#Plain-bellied Emerald

[wingedjewels]

Chrysuronia leucogaster by Michel GIRAUD-AUDINE Via Flickr: Plain-bellied Emerald, Ariane vert-doré

[darkhawk1126]

Awww too cute! Thank you @larimar

Morning bath of the Plain-bellied emerald. São Paulo, Brazil. Photo by Ciro Albano.

[kydrogendragon]

Febuwhump - "Why Won't It Stop?"

Pairing: None Words: 747 Warnings: None, but TKO spoilers Ao3 Link Here

Pain is the first thing Daniel feels.

Then he hears screaming.

His body is no longer his own. Where his head should be is the tops of a mountain, cracking, breaking, weathered down by wind and rain. His chest a castle, his ribs the spires, his heart the throne. It quakes with each breath he takes. His hands stretch out across vast plains of fire and ruin, his arms soaked in blood both his now, but not. His fingers dip into a vast ether than feels as if it stretches on for miles and miles and even trying to think about it hurts his mind. His legs and feet are earth and sea, diving to the furthest depths, beyond the great trenches of Earth, down, down, down into an abyss.

He breathes in and his lungs burn with ash. He breathes out and with it winds howl across this plane, across him now, he realizes. He can feel the weight of the soil on top of him but he also the soil and he is also the small insects that dream within the soil and the rocks and seeds that compose the soil and, and, and, and—

He is bleeding. Black ichor drips from him in places he can no longer recognize as his own nor name. It seems out of him, oozing onto his skin onto the landscape, onto the world and he wants it to stop and it should. Somewhere in him, he knows it should stop and yet it does not and he should be concerned. Why should he be concerned? Wounds require kisses to make it better. They requires band-aids and Mom’s love and—

Daniel can hear words. He knows the words, but he could not say which language they were. They sound different than he was used to hearing. The words cry out, they scream, they shriek, they howl. He tries to cover his ears what are ears in this body? Does he have ears still? There are hands on something, he should feel it. He does and does not. but the scream continue on and on and on and on. They echo through his chest, through his mind. They course through his veins and his nerves. The screams are his and he is the screams.

They cry out, begging for the nightmare to be over. He cries out, begging for the nightmare to be over. The world cries out, begging for the nightmare to be over.

Why won’t it stop?

Silence.

There is nothing.

He sees nothing.

He feels nothing.

The quiet hurts. Why does the quiet hurt?

He stands. He was sitting? No, lying? No, floating? He is tall. His limbs are limbs as he knows them, but not. He knows his hands are called hands, despite how long and slender they have become. He knows his tummy belly, stomach, core and he knows his noggin head, brain. Daniel opens his eyes and the world is new familiar, home, my Realm but colorful and bright, if damaged. The emerald he holds in his hand, given to him earlier hums in his palm. He knows, somewhere inside him, what shape it is to be. Not ruby, not again, but similar. He knows it should be a necklace and so it is. He drapes the chain over his neck, the weighty gem resting on his chest. It feels right.

Daniel Dream can still feel the pain creations, killed ruthlessly, without cause of the creatures in this place. He does not quite understand why my Realm, the Dreaming, we are one but he feels he should repair it nonetheless. And he knows that he can. Curious, that.

He steps forward, into the throne room the windows are cracked, the castle is damaged and familiar faces greet him. They bow, they call him their lord their king, their creator and it feels odd right but he nods to them. He raises his hand and with it, power reaches out from inside him. The stones lift from the floor and float back to their original places. It is like lifting a finger—a habit, a muscle memory. It feels as natural as breathing. Or as natural as breathing was. He no longer needs to breathe. Strange, that.

He sees his mother’s face not mother, not anymore. She reaches out and calls to him. Dream blinks. Then, he speaks.

“No. Not Daniel. Not anymore, not in the way you once knew me. Now, I am Dream.”

[ultfan]

aesthetic.

what are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLOURS ]  ~  burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists.  hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins.  guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ]  ~  bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer.  shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers.  machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers.

[ MATERIALS ]  ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite.  moonstone.  petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils. skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain.  bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ]  ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp.  plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space.  clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun.  heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise.  sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ]  ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer.  hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. ants.  moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]  ~  pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum.  mints.  candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea.  spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks.  celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ]  ~  music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer.  violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk.  classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art.  sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defence. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey.  reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ]  ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint.  make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pyjamas.

[ MISC ]  ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power.  clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.  loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honour. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

[shoeshineyboy]

3, 12, 14, 16, 17, 21, 25, 30, 32?

3. What was the last song you listened to?  Seventeen by MARINA!!

12. Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?  you (obvs), Johnny (of COURSE), my friend Tom (he gives the BEST hugs), Con O'Neill (a man can dream), my Auntie Jen (ALSO very good hugs)!!

14. What’s your favorite color?  at the moment emerald green!! if I can find an emerald green nail polish I will be a happy crustacean

16. Want any tattoos? What of?  of COURSE I do, I want a pinup design of Lucius (that I've paid for the right to use) on my upper right arm, 'minor antagonist' on my chest, a little linework thing of Ed and Stede SOMEWHERE, a hot air balloon on my right thigh, some sort of Jim-related knife/orange design on my left shin, just Something on my hands they're too plain, 'GOOD MORNING ELYSIUM' as part of my sleeve, and a lil daffodil above my right ankle (for Wales!!)

17. Want any piercings? Where?  I want a third lobe piercing in each ear, both nipples, belly button, tongue, second nose ring, maaaaybe septum. but my body realllly struggles with healing piercings so!!!

21. How was your day today?  the day itself was fine, it was really chill, had a nice morning writing and hanging with my mum since she was WFH, we went for a really nice walk, it was nice, but unfortunately overshadowed by the fact that my back pain has been Really bad recently and I actually couldn't get out of bed until midday, but! we ball!

25. What’s your favorite decade?  this is HARD like. for fashion, 1740s, for literature, 1820s, for music, 1990s, I can't pick just one, plus I looooove the 1920s!!

30. What are you looking forward to in the near future?  going to Sheffield of COURSE and I'll be going there soon, starting a life for real up there and I am So excited, it's so vibrant, it's so fun, and you'll be there and so will so many of my friends!!!!

32. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?  I am honestly tied between the Rivoli bar at the Ritz (on someone else's card of course) or the O'Neill's in Winchester, duality of man I guess???

[sonorous-eisfyl]

what are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLOURS ]  ~  burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists.  hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins.  guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ]  ~  bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer.  shield. poison. (bow)guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers.  machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers.

[ MATERIALS ]  ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite.  moonstone.  petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils. skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain.  bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ]  ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp.  plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space.  clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun.  heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise.  sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ]  ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer.  hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. ants.  moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]  ~  pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum.  mints.  candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea.  spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks.  celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ]  ~  music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer.  violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk.  classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art.  sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defence. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey.  reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ]  ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint.  make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pyjamas.

[ MISC ]  ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power.  clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.  loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honour. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

[wordsbymae]

MINORS DNI

Title: The Outlaw King

Pairing: Male OC x female!reader

Summary: Reader is the daughter of a struggling noble who in an attempt to save the prospects of his family begins marrying off his daughters, he is successful for the most part, until his youngest remains. Viewed as lesser compared to her sisters in her appearance, the reader is left without any suitors. Until her father is forced to marry her off to an outlaw.

TW: Female reader, insecure thoughts, chubby!reader, midsized!reader, she's got boobs, reader herself doesn't act insecure but she would be described as insecure yes. Older sisters say cruel things without thinking of consequences, discussion of weight gain and loss, reader is seen to be not as attractive as her sisters, starving oneself is brought up, and the outlaw is a bit vulgar (he likes something to grab) and is accidentally cruel (he doesn't mean to be, he's just an idiot and a man). Reader is insulted by her sister.

NSFW: swear words, vulgar descriptions of sex, he's just horny for reader, I didn't try smut cause I suck at it, but I might try it in a separate fic, the word whore is used (sex workers deserve respect, I'm using it as a historical term), groping, smacking ass, discussions of non/con (it does not happen), implied consensual sex or as consensual l as arranged married sex with an outlaw can go.

If I have forgotten anything let me know!

Notes: Not gonna lie this is very much a vent fic. So it might seem a bit too specific for a reader's fic. There will be some triggering topics brought up so if any of the above is not your cup of tea please move along. Also please please please use your own discretion for this one, I would hate for my writing to reinforce insecurities in anyone or bring up bad thoughts about themselves. So once again please please please use discretion. No one is forcing you to read this.

Reader discretion is advised! Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction. Also, all my OCs and the reader are over the age of 18+.

Lots of love Mae xx

Alphabet

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"Are you sure you want to wear that dress?" your sister questioned, her mouth forming a tight grimace. Her ringed hands made their way to her tidy hips. Her dress was one of emerald green, its linen fabric delicately wrapped around her waist and cascaded down to the floor in waves. It was a beautiful dress and she looked like an angel in it. It had been your mother's. She had given it to you before she passed away, it hadn't fit you though, despite your late-night struggles to tame the fabric around your hips and breasts. You still remember trying to silence your tears as you nearly ripped the black silk ribbon designed to close the dress at the back. Your chest had been too big and the fabric too tight. So you had given up and gifted it to your sister. If the lands hadn't betrayed you maybe you could have asked a maid to take out some of the seems, but the famine meant you had no extra coins for silly things like thread.

"I thought it looked nice" you answered, voice soft and head bowed. Your hands had come up to your belly and they were currently pulling and twisting your fingers. Your dress was one of dull blue. It was a favourite of yours as it did not pinch your skin or constrict your breathing, nor did it leave marks around your arms where the seems dug into your soft flesh.

"It is dull and plain" your sister scoffed "how are you expected to catch the eye of a suitor if you look like that". she pushed past you towards your closet, ripping open the doors to find a more appropriate dress.

Her words left poison in your gut and tore at your heart. You had spent all morning twisting and curling your hair, putting dainty flowers in the braids. You had redone your rouge and kohl three times, to the point where tears of frustration nearly ruined everything anyway. You had thought you looked decent, maybe even pretty. But as soon as your older sister walked through the door, looking like Venus herself, you thought the flowers in your hair made you look childish and the kohl made you look tarty.

"It is important that we all look our best today. Papa invited nearly all the lords and their sons in the kingdom. Without our bride price, our people will suffer" she mindlessly rambled as she threw dress after dress from their home onto your bed. She had no need to remind you about the reasoning behind today's festivities. Your father's lands were the largest agricultural producer in the kingdom, but sickness had plagued the soil leaving the crop rotten. Without a harvest, your father was forced to buy crops from the other lords, but his coin was running low. In order to save his people from starvation until the famine resided, he was forced to marry you and your sisters off for your bride prices. Your father had cried bitter tears at the thought. He had no sons and you and your sisters were his everything. The only solace he had was his oldest daughter and her future betrothed would be the next lord and lady of the castle, allowing him at least one daughter to remain. You on the other hand, as the youngest, feared you may never see your father or sisters again once married. It was seldom a husband allowed his wife to travel away from her place by their side.

"Ah! This one, try this one!" your sister cheered, pushing a lilac dress into your arms. You recognised it immediately.

"Oh no, not this one" you stammered, already trying to push it back into her arms.

"What? Why not? Just put it on, the suitors shall be arriving soon" she snapped, her eyes looking at you with annoyance.

"I cannot" you stressed, begging her with your gaze.

"This is ridiculous. Put the dress on and be done with it." she insisted pushing you towards the changing stand

"It does not fit" you whispered, hoping she would leave and forget it all. She continued to push you.

"It does not fit!" you shouted, removing yourself from her grip. You turned towards her and watched as her eyes softened.

"It does not fit? Well, then I will tighten it more. Silly girl it is a simple fix" she comforted, her hands now gentle as she once more pushed you to the changing stand. Tears began to swell in your eyes as you allowed her to move you.

"It is too tight on me" you whimpered, your voice almost a whisper. Her hands, which had been softly undoing the laces of your dress suddenly stopped. You could feel the air shift.

"it is too tight?" She coldly asked, her hands gripping the laces. "Papa only gifted it to you last month! It fitted then! What have you done hm? Gouged yourself on the lager while others starve?" she hissed, her hands ripped away from you as she grabbed the dress in your hands. "Papa used coin that could have been better used elsewhere for you! For a silly dress that is as good as rags!" she roared, hands ripping and tearing at the fabric. You were sobbing now, watching as the pretty purple fabric was left tatted on the ground. When she was done, she looked at you with steely eyes. For a moment you thought she might hit you.

"Fine, stay in that tatty rag. Do not come crying to me when the men look past you" she sneered, leaving your room in a huff, slamming the door behind her. You fell to your knees as tears dragged black kohl down your cheeks. It felt like hours, but it had really been only a short few minutes before your father opened your door calling your name with cheer.

"Where are you my dear! My scouts have caught sight of the first Lord!"

His merriment was soon killed when he saw you on the ground.

"Oh, my love! Are you alright? What happened? No more tears now, that's a girl. Dry those eyes." he comforted, holding you in his arms as vengeful tears raced down your cheek. After a few moments, you choked out what had happened. A part of you thought that maybe he would punish your sister, reprimand her or, as a cruel part of you wished, banish her from the festivities. But your father loved you and your sisters equally, sometimes a little too much.

"I am sure she did not mean to. She is just worried because of the trouble that faces us. That is all." he explained patting you on the back.

"Come fix your eyes and I shall redo your laces and then let us meet the Lords, yes?" he cheered, helping you up to your feet.

After harshly scrubbing your face clean of the kohl and rouge and quickly putting some more on (only rouge this time, the kohl made you nervous), your father lead you down the corridors of the castle. You knew he was speaking to you about your sister, how he would ask her to apologise to you and that maybe your oldest sister (your favourite, she was rarely cruel) would gift you an old dress of hers (you knew it wouldn't fit either), but you drowned him out with dreams of what might come. Before this afternoon you had imagined that a nobleman would fall in love with you at first sight. That he would beg at your father's feet for your hand in marriage, that he would gift you flowers and jewels and you would discuss politics and arts. Now you imagined one of the noblemen scorning your sister, declaring her undesirable and a wretch, before he declaring his love for you and carrying you away while you laughed at your sister's misery. It was a cruel thought, yes, but it warmed you. You wished you could say you hated your sisters, but you still loved them, which is why it hurt so much when they made comments on your looks. Friening pity and worry, leaving giggles and snide looks your way. They were like sweet poison. You couldn't wait till distance made the heart fonder.

You and your father finally made it to the steps of the castle joining all four of your sisters. Your eldest sister gives you a smile, another a glance, and the other two, including the sister you wished would tumble down the stairs and fall flat in the mud, give each other a glance and then a giggle. Your father left you standing next to them as he made his way to your oldest sister, just in time for a bugle call and the thundering sound of horses racing through the castle square.

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You wished they never came.

You had hoped for love at first sight. That you would catch a glimpse of a dashing man and you two would fall head over heels in love. That you would dance the night away in his arms and be announced his betrothed by morn. Then you wished that you would strike up a conversation with a lord, and you would discuss history and medicine and by the end of the night, you would be walking through the gardens with your arms intertwined. Then you just prayed one of them would talk to you. They favoured your sisters heavily, ignoring you in conversation to laugh at a quip your sister made or would speak over the top of you altogether. By the end of the night, you had drifted to the sides. Watching as your sisters danced in the arms of charming men you knew would be their husbands. Even your oldest sister had abandoned you. You had gone to her in the hopes she would comfort you, and she did. Until the middle son of a Southern Lord asked her for a dance, and then she was gone. She did promise to come back, but you watched as the two of them huddled together in the shadows. You were feeling miserable and jealous yes, but not enough to steal your darling sister away from a chance of happiness.

So instead you just hid in the shadows, counting the minutes until you could hide away in your room. It wasn't the first time something like this has happened. You had become used to being seen as the lesser sister during events and ceremonies. It wasn't like you were dull. In fact, you were intelligent, charming and funny, but when you were placed with your sisters it was like all that seeped away from you and you struggled to reach their level of grace and poise. Tonight hurt the most, however, because the survival of your people depended on you catching the eye of a suitor. Without all four bride prices, your father would not have enough coin to buy next season's shipment of food. Your people would starve otherwise. For the first time in your life, you actually started to believe the cruel comments your sisters would make. Maybe you really were undesirable? Maybe everything would be easier if you had your mother's face and not the rounded one of your father. You were failing your father and it was because of something so inherently you. There was nothing you could do to change it, it is who you are, and here a room full of men deemed it unworthy.

You had decided you were done. Nothing more to do but leave and hideaway in your room. You left quickly, struggling to hide the tears swelling in your eyes. Your father would come looking for you, maybe, but it was nothing an excuse of lightheadedness couldn't control. Once arriving in your room, you were quick to scrub the rouge from your cheeks and rip the flowers from your hair. With a screech, you threw them to the ground. You had spent a whole morning picking them. You were foolish to think they could elevate a face like yours. You then tore yourself from your dress and drove under the covers. Like every night since she passed, you wished your mother was here. Even though you knew she would just call your worries silly and ridiculous, or worse offer to help you fast. It often seemed like you were like a goose in a family of swans. While not harsh to the gaze, you were nothing in comparison to the other women in your family.

Crying yourself to sleep, you whispered over and over again that it wasn't fair.

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You watched as your sister waved at you from the window of the carriage before darting back inside. Your father beside you was cheering, with tears running down his rosy cheeks. Your oldest sister was linked in arms with her husband, both smiling and waving at the carriage as it disappeared from sight. Since the ball a week prior, all your sisters had been married. All their suitors declared their intent the morning after the festivities. A part of you had been hopeful, foolishly so, that maybe you had caught a suitor's eye. That they had just been too shy to approach you but had wanted you for their wife. You were terribly disappointed when no man stepped forward when your father called your name. It was humiliating too, watching as some men even took steps back. It broke the last bit of hope left in you. You had been terribly jealous, watching your sisters fawn over wedding dresses. You had just stood to the side, lightly touching scraps of silk that had been discarded on the floor. You had watched in envy during each separate wedding wishing that could be you, that someone wanted you enough to announce their loyalty to you. It made you sick to the stomach with the amount of guilt you felt feeling that way.

If you had been disappointed and miserable from the whole affair, your father was devastated. He was so close to saving his people, and yet he had failed. You remained by his side. He was torn between his love for you and relief that his youngest would not leave his side so soon but also shattered at the prospect of his people suffering. His once loving and kind attitude towards you suddenly became cold, and he often refused to look you in the eyes. He loved you, yes, but sometimes you think he blamed you. For what you weren't sure. Maybe for not at least trying on that lilac dress, or maybe not being as charming as your sisters were. A cruel and wicked part of you thought that maybe he blamed himself, for siring a creature like you.

He had since tried to discuss marriage with less favourable suitors. But the poorer lords could not afford the bride price he need and the older (much older) lords made you cry at his feet begging him to reconsider. He succumbed to your pleas. But at a price. He warned that if you continued to refuse his choice of suitors then by the last day of the month he would marry you to the next willing and able man who asked for your hand. And so your father declared to the whole kingdom your hand in marriage. That any man (noble or not) who could afford your bride price could come to his lands to ask for your hand. You had a condition of your own. They could not see you until the bride price was paid and you were lifting the veil in the church. You did not want to be humiliated any longer by shallow men. You were allowed to see them though, with you hiding behind your father's counsel room walls, peering through a hole created for your eyes.

So for the next week men viring for your hand arrived. You refused every single one. They were far too old, or far too young. They had had five wives previous and all had met a grisly fate by 'accidental drowning'. They kept asking your father what you looked like and made jokes about not wanting to be tricked into a marriage with a beast. Some seemed respectful and charming until they laughed at a poor serving girl tripping over their foot while your father was away from the room. One kept picking at his teeth, another had attrocious manners and sneezed all over your father. You refused all.

It was finally the last day of the month and your oldest sister was fusing over you. This whole affair made her fret, she had begged you to at least reconsider sending the last suitor away (the one who sneezed), but you were adamant, if not a little frightened. Maybe you should have lowered your standards. Maybe you should have given the sneezer a chance. At least before you had a choice, but now? Now it was whoever walked through the castle gates. You weren't hiding behind the wall today. It wasn't your choice. Instead, you and your sister took tea in the garden as you nervously wondered who your husband would be. Before everything had started, you had prayed for a charming, dashing, handsome man. But now you could only hope he was kind.

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Your husband-to-be was an outlaw. A rogue. A criminal and thief. Most definitely a murderer and only the Lord knew what else. To even think your father allowed this match brought tears to your eyes. But he had sworn that on the last day of the month, he would accept the first man to ask for your hand. You were sure he never thought it would be the infamous Outlaw King (why wasn't he just arrested or killed on sight? movie magic baby). He disgusted you, your betrothed, you had only seen him from afar, still refusing to let him see you until the wedding. But your sister had told you all. About how he waltzed into the castle and pushed past your father's guards to declare his intentions for your hand. He hadn't even asked! He had thrown the required price on your father's table and had only laughed at the sight of your father's wide eyes.

Your father could only nod his head and approve your betrothal. You remember your father meeting you in the gardens to tell you of your betrothed. Your sister had exploded into fury, while you had just sat still in shock. You had heard tales of him of course, an immoral and cunning man, leading a band of outlaws deep in the woods. He was said to be the bastard son of the King's brother. Left to fend for himself as a babe in the woods. That he was raised by a she-wolf and inherited her blood lust. He was handy with a knife and brutal with a sword. That every whore in the kingdom longed for his presence, for the gold and pleasure he provided. It was said he killed a man for just jesting he was as good with a sword as he was. He was a vile man and yet you were to be his wife. You had cried in your bed at the thought of him, of his vile hands touching you. Your sister had tried to console you but it was your duty to your people to marry him.

The day of the wedding left you frightened. You were worried about many things. What would become of you after your wedding? Of where you would live. Would you be expected to steal and rob like he does? Would you be classed as an outlaw too? all these thoughts helped distract you from the most worrying of all. What if he didn't like you? What if even a scoundrel like him didn't want you. Then you really would be a failure of a woman.

You don't remember much before the wedding, just your sister whispering in your ear about how to make it less painful, you hadn't been listening so you don't know what she was referring to. You remember your hands feeling the silk of your wedding dress as your sister laced the ribbon in front of the mirror. For a brief second, you thought you looked pretty. You also remember your father's grip on your arm as he walked you down the aisle before hesitantly passing you to the tall and stocky man in front of you. Tales of the Outlaw King will have you believe he was a lean figure with fair hair and blue eyes. A resemblance of the Prince he was supposed to be sired from. Instead, he was broad with deep brown eyes and dark scruffy hair. He had a wide cheerful grin and he looked far too excited for this sombre affair. He was so excited he didn't even wait for the priest to tell him to lift the veil, he just yanked it up and let out a low whistle at the sight of you.

"You sure are pretty huh" he grinned. A blush made its way up your cheeks and over your ears. It was the first time anyone had ever called you that. You could only stare at him before mumbling a thank you, you were raised to be polite after all, and then you turned towards the priest with palms sweaty. He spent the whole ceremony stealing glances at you and urging the priest to hurry up. Asking if all the formalities were necessary. The congregation was split between some being disgraced at his antics and others amused by his merriment, either in awe at his presence or his own men, shouting and hollering encouragement. However, when he pulled a knife on the priest when he tried to ask if anyone wanted to object, the guests all gave out a cry of hysteria, with only his men howling in joy. It was frightening to see the priest pushed up against the altar, your future husband's dagger at his throat. You gave a yelp at the sight and backed away slightly. You were reminded that he was not a nice man.

"You can skip that part father. Unless anyone has anything to say?" he joked cruelly, turning to the church with his arms open wide, dagger shining in the light of the sun beams through the windows. Your father looked like he was about to faint and your sister was being held back by her husband.

"No? Wonderful. Can we get this show on the road then father? I'm itching to be balls deep in my pretty lady by nightfall" he beamed putting his knife away. You yourself felt like you were about to faint. A heat rising from your stomach. You did not know if from disgust, fear or heaven forbid want. A cruel part of you whispered that maybe it was all a joke, a wicked ploy to have you believe he fancied you. But the look he gave you when he turned to smile at you, had those thoughts racing away. You could hear your sister hissing out curses, while your father groaned in defeat.

The priest, skipping a few steps, then declared you man and wife. You felt your husband's large hands grip your hips before dragging you to him, your chest bumping into his. He quickly brought you into a harsh kiss, his tongue prodding at your opening, you could only stand there still, your hands pressed tightly up against him. His hands made their way down to your arse before he gripped it tightly, a moan of satisfaction coming from your husband and a gasp from you. He took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside. You could hear the cheers from his men and the polite, almost disgusted clapping of your guest. He tore himself away from you to turn to the congregation, giving out a howl of joy and throwing his hands to the heavens. His men went wild. Some began jumping up and down on the pews, while others began to slap the wooden material creating a deafening sound of thunder. One even had two swords in his hand, waving them around his head in joy. You had started to turn yourself to look at your father and sister but were stopped when your husband gripped your thighs to throw you over his shoulder with a yelp. He walked towards your family, you were in shock at it all and could only react with a squeal as he playfully smacked your bottom a few times. Stopping in front of your father and sister, you lifted yourself slightly up to meet their gaze.

"Don't you worry sir, I'll take real good care of her. Hell, next time we meet, there might be some ankle bitters running around" he laughed, giving a particularly hard slap to your arse. You gave a yelp and your father fell to his chair with a groan. Your sister was spitting curses, her husband desperately trying to hold her back from hitting your husband. Your husband only laughed with cruel mockery as he left your family, walking down the aisle into the fresh air of the world beyond.

You were plopped on the ground outside as dozens of wild cheering men pooled around you. Shouts of congratulations and well-dones were lifted into the air. Your husband was clapped on the back and brought into tight hugs. Every one of them had big smiles gracing their faces. Slowly they drifted away. You looked over their shoulders trying to find where the carriage was. Instead, a man leads a large bay stallion over to your husband. Your husband thanked him before turning to you.

“Up you go princess” he grunted, grabbing your waist and hauling you up on the saddle. You tried to get comfortable, but your dress pooled around you, making it hard for you to sit right or even see the stallion’s head. You turned to ask your husband if there was a carriage to take, but you were stopped by the sight of his hands tearing at your dress. You gave a shout of fear and using one leg you tried to kick him away. Instead, just grabbed it with one hand and ripped it with another. Scraps of silk lay forgotten on the muddy ground. His hand on your ankle was rough and warm, and it left tingles behind. After doing the other side as well, with you once again trying to kick in his teeth, your lower legs were bare. The removal of the excess fabric made it much easier for you to sit and you gave him a begrudging thank you. He just smiled at you and gripped your ankle tighter before running his hand up your skin, to your knee and diving it under the remainder of the dress before resting it on the meat of your thigh. He pawed at your soft flesh before giving you a smile.

“That’s alright princess” he cooed, before lifting himself up behind you. You tried to give him some more room, moving forward slightly. However, you were pulled back by his arm around your waist, leaving your arse pressed tight against his groin. You tried to move forward again but was once more pulled back.

“Come on sweet cheeks, don’t you wanna make your husband happy?” he sang, and you gave him a small hesitant nod. “Then sit that arse right here and let a man enjoy his wife’s company.” He teased, his mouth finding its way to your ear. He encouraged the horse forward, and he gave a groan as you were jolted back and your arse ground against him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that” he cooed. You could only blush and tense up, trying desperately to ignore his hardening member digging into you.

You turned your head to look for your family, finding them standing on the church steps. You gave a small wave and a little smile. Your eyes began to swell with tears as you watched your father fall to the ground in grief. His youngest taken by an outlaw. You turned around quickly not wanting to watch your father’s misery.

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"I saw you" he remarked, leading his horse into the forest.

You had been riding all day and you had yet to have a proper conversation with him. Instead, he would shout vulgar remarks to his men, telling them how desperate he was to sink into your warm cunt, or he would joke to them how the only reason he hadn’t torn the rest of your dress off and taken you roughly on the ground was that he didn’t want the sight of your soft, sweet flesh available to the dirty bastards. After each conversation and jest, he would give a laugh and then squeeze a portion of you. His favourite place to grab was your thigh. You would often be startled by his hand finding its way under your skirts, where it would run up and down before squeezing and finally leaving. The conversations and his touch left you breathless and terrified. You were sure this man would force himself on you and the idea of it left you shaking. After a vile comment made by him about how he would soon teach his pretty princess how to suck cock like a whore, which made you give out a sob of fear, he suddenly refused to joke with his men about you further. Even ordering one man to get off his horse and walk when he made a particular vulgar comment on how your breasts would look, bouncing on your husband’s cock. Since then, the group only spoke of other things, like robbing and killing. Your husband remained silent throughout. So, it shocked you when he remarked that he had seen you, his voice was much softer than you had previously known.

"Pardon?" you queried, slightly turning your head to him.

"The night of that big party you had. Me and the boys came to rob everyone blind, but then out popped you. You were wearing that bluey-looking dress, looking all pretty and shit. I liked the flowers in your hair, made you look real sweet. I guess you could say it was love at first sight. Couldn't rob everyone when I was thinking about you" he said, hand resting on his own hip and the other leading the horse over tree roots and rocks. You listened intently, thinking back to that night. Surely you would have seen an outlaw. You blushed at his words; a small smile fought its way to your lips. Until it was ripped down with his continuing story.  

"You ran off before I could nab ya, tried again a few more times during the week of all your sisters getting hitched. Kept just missing ya though. You were running this way and that, and sometimes you wouldn’t even leave the castle! I may be a fool in love but I’m not foolish to think I would be able to get past your guards and steal you away.” He chuckled as if he was relaying a funny little tale down at the pub. “But then your old man declared your hand free game! all it took was a little hard work robbing some rich fucks and next thing I knew we're getting hitched. My ma would be proud, I got you the honest way! who would have thought huh?" he beamed, giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"you stole the money. And you still tried to kidnap me" you said in shock. Your eyes widened in disgust.

"so?" he questioned, he really saw no problem with his whole plan. Suddenly you turned a corner and in front of you was the Outlaw’s lair. It was remarkably put together. Houses and huts hidden under the canopy of the trees, some even in the branches of the tall trees, and bridges traveling throughout creating a roadway of planks and rope. It was amazing.

“Welcome home princess” he cheered, it did nothing to kill the fear inside of you.

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You listened to the continuing festivities outside the wooden walls. Your husband (whose name you still didn’t know) told you that his men would party into the wee hours of dawn. But your husband had other things on his mind than drinking, he had snatched you from the horse and carried you into his bed chambers, throwing you onto the bed. You had given a shriek of surprise and quickly sat up moving to the edge of the bed, just in time as he fell to the space where you once were. He gave a groan of frustration and lifted himself up to his elbows.

“Come here wife, I have dreamed of that sweet cunt since I first saw you. Let me finally have a taste for all my good work” he grunted before reaching for you. You jumped to your feet.

“I don’t even know your name!” you blurted out, thinking quickly about how to tame this man’s lust without touching him.

“Its Bingus” he remarked, face bored.

“Excuse me?” you asked, you weren’t one to judge but that name did not suit the man in front of you.

“Of course it isn't! It isn't exactly a name that inspires fear and respect” he chuckled as he also stood from the bed. You stood tense, standing close to the wall. He gave a sigh before answering your initial question.

“It's Alwyn,” he said as he slowly stepped towards you. He reached out with his hands, and you flinched slightly. He moved his hands up and down your arms, giving you slight comfort. “ Now that you know, I expect you to scream it loud enough to drown out those fuckers outside”

He grabbed your waist and lifted you up, placing you on the bed with him firmly on top. His body was in between your legs, and you tried desperately to push him off.

“Oh, you wound me sweet cheeks! All I want to do is show you my love!” he teased “and how can I not, with you laying in my bed looking like the prettiest whore there ever was"

You gave a cry of anger as your hand raced for his face. He easily grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand flat onto the bed next to your head.

"It's a compliment sweet cheeks! I mean it in a 'fucking hell my wife is so fucking hot, I'm about to blow my load just at the sight of her pretty tits' way." He consoled. “And what pretty tits they are. I mean look at them. I just want to bury my face in em” he groaned before doing exactly that. You felt his lips mouth at the skin of your cleavage, the rest hidden by your dress. The pleasure left you flustered, and you gave out a moan. He started to grind his pelvis against your clothed warmth. You could feel his hardening cock straining against his pants. But all the feelings, of pleasure, confusion, nervousness and insecurities overwhelmed you.

“Did you mean it?” you whimpered, grabbing his hair with your non-trapped hand, and pulling his face up.

“Mean what princess?” he cooed. Eyes and smile dopey with lust.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?”, you whispered, tears making their way to your eyes. He released your hand to gently hold your face.

“The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in all my days” he soothed going in for a kiss.

“You aren’t just saying that right? Right?” you sniffed, turning your head for his kiss to fall flat on your cheek, he lifted his head with a groan. You needed to know. Needed to make sure he wasn’t just lying to you to get you to willingly give up your honour.

“Now why would you say something like that huh?” he probed.  You looked at him with teary eyes. Begging for him to leave it and forget it.

“Well? What got my pretty lady worried?” he implored.

“I just don’t believe you” you sniffled, a rogue tear traveling down your cheek before his thumb swiped it away.

“Don’t believe me? Sweetheart I would be a fool to not think you are the prettiest, most gorgeous being I’ve ever seen” he laughed, once more going for a kiss. Once more you turned your head, this time his mouth finding its way on the pillow, he gave a grunt of frustration.

“How can you think I’m beautiful when I look like me?” you whimpered, tears following quickly. His head snapped up quickly. His eyes darkened. His gaze was harsh, but his fingers on your face were soft. His thumb gently wiped away the offensive tears.

“Who told you otherwise?” he snarled, his face twisting into anger. But when your face turned to one of fear, his eyes softened, and his face became gentle.

“Who was it, sweetheart? You tell me and I’ll burn their fucking house down” his voice soft and soothing, his thumbs moving their way to your lips, tracing their outline. You hesitated. It wasn’t like anyone at had ever out rightly told you, you were ugly or unattractive. But it was what they hadn’t said. In the way your mother would call your sisters beautiful and gorgeous, then turn to you and say you liked nice, just nice. How only your sisters were ever praised for their tidy figures and easy-to-manage breasts by the dressmaker, while she only ever tsked and sighed measuring your hips and bust.  It was in the way you had always felt left out, never feeling like an equal, sometimes not even feeling like a sister. Instead of telling him all that you just gave him a shake of the head and a sniffle. After a few moments of silence, he relented, maybe later he would ask and then he would get to burn something. But right now, he needed to change tactics.

“You know…I’ve always had a thing for girls like you” he encouraged, leaving sweet kisses on your rounded cheeks and jaw, before looking down at you once more. You looked at him with inquisitive eyes.

“You’re so, so soft, and there’s so much to grab and fuck me but your thighs? Heaven. And these tits? the way they bounce when you walk? Fuck, it's enough for a man to blow a load at the very sight. And the way your arse jiggles? I just want to bend you over and fuck the daylight out of you” he moaned, kissing up and down your neck. You became flustered, the only thing you could do was listen and hold onto his shoulders as he continued his assault on your body. It was going so well too, you had started to think he really did see you as desirable, as someone worth loving. Until he opened his big stupid mouth again.

“So what you’re not as thin as your sisters or some other women? I like my women well fed and fuck sweetheart look at you! You’re as well fed as a heifer in spring!” he cheered, his eyes bright with joy and his mouth smiling wide. You on the other hand were frowning. Giving a cry of anger you pushed him off you and jumped from the bed. Angry tears began rolling down your cheeks as you looked for something to bash him with. Ah, a broom! Grabbing it you turned to swing it at him, Alwyn shouting in confusion and shock, only narrowing missing a stick to the face by leaping from the bed. You tried to swing at him again, but he grabbed the broom and pulled it forward, you along with it. He held you in his arms as you raged against him, sobs crying out.

“Hey! Hey! Come on princess, what now!” he exclaimed trying to soften the blows to his chest from your hands.

“It’s not fair!” you wailed, “It’s not fair!” Finally tired from all the excitement you slowed your assault, leaving you to sob into his chest, hands covering your face. You could feel his hands awkwardly rub your back. You hated him.

“What’s not fair?”  he whispered.

“It’s not fair they look the way they do, and I’m left looking like this” you choked, “it's not fair they are called as fair as a swan in flight or, or as pretty as a sunflower in summer or as beautiful as Venus herself. And I’m left to be compared to a heifer! A heifer!” you broke down into more bitter tears by the end of your rant. Your tears left damp splotches on his shirt. He deserved it.

“ A very pretty heifer” he encouraged, making you growl in anger and restart your war against his chest.

“Ok! Ok! You don’t want to be called a heifer! I get it!” he exclaimed grabbing your wrists together to stop you.

“But you are as pretty as a sunflower, or as beautiful as a goose” he soothed, hands resting on your hips and fingers rubbing small circles.

“Swan” you sniffed.

“Right. As beautiful as a swan” he took a pause, “I thought they were the same thing? Aren’t swans just baby geese?” he questioned, head tilting slightly to the right.

“No!” you giggled; tears forgotten as you smiled watching as his own grin made its way to his face.

“Right, okay, so swans are swans and geese are geese?” he asked, a large smile gracing his lips. You giggled as you nodded your head.

“Okay, I get it now.” He nodded. “I don’t like swans. They are too pretentious, with really fucking long necks and stupid-looking faces. I like geese better” he remarked.

“I thought you didn’t know what a swan was?” you smirked, tears now drying on your cheek.

“I didn’t, I thought swans shrunk as they got older to be geese” he replied, face one of pure glee. This left you laughing deeply, your head falling back and a massive smile on your face.

“There’s my pretty girl” Alwyn cooed, watching you with pure love in his eyes. “I don’t know who ever made you feel this way about yourself, but they were fucking idiots. I mean look at yourself. As beautiful and as radiant as the first morning rays over a snow-covered mountain” he soothed, leaving a light kiss on your lips. Tears welled in your eyes but this time of joy.

“You’re pretty good-looking yourself. One might say handsome” you shyly smiled. He gave a chuckle before answering.

“Oh I know I am sweetheart.” He teased. You brought your lips to his and brought his hands to your arse, allowing him to squeeze. A moan came from both of you. But you still at one more question. Slowly removing your lips and giggling as he pouted you stared at him for a moment.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“When you said you fell in love with me?” you whispered, terrified you would break the spell between you two. Your fears dissipated as a dashing smile graced his charming face.

“I’m not a praying man, but I swear to any god that lives in heaven that it was the truth” he marvelled, hands resting once more on your hips, fingers falling into a familiar routine of small circles.

“I think I like you too” you softly spoke.

“Good to know princess.” He smirked, hands now rubbing up and down your sides  “So how about you spread those pretty thighs for me and I find heaven for us both?”

he really did get to be balls deep by nightfall

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Hey guys it's mae!

I just wanted to have a quick discussion about the above topics just cause I want to make myself clear. I completely and utterly understand that it is not healthy to expect your partner (if you can call what these two have a relationship) to 'fix' your insecurities, that is something only you can try and work on. And yeah I don't think anyone will ever be without insecurities and therefore it is natural for partners to help each other through that. But you have to make the first step, even if your partner is the one to encourage you. I wrote this because of personal reasons and as a way of venting (don't worry it's mainly the feeling of my situation rather than based on any particular events). I see this as a fantasy and thus it does not relate to expectations of reality, you guys should view it as such too. There is nothing wrong with fantasising about someone rushing in and 'rescuing' ( i put them in inverted commas because he legit kidnaps the reader) you but I think it's also important to view yourself as your own hero. If anyone is struggling with body image issues and insecurities feel free to dm me (just remind me to post it privately I forget) and we can have a chat. I am not a licenced professional or anything but I can send you in the right direction. I know what it's like being told your entire life you're not good enough looks-wise. Anyway! I just wanted to make that crystal clear cause I do see people idolising a partner with the sole purpose of fixing their insecurities without putting the work in themselves or even helping their partners with their own insecurities. Also, you don't need a partner to be happy! It can be achieved, but this one goes out to us lonely bitches who just want to slow dance with someone.

All the best,

Mae xx

[moononmyfloor]

Masterlist of My Royal Feast Posts

Opening Credits: Featured Dishes Part 1, Part 2

How to Royal Feast: Official Recipes- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Royal Feast: Featured Dishes in Posters- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Royal Feast: Background Information Videos- Part 1, Part 2

Ep 1: Sweet and Sour Live Carp, Crispy Peach Rice Crust, Burnt Bone, Bao'er Rice, Chicken Liver Extract, Steamed Tofu with Chicken Stock, Stewed Meat with Herbs

Ep 2: Mother and Child, Ruyi Bamboo Pith with Coreless Lotus Wine, Drunken Jujubes, Meatballs

Ep 3: Shrimps in Two Styles, Vegetarian Yellow Croaker with Vinegar, Stir Fried Vegetables Stuffed with Mushrooms and Meat, Plain Noodle Soup

Ep 4: Chrysanthemum Hotpot and Tea, Health Porridge

Ep 5: Emperor's Savior

Ep 6: Fresh Fish Dumplings, Qilin Fish and Fish with Winter Bamboo Shoots, Fish and Mutton Freshness and Fragrant Flower Fish Shreds, Fish with Fermented Beans and Tofu Stewed in Fish Soup

Ep 7: Puffed Rice Candy, Drunk Chicken Soup

Ep 8: Golden and Silver Tofu Soup, Fried Pomfret, Twice Cooked Pork, Grilled Pork Ribs, Stuffed Tofu with Spring Water, Stir Fried Shrimp with Tuna Sinensis, Boiled and Shredded Dried Beancurd, Braised Pork Belly with Meigan Cai, Stir Fried Chicken with Winter Bamboo Shoots, Duck Fat Layered Flatbread, Chicken Soup with Wine, Egg Shumai

Ep 9: Lion's Head Meatball, Tapertail Anchovy with Gold Foil, Chestnut Cake, Durian Chicken Stew, Splendid Lobster Rice, Pepper Pork Tripe Soup, Dragon Cucumber Salad, Steamed Taro, Grape Wine, Broad Bean with Fennel, Sugar Coated Taro, Roasted Goose with Shamrock Pea

Ep 10: Laba Congee, Longevity Noodles, Plum Blossom Porridge and Green Bamboo Welcomes the Spring, Box of Great Fortune, Coal Mine Icefishes, Snow White Chicken Floss, Deep Fried Prawns, Begonia Blossom Puff Pastry, Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallion, Two-types of Quick Fried Slices, Duck Cooked in Three Styles, Clear Soup with Cabbage

Ep 11: Wenzao Tofu, Chicken Roll with Pine Nuts, Braised Pork Belly, Cruician Carp Belly Soup, Dinghu Vegetarian Dish, Superb Crab Soup with Boiled Crab Claw, Stir-Fried Pig's Kidneys with Walnuts, Sweet Cotton Rose Bird's Nest, Three Blessings, New Year Dumplings

Ep 12: Taiji Hawthorn and Milk Cream, Tangyuan

Ep 13: Braised Rabbit, Sweet Walnut Dessert

Ep 14: Osmanthus Taro Cream, Lotus Leaf Porridge

Ep 15: Radish Omelette, Rice Soup

Ep 16: Longan, Goji and Pigeon Egg Soup, Emerald Buddha's Hands and Chicken, Soup with Pepper

Ep 17: Plum Blossom Noodle Soup, Peony Carved from Water Tofu, Jasmine Tea, Notes on Qianchun's New Year, Wangchuan Villa, Twenty-Four Solar Terms Wonton

Ep 18: Chestnut Yam Dessert, Thundering Chestnuts, Braised Pork Belly Skewers, Mandarin Fish Congee, Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish, Carrageenan Salad, Golden White Jade Rice Ball, Frozen Golden Bell Chicken Jelly

Ep 19: Stuffed Bitter Gourd, Osmanthus Jelly, Golden Sand Red Rice Noodle Roll, Crab Dumplings, Sampan Congee, Live Shrimp, Sweet Egg Twists, Suzhou Ship Snacks

Ep 20: Milk Skin, Seasoned Flour Mush, Braised Pork with Soy Sauce and Wine, Mutton Soup, Dandelion Wine, Guilinggao (Tortoise Jelly)

Ep 21: Pepper Pear, Chrysanthemum Tofu, Lightly Fried Cooked Taro Slices, Parsley and Bijian Soup, Fried Stinky Tofu, Salty and Sweet Douhua, Prank Yuanxiao

Ep 22: Peony Shaped Salted Fish, Salt-baked Chicken, Three types of Steamed Cured Meat, Coir Raincoat Cucumber Salad, Pineapple Duck Slices, Century Eggs, Nine-Variety Box, Winter Melon Chicken, Mashed Chicken, Roasted Duck, Ladder-to-Heaven Duck Feet, Taiping Lotus Root with Assorted Stuffings, Shangjia Banglinxian/Fresh Bamboo Shoots from a Mountain Home Forest, Yunlin Roasted Goose, Fire-Free Roasted Goose

Ep 23: Auspicious Pork Knuckle, Steamed Crab in Orange, Winter Melon Surprise, Fried Shrimp Without Heads, Gold Dragon Spinning Silk, Lovers' Fishtail, Osmanthus Scented Pig Skin, Osmanthus with Crab Meat and Shark Fin, Pearl and Emerald White Jade Soup, Engraved Suckling Pig, Great-Harmony-Under-Heaven Hotpot, Crispy Walnut Cakes, Pigeon Soup with Coconut Milk and Dates, Sour Soup

Ep 24: Dongting Tangerine Balls, Angelica Steamed Chicken, Abalone-shaped Ghee Snack, Chamomile Seedling Porridge, Pork Breast Skewers

Ep 25: Roasted Lamb Ribs, Roasted Mandarin Fish, Bazhen Pastry

Ep 26: Xunchong Pancake

Ep 27: Reed Leaf Wrapped Rice, Sesame Tea, Milk and Lotus Root Powder Tea, Fruit Tea, Almond Cheese, Cherry in Curdled Milk, Almond Cheese, Phoenix Fetus, Steamed Softshell Turtle with Sheep Lard, Fresh Scallop Adductor Muscle, Peony and Lettuce

Ep 28: Lily Pastry, Zongzi

EP 29: Chamomile Cold Noodles, Mooncakes, Sticky Rice Cake

Ep 30: Fish Balls in Lotus Pods, Pan-fried Roujiamo, Lotus Leaf Fermented Fish, Shenxian Porridge and Rice

Ep 31: Honey Rose Taro, Thin Pancake, White Sugar Cake, Water Chestnut Cake, Green Bean Cake, China Root Cake, Yam and Red Bean Cake, Osmanthus Cake, Almond Tofu, Walnut Halva

Ep 32: Steamed Eel, Smiling Conch, Popped Crab, Rice with Abalone Sauce, Tiger Eye Candy

Ep 33: Dragon Takes Off His Robe

Ep 34: Yellow Croaker with Imitated Crab Roe, Steamed Shad, Flatbread, Chicken Congee

Ep 35: Stuffed Rice Rolls, Crab Roe Soup Dumplings, Juntun Stuffed Flatbread, Sheep's Head Meat Roll, Sha ("what") Soup, Steamed Sponge Cake, Fried Sangza, Puff Pastry with Three Kindes of Shreds, Radish Pastry, Noodles Served with Fried Bean Sauce, Pancake, Tanghulu, Fried Lotus, Fried Salted Shredded Fish, Ice with Cream

Ep 36: Zhongyuan Vegetarian Lunch

Ep 37: Duck Dumpling, Emerald Shrimp Bucket, Two Phoenixes Return to The Nest

Ep 38: Wheat Rice, Wild Vegetable Soup, Food for Guarding Mountains

Ep 39: No featured dishes

Ep 40: Flat Food

(It's hilarious how there was no space for the VERY last post, since I've hit the 100 hyperlinks per post mark right before the final dish🤣 Alright Tumblr, I understand. Time to say bye-bye to Royal Feast, it had been an absolutely educational, intriguing and OCD-indulging ride. See you at Delicacies Destiny!😘)

[nightly-ruse]

May I request a drawing of Firestar?

I was a die hard plain pelted Firestar, but then I drew tabby Firestar and became obsessed I adore it so much

I cannot express how much fun I had doing all his little flecks and stuff. If anyone uses him for art do not draw every fleck accurately I won’t do it bc that’d be a pain. It’s all just like confetti, fun little flecks all across him. Also this is like older dad Firestar. Like around when Leaf has the three. I like drawing older Fire, he’s very cute.

(ID- Firestar is sitting down facing the left with his head towards the camera and a emerald eye looking straight at the camera, his front back paw raised and his risk straight up. He is a ginger tabby with deep red stripes and a white chest/chin. Light Orange is on his nose, inner ear tufts, belly, and paws with a middle colored orange between the deep orange and light orange color. Many flecks dot his pelt with white speckled paws and a white tipped tail. He has a happy smile and wink right at the camera. A faint signature reading “Nightly Ruse”is on his leg, the second image a closer image to his face. ID)

[wingedjewels]

Chrysuronia leucogaster by Michel GIRAUD-AUDINE Via Flickr: Ariane vert-doré, Plain-bellied Emerald

[sunlitmcgee]

i heard ur answering questions about ur wof x dsmp au so im here to ask: what does tommy look like? does he like have spikes and serrated claws but big twisty horns and huge wings? or a different combination?

ahhh that's actually the 1 thing I have down the most!

See, it'd be very easy for Tommy to be a bright red skywing with fancy horns and steller claws. That'd fit, right? That would fit such a loud, boisterous, at times a bit annoying little dragonet.

But see, he isn't visually very loud.

Visually he's rather plain. A scrawny-built, tall yet slumped, loud yet rather unassuming little one. He's got pale orange scales with smooth white on his belly and a small glittery strip on the undersides of his wings. Not a peach orange mind you. Just a dull off shade that's kind of like this but with a bit more satuation

he's got bright blue eyes and big red-tinted wings. His horns are curved, but they aren't very sharp. He doesn't have the icewing spike mane.

His claws are serrated. Not as much as wilbur's.

he's a very unassuming dragonet. it's a shock to most that he's so loud and so all over the place. it's a shock that he of all dragons is a full-on animus.

He's more sky than ice.

No fire or frost.

Just loud bounciness and the joy of a carefree youth.

wonder if he's ever thought to use that magic for more than just color changing snails, wonders a mind behind a set of eyes the color of the dark emerald trees.

[anaiswriterr]

My Darling,

Pairing: Deku x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: smut, light cursing, nsfw, soft dom Izuku (Characters are aged up, Y/N is 20 and Izuku is 23) Forgive me, I’ll go to church after this I promise. I tried my best, one day my smut writing will get better but until then I’m practicing. Um.. yeah this isn’t as graphic as other but damn I had to take multiple breaks. THIS IS 18+

Request: 18, 63, 72, and 150

SYNOPSIS: A simple tribe girl picking flowers for her mother’s shop and Dragon King who was in desperate need for a wife. He met her on a warm spring evening, and was set to marry her the next night.

Y/N wouldn't necessarily call herself lucky, though, many girls would remind her of the soft skin she possessed, the darling smile she was blessed with, and the warmth her heart carried within as she handed out lilies to the little girls that ran all throughout the village. Blessed with Aphrodite's beauty, undoubtly she caused heads to turn everywhere she went.

Y/N L/N, daughter of the villages flower shop owner, was the most beautiful in the land.

A proud tribal woman of the Dragon Kingdom, who never paid attention to politics, who never saw the wrong in most. The one who caught the wandering eye of King Izuku when he made his frequent visit to the village for it's annual festival.

The golden hew that surround her crouched body, as she continued to pick the roses from her garden. She hadn't noticed his eyes, she was to busy cutting off the thorns off its stem before handing the rose to a small boy who watched in awe as she filled her basket with more roses. "This ones for you," She says softly, dropping the flower into his small palm; he clutches onto the now non threatening stem. His eyes grow large with his smile as he wraps his arms around the girl, "Thank you, Miss L/N!" He runs off the other direction.

Her kindness is what drew Izuku Midoriya. Like a magical love spell casted on the man, love at first sight.

Who knew the King would come back with a wife who wasn't even remotely close to royalty, no, she was a normal tribal girl who ran with her heart never her head - surely she never thought she'd be Queen one day to King Midoriya. But like all fairytales she married, and fell madly in love with the king as he held his palm out to help lower her from his horse.

She sighs, "Do we have to attend this party?"

Izuku smiles at his bride, hold her hand close to his chest placing a chaste kiss on her fingers, "Just for a little while, I promise you'll have fun. Besides, I'll be with you the entire night."

"Is that a promise?" Y/N asks nervously, chewing on the insides of her cheeks. Still new to the whole royalty transition, she looked the part but inside she was still the girl who picked up flowers for her mother. Izuku can feel her nervousness radiate off her body, arching a brow he smiles at her in hopes to lift her sprits. "I know you're still new to this, but there's a reason why I married you."

"Why is that?" She lifts her head to meet his emerald green eyes, ones she'd often found herself most nights staring deeply into.

"That's for me too know and for you to find out later." He places a kiss on her cheek.

Y/N scoffs as his playfulness at they enter the castle, hundreds of bustling maids scurry around in preparations for tonight's ball. "Continue to say things like that, and we both won't be attending the party tonight."

"Why is that?" He smirks looking directly down at his wife with hungry eyes.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out later."

***

Y/N wears a sly smile as she makes her way around the busy ballroom, taking in small sips of her champagne as she converses with the girls she's recently befriended. Uraraka and Mina, both who were recently married to Bakugou and Kirishima. Y/N found it easy to talk to them, simple, all three were new to the life of being royalty. Y/N hums in agreement at something Mina says, giggling at Uraraka's blushing cheeks till she feels two strong arms wrap around her waist, "Excuse me ladies, but if you don't mind I'll be stealing my wife for a moment." Izuku says playfully, before latching his arm into yours.

"Where you taking me?"

"I haven't told you how beautiful you look in this dress," He whispers into her ear causing a warm chill to run down her spine, "I can't wait to rip it off."

A scarlet red blush creeps onto her cheeks, biting her bottom lip in comfort Y/N stands on her tip toes to lean in closer to his ear; "What makes you think I'll let you." Y/N pulls him onto the ballroom floor, throwing his hands on the small of her back as the two sway to the music played by the orchestra. "I should be mad at you; you left me all by myself Zuzu. After you promised you'd stay with me all night." She cooed into his ear, reprimanding him of his broken promise. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, twirling her to the music.

"Well then, let me make it up to you. Besides, you made friends at least."

Y/N shrugs, "You're right, but Zuzu I wanted to spend more time with you."

His hands grasps at her hips, pulling her in close. "Then we can spend the rest of the night together, in bed." He says suggestively, Y/N pretends to think, wondering if she could drag this conversation on longer. He sure was persistent, a small giggle escapes her lips, she places a small peck onto his lips.

"And why don't we spend time together, here? After all we are the hosts, right Zuzu?"

Izuku chases her lips fighting back the urge to nibble her ear in plain sight - she was toying with his emotions.

"I don't need an audience to watch me fuck my wife," He growls in anticipation - He can already tell he has an effect of her. Her movements to the music still and her demeanor slightly changes, her eyes grow dark. Izuku has Y/N right where he wanted her; but preferable he'd rather have her underneath him. Izuku cheekily leans back into her ear, "Just know I'm gonna fuck your brains out after tonight."

***

The two run hand in hand down the hallway to their bedroom, laughing the entire way down until they finally reach the door. Izuku nearly breaks the door down before slamming it shut behind him, his hand moves forward to cup her cheeks, pulling her in for a deep searing kiss.

Y/N moans in delight when he has her back against the door, her hands pull at his dark curly locks as his tongue explores her mouth, "I want you," she managed to pant between each kiss, falling in complete bliss as his lips trail down from the corner of her lips and down her throat; latching onto her collarbone.

"Izuku,"

"Patience."

Groaning in annoyance, she rubs her thighs together to ease the growing ache between them. With her fingers entangled between his locks she pulls him off her neck, revealing the small bruises and bite marks he left behind. His hands roam all throughout her body, squeezing, pulling, grasping. "This is getting in the way," he groans as he tugs on the fabric of her dress, biting his lip she mumbles, "Then take it off."

"Yes ma'am." He chuckles, turning her around untying the strings to loosening the corset, his lips hungrily latch to the back of her neck. "Izuku!" She whines, "Hurry up!" He pulls off her dress, ripping the back into shreds, twisting her back around. Y/N hops into his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carries her off to their bed.

His hands fiddle with the waistline of her panties, playing with the lace material between his fingers - gently pressing her down into the mattress. She whines beneath him, watching as he trails down her body, his lips leave trails of tiny bruises and saliva down her chest. Placing two bite marks just above her breasts, eyeing the lace white bra she wore. His eyes plead for her to take it off, "Please daring." His dark green eyes bore into her E/C ones, "Please," Nodding, Y/N arches her back unclipping the hooks off her back and tossing it onto floor.

His lips attach onto her hardened nipple, the pleasure of his warm mouth against her breast seizes her. Her fingers curl through his hair pulling him closer towards her chest, his hands placed firmly over her hips as he traveled down the valley between her breast and onto her belly, placing soft lips against the soft skin of her naval. She giggles at his gentleness - still not used to the feeling of his roaming hands. He stops just above the waist band of her panties, eyeing her down as he kisses her through the fabric. Sending waves of pleasure throughout her body - the warmth surrounds her like a burning fire.

Fingers curling over the fabric, pulling them down slowly.

"Don't tease."

Izuku's head ducks down to her inner thighs, biting and sucking against the soft skin, he smiles, "I'll take as long as I want," he kisses all along her legs, his hands wrap around her ankles pulling her closer as he slowly slides down her panties, throwing it off to side. Izuku licks a long strip against her aching core, moaning into her folds and sucking against her aching clit.

Y/N pulls against the roots of his hair, he lets out a low groan - the vibrations only making her shiver. "Fuck.." Y/N throws her head back, massaging Izuku's scalp with her fingers, a series of "please" and "yeses" string past her lips - her volume only increases with his speed. Dark green emerald eyes lock with her hazy half lidded orbs, "Darling, you have to be more quiet. Or else they'll hear us."

Was that necessarily a bad things? If people heard?

Y/N covers her mouth with her palm, one hand grasping at the sheet for some kind support and the other holding back the increasingly loud moans from her vocal cords ripping out into a soft harmony with his grunts.

"Oh fuck," Izuku suddenly plunges two finger deep inside, pumping in and out of her tight hole, licking at her sweet folds and sucking hard on her clit. Increasing his speed, a hot coil of pleasure overtakes her core, legs shaking, he drinks up all her juices. He smirks, leaning back to admire the mess he made, "Perfect." Y/N's quick to cross her legs - suddenly left feeling insecure as his hungry eyes wonders all along her. Her hands cover her breasts.

"Woah, don't cover up." Izuku leans in to uncover her chest, pressing a small kiss to her temple. His hands go to unbutton his shirt, throwing off his royal tunic and off his white long sleeved undershirt. Y/N props her self up with her elbows - biting her bottom lip, chewing in anticipation. Unbuttoning his pants, Y/N points towards his large bulge - arching a brow sheepishly at her husband, "Do y-you want me to help you with that?"

Nodding his head no, he gently presses her down shimmying out his pants. "Tonight's about you." His lips connect with hers in a heated passionate kiss, his strong hands wrap around her ankles - throwing her legs over his shoulders positioning himself in front of her entrance. "Please?" He asks, eyes begging to be let in.

"Yes, please."

Her husband pushes himself into her tight aching hole a small moan escape's past her lips. Her head cradled by two strong arms; his thrusts start out slow as he bottoms himself out into his wife, rocking back and forth with his hips. Moaning out into her lips.

Mimicking one another's pace, Y/N claws away at his back. Nails digging into his skin, creating crescent shaped marks and long red lines being scraped into his skin.

Izuku lays in forehead against her shoulder blades, kissing and napping away at her skin, groaning from the hot painful marks on his back.

"Zuku.." She moans clinging onto his back for support, his arm shoots up to the bed frame rocking his hips harder into hers, hitting perfectly at her g-spot. A silent scream forms from her lips, whimpering beneath him at his quickened pace.

Pounding Y/N into the mattress he mutters, "I love you."

Y/N is moaning mess as Izuku moves her hiked up leg over his shoulder slinging it over his waist, hitting a whole new angle her nails dig into the flesh of his back even deeper, penetrate the skin and drawing blood. Throwing his head back groaning at the pain he pumps in faster, plunging deeper into her hitting a new angle. Her mouth forms an 'O', arching her back from the mattress Izuku presses his weight onto her increasing his speed hitting her in all the right places.

His tight grip to the bed frame loosens to fall beside her head, encasing her with two muscular forearms - it's not long until she feels a hot twist in her core moaning for him to slow down with a hand pressed down to his abdomen. "I-I'm gonna-"

"M-me too." Izuku pants, his trusts turning sloppy and faster. Y/N's vision blurs as the coil releases with a small "Please" - and not long after that Izuku collapses on top of her.

The both a panting mess with stupid smile pained on their lips, a doopy look in Y/N eyes as she smiles towards the ceiling while Izuku chuckles - pressing his forehead onto hers before rolling onto his side. A breathless giggle escapes past her lips, Y/N turns to her side propping her head up with her palm using her other hand to pull up the covers she sighs in content, "I love you, you know that right?"

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

Izuku pulls her in by the waist smiling as he lays into her chest, "sometimes I feel like my hearts gonna burst, that how much I love you."

Y/N rakes her fingers through the messy curly green locks , thumbing away the sections that stuck to his forehead nuzzling her chin on top his head; maybe she was lucky. Luck was always a possibility for her but one thing she was certain was the pure happiness she was blessed with.

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: Firefly’s Glow - Part 8/?

Chapter 1: Part 1 | Part 2 Chapter 2: Part 3 | Part 4   Chapter 3: Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 Chapter 4: Part 8  You are Here From the Beginning: FF | AO3 Summary: Imprisoned by the Hood, Gordon dreams of his oldest brother and of fireflies - but of course the Hood had to steal that memory too, in addition to his baldric, his boots, and Virgil’s face. What else could he possibly steal? He discovers the answer is quite a bit, and Gordon has to learn to navigate his new world, its new dangers, and the overbearing presence of his brothers’ desire to help what they can’t fix. This part ~  1.2K words – the sky, the stars, and the sea (or: Scott and John take care of Gordon) TW: Thunderstorms for this part, and slight drinking.  Thanks to @godsliltippy​ for the read through.  -----

Rain trailed down the villa’s windows with a steady pitter-patter as intermittently the grey sky growled with a fervent rumble in the distance. There was a difference to the way a storm sounded, striking instead a blanket of leafy, green canopy as opposed to the plains of their Kansas home – and this time it was joined in its chorus with the tossing of the sea waves upon the sandy beaches and rocky alcoves of Tracy Island.

Muted through the windowpanes it was, but Scott was listening for it. It was the sound of life-giving water returning to its home. Sky to sea. Eventually sea to sky, and back again.

The cycle helped him breathe through the weight in his chest.

The figurative one. Gordon was hardly heavy at the moment, more a feather’s breath sleeping soundly on the pillow his torso provided, rising up and lowering down with the motion of his lungs.

There was a reason Scott kept his breaths steady.

He pressed at the space between his eyes, where his nose met his aching head. Though the slumbering form shifted at the movement, Gordon did not wake. Despite the circumstances, he couldn’t help but smile fondly down at the figure curled on top of him and the childish googly-eyed smiley face that grinned at him on the camo shirt above where Gordon’s injured right arm was sprawled over his belly.

The doll clothes had been John’s idea. After a quick net search by EOS, some call outs from the Space Elevator on John’s way to the Island, and finally a quick pallet pick up from the brand’s warehouse in Thunderbird 1 on Scott’s way home, they were now owners of a pallet of 6-inch dolls of randomized styles.

It had been easiest and quickest to buy them in bulk, and the clothes weren’t sold separately. They’d have some doll toys they could keep in Thunderbird 2 for future rescues when all this was over, and the rest could be donated to the children’s hospital on the mainland. But in the meantime, Gordon had picked a few pieces to wear, and the first order of business had been for his brothers to pry the damn dolls out of their packaging so they could get to the clothes, which were either pull over or Velcro.

Even with doll proportions where a good chunk of the size came from the large, non-anatomically correct heads, the apparel was still slightly oversized on their brother.

“How is he?”  came John’s patient, dulcet tone from around the corner, clasping two half-full glasses of amber and raising an inquiring eye when he realized Scott was in fact not at their dad’s desk where he left him, but lying on the couch propped up slightly on one arm and with his long legs propped over the other.

“Exhausted,” Scott answered thickly, his voice low. “We were just going to rest a moment.”

And they’d needed it. Debrief had been…. Hard.

They’d made it through the details of the original rescue in the standard amount of time and dreaded the next part, though no one expected Gordon to flat out refuse to talk until Virgil left.

Virgil had paled at the statement, argued for Gordon to let him help until he was hoarse with it. And Gordon just shook his head. In the end, Scott agreed that they should do as Gordon asked, because he could feel how tightly Gordon was pulling at his collar.

Scott hated that look of betrayal in Virgil’s eyes as he stormed off, the “fine” breaking off with a brittle catch of air. He’d wanted to follow Grandma and Alan to make sure he was okay, but Gordon needed him.

And though he hadn’t understood it at the time, he did now.

His heart ached for Gordon.

It ached for Virgil too. He was going to be devastated.

“Hey, Scott. You with me?” John asked with a swirl of the glass, the ice clinking against the side. He gently nudged Scott’s legs back as he sat down on the edge of the couch. “Figured we both could use one of these after that.”

Scott hummed in agreement. Once Gordon had felt comfortable with just Scott and John in the room, the story had come tumbling out. Every painful and cruel detail.

He accepted the glass and shifted up just a bit to give John slightly more room. It was a more comfortable position for sipping, but not so far propped up that Gordon would start to slide. Just in case, he also rested his left arm across his stomach so he could support him if he did.

A crackle lit up the sky for a moment, and the cool burn of whiskey slid down his throat. “Helluva day,” he whispered, his breath heavy.

John nodded, brushing back the ginger hair that fell into his face. “We can fix this, Scott,” he stated, gaze sharp as emerald green abandoned the copper inside his glass to meet weary blue. “Kayo’s out pursuing leads, and I have EOS looking. We’ll figure this out.”

Scott watched a bead of condensation cling to his glass, much slower in its run through the cycle than its raindrop cousins outside. He rubbed it gently with his thumb, which came back wet while the glass appeared silkier, smoother and yet when he looked at the world through it, everything distorted in angled amber.

John coughed, then cleared his throat. “So, I had to tell Grandma.”

Scott frowned at him. “You heard what he said.” Gordon hadn’t wanted anyone else to know.

“Right,” John scoffed. “Have you ever seen Grandma take no for an answer? She cornered me on the way to the restroom. She said she gets it. She won’t reveal anything until Gordon’s ready. But Virgil’s really hurt.”

He knew that and despised that this was something big brothers couldn’t just put a bandage on and fix. “I don’t like having to keep this from him.”

“No one does,” John agreed, “but we have to trust in Gordon. It’s what he wants. For now.”

Outside the thunder clapped, the storm closing in on the villa with a rush of rain. Even after all this time, even with listening so intently to the storm build, the volume took him by surprise. Despite the exercises, there were times – too often than he’d like to admit – that thunder didn’t sound like thunder.

Air caught, just for a moment in Scott’s lungs. He forced the fear back down with a mouthful of fire, listened to the rain, focused on the cycles.

Above his fluttering heart, Gordon stirred. “Why,” he mumbled, “...th’boat stop?” He blinked groggily up at the ceiling, at John then Scott. “Oh.”

“Go back to sleep, Gordon,” John encouraged. “Sorry we woke you.”

“‘S’ok.” Gordon tapped to get his attention, and Scott looked down at the pressure, meeting small, but just as equally determined brown eyes. “Hey. Jus’ a storm.”

“I know, Gordo,” Scott whispered. “Sleep.”

Agreement was muffled into his shirt and faded quickly as the tiny grip went slack.

Eventually glasses were emptied, refilled, and finally abandoned as the storm blew through. And finally, when Scott’s lids lowered, John cleaned up and took over at their father’s desk to pick up the reports where Scott left off, keeping a watchful eye on his brothers as always.

[angstyclowns]

....dragon pair hizashi and and shouta find a cute little omega stumbling onto their hoards? Since you wanted dragon au? Also! I love you're writing!!!

YES. Also thanks alot! Y’all so so sweet and good to me.

Also again: @plainbrunettelbl is responsible for the dragon au.

Poly! Dragon! Erasermic X omega! Reader

You were lost.

plain and simple. 

You were chasing a small doe that caught your attention, even seemingly wanting to play

but you tripped on a stupid tree root

and lost the deer. 

You were more upset about loosing your new friend then your bummed knee. 

Blood dripped steadily down the wound, not fully catching your attention until you tried to stand. 

Yea, that didn’t work out. 

The minute you put any weight on it, you let out a loud chirp as you immediately were back down. 

Looking down, you swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth before chirping again. 

But you shut your mouth at the loud roar that rang around you. 

It just hit you now that you were in dragon territory.

You were dead. 

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. 

You omega whined at the thought.

You never got the white picket fence life! You never had any pups, no family and no alpha!

Biting down another chirp, you let out a sigh before ripping off the sleeve of your dress, tying it around your knee before weakly standing. 

There was a nearby cave that seemed too low for any dragons to take refuge in, so you set your sights there.

When you did get there, you chirped loudly before you could stop it, a massive horde sitting in front of you. 

Your shock made you stumble back, falling on your tailbone as you whined. 

If you weren’t dead before, you sure are now.

There was enough gold here for two dragons!

You slowly began etching backwards only to pause as you backed into what you assumed was a wall.

Until it began moving, smoke bellowing around you. 

Looking up, you chirped loudly at the obsidian scales and red eyes glaring right back at you. 

You tried getting back up but your knee gave out as you collapsed again.

You then fell into fetal position, hoping you death was quick and as painless as possible.

A warm hand was soon placed on your shoulder, forcing you to peek up, a blond male smiling in front of you, green eyes glimmering almost as brightly as the emeralds behind you. 

“It’s okay, omega, Shouta is all bark and no bite.” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t control what you did next, your omega pushing you forward and into his arms. 

He only chuckled again before lifting you up and bringing you to an almost nest of soft pelts. 

A raven then came up to you, onyx eyes watching your every move before he moved to your injured knee. 

It didn’t take very long before you were bandaged as good as new, Shouta- you were guessing- taking the bloody remnants of your dress sleeve who knows where.

“You took quite a fall.” Shouta started, his voice gruff as he sat beside you, watching in interest as you didn’t shy away, only moving in closer as you hummed.

“I was chasing a deer.”

He snorted a chuckled before stretching and getting up once more. 

“Then you must be hungry, come on, Hizashi and I have some leftovers you can have. Your in no shape to go back home so you can stay with us for now.” 

You chirped happily before trying to follow him, only to start falling forward as your knee gave out once more. 

This time though, you had two alphas there to catch you.

***

***

You laughed softly to yourself at the memory of your first meeting with you alphas, absentmindedly rubbing your swollen belly with a far away glance. 

“What’s got you so happy?” Hizashi hummed happily, climbing into your nest with you, Shouta going to the other side. 

He said nothing, only pulling you closer to himself before settling down for a nap. 

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how I never did catch that deer.”

[niphredil-14]

Homicidal Liu X Reader -- Stars

Hello again, darlings! I am writing another Creepypasta piece, and would love if you would send in some requests. As I am feeling very inspired for Creepypasta at the moment, CP related requests will take precedence. Please don’t send in anything other than platonic for Sally. I will not, under any circumstances, write pedophilia. 

WARNING: MANSION AU

Tagging: @creepy-babes

Homicidal Liu X Reader -- Stars

I have never been particularly good at sleeping. My nights have always consisted of me drifting in and out of consciousness, without ever really falling into a deep slumber. However, to further my dismay, on the few occasions that I do manage to fall asleep, I would be awoken by night terrors, which only prolonged my suffering through exhaustion. This caused not only a feeling of uneasiness and restlessness, but also newfound guilt after Slender had informed us that we were all to share a room with one other pasta, due to the fact that there were too many of us and not enough rooms. I felt bad that I might, even unintentionally, affect one of my friends. Not all of us get along very well, some of us are even out to kill one another, but for some odd reason, that didn’t prevent me from seeing the other residents as a family. An odd, mismatched, demented family, no doubt, but a family nonetheless.  My ceiling was looking particularly plain that night, and I had managed to time the drumming of my fingers on my stomach so that they each would have risen and fallen to tap my belly in-between each thrum of my heartbeat. My head lolled to the side, and my gaze fell across the room, landing on the figure soundly sleeping in the bed on the side of the room farthest from my own. Liu was always so kind to me, he was kind to everyone. All he ever wanted to do was help people, it was insane to me how he ended up how he did. With a soft sigh, my eyes fell closed for a mere moment before opening once more, and before I knew it, my feet were swinging over the edge of the bed and I was making my way towards the door. My journey, most likely to the kitchen or living room, was cut short as soon as I placed my hand upon the doorknob and heard a groggy voice call out my name. My body shifted to look behind me, where I found Liu gazing at me with half-closed eyes, propping himself up on one elbow, while his other arm was draped over his side. With the pale moonlight shining down on his tired face, it was easy to see just how perfectly and effortlessly his hair fell to frame his face, and how sharp his collarbone was when it was visible. The glow of the lights hanging in the dark sky above our window also revealed a beautifully soft, gentle dazzle in his emerald eyes; one that you wouldn’t expect from a killer. These observations, among many others, left me momentarily speechless; helpless to do anything but stare at the man before me. Liu gave me a small grin and asked, “Can’t sleep?” I exhaled quickly and shortly from my nose, a failed attempt at a chuckle, and slowly nodded.  “Yes, I rarely can.” The trace of a smile on the brunette’s face fell for a moment as he gazed at me in concern, before an ever brighter grin graced his stitched features. He threw the blanket off of him and stood up, joyfully telling me to, “Bundle up!” I tilted my head in confusion for a moment, watching as he pulled on pants atop his boxers, and began throwing on a shirt, before stopping to laugh in my direction. “Come on, hurry up!” He resumed getting dressed, sounding like a child who was going to sneak downstairs to wait for Santa Clause. Hesitantly, I followed his lead, pulling a sweatshirt over my head, and placing a light hat atop my head, successfully hiding my bedhead as well as warming myself. By the time I was putting my shoes on, Liu already had and was grabbing his monochromatic striped scarf from the post of his bed’s headboard. Once I stood up, he held a hand out to me. I looked at him quizzically, but found no trace of deception or trickery in his eyes, so hesitantly, I placed my hand in his, and though I may try to deny it, felt my face warm as his fingers laced with mine. The green-eyed man led me down the stairs, and past the kitchen, dining room, living room, and plenty of others as I was pulled through the foyer and outside of the manor.  “Liu?” I whispered into the crispy air. “Where are we going?” His pale face turned towards me, a glint in his eyes.  “You’ll see,” He whispered back. “It’s only a bit farther. We’re almost there.” His soothing voice provided me with as immeasurable an amount of reassurance as the warmth of his hand wrapped around my own.  The chirping of the cicadae mixed with the whispering of the wind against my reddened cheeks kept me alert despite the exhaustion that oppressed my body like weights. Even with the vulnerability of being out in the open, wild forest surrounding the manor, and the danger of whatever creatures may have been lurking in the darkness between the towering trees, I found myself unafraid. It puzzled me, my lack of fear, and as I was pulled along, I pondered it. Though I was unable to reach an answer before I felt myself bump into Liu’s back. I stumbled backwards, startled out of my thoughts, but was pulled back by Liu’s hand. “Careful,” he spoke softly, “There’s a root behind your foot.” Bashfully, I glanced back at my heel, only to realize that it was just barely touching a tree’s root, sprouting from the ground that would have easily tripped me in my daze. I let out a defeated hum and looked back at the man before me. His eyes captured mine for a moment before I looked over his shoulder to see that we had come to a clearing of trees on the arching side of a hill. The grass was tall, but not so much as to appear overgrown, and it was beautifully complimented by the flowers that sprouted throughout the field as well as the few tree stumps towards the edge, where the trees began to appear once more, almost like a wall. A beautiful, natural wall that encased a small slice of paradise. I had been unaware of the look of awe that graced my face at the gorgeous nighttime scene until Liu’s soft hand tapped the bottom of my chin and gently pushed upwards, closing my parted lips. “You’ll catch a fly if you keep gaping like that.” He said and pulled me along to the center of the field. Our footsteps slowed to a halt as we reached the middle of the glade. Liu lied down and beckoned for me to follow suit. I happily did, resting my body right beside his, mere centimeters of grass dividing us. I reached over and intertwined his fingers with my own. “It’s beautiful, Liu; thank you.” I whispered. He gave my hand a small squeeze and whispered back, “No problem. I always used to come out here when I couldn’t sleep or needed a quiet place to think. It’s nice to get to share it with you.” He turned his head to look at me, and I followed in suit, gazing into his green eyes. We stayed like that for a few moments; the silence, rather than being awkward, was serene and comfortable and before we knew it, our eyes were locked once again on the star-riddled sky. And like that we stayed until the horizon turned into a warm pink and we saw the sun rising up over the tree line.

[thegoldendemon]

META: KHADA JHIN

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    And there he was: svelte and muscling his way past the crowd that had begun, as always, to congeal under that red and white banner of one Ono’s Soup Stand, ignoring every matter of look and murmur until he had himself a seat. Now here was someone with a sense of choreograph for everything, from his pushing to his sitting and that to his waiting—glaring, really—for the head chef and his shaven head to poke out from the curtains such he might, with similar deliberation, ordain this meal.

    As for the chef? Well, now, if he didn’t barrel out a laugh.

    From the curtains were produced two bowls surely bottomless as they were slid down the counter, each to the delight of neighboring palates. Ono was radiant and beaming (certainly helped by the flare of light shining off his polished, bald head) as he suggested him with a grin and an elbow to the counter.

    “How glum you are!” he exclaimed. “Why, what’s a ya’tel like you with such a rotten face? Kaijn City is nothing if not bursting with delight! No matter! Tell me, tourist, what’s your name?”

    “That’s none of your business.”

    “Ha!” Ono clasped his belly; this ya’tel was clearly something else. “Sure, sure. Nothing is ever good Ono’s business. Until it is. You’d be surprised the things people tell me when they’re busy warning their hearts and stomachs with the best noodles on the whole island!”

    He fell silent before admitting, “I’m with the troupe.”

    “Ah… of course, the circus. Yes, the Madam has come to town, good Ono remembers now.” Ono considered the tourist. Surely the circusfolk were typically in better spirits than this, no? But suppose that he’s also got word of strange things happening whenever the Madam’s circus was in town. Weird tales about this or that, of disturbed spirits and even whole people gone missing. Maybe, Ono hypothesized, though he would never say, that they might be cursed.

    Hnh. Or maybe this tourist is just plain bizarre. Circus, remember.

    “You got the coin, ya’tel, you can order. But only once you’ve told good Ono your name!”

    A pause. “Is it necessary?… To eat?”

    “Of course! But basic politeness, ya’tel! Spare it!”

    “Then,” he said, “I am Khada Jhin.”

    Khada Jhin is the Golden Demon.

    The Devil of Jyom Pass. The Artisan Killer. Monster, murderer, artist—all circle back to Khada Jhin. But Khada Jhin, unlike the stories, is also a man. He is like you or I. Made of the same stuff. Of similar flesh and parts. So Khada Jhin may very well be the Golden Demon, but who is Khada Jhin?

    It, in his own words, was a great becoming.

    Once there was a boy who lived with a distant mother and intolerable father in a hamlet in the mountains of Zhyun now forgotten. A former mining town for the emerald trade that experienced some prosperity in earlier generations, then the deposits dried up and most abandoned it before the season’s end. That was thirty years ago. His father’s family insisted on staying because they had no horse in the race, though the boy might argue what they had was far worse: a dojo.

    No such place stands today.

    He didn’t have purpose yet, Khada Jhin would say. The boy was endlessly frustrated, forced into training for a legacy he didn’t want nor did he understand what he did want. A creative, yes, but one unable to be satisfied completely by charcoals or acrylics. For him, art was ever demanding yet ever unfulfilling. What’s a boy to do?

    See the circus, of course.

    There he saw what it was that was missing—life. Momentum. Where canvas was silent, these people sung, danced, told unbelievable stories through song and motion. Each building up to a climax where it would all coalesce into beautiful, sweet payoff. The boy wondered, philosophically speaking, that if these actors took on characters, then what of them? Did these characters not, spiritually at least, live just to die as soon as the curtains were called? And what a magnificent dying…

    Khada Jhin. In the Zhyun dialect of Ionian, Golden Excellence. Not the most inspired for meaning, true, but was he not a boy? What mattered is that it had heart.

    Almost too much.

    Despite new dreams in the theater, the boy continued to paint and sometimes entertain the demands of his father, though that too died down when a Wuju enclave was established in town and deprived the dojo of its last remaining students, too. His mother he hardly saw. He came to the conclusion that it was not just characters who lived just to die, but people, too. He was reminded of his father’s mother, a shrunken old woman, who went into the dying with such misery that it sickened him. What was the point of living, then, if one was going to die so undignified and ugly? Just to be a plot of dirt? Death could be so much more than that!

    And, with time, Khada Jhin would show us just what that boy meant.