finally wrapped around his twin organs, he let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking into your touch.

The moment your hand made contact, his body relaxed slightly, but the need was still overwhelming. He watched you through heavy-lidded eyes as you stroked him slowly, his tail swishing in the water. "More... please, faster!” His voice was strained, filled with desperate desire.

His chest heaved as he panted heavily, his hips moving in time with your strokes. The larger cock throbbed in your palm, while the smaller one twitched and leaked constantly. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his orgasm approaching quickly. “I'm... I'm close-please Cutie-“

With a choked cry, his body tensed and his twin cocks pulsed violently in your hand. Rope after rope of thick, pearly cum spilled into the water, staining it white. The smaller cock squirted weaker bursts while the larger one emptied itself completely, draining him dry.

You cooed at him as his tail thrashed violently, his face flushed as a blush sat under his eyes. “Good boy. Feel better?”

He collapsed back into the tub, boneless and spent, his twin cocks twitching weakly as the last drops of cum leaked out. A shuddering sigh escaped him at your praise, his cotton-candy eyes drooped with satisfaction and embarrassment. “Not fair..." he murmured weakly.

He was far from done. His Rut was building up faster than before. He needed to knit, needed to breed. And fuck, you smelled delicious.

His body began to tremble again almost immediately after the first release. The scent of your arousal filled the air like a sweet perfume, driving him wild once more. His cocks started to harden again despite just having emptied himself completely. "Need..." he moaned softly.

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with desperate hunger. He started to move towards you in the water, his tail wrapping around your leg possessively. “Need to breed.l His voice was low and growling now, the scent of his rut filling the room. “Need my cocks inside you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You could run if you wanted to. In this state, he was confined to the tub. Rafayel seemed to see the hesitance on your gaze.

You swallow the lump in your throat. You could run if you wanted to. In this state, he was confined to the tub. Rafayel seemed to see the hesitance on your gaze.

His eyes searched yours intensely, understanding your hesitation. With deliberate slowness, he leaned against the edge of the tub, showing he wouldn't lunge. "Fuck..." He ran a hand through his wet hair, breathing heavily. “Come-come here... or leave."

He was trying to hold himself back, if only for a moment. But he was a creature of habit, a hunter. So when you dropped your guard and leaned forward, the merman lunged.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the tub with him. Water splashed everywhere as he tackled you backwards onto the smooth marble floor of the tub. His twin cocks pressed urgently against your stomach and hips as he pinned you down, golden eyes wild with rut-driven need. “Caught ya.”

Your skirt was hiked up your legs, the water was up close to your ears. An inch or two more and your head would be submerged. Rafayel was always sort of intimidating. His cocky attitude, witty mind and his unwillingness to back down was the charm that drove you to him.

But now as he was leaned above you, overshadowing your body, you never felt so afraid aroused.

The two tendril-like cocks pressed insistently even through the thing cotton of your panties. You clung to the scales on his arms, yelping under his weight.

“Raf-! I-a-ah! Wait-!”

“No waiting.” He growled against the plane of your throat. His nose bumped against the thin bandage covering your scent glands. They were swollen, pulsating, barely contained under the bandage. “Off.” He growled.

Your shaking fingers peeled away the scent patches and Rafayel nearly came at that very moment. His tail flipped against the water, splashing water into the bathroom floor as he dove in.

His fangs nipped, sucked, threatened to pierce the flesh of your throat. His cocks rutted against the soaked fabric of your underwear. Rafayel took a deep whiff of your throat, his arms keeping his upper body upright around your shoulders.

“You smell divine~.” He purred. His tongue-had it always been so sharp?-lapped at your scent gland. “Let me in, little human. I promise I won’t bite too hard.” With a hand on your hip, he flipped you both over. You were now straddling his tail, the thick, muscled flesh rippling between your thighs.

His webbed claw tears through the fabric as if it’s nothing but paper. “Ah, there she is. So fuckin’ pretty.” The way your glistening walls met his line of sight was something no amount of expensive paint could capture again. You were slowly losing yourself to him. His pretty words, pretty cock and those sweet pheromones were far too much.

“Rafayel, need-need you-“

“I know what you need, Cutie. Sit up for me.” With a clawed hand on your lower back he pushed you forward enough for his larger cock to slowly-. “Bigggg stretch, Sweetheart.”

And GOD was it a big stretch. He was filling every nook and cranny of your cunt. The smooth service of his length gave little resistance. Just when you thought in there couldn’t be more, yet another inch wormed its way inside.

Rafayel’s mouth fell open. His Rut was doing more talking than his mind was. “Beautiful, Beautiful-My Beautiful Girl-“ His common tongue became intermingled with words you could only assume was Ancient Lemurian.

But your brain was too frazzled to differentiate the two. When your plush lips finally made contact with the slimy slit at the base of his length, your mind was numb.

Rafayel was an impatient soul. Without giving you a second to adjust, he was using that sinful tail as leverage to drive up into you. “Raf! I-ahhh, shit!”

Rafayel growled, sharp fangs nipping at the flesh of your shoulder. “Watch your mouth, pretty art pieces shouldn’t speak such filth.”

How did he expect you to act when he was drilling into you at a pace that should be impossible for his merfolk tail in a cramped tub. His claws shredded through your remaining clothing. The pieces floated in what was left of the bath water.

Rafayel was bursting at the seams. “That’s right, right there-you look so good taking my cock.” He praised. His cock rammed into your over sensitive cervix. He bullied his way in, your juices coating the pink flesh. But then-oh.

“No! Raf, just one! I can’t-“

“Hush, deep breath My Lady,” his lips encircled your nipple, the second cock, eager and leaking, insistently nudged right by his first one. “Relax Cutie, don’t take my precious jewels now.”

You get him back later for his teasing. But right now, all you could focus on was the delicious burning as his second cock forced its way inside. Lemurian Omega’s could’ve easily taken both of his lengths with practiced ease. But a tight thing like you needed to be coerced. Pleaded with.

“Look how well you accept me. Your body knows who it’s true God is, hm?” He looked like a hungry animal as he watched you sob, babble even, over the stretch. “Oh Hush, you can take it.”

With a final, firm thrust, both lengths were buried to the hilt. A white flash blinded your vision. So hot, the heat in your lower tummy. You hadn’t even realized what had happened until Rafayel’s shocked laughter echoed in the bathroom.

“Did you just-? Oh Cutie, look at you! My little waterworks!” When you had the courage to peel open your eyes, his abdomen above his tail wasn’t soaked in water, but your juices.

Your face erupted in a deep blush and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. But Rafayel wouldn’t let that happen. You tried covering your face, but Rafayel pulled away your hands and kissed each palm.

“Don’t be embarrassed, we have so much to accomplish.” He held your wrist in one hand against your lower stomach, the other digging his claws into your hip.

The bathroom became a symphony of eager cries, growls of pleasure and the splashing of water.

Rafayel’s multi-colored eyes were glazed with need. This was right where he belonged. In his true form, rutting up into his Beloved Bride, breeding a sweet cunt he’d wait another 600 years to taste.

The ache in your stomach built up again. Each length took its turn battering into your more than willing pussy. The slick noises edged you both on. The smell of sex and pheromones overwhelmed the bathroom.

Your gummy walls are just as mean to his poor cocks. Milking him for every drop he would seem release like tidal waves into your orfice.

“Kiss me.”

The Demand of a Sea God couldn’t be ignored. Your mouths meshed in a battle for dominance. Humans had sharp teeth in ruts and heat, but nothing compared to the massive fangs resting in his jaw. Your lips with nipped at, bruised and one even split from his kisses but you couldn’t care less.

Rafayel let go of your wrist to grip the edge of the tub. His hair clung to his forehead as he panted. “Gonna fill you so full-“ You chest tightened at his words. You weren’t on any protection. He was in Rut, and god knows how potent Lemurian males were in Rut.

“N-no, hold on-“

“What?” He pouts, that innocent face would be so adorable if he wasn’t driving up into you like his life depended on it. “Don’t you want my pretty eggs? Oh we’d have such cute hatchlings.” His claw presses in your lower abdomen-where you could feel his cock-and where his eggs would lay. “I’ll take you to the sea to lay them. I’ll be the one feeding you fruits. I’ll be the one singing them Lemurian lullaby’s. I’ll be the one worshipping you-.”

“Cum in me.”

“What?”

“Breed me.”

How could he deny his Queen?

Rafayel didn’t need to be told twice. The command itself sent him tumbling into a spiral. The remaining bath water was splashed across the marble floors. His eyes rolled back, a ferocious growl echoing in your ears. Your walls clamped down around his dual cocks as you both reached the peak.

The first few spurts were expected, but when it kept going- “Raf!”

He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you escape him so quickly. “Easy Girl, they’re not done yet.” How much cum could he possibly have?!

Each spurt sent a warm feeling in your tummy that had you sobbing from pleasure. Your aching walls weren’t helping. When Rafayel gave one final groan and released you to lay against his chest, the iridescent cum trickled down your shaking thighs. It resembled pearls, all shiny and reflecting in the sunset peeking through the windows.

“Rest now, My Love. My Beautiful Queen.”

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The Reader gets jealous/upset because Sukuna gets Concubines, with a happy ending though. pleaseeeee

Wish I didn’t care

Tags: true form!Sukuna x fem!Reader, king!Sukuna, royal au (?), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending i promise

An: Ooo, this was such a good idea. Thank you for requesting it from me!! I hope it’s everything you wanted!!

Sukuna never felt the need to give you a title for being in his life. To him, titles were superficial… There wasn’t a title in the world that could explain or encompass the complexities of his relationship with you.

However, you, coming from the mortal realm, wanted a title. It’s not that you wanted the power that was associated with being the betrothed of the King of Curses. You just wanted to feel.. irreplaceable to him.

So, to make you happy, you were his wife.

Kings rarely ever are allowed the luxury of marrying for love. Most kings marry daughters of other powerful kings to create allies between nations. However, Sukuna didn’t need allies. He didn’t need to marry for power when he had more power than he knew what to even do with.

Everything was simply child’s play for him. He even stopped trying to conquer the mortal realm because it was just too damn easy for him. The “sorcerers” could barely even put up a fight. It was embarrassing.

Life was truly becoming boring for him.

That was, until a female curse was delivered straight to his chamber. He was confused and honestly pissed that Uraume would simply guide this harlot into his chambers without his permission. Only you were granted such luxuries.

He was leisurely splayed in his bed with no cloth to cover himself. He truly appreciated the concept of being completely in his own skin at all times, and he often encouraged you to do the same. Though, he also learned to appreciate your more modest approach. You didn’t have to show any skin to get Sukuna riled up.

“State your purpose.” His voice was low and menacing as he spoke to the woman. He slipped his robes on over his shoulders, tying it in the front so he was no longer exposing himself.

“My father sends his regards. Says that a newly wedded king deserves a ‘fresh’ concubine.” The girl spoke with no humility towards him.

Sukuna’s face twisted in disgust that her dad would even suggest such a thing. He was even more put off that she described herself as ‘fresh’ as if she were a type of vegetable in the garden.

“Your father can kindly go fuck himself. I’m not interested.” He responds coldly, and his large palm grabs onto her shoulder with the intention of throwing her out of his chambers. He knew that if you saw her here, you’d probably be devastated.

“My lord-“

“I am not your anything. You address me as Lord or King, but make no mistake. I am not your lord.” He rudely cuts her off, not letting her think she has any sort of claim to him.

“Okay, Lord Sukuna, when’s the last time she’s fulfilled her wifely duties? I can see she’s not in here tending to you now, right? She’d probably feel grateful that you’re being satisfied around the clock.” The concubine’s voice was like a purr, and she looked up at him with eyes that’d rival a siren’s.

And for a split second, Sukuna almost considers her offer.

“You’ll never believe it, Kuna!” Your happy voice fills the air, and the door swings open to reveal you holding a small flower in your hand. “I got a jasmine to bl-“ Your eyes fall upon to scene in front of you.

Sukuna’s towering over an unfamiliar woman. His hand is touching her neck and shoulder area, while she has her hand leisurely pressed against his bicep.

“Who’s.. this?” You quietly ask, and immediately, Sukuna can feel a strange feeling pour into him. It feels like… guilt? He regrets even momentarily entertaining the idea about this harlot occupying his bed.

“Nobody-“

“Oh my lady, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize. Lord Sukuna and I were just getting aquatinted with each other since we’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on.” The serpent of a female cuts him off, and he immediately realizes just what this is. Whichever king decided to send her is hoping to ruin his marriage. She’s quite literally a snake in his garden, trying to ward his wife away from him.

“I don’t… understand.” The way your voice sounds so small. The small pout upon your lips. The way the flower you were once carrying with such confidence is now sagging in your hand. Fuck. Sukuna felt like a complete imbecile.

“Oh, come on now. You know he has needs that are beyond your abilities. I’ll lay with him when you’re too-“

“Enough.” Sukuna’s voice snaps. His teeth grit together as he practically drags the woman out of his chambers. “Go fuck off for a while. I’ll deal with you later.” The door immediately slams in her face.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what just happened and how it all happened so quickly, Sukuna slowly turns to you. It feels like a gut punch once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.

“That wasn’t…”

“You took up a concubine?” You ask in a sniffle. Your hands are barely even holding the jasmine that’s you were once so excited to show him. Flowers rarely ever bloom in Sukuna’s desolate kingdom, but with hard work and determination, you had gotten a jasmine to bloom in his kingdom.

“No, she was sent to me. I didn’t seek her out.” He tries to dispel the claims while he slowly approaches you. His chest aches as he watches you take a step back away from him. “Do not cower from me, woman.”

“Was I not good enough? Was I not doing enough for you..? I thought… I thought it was good, b-but I can try harder.” Your voice is so shaky, and you won’t even look him in the eye. What has he done?

“Silence. You will not speak of yourself like that to me.” Sukuna orders, and he takes another step forward. You take another step back with another sniffle. Your tears are streaming down your cheeks.

“Please…” The word sounds foreign on his tongue. He’s never ever pleaded for anything in his life. He could simply take what he wants, but he doesn’t want to hurt his delicate flower. He wants her to seek out comfort in him. “Please don’t cower. It was not like that. She showed up at my door, spoke of lies and filth, and I was trying to throw her out when you walked in.”

“So you didn’t even con..consider taking her on as a concubine?” You ask while you rub the tears away with the back of your hands. Hopefully, this was all just a poorly timed miscommunication.

Sukuna takes a moment before responding. He has two options. He could tell you a white lie that would instantly comfort you, but it would be a lie. Or he could tell you the truth and face the consequences of his actions.

“It was one moment of weakness.” He replies carefully.

He instantly wishes he just lied from the way your face immediately twisted in disappointment and pure hurt. The jasmine falls from your hands, and your footsteps trail away from his chambers, leaving him dumbfounded.

Sukuna is immediately on your trail, unable to let you be. He needs to fix this. His dear wife is upset, and it’s all his fault.

A pair of hands slither up his arm as he walks. He already knows who’s touching him based off the nasty feeling from their contact. “My lord, let her be. She needs to-“

“Dismantle.” The concubine’s body drops to the floor in two, split directly at her waist. He had warned her already about referring to him as her lord. She didn’t deserve to speak of you so carelessly, and she didn’t deserve to live after causing this rift in his marriage.

Sukuna continues on his hunt for you without another hitch, leaving the harlot’s body right where she once stood for one of the servants to clean up.

He searches for you in all your usual spots: the gardens, the kitchen, the library, the rooftop. You’re no where to be found. You don’t want to be found. He starts to wonder around his perimeter. The longer he goes without finding you; the more his heart starts to race.

Did you leave him? Did he lose you for good?

The thought of not having his delicate flower by his side makes his body feel ill. You must’ve placed some sort of binding curse on him, but he didn’t necessarily mind.

He’s close to waging war when he finally sees your small human body tucked underneath a weeping willow on a bed of grass. His body moves on it’s own: running to you. When’s the last time he’s ran like this?

Crouching over you, he can see no visible injuries on your body, but he knows he’s wounded your heart with his foolish actions. How could he ever have a wandering eye when you were the real prize?

His four arms carefully scoop you up and cradle your body as he takes a seat underneath the willow. Your poor cheeks are flushed and tear stained. Your eyes and lips are so puffy. You must’ve tired yourself out from crying.

“I’m sorry, flower.” He whispers softly, even if your eyes are still resting. He pulls your body closer to his chest, and he contemplates when he started becoming so soft for you.

A part of him hates it. That small unconscious voice of his telling him that he shouldn’t concern himself with the feelings of a mere mortal, but the bigger part of him knows that he can’t just ignore you. He cares far too much for you.

“Kuna..?” You murmur as your hands rub your eyes. You’re immediately met with remembering just why you had fallen asleep. “I do not wish to see you right now.”

Sukuna chuckles quietly from your defiant little comment. It reminds him of when you first arrived to his estate. “Then close your eyes.” He simply states as one of his hands start to comb through your hair. “Woman, tell me what to do to fix this.”

You shift your gaze away from him with a small huff. If he wasn’t so much bigger than you, you’d try to wiggle away from him. However, you know it is of no use. “I don’t know, Kuna.” Your words are sharp and still so full of emotion. “Imagine how you’d feel if I told you I contemplated sleeping with someone else… in a moment of weakness.”

The sheer thought of it has Sukuna’s anger burning up like an inferno. You’re his delicate flower. No one would even know how to take care of you like he can. His arms subtly tighten around your frame. “I’d kill every man you gaze at.”

“Well, men can rest easy because I only have eyes for you.” You mutter while rolling your eyes. “I love you so much that the thought of being with someone else repulses me, and it… just really hurts that you don’t feel the same.”

“Flower, I took you for granted. It was a brief moment of contemplation, but I instantly decided against it. I did not desire her in the slightest.” Sukuna tries to explain, and his hand gently brushes against your soft cheek.

“You still don’t deny that you don’t feel the same for me.” You respond quietly, still not giving him the satisfaction of you looking at him.

“You are everything to me. I will not lose sight of what’s important again.”

“Kuna.” You finally look up at him, and you frown slightly. Sukuna secretly adores the little nicknames you have adorned him with, but he’d never admit it.

“What is it, woman?” He asks, titling his head to the side a bit to get a better look at your face. You’re so pretty in his lap like this.

“Do you love me?” You quietly ask, even if you can already hear his voice telling you ‘do not ask questions you don’t want answers to’… because even if he’s the incarnate of evil, Sukuna will not lie. Liars are weak cowards who can’t get jobs done by being upfront. Sukuna isn’t afraid of what the truth is.

Your husband contemplates your question for a moment. He thinks about how disgusting that wannabe concubine was. He thinks about how you preoccupy his mind majority of the time. He thinks about the weird mix of feelings he has felt today in your absence.

“What I feel for you… is probably the closest to love that I’ll ever get.” Sukuna responds, carefully choosing his words. “You, my flower, are the only thing that keeps me grounded to the mortal plains.”

You give him the best smile you can muster despite the disappointment that you feel since he won’t tell you that he loves you. You suppose you have no one to blame other than yourself. Sukuna told you when he married you not to get your hopes up for love, but you still can’t help but crave that sort of affection from him.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, flower.” He speaks tenderly as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. “If I could, I’d snap my fingers and assure you that I love you whole heartedly. It just not in my genetic code.”

“I know… I’m grateful for your effort at least.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His arms wrap around you, cradling you to his chest. He inhales deeply, savoring your sweet scent that he enjoys so much. “Am I forgiven, woman?”

“Mmm, no.” You smile cheekily in his embrace, and Sukuna chuckles heartily.

“Oh? Is someone going to use this blunder to her advantage?” When you nod in his shoulder, Sukuna lays back against the soft pillowy grass. “That’s my girl. Go on. Make me work for your forgiveness.”

On a completely unrelated note, Sukuna had that harlot’s body mailed back to her father as a ‘thank you’ for sending a whore to his kingdom.