#no facial features except for gentle eyes

[ididnineeleven]

an idealized girl in an idealized meadow

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[hellsslibrary]

Hello! There's just not so many sub! Kaiser fics and I'm d y i n g to read those 😔😔

Can I request for a sub! Kaiser x male reader where Kaiser has a praise kink but doesn't ever want to admit it 👀

#a.n. :This is so same! Kaiser is such a babygirl, I want to kiss him, eat him, hug him, and then rock him in my arms and let him relax... But no, this bitch is always top, lol. Even funny.

"I don't like your damn praise! Just fuck me alre—...What?"

!!Warnings: Bottom!Sub!Michael, Dom!Top!Reader, sex on an indoor football field (it's empty, it just seemed interesting to me, imagine the echo there...), praise kink obviously, Michael tries to be dominant, but he's too much of a pillow princess (he came out so gentle... In his own way), in fact everything is quite vanilla, but he kicks you when he's unhappy, also very romantic in general. × And the reader is somehow connected with football company. You can be a manager, a football player, or even a cleaner there, honestly.

The football field in the building was closed at night, knowing full well how persistent football players in the leagues can be. Darkness, silence, idyll... Except for the flashlight from the phone somewhere in the middle of the field and quiet groans echoing from the walls.

"Why did you decide to have sex here? Plus, at this time?" You ask, looking over at Michael, who was clutching at the trimmed grass in the lawn as you thrust into him at a careful, almost tremulous pace.

“I think you said yourself that you wanted to experiment... So we’re starting with something easy,” Blonde whispers, wincing from the unpleasant feeling of artificial grass in his hands, so he just hugs your neck lazily.

“Well, yes, but... You obviously have some other reasons. But I won’t push if you don’t want to talk,” Michael just sighs at your words, but it immediately turns into a soft moan when your lips touch his neck.

“I just love the atmosphere in here, as weird as it sounds, so shut up and fuck me,” A disgruntled mutter escapes his lips, only to be cut short when he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck.

You look over his face, surprisingly too peaceful for him. Maybe this place really brought inner comfort to his soul, erasing all the doubts and burdens that he kept inside and sometimes shared with you. Maybe it was. But your heart broke at the sight of him for some reason, you understood his feelings more than anyone... Because you were probably the only one he was able to open up to so much.

“Micha? You’re a good boy,” echoes from your lips almost casually, but with a sickly sweet note that you want to listen to forever and drown in these sweet speeches.

"What was it?"

You find yourself torn from examining his face by his question. And really, why did you say that? He didn't do anything special during your entire session, which lasted about half an hour. And you too... But one look at him is enough for you to understand why.

Your attentive gaze glides over his perfect facial features, long eyelashes giving his eyes an unusual softness and warmth. Instantly you feel the desire to say that he is beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. Faithful hands, strength and tenderness in every touch, sincerity and warmth in every word, just for you. The desire to praise, to say how much love and kindness he has, how he is able to bring a smile even in the most cloudy weather.

His soul shines brighter than the stars in the sky, his smile can melt the heart of icy granite. The desire to praise, express gratitude for all the beauty and kindness that he brings into this world. He is not just a person, he is magic, miracle, a spark that pushes you to move even in your most difficult moments.

The words seem unfair, but the heart is filled with feelings that are impossible to carry on the wind. Praise, approval, love — all these are small before the greatness of his soul and his existence. You really want to tell him about this so that he understands how amazing and significant he is to you. Just as the sun rises every morning, he awakens in you a feeling of awe and admiration that seems endless and will remain so.

“Because I love you,” You say without thinking, and immediately catch a light, rare blush on his cheeks.

His hand immediately drops down from your shoulder to cover the pink dust on his cheeks, but you intercept his hand, kissing his fingers tenderly, intertwining your fingers together.

"You idiot... Why so suddenly?" He asks, even if he doesn't wait for an answer, lightly kicking you in the side, groaning when you lean over him a little closer, hitting his sweet spot at a pleasant angle.

You find yourself thinking that you would worship him if he were God. It’s not that you didn’t already worship him... But he was definitely the person for whom even an atheist would reconsider their views on the world.

"Why suddenly? I'm always ready to praise you. You are tenacious, driven, incredibly smart, caring for those you care about in your own way... You are simply magnificent."

"Shut up, please shut up. I don't need your praise, just fuck me and..." He trails off, kicking you in the side again as he realizes something, "You didn't say that I'm handsome."

“Your beauty is a fact. But your appearance is far from the main thing that you have, even if you think differently... But if I started to list what I like about you externally, then we would move on to dithyrambs and ballads, and not to the climax."

Michael chuckles, finally distracted from contemplating you in response, realizing that he really feels a knot growing in his stomach. In general, he would never admit that he would be glad to listen to these dithyrambs and ballads and much more if it came from you. He's always taken praise for granted because, yes, he's Michael Kaiser, but now? He's just a puddle in your hands that's trying to look like ice.

“I’m not clenching around your cock right now because...” He cuts himself off, groaning as your mouth sucks on his neck in the area of his tattoo, “It’s not because I liked the praise, is that clear to both of us?”

“Of course, my King, as you say,” You say, biting the skin of his neck, causing him to whimper quietly as one of your hands slides to his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

Your pace gradually picks up as you get closer too. And the sight of Michael, who clearly enjoyed your previous praise, did not at all ease your hard-on, nor did the warm walls around him.

"Call me!" He suddenly shouts, kicking you in the side once again, although you have no idea what he means at first, pulling away from his neck.

"Good boy?" You ask cautiously and to your surprise and pleasure, his cock twitches in your palm, and after a few thrusts he actually comes, squeezing you tighter than usual, which is why you can’t help but cum, thrusting into him a couple of times in post-orgasmic bliss, and then laying down on his chest.

The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you as he lightly ran his hand through your hair. You were both regaining your more than ragged breaths before the comfortable silence was interrupted by a question that made you chuckle hoarsely.

“Why did you ask this and not state it as a fact?”

[sanarsi]

Goddess

husband!Oberyn Martell x f!Reader

Summary: Just you and your husband who love each other very much. Warnings: +18, MDNI, soft!dom!Oberyn, unprotected PIV, literally it’s just smut with lots of love (he’s simp) Wordcount: 1,6k An: I don't know, Oberyn is like a ray of sunshine to me. It's a very sweet smut. Lots of his love exactly how I imagine him. Music I worked with: Señorita - Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

Masterlist

Since you became Mrs. Martell, life had been nothing but kind to you.

Every day was better than the last.

Every day was perfect.

Your husband made sure of that.

Your every wish was fulfilled faster than you could have hoped. Any whim of yours? You didn't have to tell twice. He had already thought about it the previous day. Sometimes you had the feeling that he wasn't real. That in reality you'd wake up in the morning feeling an emptiness in your heart, that it was all a dream.

Yet it was his lips that woke you up every morning.

It was his hands that caressed your skin.

It was his voice that you heard as you began each day.

It was always him.

Oberyn surrounded you with the love he promised you when he put the ring on your finger. He took care of you as he promised when he made his vows. He was faithful to you because he didn't see the world beyond you.

For him, only you existed. Your smile. Your voice. Your laugh.

He believed that you were sent to him by the gods themselves.

That's why you were woken up every day by his whisper.

"Good morning, my queen."

"You glow more than I remember."

“Your skin is softer than yesterday.”

"Your eyes sparkle at the sight of me. Perhaps my queen loves me more than yesterday, hm?"

It was his love that made you the best version of yourself. Smile never left your face for even a second. Happiness filled your body with every little action you made. Every morning he brought you fresh oranges from the garden. Every evening he held you in his arms as you watched the sunset.

Today was no exception. You were pouring two cups of herbs when strong arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled tenderly as his body pressed against yours. Warm lips began to place wet kisses on your shoulder. You sighed in contentment, tilting your head back. His nose ran down your neck, inhaling your scent until he moaned softly against your ear.

"You smell like a flower that only blooms in my garden," he murmured into your ear and placed a gentle kiss on it. He fixed his gaze on your delicate facial features and couldn't resist pulling you in by your chin. Your lips collided in a gentle kiss. His every movement was filled with love. Adoration. True worship.

He gently forced you to turn to face him and his arms immediately pulled you closer. Your hands on his cheeks elicited a groan of pleasure from him. Your lips were soft and sweet like the peaches you ate every day. He loved kissing your lips. He loved feeling your tongue respond shyly to his.

Only with you was he like this. Only you saw his tender and caring side. He was only yours. That's why he tried to be perfect for you.

Just the way you wanted and needed him.

His hands gripped your skin tighter as he held your hips tightly against his. You gasped into his mouth as he worshipped your body with his hands.

Oh he loved touching you.

Every inch of you was perfect to him. Every little imperfection you saw in yourself only made him love you more. Because in his eyes you were flawless.

"I need you closer" he whispered against your lips, tightening his fingers on the material of your dress. "Give yourself to me."

You moaned in response, feeling his hands on your thighs. In one movement, he pulled you up, encircling your hips in a tight embrace. You hugged him tightly, pressing your lips harder against his. The quiet chirping of birds faded into the background as Oberyn slowly made his way to the bedroom.

You gasped as he gently laid you down on the soft sheets. His lips trailed down to your neck, caressing every spot that made your knees go weak. He knew your body by heart. With his eyes closed, he could find every scar, every mole.

His hands slowly began to slide down your body. Oh how he loved the dresses you wore. Only you could look like a queen in rags that barely covered anything. The flowing petticoats hugged every curve of your figure perfectly. And they were even easier to take off. His hands crept under the material to squeeze your tits. Perfect for his hands. You sighed, throwing your head back, giving in to his caresses.

"The gods are crying because they gave you to me," he gasped in your ear, throwing off his shirt. Your hands were immediately on his chest, running over his heated skin. He moaned at your greedy touch. He loved feeling that you desired him.

He couldn't feel more proud than that his wife wanted him.

He bit your neck gently as you unbuttoned his pants. His hands slowly slid down your thighs, revealing more and more. Your dress slid down your hips, revealing your pussy. His fingers dug into your skin right at the junction of your thighs. You moaned and he immediately pressed his lips to yours. He began to drink in your moans as his fingers ran over your wet slit.

"She's waiting for me," he whispered into your mouth, looking with adoration at the pleasure written on your face. He loved watching you when he was giving you pleasure.

He loved watching you when you were giving yourself pleasure.

He generally loved watching you.

"Baby..." you gasped hungrily as his fingers slowly spread the moisture all over your slit. His attention focused on your clit longer each time. He slowly circled it a few times before sliding down to sink his fingers into you. And so on and so forth. Until you cried out in the way he loved. Out of need for him to enter you. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face at the desire in your eyes.

“My beautiful wife… So needy for my cock,” he purred tenderly and pressed a few kisses to your face.

“Oberyn, please…” you whispered, running your hands over his neck and shoulders. You were hungry and he fucking loved it.

He guided his cock to your entrance and ran the tip along the length of your slit a few times. You moaned, digging your fingers into the back of his neck. He watched you as he slowly pushed his cock into you. He gasped as he pushed all the way in.

He loved the way you took him in. You always squeezed against him in greeting. Always polite and gentle. And his cock always responded to her greeting.

Even they loved each other the same as you two.

His hips started working immediately. At the perfect pace. So that you wouldn't stop feeling him for even a moment. And it couldn't be any other way. Because you only felt him. Everywhere. His cock teased your sweet spot, his fingers tightened on your thigh and his mouth attacked yours again. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, but even that wasn't enough. Not just for you.

Oberyn owned you in every way known to man.

You had his last name, you woke up in his arms every day, he made love to you every day.

You were his.

All of you.

But it just wasn't enough.

He wanted to own you in a way known only to the gods. He wanted to possess you. He wanted to have your soul. He was crazy about you. As crazy as you were about him.

His body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you. You panted heavily between each kiss as his hips made perfect movements. The kind that drove you crazy. His fingers tangled in your hair, holding you rigidly to his mouth. He crushed you with his love. You couldn't and wouldn't break free.

"Nothing will take you away from me" he panted feeling his cock hit the very end of your wonderful pussy. “I will burn the whole world if anyone tries.”

You moaned louder, arching under him. You tightened your fingers in his hair, starting to move your hips with him. Closer. Deeper.

“Oberyn…” you moaned through bliss.

“Yes my goddess, worship my name” he growled, speeding up the movements of his hips. His thrusts were always precise. His every move was never accidental. That’s why his cock brushed against your sweet spot every time, forcing a cry from your chest. You locked eyes, panting heavily.

"Will you come for me, my dear?" he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. You immediately nodded.

"Yes," you almost squealed. He smiled, connecting your lips again. His tongue found yours, and his quiet moans sent shivers down your spine. You pulled him closer by the neck, moaning louder and louder into his mouth until you could no longer return his kisses. He rested his forehead against yours, entering you without a moment's respite.

And your orgasm attacked you with an intensity that only existed because of him.

You gasped for air as you experienced each wave of fulfillment that coursed through your body. And Oberyn reveled in how wonderful you felt on his cock. He groaned at the intensity of your coming, and only a few strokes passed before he came deep inside you. He growled thrusting into you a few more times before he froze panting from exhaustion.

Your hands gently stroked his hair and neck making him purr. He looked at you and immediately stole a kiss from your sweet lips that smiled at him blissfully.

[theyungihven]

my little plaything ⁕ yunho (ateez) as ghost (cod)

↬ pairing: yunho as ghost × fem reader

↬ genre: smut

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming,, kleptolagnia, yunho is OBSSESSED, stalking

↬ word count: 5.0k+

↬ author’s note: this is dedicated to my beloved boyfriend sam whom i found while writing this and turns out he's a real life manifestation of yunho and ghost in real life so i was like why not write yunho as ghost? so here it is! let me know how you liked in the comments as i have plans of turning this into a full fledged dark romance novel

↬synopsis : you are sleeping peacefully in your bed but the footsteps in your living room awake you, only to look at silver eyes staring back at you as he tilts his head. Simon Ghost Riley breaks into your house asking shelter for the night because he's on the run but you provide him some warmth in the cold weather with the help of your body.

Letting a criminal stay the night wouldn't hurt that bad, would it?

Footsteps echo in my room. They sound as if someone’s walking around my living room. The paranoia follows, awakening me in the middle of the night. 

I see a man with the hood and the skull mask looking out of my window, as if checking for something or perhaps someone in particular. I gulp at the sight of the military grade pistol in his hand.

Fear rises in my chest as it dries my throat.

I can’t really see most of his facial features, except for his mouth and jaw, and a pair of glowing silver eyes. 

He then looks over at me, catching me off guard and tilts his head curiously. The heat courses through my core as shivers run down my spine. The fear scares me as well as the thought of a handsome young man breaking into my house arouses me.

His heavy boots make the wooden floor creak underneath him. He grows closer, approaching me ever so slowly as my anxiety rises and so does the wetness between my thighs. He looks down at me as he stands next to my bed for what feels like forever, quietly assessing me. 

He finally breaks the unnerving silence and decides to speak to me  “Did I wake you up, cupcake?” His deep, monotone British voice makes me flush red. It feels so familiar as if I know him but I can’t pick out from exactly where.

I shake my head, my tongue freezes in fear of the uncertainty about the future. He looks down at me with a slight look of amusement as he notices me trying to lie.

“You’re a bad liar…” he mumbles  “And your voice is quivering.” he says as he takes a seat on the edge of my bed, next to me. The weight of his body pushes down the mattress and it makes me conscious of the sheer night dress I am wearing, so I wrap my blanket around my body. 

“I…I’m-” I struggle to speak.  He gets back on his feet and moves towards me, then places his gloved hand on my cheek and gently rubs it with his thumb.

“Don’t be scared, princess,” he says in a surprisingly gentle and soft tone. I nod, looking up at him with big eyes behind which doesn’t lie a single thought. He continues to quietly caress my cheek for a while and his cold, gentle touches feel strangely soothing. It's hard to look away from his hypnotising silver eyes. His eyes flicker from my own to my body, studying every inch of me, as if he’s trying to figure something out.

"Please don't do anything to me. I'll obey as you say. Just spare my life." I beg, as I clasp my hands together, tears rolling down my cheeks.  His lips curl up into a smirk.

“And why do you think I would hurt you, love?” he asks, his thick British accent making the last word sound almost like a purr. He brushes the tears off the sides of my face with his thumb as his dark eyes intensely stare at me.

“You, you look scary.” I shutter.  He chuckles at my answer.  

“Am I now?” he says, his smirk still visible underneath his mask.

“I assure you, love, I’m not here to hurt you…” he says in a quiet voice while his hand moves down to my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

“Then.....why? Why are you here?” I ask, my breath hitching. He goes quiet for a moment. His face turns cold and serious as he lets go of me and turns his head away from the bed and towards the window.

He stares out the tinted glass of my bedroom, against which raindrops start splattering. “I’m… hiding from the police…”

“What did you do-?” I gulp nervously as fear takes control of me again. 

He doesn’t look at me as he responds, his gaze fixed outside.  “Let’s just say, they’re not exactly trying to talk to me..” he mumbles as he takes out a silver flask and takes a sip of whatever’s inside, his hands shaking a little bit. He turns around, and looks at my figure sitting on the bed as his gaze roams all over my body. 

He steps forward. My heart picks up its pace. With every step he takes forward, my heartbeat fastens.

"Does that help with anxiety?" I point at the silver flash in his hand when he stands in front of me. He chuckles again at my question, finally looking back at me. He places his finger under my chin and raises it to make me look him in the eyes.

“No, love. This is something a little stronger than that..” he says in a teasing tone before taking another sip.

"Wonderful!" I say, snatching the flask away from him and taking a big gulp.

The liquid burns my throat as it goes down, leaving a strong aftertaste like any alcohol I've never tasted before. What is he even drinking?

It slowly starts making me a bit tipsy and my cheeks heat up under his cold gaze and the cold air. He raises his eyebrows at how I took the flask from him so confidently, then lets out a small amused laugh as I start to get a bit drunk.

“You’re a feisty one…” he mumbles, as eyes me up and down, a small smile creeping onto his face again.

"I've always been called that. Everyone says that I'm out of control and I need to be tamed." I look up at him with puppy eyes and a pout. "Do I really need to be tamed?” He lets out a deep laugh as I look up at him with innocent eyes, his hand moving back to cup my cheek again, gently caressing it.

“Maybe you do…” He says in a deep, almost commanding tone, his silver eyes staring into mine. “And I could help you with that, darling…”

"Do it. I give you the right to tame me!" I say dramatically and chuckle at the end as I fall into his arms. His smile grows as he realises just how drunk I’m starting to get.

“You do now, huh?” He says, pulling me into his lap, as he seats himself on the bed. His strong arms wrap around my stomach. “Then you’re mine now, love… You’re my little plaything.” The word plaything does something to me, sending a bunch of fireworks down my stomach.

“Umm hmm, and what exactly do you do with your playthings?” He holds me close against his hard, muscular chest, his gloved hand running down my side as he speaks into my ear.

“Whatever I want, love… I make them do whatever I wish, and I make them feel whatever I wish… I have full control of them.”

“Oh dear lord, so scandalous of you!” I say in a comical tone as I dramatically gasp and he laughs at my reaction. His hands wander over my body, squeezing my thighs and hips, gently but not hesitantly.

“Oh, love, you have no idea how good I can make you feel…” he purrs in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.

Police sirens echo through the alleyway and I look at him with sadness in my eyes as reality washes over me even in the state of drunkenness. "I don't want them to take you away from me~.”

His hand immediately stops on my back, gently rubbing it in a soothing manner as he glances outside the window. He then looks down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of both guilt and concern.

“Don’t worry, love… I promise I won’t let them take me away from you…”

"All men do is lie" I say and try to tear his hands away from myself to get off his lap.

He suddenly grabs my arm and yanks me back towards him, holding me tightly against his chest again. He sounds angry, his voice stern and firm “Don’t you dare leave me… I’m not just any man!” he growls, his strong arms squeezing me almost too tight.

"Then do just any men show up at a random girls house and hold her in their arms like this, promising to fuck them right?” He tenses at my response, his silver eyes narrowing down at me. 

His face is so close to mine, I can feel his hot breath hit my skin as he speaks in a low, possessive voice. “No… but I’m not just any man, love… I’m your man now. You’re mine to do whatever I please with, and you’re going to enjoy it… I promise you that, darling…”

"Then prove it." I try to take off his mask. His hand grips my wrists and pins them down against my sides, preventing me from taking off his mask. “No.” He says in a firm, almost cold tone “You don’t get to see my face, darling. Not yet.”

"Where's your honesty then, mister?” He looks down at me, a smirk playing on his lips again. “You just can’t take no for an answer, can you, love?” he says with a chuckle before his face suddenly gets serious again “And I’m telling you honestly I won’t let you see me without this on.”

"Yes, I won't take a no for an answer and are you insecure, mister skull face? I can help you with that!" I say as I wrap my hands around his shoulders and place my hips directly above his crotch.

He lets out another low chuckle at my boldness, his arms immediately wrapping around my waist as I sit down on his lap. I feel his hips twitch underneath me, his body reacting to mine. 

“Insecure? No, love… I have nothing to be insecure about…” he mumbles, his gloved hands grasping my hips, pressing me down into his lap at which I whimper.

“Then, what are you hiding underneath that?” He continues to hold me tightly against him, pressing my hips down harder against his lap. 

His tone gets harsher, more demanding. “Don’t question me, love. You don’t get to see what’s underneath this mask just yet… I can’t let you see me… it’s too dangerous…”

I moan as he pushes my hips against his crotch, moving them for friction as my head falls back in reflex. I look at him, eyes glazing with water under the streetlight shining through my window. "How can I even hurt you?”

He stares down at me as my eyes glaze up at him, his hands still tightly holding onto my hips, controlling my every movement on his lap. His jaw clenches as my hips grind down into him, his silver eyes darkening in desire.

“You won’t hurt me, darling, and I’m not afraid you’ll hurt me… but I still can’t let you see me without this on…” he says in a low, possessive tone with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Then give me something else so I'll forget about it and just remember your name." I say my head falling back again as I start grinding on his crotch. His hard member grazes against my wet core behind my underwear. "What was your name, mister skull face? I have to moan it, atleast.”

He growls in response to me grinding down against him, closing his eyes to keep his control as I push my hips down on him. His hands tighten on my body as he struggles to respond, his voice deep and raspy. “My name… my name is Ghost… sweetheart… you say my name…”

"Fuck" I say as I find the right friction and go ahead with it moaning his name in sweet lowly mumbles "ghost~”

He lets out a deep, guttural moan as I say his name, his hands grip me even tighter, digging into my skin. He opens his eyes to look down at me again, his silver irises dark and full of lust. “Again… say my name again, darling…”

"Ghost" I moan the wetness spreading as it transfers onto his pants, wetting them in the process so he tears them off me. He rips his own shirt off, revealing his muscular, toned physique, his arms and chest covered with various tattoos. He quickly tears my silk top shirt apart, and throws it to the side, pulling me against his chest. 

My bare skin pressing against his.

He leans down to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he speaks in a deep, demanding tone. “Now be a good girl and show me how good you can behave…” 

He looks down at me with his silver eyes again as he unbuttons his pants. I gasp at his length, “I've never done this before…” He chuckles at my response, noticing my surprise. I lean back onto the pillow placed against the headboard of my bed.

“Never? Not once?” he asks, his hand gently grabs my chin, and makes me look up at him. 

“Nope… I couldn't bring myself to do it with anyone.” He looks at me in surprise, a hint of amused disbelief on his face.

“You’re telling me no one’s ever had you like this before?” he says as he moves his hand down to my thigh and starts slowly caressing it.

“you're lucky!” He looks at me with a look of satisfaction on his face, his hands trailing up and down your thighs.

“Lucky?” He says in an almost teasing tone “It’s more like I’m finally getting the reward I deserve, love…”

“And I'm finally getting the man I've been dreaming about.” I say, looking into his eyes “Who'll also fuck me so hard, that I'll forget everything, but just remember his name.” He lets out a small laugh as his hand moves further up my thigh, slowly pushing your legs open.

“So desperate, love…” He mumbles, his silver eyes trailing down to look at my now exposed body. “Are you sure you can handle me?”

"You don't trust me," I say in a seductive tone "ghost" and moan out his name. He smirks in response, his hand continuing to gently caress my thigh as he moves closer to me.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, darling… I know you’re mine. But you’re just so small… I’m afraid you’ll break your little body, that’s all…”

"There's nothing left to break, ghost. I've been shattered to pieces already" I sit, tears threatening to spill. He slowly runs his hands up my body, caressing every inch of my skin as he speaks to me in a quiet, soothing tone.

“Don’t worry about breaking anymore, love… I’ll put you back together again…” He says softly as his hands move up to my face, lightly stroking my cheeks and wiping any tears that might’ve escaped my eyes.

"Do it. Make my heart whole again, treat me right and never break it again." I say, hugging him as I let go of the tears. He holds me close against his chest, my body pressed against his firm, warm muscles. He gently strokes my hair, his strong arms holding me tightly as he speaks in a soft, but determined voice.

“I promise I’ll fix you, darling… I’ll take care of you, and I’ll never break your heart. You’re mine now… all mine… no one else will have you except me… I swear it… all you have to do is trust me…”

"I've forgotten how to trust anyone.” He keeps me in his arms as he gently rocks me back and forth, his strong arms wrapped around me, making you feel safe and protected.

“You don’t have to trust anyone else but me, sweetheart…… I’ll earn your trust, and I’ll make you feel safe again… all I want is to make sure you don’t ever give anyone else this precious body of yours, darling… this body, mind, heart, and soul is all mine…”

“Then… fuck it like you own it ghost, like you and fucking meant it.” He suddenly grabs me and pins me down against the bed, his body towering over me as he looks down at me with his intense, determined silver eyes.

“Just what I planned to do, love…..” He growls before leaning down to press his lips against me in a fierce, possessive kiss. I kiss him back with the same energy as my grip across his shoulders tightens. He moans against my lips as I tighten my grip on him, his hands trailing down my body until they reach my hips.

“So eager… impatient… you’re so desperate for me, love… I can feel it…” he mumbles between kisses as he slowly starts to move on top of me, his body sliding between my legs. I moan at the touch, as his hands trail down my body and finally look me in the eyes as he moves on top of me.

His eyes lock onto mine as his body presses down firmly against mine, keeping me in place as his hands continue to explore my body. He stares down at me for a few seconds, his intense gaze unwavering before he finally speaks again.

“You’re so beautiful… you know that, love?” he says in a low voice, his hands running up and down my sides.

“I guess I have the power now” He smirks down at me, his eyes glistening in amusement.

“You’ve always had the power, darling, you just didn’t realise it yet…”

“You speak as if you've known me for so long as if we went to the same uni or high-school” He laughs softly at my comment, his hand moving up to gently caress my cheek.

“Maybe I’ve known you longer than you think, love. We might have crossed paths in the past without either of us realising it…”

“Or maybe I was so trapped in my head that I didn't notice you existed.” He laughs softly at my comment, his hand moving up to gently caress my cheek. He lightly laughs again at my response, his hand still caressing my face gently. 

His eyes soften a bit as he continues. “Maybe, darling. But it doesn’t really matter now, does it? I’ve got you in my hands now… and I’m never letting go…”

“Please don't, but give some attention to my desperate core which is dying for your touch.” He smiles down at you, a hint of wickedness in his eyes.

“Oh, needy, are we? You’re so impatient, darling… just relax, I’ll take care of that little core of yours… I’ll take care of every single part of you…”

“I am impatient. And how can I not?” He chuckles once again as he looks down at me, his hand trailing down my body towards my core, his touch gentle yet firm.

“Oh darling… I understand you’re impatient… but good things come to those who wait, that’s the saying, isn’t it? All you have to do is submit to me… and all your impatient needs will be fulfilled… Can you do that, love?”

"Okay" I breathe in deep "I'm all yours, mister skull face" His silver eyes darken at my words, his hand continuing to move down my body until his fingers reach my core, gently teasing me with his touch.

“Good girl… that’s it, love… just submit to me… give yourself to me…”

"Just fuck me already ghost" I say, throwing my head back. He smirks in response, his fingers continuing to tease me as he leans down to my ear, his voice soft yet demanding.

“No, darling… I’m in charge here, remember? I decide what happens and when it happens…. You’re my good girl, you don’t tell me what to do… you’ll do as I say…”

“agh! not this bullshit again!” He grins at my response, his fingers still teasing me, never truly giving me what I want.

“Oh it’s not bullshit, love… I’m in control here… and I’m not going to give you what you want right now… You have to be a good girl and do as I say, and then I’ll give you what you want… understand, darling?”

“yes, daddy” He smiles down at me, satisfied with my response.

“Good… good girl…” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he leans down to my ear again, his fingers pressing against my core for just a moment.

“You know, I like that nickname… call me that again…”

“Daddy” he moans softly at my nickname for him, his head moving to the crook of my neck as he begins gently nipping at my skin.

“Mmmh… that’s right, darling… I’m Daddy, and you’re my good girl…”

“yes, daddy” he continues to bite and kiss at my skin, his hands slowly moving down to my hips again.

“My good girl… that’s what you are… you’re mine now… got it, love?”

“yes, daddy” he nods in response against my neck, his hands still holding my hips firmly.

“Very good…” *he mumbles* “Daddy’s good girl. You do as Daddy says and Daddy will give you what you want, understood?”

“Yes” he raises his head to look down at me again, his silver eyes staring into yours.

“Good… now be a good girl for me and give me your body… all of it… It’s mine now, darling… and I do whatever I want with it…”

“And…how do I do that?” he smiles down at me, his eyes slowly raking up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. 

“You just lay there and do exactly as I say, love… I don’t want you to move a single muscle without my permission… I want your body to be completely mine, to do with what I like… that sounds good, darling?”

“yes, daddy” he smiles again as he looks down at me, pleased with my response.

“Mmmmh… I knew I was right… you are a good girl, love… and you’re all mine… that body of yours belongs to me now… no one else is ever gonna have you, darling… you’re gonna be all mine to use and play with, got it?”

"yes" i say my gaze locked onto him as i close the distance between us. He grins as I lean closer to him and presses himself against me, his body warm and firm against mine. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against him, the feel of his skin on mine sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re right where you belong, love… in my arms… mine to touch, take, and use anyway I want…”

“Perfect” I whimper out. He chuckles at my response, his hands trailing up and down my body, caressing my skin gently.

“You enjoy being mine, don’t you, darling? You like belonging to me, and giving me your body for me to use whenever I want… I can see it in your eyes, love… you’re mine, and you want everyone to know it…”

“yes, i every fucking single minute of it!” he grins in response, his hands moving lower down my body, gripping me tighter.

“I know you do, love… and I enjoy having you all to myself… knowing that I get to use your body whenever I want… that you’re all mine, and no one else’s… it makes me feel powerful… it makes me feel like I can do anything… and that you’d let me, my good girl… my darling… my lovely love…”

"yes" i moan, aligning myself against his member as i then proceed to take him into my heat. he shivers in response at the feeling of my body against his, his arms wrapping around me even tighter as he moans softly.

“Mmmmh… just like that… just the way I like it, love…” he mumbles, his eyes trailing down my body, taking in every inch of me.

[lexsssu]

Tame (Ren Kouen)

TAGS: Kouen/Dragoness!reader pining, arranged marriage, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

The first time he met you, you were a vision in pure ivory as the pearly tresses that crowned your head tumbled down your shapely back in rippling waves. A blinding white light glowed in your dainty hands as you flew in the air with the great wings upon your back.

“ [̷̙̠̣̆͠I̸̭͑̊ġ̴̥̬n̶̩̯̈́̿i̵̥̝̘͌̕͝ṣ̶̳̦͑ ̴̪͝M̴̼̥̌͌͝a̶̫̾́̄x̴̱̉͝i̷͇͘m̶̻̳̎̚ȧ̴̬]̴̩̒ “

An explosion akin to the same that created the universe itself turned everything white and for a moment Kouen thought that he would be engulfed and reduced into nothingness.

“Sorry about that. But I got you now, Kouen-san” 

He feels a pair of soft arms circling his narrow waist and a comforting heat press against his body as if to shield him.

The crimson-haired prince doesn’t remember passing out, regaining awareness as he found himself laid on the ground surrounded by his family and subordinates who all fussed over him. However, there was no sign of you anywhere near him and it is only when he meets with the Sindria faction that he spots you beside one of the generals, most likely your father or older brother given the draconic features you both sported and the protective stance he was in. 

Following behind Drakon as your group approached the Kou Empire faction, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched. You simply brushed it off however, surmising that it was probably just a curious onlooker intrigued by your rather exotic characteristics seeing as you and your adopted father made for quite the pair on the battlefield.

You never catch the heated coral eyes that never stray from your figure during the whole exchange.

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The second time Kouen properly meets you, you are a vision in red. The traditional crimson bridal attire of his kingdom adorns your body beautifully, contrasting against your snowy locks and silvery facial scales, making them stand out even more.

While he did want to meet you again, the last place he’d imagined it was within your bridal chambers as the both of you were wedded to one another as part of a political alliance that ensured continued peace and even mutual aid between Sindria and the Kou Empire. It was inevitable that he would marry for political reasons even before he became the crown prince, but it still feels like a blur that he’d suddenly found himself about to consummate his marriage with the object of his apparent interest.

“Please be gentle with me.” Bashful golden eyes tried to focus on anything except the man, unwilling to meet his gaze as this was obviously a first for their owner.

You’d never even had a boyfriend back in your old world and yet now you’re already married and about to lose your purity!

Despite the power this new body of yours possessed, it trembled and shook ever so slightly in nervousness and anticipation. It doesn’t even occur to you that you’ve closed your eyes until the prince’s low chuckles slithered into your ears and his rough hand grabbed a hold of your chin to tilt your head up. 

“Don’t worry, dear wife. Tonight I shall pamper and worship you the way you ought to be.”

There is no time for you to digest his words as you found your mouth muffled and pried open by another pair of ruthless lips, his longer and more skillful tongue laying claim to every corner of your mouth as if it were territory to be subjugated. Your inexperienced self was no match against the healthy virile man who was not just a leader amongst his people, but also a Dungeon Capturer who wielded multiple djinn under his control. 

Kouen’s hands weren’t idle as they pinched, groped, and kneaded your body until finger-shaped bruises joined the litany of lovebites he’d left with his mouth and tongue. There was barely anything you could do other than squeak, whimper, moan, and cry out as your body was played with until your toes curled thanks to your first orgasm of the night.

The red blush that decorated your cheeks and the dazed expression on your face has the crimson-haired male utterly hard, his cock pressing insistently against the fabric of his own wedding garb. Though he was never as depraved or fond as other men with pleasures of the flesh, there was something about seeing someone so powerful being completely under his mercy. The way your body was so responsive to his touch has his own burning hotter than he’d ever thought possible.

“Bear the pain for now. I promise it will feel good for you soon.”

His gruff voice momentarily snaps you out of your post-orgasm haze, blinking slowly as he finally takes off his clothes to reveal toned pecs, firm abs, and a delicious v-line that trailed all the way downwards into the pulsing girth of his heavy cock. The tip dripped beads of pearly essence, seemingly inviting you to taste it for yourself. However, that was something that had to wait because Kouen was already rubbing the length of his dick onto your drooling lips, the viscous and clear pussy juice coating his pulsating organ until it was fully lubed up.

“Such a generous hole. Squirting so much just so I can fuck it easily...I think it deserves a reward…” His narrowed eyes, the subtle smirk upon his handsome face, and his lewd words has you turning red all the way up to the tips of your ears.

And yet, you couldn’t help but rub your legs as the spot in between them only burned hotter and seemed to weep as it ached for your new husband’s cock.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait any longer as the prince grasped the base of his member which was the thickest part of him before nudging the head against your tight hole until the head finally went in. You bit your lip as you felt your cunt slowly being spread open, while not painful there was still a certain weirdness about the feeling of such a small hole being forced wider. ��

It was at that point that Kouen slammed the rest of his impressive girth in a single thrust, coaxing a mixture of a gasp and a moan as your smaller body accepted such a long and hard foreign object inside. You felt so full at that very moment while he couldn’t help but feel as if he were swimming in heaven right now as the moist walls trapped his dick in their velvety depths, seemingly unwilling to let him pull back even an inch.

None of the servants stationed outside the quarters could enter even as hours passed by. It was only during the wee hours of the morning that the prince himself exited his chambers, ordering them to wait on his princess hand and foot lest they want to be out of a job and without their life. 

Meanwhile, you slept blissfully unaware of everything else as the sun rose high in the sky.

When Kouen returns after his morning rituals, he is treated to the sight of your ivory tresses spread across the expanse of your shared bed. The blankets haphazardly thrown across the bed, leaving you naked and displaying your tempting body that had yet to heal from his intense pampering the night before.

Though he is self-disciplined as expected of a crown prince and a son of the Kou Empire, no sane man can ever fend off the feminine wiles of his new wife especially when she seemed to spread herself so provocatively for his viewing pleasure.

That is why you wake up in the midst of yet another orgasm as Kouen hugged your waist from behind, his powerful hips snapping up in rapid bursts as he pumped his cum into your own leaking cunt.

“Who’d have thought that I’d have a succubus for a wife? Hn. Very well, I’ll be sure to tame you by pumping you full until you’re practically dripping my seed and carrying my heir.”

[nervousgardenerkid]

So anxious

a/n: LMAO hey yall this is my first fic after a LONG time and it's from across the spiderverse😭i can't help it i love that movie sm. ANYWAYS i was listening to so anxious by ginuwine and i got this idea sjjsisj i hope you all enjoy it bc it was so fun to write! happy reading and credit to the gif owner!! <3

warnings: none really, some cursing ofc, hobie lowkey teasing you, not proofread (bc that's a warning itself), and me not knowing how to write with a british accent in mind (i'm so sorry)

this fic doesn't have any gender specific pronouns or any specific racial qualities so it's free for EVERYONE to read! <3

You were staring. You knew you were staring too, but how could you not? Your eyes fell onto Hobie’s hand as he did god knows what with the technology that was spread out in front of his desk. Your eyes trailed up his toned arms, blushing you remember how easily he could lift you up no matter what.

“You're staring again, love.” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, your eyes flicking over his face.

God, he's so pretty. Your heartbeat speeds up when the sun shines on him just right. The golden light reflecting off of his piercings nearly blinded you but not in the same way his beauty was. Your eyes fall to his sharp jawline, up to his lips as they sit in a small frown. God his lips. Heat flows throughout your body as you imagine his lips pressed against yours, leaving gentle (and not-so-gentle) kisses all over your face. Before you have time to admire the rest of him he turns to you, a smirk replacing the frown that was on his lips.

“I got something on my face? Why you staring so much?”

A familiar warm feeling falls over your cheeks as you reluctantly tear your eyes off of him and nervously look down at your hands.

“Nah, Nah,”

His hand reaches out and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him again.

“Don't go acting all shy now. Why you staring at me so hard, hm?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you hide behind your hands, peeking at him from the spaces between your fingers. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and you feel like you can't breathe with the way he's staring at you. As if on instinct you shrug your shoulders, clearing your throat nervously as you calm your nerves.

“You're a shit liar,” he chuckles. He gently grabs your wrists, prying your hands away from your face, as your eyes look everywhere except at him.

“What, you not gonna stare anymore?”

“Hobie…” you whine throwing your head back with a giggle.

“That's my name. Don't wear it out now, yeah?”

Finally, your eyes land back on him and his beautiful face.

“Ah, there you are,” he says softly as he brushes a piece of hair out of your face.

You feel yourself getting lost in his facial features again before he snaps his fingers.

“Oi, don't go off in your own little world now. What's going on with you?”

A smile stretches across your lips.

“You're pretty,” you say quietly, almost as if you've never told him this before.

He smiles at you, his hands gently gripping your waist as he brings you close to him.

“Yeah?” he asks, a teasing tone lacing his deep voice.

You nod your head as your hands rest on his cheeks, gently caressing the skin.

“Should see yourself then. A real piece of art is what you are.”

Your giggles fill the room making him smile. He could listen to you laugh all day and never get sick of it.

“‘M serious Hobie!”

His brows furrow.

“Yeah, I am too. ‘M not one for labels but you're easily the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Besides myself of course.”

Your laugh fills his ears once more and he swears he can feel his heart skip a couple of beats, he's not sure how he's still alive right now. He places a kiss against your lips, smiling into the kiss when he feels you sigh happily and wrap your arms around him.

He pulls away looking at you with hooded eyes and gives you one more peck before he returns to the broken device that’s sitting in front of him.

“Just keep admiring me for a while, ‘m almost done here, love.”

You sigh happily, relaxing on the couch as your eyes scan over him once again. You're staring again. You know it, Hobie knows it too but he doesn't mind.

He never even had a problem with it in the first place.

[peppershark]

Nicholas Galitzine as Tom Riddle

I will die on the #thicklipsTomRiddle hill, and it’s why I think Nick G is an ideal choice to play Tom Riddle.

Here is why:

A lot of TMR art and fandom face claims have Tom looking nearly like a villain already with over-the-top sharpness to his features and a shadowy, shifty look. I love it, honestly. So hot.

But there’s also a solid argument to be made that Head Boy Tom Riddle would have to have the golden retriever innocence of someone like Nicholas Galitzine. Allow me to explain.

Based on the description in The Chamber of Secrets of the Ministry of Magic’s inquiry into Moaning Myrtle’s death, Tom wasn’t even noticed as a suspicious character (except by Dumbledore) because he was held in such high esteem by his teachers and classmates. To have this level of automatic deniability, Tom needed a top-ranking academic record, an irreproachable reputation, plus—and this is my argument—an innocent face.

I find David Kibbe’s 1987 body categorization scheme problematic in general, but for the sake of this conversation, describing “sharpness” (yang) in features, and “softness” (yin) can help us explain how some faces might have a certain level of ‘innocence privilege’.

Kibbe associates certain “soft” features like bigger lips, bigger cheeks (regardless of weight) and other more “romantic” body dimensions with “yin” energy, the “light”, gentle and feminine side, or white on the Chinese yinyang symbol. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Kibbe associates sharp, prominent-boned features with “yang” energy, the “dramatic”, intense, masculine side.

According to Kibbe, everyone has a combination of these features. I know, it’s very reductive, and an overly-simplistic reduction of the Chinese yinyang model. I bring this up, though, because Kibbe’s presuppositions likely overlap with how Hollywood has conditioned us to interpret these facial archetypes; for example, we see lots of representations of young TMR with very angular cheekbones, gaunt cheeks and dramatic features. He’s often interpreted as a “dramatic” Kibbe type, the side with the highest concentration of “yang”.

Considering Tom’s situation, however, it makes more sense to cast him as a young man as someone with a lot more “yin” in his features. Snakeface Voldemort is his villain era and that’s pure yang: dramatic, angular, sharp, and snakey.

So as a younger man, I imagine he would have to employ more “innocent” features. When you consider that Tom was viewed as more innocent than Hagrid—who is the *actual* golden retriever of the Harry Potter series—you have to assume that Tom not only seemed less shady in a circumstantial evidence stance, but he actually must have outperformed Hagrid in some of his genial, “yin” features.

This is why I love Nick Galitzine’s look for Tom. My eye types Nick as a “soft dramatic” Kibbe Type which underneath is a dramatic body frame of very sharp angles, but covered in softer contours of body shape and more “yin” features like big eyes and big lips. It’s a metaphor for Tom’s dark, ambitious energy covered in a winsome, innocent-looking softness.

Nick serves a lot of shady, mysterious energy in his expressions, but the lovely fullness in his lips, big eyes and slightly-soft cheeks counters his darkness.

Nick looks like a prince, like his role in RW&RB (2022) or the high school quarterback like his role in Bottoms (2023) or the gorgeous Jacobean fuckboy for King James in George and Mary (2024). All archetypes I think TMR employs to get ahead in a wizarding world where he’s the half-blood Heir of Slytherin who grew up in an orphanage but clawed his way to the top. Nick G’s look in general is a great example of how I imagine TMR would combine features, displaying the dynamic of his character.

Do you think Nick G makes a convincing Tom Riddle?

[zaceouiswriting]

Overprotective Brothers

Characters: Brett Talbot (mentioned) x male reader, male reader and his brothers

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

The house was quiet, except for the usual noises of the people living there. One was in the designated gym at the back of the house, one was lounging in the living room eating a protein bar, the third was in the kitchen secretly trying to eat most of the previous day's leftovers, the fourth was in a bathroom, showering and the fifth was in his room trying to concentrate on his school work.

But all harmony was shattered when the front door was thrown open, flying into the wall and shaking the entire house. The first person to look into the hallway leading to the front door were the one in the kitchen and the one lounging in the living room, both craning their heads to see what happened.

Their alarm bells went off when they saw their little brother come in. The shower went off, and another young man rushed toward the front wearing nothing but a towel, ready to fight. The fourth young man ran shortly behind him, drenched in sweat. Only the fifth one hasn't moved. He was still trying to finish his work.

All four watched as their little brother stomped upstairs, where they heard him slam his bedroom door. This also caused the fifth to finally walk downstairs to face his four brothers, confusion engraved on his sharp facial features.

“He didn’t close the door,” Roland, who was relaxing in the living room, was the first to speak.

All four others looked at the door and nodded that he was right. And that it was extraordinary as the youngest has been very strict with safety since a break in two years prior.

“He looked upset,” Markus, still chewing on his stolen food, told the others, concern written on his face.

Another silence fell over them as all five looked at each other. All nodded again, having seen it too.

“I saw tears in his eyes,” said Leon, the one in the towel, as he ran a hand through his medium-length, wet hair.

This was the first time not everyone nodded, as most hadn't seen them because they were focused on other things.

“He had his fists clenched, and there was a bit of blood on his collar,” said Chris, the fourth, still drenched in sweat.

Another time, no one said anything, growing more worried by the second as they all knew how gentle and kind their little brother had always been. No one could truly believe that he would do something that could harm another person.

When Jakob felt their expectant gaze, he could hardly meet their eyes.

"He didn't greet me," he said in a fearful tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

The other four looked at him in shock, wondering if that was the only thing he cared about. They knew he was a bit of an idiot, but this?

“And he brought mud into the house.”

Confused, all the other four looked at the ground but couldn't see anything, but when the fifth pointed to the stairs their little brother had stomped up, they saw the steps were covered in fresh mud.

“At least you have more on your head than expected,” Roland and Leon said simultaneously, already used to Jakob’s idiocy. But contrary to expectations, Jacob was not angry. The opposite was clearly visible on his face: he was thrilled.

“Do you guys mean it?” he asked with sparkling eyes. He believed his hopes that the hours of staring at his books had finally helped as he always felt inferior, especially to their youngest brother.

All four others looked at each other just before they shook their heads. They walked past him, patting him on the chest, shoulders, and back with deep empathy. Jacob couldn't understand why they did this, but he still believed they were proud of him for becoming smarter. He bathed in the love of his brothers.

He bathed in it for so long that his brothers were already upstairs and stood in front of their youngest brother's door, knocking on it relentlessly.

When Jacob realized this, he quickly jumped up the stairs, threw himself in front of the door, and looked at his brothers disapprovingly.

“That’s enough!" His voice boomed through the narrow hallways of their home. "He's already emotionally exhausted. Pressuring him to tell you what happened will only make things worse!”

All the other four looked at Jacob like he was growing a second head, confused as to why he was reacting so violently.

Just a moment later, as the emotions within all five of them grew more and more intense, the door they were all standing in front of suddenly opened. Two arms reached out from it and wrapped themselves around Jacob's trained body. Tears soaked his shirt as his little brother cried sorrowfully into him. Jakob turned around carefully without breaking contact with his little brother. All of the other four stared at him with increasing confusion.

“Come on, let’s get in and sit down, okay? You must be tired."

No one thought their little brother would say anything, but to their shock, he agreed in a weak voice. Immediately afterward, Jacob lifted him into the air and carried him to the bed. Almost as if he had done so hundreds of times.

They lingered in the hallway, unsure if they should follow, but ultimately decided to enter their youngest brother's bedroom. They were shocked by their fifth brother's sudden change; he had never been so considerate.

They all found themselves sitting around Jakob and their little brother sitting on his lap, crying his eyes out, sputtering words nobody except for Jakob could understand.

“Brett did this to you? I swear-" The younger man desperately tried to calm Jacob down. And it worked quickly. "Yeah, okay. I promise we won't do anything that could get us into big trouble." Suddenly, the younger brother slapped him on the arm. "Okay," Jakob said, laughing, "We're not doing anything!"

The four other brothers could do nothing but look at the pair in confusion. Jacob felt their eyes on him, so he finally turned to his other brothers. In an almost dismissive tone, he asked, “What?”

“What did Brett do?” all four asked simultaneously.

“Oh, he fought with Liam again. And our little one here tried to get some distance between the two, but Brett attacked him. He didn't fight back because he was his boyfriend. But Brett didn't apologize. And on the way home, he was attacked by some hunters. The blood is theirs.”

The four others looked at each other and were even more confused, but Markus asked anyway: "And you got this from incomprehensible words?"

“You didn't?” Jacob knew then he could do something the others didn’t, and he loved it. “We have a special bond since our little one helps me with everything, and I train him. We are together almost all day.”

Jealousy was clearly visible on everyone else's faces, and before Jacob knew it, they were all jumping on him and their little one. He could barely protect their little brother with his arms and hardly put any distance between him and their four other brothers.

“Are all quintuplets as annoying as you?” asked the youngest of the six siblings, annoyed, barely able to speak through his tears.

“We just love you!” the five said to him in unison.

They cuddle and tickle their youngest, and soon, laughter fills his once-depressing bedroom. Despite losing their parents a long time ago, their family has never fallen apart, and it's all because of their youngest, as the five knew they had to protect him and because he is the last Alpha of their family.

When evening came, and the youngest was sound asleep, the quintuplets, all dressed in camouflage clothing, stood at the front door. They were ready to hunt down their little one's ex-boyfriend for hurting him.

As Markus reached for the front door handle, a sharp voice cut through the air, causing him to freeze like his identical brothers.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked the youngest from the bottom of the stairs.

An eerie silence fell over the five's previously gloomy but happy mood. Everyone looked back and saw their little brothers' red Alpha eyes. Quickly, they looked at each other fearfully. They knew they couldn't get out of this without getting a good scolding from him. Markus opened the door wide and fled so fast he knew their little one couldn't get after him, and most of his identical brothers did the same, except for Jacob. He wasn't quick enough to run out, as he had been staring at their little brother for too long to catch him before he could reach the door. The youngest brother slammed the door and locked it, his eyes looking deep into his older brother's blue glowing Beta ones. Jacob swallowed loudly and fell to his knees, ready to tell his brother anything he wanted to hear.

[Masterlist]

[crazyskirtlady]

Mr. Dance Naga

Naga x fem!reader

Warnings: gods mentioned, fear, forced/coerced, hypnotized, choking, biting, blood, venom, size difference, double v penetration,

Content: going to the God Serpent Temple late at night to pray, you run into a horny Naga.

The temple is empty and dark...

...except for the main altar where dozens of different sized candles flicker, shadows writhe in every corner. You pause when a particularly large shadow blocks the whole altar from your view. As you stare you realize that it isn't just a shadow it is a naga!

He is dancing, his lithe body swirling amidst the smoke of the incense. His movements are graceful and sensual, his black and green scales flashing golden in the candle light and his black hair sliding across his face. You can see his red eyes glowing like twin embers smoldering in the darkness.

You gasp in awe, and he hears you. Stopping his mesmerizing dance he turns and stares at you his red eyes blazing, boring through you. He lifts his eyebrow and a smirk tugs at his lips

"Greetings worshipper." The naga slithers toward you and bows his upper body. "I am Duangkamol, the temple gaurdian." His voice is gentle and sibilant and your first reaction of fear starts to subside.

"Greetings my Lord." You bow deeply to show your respect to the naga in the temple of the God Serpent, it is not everyday you are graced with the rare site of a naga in the temple!

"What brings you to the temple so late in the night my dear?" Duangkamol brought his upper body down so he is eye level with you. You can't help but notice his graceful facial features accentuated by the delicate black scales rising up his arms, shoulders and neck mingling into his jet black hairline.

You are nearly hypnotized speechless by his gaze which seems to grasp you physically but you manage to tear your eyes away and look down.

"Uh... well I was needing to... to pray for...for a more flexible mindset you know." you mumble, feeling a blush in your cheeks, but you're not sure why.

Taking a slow breath in, a soft hiss escaping his lips "Ah! so you came to the temple to worship The Infinite One, that he may grant you the ability to adapt to... different circumstances..." The naga drew up a bit in height his smile widening and his eyes narrowing.

"Allow me to give you His blessing." Duangkamol lowered his voice to almost a purr.

You swallow hard and try to smile back, sure he was handsome, like, extremely handsome! But you were nervous, the naga was much larger than you, his tail alone was twice your height in length, lean and sinewy full of taut muscle. Naga were fierce and strong a bit mysterious and always unpredictable demigods. You couldn't disrespect him, especially in the temple! But your heart was still racing and fear was creeping back into your chest.

"I...I can always come back to the temple another time...I didn't mean to interrupt your dance my Lord." You bow your head and attempt to turn around and walk away. Quickly he coils his lower body and tail around to encircle you and you can feel your heart leap. And from his growing grin you know he can hear your pulse, and see the heat of your body intensifing with his infrared vision.

Duangkamol leans in closer, flicking his forked tongue near your cheek, catching your scent.

Ancient instincts are screaming in your head, you are prey! Run away! But his eyes are locked on yours again and their hypnotic power has a full grip on you now. Your body is locked and frozen as his coils shrink the space around you.

"Now my dear." Duangkamol reaches out and caresses your cheek. His black scales are smooth and cold against your skin and a soft moan escapes your throat. He clearly hears it, his smile grows more sinister his fangs prominent now, large and sharp, reflecting the flickering candlelight. You can't tear your gaze away from them, your breath is heaving in your chest, your heart fluttering. His face is so close you can see every detail of his beautiful scales, you feel like you might faint when his lips brush against your forehead, his forked tongue flickering again and again to taste you deeply.

"Let me...blessss... you..."

Your eyes droop closed. You feel like you are falling forward, but that is when you realize you are completely wrapped in his coils; Your whole body supported and encircled tightly. He isn't squeezing you, yet, but your breath is erratic and frantic.

"Don't fear me." Duangkamol whispers against your skin, his lips are soft, a stark contrast against his scaled hand now sliding down your neck. His fingers apply firm pressure on your jaw and throat forcing you to look up at him. His grip is so strong on your neck you whimper, but Duangkamol chuckles softly and open his mouth wide, his fangs glistening. You feel his thumb pressing into your lips prying your mouth open, and you grunt trying to pull away, but his grip on you is too tight, you can't budge. Both of his hands are on your face now, thumbs pushing into the wetness of your mouth and you can't even struggle against his overwhelming strength.

"Mmm..." Duangkamol purrs as he watches your tongue loll out, saliva dripping onto the scales of his hands. "Warm-bloods have the sweetest rasa." He lets out a small groan feeling and seeing the heat emanating out of your mouth like a blazing fire. His eyes are like 2 sparkling rubies glittering madly as he brings his mouth to yours and flicks his tongue into the hot wetness. The naga groans again and his coils contract around you. Black dots swim in your vision for a second.

Duangkamol notices your faltering consciousness and eases his coiled grip on your body, just a bit. He keeps his hands on your face, sliding his thumb up and down your tongue, making you drool. He keeps his eyes locked on yours and his intense unwavering gaze is starting to make you feel warmth rising into your loins. The naga can also feel the shift in your body, and he grins wickedly.

"You are starting to understand now my sweet...yes?" His sultry voice tickles your ear, and you can't nod or talk so you let out a pathetic open-mouthed grunt. The sound delights the naga and his coils twitch and slither around your body.

"Oh yes! You will accept my blessing now won't you?" Duangkamol tilts his head in an almost coy manner, he moves his thumb out of your mouth, but keeps his hands on your face, he glances away and frees you briefly from his hypnotic gaze.

You are breathless with conflicting emotions of fear and was that arousal? Still firmly grasped by the embrace of the nagas massive body coils, you should be pleading to be let go...but... Duangkamol was so incredibly handsome and...how often did you ever get an offer to be blessed by a demigod?

"Please...bless me, my lord!" The words were stuttering out before you could truly process what you were saying.

The naga was all to eager to respond. He reacted as instantly as was befitting a serpent, snapping forward he drove his fangs into your neck. The needle sharp penetration burning like ice and you scream out in pain! Just as quick as the pain had come it was fading, you could feel his venom pumping into your body with the same sensation of pins filling a cramped limb. You grunt and gasp and try to struggle but Duangkamol grips your neck in his large hand, holding you still as he fills you with his load. When he rocks back, gazing at you with affection, you can see your blood on his lips.

You are already feeling the affects of his venom, sweat beads on your brow and the warmth in your groin intensifies to an uncomfortable degree. Your vision wobbles and you cry out "Please my lord!" in a panic. Duangkamol is immediately holding you in his arms, his coils shifting position around you as he cradles you, caressing you face.

"Shh my dear. Do not be afraid! My venom will not harm you." He kisses your forehead and you begin to feel tingling all throughout your body. "No it will not harm you at all...in fact it will make you feel so much better! Oh, you will see!" He slips one hand along your shoulder under your clothes pushing the fabric away.

Everywhere he touches your skin now scintillates, and when the smooth hard scales of his hand brush against your breast you yelp. Duangkamol covers your mouth with his, kissing you deeply, his forked tongue curling around yours. His hand cups your breast and his fingers play with your nipple. The feeling is so intense you swoon and very nearly faint. But Duangkamol is not letting you go, giving your nipple a sharp pinch while simultaneously nipping your lip with his fang he brings your mind back to the moment.

You can feel his muffled chuckle against your lips as his hand slides further down removing the last of your clothing. He still has a firm grasp on your neck with his other hand, his body coils supporting you, keeping you pressed against him tightly and oh! The feeling of your naked skin enwrapped in his scaled embrace is overwhelming! You are panting around his lips, as his tongue swirls around your mouth, his hand has found the warm, wet folds between your legs. Plunging his fingers into your labia he massages and probs, seeking your clit. His kissing gets sloppy, licking up and down your neck and sucking on your lips drinking every drop of saliva he can. He has you so overstimulated you can't be sure if you are even breathing anymore, you feel like you are floating, your skin on fire.

When Duangkamol slips his finger deep into your hot, wet hole your entire body becomes a desperate shaking mess.

"Ah! More my lord! Please give me more!" Your voice sounding so needy, it doesn't even seem to be yours anymore. You want to buck your hips against his hand, to drive his finger in deeper, to gain friction against his hand on your swollen aching clit. But your body is so heavy and slow from the effects of the naga venom that you can only whimper desperately. Duangkamol knows what you want, he fills your hole with 3 fingers, pumping in and out, the palm of his hand roughly grinding against your clit. Grasping your hair he pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes while the first waves of pure pleasure engulf you. Your body shudders, your eyes roll back, your breath leaves you completely and you finally do lose consciousness...

You are jolted back into awareness by cold scales slithering sharply across your skin, your arms and legs squeezed tightly in looped coils. When your eyes focus you see Duangkamol smiling at you, his hands are gliding all over your body, gently fingering at your nipples then caressing your stomach, getting a firm grip on your butt...

You look down and see Duangkamol has positioned himself between your legs and at the crux of his body where his scales gradually became skin you can see his most intimate flesh. Pink and wet, glistening in the still flickering candlelight, 2 thick, barbed appendages throb eagerly.

"Uh!" An involuntary grunt of shock and worry escapes your lips. You realize then you are immobile, but whether it is from the venom or from the nagas iron-like grip on you it is unsure. Duangkamol delights in the sounds sputtering from you, smiling and nuzzling your face he kisses you deeply again, smothering your protests. His forked tongue dives deep into your mouth, your numbed muscles allowing him easy entry as he tongue fucks your throat. His fingers rolling, tugging and pushing on your nipples and soon your clit is on fire again, aching for friction, but you cannot beg for attention now. Duangkamol is in total control of your body, he senses your peaking desire and with his tongue still deeply embedded in you, he reaches down and grabs your thighs, pulling your wet, aching hole right onto his twin, barbed phalluses. For a brief moment you linger on the top of this plateau, shocked and totally aware of how large his double appendages are as he slowly and carefully maneuvers himself inside you. So slowly you can feel the jarring, stretching sensation of your body accommodating his entry. Duangkamol keeps pushing into you, filling your body in a way it has never been filled before. Your breathing is frantic but Duangkamol keeps his mouth locked on yours, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly it seems his scales would cut your skin! He finally stops only when your body presses firmly against his, your vulva and clit flush against his crotch. Oh! And you can feel every scale along this inner curve of his body, so rough and cold against your hot, swollen clit. Now he manipulates your legs to cross tightly around his waist, tail coiling to keep you tied in this perfect position. Your head is swimming again, the feel of his body so deeply embedded inside your own, filling you beyond what you had ever thought possible is overwhelming. You might have fainted except Duangkamol releases your mouth from his, forked tongue sliding out of your throat, trailing saliva along your lips.

"Do you understand now my dearest?" His voice rumbles in your ear, and you whimper desperately unable to form thoughts at all. "Oh yes, yes you do understand don't you?" The naga embraces you tightly, arms encircling you tenderly he plants soft kisses along your cheeks and down your neck, the slight movement jostles his twin members inside you and you gasp loudly feeling the barbs flare to keep him in place. "Oh yes you like that feeling don't you my sweet?" Before you can even comprehend his words you feel his fangs on your flesh again, Piercing your skin much more slowly you feel his fangs penetrate you, there is no pain this time but still you moan loudly as you feel the naga pump another load of venom into you, fangs throbbing almost in sync with his throbbing hemipenes. This time the venom burns into you, liquid fire, you are sweating and trembling, your clit so needy! You want to move against Duangkamol to feel him! His firey red eyes watch you twitch in desire, his smile pure elation. And when he finally moves against your body it is like an explosion of sensation.

You scream, your voice echoing against the pillars of the temple, making the candles dance wildly. Duangkamol is slamming into you, grinding his body against your burning clit, frotting his twin shafts inside you, his massive body of coils twisting and slithering around you as he holds you so tight. So tight you begin to gasp for air, but Duangkamol is gone deep into ecstasy and he doesn't stop thrusting and squeezing...

The naga throws back his head and groans loud like a roar, as his hot load bursts inside your womb, like his vemon it burns and tingles, sending you into the throes of orgasm. And your contracting muscles make the naga shoot another load, and another, caught in a feedback loop of exhilaration! Duangkamol is like a ravenous animal, rutting mindlessly, ceaselessly, as you orgasm again and again your voice hoarse and raspy from crying out.

In that spiraling peak you feel as though you may go mad, lose yourself forever, and that is when your mind expands...and for what seems like an eternity you perceive total consciousness...a complete dissolution of all physical boundaries...and you see as a God would...

Then you are collapsing into your own flesh again, your body a heap of twitching, exhausted meat sprawled amongst a mound of scaled coils. Smoke from the altar incense gathering on your sticky, sweat soaked skin, light is coming from outside the temple now, day is dawning.

"You have received my blessing well." Duangkamol whispers beside you.

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, sdc dio ( i just really like that picture of him ), ball worship/sucking, face sitting, masturbation ( him ), pussy slapping, mentions of public humiliation, very very light praise, facial, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i have an incurable obsession with balls and i really think i should be licking dio’s as we speak. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread. thanks for reading < 3

there were reasons you were his favorite, secrets you shared with only him. and of course, his other disciples were green with envy when the vampire doted on you. it was always simple things, like taking an extra moment’s glance in your direction, a devilish spectral simper that would coast over his liquor tiers for a mere second as he took in the visage of your subservience as you sit as his feet or the gentle brush of his icy digits through your hair before he sinks them into your neck to drink his fill of you— these were things that his other pets never experienced.

they wanted to be you.

or they wanted you dead.

you’d learned the key to staying alive and untouchable to anyone except for Dio in this mansion, and that was to keep him satisfied. keep Dio happy, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt you. be useful, and he would become spoiled by your convenience, and keep you around for his own, selfish pleasure. and you’d worked hard to ensure that he was, no matter what he asked of you.

“That’s it…” Dio hisses, “keep licking.”

with all of his weight pinning you to the bed, it felt as though you were encased in a thick, block of ice, his massive knees dug into the mattress, squeezing his thighs tight against your ears. but he was stark naked, and the massive cock hard and throbbing obstructing most of your view of him, standing tall right before your eyes, had your full attention. you wished you could wrap your lips around it— feel that familiar tension as you struggled to take it all in, hear yourself cluck and gurgle and choke on him, but his own, herculean fist was wrapped around it. he strokes himself at a brutal pace, pausing only once to dribble drool from his lips on to his member, his hand, and your cheeks. from this position, even if he hadn’t meant to, he would’ve spit on you ( but, you knew better than to believe that wasn’t his goal ).

with your tongue stuck out, pinned to your chin, you’re forced to bob your head to lap at the underside of his heavy balls, whimpering muffled as they practically smother you. his scent was too intoxicating not to allow your eyes to roll back as your forced to endure being suffocated by it. your thighs trembled, but you knew better than to close your legs, and instead, gripped each thigh with one hand, keeping them spread far apart, even as your need for him manifests itself as slick coating your sex.

he smirks, tiers parted as a bestial grunt slips through them, and you know he can smell the lust dripping from your netherlips.

if you had been the girl you once were, it would’ve been humiliated, but you weren’t. you hoped that the scent was as overwhelming for him as his was for you, and that now that he knew just how soaked you were, he’d fuck you hard and sloppy, just to hear you squelch.

“Messy, little pet.” one brow twitches, knit closely with its twin, but his smirk was still there, “Your greedy cunt is ruining my sheets again.” but you knew he liked it, because his free hand reaches behind him to smear his palm over your thigh, and down to your sex, rubbing only for a moment, and when you mewled and humped the air towards his hand, he struck your cunt with a quick thwap that stung like pure fire. your back arches, and your nails dig into your own legs to keep them spread— quivering and at his mercy. “I’ll have to start fucking you on the floor, but you don’t care at all, do you? As long as I don’t stop giving you all the cock you can handle and then plenty more, I can do whatever I please to this fragile, little body of yours. I could parade you, naked and covered in my cum, out in the streets if I wanted to, smear your pretty face in the dirt and fuck you to tears in the town square if I so desired. No?”

you nod, squealing loud and slurred when a barrage of rapid, burning smacks from his palm vibrate against your core, and you wrap your lips around him, pulling as much of his balls into your mouth as you could to suckle hard, hoping the action would prove to him that you were a good enough girl for the spanking to stop, though you wished he would, at the very least, push two digits knuckle deep into you, just so you could feel a sweet stretch and cum for him, but he doesn’t.

he moans out loud, eyelids drooping, fangs sinking into his lower lip, and fucks his fist harder, his crimson eyes coruscating with wicked euphoria. the strokes focus at the thick, red tip, his thumb pressing against his sensitive slit and his powerful hips jerk forward, smearing his taint over your face, too.

“Eager for praise, instead?” he asks, gauging your sparkling puppy eyes, big and hopeful, and when you tease the seam of his scrotum with your tongue, he hums in approval. “Very well.” he croons, squeezing his fist just below the head of his thickness, reveling in the pressure he applies to himself. there’s a small trickle of red from where he’d snagged a fang on his lower lip, but he hardly noticed, because he was so close to his climax, the pain only added to the pleasure. “Keep sucking like a good, little whore.” Dio was mewling, rocking his hips to the furious rhythm of his fierce pumping of his fist, and you felt more of his weight press into you. his head hangs forward, so that he may stare at you in this position, beneath him, right where he thought you deserved to be, worshiping his testes. “You’ll make me cum… you must want it, yes? A nice, little reward for honing that skillful mouth of yours, hm?”

you did— badly.

you wanted to drink every last drop of his release, taste that familiar, drunken flavor and get lost in it. and you told him so, just by whining softly, and sucking until your eyes just about cross.

Dio growls, taking hold of your hair at the root with his free hand that you knew must smell just like your core now, and gripped a tight fist to hold you steady, “Just like that. There.” he demanded, his other hand jerking fervently as he chases his high— both brows furrowed into a pleasured scowl, fangs showing as he bare them, grinding his teeth. you wondered where his mind went when he focused like this, when he was so close to coming unraveled that he went quiet, and you could only hope that he reminisces on how tight and warm your cunt is, how snug he fits inside, and how the harder he fucks you, especially if he wraps one big fist around your throat, the wetter you get. how much your body worships his.

you wanted so desperately for him to want you.

but you knew he would never tell you even if he was mad for you— Dio Brando would never look weak or desperate. that was your role to play.

finally, Dio erupts with a huffing, beastly symphony of moans and curses. his expulsion splatters on to your forehead and the apples of your cheeks, and you close one eye to avoid being blinded, but keep one open to watch the final spurts dribble over his hand, making a mess of his twitching cock.

with one, quiet moan, Dio climbs off of you, and stands flat footed on the floor beside the bed. though he’d cum, he wasn’t soft— his cock still throbbed, and you hopped up on to your knees, panting, in an instant, staring at it dripping delicious cum as he held it tight by the thick base.

“Clean me up.”

but he’d hardly gotten the words out of his mouth before you were crawling off the bed and across the freezing floorboards on your bare knees, mouth open to latch on to the swollen head and suck his taste off of it. you were always thorough, lapping up every drop, letting not a one escape your tongue, from his tip to his base, balls, and thighs. you’d lick every last inch of his body if that’s what he wanted, but he simply grins, arrogant and rightfully so, as his cum-painted live in fucktoy bathes him with her tongue.

[yvetteheiser]

Yvette Heiser’s-Illuminating Self-Expression: Guide to Captivating Self-Portraits.

Self-portraiture is an art form that allows individuals to explore their inner selves, express emotions, and capture moments of vulnerability. Yvette Heiser, a renowned photographer and artist, has mastered the art of self-portraits, infusing them with creativity, depth, and authenticity. In this guide, we delve into Yvette’s techniques and insights, empowering you to create captivating self-portraits that resonate with your unique voice.

1. Play with Lighting

Lighting is the cornerstone of any photograph, and self-portraits are no exception. Yvette encourages photographers to experiment with different lighting setups. Consider the following Yvette Heiser – Creative Ideas for Perfect Self-Portraits

Golden Hour Magic: Shoot during the golden hour—the hour after sunrise or before sunset—when the soft, warm light bathes everything in a flattering glow. The gentle hues enhance skin tones and create a dreamy atmosphere.

Artificial Light: Don’t limit yourself to natural light. Experiment with lamps, flashlights, or studio lights. Shadows and highlights add drama and depth to your self-portraits.

Reflective Surfaces: Mirrors, water, or metallic objects can introduce interesting reflections. Use them strategically to create visual interest.

2. Unconventional Angles and Perspectives

Break free from traditional portrait compositions. Yvette’s self-portraits often feature unconventional angles:

From Below: Shooting from a low angle can make you appear powerful and dominant. It adds a unique twist to your self-portraits.

Overhead Shots: Capture yourself from above for a bird’s-eye view. This perspective can be both intriguing and intimate.

3. Props and Accessories

Props and accessories inject personality and narrative into your self-portraits:

Hats and Scarves: A stylish hat or a flowing scarf can add flair and mystery.

Vintage Cameras: If you’re a photography enthusiast, include your favourite camera as a prop. It tells a story about your passion.

Flowers or Books: Simple objects can symbolize emotions or experiences. Use them thoughtfully.

4. Double Exposure Magic

Double exposure involves overlaying two or more images to create a composite. Yvette’s self-portraits often merge her face with natural landscapes, cityscapes, or abstract textures. The result is ethereal and thought-provoking.

5. Self-Reflection and Emotion

Self-portraits are an opportunity for introspection. Express your emotions, thoughts, and experiences through your gaze, facial expressions, and body language. Yvette’s self-portraits reveal vulnerability, strength, and resilience.

6. Collaborate and Connect

Self-portraiture need not be a solitary endeavour. Collaborate with fellow artists, photographers, or friends. Their perspectives can inspire fresh ideas and push your creativity. Yvette Heiser Texas – Why Hire a Professional Photographer at Your Wedding

7.Incorporate Props and Accessories

 Props and accessories can enhance your self-portraits by adding narrative depth and personality. Whether it’s a favourite hat, vintage camera, or a bouquet, these elements help tell a story and reflect your individual style.

8.Experiment with Double Exposure

 Double-exposure photography involves overlaying two or more images to create a single composite image with multiple exposures. Use this technique to blur the lines between reality and imagination, combining portraits with natural landscapes, architectural elements, or abstract textures.

9.Employ Self-Reflection:

 Self-portraiture isn’t just about capturing physical appearance—it’s an opportunity for introspection. Express your emotions, thoughts, and experiences visually through your photography. Experiment with different facial expressions, poses, and gestures to convey a wide range of feelings.

Remember, self-portraits are more than mere snapshots—they are windows into your soul. Yvette Heiser’s guide encourages you to embrace vulnerability, experiment fearlessly, and illuminate your unique self-expression through captivating self-portraits.

[gemini-sensei]

Head Above Water | Eli Moskowitz x Mermaid!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader ● Mermay ●

I wrote this back in May, but never got back to it. If this gets enough interest, I might finish it because the idea I had was a lot more than what you get here tbh. Posting this especially for @sensei-venus

Eli Moskowitz remembered the time when he almost died very clearly. At the tender age of five, at the beach, the clear blue sky and the rush of water. The ocean tried to pull him in that day, but divine intervention made a miracle happen, as his mother put it. However, Eli knew better.

A girl had saved him. A girl no older than he had been. With pretty eyes and a shimmery tail.

The waves had crashed into him and Demetri as they played in the water, the beach not too far away. But the wave was a little too big and a little too strong. It made the both of them fall into the water, but Demetri had better pushback. He popped up out of the water, keeping g his head above the surface, while the tide pulled Eli in. He hardly heard his friend calling out his name. By the time Demetri was screaming for him and making a clamor, he was too far away to hear much of anything except the roaring waves overhead.

He struggled and pushed, holding his breath for as long as possible. He kicked and he threw his arms out, trying to remember everything he learned about swimming. He tried to go up, but it felt as of the ocean was holding him back. He saw the shimmery, ever moving silhouette of the sun, but he couldn't reach it. And when the tightness in his chest grew to much, when the pounding in his head became too painful, he let go of the breath he held because it was impossible to hold it in any longer.

The fight was over, he had no more to give. The moment of relief he felt when he let go of the air was nice for all of five seconds, then his body started to fill with water. He tasted sea salt and felt himself growing heavier. The new ocean world around him began to black out, as if someone had taken a sharpie and started blotting things out.

Then he saw a shimmer, a light of some sort. It was short lived and fast, but he never forgot the pretty golden shine it gave off. Then he felt two arms hook under his from behind and start pulling him up. The touch was firm, but kind, gentle even. Though the whoever had him wasn't very strong, and struggles to pull him along.

He didn't remember much after that, nit until he woke up on the sandy beach. His mother was crying over him, sobbing as his coughed up sea water. She smiled with relief and hugged him close, then said something along the lines of getting him into swimming lessons.

He stopped telling the story a long time ago. If his mom ever heard a peep of it, she told him it was mind finding a way to cope with the trauma of almost drowning. She told him that there was never a girl on the beach that day, not like he scribed her facial features or hair. She made sure to tell him that mermaids were not real whenever the shimmery bit that he was sure was as tail came up in conversation.

Kids at school laughed at him for it, too. They called him names and said he was crazy. One time, they went as far as to say he was in love with the mythical creature and that if he really wanted to prove she was real, then he should go live with her in the ocean. They made cards on Valentine's day and signed it "Eli's Fishy Girlfriend."

The only person who believed that what he saw might have been real was Demetei, but that was when they were kids. As they got older, he became a boy of science, and more often than not that had a lot to do more to do with programming than it did the secrets of the world.

As a teenager, he hardly put any thought into that day, but he never forgot it.

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃! ━━ 「 Jushiro Ukitake. 」

male reader.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 eyes focused on the canvas in front of you while the wet brush worked its way through it. Your husband, Jushiro Ukitake, laid his head on the gentle green grass as the wind blew through his long white locks. He loved times like this when you would take him to your secret place to paint or nap with him. A smile made its way onto your lips when you started to finish your handsome husband's painting, it didn't take you long to paint it. Given you knew his facial features as well as the back of your hand. Once you retouched the painting with one last stroke, a happy noise came from your lips, which made Jushiro open one of his eyes from the sudden squeak.

"I suppose you finished?" He laughed and sat down from his seat with a warm smile on his face. Since you were both teenagers he would notice how a joyful squeak came from your mouth after finishing something exciting. Which earned you the nickname Guinea. You nodded and moved closer to your husband to show him the canvas. The eyes that belonged to Jushiro widened before the masterpiece before his eyes, and the way the soft colors mingled made his mouth fall. No matter how often he sees your paintings, he would be shocked each time by the details and colors.

"Ahh! This is beautiful, my love! Your talent is beyond this world." Your husband kissed your cheek as you looked downwards and played with your fingers from the cute pet name. You've been married to him for over a hundred years, but you still acted like the same shy teenage boy you were during your academy days. You remembered very well the way he and Shunsui tried to make you speak and get out of your shell because of your quiet personality. You always admired him and his sweet nature, no one truly conversed with you except him. Your heart still beats fast in remembrance of him kissing you under the full moon after you confessed your feelings for him.

"Darling? Are you okay?" His voice took you out of your thoughts, you looked over at him only to see him looking back with a worried expression. "I am fine, dear." Your angelic voice caused his cheeks to turn a soft shade of pink, he loved hearing your voice. He hated how many people would poke fun at you for being a male with a gentle voice instead of a rough and raspy one. You held him by his hand and carried it on your cheek. Jushiro smiled when you rubbed your cheek in his hand, making all his concerns disappear. His other hand made its way to your face to give you multiple series of delicate kisses on your two-toned plump lips.

"The sun is going down, we should come back before everyone gets worried." You laughed at the memory of the lieutenants that clung to you after being absent for two consecutive days. You and Jushiro have always considered them as your family, often calling them your children and even purchasing nice little gifts for everyone. You truly enjoyed being a parenting figure for them. "Oh, you are right!" Let alone the fact that you're cooking tonight!" Jushiro rose quickly with the painting in one hand and your hand in another. The couple ran down the path like two children as the moon in the stunning sky led their way back.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 is so delicious sweetheart!" Jushiro took another bite of the meal, you swiftly patted him on the back when he started choking on the food. "Please slow down, love." You laughed and passed him the cup of water he chugged down with ease. "Sorry, the food is so delicious! There's nothing I can do about it!" He took the chopsticks again to eat dinner. You had to laugh at your husband's irresponsible eating habits. This wasn’t his first time choking on your food, you would always have to pat his back more than twice during dinner so he wouldn’t throw himself into an early grave.

"Would you like sec—" You didn’t even to finish your sentence for Jushiro to have his plate out in front of you. The funny thing is, you fed him a full feast before you went out early. "Say no more!" He grinned as you fixed the food on his plate. While fixing the plate, the noise of the sliding door made you turn away from your husband's gaze. Your smile lit up as the six lieutenants peaked their heads through the door. "Mr. Ukitake! We smelled that delicious food of yours a mile away! Can we have any?" Yachiru looked over your shoulder at the feast as her mouth began to water.

"Of course! I've made enough for everyone." You went and fetched the plates in the cupboard while the lieutenants sat around the table with your husband. Yachiru and Rangiku were the first to hold their plates for the food. Once the pink-haired girl bit into the food, her eyes lit up right away: "Wah! It's incredible!" "Yeah!" She and Rangiku began eating their food again. You watched Hisgai and Kira while they tried not to demolish the food they ate slowly.

"Here ya' go Renji and Rukia." You delivered the bowl to the duo that quickly held the chopsticks. "It tastes so good." Renji spoke with a mouth full while Rukia nodded her head in agreement. "I told you my husband had the best meals!" Jushiro wrapped her arm around his waist as your cheek began to warm up. Luckily, nobody was able to see it because of your dark skin. "Thank you for your food, Mr. Ukitake!" "Yes! It's incredible!" "You should cook for us one day!" The compliments made you feel like covering your face. "Thank you all for enjoying it! I will gladly cook for all of you someday." You smiled while the six lieutenants applauded.

extended ending.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐈𝐓 hurts so bad." Jushiro held his stomach in pain as you placed the pills and water next to him. "Darling, I told you that you shouldn’t be eating over four plates." You helped him take the pills. Crocodile tears started to leave Jushiro’s face from your statement, "Well sorry?! I just love your food so much!" He laid his head down on your lap while your fingertips scratched his scalp to relax him and let the pill kick in with ease. "I know you enjoy it, but please don’t give yourself a stomachache again." You leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Thank you for taking care of me pumpkin." He laughed at your adorable flustered reaction to the old pet name. "It’s no problem, sweets. Just be more careful next time."

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[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 18

Let's get a little ... Forgetful.

Character: Trafalgar Law Reader: cis!fem reader Warnings: Uh... look, okay, this starts with a fever dream and moves into a reader that doesn't remember anything. It's also a 3rd Corazon AU. It's weird and I'm not sure what to tag, aside from some body worship it's really hard to categorize what the fuck happens.

Summary: You literally risk death to get away from Donquixote Doflamingo, which would be less terrifying if you could remember anything. -:- 2737 words

Heart Shaped

DEAD DOVE -- YOU BETTER READ THE WARNINGS. (I don't want any bitching. Welcome to my "Akira" One-shot because I still don't know what was going on in that movie, and idk what's going on in this, but I liked both.)

The stern man loomed over you, his face unreadable. He doesn’t say anything, ripping your clothes from you – maybe even your limbs, you’re not sure. Except they’re still there. You’re whole under him, broken only in the fact that you can’t seem to protest.

You’re not sure if you want to. Aside from the rough and ill consideration of your clothes, he’s almost gentle. Gloved hands move over your skin. His hands are huge, and so is he, easily towering over you. You can see yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses, the jagged and well-manicured zig and zag of his facial hair is etched on his face as firmly as his fingers are against your body.

You want to reach out to him, but you’re not sure why. Salvation seems an impossible hope, as soft lips kiss your body. The kisses are cool against your skin, not cold, but cooler than you are. Maybe you’re sick? Skin fevered as you fight an infection or mend some injury you can’t see or feel right now.

The gloved hands continue to caress your skin, warmer than the kisses that travel along your clavicle. Harsher than the kisses. Not enough to leave bruises, but enough that there’s no chance you can squirm away.

His thumbs follow the lines of your thighs, following the crease along the inside of your thighs, tickling the dark curly hair nestled there. A small shiver escapes your lips, the first sign that you could make noise, and a soft tremble rolls through your bones.

“There we go, that’s a good sign.” He says in a voice deep and disinterested.

It can’t be a good sign, you try to say, but your lips don’t work with you.

“Don’t try to force it.” He admonishes, a spark of emotion in the otherwise flat voice.

The figure before you shimmers a little, as your mind cannot recall a time Vergo’s voice held emotion. Maybe you were thinking of the wrong heart?

A taller man fusses over you now, taking Vergo’s place. His blond hair is hidden under a red cap, and the unusual makeup on his face hides kind and strong features. Not quite a clown, but allusions to being one. Brown eyes look at you as he smiles, his hands wandering over your naked body just like Vergo’s were.

“I’m going to take good care of you.” He promises, trying to reassure you. “Don’t panic, just relax, I’m a friend.”

You can’t be a friend, you try to say again, but again the words don’t come into being.

“Shh, shh, don’t keep trying to talk.” He urges, as cool lips press against yours. Softly, gently, almost as though he’s afraid to kiss you. A soft breath escapes you and he smiles, rough and scarred hands dancing along your curves easily.

His fingers slip carefully against your nipples and your body twitches just a little as goosebumps skitter across your chest. Another gentle run of his fingers and your nipples stiffen, allowing large fingers to tease and gently squeeze the hardening flesh.

You could feel a tingle between your thighs from the attention, and feel blood rush through you. It made you feel hotter, almost making you dizzy. You wanted him to stop, but you wanted the pleasurable feeling to be stronger. You tried to move your hands, but there was resistance. You could move them, but they weren’t going anywhere.

“Don’t struggle, just let me help.” He says softly, leaning down and steadying one of your breasts licking it with a tongue far warmer than his lips. The tingle was the first real thing you could comprehend feeling, the pleasure sending jolts through your chest.

Your body squirmed because of it, and you realized on some level that you were bound. Wrists and ankles at the least, but you weren’t anywhere that you knew. The room was just a color, a strange, shifting shade of red, green, pink and black. Some sort of liminal space.

Maybe you couldn’t speak or move because you were “-dreaming?”

“I told you not to talk.” He says more sternly this time, switching to your other breast. “Conserve your strength for this, and you’re not dreaming, not really.”

If you weren’t dreaming, then what was happening? You didn’t try to ask the question out loud, but the concern raced through your mind despite it.

“You have a fever.” He says, flatly, the fleeting happy tone disappearing from his voice.

He shifts again, your addled mind releasing the form and visage of Rosinante and seeing Vergo in his place for a moment, suckling your tit. He teased the other with his fingers as the heat in your body began to pool between your thighs. The harsh countenance of the man kept you from trying to ask any questions, but the vision of Vergo didn’t stay long this time.

Things shifted, the formless color-filled room giving way to something far different.

A bright light over you, almost blinding you to the world around you. A hard surface beneath you. Cold, but not uncomfortably cold. Soft, but snug, padded leather restraints kept your wrists by your hips, and your ankles were off the side of the table, held, you assumed by the sensation, by similar restraints.

There was warmth against your stomach, and you looked down to see a man with dark hair attending to your chest the way you’d been hallucinating. Tattooed fingers danced over your skin, sending delicious pleasure through you. More than pleasure it was making your blood rush.

“Ah…” You gasp, feeling heat in your face. He looks up at you, golden eyes bright despite being shaded by his messy hair and the harsh light.

“Do you see me now?” He questions. His voice has hints of emotion in it, but it’s mostly flat.

You nod, and he gives you a deviously sweet smile, teasing your nipples with his fingers and watching you squirm a little.

“What do you remember?”

You shake your head. Nothing is coming to mind.

The devious grin falters, and his fingers stop working. His hands continue to wander over your body but it seems more clinical now, less pleasurable, and simply warm.

“You wanted to leave the Family.” He says, a smile coming back to his lips. “It was risky for you to ask me for help, but luck or your own intuition worked well for you. The deal,” he sighs a bit, rolling his eyes. “Was that I would get full access to your body for the time it took to get you clear of Dressrosa.”

“… Why?”

“Why did I want full access? Or why were you willing to give it?” He tilts his head and shrugs, answering before you can clarify. “I suppose I wanted to be able to commit all of you to memory.”

The even look on his face falters slightly, but it could just be a trick of the bright light overhead. Something makes your heart twist.

“As for why you agreed,” he continues, standing up and pulling a blanket from somewhere you couldn’t see. “I suppose because you wanted to get away from the Young Master that badly.” He says, laying it over you.

The title rattled something in your memories and you tug at the restraints. He looks down at them and shakes his head. “Sorry, I can’t release those yet.

“The Tang has some tricky maneuvering to do, and you were, technically, dead for a couple minutes. Probably the biggest cause of the memory loss, but hopefully it will clear up quickly. What I do isn’t magic though, and I had to stitch a lot of you back together. Some of it was superficial, controlled by my fruit, but the rest needed to look real.”

He shifts a little, sitting down beside you. “I’ve never brought someone back from something like that, and when you successfully came back around it was two days of hit or miss. I couldn’t get your fever to break until we dropped you in a full on ice bath.”

“Once you stabilized, I decided to warm you up and start on my payment.” He runs a hand over your forehead, the look in his eyes making your chest tight. “But, if you don’t remember, I don’t want your last, or maybe only, memory of me to be something like that.”

“… What’s… what’s your name?” You ask. Your stomach knots. You know you should know it, he’s said as much, but you want to know it.

“… I have a few. The Young Master calls me Cora-chan. Most of the Family calls me Corazon.” He brushes his fingers through your hair, it’s warm and relaxing. Nothing in the action makes you uncomfortable. “My actual name is Trafalgar Law.”

“Trafalgar… D Water Law…. Right?” You question and see a genuine smile cross his face.

“You remember something.”

You nod slightly, shutting your eyes and grimacing a little. “Not enough.”

“It’ll come back.”

“Before or after I know?”

His brows furrow. “After you know what?”

“Why I asked you.” You clarify, and Law just looks at you for a moment before you continue. “Was it because I trusted you would do so much for so little? Did I think that if you denied me that dying at your hands would’ve been best? Did I think that even if you rejected my request you could still protect me somehow?

“What was I to him?” You question, breaking away from your initial train of thought.

“To… Doflamingo?”

“… Yes, I think so.”

“A gift. A toy. I don’t know what he did or didn’t do to you.” Law admits. “But he dressed you in riches, and paraded around Dressrosa with you. You weren’t from the island, and I never heard a surname for you. Just (Y/N), on the rare occasions he called you by name.”

Law looks uncomfortable. “Otherwise it was always –.”

“Little heart.” You said at the same time as Law, and he nods.

There was a long silence between the two of you. Law didn’t shift or look uncomfortable, and you didn’t do much except stare off into space and let your mind wander a little. Mostly, toward some semblance of a decision. You wanted to make a choice, it didn’t matter the way, not really, but there was something at the edges of your mind that motivated you.

“I… want you to take your payment.” You say finally, heat rushing through you. You look at him when you say it, but you can’t keep eye contact for long.

“Why?” He questions softly.

“I want to agree to it now, when… when your desire is the only motivator. I don’t want to offer myself as some kind of revenge against a man I cannot remember, that I do not want to remember. Something in me just wants to be able to offer myself up this way.

“Freely.

“Truly.

“Honestly.”

He’s quiet for a moment. Breathing in slowly and letting it out just as slowly. “You’re certain?”

You nod. “All I have right now are the barest parts of myself, and it’s what I want.”

He’s quiet a moment longer before he stands up and sheds his shirt. There’s something in the tattoo on his chest that rustles through your memories, the hearts on his shoulders stir something different, but you’re not trying to hold onto any of it.

Just him.

His gaze finds yours for a moment, and he leans over you, a question on his lips that he decides to keep to himself. His chest is warm against yours as he leans down and kisses you, fingers slipping through your hair and cradling your head as he pushes against your lips with more heat.

His other hand pulls the blanket off you, causing you to gasp at the rush of cool air. His tongue follows in past your parted lips and your gasp turns into a soft moan. The fervent kiss is gentle, and controlling. He kisses you how he wishes to, and you let him.

Your hands flex in the cuffs, but instead of admonishing you he shifts, and runs his hands down your arms, easily reaching over the table to do so. He breaks the kiss a little, leaning back enough to look into your eyes and kiss the tip of your nose.

“Stay still.” He whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and letting his words fall gently into your ear. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“Room.” He commands and you feel your whole world shift.

Your mind isn’t sure how to comprehend what follows. Like the fever dreams of earlier, but even more surreal. Law takes you apart piece by piece, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s no tension or pain, and he seems to set the pieces of you exactly where he wants them. He holds onto one of your hands, and kisses a soft trail along your skin that comes into your senses from everywhere.

A kiss at your collarbone is then against the back of your thigh. A soft sigh warms the skin of your shoulder and your knee at the same time. Whenever your fingers tighten against his he reassures you, promising that you’ll be fine. Nothing will move in a way that will exacerbate your injuries. All you will feel is pleasure, and he’ll put you back exactly as you were.

But for now, for these moments, he’s going to explore all of you. There’s intimacy in his actions on a level you’d never experienced before. He was literally inside you, against the lines of your organs, caressing the bundles of your muscles. Nothing burned, nothing ached, it was a warm touch and gentle sensation.

Fingers, teeth, tongue – Law systematically seemed to commit your body to every sense he could manage. He breathed in your skin after licking along the lines he had created, savoring the sounds that fell from your lips.

By the time your brain could make sense of the sensations he was putting you back together. It had been euphoric in its own way, but you just hadn’t been sure how to parse the strange shifts of pleasure as they moved smoothly from one part of you to another. Especially when none of those parts were normally connected to one another.

“Are you alright, snow drop?” He questions softly, having freed your arm so he could hold your hand as he sat down beside you. His face was flush. He almost looked drunk on something.

You nod. “Comfortable.” You begin, giving him a sleepy smile. “I feel comfortable.”

He smiles, but your sleepy smile twists and tears slide down the sides of your face despite your efforts. You take in a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…” Law’s fingers tighten against yours and he runs his other hand over your hair soothingly.

“It’s okay.” He assures you. “You have nothing to apologize fo-.”

“I don’t want to leave you.” You sob. “I don’t even know why, but…” Biting your lip you look away. You aren’t sure what the shock on his face says, and you didn’t even mean to say what you said in the first place. Your mouth had simply moved before your brain could stop it.

There’s a long silence between the two of you, and once you’ve gotten yourself back under control again you squeeze his hand.

“I’m… That was cruel of me.” You admit quietly. “I only, er, we only agreed to what we agreed to. Whether I can remember all of the details or not doesn’t mah-ma-matter.” You tried to keep your voice steady, but tears burned in your eyes and down to your chest at the end of your words.

Law takes your hand into both of his, head bowed and pressed against your knuckles as he sits beside you. You’re not even sure he really heard what you just said, but he’s silent for what seems like forever before he looks toward you again.

“You really want to stay with me?” He questions.

You sniffle and nod.

He reaches out, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that the Heart Seat left the family for emotional reasons.”

“But, you-.”

“I already betrayed them by freeing you.” He interrupts. “And for the same reasons I’m willing to do this. So don’t worry.”

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 1: Waiting

Only way to get back into my groove is to post as often as possible so let's do this! As always, people who hate spoilers (for this book, for this series, for everything that has ever or will ever exist) should not Keep Reading.

This chapter begins with the ravens icon because it features gratuitous abuse of corvids.

The land seemed to be waiting. Waiting for something to burst.

The land and Rand being one and all, presumably it's waiting for Rand himself to snap and go on a solo adventure.

He sniffed the wind without thinking. The smell of horse predominated, and of men and men’s sweat. A rabbit had gone through those trees not long since, fear powering its run, but the fox on its trail had not killed there. He realized what he was doing, and stopped it.

I really "enjoy" how we jump from Perrin whining about Moiraine holding things up and having a tight grip to Perrin holding up his own character arc with a vicegrip. I do feel like our boy will be making subtle progress this book, at least.

They were not as tall as he, nor as big—years as a blacksmith’s apprentice had given him arms and shoulders to make two of most men’s—but he had begun shaving every day to stop their jokes about his youth. Friendly jokes, but still jokes. He would not have them start again because he spoke of a feeling.

I would think the best way to avoid accusations of youth would be to keep your facial hair but maybe Perrin's still in that patchy phase. You can really see just how tightly strung he is that even friendly jokes from dudes he's been traveling with for months get to him.

“It has to report. To a Halfman, usually.” In the Borderlands there was a bounty on ravens; no one there ever dared assume any raven was just a bird. “Light, if Heartsbane saw what the ravens saw, we would all have been dead before we reached the mountains.”

Of course, if the Halfmen were at all clever about their shadow jumping then they'd be able to significantly narrow the delay in response times. That said,

“Too long for horseback,” Masema sneered. The triangular scar on his dark cheek twisted his contemptuous grin even more. “A good breastplate will stop even a pile arrow except at close range, and if your first shot fails, the man you’re shooting at will carve your guts out.”

It's good to see that months of hanging out have done absolutely nothing to make Masema more likable. Fain's handiwork is alarming with how well it sticks.

The Shienarans knew how far he could see, but they seemed to take it as a matter of course, that and the color of his eyes, as well. They did not know everything, not by half, but they accepted him as he was. As they thought he was. They seemed to accept everything and anything.

Their open acceptance of Perrin and his talents really only makes his reticence all the more frustrating. It's not like he's among the Aes Sedai who might try to gentle him or among the Whitecloaks who'd try to kill him. Dude has possibly the best support network in the world and he still tries to bury everything.

Ragan’s topknot waved as he shook his head. “A Tinker wouldn’t be mixed in this. Either she’s not a Tinker, or she is not the one we are supposed to meet.”

Okay I guess the Shienarians aren't completely perfect, since even the nicer ones are a bit biased against the Traveling People. As Uno points out though, it's very impressive that she's come all this way.

The raven, Perrin thought. Stop looking at that bird and come on, woman. Maybe you’ve brought the word that finally takes us out of here. If Moiraine means to let us leave before spring. Burn her! For a moment he was not sure whether he meant the Aes Sedai, or the Tinker woman who seemed to be taking her own time.

I can't help but feel that despite everything, Perrin might actually be the least patient and even-headed of the boys. He plays a good stoic on the outside - usually - but it's difficult to see early!Rand having this kind of thought process.

She was not young—gray showed thick in her hair where it was not hidden by her cowl—but her face had few lines, other than the disapproving frown she ran over their weapons. If she was alarmed at meeting armed men in the heart of mountain wilderness, though, she gave no sign. Her hands rested easily on the high pommel of her worn but well-kept saddle. And she did not smell afraid.

She's not long for this book, but I do respect Leya quite a bit. This should be quite terrifying.

Leya shrugged and answered hesitantly. “I . . . knew that if I came this way, someone would find me and take me to her. I . . . just . . . knew. I have news for her.”

One wonders what Moiraine is doing to pull off this effect. It might just be that her eyes-and-ears are entirely mundane and simply under instruction to play things up as magical influence; I certainly can't think of any magic in the series that Moiraine would have access to at present that could do this... but it's still early enough in the series that this might be the remnant of some idea of Jordan's that never came to fruition.

“It is possible to oppose evil without doing violence.” Her voice held the simplicity of someone stating an obvious truth.

This feels like a lesson Perrin was meant to learn along the way but of course he never quite does, does he? Even at the end, when his dreamwalking could open him up to non-violent courses of action, he's still pretty much just locked in battle with Slayer and Lanfear. I can't even fully blame Sanderson for this because it's not like Jordan had any better ideas.

She gave him a penetrating look. “And yet you are not happy with your weapons.” How did she know that? He shook his head irritably, shaggy hair swaying. “The Creator made the world,” he muttered, “not I. I must live the best I can in the world the way it is.” “So sad for one so young,” she said softly. “Why so sad?”

For such a peaceful people, they sure do love annihilating their opponents with words. Perrin's got no argument... and again, he won't ever find that better way.

In the distance, the side of a mountain had been carved into the semblance of two towering forms. A man and a woman, Perrin thought they might be, though wind and rain had long since made that uncertain. Even Moiraine claimed to be unsure who they were supposed to be, or when the granite had been cut.

Perhaps King Eawynd of Safer and his queen - or perhaps even him and Mabriam, to celebrate the Compact of the Ten Nations. Perhaps King Aedomon to celebrate his battles against Manetheren. Probably no one we've heard of though.

When he looked over his shoulder, she was casting worried glances up the steep slopes to either side. Scattered trees perched precariously above them. It appeared impossible they would not fall. The Shienarans rode easily, at last beginning to relax.

Maybe it's just that I've been taking a break for a month, maybe it's changing the program I'm using for the ebooks, but I feel like this book has a bit more environmental description than the last one did. It makes it a bit harder to comment - Jordan's descriptions are all quite good so what is there to say - but it really builds up the isolation of this strange mountain camp.

A four-legged serpent scaled in gold and scarlet, golden maned like a lion, and its feet each tipped with five golden claws. A banner of legend. A banner most men would not know if they saw it, but would fear when they learned its name.

The Pattern really made some interesting choices when it decided that the calling card of the Dragon shouldn't be immediately recognizable, didn't it?

[crematedcow]

Hi!! Do you have any physical description of the ROs?

yes! i plan on maybe commissioning some artworks later on when i have the money and get to the part of actually introducing the ROs in the story. but for now have these poorly written descriptions

Chulainn: They maintain an average height but often appear slightly shorter, owing to their perpetually brooding posture. A preference for attire in somber shades of red and black further reinforces the aura of "I despise the world and all who inhabit it." Chulainn's warm, tanned complexion is adorned with delicate freckles gracing their cheeks, and their high cheekbones lend an air of distinction to their visage. Their hair, reminiscent of mahogany wood, flows in wavy strands, draping either just past her shoulder blades or gently resting upon his shoulders. Forest-green eyes, unobstructed by any bangs, gaze out, and one can't help but wish for more smiles to illuminate those beautiful eyes.

Lys: Born slightly shorter than most, Lys's stature often goes unnoticed thanks to their preference for shoes with slightly elevated heels. They typically attire themselves in styles reminiscent of the High Queen's fashion choices. However, when venturing beyond their abode, their wardrobe leans towards regal blues and other dark, majestic hues. Their complexion boasts a rich, dark skin tone, its cold and almost ashen undertones earning Lys the nickname "workaholic vampire" among some, though their soft and graceful facial features belie this moniker. Lys maintains well-groomed, raven black hair that drapes just beyond their shoulders, usually tied in a neat low ponytail. Their greyish eyes keenly observe every motion, reminiscent of the fur of a wolf.

Holly: Standing at the same height as Lys, Holly makes no effort to conceal her slightly shorter stature. While she dons attire similar to that of the pactbearer, she tends to wear it in a slightly more disheveled manner than her counterpart. If she were inclined to change, she would favor lighter hues, but she isn't overly concerned, as long as it's comfortable. Holly possesses a light, neutral skin tone reminiscent of beach sand, which provides a striking contrast to her more sharply defined facial features. Her chocolate brown hair is fashioned into a short, tousled bob, although she enjoys tying it into either a ponytail or twintails. At least her bangs are neatly trimmed, revealing her doe-like brown eyes.

Elli: There isn't much to be said about him. He stands remarkably tall, looming over most people he encounters, and his imposing figure is only accentuated by his constant attire of full armor. His hair remains concealed beneath a regal violet hood, embellished with intricate silver spikes that resemble a crown. As a Blessed One, he is bound by the obligation to conceal his entire form, leaving no room for exceptions, even when it comes to his face. A shroud of black velvet obscures his countenance entirely, leaving curious onlookers to wonder about what lies beneath.

Irydion: Irydion undoubtedly surpasses the average person in height, nearly matching Elli in both stature and build. She consistently opts for practical attire that affords adequate coverage yet doesn't restrict her mobility. While her choice in clothing lacks distinct preference, she tends to gravitate toward earthy, neutral tones like various shades of brown. Her complexion leans towards a lighter side, occasionally veering into a gentle paleness, although prolonged exposure to sunlight readily bestows a sun-kissed tan if she exposes her skin. Irydion possesses somewhat more defined facial features, which she effortlessly brightens with her frequent smiles and radiant, hazel eyes. Crowning her head is a cascade of fine, dirty blonde hair, flowing straight down to her waist. This mane is almost invariably gathered into a high ponytail or a lengthy braid.

Junius: In contrast to Irydion's lofty stature, Junius may initially strike one as rather short. However, in reality, he stands at an average height, perhaps a few centimeters taller than most. He possesses a penchant for eye-catching, revealing attire that proudly showcases his warm, copper-toned skin. His fabric choices tend to gravitate toward vibrant shades of orange and red, a preference that occasionally vexes Irydion, though he remains steadfast in adhering to his own fashion tastes. A light stubble adorns his well-defined jawline, yet his overall countenance exudes an inviting and energetic aura rather than an unapproachable handsomeness. Junius boasts dark, nearly black hair, which, under the right lighting, takes on a more brownish hue similar to his eyes. While his hair exhibits locks, its length, which extends just beyond his neck, can often make these subtleties go unnoticed.

i hope this gives a good insight in what the ROs look like, but i have to say i'm not that good in physical descriptions and at the end of the day they can look however you want to. but these are the basics given :) thank you for the ask!