#dry rose petals uses for skin

[herbsfromhimalayas1]

Health Benefits of Rose Petals

Rose Petals are beneficial for health and beauty. The Himalayan Petals of Rose brings a lots of anti inflammatory properties. Also content beauty secrets under the petals. supports skin health and stress relief.

We are going to talk about Himalayan Rose Petals that holds a lots of Anti inflammatory properties and skin benefits.

Well, Rose is scientifically known as Rosa, are iconic flowering plants cherished for their exquisite beauty, captivating fragrance, and numerous health benefits. From ancient times to modern-day, roses have been revered for their medicinal properties and symbolic significance.

Chemical Composition of Rose:  Their rich chemical composition includes essential oils, flavonoids, phenolic compounds, and vitamins. These compounds contribute to the roses' enchanting fragrance, vibrant colors, and valuable health benefits.

Medicinal and Health Benefits of Rose Petals:

1.    Rose petal benefits for skin: Rose petals contain natural oils and antioxidants that helps for skin. Rose petals for skin, reduce inflammation, and promote a beautiful skin complexion. Rose water and rose oil are commonly used in skincare products to soothe irritation, fair skin tone, and enhance its radiance.

2.    Relaxation and Stress Relief : The aroma of roses has calming and natural stress-relief effects on the mind and body. Inhaling the scent of roses or using rose essential oil in aromatherapy can help reduce anxiety, promote relaxation, and improve overall mood.

3.    Digestive Aid: Rosewater has been traditionally used to aid digestion and relieve gastrointestinal discomfort. It can help soothe inflammation in the digestive tract, alleviate symptoms of indigestion, and promote healthy digestion.

4.    Anti-inflammatory Properties: Roses contain compounds such as flavonoids and phenolic acids that have anti-inflammatory effects. Consuming rose tea or using rose oil topically can help reduce inflammation in the body and alleviate symptoms of inflammatory conditions such as arthritis and skin disorders.

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5.    Immune Boosting: Roses are rich in vitamin C and antioxidants, which support immune function and help the body fight off infections and diseases. Drinking rose tea or consuming rose hips can strengthen the immune system and promote overall health.

6.    Heart Health: The antioxidants in roses help lower oxidative stress and reduce the risk of heart disease. Rose tea has been shown to improve blood circulation, lower blood pressure, and reduce cholesterol levels, supporting cardiovascular health.

7.    Respiratory Health: Inhaling the steam from rose-infused water or using rose essential oil in a diffuser can help relieve respiratory symptoms such as cough, congestion, and sore throat. The soothing properties of roses help clear nasal passages and alleviate respiratory discomfort.

8.    Pain Relief: Roses contain natural compounds with analgesic properties that can help reduce pain and discomfort. Using rose oil topically or applying a rose-infused compress to sore muscles and joints can help alleviate pain and promote relaxation.

 If you want to buy the Rose Tea for your shiny skin and multi health benefits of Himalayan Rose Petals, click the given link and buy it direct from the website that promotes Himalayan Herbs and falvoured blend of different herbs:

So, Roses stand as a timeless symbol of beauty and health, offering a wide array of medicinal and health benefits. Their scientific name, Rosa, reflects their botanical identity, while their rich chemical composition underscores their therapeutic potential. From promoting skin health to relieving stress and boosting immunity, the virtues of roses are truly remarkable. Whether enjoyed in the form of tea, skincare products, or aromatherapy, roses continue to captivate with their enchanting fragrance, vibrant colors, and valuable health-promoting properties.

[kaeinvy]

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ! + 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 ; 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

warnings : afab reader + no pronouns used, choso x reader, vampire ! reader + choso, vampire x vampire + biting + blood drinking, dick riding, bathtub sex, flowers in bath + candles, romantic sex, unprotected sex + slight breeding kink, smut + fluff, grammar mistakes(?)

notes; love choso sm, don't ask why a male is making afab reader smut, k. Just enjoy this! also doesn't a romantic bathtub sound so lovely? Like I could give you a romantic time in a bathtub & who wants to recreate Queen of the damned with me/hjjj

Your head was spinning, and your throat felt dry, your groan in pain, you tried your best to hold in your bloodlust. Choso had a suprise for you, you didn't know what yet but he said for you to try hold in your hunger, for him. Of course you did, you took off your coat and shoes, the house was dark and light was appearing from under the door. "Choso, baby?" You said, you heard a yelp form inside the bathroom, you can hear splashing of water. "G-ah! Hold on, darling!" You can hear footsteps from inside, you can see the doorknob turn and it reveals him. Your sweet boyfriend, Choso. He was kinda wet, his black hair down and he smiled sheepishly at you, you can see his fangs and you groan slightly before hugging him. "So where's the suprise, is it you wet?" You chuckle slightly, his face flushes red and he rubs the back of his neck, he sighs and looks at you. "A-ah no! Sorry, is that what you wanted..?" He says, slightly confused, his eyebrows furrow in worry, you shake your head. "N-no, just- nevermind. So the real suprise?" You ask, he grabs your hand gently, his cold skin touching your skin, he walks in and the bathroom is in the dark expect the candles as lights, there are beautiful rose petals and flowers in the bathtub. "Woah" you let, it was beautiful, he smiles and kisses your cheek gently, he rubs your knuckles. "I hope you like it..!" He says, looking excited, you forget about the hunger in you, you kiss him, you found it lovely. "About... We take a b-bath together..?" He suggests, it was obvious that it was ships original plan but he wanted to make sure, you nod and take off your clothes. Freeing your body from your clothes, he gulps and looks away, you smile at him before going in the bathtub, the hot water warming your cold body, the petals float around your body. You go to the other side of the bathtub, your head turns to look behind you, choso gets in. His face still red, you grin and go underwater. "Uh..? Sweety?" He asks, confused, the water moves so does the petals, you pop up, infront of his face, he flinched before he blinks at you, you look at his neck and your hands go up his chest.

Your nails softly rubbing against his skin as your hand goes up, you lean more closer, your cunt clenches around nothing as your mouth touches his pale skin, kissing his chest, he holds your hips as you suck softly on his skin, your fangs glazing over his skin. "a-ah" that's all he can mutter out, your hand goes behind his head as he leans backwards, your mouth goes on his neck, you bite down, he yelps and grips your hips harder, you can feel his dick twitching against your stomach, his hardness standing tall, you suck on his neck, you slowly fill your hunger with his blood. "Choso, 'm love your taste.." You mutter out which he blushes on return. He softly grinds his hips against you. You suck him harder. You softly let out a moan against his pale skin. Your hunger turns into hunger for lechery, you lift yourself by grabbing his shoulders, he moans and opens his mouth when you slide yourself down on him, your wet warmthness clenching around his dick, his moans turn to whimpers, you move. "Ah-, fuck." You moan, his hands are still on your hips, you move up and down, he whines when you stop, teasingly. "Baby, please move, 'm want you.." he whines, you move slowly, after some minutes of teasing, his nails dig into your skin as he moves you, himself. You throw your head back, one of his hands go up to grope your chest, playing with the soft mush, rubbing your nipple by and down by his thumb, you bite your lip, your bottom lip hurts due to your fangs, he holds you closer, thrusting in you even more faster, it makes calling noise, the water splashing around you both, the petals and flowers move around in the tub. "Ag-ah.. 'm love you so much!" He whispers, biting your neck, you let out a small scream, he pulls out of you and thrusts back in, not stopping his harsh thrusts, you push his chest as he slowly gets up, his butt resting on a step in the tub, water drips down both of your bodies. He grabs your ass, using it to thrusts into you, your legs tremble slightly and his mouth finally moves around from your neck, focusing on your anf his pleasure, the light of the candles shine on your bodies. "I love you, Choso! 'm want you forever, s' mark me as yours!" You say, hpace, e nods his head and he goes more faster, his hand going to your clit, rubbing the bud with his thumb, his cold and wet fingers make it feel better, your nails dig into his skin. His dick hits spots in you, that one spot which makes you see stars, your and his head are thrown back, mouth open as you let out a silent scream, eyes are rolled back, and Choso doesn't stop his pace. Continuing to thrust inside of your cunt, his mind goes hazy so does yours and you both don't think about anything else, your mind is cock-drunk and he is pussy-whipped. He is only thinkin' is cumming inside of you and your thinkin' is cumming all over his cock, which you both do so, you being the first one to cum on his dick, you cumt clenching around his hardness as you do, his mouth opens and he lets out a slight moan, his dick twitching and cumming inside of your warmthness, you lean against him and bite his shoulder as he is pumping his semen into you, your cunt is fill his dick and his cream, he moans and pants, you weakly get up, semen dripping form your cunt, onto his legs and into the water. "Fuck..." You say and he holds you, breathing on your hair, you swallow your saliva, his shoulder covered in bite marks and some blood left on his pale skin. "What you say about round two?" You say. "Wha!? I mean sure.. if you want to.."

[tiramisuwithmascarpone]

Flowers you gave to Gods have withered away? no problemo, reuse them!

Hello guys! I believe I made a post before in which I talked about my habit of picking up flowers for Lady Aphrodite, Lord Hermes, and Lady Athena whenever I come back home. However, since they do not have dirt in which to expand their roots and absorb water, they wither away very soon. Generally, I would advise you to not leave expired food or dried-up flowers on your deity's altar. But there comes the question

,, Jelly, what do I do with them afterward?"

Well, fear not, because I've got just the solution as your fellow devotee and flower enjoyer!

1. Make homemade Potpourri!

A potpourri is basically a jar full of flowers, fruits, spices, etc. Which you leave in your room for its scent. Once your flowers get all dry, you can make one of these and place them in your room as to fill it with scents that remind you of your deities! and it is also a way more natural alternative to room freshener. I personally follow this recipe:

– Spread your flower heads and petals on a baking sheet. – Dry your flowers in an oven at 93° Celsius (200° Fahrenheit), which may take up to two hours. – Place dried flowers in an airtight container with a lid and add two or three drops of essential oils for your ideal scent. Rose, lemon, lavender, and cinnamon are among the most common fragrances for the home. – Store for six to eight weeks to allow the flowers to absorb the essential oils.

PS: Can also be a good freshener for your altar!

2. Homemade dried flower body scrub!

I actually only found out abut this today. But, apparently, if you mix up dried flower petals with Epsom salt, sea salt, baking soda, and essential oils you can basically create a scrub! I dunno if I would recommend it to people with sensitive skin tho...

3.Scented room spray

Mix together essential oils, alcohol, and dried flowers, and BOOM natural room spray! poof a little on your altar every morning!

4. If they are roses, make rosaries out of them!

Even though rosaries can be found a lot in Catholicism, many other religions use them. Buddhists, Muslims, and so much more! and, they actually used to be made out of actual roses. @jekraftbooks has a very good tutorial on TikTok about this, but basically, you need to:

1.Take your dried roses and throw them in a blender

2.Cook them down for several days at a low temperature. Only simmering, never boil.

3.When it begins to form like a clay ball, it is ready to go! Get a cheese cloth and squeeze all the water you can out of the clay. (Keep it for later)

4.Roll them into balls. Put a needle through them to make the hole, then leave them on cardboard for a few days to dry.

5. Once they dry, they will be rough, but we need them to have a smooth texture. Use the water from step 3, then rub some oil on them to give them some shine and protection from water ✨

6.Your beads are done! congrats! make necklaces, earrings, bracelets, any type of jewelry you wish for with them! You can also dedicate them to a deity as devotional jewelry or use them for prayer. Let your creativity go wild!!

[danielcain]

Ripe

In retrospect, I should have gotten fitted in-person for a pair of rubber boots. Ordering shoes online is always a crapshoot. The ones I had on were too big, they just collected water like a rain barrel and waterlogged my socks.

The texture was horrible. A disgusting sensation.

The foyer’s carpet squelched with every step I took. It didn’t help that I was carrying 120 pounds of dead woman.

“This always happens during the honeymoon phase,” said my friend Dan.

“You won’t want to leave the house. You’ll want to be with her all the time. The modern age enables this. Work from home, order from home, live from home, die from home…” He began to rant about how modernity. He always goes there, and I always tune him out. He married a female cop from the sheriff’s department. She came off gay when I met her. Funny.

I‘ve tried to explain my marital problems to Dan before. I had to leave out a few key details. I told him my wife was depressed, in bed all day, not contributing financially. He said wives “tend to do that” and that I make enough money, anyway. Not quite the issue.

The trouble was harder to explain; I’ve only been married to Liana for six months, and she’s killed and replanted herself seven times.

I trudged up the staircase in the loose boots. The way I carried her, the soil from her body fell before us, laying a trail like rose petals.

Creaking wood drummed up anxiety in my chest. I am not a large man. I usually make but a negligible amount of noise when I move throughout the house. That’s something she commented on when we first moved in. The word she used was unobtrusive. She liked this about me. She said we had that in common. In a lot of ways, we really were alike.

Unlike me, her cells interlocked with tightly-woven cellulose walls. She had organelles not found in over 99% of human beings: chloroplasts. When I first met her, her skin had a milky green hue. The first time I touched her, I balked. She was not hot to the touch like others. Not cold, but not hot. Her breasts, thighs, cheeks… remarkably, they had the tautness of an unripe vegetable.

I laid her down in the bathtub. The plumbing was sensitive, not terrible, but sensitive. An old house. Wood and cobblestone on the outside. Folksy, I’m told through clenched smiles of guests trying to be complimentary. Yeah, right. It looks better suited to house a coven of child-stealing hags. I tried to fix it up, stay on trend. Liana convinced me not to hire contractors. She convinced me to buy, too. “I’ve always wanted a house in the woods…”

Now I know why.

The replanting process is nothing short of a natural miracle. I will be the first to admit, it attracted me to her further. Liana could change herself at will. All it took was a little patience, two days of waiting, a 6 foot deep ditch in the backyard, some sleeping pills and vodka. I didn’t understand the science of it at first. What exactly she needed to do to push out the roots and reform her mass. When I finally found out, I was too embarrassed to admit I didn’t know she had to physically die each time.

She was always shy about the details, embarrassed, like it was some sort of bowel syndrome. I did not press her for details, but as her husband, I should’ve researched the condition. I did eventually. But not before telling her she would look good blonde. Telling her she would look even hotter upping her bra size by a letter or two…

She started to wake up.

First, the rattle. A great exhalation and inhalation. It always took me by surprise. Her facial muscles were always the second thing reanimate. Her nose twitched. Her eyes opened. They looked so dry. Matte. “Liana. This is getting dangerous.”

A couple seconds’ delay. Then, she smiled mawkishly. During this stage of regrowth, her skin is taut and verdant like the day I met her. (I once called her belle pepper as a pet name. She either didn’t get the pun, maybe.) With every hour, she begins to flush to her desired shade. She switches it up from time to time, never too dark or too white for most to notice, but I do. She carries Pantone swatches in her wallet.

She moved her lips, but couldn’t speak yet. I said nothing further. I picked up the detachable showerhead. The gentlest setting. I rinsed her body, avoiding the tender roots that twitched and protruded from the tips of her fingers and toes. I read somewhere that touching them at this stage feels like a pressing on a pinched nerve.

“I know why thish bophers you shoo much,” she gurgled, throat half-asleep. Her mouth was filled with soil and rainwater. It seeped from her firm, bloated lips.

I turned away. Washing her feet. She continued, most of the earth and excess sap that gagged her having dribbled onto her nightie.

“You like me like thish.”

I averted my eyes. I continued to bathe her, and stared at the peel-and-stick mauve tile accent above the tub. I had put it there the previous month to cover a stubborn decomposition stain.

“I like you all the time, Liana.” It felt like someone was slowly lacing my throat shut from the inside.

I didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling.

“Buh you like… thish.”

[violet-hearth]

Salt Scrub

Salt scrubs are a great way to incorporate physical cleansing into your routine - they help exfoliate, reduce inflammation, and improve blood circulation whilst also having the cleaning and protection qualities of salt, dried herbs, and oils. The recipe is easy, cheap, and quick making it one of the most accessible recipes I have.

Salt scrubs are not recommended for people with skin conditions or sensitive skin, and salt can dry out your skin so be sure to moisturize after use. As a rule of thumb, you should not use a salt scrub more than 1-2 times a week.

General Recipe:

1 cup of sea salt

1/4 cup of carrier oil

10-20 drops of essential oil

1 tbsp of herbs such as lavender, rose or chamomile and/or vitamin E oil (ensure they are crushed well)

In a bowl, stir together the salt and oil

Add the essential oil and herbs

Store in a sealed glass jar in a cool location until ready to use

To use a salt scrub, apply to damp skin in circular motions gentle for 20-30 seconds before rinsing well.

Weekly Cleanse Scrub

1 cup of salt of choice

1/4 cup carrier oil (jojoba, almond, vegetable, sunflower etc.)

10-20 total drops of lemon balm, tea tree, witch hazel and lavender

0.5 - 1 tablespoon moon water

1 tablespoon of dried lavender and lemon peel (optional)

1 tablespoon vitamin E oil (optional)

Venus-Inspired Salt Scrub

1 cup sea salt

1/4 cup of almond oil

1 - 1.5 tablespoons castor oil

10-20 total of drops of the following essential oils: rose, lavender, cedar wood and ylang-ylang or a attraction/love oil

1 tablespoon of dried rose petals

1 tablespoon vitamin E oil

As always, adapt the recipes as needed for what you have and to your own practice <3

[dearmantis]

Dried Flowers

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x fem!Reader

Summary: After killing another person who tried to earn your hand in marriage, Aleksander finally manages to get you right where he has always wanted you.

Warning: murder, slut-shaming, blood, obsession, manipulation, dacryphilia (kind of? not sexual, he's just weird about tears??)

Word Count: 2k

Authors' Note: My ability to form sentences in English is slowly disappearing. What is grammar? I don't know anymore. What is logic? I don't know that either. I think I know nothing at all, actually. I also didn't proofread this at all and this isn't my native language, just fyi.

The blood tints the water a beautiful rose colour, similar to the petals of a flower Aleksander has seen you wear in your hair a few days ago.

He's washing his hands slowly, making sure to get every single drop off using the strongest smelling soap he owns in hopes of removing the metallic smell from his skin and a small brush to get the dried flakes out from under his nails.

His gaze moves over to the mirror, checking his shirt for blood splatter in the reflection, but he luckily finds nothing. There are some drops on his face, the red covering his cheek, nose, and parts of his forehead.

He has licked the ones that landed on his lips off a while ago, enjoying the taste of it like an expensive wine as he watched the man bleed out on the floor, his blood forming a small puddle beneath his body while his weak voice begged for mercy.

When he's sure that he got everything off his hands, he grabs a small handkerchief and dips it into the water before using it to remove the blood from his face. He has no time to waste, but he wants to make sure he looks right nonetheless.

In an hour, you will realize that your Lord Peter will not come to your planned shared breakfast. You will send servants to his room to check on him and they will discover the letter he forged, explaining how the Lord wanted to use you as a distraction after falling for a young woman in Ketterdam during his travels and recently decided that he loves her too much to stay away from her any longer.

It will break your heart, but sacrifices must be made, and breaking your heart now would be better than breaking it later after you truly lost your heart to him.

It was a shame, really. Lord Peter had been nice, one of the few nobles in Ravka who did not openly talk badly about Grisha, but Aleksander still couldn't let you marry him. No, you had to stay here, right in the Grand Palace, and Peter would've dragged you to his estate close to the border, never to be seen again.

And Aleksander needs you here. You can't leave. Ever.

After the blood is fully washed off his face he washes the handkerchief and places it on the windowsill to dry in the rising morning sun before opening the window and moving to dump the bloody water into the bed of flowers growing below.

Then he sits back down at his desk and moves to continue with todays paperwork while he waits, patient like a cat that knows that the little mouse will walk right into its mouth.

An hour later you are sitting on his lap, hands tightly holding onto his kefta while he uses the handkerchief he used to remove the blood from his face to dry your tears, carefully dabbing the soft, freshly washed fabric against your skin.

"I just don't understand why this keeps happening." He hears you whisper under your breath, his eyes still focused on the tears rolling down your cheeks. You look so beautiful when you cry. Ethereal. Magical. "Why am I never enough? Why not?"

He can feel a painful pinch in his heart when he hears your words. It's not you who isn't good enough for them. They aren't good enough for you.

You, his beautiful little Princess who boldly stands up for his Grisha and gets harassed with horrible rumours in return. Who gets shamed and threatened and withstands it all despite your softness, like a wild flower surviving the most destructive storms.

"She's under the Darklings spell."

"Nobody wants to marry her except the General and now she defends him to make sure he doesn't loose interest."

"The poor girl is being manipulated by him. He uses her as a shield to protect the Grisha and the stupid thing is too blind to see it."

"He must've fucked his magic into her and it scrambled her mind."

So much gossip surrounds you, but you never complain. You don't even mention what they say about you, probably fearing that he will distance himself from you as well after finding out how people talk about you. That the last friend you have left will leave, unwilling to have his reputation ruined even more.

But he would never leave you. In Aleksanders eyes, you're the only honourable otkazat'sya currently alive in all of Ravka. He will do everything in his power to make sure you stay right here with him and influence politics further. You're a sensible person. Good. Kind. And you work hard to make sure people understand and respect the way you see the world. You fight for change.

So you have to stay right here with him.

"You're more than enough." He answers softly, dropping the handkerchief onto the sofa next to you before his hands move up to cup your face, making sure you're looking him in the face and see the truth in his eyes.

"You are so much better than anyone in Ravka understands. You have a soft, caring heart, and those who do not understand it see it as weakness. But I understand. I understand your strength."

Every single word that falls from his lips is calculated, his voice soft and kind in hopes of making you more susceptible to him.

"And you understand me. You understand how I see the world. What needs to change to make sure Grisha and otkazat'sya can live together in peace. You are perfect."

You don't understand him, not yet, at least, but you will. He will make sure of it. You will understand it all. His little flower.

He lets his hands move down to your waist, and your head immediately drops to rest on his shoulder, your face pressing into his neck.

"Why can't I just marry you..." Aleksander hears you murmur, almost entirely soundless, and he has to fight the smirk trying to find its way onto his lips.

"What was that?"

An embarrassed whimper leaves your lips, a sweet, pathetic sound that he would love to hear forever. "Forget it."

"No, no. Come on, don't be shy." Aleksander encourages, carefully drawing circles on your back while you press your face closer to his neck.

"It's stupid."

The Shadow Summoner doesn't respond, instead choosing to simply wait until you manage to collect enough confidence to repeat and explain yourself. You need to make this step on your own.

"My father will not stop until I'm married. He will continue to set me up with new people in hopes of marrying me off to get me out of the Palace."

You lift your head to look into his face, probably fearing that he won't understand you if you keep whispering against his neck, forcing you to repeat this whole thing a third time.

"And the people he chooses will continue to run away from me. Even the nicest people leave me behind and instead pick a different fate for themselves. For some reason, everyone seems to agree that marrying me is not worth it, a destiny too cruel to live through. No one ever stays with me. No one except you."

New tears sparkle in your eyes, and Aleksander decides it's the most beautiful sight he has ever had the privilege of witnessing. When you cry, all of your emotions are so visible in your eyes. You hide nothing, the mask that all nobles in Ravka wear washed away by the tears rolling down your face. The fact that you trust him to see all of your vulnerability and weakness fills him with glee.

"So I thought that maybe... maybe it would be an option for us to marry."

Before Aleksander gets the chance to respond, you begin talking once more, making it clear to him that you will probably start rambling.

"Of course, that's stupid. We're friends, and I really don't want to ruin this, and I know that I just did that by mentioning that I think we should marry, and I'm really sorry. It's pathetic and honestly disrespectful to you to ask you to marry me just because I'm sick of being alone and I'm pretty sure my father wouldn't even allow it so we would have to do it in secret which isn't fair to you and I-"

He cuts you off by carefully touching your face once more, willing his gaze to soften. He needs to at least pretend to be vulnerable right now to fully get you where he wants you to be.

"It would be an honour to marry you, moya tsarevna. It doesn't matter if in secret or in front of all of Ravka. You are my best friend, and it would be a privilege to be tied to you legally and free you from this constant pain of losing every person you get close to in the same breath."

Leaning forward, he presses his forehead against yours, hoping that the physical proximity will make him seem more honest than he truly is.

"But I don't want you to marry me just because you fear that you will end up alone. I want you to decide for yourself that you want a future with me. One where we can fight side by side for Grisha and Otkazat'sya to live in harmony."

He would marry you right now if you simply ask him. It's the ideal end to his plan, after all. If you were married to him, he wouldn't have to keep killing all of your friends and possible marriage candidates because you would already be tied to him and the Little Palace. You could never leave. You would be here with him forever.

Or, well... until you died from old age. But that's a problem he can solve, he's sure of it. He will make sure his little flower will live on and continue fighting with him. You're part of this eternal battle now, and he will not let you escape it though something like death.

It really doesn't matter why you want to marry him, but it would make the future easier for him and yourself if you simply learned to love him romantically. You'd also probably be more likely to forgive him for the more controversial ideas he has if your heart is full with love for him. As much as he wants to grab you and drag you over to a church to get it over with, he needs to be patient.

The end is in sight, there is no reason to rush things and risk mistakes later. This is the foundation for a bright future.

The worst thing that could happen is that you choose to wait and get to know another Lord who your father wants you to marry.

Another person for Aleksander to kill.

And then, when his dead body slowly starts to decompose in the flowerbeds of the Little Palace alongside the other people he has killed for this, you will find your way back into his arms for comfort and decide that you will marry him. There's no reason to force you to marry him now.

"I would love to be married to you, General. It would be an honour for me as well. You are a great general and an even greater man. I respect you more than anyone else. I promise it's not just because I fear to disappoint my family and end up alone. I have always admired your protective and caring nature, and I genuinely believe that you could be a great husband. One that I can easily love."

He moves your face back to the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you tightly against his body. He can't hide the wide grin on his face.

The mouse walked into the cats open mouth. You are his.

[rentsukino]

Princess

pairing: re6 Leon x fem reader

summary: Leon finally gets a night off and he wants to spend it pampering you.

warnings: smut. oral (f receiving). p in v. unprotected sex. creampie. use of pet names. leon being soft and loving.

note: this is like my second fic ever written 😭 IDK HOW MANY WORDS THIS IS BECAUSE I WROTE THIS SITTING IN MY CAR IN A PARKING LOT LMAO

Steam filled the bathroom, hot water caressing your body like a warm, gentle hug as you sank further down into the bathtub. Leon was always treating you like a goddess, constantly doting on you and making sure that your every need and want was granted.

He finally had a day off from work and wanted nothing more than to pamper you, so he drew you a nice, steamy bath with your favorite bath salts, lit candles, and rose petals sprinkled around the tub. He sat on the edge of the tub, gently running his fingers through your wet locks. You sighed and closed your eyes as your body relaxed.

“Do you need anything, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice so velvety smooth, like thick and sweet honey.

You shake your head and bring a hand up out of the water and gently stroked his forearm, smiling up at him with those sweet eyes that always made him melt.

He smiles at you and a small chuckle rumbles from his chest and he kisses the top of your head.

“Let me wash your hair for you, princess,” he murmurs against your wet hair and you nod in response.

Leon grabs the shampoo and lathers it between his calloused palms and then gently massages it into your scalp. Your eyes flutter from the soothing feeling, nearly putting you to sleep.

He rinses the suds from your hair and conditions the ends of your strands, combing through them to detangle any knots.

Once you were nice and clean, Leon drains the water from the tub and helps you stand up, taking a fresh towel and drying off every inch of your body.

“Thank you,” you murmur softly, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. He smiles and scoops you up into his arms and walks out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he gently lays you down on the silk sheets.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. You’re my princess,” he coos, bringing his face close and brushing his nose against yours. He cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It starts out gentle and sweet, but quickly turns more intense.

You pull away, nearly gasping for air and look into his eyes, the blue irises nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils.

“You know, I know you just got out of the bath, but I kinda wanna get you dirty again,” he mutters against the shell of your ear, his large hand coming to slide up and down your thigh, making your breath hitch.

“Leon,” you whispered, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer as slick begins to pool between your legs and your cunt throbs. His smirk turns into a wide grin.

“Hmm? Want me to make you feel good, princess?” he coos, sliding his hand from your thigh to your aching core. His rough fingers gently rub against your wet hole and then slide up to circle around your clit. “You’re already so fucking wet, baby.”

“Please,” you breathe, rolling your head back and biting your bottom lip, hips bucking up against his hand. He chuckles and moves lower down your body, peppering sweet kisses along the way until his face is hovering over your glistening pussy.

“So needy. Don’t worry, honey. Princess will get anything and everything she wants,” he purrs, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin. His tongue flicks out and he licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, lingering and swirling around the sensitive nub and making you jerk in response. His hands grasp at your thighs, spreading them wide and holding you down to the bed so that you can’t squirm away from him.

As he devours your cunt, Leon’s cock is hard and throbbing, straining against his sweatpants and leaking precum from the tip onto the fabric. He grinds against the mattress while he’s licking your pussy. You look down to see how his hips are practically humping the bed and your lips part to speak.

“Leon. Want your cock,” you manage to choke out between the soft, pathetic whimpers.

He groans against your cunt from hearing your soft voice and pulls away. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you, princess?” he growls, his voice rough and deep. You nod your head weakly, hands coming out towards him, trying to grab onto him to pull him closer.

Leon chuckles at how desperate you look, eyes glazed over as you try to paw at him. He quickly pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the ground beside the bed and then pulls down his sweats just enough to pull out his dick. Your eyes dart down to his cock, half-lidded and you just lay there admiring how fucking pretty it is. You’ve seen it a thousand times, but it really is the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

He drags the tip along your pussy, coating himself in your slick and nudging at your clit, making you whine and dig your fingers into his shoulders. He smirks and then pushes his thick cock fully into you slowly and sensually, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you stretch out around him.

“Fuck,” he breathes shakily. “Always so fucking tight for me, baby.”

He tries his very best to take it slow, but the feeling of your cunt clamping down on his cock sends him into a frenzy, slamming his hips into yours as he grips onto your thighs and pulls your legs over his shoulders. Your moans and mewls only serve to encourage him as he bullies his cock in and out of you.

“Leon, I-,” you babble, eyes fluttering as your bury your face into his shoulder.

“What is it, baby? Wanna cum?” he coos, moving his hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. You nod your head and whine, clutching at him and digging your nails into his back. “That’s it, princess,” he growls, “I want this pretty pussy to cum all over my cock.”

His words send you spiraling, eyes rolling to the back of your head and back arching off the bed as the heat in your belly begins to overflow and spread throughout your veins. Cunt fluttering and clamping down so hard on Leon’s cock that his hips start to sputter.

You’re a moaning mess, whimpering and whining, driving him over the edge even more. Leon slams into you with a loud groan as he spills every drop of his thick, hot cum deep inside you, coating your walls white with stickiness.

He sighs and reluctantly pulls out of you, his dick twitching at the sight of his cum oozing out of your stretched out hole. “I love you, princess,” he says hoarsely before planting a sweet kiss to your forehead and stroking your hair.

You smile sweetly at him, panting and trying to catch your breath. “Well, now I’m gonna need another bath. But I love you, too,” you tease.

[ihatealimore]

Moonlight

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Sitting atop the hotel roof, Kurapika gazes above, immersed in the canopy of stars in the night sky. Despite the late hour, a sense of melancholy washes over him like cresting waves crashing against the shoreline. You and Kurapika had spent most of the day working together to recover a pair of scarlet eyes. Something he greatly appreciated, nonetheless, he was still feeling hollow. Empty.

The sound of the rooftop door opening doesn't even draw his attention. You sit down beside him, offering him a single red flower, "Rose for your thought? A guy was selling them in the lobby for Valentines Day."

"Thank you, (Y/N)," Kurapika takes the rose and brushes his fingers against its velvet petals. He lowers his eyes from the sky to inspect it closer before setting it down beside him. 

"The stars remind me of home," He admits without looking at you, a hint of longing in his voice, "Back when... The clan was still alive."

"I'm sure it must be difficult," You console him while hugging your knees to your chest, looking up at the sky.

"It is. You think you're accustomed to the pain, but then some days, it just hits harder than usual," He murmurs, leaning back on his palms, a constellation of stars reflecting in his grey eyes, "But I believe dwelling on past tragedies won't change anything. I'd rather focus on doing what I can to honor my clan's memory."

The mention of home stirs up old memories that are both sweet and painful. He can't help but appreciate your presence next to him as you had always been his pillar amidst the chaos. These conversations with you always left him feeling vulnerable, yet stronger somehow.

"That's a good way to look at it," You say softly, "I'm sure they'd be proud of you and all."

Kurapika lets out a dry chuckle, "I hope so," He turns to look at you, his eyes turning scarlet in the dim light of the moon. His voice drops lower as he holds your gaze, saying sincerely, "You're different from others, (Y/N). You understand what it's like for me. You've been there when no one else was. It... Means more than I can express."

The confession leaves his heart racing and cheeks warm with unspoken emotions, feelings that were always an undercurrent in your relationship but never acknowledged openly until now. Your presence has become something of a balm against old wounds, providing comfort where words often fail him.

You turn your head to look at him, surprise morphing your face before a soft smile dances on your lips, "Well, someone has to, huh?" You tease him in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"I suppose so," The Kurta responds matching your teasing tone. He chuckles quietly, feeling a lightness replace the heaviness in his chest, "Thank you for being that someone, (Y/N)."

Your joke managed to do what few could, draw genuine laughter from him amidst his sorrow. He feels a sudden surge of gratitude for this person seated next to me who has done more than simply understand his pain, who shares it with him and still finds reasons for them both to smile.

"Oh, look," You point toward the stars, tracing out a constellation into the intangible space above you both, "There's Orion."

Kurapika follows your line of sight, observing silently before a nostalgic smile touches his lips, "Pairo and I used to spend countless nights stargazing just like this. We had memorized every single constellation."

"Oh, so you must be more knowledgeable than me," You take his hand in yours, index fingers aligned as you point upward, "Show me some more."

His heart rate quickens, the warmth of your skin instantly spreading through him. He swallows hard but manages to keep his composure as he points your joined hands towards another starry formation.

"That's Cassiopeoia... And over there," He guides your fingers further right, "Is Ursa Major."

As you and him spot more constellations together under the night sky, Kurapika feels an indescribable sense of tranquility washing over him. A rare moment where he can forget about everything for a while and just live in the here and now. A simple act has never felt so intimate before, perhaps it's because he found himself longing for more moments that belong only to you and him.

After a lingering moment of silence, you hum in thought, musing aloud, "Guess we're pretty small in comparison."

"Indeed," Kurapika agrees, looking down at your intertwined hands, "In the grand scheme of things, we're just tiny moments in this vast universe."

Yet as he speaks these words, there's no trace of disappointment or despair, instead an acceptance and even a strange kind of peace. Their significance on the cosmic scale strikes him less terrifying when he's here with you, shining brightly in times when everything else had seemed dark.

"But that doesn't mean our existence is insignificant, (Y/N)," He turns to you with a knowing smile, "Just like these stars, each one of us has a unique light to offer and together we can create constellations."

"I like that. It's poetic," You say with a smile as Kurapika sets your hand back down, however, you keep your fingers intertwined with his.

"I must have picked it up from you."

Kurapika chuckles lightly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He couldn't deny how right this felt, the smooth play of your fingers against his. He lets a contented sigh escape from his lips as you and him fall into a comfortable silence once more, your eyes drawn to the mesmerizing dance of stars above.

A peaceful calm that he doesn't often feel wraps around him. It makes him realize how much he appreciates these calm moments with you amidst the calamity of his life. Simply existing together under millions of distant lights. 

When you lean your head against his shoulder gently, he stiffens for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact. But then he relaxes again, adjusting his position to accommodate you better.

"It's a beautiful night," Kurapika whispers, matching the tranquility of the evening with his voice, "Thank you, (Y/N). For being here with me."

"No need to thank me," You reassure him easily, "I like being around you, Kurapika."

Kurapika's heart skips a beat at your admission. He swallows, glancing down to see your head still rested against his shoulder.

"I... I like being around you too, (Y/N)," He confesses, the hushed words tumbling vulnerably from his lips.

Flickers of moonlight illuminate the features of your face, those gentle eyes reflecting the twinkling stars above, that soft smile warming him from within. Kurapika finds himself lost in this moment, watching you with a newfound awareness. The vast universe seems to dim into insignificance compared to the captivating constellation seated next to him.

To him, you are radiant and endlessly intriguing. Like a galaxy full of secrets waiting to be unraveled. You're beautiful and elusive like a shooting star that left him enthralled. As terrifying and new as all this may seem, it feels inherently right for him to acknowledge these feelings towards you tonight.

"(Y/N)," He starts softly without breaking his gaze, "I..."

The next hushed words calmly slip from your lips without hesitation, "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" 

His heart pounds loudly in his chest as he takes a moment to process your statement. The phrase was often used as a romantic and indirect way of saying 'I love you', something he had learned during his travels.

"Yes," He finally manages to breath out, meeting your eyes with resolute determination, "It truly is. As are you."

For the first time that night, Kurapika feels an edge of nervous anticipation creeping up, a surprising shiver running down his spine. 

Your expression softens further upon hearing his words, leaning more into his touch, "Think this is fate?"

"Fate, destiny," Kurapika muses gently, "I have never put much stock into such concepts before."

But as he watches your face illuminated by the moonlight and stars, so close yet somehow still feeling ethereal, he finds himself reconsidering.

He quietly confesses, "But with you. It feels less like chance and more like an inevitable collision of destinies that were always meant to intertwine."

This shared moment between them brings him closer than ever before to believing in something beyond facts or reason. That there might be some hidden threads tying them together despite the odds. 

You smile, one that is both his undoing and his salvation tonight, "That's... very sweet."

Kurapika feels a strange sense of satisfaction at your words, his heart beating erratically in his chest, "That's just how I feel."

"Kurapika?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?" He responds, his voice a low murmur in the serene quiet of their surroundings.

He moves closer to you, reducing the distance between you and him until he can count the number of breaths you take. He was ready for any question or request from you, acutely aware of every little detail, the way his name sounds when spoken by you softly into the calm night, how his heart flutters anxiously yet excitedly in his chest.

You lean in, your breath hot on his cheeks until your lips finally connect with his, soft and warm like a summer day. Taken aback for a moment, Kurapika freezes.

But then it all clicks into place, the way your breath had hitched before you leaned in, the subtle shift in your gaze. It was what he had been hoping for.

He cups your face gently with one hand and returns the kiss earnestly, an intimate dance between them under their curtain of stars. When his lips part from yours, he realizes he's never known true winter until now. You're peering at him with a gaze full of longing, something that's mirrored in his own eyes.

Kurapika takes a moment to gather his thoughts, still reeling from the intimate moment you and him shared. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around you securely as he looks back at you.

"I..." His breath catches in his throat and Kurapika finally admits it out loud, "I've never felt this way before."

The lingering taste of your lips feels like frost on a winter morning, cold yet indescribably beautiful, unforgettable. He feels strangely exposed yet safe under these glowing constellations. 

"Me either," You admit, your tone vulnerable, "But I'd like to explore this with you."

A sigh of relief falls from his lips at your reply. He wraps his arms around you a little tighter, pulling you close until your bodies are flush against each other.

"I'd like that too," He whispers back, leaning in to steal another kiss, slower this time, filled with promises of shared tomorrows and nights like these painted under the myriad colors of love.

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• When Solomon and MC decide to take a shower together, it would be a memorable and flirty experience. Solomon would be amused by their shared closeness and intimacy, making jokes and complimenting MC's appearance.

• During the shower, Solomon would make sure to pay special attention to cleaning MC, rubbing their body with his hands and making sure that every inch of their skin is clean. Solomon would also make sure to use gentle but flirtatious language when speaking to MC, letting them know just how irresistible they are to him.

• Taking a shower with MC would be a very intimate and special experience for him. Both Solomon and MC would likely feel some degree of nervousness and excitement, especially when they first began stripping down and entering the shower.

• He would likely be very nervous and unsure of how to proceed, as he doesn't want to overstep MC's boundaries or make them uncomfortable. Yet at the same time he would be excited and eager to share this experience with them.

• He would take things slowly and cautiously, making sure that MC is comfortable and okay with what is happening every step of the way. Solomon would be patient, gentle, and reassuring, making sure that this is an enjoyable and memorable experience for both of them.

• As they finish showering and dry each other off, Solomon would likely feel close to MC and appreciate the special moment they had together.

• If MC were to give Mammon a chance to take a shower with them, Mammon would most likely be a bit shy at first (He's actually over the moon).

• Once he warmed up to the prospect, however, he would become quite playful and possibly even flirty with MC.  This also leads to some playful, romantic moments between them. Overall, Mammon would definitely enjoy taking a shower with MC.

• He would certainly enjoy the experience, as showering with someone he cares about is a great way for Mammon to bond. (He'll show this off to other brothers for rest of his life)

• Now, Mammon wants to take a shower with MC agian, he'll make sure to prepare things in advance. He might have put some rose petals and candles in the bathroom or even bought some new lingerie for the occasion.

• Then, when everything is ready, he'll gently lead MC into the bathroom and start to remove their clothes, looking at them mischievously and seductively. Once they're both in the shower, he'll soap up MC's body and give them a loving scrubdown, making sure they feel clean and cherished.

• As their time together draws to a close, Mammon will tenderly dry the MC off, and together they'll head to the bedroom to continue their evening's festivities.

• If MC wants to wash Mammon's hair and touches him, he likely feels a combination of pleasure and arousal. He enjoys the physical sensations of being touched, especially by someone he cares for, and he may even feel a bit of euphoria from the sensory experience.

• He might also feel a bit of embarrassment, as this is a vulnerable position to be in, but he likely trusts MC enough to enjoy the experience.

[blackberrysummerblog]

Hi all! Thank you @rimeswithpurple, @cutestkilla, @thewholelemon, and @forabeatofadrum for the recent tags! I can’t believe it’s already this late in the year. It’s not Sunday yet, but I’m working tomorrow so I’m just going ahead and posting early so I can feel like I did something. I know tomorrow can be a hard day for some, but here’s wishing a very Happy Mother’s Day to those of you to whom it applies, and a peaceful day to those for whom it’s a little more difficult ❤️

I’ve been relatively busy with my writing this week (GASP) so I have a couple of things to share. First, some Baz POV from the second chapter of The Field Trap—things are looking up at last:

Eight snakes and a dragon. I knew he would be wet when he came blustering in—it’s why I unpacked his rucksack and laid his spare clothes out by the lit stove—but I still wasn’t prepared for the sight of Simon Snow’s ridiculously thin t-shirt and uniform pants cleaving to his body as though they’d become part of his skin. His chest is heaving, his curls are dripping in his eyes, and he’s holding aloft a brace of four large rabbits that he’s already cleaned.

Honey, I’m home, he’d said, and I know it was a joke, but if I wasn’t dead before, I certainly am now.

“Wipe your feet before you come in any farther,” I say shortly. “Dry clothes are by the fire.” I turn my back and hear him laying down the rabbits and his bow and arrows. Two loud thumps signal his shoes coming off, and then there’s the slushy sound of wet cloth rubbing against itself as Simon makes his way over to the fire.

“You laid my clothes out for me,” he says, like he’s awestruck. I bite the inside of my cheek and stare up at the ceiling, trying not to visualize what’s going on behind me as I hear his sodden clothes hitting the floor. “Baz?”

“What.” Who am I kidding, I’m very much visualizing all of it.

“You can look.” His throat sounds dry. I shake my head, eyes squeezed shut now with the effort of holding my fangs in. “Do you not want to?”

I try to think about everything I told him earlier. He’s going to end up following the Mage to the end of our world someday, and I’ll have to stand with my family. I think about my fangs, ready to burst from my gums at just a hair’s more provocation. I think about how inexperienced with all this I am, and I feel hopeless. And yet…

I turn around.

My second share is from the piece I’m doing for COBB, which I’m really happy to say that the first 5000 word chapter is completely written for. I feel strangely…competent? LOL. Here’s a bit of Dev POV:

And he did. I watched with a cold sort of horror as my cousin, always the more powerful magician of the two of us, stood on our balcony and asked the universe for a handsome man with blue eyes, golden skin dusted with stars, and curls that were neither fully blond nor brown. He would be strong, brave of heart, and make the best sour cherry scones in the world (sour cherry? That’s not even a real type of scone, I wanted to say). Instead I’d said, “That doesn’t sound impossible,” in spite of the sparkly-sounding skin. Baz had given me stink-eye as only he could and can, before adding the coup de grace: “He will have the blood-red wings of a dragon, and a tail.”

It had taken all I had not to burst into laughter at that, but my headstrong cousin was already pressing rose petals into the potion and blowing his breath onto them as he tossed them out into the night air. “Baz,” I’d admonished, but the spell was cast, his heartbroken wish already caught by the breeze and curling up, up, towards where the full moon hung heavy and silent in the sky.

Have a great week everyone! No-pressure tags: @drowninginships @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @nightimedreamersworld @arthurkko @artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @iamamythologicalcreature @aristocratic-otter @tender-ministrations @valeffelees @mooncello @confused-bi-queer @beastmonstertitan @prettygoododds @youarenevertooold @raenestee @roomwithanopenfire @asocialpessimist @hushed-chorus @papierhaikuphoto @stitchy-queerista @orange-peony @brilla-brilla-estrellita @ivelovedhimthroughworse @bookish-bogwitch @c0nsumemy5oul @aceumbrellaheroes @larkral @letraspal @stardustasincocaine @cows4247 @shrekgogurt @j-nipper-95 @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @wellbelesbian @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @onepintobean @theearlgreymage @imagineacoolusername @mostlymaudlin @shutup-andletme-go @sailorblossoms @hertragedyconnoisseur @yellobb @ionlydrinkhotwater @alleycat0306

[scribblesbyavi]

Dhwani - a beautiful dream.

We met at a friend's wedding and she was from the bride's side while I was from the groom's. Upon introduction, we started talking and it just kind of continued. I realised that she was younger than me but we instantly clicked. She seemed like an introvert as she didn't mingle with the other guests much. She was very friendly and told me that she has heard about me and my friend from her cousin. But it was already night time the first day so we couldn't talk much. So I looked forward to see her the next day.

In the morning, I kind of looked for her but couldn't find her. Then I went on to get some of my stuff from the car and that's when I saw her near the garden with a beautiful maroon shawl and some flowers in her hand, white and red roses. She was coming for the stairs and I approached towards her and suddenly some flowers fell out of her hand. I told her to stop a while and that I'll pick them up. I started picking them while looking at her and our eyes met each other's. It was not the first time that our eyes met because we had already seen each other the night before but this time was something different. I handed her the flowers, all but one petal. The last one, which I picked of a red rose and kept in my front pocket. She smiled and I asked, "What will you do with these flowers?", to which she replied that she would dry them and keep them inside her books. Amazingly, I loved dry flowers too. I thought to myself, "How in the world she loves them too? But it is not impossible right? I mean, who doesn't love flowers? but also dried?"

Then we both left for our rooms to get ready for the wedding.

It was my time to get dressed but some family member had already occupied my washroom and most of the hotel rooms were occupied and so I was asked to use one of the available rooms. I was okay with that as weddings can be such, specially when family members from all parts of the region have come to attend it. And some of them had reached the hotel on that very morning. Then I walked the hallway with some of my clothes and searched for the room. I found the room no. 207 and without thinking much I rang the door bell of the room and a little girl opened it. Her name was Mouni or Munni, as much as I remembered from all the introductions from yesterday. The important thing was that she was Dhwani's little sister. So I expected Dhwani to be nearby. I looked around the room as much as I could before going all the way inside and there she was, Dhwani, all dressed in her traditional attire.

Dhwani was standing in front of the mirror and she was looking absolutely stunning. I didn't say much. I just explained my situation that all the rooms were occupied so I was told to come here. She immediately acknowledged and graciously offered her washroom and sat on the bed. She started searching for something in her black bag. I planned to have a shower and change myself there itself. I came out after a while and asked if I could borrow a comb. She offered one and now we were getting ready together. It was just the two of us in the room now as Mouni has gone to have her breakfast. Dhwani was wearing a cream colored mekhela sador and was doing her touchups and her makeup. I was wearing my black kurta. I wanted to talk to her about something so I asked her about the makeup kit. She explained to me which item is called what and how it works. I heard words like primer, powder and messcara and understood most of it, may be because I wanted to understand. She said that the kit was only for occasions like this and otherwise she uses some kajal and lipstick only. Then she asked if she can do my makeup as well. And I agreed as most of my stuff were in my room which was occupied. So it was a win-win for me. She started with some moisturizer, followed by a cream, but during this very professional makeup process I was just looking at her eyes, and god her eyes, I could look at them all day. She was praising my skin the whole time and I swear that I never thought so highly of my face or my skin. It would be unfair to not add this but at one point I did try to see us together in the big mirror in front of us. And then suddenly some other people came in to the room and after a while her mother as well and to her she said that she was just helping everyone with their makeup and that she tried her hands a bit on me as well.

Then the whole day went by and we saw each other from time to time while the wedding rituals went by. There was people everywhere and everyone was busy with something, so as the both of us. But whenever we saw each other we exchanged smiles and that was a different feeling altogether.

In the afternoon we all went to change as the reception would start in a few hours. I quickly changed and came to the reception hall so that I can see her but she had not yet arrived. I went to the room where the newly married couple was getting ready and I saw that some flowers are not being used by the bride so I asked the hair dresser and also the bride if I could keep one. They both said okay and my friend gave me the task to create a playlist to play during the reception. I agreed and left after clicking a few pictures with them. But soon realised that I was not that great with party music. I sat near the music system and tried to create a playlist but all the songs I was coming up were the same old generic wedding songs that everyone plays in the weddings, whereas, I wanted to create something special for my friend. I went to the balcony for some inspiration and that is when Dhwani came to my rescue. It was as if she came there in search of me. She came and stood near me and I told her about the playlist. I don't know how but she was way comfortable with me. We both sat in the balcony and she instantly started working on the playlist. Now we were a team and both of us started picking songs one by one. I didn't quite knew some of the songs she had suggested, so she sang bits and parts of the song so that I could recognize them and after a while we were ready with a solid playlist with a perfect combination of party music and wedding songs. And that is when she asked me if I would like to go out with her for a walk as it was getting a bit hot inside the wedding hall and also that there is still some time for the couple to arrive at the reception.

So we took the back door and climbed down the stairs from the second floor to the ground. I was wearing a kurta and she was wearing a saree, both all dressed up, now walking the streets in the evening. This is when we passed by a grocery store upon which she said, "What if we went in like this all dressed up?" I laughed and asked her if she would like to go grocery shopping with me. To which she agreed playfully. In my head I could think of a kickass reply but only after a while, "but the kids are waiting for us at home, no?"

After walking for a while I made the gesture of throwing a cricket ball to which she asked what I did and I said, "nothing". That puzzled her a bit. Then I put my hand inside my pocket and found the flower that I kept from the bride's hair makeup. I gave the beautiful white flower to her and she took it with a smile. She asked what flower it is, to which I replied, "chrysanthemum". She nodded to that. Then I said that she could add this one to her collection of dry flowers. She nodded once again.

We kept walking and it was almost dark by then and so we decided to return. Then I thought to myself that we barely even talked. I wished that the walk could go on a little longer and that I could talk a bit more with her. That is when I saw an ice cream wala. I told her that we can have some ice cream and then we can go back. She agreed. Then we went to have ice cream. I had to get my chocolate ice cream and she took strawberry. This is when we waited a while to enjoy the ice cream and we talked about the wedding. While talking about both the families and their relations she mentioned that she is actually a bit of an introvert and that she can't approach anyone directly. Then I asked her how she was able to talk to me, to which she replied that she was introduced to me by her sister and that is when we started talking from the first day and so it kind of continued. May be we both knew each other from somewhere? I don't know.

I then told her about having a bit of self confidence in us because some things have to be said by us because no one else can think exactly like us so we have to be able to express them in our own way to the world. She then mentioned that she creates art and writes poems and that she also sings and plays the guitar. I was amazed and told her to play something for me as well someday. I also told her that I tried my hand on the ukulele but failed miserably. Then she said that may be I didn't try hard enough with proper focus and so I should give it one more try. Then we returned to the venue and decided to take the lift.

While walking towards the lift we talked about our favourite books and authors and she recommended me some of her favorites. I also read one of my favourite urdu poems to her in the lift and trust me when I say this that I don't usually do such things. And when the lift reached our floor and the door opened, it was playing our playlist in the reception hall. I said, "our background music" to which she smiled and then her phone rang. She told me to come after a while so that no one would know that we were together. She walked in to the hall and after a few minutes I went in. There were guests everywhere, guests taking photos with the newly wedded couple, everyone dancing and celebrating but we could still find each other in the crowd and smile at each other.

After a while we planned to have dinner so she went with her family and I went with mine. After dinner I couldn't find her. I thought she might be clicking pictures somewhere. So I went to meet my friends, some of them just came from downstairs. One friend of mine randomly talked about some family members already leaving. I didn't think it was her. But soon realised that she had left with her family without saying a word, without a good bye.

avis

(i don't usually do long form content here but let's see if my people likes it. thank you for supporting and loving my work so far. it means the world to me.)

[yandere-paramour]

Jamie's Wedding Night

"Are you comfortable, Sir?" The maid smoothed the turned-down covers and turned to him expectantly, "Do you need anything? Another blanket or something to help you sleep?"

"N-No," Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, pulling at a loose thread in the lining of his nightdress, "I'm fine. Thank you."

"Please have a pleasant night, and congratulations on your marriage to Lady Asteria," The maid bowed and left.

Alone in the large bedroom, Jamie pulled his legs to his chest and lay his head on his knees. His stomach churned. He had eaten little at the reception dinner, claiming a "nervous stomach" that his... wife did not fully accept, and the staff had refused to give him any more than a single glass of champagne on her orders. He wasn't drunk; not even he had that little of a tolerance. The nervous stomach he claimed was far from untrue, it felt like he could vomit or faint or something at any moment.

Asteria, she would be coming soon. Once the wedding guests started to take their leave, Asteria had taken Jamie by the waist and politely excused him, instructing the maids and manservants to take him upstairs and prepare him for the wedding night. He was whisked away, helped to undress from his outfit and veil, and made to sit and relax while the staff scrambled around getting things ready.

The bath was relaxing. The maids had really gone all out, filling the hot water with scented oils and Epsom salts. The manservants lifted him (unnecessarily, Jamie might add) into the bath, guiding his head onto a bath pillow. They put a cooling gel mask over his eyes, blocking out the soft light, and multiple pairs of hands massaged his entire body while another washed his hair. By the time they actually got around to the gentle scrubbing they used to clean him, he was almost boneless with relaxation. They cleaned every inch of him, every inch, and Jamie was mortified, but he was much too powerless and hesitant to stop them. He was simply glad the cleaning stayed external.

After the long bath, the servants patted him dry, massaged unscented lotion into every inch of his skin, and dressed him in a green silk nightshirt, the hem hanging to his knees. The fabric was soft, keeping him both cool and warm at the same time. He was deposited right in the middle of the bed, clean, ready, and waiting to be taken.

Jamie fiddled with a rose petal, feeling the softness between his fingers. He liked roses well enough, especially white ones. These were red, but the sentiment was nice anyway.

Honestly, the whole room was nice. The room was dimly lit, just light enough to read by. Lit candles added extra ambient light and had a pleasant side-effect of making the room smell floral and dreamy. If not for what he knew would be taking place later that night, Jamie might have felt relaxed or even a little sleepy.

The doorknob jiggled, and Jamie froze, the petal falling from his hand.

"Beloved?" Asteria knocked on the door, calling to him, "I'm coming in now."

Moving slowly, Asteria let herself into the room, locking the door behind her. Her white heels, matching her white wedding outfit, clacked against the floor as she walked over to him. She was taller than him in those heels, but only by an inch or so. She sat on the bed, not quite touching him, but still close. He fought the urge to cower away from her. After all these months, he still felt awkward with her. She took off her heels, giving her feet a slight rub.

"It's hell being in these all day. You'd think I'd be used to them by now," Asteria flexed her feet back and forth, "Did you have a nice bath? The maids treat you well?"

"Yes, it was nice. They were very kind, thank you," Jamie spoke softly, inclining his head in thanks.

"That's good. They should be nice, you are their new young master."

Jamie didn't know how to respond to that, so he stayed quiet, back to mindlessly pulling the thread on his hem. They sat there in silence for a minute, Asteria rubbing her feet and Jamie watching her, unconsciously flexing his own feet as well.

"Well, I'm going to go grab a quick shower and get ready for tonight," Asteria stretched, popping her back, "Do you need anything? I have all the streaming channels, let me get you the remote."

"No-" Jamie scrambled to stop her, then flinched back before they touched, "I don't-I'm not"

Asteria held up a hand, "It's alright, you don't have to. How about I call for a cup of relaxing tea for you? And you can try to read a little. I had your books brought this morning."

He followed her gestured hand to the second shelf of the right nightstand where his books were waiting. Jamie ran his fingertips over the well-worn titles that had only yesterday been on the shelf in his bedroom at home, feeling oddly touched.

"Y-Yes. Thank you."

Asteria gave him a smile, called for a nearby maid to bring Jamie a cup of tea, and went to the bathroom by herself to wash up.

Embroiled in the prose of a novel he had read 20 times over, Jamie started to relax. He thanked the maid who brought him a cup of tea, and the warm liquid easily slipped down his throat, warming him from the inside out. Earl Grey, his favorite. The familiarity of his preferred tea combined with an anticipated story calmed him enough to not notice Asteria until she was right next to him, bare skin glowing in her pale peach chemise.

"Jamie?"

Her sudden voice and the gentle hand on his shoulder startled him and he jumped, book falling to the floor. Asteria caught it with ease, closing the novel and setting it on his nightstand calmly.

"I-I apologize-" Jamie started, "I didn't hear-"

"No, it's my fault, don't worry," Asteria sat on what he presumed was her side of the bed, "I should not have started you. Are you alright?"

"I-I am fine, thank you."

"Good. It would not do for me to have my darling husband distressed on his wedding night."

Just like that, the uneasiness in Jamie's stomach was back. He wasn't so naive that he didn't know what happened on wedding nights. He knew he would be expected to... perform, to remove his clothing and bare himself to this domineering woman who had forcibly taken the reins of his life in such short months. The thought made him nauseous, made him sick to his stomach in such a fearful, visceral way. He sat rigid, watching Asteria dry her long hair, mind suspended in another world of unwanted touches and forced pleasure.

When Asteria was done, she called Jamie's name, trying to get his attention. When he didn't answer, she moved closer, careful not to startle him again. Her lovely husband was lost in his own thoughts, a worried expression on his face. Asteria longed to comfort him, to remove all traces of stress and strain from his fragile mind, keeping him happy, healthy, and shielded from harm's way with her for the rest of his life. The wedding had eased her fears, satiated a little bit of that possessive part in her, but it could never be fully sated. Not with him upset like this.

Asteria was within inches of Jamie, and her fingertips ghosted over the peach fuzz on his cheek. Growing a little more concerned, she decided to take more drastic measures. Taking care to be gentle and stay chaste, Asteria placed a tender hand on Jamie's bare thigh, her fingertips barely breaching the hem of his nightdress.

With a horrified scream, Jamie flew back, head jerking, the middle of his spine thankfully hitting the protectively padded part of the headboard. Asteria's phantom handprint burned on his thigh like a brand, and he felt like vomiting. Fat, salty tears fell down his face, dripping onto the green silk of his nightdress. He apologized profusely, begging for understanding.

"P-Please, I-I'm sorry, I don't-" Jamie cried, his entire body trembling in fear, "I-I didn't mean to-"

Face unreadable, Asteria moved toward him and Jamie flinched again, trying to scramble away from her, but she was faster. In seconds, she had him by both of his bony shoulders, forcing him to look at her head-on. Jamie recoiled, unsure if he expected to be yelled at, hit, or something worse.

What he did not expect was for Asteria to manhandle his body into her lap, his back to her chest. He flailed in a panic, but she had her hands resting on the swell of his stomach, humming some tuneless melody in his right ear. She pulled a thick blanket up to his shoulders, wrapping him into a little burrito. It surprised no one more than him but he started to calm. The petrified apologies falling from his lips fell silent, his panicked flailing relaxed, and he leaned a little more comfortably on Asteria's chest. The room wasn't chilly, but the blanket was warm on Jamie's body. The gentle hand on his stomach turned into soft pats on his hair.

Against his will, Jamie started to feel tired. But was it really against his will? His courting, wedding, and reception were a long affair, and he had never truly protested. He met the Montclairs at a party, his parents had enthusiastically accepted Asteria's bid to court him, and then they accepted her marriage proposal. He was told in no uncertain terms that his marriage would be happening so he should submit like he always did, and he did.

But this position felt kind of... comforting in a way. Asteria, a woman who he thought was an oppressive tyrant who had met Jamie, courted him, and married him all in the span of a year, was holding him like a baby. He was warm, comfortable, and honestly felt a little safe.

"Are you feeling better now, my love?" Asteria pressed a gentle kiss to Jamie's forehead, and to his surprise, disgust did not rise within him.

"Yeah... I'm okay now... I'm sorry," Jamie peeped.

"It's not your fault," She caressed his cheek, "I moved too quickly. I apologized."

"But... it's our wedding night."

"Look at me, Jamie," Asteria took his chin gently but firmly in her hands, turning him to look her in the eyes, "Just because it is our wedding night does not mean you cannot refuse me. If you're not ready, you're not ready."

"I'm-what?"

"I will not violate your consent. I would never. I will not care for you in that way until you ask for it yourself."

"Oh," Jamie squeaked, "T-Thank you."

"Don't concern yourself with that, darling boy. You've had a long day," Asteria rested her hand on Jamie's cheek, peering worriedly at his face, "You'll need to rest for a few days to regain your strength. I think it would be best for you in the manor, but if you behave well, I can ask one of the manservants to take you on a nice walk in the garden."

This flood of information overwhelmed an already exhausted Jamie, "O-Okay."

Asteria settled them both lying down in bed, Jamie tucked securely into her side, resting his head on her moderately-endowed chest. She stroked the bridge of Jamie's nose with her fingertip, causing his eyes to instinctually close, "Sleep, my dear husband. You're safe now. I'm here."

"Goodnight Asteria," Jamie's sleepy voice was soft and relaxed, and he snuggled more securely into his... wife.

"Goodnight beautiful boy," Asteria kissed him again, "I love you."

"I... love you too."

[crystallinestars]

Bathing Together

Kaveh enjoys taking baths with you. As much as he likes the sexual escapades you have in the bath together despite his complaints about how dangerous that is, he likes the chaste baths equally as much.

Kaveh fills the tub with warm water, adding scented oils and foaming bath salts to create a pleasant aroma. He also lights a few candles and places them in strategic locations to give the bathroom a warm glow, adding to the romantic ambience. As a finishing touch, Kaveh sprinkles a few red rose petals on top of the water’s surface. The architect pulls out all the stops to make your bath as romantic and relaxing as possible.

Soaking in the warm water with your back pressed against his chest is one of Kaveh’s favorite pastimes. The two of you use this time to talk about your day and enjoy each other’s presence after hours of separation, exchanging kisses and soft laughs when you play with the foam to give Kaveh horns or a silly beard. Kaveh even tries to build a miniature Palace of Alcazarzaray out of the foam, and it looks surprisingly good.

The first time you suggest washing each other, Kaveh grows flustered but gives in to your shiny, pleading eyes pretty quickly. He has a hard time saying no to you. Despite his initial reluctance, Kaveh finds that he really enjoys feeling your delicate touch when you gently wash his hair and massage his scalp. And though he insists he can wash his body himself, he melts when you carefully glides the loofa over his skin, soaping it up with a sweet-scented bodywash.

Something about having someone else take care of him in such a gentle, loving manner fills him with warmth and love, and he makes sure to reciprocate your kindness by washing your body in an equally loving and tender manner. He even dries you off when you step out of the tub, patting you dry with a fluffy towel and towel drying your hair thoroughly. He allows you to dry him too, though he insists on drying his hair himself since he’s very particular about caring for it.

Afterwards, once you’re both dressed in pajamas and bathrobes, Kaveh likes to cuddle with you on the bed, basking in the residual warmth from your bath and exchanging more tender kisses and sweet words.

[hismourningflower]

「 50 ways to say goodbye | kiss (don't tell!) event 」 lyney & thoma x gn!reader | fluff, established relationships | event entry. ↳ hey @meidnightrain lovey !! i'm your secret admirer this year !! i originally planned to do way more characters but i'm limiting myself to two per post so i don't get overwhelmed. you're an absolute pleasure to know and i hope 2024 treats you so well !!

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LYNEY never likes to say goodbye. it's his least favourite time of his day, whether it be the morning when he presses a chaste kiss to your sleepy face before he leaves for his day of work; magician or fatuus, or whether it be the evening when you promised to help your friend clean up work at the palais mermonia, ushering you out of the door to a location you know will be burying you in the smell of musty paperwork and potential papercuts that linger on your skin.

whatever his day entails he wishes that it would include you by his side permanently. it continues this way routinely, lithe fingers knit together with yours in a reluctance to ever let you go - unashamedly, it was a habit he wouldn't even swallow down in front of his siblings. lynette and freminet can only sigh after all, who would want to part their brother from his key to happiness?

he likes his habits, his routines; the one in particular he'll never get rid of is those beautiful rainbow roses he can conjure up before your very own eyes, amazed and dazzling as they drink in the pastel colours of every flower he holds before you in his gloved hands. in return, you'd taken to dry pressing every single faithful flower in an act of love. the day that lyney had found out, he'd pressed a kiss to your cheek and emphasised that you could use all the dried petals on your wedding day.

his siblings have to take a moment to cringe at their brother’s antics but they know fully well they’ll never be able to pry him from you. he gets too anxious without you at his side, even if he knows exactly where you are, he can’t shake off that mild separation anxiety that stems from his past, from his job that he holds as a secret like a guillotine over his head.

he hates goodbyes but no matter what, your cheerful smile when he appears within your line of sight again reminds him exactly why he keeps pushing through his day so that he can return you and the home you provide for him - the thing he’s always wanted in his life.

THOMA is a busy man! you knew that when you'd fell head over heels for the tall ginger male, his arms full of heavy wooden boxes as he moved something for the young master of the kamisato clan. he was a diligent worker and never failed to smile whenever the opportunity arose - what wasn't there to fall in love with? but as a minorly recognised workaholic, thoma is rarely able spend a day without uttering goodbye to you.

but before he leaves out the front door, his steps gentle and his hands never slamming it shut behind him, he makes food. whether he's cooked up breakfast to leave on your nightstand for when you finally wake up completely or he wrapped up leftovers from his own lunch - he'd never admit it but he always makes too much of his lunch specifically for you. of course, you'd never admit to him either about how a smile etches onto your face when you spot the food he leaves for you, even as you scold him for the actions you know he'll never stop.

next to the steaming plate of food, there'll always be a slightly crumpled piece of paper, his familiar scrawl scattered on the lines in the forms of i love yous, instructions for keeping warm and another recipe he'd had tucked up his sleeve. for the well-known fixer of inazuma and the housekeeper of the kamisato estate, he's oddly poetic with his words, with every word written with the utmost of love.

no matter how much you scold him lightly, pressing light kisses to his calloused skin, he'll never change his ways. in between all the rushing around and working off his feet, you're the calm in a storm for thoma. he comes home knowing that he has your warmth curled up on a cough in front of a fireplace, a crocheted blanket draped over your legs as you wait for him. there's dinner boiling in the kitchen, the scents of mixed spices and numerous other ingredients making the house smell more homely than usual.

goodbyes are difficult and lingering but he knows that at the end of the day, he gets to wrap his arms around you once more and finally relax.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬/𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warning: scars, talking about scars and how reader got them, self harm, battle wounds, getting naked - not smut, keeping it PG and sfw. 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・It was one of the first few times that you went home to Legolas’ kingdom 

・Sharing his chambers, you had stripped off to bathe

・The candlelight was dim. Slow flickering on every surface, lighting up the room with a warm glow. 

・The bath was warm, not scalding but the temperature that you desired. 

・Legolas had put in lavender oils and sprigs of thyme, and rose petals 

・He liked to do small things like that for you

・The white haired-elf was sitting at his wide oak desk, polishing his blade. His eyes flickered upwards and watched as you climbed in

・But his eyes didn’t cast downwards, instead, they kept on staring at the many scars along your naked form

・He had seen a few in your months of courting. But you never showed him the large red and white scars on your sides, back and arms

・“ Nin mel, hin scars, how did cin get hain?” (My love, these scars, how did you get them?)

・”Ha's a an sinnarn.” (It’s a long tale) you replied, sinking into the depths of the water. 

・You scarcely heard his footsteps. 

・”Man nad im mel na vedui” (it’s a good thing I love to listen.)

・He came behind you and took the washcloth from your hands, gently moving it across your back, shoulders and neck

・ “War can leave both mental and physical scars,” you started to talk and Legolas sat and listened. He never interrupted, only made small noises of encouragement. 

・Legolas was attentive. He memorised every word you said, while tracing the risen healed skin. 

・He asked you about every single one, where you got it, how you got it, which weapon was used. Some weren’t given by another being. The mind was a battle-field, and sometimes it was too overwhelming

・Legolas didn’t judge you, not once did you feel ashamed or guilty

・When the bath grew colder, Legolas helped you from your sitting position, with a towel ready

・He wrapped you up tight and walked with you to the bed. 

・Legolas treated you so tenderly. Brushing your hair, drying and dressing you. He even laid down beside you and kept on listening

・You didn’t even know you were clinging onto memories. That you needed to tell someone about what happened to you, and what you did to yourself

・You fell asleep in the Elve’s arms, and he wrapped himself protectively around you

・Legolas felt closer to you then, like he saw more of you, and now understood you better

[mikeysbabygirl]

Has anyone ever told you how good your writing is? Like - chef kisses - good? Anyway, awa hello! Draken is such a gentlemen, treat his girl right and is so careful, taking into account his built and strenght… but his girl… his girl want it rough. In fact, she likes it rough enough to border on "bitch, are you okay???"

WARNING : ehhmmm she likes it rough 👀, just a short thing since it's a pwp, Smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, Mean!Dom Draken, aftercare, Reader is a tease, acting all innocent 🙈 Draken literally pounding her, using her as a cock sleeve, nicknames ( love, princess, pretty whore... ), Creampie, Inupi simping over reader... Did i forget anything ?

Note : thanks so much for the feedback, it makes my day 🖤

Draken couldn't believed you would even let him near to you.

After all, what was he but dry blood on knuckles ?

But you, oh you... It's like your aura was made of poetry and roses.

Like a dragon met a lamb, armed in scaled of impenetrable gold, while you were soft and comforting in newborn wool. And upon meeting you, his walls and guards felt threatened by your weak soldiers, a smile, a spark in the eye, and they resisted.

He resisted, until he felt them falling like a leaf from a tree, pink petals lips, so soft to the touch, he never knew falling would hurt so much.

So he spent months covering his sharp edges, scared for your soft fingers to get pricked. Emma's loss left only pieces of him, and you were so reckless picking them all up, assembling all his parts that he feared nothing more than to cut you in the process.

How could he want anything else than to be gentle with your soft heart ? That gentle heart, that refuses to do anything but beat louder and harder.

Through the darkest corners of his mind, you sneak like the softest sunshine, through windows he didn't even knew existed and brush gently over his face, and suddenly his heart isn't broken anymore, he doesn't feel the cold constant bleeding anymore.

Yes, sometimes his wolves still roar a little too loud. Call of nature catches up and rawness tends to bring back the fire in his guts, he remembered perfectly the first time it happened.

As you laid under him for the first time, so fragile, raw, and beautiful, your clothes long discarded on the floor like pages of past he turned, he remembered how clenched his fists were, trying to soften every kiss, to lighten every touch and cancel any pressure his body was dying to apply.

He remembered the first time he made one with you, jaw tight, sinking deeper in the ocean of your eyes trying to drown that fire in his guts, burning to just give you all of himself, raw and rough. It took all of him not to just pound in you as hard as he wanted to, sink wolf's teeth deeper in your so soft skin.

But Draken was a gentleman, he would never risk scaring you away of him. You were the shiniest thing to ever graze his sky and he had no problem polishing his windows and the truth, embellishing the wild and romanticizing the rough for you.

Oh but little did he knew...

You might be soft in all the right ways, skin like silk and honey lips. But make no mistake, beneath it all, you mind, will, resolve, were hard as steel.

You were weed not flower, and you knew what was in your power to bring back in him and wanted all of it. Draken was sweet, and gentle with you, but you craved him, his true self, the one you knew he was holding back.

How could you possibly utter the words ? You were his pretty girl, the who who never raised her voice at him, whose touches were never different from those of a feather, who still blushed everytime you were indecently exposed to him even after months.

How could you possibly tell him that you wanted him to fuck you dumb until you forgot what your own name was ?

But no need for words when you owned the probably shortest sundress he had ever seen in his life. Wrapping yourself in the off-shoulder pink fabric and good intentions, you gripped the bento box you brought for him tighter the minute his eyes landed on you, when you entered the shop.

-" Hello " you smiled politely, offering your hand for Inupi to shake. The guy was just as, if not more respectful than Draken, he fought all along the urge to let his eyes slide toward your breasts and bare thighs and shook your hand, almost stuttering when he pronounced your name.

-" Glad to see you " he greeted you, he had saw you few times before and though he did not talk a lot, he still grew into liking you seeing how good and careful you were to his friend.

You smiled and your eyes drifted toward your boyfriend, sitting next to a bike but his hands no longer held any tool, you bit back a sly smile seeing how his eyes never left you.

-" Hi hon' " you approached him, already seeing him frown because you usually never gave him nicknames in front of his friends. But his eyes widened even more, along with Seishu's ones when you bent over to press a kiss on his cheek.

With how that damn dress was short, Seishu must have caught a glimpse of your panties, if only you wore ones... and Draken saw it too, through the glass behind.

Before the rush of anger could reach his brain, he found himself on his feet, excusing himself to Seishu and dragging you by the hand toward the back store. Already by how tight his hand was gripping your wrist, you knew the mission has been a success.

But the minute you reached the back store and he slammed the door shut, pinning you against it, you wondered slightly.

Could it be that you have gone a little bit too far ?

His hand on your stomach was pressing you flat against the wall, and your surprised eyes on him injected the slightest guilt into his blood.

-" The fuck, is wrong with you ?"

Every word of him was a needle sinking deeper in your skin, stern face so close to yours you could feel his warm minty breath hitting your lips.

-" Excuse me ?" You wore the indignation tailor made, gaining a frown from him that told you, you had good acting skills." No, what is wrong with you? I... I just thought you could... Use some lunch ? "

What a devil in disguise, but what he didn't knew couldn't hurt him right ? What hurt him was the little frown between your brows and the tilt of your head.

That oblivious ignorance of yours, that provocation so pure for his carnivorous sense of destruction. That so desperate cute face you made blazing like a hurricane in his lower abdomen.

-" I... Honestly I don't know what's happenin' Ken, did I... Do something wrong ?"

The pressure he was previously putting on your stomach decreased until, as if he was burned, retracted his hand and ran it through his hair, sighing loudly.

What the fuck am I doing ? He thought.

-" Look, I'm... "

He was struggling, obviously. And you felt a little bit guilty for this, fear of having scared you haunting all of his what if's, he didn't even found it in him to touch you again.

-" I'm sorry, 'kay ?"

Leaning on his elbows against the wall, Draken let his forehead gently fall against yours, closing his eyes. Never has he ever apologized, ever. But regrets were nipping at his brain like their last meal, he could not lose you to his rough nature.

-" I just... Can't have you walking 'round like that, can't have everyone eye-fucking what's mine. "

You could not help the slight curves of your lips hearing those words, and he ran his thumb over the plump of your lips absentmindedly.

-" Y'just too pure, princess. Don't know what kind of things your body does to guys. " He gulped down at the parting of your lips. " Things you do t'me ".

He was slipping between your fingers, you could see him slowly putting back the mask and returning to that holy self, and all your efforts would be to no avail. Dropping down the shyness, his eyes widened when you clung on his shoulders, wrapping your leg around his waist and pulling him impossibly closer to you.

-" What kind of things, Kenny?"

Only whispers were left of your voice, your lashes caressing your cheeks as your gaze drifted toward his lips, he swallowed a thick breath and his hands on your waist tried putting some distance between you two, in vain.

-" Wait- shit, Wait-"

His voice fell into a strangled sound, while you started moving your hips slightly. The thick jean of his pants rubbing against your bare pussy was a whole new feeling, his bulge only got harder.

-" What things, Kenny ?" You repeated, voice turning into panting breathing sending shivers down his spine. " Show me what you're oh so desperate to do to me ".

-" Pretty, Fuck- stop this "

But his words were liars, since his grip around your waist got bruising, and he insidiously began rolling his hips against yours, matching your movements.

-" Show me what you wanna do to me, Kenny" you whined at the loss of friction against your clit.

-" Not now. " He tried stopping you, a dead serious look in his face. " If I go down on you now, I might just not be able to hold back ".

Lust was a heavier burden to carry, having your doe-like eyes staring at him with so much care when you should've ran away from his words, calling him a kinky weirdo or whatever.

-" then don't hold back, I want all of you, Ken. Give me your all "

As much as your words were pulling him down, he was holding into his last strings of sanity with a burning palm. Denying you whatever you were asking, scared to hurt you, he pressed his forehead against yours, again.

-" Please, princess. I'm begging you, don't make me do this to you... "

But you cupped his face, and the thread let go under your resolve, letting you seep deeper through his dungeons.

-" Fuck me like you want me, Kenny. " You whispered, brushing his lips with yours, making him lose his breath. " Fuck me like you've been craving. "

The last straw, and soon his lips were on yours already.

You've kissed a hundred times before, but this, this one had something more animalistic, primary. Like he was not kissing to taste, but to devour you and fill the hunger of months spent dreaming of stealing the breath out of your lungs.

His hands did a quick work stripping you off that dress which drove him crazy, and the rest melted into a blur until he had you bent over a desk there, his fat tip nudging your dripping entrance and his hand pulling your hair back, drawing whimpers from you.

-" Fuck, y'like it when I hurt you, dontcha ?" He threw his head back, sinking in you and wincing at the incredible feeling. " Should've told me sooner, princess. Woulda... Woulda never held back from fucking ya dumb o'mma cock "

No need to hide in the dark now that you were swallowing his dirtiest secrets with the lewdest squelches of your cunt,biting your lips to not draw anyone's attention with your moans.

-" Ken- oh god, 's too good"

-" So that's all what that slutty dress was about, huh ?"

Your eyes widened and you hid your blush with your arms on the desk around your face.

-" N-No !"

-" Yes it was. " A harsher thrust of him almost sent the desk flying at the end of the room, making your eyes roll back in your head. " Flashing this tight lil pussy to Inupi, you wanted me to split you open in front of him ?"

It was his turn to widen his eyes, feeling your walls clenching around him. Draken threw his head back, cursing, feeling the blood boiling in his guts, he pulled your hair back harsher and exposed your fucked up face to his eyes.

He swore you've never been prettier, and one more thrust, one more nudge of his balls against your clit sent you to overdrive. The cry you let out at that moment would be forever engraved in his mind's walls with the white rings of your high around his length, he could not help but lean over and take your parted swollen lips in his, wanting to just devour your so beautiful face.

-" Aww, you'd like it huh ? What a dirty little whore, clenchin' on me like a fuckin' virgin. " A strangled chuckle escaped his mouth, your pussy closing around him heavenly in a rhythmic pace.

It felt just so relieving, to think all these times he was covering his sharp edges when now they were kissing your cervix with each thrust. What an euphoric sensation it was, knowing that you could possibly love him, the true him, not the one he tried to be for you.

At that moment, he just thinks he might be in love.

-" Ken, oh goodness... " And as he froze, thinking you were too overstimulated to keep up, your blissful face flashed him an orgasmic smile. " Cum for me, please. Want... Want you to fill me up"

Indeed, he might be in love.

He felt his cock throbbing by the meer sight of your teary eyes and drooling mouth smiling for him, by your words fanning his flame. His other hand sneaked toward your chest, kneading your breast bruisingly and his teeth sunk in your shoulder.

- " Yeah ? 's that right ? My pretty baby wants me to cum inside ? " His mouth replaced the small red bruises with warm kisses along your skin, drawing a mountain of moans out of you whilst his thrust became sloppier. " Wants me to fuck a child inside this pretty pussy ? "

Too overstimulated to even speak, you fervently nodded and arched your back against him, taking him deeper until hitting that hidden spot inside you that had you both rolling your eyes and stilling.

He could already feel his orgasm grazing his fingertips, at a hairsbreadth of losing it all. But in fact he'd never been through such a lust, rollercoaster-like, losing himself in your warmth and wetness made him feel more loved than he ever has in his life.

Draken, Ken Ryuguji, all calloused fingers and bloody knuckles, all cold words and stern voice, held your wrist and started pounding his wild inside you, his pretty, soft little lamb.

His hot tongue licked a stripe along your neck, and already seeing the marks upon your skin could've send him to cloud nine. You were always so immaculate, and now were all stained, all marked. All over your silk, all he could read was

Ken, Ken, Ken...

-" That's right, m'pretty girl. Moan my fucking name, let him hear ya. Y'know I'll never let anyone see my gorgeous bitch, right ?"

Another time tightening around his length, and he was a goner.

All he could make out was his balls stiffening and soon, some of his cum starting to leak between your thighs, waves of bliss crashing and washing over him though he was drowning in a burning heat.

-" I... Fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Look how good you took it, best I've ever had."

Yes, Draken was a gentleman, he would never even think of hurting you.

But having your skin all red and purple marked under him, having his white ropes dripping from you, he must admit it was toxic but it was intoxicatingly addictive.

This image could have haunted his nightmares, months ago. His so strong stature, broad shoulders and big hands towering over your smaller, weaker body. But now, oh now it was the embodiment of his Nirvana.

-" one of... The best idea I've ever had, now we can go back to normal" you smiled absentmindedly, head falling on the desk and ass arching up against his balls. You yelped however as a harsh slap met your ass cheek, he laughed at your gasp.

-" Ain't ya cute thinking you're done with me ?" He chuckled, you shivered feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. " Been dreamin' of a hundred ways to ruin this pussy, love. Now you gotta lemme try em all on ya. "

I gotta admit this was fun to write, we love a protective Draken 🖤 more Draken requests will come, I'm just at a loss of inspiration for now lol

@kendraken I believe you asked me to tag you in whatever thing I write for Draken ?

Also, I have a draft of something similar to this with Kakucho, I might just drop it someday

Have a good day, mommy Lina loves you