#Red Coral ring

[abhinavjeweller]

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[shivisaxena501]

Passionate Hues: Red Coral Jewelry for Every Occasion

Get in touch with your passionate self and explore the vibrant Martian energy of Sagacia's Red Coral jewelry. These stunning jewelry pieces that feature bold, fiery hues of 100% natural and authentic red coral are made out of pure 925 sterling silver and finished with rhodium vermeil as well. As a gemstone that is well known for aligning the chakras and bringing healing to blood-related ailments, the red coral featured in our jewelry brings vitality and strength to the wearer. This gemstone jewelry is perfect for those who wish to add a striking statement to their look and captivate the audience around them. So, purchase the Sagacia Red Coral jewelry and feel the love for its passionate allure.

[imerian]

My (very old) loscar brooch (?) that i just now made doodles for

More pictures under cut

[happymiffy]

Red Coral Ring

[penguinonfire]

Ocean critters part 1 : aurora the octopus.

[the-crystal-blog-2]

Bottle of red coral chips 🍾🪸❤️

[sandeeprrb]

Red coral gemstones are known for their healing properties all over the world. Mars being the ruling planet, red coral helps its wearer with courage, strength, and willpower. Also known as Moonga, this red-colored stone is available at Rashi Ratan Bhagya at the best prices

[martian-astro10]

HOW THE FUCK DID I JUST NOW REALISE THAT..... people should stop wearing diamond rings, especially for marriage 😭. So many people keep on wearing diamond rings when they have a weak, afflicted or debilitated Venus, and that causes problems in their marriage, because wearing the gemstone of a planet that is weak in your chart is like, inviting an enemy to your house, now that is your enemy, so it'll obviously cause problems related to that thing and people just thoughtlessly wear it even when it's not good for them. Only wear diamond, if Venus is strong in your chart. This goes for emerald as well, if you have a weak, afflicted, or debilitated Mercury, then don't wear it. (That is why the Indian concept of mangalsutra is the best) also, the reason why in india gold is the only jewellery given as gifts.

My mom has a debilitated Jupiter, and this stupid astrologer told her to wear a yellow sapphire ring, and....yeah. It did not work well, so now she wears red coral and her business has been going so good, she makes so much profit.

[abhinavjeweller]

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PRODUCT DESCRIPTION: This 6.05 Red Coral gemstone is also called Rakta Prabal stone, Praval, Munga, or Moonga. Red Coral grows in the depth of the sea nearly 10 to 300 meters below the sea level as Coral Reef. These gemstones originate mainly from Italy, Japan, and Taiwan. This gemstone is available with various certifications which you can choose while purchasing from our website.

BENEFITS: • This gemstone is beneficial for mental and physical health • Gives positive energy to the wearer • Red Coral also helps to reduce rashness and anger • This stone helps enhance leadership qualities.

[astrocafecoffee]

How to groom yourself based on your rising sign …?? 💫

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Note : inspired by ANITA SIRENE YouTube post. I included some of her points here. Rest is mine.

Aries ascendant ❣️

Hello Aries rising babies.. let's go !

Hair: Go bold or go home! Try a fiery red hair color (even if it's just a temporary pop of color) and style those locks with some serious attitude. Think choppy layers or a sleek, angular bob that frames that gorgeous face of yours.

Face: Emphasize that natural glow with a lightweight foundation and a subtle highlighter on your cheekbones, nose, and cupid's bow. Make those eyes pop with bold eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. And don't forget to groom those brows - angular and framed is the way to go!

Makeup: Lip color? Go bold red or coral! Blush? Subtle peachy or pink shade. You got this!

Style: Edgy, statement pieces are your jam! Think leather jackets, bold patterned shirts, or distressed denim. And don't forget to add a bold, eye-catching accessory like a chunky necklace or statement watch. Basically masculine style will fit you best. Try red, yellow or orange dresses with minimal patterns.

Taurus ascendant ❣️

Hello! Taurus rising babies 💗

Hair: You guys are all about looking polished and put-together, so go for a sleek blowout or a fancy updo. And don't be afraid to add some subtle layers to frame that gorgeous face of yours! Earthy tones are your jam, so think chestnut, caramel, or honey - they'll complement your Taurus vibe perfectly.

Face:You guys are all about that natural glow, so keep your skincare routine on point and use a foundation that enhances your complexion without looking too done-up. eyeshadow - earthy shades like terracotta, sienna, or moss will make your eyes pop! Eyeliner? Keep it subtle, soft, and brown. Mascara? Go for a lengthening formula that makes your lashes look like a million bucks! And brows? Groomed and full, please!

Makeup : Now, let's talk makeup... Lip color? Go bold with a rich shade like plum, burgundy, or a deep berry color. Blush? Soft peach or dusty rose, all the way!

Style: Style-wise, you guys are all about luxury and sophistication.Try cowboy/cowgirl theme aesthetic. Invest in quality pieces that'll last a lifetime, like cashmere sweaters, tailored trousers, or a classic leather jacket. And don't forget to add a statement piece of jewelry, like a bold cocktail ring or a quality watch.

Gemini ascendant ❣️

Hey, Gemini Rising!

Let's start with your hair.

Hair:You guys are all about looking fresh and fabulous, so go for a style that's playful and versatile. Think choppy layers, subtle highlights, or a bold new color to match your adventurous vibe! And don't forget to add some texture with a styling cream or pomade - you want to look like you just rolled out of bed and still managed to look fabulous!

Face : You guys are all about expressing yourself, so don't be afraid to try new looks and take risks! Keep your skincare routine on point and use a foundation that matches your skin tone.,,eyeshadow - bold, bright shades like blue, green, or yellow will make your eyes pop! Eyeliner-Go for a subtle cat eye or a bold graphic look. Mascara? Make those lashes pop with a volumizing formula!

Makeup: makeup wise, Lip color? Go bold with a bright shade like coral, pink, or orange. Blush? Soft peach or dusty rose, all the way!

Style: you guys are all about mixing and matching. Try academia looks, it will look good on you. Pair bold prints with neutral basics, or try a statement piece like a bright scarf or a fun hat.

Cancer ascendant ❣️

Hey Cancer Rising! let's go babies.

Hair : You guys are all about easy, breezy styles that look like you just rolled out of bed (in a good way, obvi). Think soft layers, relaxed updos, or a nourishing hair mask to keep your locks looking luscious.

Face : You're all about glowing from within, so keep your skincare routine gentle and nourishing. Use a foundation that complements your skin tone, and don't be afraid to add a soft, shimmery eyeshadow to make your eyes sparkle. Think light brown, pink, or peach - soft and pretty!

Makeup : Makeup-wise, go for soft, inviting lip colors like rose, peach, or pale coral. And don't forget to add a soft pink or dusty rose blush to give your cheeks a healthy, rosy glow.

Style: you guys are all about comfort and elegance. Think soft basics, cozy cardigans, and flowy dresses that make you feel like a queen. And tbh don't ever try the dark feminine aesthetic, I think it will not suit you the best.

Leo ascendant ❣️

Hey there, Leo Rising babies! Leshh go!

Hair: You guys are all about making a statement, right? Go for a bold, fierce style that's full of volume and texture. Think subtle layers or a sleek updo that shows off that radiant smile of yours!

Face : You guys are all about glowing up, and I am HERE. FOR. IT! Focus on enhancing your natural beauty with a fierce skincare routine and a foundation that matches your skin tone. And don't be afraid to add some drama with bold, shimmery eyeshadow in shades like gold, bronze, or copper.

Make up : Makeup-wise, you guys are all about making a statement! Go bold with a bright lip color like red, coral, or orange. And add some soft peach or dusty rose blush for a radiant glow that's totally on point.

Style: you guys are all about making an entrance! Pair bold basics with statement accessories and shoes that make you feel like a queen. And don't forget to add some drama with a statement piece like a bold scarf or a fun hat.

Virgo ascendant ❣️

Hello Virgo rising babies! Let's dive in ..

Hair: Go for sleek and polished styles that show off your attention to detail. Try smooth blowouts, precise cuts, and a hint of subtle layers.

Face: Take care of your skin with a consistent skincare routine and find a foundation that matches your skin tone. Add a touch of eyeshadow to enhance your natural beauty. Also pay attention to details like waxing your brows, trimming your nails. Take care of your skin by getting enough sleep and staying hydrated.

Makeup: Keep it natural and effortless with light foundation, defined brows, and a swipe of mascara. You want to look like yourself, just a little bit enhanced! Don't try dark themes that's all.

Style: Pair classic pieces with statement accessories and shoes that add a touch of sophistication. Mix and match textures and patterns to keep things interesting.Try light feminine looks. Experiment with different styles until you find what works best for you.

Libra ascendant ❣️

Hi,Libra Rising babies.lets see ,

Hair:Go for styles that are balanced and harmonious, like effortless waves or subtle layers.Avoid extreme lengths or volumes.Try a relaxed, natural look that frames your face and complements your features.

Face: enhance your natural beauty with a consistent skin care routine that includes exfoliating, moisturizing and protecting your skin.Find a foundation that maches your skin tone,provides light to medium coverage.Add a touch of elegance with subtle eyeshadow , defined brows and a swipe of mascara.

Makeup:Keep it classy and sophisticated with light to medium coverage foundation, subtle blush, and defined lashes.Avoid bold or bright colors.Try a soft, natural lip color that complements your skin tone.

Style: Pair classic pieces with stylish accessories and shoes that add a touch of glamour. Mix and match textures and patterns to create a look that's both elegant and eclectic. Avoid over-accessorizing , you want to look polished, not cluttered.

Scorpio ascendant ❣️

Hi, Scorpio Rising peoples.

Let's talk about your hair first.

Hair:Go for styles that are edgy and intense, like bold cuts or dark colors. Emphasize your eyes with fringe (or bangs) that create a mysterious vibe. Try a sleek, low ponytail or a messy, undone look. I know you want to look more mysterious 🙂.

Face:Try some skin care obv.You are all about dark aesthetic.Add depth to your eyes with bold eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and voluminous lashes.

Makeup:Keep it dramatic and intense with bold lip colors.Emphasize your features with contouring and highlighting.( Maddy from euphoria, look at her aesthetic)

Style:Pair dark, bold pieces with statement accessories and shoes that add an edgy touch.Mix and match textures and patterns to create a look that's both intense and intriguing. Try vampire aesthetic.

Sagittarius ascendent ❣️

Hellooo, Sagittarius Ascendant!

Hair:Try a longer, layered cut that frames your face and adds movement to your locks.Emphasize your natural texture with a sea salt spray or texturizing cream.Avoid too much heat styling - you want to look effortless, not overdone.

Face:Exfoliate regularly to keep your skin looking bright and radiant.Use a lightweight foundation that matches your skin tone and provides sheer coverage.Define your brows with a brow gel or pomade for a polished look.

Makeup:Add a pop of color to your look with a bold blush or eyeshadow shade.Try a metallic or shimmer finish to give your eyes a celestial sparkle.Keep your lips soft and hydrated with a nourishing lip balm. also yeah, witchy look will fit good on you.

Style:Pair comfortable, flowy pieces with statement accessories that add a touch of adventure to your look.Mix and match patterns and textures to create a look that's both eclectic and sophisticated. As, Sagittarius relates with teacher theme, so try academia/ teacher aesthetic.

Capricorn ascendant ❣️

Huii, huiii Capricorn Rising! Let's see,

Hair:Try a side part and a sleek, low ponytail to showcase your disciplined style.Use a hair straightener or flat iron to add a touch of sophistication to your look.Avoid too much volume or texture - you want to look polished, not puffy.

Face:Emphasize your natural features with a highlighter or illuminator. Define your eyes with a precise brow shape and a swipe of mascara. Keep your skin looking smooth and refined with a consistent skincare routine.

Makeup:Go for a natural, effortless look with light to medium coverage foundation.Add a touch of warmth with a subtle bronzer or blush. Define your lips with a precise lip liner and gloss.

Style:Mix and match textures and patterns to create a look that's both sophisticated and interesting.Pay attention to details, Try elegant accessories, make sure your clothes are pressed, your shoes are polished, and your accessories are tasteful. Try vintage style aesthetic.

Aquarius ascendant ❣️

Hoii, Aquarius Ascendant! Let's see,

Hair: Add some rebellious volume with a texturizing spray.Emphasize your eyes with a bold, swooping fringe.Try a bold, bright hair color to match your vibrant personality.

Face:Highlight your best features with a radiant highlighter.Define your brows with a bold, angular shape.Add a pop of color with a vibrant lip shade. Indeed, the weirder the better 😂

Makeup:Go for a bold, graphic look with black eyeliner and bright eyeshadow. Add some drama with false lashes or individual lashes.Try a bold, bright lip color to make a statement.

Style:Pair bold, statement pieces with comfortable, laid-back essentials.Mix and match patterns and textures to create a look that's both quirky and chic.Don't be afraid to take risks and try new things. Nerdy aesthetic, alien type aesthetic will suit you.

Pisces ascendant ❣️

Hola,Pisces Rising!

Hair:Add some ethereal waves with a curling iron or wand.Emphasize your dreamy eyes with a soft, wispy fringe.Try a pastel hair color to match your soft, romantic vibe.

Face:Highlight your best features with a subtle, shimmering highlighter. Define your brows with a soft, natural shape.Add a touch of magic with a shimmery eyeshadow or lip gloss.

Makeup:Go for a soft, romantic look with light, natural shades. Ethereal look like , try mythical aesthetic or look at cosplayers. That type of make-up will suit you the best.

Style:Pair flowy, feminine pieces with comfortable, laid-back essentials. Mix and match soft textures and pastel colors to create a look that's both dreamy and chic.Don't be afraid to add some quirky, bohemian touches.

Thanks for reading ✨

-PIKO 💖

[mochinomnoms]

Riddle + Yuu’s telepathy for an hour+ Floyd next to him= Why is Riddle looking like he is about to have another Ob?

He now know Floyd is into him, more wild if Floyd has the same 18+ thoughts as Jade. Riddle’s hair is becoming white and his cheeks go as red as his hair because Floyd is also thinking of the most domestic scenarios with him.

He can’t catch a fucking break.

Worse if Yuu and Jade are there. Holy fuck Riddle will die.

When you begged Riddle to let you test your new power and transfer your telepathy over for just a class period, he was just trying to be a good friend.

And he was mildly curious how your mind reading powers worked. He was under the assumption that you had to choose a specific person and listen into their thoughts for it to work. Which made your predicament with Jade all the more humorous to him. If you were so bothered by it all, then why did you listen in?

My cute little Riddle~ Aaaah, you're so bright. So red. I love your red hair, your red cheeks when your mad. Should I call you Goldfishie again? To piss you off? So you can yell at me with those pretty gray eyes and voice? Aha, maybe I should~

I think I should beg for the Prefect's forgiveness after this. I am so, so sorry. I didn't realize how bad it was.

Riddle had no clue how you handled the influx of noise, color, and feeling bashing into your head all day. It was like having a horn ringing straight into his ear while a truck's headlights flashed right in his eyes.

Even worse than that? He could make out the singular, most irritating noise, louder than the rest.

My little goldfish, my little tyrant, my little Riddle~

The bane of his existence. The enforcer of Octavinelle. Currently, the third-tallest student at Night Raven College.

"Uh, Riddle?"

Riddle took a deep breath, closing his eyes and turning towards Silver with a polite smile.

"Yes, Silver?"

Silver opened his mouth, closed it again as he paused, and opened it again.

"Are you alright?"

Cute little goldfish~ So bright and red~

"Yes." Riddle ignored the heat pooling under his face. "Why do you ask?"

"You're incredibly red right now. I think even your hair looks pink compared to your face."

Riddle made a strangled sounding noise as he buried his head into his arms and hid against the desk.

"Riddle?" Silver sounded concerned, and Riddle could sense his hands hovering over him, like he wasn't sure if Riddle needed a pat on the back, or to be left alone.

"I'm fine, I just need a moment—"

"Little Goldfishie~"

Riddle bolted up, his head nearly smacking against Floyd's chin based on the way the teal-haired man felt backwards.

"Wow! Cool it Goldfishie!" Aw, he's so cute! "Just tryin' to say hi~"

The image of himself in Floyd's arms and lap, nuzzled up against each other as the other contentedly played with his hands flashed in his head.

My goldfishie! My little red tyrant! My Riddle! Mine, mine mineminemineminemine—

"NO I'M NOT!"

The room went silent, everyone looking over at the group of three. Noticing that Riddle and Floyd were interacting, everyone shrugged and resumed their conversations after a moment.

"Uh, what?" Floyd looked and sounded confused. Now that Riddle was paying attention to him though, he could make out a soft look in his eye.

Aw, are you red 'cause you're sick? Is my mean little mate sick?

Mate? Mate?! MATE! OH GODS NO!

Do I gotta take you to the nurse? I can do it! Anything for my future mate! Aha~ I love my mate, I'll take such good care of you.

Riddle was met with another image of Floyd and himself in another...sweet scenario. One where Floyd was watching him sleep in with one of the most tender looks Riddle had ever imagined on Floyd's face. As he slept, Floyd played with the coral colored ring on his left ring finger.

"Nothing! It's nothing! I'm fine!" Riddle scrambled out of his chair, face still warm and his stomach nauseous.

"I think I'm just feeling a bit feverish, I think I will step out for a bit—"

"You want someone to take ya to the nurse?" Floyd asked, while Silver nodded along. "I can take ya, come on Lil' Goldfishie—"

"I DON'T NEED AN ESCORT!" Riddle shut his mouth as soon as he opened it, some of the other students giving him a look for his volume.

Aw what, come on! Floyd frowned, though it breifly was hidden by one of Floyd's lazy smiles as he shrugged.

"Whatever you say~" Floyd cooed, his eyes following Riddle as he rushed out of the classroom. Riddle could feel his entire body heating up, like Floyd knew that he knew.

Once he was out of the classroom, he near bolted to the nearest bathroom. Locking the door behind him, Riddle turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He was indeed his characteristic shade of red. Instead of his usual angry expression, though, was one of fluster and breathlessness.

Riddle let out a small, high-pitched whimper as he turned for the faucet for some cold water, splashing it on his face. He looked up at the mirror again, cheeks still bright red, and let out a whine.

I will never make light of you again, Prefect, I promise.

[deansapplepie]

Do I look like I wanna laugh?

Summary: In years of marriage you had never worn a sexy lingerie to your husband. What happens when you do?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: detailed description of lingerie on your body (no body description), talks about sex, smut, Dom! Daryl or a terrible tentative of, dirty talk, knife play if you squint, fingering, mirror sex, swearing, pet names, use of the word slut very affectionately, p in v, unprotected sex (use protection kids), creampie. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+.

A/N: FINALLY FINISHED IT AFTER ALMOST A MONTH WRITING! There’s a warning for knife play, but it actually isn’t, the knife is just used to cut something and it’s not reader.

You had gone on a run with Rosita and Maggie, try to find some supplies, hopefully some new clothes and that’s how you ended up with the girls looking for some lingerie. You had never had this kind of underwear, you normally wore the comfortable ones, the more practical… when you were younger you’d not have them because you were afraid if tour parents saw them they would think you were having sex. Your father would probably freak out and your mother would tease you for the rest of your life. When you left home… well then you preferred your comfort, and nothing is more comfortable than some sports bra and cotton panties.

You had a cute set on your hands, a baby blue all lacy and full of bows. It was cute and the color reminded you of his eyes. “I don’t know Rosi, I’m not used to wearing this. And it’s not practical when we are always running from walkers.” You said, Rosita and Maggie were trying to convince you to get some sets for you. They dragged you from the section you were before and were practically throwing the cute, revealing and sensual sets on you.

“You’re not supposed to use them to fight walkers. Although… I think Daryl would find it sexy if you did.” Maggie grinned, she knew how you could get all flushed and shy when the talk was about sex or any sensual thing.

“Maggie!” You reprehended your friend. “I don’t think he likes those kind of things, I mean… he never said anything or complained.”

“We know he prefer you wearing nothing. Girl, we know you’re enthusiasts, we have ears, you know?” You blushed instantly while Rosita spoke, yes, you knew they often could listen to your and The archer’s activities. Daryl made it very difficult to not be noisy. “But believe me, he’ll like it. He’s kind of a rustic man, but he’s a man after all. They like those things.”

“Ok, I’m going to take this one.” You surrendered, but Rosita wasn’t over.

“Oh not this one, it’s all sweet and cute. Daryl already know this side of you very well. Let’s get you something more sexy.” She said looking at the hangers.

“I’m no femme fatale Rosi, I’m just me… I think I’m sweet after all.”

“You can keep this one, and any other you want, but we’ll choose some for you. Daryl will be wrapped around your fingers.” Maggie said.

“We’re married in case you didn’t notice.” You observed and showed your hand as if they had never seen the ring on your finger.

They choose three for you a black one, a red one and a coral one, they said the colors would outstand more your features. You choose the baby blue one that reminded you of his eyes, a pink one as cute as the blue and a white one.

Later that day after killing 5 walkers and going back home you pondered if you’d wear one of them. What would he think? Would he like it? He liked your common underwear, would those “sexy” ones be appreciated by him?

You had chosen the black one, if anything could go wrong you obviously would go with the boldest one. The black lingerie was very different from all you had seen before. On the breasts it made a triangle around each breast and had only a strap from one side to the other covering your nipples, it had many straps embracing your body and forming geometric shapes with it. In the middle of each strap there was a little bow. The lower part was lacy and had one particularity, it was open in the middle, in the lowest part, letting your cunt uncovered.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, on one hand you thought it was beautiful how it fit in your body embracing all the perfections and all the flaws, but on the other hand you felt silly. You never wore something like this before and you never presented yourself like this to Daryl before. That was it, you were going to take it off and wear your usual underwear and your sleeping clothes. When you were about to take it out, the door to your shared room opened, you jumped startled and closed your robe faster than the Flash.

“What’s that love? Why are ya all jumpy?” Daryl, your husband, asked entering the room and walking in your direction. You didn’t turn to look at him, years of marriage and being caught in this situation still made you blush and be embarrassed.

“Nothing…” you tried. You knew he knew that when you said nothing, it indeed was something.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing to me. You’re all blushy and you were startled when I entered the room.” He wrapped his arms around you and looked at you through the mirror. “Were ya doing something wrong? Something ya shouldn’t be doing?”

“N-no…” you knew what he meant and no, you weren’t doing anything “wrong”.

“Hmm…” he inhaled your scent in your neck nuzzling his nose on it and on your ears. “Not touching yerself without me or without me saying so?”

“No!” You exclaimed, and you quickly thought saying it like this would make you more suspect. “It’s another thing.”

You closed your eyes out of embarrassment, now you couldn’t escape this situation.

“Then, what is it?” He asked again, kissing your neck, his stubble sending chills through your body.

“Do you promise you’ll not laugh about it even if it’s the most ridiculous thing?” You asked looking for his eyes in the mirror.

“I promise it, babe. I’ll not do that.” He rested his chin on your shoulder, observing you. “Now tell me…”

You took a breath and then opened your robe, you slowly opened it until you revealed the piece you were wearing under the robe. When you opened it, you quickly closed your eyes, you were afraid of what you would see in his eyes. There was a moment of silence, and you thought you had screwed everything, until you listened to his voice. “Open your eyes.” He commanded.

You slowly opened your eyes, afraid you’d see something you didn’t want on his face. But as soon as you opened them, you saw his blue eyes, black in lust and desire, the blue just a thin line on the borders. “Do I look like I wanna laugh?” He asked.

“No…” you replied weakly, gods the way his eyes were raking your reflection… that was making your legs weak.

“Hmm…” he took his arms that were wrapped around you and slipped his hands on your arms. “Where did you get it?”

“In the run. With the girls.” You replied. “They said you’d like it… but I wasn’t sure.”

“Why’s it babe?” He asked his hands running up your arms again just to end on your shoulders, his fingers grabbing your robe there.

“I never used any of it, and you never said anything.” It was difficult to keep your eyes open and looking at him through the mirror, when he looked you like that it always felt so overwhelming looking right into his eyes.

“I’d find ya sexy even if ya were wearing a sack of potatoes.” He said sliding the sleeves of the robe down your arms. “I’d rather have ya naked, but this… damn! It got me hard the moment I saw it.”

You shivered from excitement, expectation and a small breeze that you could feel now that you were completely exposed. He pulled your body against his and you could feel his hard on. “Fuck.” It let your lips spontaneously.

“Yeah… fuck…” he repeated and drank you in. “Do ya mind if I do some alterations on it?”

You shook your head, but you knew he wasn’t getting only that. “I need words babe…”

“I don’t mind, you can do anything you want.” You said almost breathless and he had done nothing he barely had touched you yet. That was what Daryl Dixon made you feel.

His hand went to his waistband and he took the knife he had there. He took it carefully to your front and then to the side of the set you were wearing. He cut one side of the strap that was covering your nipples, then he cut the other side and threw the strap to a corner of the room with the knife. Now you had your nipples completely exposed and he was practically eating you alive just with his eyes. “Now, it’s perfect.”

He embraced your body once again with his big strong arms while his mouth went straightly to your neck giving you the most sinful open mouthed kiss, immediately making you sigh. Then he stopped. “I think I shoulda go clean myself, I worked all day…”

“Don’t you dare.” He was playing games with you, you knew it. He had no intention of stopping. He just wanted to tease you, but he had already made you despaired for him. “You just fixed some cars… I-I need you!”

“Look at my sweet girl…” he embraced you tightly one of his hands cupping one of tour breasts and the other sneaking down your stomach. “… ain’t her a little slut?”

He massaged tour breast, teasing it, pinching your erected nipple. His other hand cupped your semi nude crotch. “Yours…” You breathless said.

“Mine?” He repeated on your ear, his fingers running through your impossibly wet folds. “So wet fer me… so ready fer my cock…”

“I’m…” He pressed your clit eliciting a moan from your lips. “Ugh… your slut.”

He inserted one finger on your pussy, you gasped a moan escaping your lips. He nibbled and sucked on your neck and shoulders. “Even being my little slut, yer still so sweet.” He pumped his finger on you ando looked mesmerized at your reflection on the mirror, how you face contorted in pleasure, your parted plump lips and how your lids covered your eyes so perfectly and sinfully. “Open yer eyes sweetheart, wanna you to see how beautiful yer when I fuck you so good.”

It took you a lot to open your eyes and look at your and his reflection on the mirror. “That’s it love…” his deep voice sent chills all over your body making you clench around his finger. He inserted one more pumping in and out of you, his thumb making circles on your clit. “Such a good little slut fer me…”

You bucked your hips on his hands waiting for your sweet release and aching to have his thick delicious cock inside of you. You clenched around him repeatedly, you had become a moaning mess and it was difficult to keep your eyes open, but he wanted that so you tried. For him. Everything for him. You focused on his pretty eyes, his clean eyes that were so dark right now, the intensity on them overwhelming but grounding you in the moment. “Cum fer me baby… let it go…”

You rose your arm to the back, your hand going to the back of his neck enlacing your fingers on his hair. As you’re sent to the edge you pull on his hair making him groan as you have your release on his fingers. “So, so, so sweet! So good fer me…” he said while he drove you through your high fingers still pumping on you.

“Daryl…” you weekly said, your head resting on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

He looked down at you, his lips brushing yours. “What’s it baby?” You didn’t answer you took his lips on yours, hungrily damn you hadn’t kissed yet since he arrived, you needed this, you loved so much his kisses and the taste of his mouth.

You both broke the kiss, breathless you looked him in his eyes. “Was that what you needed babe?”

“That too…” you answered, the tip of your fingers massaging his scalp. “But actually… I need you, inside of me.”

He tightened his embrace on you, ready to move to bed, but you stopped him with your words. “Here.”

He stopped on his tracks, looking you in the eyes. You had already made sex in many different places, but he knew you both preferred it in bed. Your words startled him and woke something in him. “Do ya think ya can stand for a little time?”

“Yeah, I’m holding on you babe…” you said tugging a little on his hair, he released you, but was ready to catch you if needed. He unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans, taking his cock out of his boxers and pumping it a little before getting a hold on you again. He needed you, and he was glad you suggested he took you right there at that moment.

He held you on his arms once again, his hands traveling on your body. One hand ended up on your neck, just getting a hold in there while the other went back to your breasts, caring them, stimulating them… giving them the attention that they deserved.

You rocked your but on his hard on. Both of you looked at your reflections, you never thought it would excite you this much. He teased your entrance with his dick making you whimper and squirm. “Oh, please… please…” you begged, the wait making you ache and burn for him.

Who was him to deny you something when you asked so sweetly? Without any warning he trusted deeply into you, you moaned almost screaming, your fingers tugging his hair a little harsher than usual. “Fuck. I. Love. Ya. So. Fucking. Much.” For each word a trust, deep, certain, at the right spot.

You wasn’t able to say anything, lost in bliss and desire the only thing that left your mouth were moans and whimpers. With your free hand you got a handful of his but pressing him deeply into you if that was even possible. You looked at both of you in the mirror, Daryl trusting his hips on you, your bodies trembling out of pleasure and glistening with sweat. You never saw anything hotter.

His hand stopped taking care of your tits going down your body just to tease your clit, stimulate it and build your pleasure. He’s main mission was to pleasure you and if he could he’d do it every single day and minute of his life.

A turmoil building on your lower stomach, his name leaving your lips. Your walls clenching around him, indicating you were close to your high, his cock twitching in a way telling you he was close too. He turned your head to the side taking your lips on his in a passionate kiss, and as he hit that spongy spot inside of you sending you to your edge, he found his shooting his seed in you as you squeezed around him. “I love you!” You said while descending from your high, finally being able to speak.

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˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 22 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇this was posted late because of SOMEONEEEE

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The Greeks moved like a storm, sweeping through the next Skiaphos village with fire and steel. War cries echoed through the night, the clash of swords ringing out over the screams of the fallen. Telemachus led the charge, his blade cutting down any soldier who dared to stand in his way. Behind him, Antinous and Druses carved their own paths of destruction

Then Telemachus saw him.

Raphael.

The coral-eyed prince stood at the heart of the battlefield, dressed in armor polished to perfection, the deep red of his cloak making him look like something out of a nightmare. He was covered in blood, some his, most not, but he still held himself with that infuriating grace, as if this was just another game to him. Something inside Telemachus snapped.

He surged forward, his sword slicing through the chaos, his focus locked on Raphael alone. Raphael turned just in time to meet his attack, their blades clashing with a deafening clang. His light eyes widened slightly in surprise before his lips curled into a grin.

“Telemachus,” he purred, pushing back against the strike. “I was wondering when you’d find me.” Telemachus didn’t waste time on words—he struck again, harder, forcing Raphael onto the defensive. Their swords danced in a deadly rhythm, each strike faster than the last. Raphael was skilled, his movements fluid, his footwork impeccable, but Telemachus fought like a man with something to lose.

And Raphael noticed.

“You fight desperately,” Raphael taunted between parries, his smirk still in place. “Is it for her? Does it burn you, knowing she’s in my bed while you’re out here playing soldier?”

Telemachus’ next strike nearly took his head off. Raphael barely dodged in time, but Telemachus pressed the attack, driving him backward with relentless force. Gone was the arrogant grace—Raphael’s movements were getting sloppy, his blocks coming slower, his breathing heavier.

Then Telemachus’ blade cut deep into his side. Raphael let out a strangled gasp, stumbling back as blood bloomed against his armor. His light eyes flickered with something unfamiliar—shock, pain, fear. He clutched at the wound, but Telemachus didn’t let up, raising his sword for the final strike.

And then Endymion was there. The older prince moved like a shadow, stepping between them in an instant, his own blade catching Telemachus’ just before it could find Raphael’s throat. Telemachus’ arms shook from the impact, his breath coming fast and ragged.

Endymion’s expression was unreadable, his hazel eyes calm but sharp. “That’s enough, we can kill you easily, so I suggest you retreat.” he said, his voice steady. Telemachus’ heart pounded, his grip tightening on his sword. He could end this now. He could kill Raphael, take y/n back, end this nightmare—

But Endymion didn’t move. He didn’t threaten, didn’t taunt. He simply stood there, his blade still pressed against Telemachus’, waiting.

Telemachus’ jaw clenched. With a frustrated growl, he backed off.

Raphael coughed, still clutching his bleeding side, his smirk weaker but somehow still there. “Oh, Telemachus,” he rasped, laughing breathlessly. “That almost hurt.”

Telemachus ignored him, turning away as his men continued their rampage. Raphael had slipped through his fingers today. But next time, there would be no Endymion to save him.

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The battle was over. The fires still burned, the scent of ash thick in the air, but the Greeks had taken what they needed and moved on, leaving the once thriving village in ruins. The wounded moaned in agony, and the dead lay where they had fallen. Among the wreckage, Raphael limped forward, his silver armor stained red with his own blood, his breathing uneven.

Endymion had an arm around his younger brother, half-dragging, half-carrying him back toward the palace. Raphael gritted his teeth, refusing to let any more pain show, but every step sent sharp, burning agony through his side where Telemachus had nearly gutted him. Endymion had saved his life. And he was furious about it.

The moment they passed the palace gates, Endymion shoved Raphael forward. Off-balance, Raphael stumbled before catching himself against a pillar, wincing as fresh pain shot through him.

Then came the slap

The sound echoed through the grand hall, sharp and unforgiving. Raphael’s head snapped to the side, his cheek stinging, his silver eyes widening in momentary shock.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Endymion roared, his hazel eyes burning with fury. “If I hadn’t stepped in, Telemachus would have killed you!”

Raphael let out a breathless chuckle, dragging a hand down his face. “But he didn’t, dear brother.” His lips curled into a weak smirk, but Endymion wasn’t in the mood for his games.

Endymion grabbed him by the collar, shaking him. “This isn’t a joke, Raphael! You waltzed into battle like some lovesick idiot and nearly got yourself slaughtered!” His voice was thick with frustration, but underneath it, something else—fear.

Raphael scoffed, prying Endymion’s hands off him. “And what would you have me do? Hide behind my walls and let Telemachus think he can take everything from me?” His voice was hoarse but defiant. “I am not weak.”

“You’re a fool,” Endymion snapped. “Do you even realize what would have happened if you died today? Our soldiers would have lost all morale, Skiaphos would fall within weeks, and Pandora—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply. “You think Telemachus would have left your wife and children untouched?” Something in Raphael’s smirk twitched, but he didn’t respond.

Endymion pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice lowering to something dangerously close to pleading. “You have a family now, Raphael. Stop acting like an arrogant child and start acting like a king.”

Raphael turned away, his light eyes dark. “I will not cower.”

“No,” Endymion muttered. “You’ll just bleed.”

With that, he turned on his heel and left, his footsteps echoing down the hall. Raphael stood there for a long moment, his jaw clenched, his cheek still burning from the slap. Slowly, he reached down, pressing a hand to his wounded side, feeling the warmth of his own blood still seeping through his armor.

Teeth grinding, he forced himself to move, ignoring the pain as he made his way toward y/n’a chambers. If Telemachus thought this was over, he was dead wrong.

The door to her chambers swung open with force, slamming against the wall. The sudden noise startled Adonis, who was nestled beside his mother, while Phebie, barely a few months old, stirred but did not wake.

She didn’t flinch. She continued gently smoothing Phebie’s dark curls, her fingers moving with practiced ease, as if she hadn’t even noticed Raphael’s entrance. But she had. She could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves, the way his breath came in uneven huffs, the scent of blood still clinging to his armor.

He was angry.

She didn’t care.

Raphael stood there, watching her, his delicate eyes unreadable at first. His wounded side still ached, his cheek burned from Endymion’s earlier slap, and his pride—his pride—had taken its worst beating yet. And yet, here she was. Tending to their children, untouched by the battle that had nearly cost him his life. Because of him.

His jaw tightened. “I’m doing all of this for you, you know,” he muttered, his voice low and simmering.

She finally looked up. Her violet eyes met his, blank and unimpressed, like she was staring at a stranger rather than the man who claimed to love her. Then, coolly, she said, “I wish Telemachus had finished the job.”

Raphael froze.

The words cut deeper than any sword, deeper than the wound Telemachus had left in his side. For a moment, he just stared at her, his coral eyes searching her face for something—anything—that suggested she didn’t mean it.

“You don’t mean that,” he murmured, quieter this time. She held his gaze, her expression utterly, devastatingly apathetic.

“I do.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Raphael just stood there, his hands curled into fists at his sides. His whole body ached—from battle, from exhaustion, from something deeper and uglier than he was willing to name.

He had bled for her. Killed for her. Fought for her.

And she wanted him dead.

For the first time in his life, Raphael had nothing to say. The silence stretched between them like a chasm, wide and unbridgeable. Raphael stood frozen in place, staring at her as if she had just stabbed him through the heart. His silver eyes, usually so sharp and full of arrogance, flickered with something desperate. Something hollow.

Y/n, meanwhile, simply turned her attention back to Phebie, adjusting the tiny blanket wrapped around her daughter’s small frame. It was a simple, thoughtless movement, and yet it was enough to break him.

Raphael crumbled.

He let out a sharp, ragged breath before stumbling forward, falling to his knees before her. His hands gripped the fabric of her dress as he pressed his forehead against her lap, his shoulders trembling. “Please,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/n—just…” His fingers tightened, clinging to her like a lifeline. “Just give me something.”

A choked sob escaped him, muffled against the fabric of her gown. He was shaking—whether from exhaustion, pain, or something deeper, even he didn’t know. He only knew that he needed her. That he couldn’t stand this emptiness between them.

“I’ve given you everything,” he whispered, his voice thick with anguish. “I’ve fought for you. I’ve bled for you. I built all of this for us—for you, love—” His breath hitched as he turned his face against her thigh, his tears soaking into the soft fabric. “And you still—” His voice cracked, and he clenched his jaw, sucking in a sharp breath. “You still don’t love me.”

She simply stared down at him, her eyes eerily calm. If she felt anything for the man currently weeping at her feet, she didn’t show it. Slowly, with the same detached indifference she had given Phebie just moments before, she lifted a hand and placed it on his head. Her fingers ran gently through his calico curls, a slow, mechanical motion—not out of tenderness, but out of something closer to pity.

Raphael inhaled sharply at the touch, his grip on her tightening. He curled further into her, like a wounded child seeking comfort from a mother who could barely stand to acknowledge him.

“I love you,” he whispered brokenly. “I love you, I love you, I love you, and you—” His breath shuddered as he turned his head, resting his cheek against her lap, his salmon-pink eyes flickering up to meet hers. “You’re all I have.”

She held his gaze, her fingers still threading through his hair, her expression unreadable. He waited for her to say something. To offer him even the smallest fragment of warmth.

But she said nothing.

Instead, she simply continued to pet his head, like one would soothe a restless animal. Raphael let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. He could pretend, just for a moment, that this was love. That she meant it.

Because if he didn’t—if he let himself truly see how empty her touch was—he would shatter completely.

Raphael was pathetic.

He knew it, could feel it, but he didn’t care. Not now. Not when she was the only thing keeping him from slipping into that terrible void inside of him. His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as if she might disappear if he let go. His breath hitched, uneven and desperate, his chest rising and falling in erratic shudders.

“Please,” he whimpered, his voice raw. His tears had already soaked through the fabric of her gown, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. “Please, just—say something.”

She didn’t respond. She merely continued stroking his hair with that same mechanical, detached rhythm. Not out of love, not out of care—just to placate him. Like she was petting a dog that wouldn’t stop whining.

Raphael let out a weak, broken laugh, his shoulders trembling as another sob racked through him. “Gods, do you even feel anything?” His voice cracked as he tilted his head up, his silver eyes wide, wet, pleading. “Do you even care that I—” He sucked in a sharp breath, shaking his head. “That I need you?”

Her gaze remained blank, emotionless. If his words affected her at all, she didn’t show it. Raphael clenched his jaw, sniffling as he pressed his face harder against her lap. “I’ve done everything for you,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I built you a home, I gave you children, I—I killed for you, y/n—” His breath shuddered as he clutched her even tighter, his arms fully wrapping around her waist now, desperate to hold onto something real. “Why can’t you just—just love me back?”

She exhaled quietly, her fingers never stopping their slow, absentminded motion through his curls. She didn’t push him away, but she didn’t pull him closer either. Raphael sniffled again, his breath uneven, his body curled against her like a wounded animal. “You’re all I have,” he murmured brokenly. “You and the children… I don’t—I don’t have anything else.”

Still, she said nothing. His grip on her waist tightened until his knuckles turned white, his body trembling against hers. “Y/n,” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

She looked down at him, her violet eyes cold, distant. And then, as if responding to the cries of a child throwing a tantrum, she finally spoke.

“Stop crying, Raphael.”

Her tone was flat, emotionless. A command, not comfort. Raphael sucked in a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes shut. His chest ached, his throat burned, but he obeyed. Because if he kept crying, she might pull away. And that—losing even this small, pitiful form of contact—was something he could not bear.

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