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oakwood prompt #38

Your significant other has brought a bouquet of flowers to every date you'd been on.

It's a shame you never bothered learning Victorian Flower Language, or you'd have caught their warnings much sooner.

[nentuaby]

Risella screwed up her face in concentration and spoke the words of command; she felt the power flowing into her, imprinted her will upon it, visualized in her mind a mighty beast; and with a little *pop*, her Guardian sprung into existence.

A very, very little *pop*. She spent a moment gazing down in frustration at the spiky, toothy creature nestled between her ankles. "Right. You see? The spells I've managed to find in books and such work, sort of, but they never turn out how they're supposed to. Please, I need you to teach me how to do magic right."

"Hmm, yes, I see." The old wizard stroked her chin thoughtfully and gazed down at the tiny construct. "Well, yes, I'm willing."

Risella was already mustering her next argument-- "Please, I know you don't take apprentices since-- oh! You will?!"

"Mmm. Well, I'll need you to do me a service in return, of course."

Risella gulped. A wizard's price could be... Very steep indeed. But still... "Yes, of course! Ma'am, I'll do anything. I NEED this."

The old woman shook her head sternly. "Lesson one-- never, ever agree to a contract until you've heard all the terms. I'll give you that one for free."

"I'll give you the second one free too. I hope you understand I don't do THAT often. Lesson two--" She poked the miniature Guardian with her walking stick, prompting it to begin gnawing fiercely at the hard oakwood. "It is absolutely impossible to manifest a Guardian without a prepared summoning circle."

"So my price, girl... I'll teach you to do magic right, if you'll teach me to do it wrong!���

[f10werfae]

My Little Love

pairing: Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Short!Reader

summary: they're at his parents house because she's meeting his family and one of his relatives says something about their size difference which triggers Henry's size kink (Major Dom, Loving Henry) (requested by @hallecarey1 )

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Bunny don’t worry, you look so pretty n’ gorgeous” Henry smiled smoothing back Y/n’s hair which was tamed back with a white headband. His bulging arms going around her smaller frame, pulling her flush against his chest, a squeal leaving her mouth as his fingers dipped underneath her skirt and pressed against her freshly groomed pussy.

“Stop being naughty Henry! I’m meeting the rest of your family for the first time and I don’t wanna keep them waiting” Y/n whined shoving his hands off as he laughed smugly, his hands falling to grope her ass roughly before walking over to reach for his car keys. “You ready to go love?” Henry said intertwining her smaller hand with his, watching as she applied another smooth layer of pink lip gloss skilfully, putting it into her small Hermes bag.

“What’s wrong bunny? Why you shakin’ a storm over there?” Henry frowned driving down the country road, his hand settled onto her exposed thigh, his thumb rubbing it soothingly. “Well it’s the first family gathering i’m going to, and all your aunts, uncles and cousins are gonna be there” She said smiling back up at him, her hand holding onto his tightly, playing with the multiple rings adorned on his fingers.

“Listen once we get there, I guarantee they’ll all love you like I do, well maybe not exactly like I do” Henry chuckled gripping her thigh rougher, prompting the smaller woman to laugh and press a wet kiss onto his beard covered cheek. The car falling silent once they pulled into the large house’s driveway, the front filled to the brim with an array of different vans and cars.

“Hold onto me, m’nervous” Y/n breathed out shakily, holding onto his bicep as she watched her boyfriend knock chirpily on the oakwood door.

“Henry my baby! awk Omg and my future daughter-in-law, I missed you!” Henry’s mother Marianne laughed pulling Y/n into her arms, kissing the younger woman on both cheeks, pulling her back to look at her. “You look stunning lovely, we need to do another spa day this month, bet you’re sick of looking at this face all day” Henry scoffed as his mother tugged on his chin, not even receiving a hug from his own ma.

“He’s alright I guess, I missed you too” Y/n smiled sweetly, enough to give anyone a toothache, her demeanour not faltering as she was brought straight into the living room filled to the brim with relatives. Henry’s hand on the small of her back, his fingers drumming softly.

“Awk Henry is this your wee darling! She’s such a small thing, bless her soul she’s so pretty” One of Henry’s aunts exclaimed, holding Y/n in her arms turning her side to side, everyone in the room smiling at the new arrival. “Henry you must have to be so careful with her, must break like glass with a touch of a finger” She winked at them both, causing something to spark inside Henry, the rest of the family laughing the seemingly innocent joke.

“Oh we’re far from careful aunt Luce, surprised she isn’t in pieces yet” He smirked coming up behind her, her head levelled with his chest, both his arms wrapping around her shoulders to clasp in front of her chest. “Hen! That’s so inappropriate, i’m sorry everyone” Y/n scolded, her face heating up at everyones laughs, a small gasp erupting as she felt something hitting her ass from behind.

“Ma i’m gonna go show Y/n around the house, been dying to show her my old room” Within minutes Henry had taken his woman up the stairs in the mansion, her having to jog a little to keep up with his long heavy strides. “W-wait Henry slow down” Y/n gasped as she was pushed into a random room at the end of the extended hallway, realising she was in a room surrounded by DC comics. Henry’s room.

“Sorry bunbun, can’t slow down, all their comments just got to me you know? Break like glass? Bloody laughable” Henry laughed tauntingly, his hands pushing Y/n over the edge of the bed, flipping up her skirt lewdly revealing her cotton white underwear. These were definitely new.

“Henry we can’t, they’re downstairs, what if they hear?” Y/n gasped feeling his middle finger rub up and down her slit, causing the fabric to cling to her wet pussy, a small damp stain starting to appear. “Woahoho look at this love, this is what I needed to see”

“W-what are you doing bear?” Y/n said looking back to see Henry shoving his face against her ass, feeling him take a deep inhale against her pussy. “All freshly shaved for me huh? You smell so fucking good, feel how hard you make me” Henry coaxed taking her hand, not even comparable in size to the bulge basically jumping out of his jeans. Y/n immediately felt her mouth water, remembering all the times her poor pussy had been impaled on his cock.

“I want it, need it now” Y/n said curtly scrambling to turn around and unbutton his jeans and unzip his pants. “Aren’t you eager little one?” He smiled cupping her face, pressing a soft endearing kiss onto her pouty lips, tapping her cheek softly to let her continue her plan. “Actually bunny, lay back for me, be my little starfish yeah? I’ll take care of you n’ quick” He cooed pushing her flat against his old king size bed, a small squeak leaving her as she slightly bounced on the mattress.

Pulling her dress over her head roughly, Henry smiled noticing her chest was left bare, there was a reason he bought a dress with a built in bra. “I love your tits baby, soso much, make me so fucking hard” Henry growled cupping a breast in each hand, his thumb rubbing over her slowly hardening nipples which pebbled in his hands.

“Now for this sweet pussy” Pulling her cotton panties off with one swipe, her bunched it up and shoved it under the pillow her head was on. “What if i’m too loud-“ Y/n felt Henry clamp his lips onto hers, her full lips being sucked in passionately as his tongue eagerly searched for hers. Spit dripping down her face from the corner of her mouth, a whine leaving her as she watched Henry wipe her face with her panties.

“What baby, don’t like the taste of your pussy? Tell you what I love it, love to eat it morning day and night, favourite fucking meal” He growled kissing her again, tasting remnants of her own pussy on her tongue, making him even more harder. His cock now springing out of his boxers due to being so engorged,

“Really? That’s how I feel about this cock of yours bear” Y/n whispered kissing his cheek, fisting his cock in her soft hands, her hands running up and down her nape. “i’m going to cum all over you, wan’ fuck you all night, my little love” Henry moaned humping his sensitive cock against her naked mound, her clit starting to poke out against him.

“yeah feel me fill that little pussy? God you’re my woman aren’t you” Henry nodded along with her as he slowly inched inside her, her voice whining as his thumb rubbed slow circles on her poor clit. His smile widening as he thrusted slowly and deeply, making sure to hit the deepest spots, one which he knew sent her into a frenzy.

“Henry feel so good, could keep you in me forever, you’re so big” Y/n whined, her tits bouncing rhythmically against Henry’s chest, his minty breath fanning her face as he whispered dirty filthy things ‘Gonna make you carry our baby yeah? Maybe they’ll be jus as small as you were? Been dreaming of the day i’d be able to make you a mother, mother of my babies, let everyone know you’re able to take my huge cock’

“F-fuck Henry I cant, ya know that gets me” Y/n whimpered softly, hiding her face in his neck. Henry always knew his words and slow, deep thrusts could get her cumming in minutes, and it doesn’t take him long to follow. “Wait! Mm’sensitive oh my gosh, mmmy oh my fuck” Y/n mumbled highly pitched, her hips slowly grinding against his actively thrusting hips, feeling him chase his own finish.

“Gonna fill you up bunny, right up here” Henry growled smoothing his hand up her stomach, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips, reminding him of just how lucky he was to find someone who loved him like she did. Man if only he knew how lucky she felt, finding a man like Henry to take care of her like no one else before, her big scary soft man.

“Yes yes yes wan’ it now” Y/n grunted cupping his face roughly, her tongue swiping over his lips, his tongue flicking against hers; his cum filling her to the brim. Both of them whining in satisfaction and overstimulation as they watched their mixed juices flow out onto his old superhero sheets. Fuck sake how were they going to get out of this now?

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[snugglywugglysocialist]

Inclement

Your bloodshot eyes dart between the stack of folders piled atop the oakwood desk, and the redhead occupying the space in front of it.

The older woman shuts the file previously splayed opened in her palm, and flings it to the opposite end of her desk, groaning in annoyance. The fine lines nestled in the corners of her eyes deepen as she narrows her gaze out the glass windows of her partition door. Casey inhales sharply, and you know she’s going to continue torturing herself over this case—just as you are—until she finds her smoking gun. You look to her, hoping she can sense your silent inquiry and begin an explanation without being prompted.

“Something is off with the M.E.” She scrapes, the tone of her voice that sickening meld of revulsion and apathy you’re so accustomed to hearing from her; you wince lightly thinking about the times you've heard it before.

“Is there?” You ask, with just enough regard to lend you plausible deniability if she hangs on the incredulous drawl of your words.

“I’ve seen thousands of lab reports, none of them have ever been this clean.” Casey says, angling her lithe body over yours to grab the folder she’d slung across the varnished surface of her desk just minutes ago.

She opens it quickly, fishing out the piece of paper in question with such ease that you’re convinced she has the whole file memorized; she holds the file open in her left hand while wordlessly imploring you to take the report from her right. She's leaning with her back against the desk now, watching your expression as you skim the document. The report takes up about half of the paper, and you’ve never seen one this short.

“Damn.” You whisper absentmindedly, your eyes still glued to the medical examiner’s poorly copied signature occupying the left hand corner of the page.

Casey purses her lips, and tips her head lightly forward with a pervaded smugness. Your gaze moves upwards to meet the redhead’s; her hazel eyes seem to blacken the longer the contact lasts. You’re the first to look away, studying the brass embellishments of her lamp with feigned curiosity as your teeth clamp down on the inside of your cheek. You hand the report back to Casey, pushing back on your heels and resting your hands on your hips.

“So, I guess we’re paying this one a visit?” You ask, almost rhetorically, as you know precisely what she’s going to say next.

“Yep.” Casey says, popping her tongue at the last syllable like she always does when she’s like this—scorned and determined.

The redhead’s agile hands move to deftly collect the scattered files and shove them into her briefcase. You allow your eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds in a brief moment of loss against the battle of exhaustion. This case has left ragged nerves in its wake, and you’re sure it’s evident in the wild-eyed looks worn by both you and the older woman. The sharp clang of her keys hitting one another forces you out of your infirmity just in time to return the knowing gaze Casey tosses your way.

Hours pass and you’re still on the road; traffic is slow and Casey’s speeding, but it’s futile to aptly close the distance between the courthouse and the medical examiners office situated in a different borough. Silence ensnared each of you long ago, only the sounds of distant cars able to penetrate the vacuum of the older woman’s car. As you fixate on Casey’s jumbled keychain, now swinging wildly from the ignition, you find yourself pondering about Casey’s thoughts more than the situation itself.

“What are you thinking?” You mumble, the timbre of your voice one of resonance; the one that always forces Casey to listen.

“Not much.” She responds faintly, and you know weariness is catching up to her.

You nod idly in response, going against your own wishes to press her until she relinquishes an honest answer. Looking away from Casey’s stoic expression, you glance at the GPS and silently praise the concept of time for tipping in your favor, and ending this miserably long car ride. Casey leans in to end the route before pulling into the crumbling parking lot of the medical examiner’s office. The redhead barely shifts into park before killing the ignition, and neither of you hesitate before jumping out of the car.

The wind sucks the air out of your lungs, and you grit your teeth in pure misery at the feeling. Casey is standing parallel to the front end of the car, looking upwards. You angle your chin down in a bootless attempt to escape the biting wind; you curse her under your breath for making you wait outside like this. Without even looking at her, you know she's gawking at the looming black rain clouds nestled in every corner of the sky. Staring at the pavement, you wonder if Casey notices your oddities as you do hers.

Casey turns suddenly on her heels, her gaze now fixed on you as it was on the storm. You face the building once you realize she’s done playing weatherman, and bolt forward in desperation. Casey walks indolently behind you, simply refusing to be bludgeoned by the squall. You finally reach the low-hanging awning of the office, and position yourself in the furthest corner of the entry porch.

You’re sighing into the side of the brick wall, and Casey laughs at your heaving state. Normally, the condescension imbued in the corner of her upturned lips would’ve infuriated you, but you shoot her a genuine half-smile as you open the door for her. Casey nods to you as she heads back, signaling for you to stay behind. You watch as she greets the woman occupying the front desk; soon after, she’s leading the redhead down a short hallway opposite the left wall.

You pace around the front foyer as you try to discern the muffled voices coming from what you believe to be the autopsy room. Your eyes rake slowly over peeling yellow paint, and the various papers pinned to a decaying cork board hung above a row of upholstered chairs. You realize that Casey’s voice is considerably deeper than that of the doctor, and you chuckle thinking about how she’s probably taller than him as well.

Not even ten minutes later, the familiar sound of Casey’s heels against the floor pulls you from your stint as an interior design critic, and you look up just as she rounds the corner. She waves a piece of paper to you tacitly, and from the way her teeth clamp into her bottom lip, you know she’s holding the real report. You wait for her to get closer before heading down the drab hallway and out the door.

You peel your eyes away from Casey’s intoxicatingly hubristic expression, and finally notice what you’d walked into. Casey stops herself from stepping out from beneath the awning, and raises her eyebrows as she looks forward. Despite your years spent in the northeast, you’ve never seen rain like this. You can see but a few feet in front of you; the rest is a complete white out.

“Fuck.” Casey says, and it’s just barely audible above the abrasive rain.

“We can’t drive home in this shit.” You say indignantly, and Casey nods in response, squinting in attempt to see through the pummeling sheets of water.

You walk back a few steps to lean against the brick wall of the office, letting your head hit against it. Casey keeps her back to you, and you exploit the opportunity to let your eyes lazily rake over her figure. Suddenly, she turns to you, looking as if she’d found some sort of absolute truth to the universe. She moves to angle her body against the building as well, and cocks her head to the left.

“I saw a hotel as we were driving in—about a block down that way. I say we go there until this passes.” Casey says, speaking rather loudly on account of the rain.

You nod in agreement regarding the older woman’s plan, still focusing on the movement of her hands as she lets them fall to her sides; she could’ve told you the sky was red, and you would’ve nodded dumbly in concurrence just the same. You watch absentmindedly as Casey shoves the report into the inside pocket of her jacket, and buttons it. Without saying anything, she’s grabbing your forearm and dragging you towards the car in a sprint.

Within seconds you’re both planted stiffly in the seats of Casey’s car, saturated from the assaulting downpour. The redhead mumbles expletives under her breath as she pulls the keys from her pocket. You let your head sink into the cold leather of your seat, trying to ignore the sudden urge to rid yourself of the drenched suit now clinging to your skin. Casey makes it to the hotel quickly in spite of the weather, and you’re relieved to see that the entrance is roofed.

She unclips her seatbelt after parking and twists to reach something in the back seat, her white button-down slipping from beneath the waistband of her slacks and revealing the line of her hip bone. You close your eyes and shake your head lightly as if doing so would suppress your thoughts about the older woman in the seat next to you. Thankfully, the valet now standing in front of the car derails your previous train of thought. Casey exits the car seconds before you, swinging open the back passenger door, and fetching a small duffel bag you’ve never seen before.

“Do you seriously have an emergency bag of clothes?” You ask, closing the car door for her.

“You don’t?” She remarks, smiling arrogantly at her own prudence.

“I knew you were insane, but this breeches a new territory of control freak.” You say, genuinely laughing at the prospect.

“You should follow my pre-planning skills; I’m not going to be the one stuck in wet clothes for hours.” She says, quelling her expression of conceit before approaching the front desk.

You signal Casey to hand you her bag as she begins speaking to the front desk clerk. She complies without thought, still speaking amiably to the man situated behind the concave desk. You stand to the side of the redhead, staring at the grain patterns in the wood veneer and static occupies the expanse of your thinking. Lethargy diseases your entire being, and you try to remember the last full-night’s worth of sleep you’ve had; just as you determine it’s been about a week since, Casey’s pushing a keycard into your hand and pulling her bag off of your shoulder.

“We shouldn’t be here more than a few hours.” She rasps quietly after taking a few steps down the corridor.

You nod indifferently, fidgeting with the plastic card in your right hand. Casey stops in front of a door abruptly, and you’re thankful that the room she scored is on the first floor. You scan the card, and fling open the white door with such vigor that it bounces off the opposing wall. Casey glares at you for the noise before slinging her bag onto a low table in the middle of the room. She looks around for a moment, and raises her brows in approval of the room. You throw yourself onto the bed petulantly, and groan out for no discernible reason.

“Didn’t know I hired a ten year old.” Casey says, looking at you with amusement.

“My mental age goes down two years with each day I don’t sleep, we’re sitting at twelve right now.” You mutter, sliding your hands down your face in attempt to stay awake.

Casey chuckles before sitting on the bed next to you and making your breath hitch. She exhales sharply before ripping off her suit jacket, and throwing it on the same table with her bag. You can see that the sun is beginning to set behind the rows of concrete buildings outside the window, and you wonder how long this storm is going to last. Neither of you speak now; the wind throws the window pane against its frame with an offensive knocking, and it’s all you can focus on. Eventually, Casey stands to grab her bag, and the idea of dry clothes is much too appealing for you to ignore.

“Do you have something I can borrow in there?” You ask quietly, and you know she’s going to give you hell.

“I do, but it would be much more enjoyable to torture you by refusing.” She responds, her voice so bereft of humor that if you didn’t know her, you’d think she was serious.

“My mental age goes down three years every hour I have this shit on.” You say, gesturing to your coldly dampened suit; Casey laughs and launches a ball of clothing directly at your head.

“And here I thought your softball career ended in high school.” You manage to say between laughs, and Casey clutches her chest in fake offense at your jab.

You try to ignore the spinning of your head as you stand and head into the bathroom. As you unfurl the folded hoodie and shorts, you stare in surprise at the college logo printed on each of them. You peel the suit from your body in haste and begin to shiver. Casey’s clothes hang off of you limply, and you force down the feeling in your gut at wearing the other woman’s sweatshirt. You drop your head downwards when you realize how the clothes smell like her despite probably being in her car for months.

You walk back into the room to see the redhead lying on the bed just as you were, her eyes hooded and jaded. You place your suit over the back of a chair positioned in the corner of the room, and approach the bed once more. Sitting down, you look at her knowingly and purse your lips in understanding. She turns her head away from your gaze and stands to grab the clothes she’d laid out for herself. You check your watch as she goes to change, and the likelihood of being forced to stay overnight in this hotel is burgeoning rapidly. Casey returns wearing a similar outfit to yours—a tattered hoodie and shorts.

“You never told me you went to Harvard.” You note dully, and Casey grins as she throws her pantsuit onto the same chair as yours.

“I guess not. I went for law school.” She responds lowly, and you fail to suppress a giggle.

“Is that funny to you?” She asks playfully, joining you on the bed.

“I’m just trying to envision you in college.” You say, and Casey scoffs at your statement.

“Why do I get the feeling we’re going to be here all night.” Casey breathes, staring blankly out the window.

“Looks like you’re sleeping on the floor, Novak.” You mutter, and her scraping laugh follows.

“It’s a queen sized bed. I’m sure we’re both capable of staying on our own side.” The redhead responds, and you exhale sharply.

The thought of being made to sleep in the same bed as the older woman—as enticing its appeal—has your head pounding. Casey shifts closer to you unknowingly, trying to get a better view out the window, and you shift to glance at her. The expanse of Casey’s neck is exposed as she cranes to the side, and you know you should look away, but you can’t. The water-blurred moonlight shines through the window and reveals the intent expression worn by the redhead; you hold your breath as you fixate on her unabashedly now.

She eventually looks back to you with a slight frown as she heeds your staring, pulling you from your trance. You move to get up to avoid having to cover for your gawking, but she grabs your wrist, keeping you planted to the bed. You snap your head back to her in shock, and she catches her tongue between her teeth for a moments before straightening her posture. Casey increases her constriction exponentially before speaking as if it were mirroring the veracity of her following words.

“What was that?” She asks rigidly, and it’s barely enough to shake you from your panicked state.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You respond, your tone dripping with sudden animosity at the pain.

“Why the hell were you looking at me like that?” Casey grills crossly, tightening the grip on your wrist even harder, and pulling you toward her.

“Go to bed, Casey.” You say to dismiss her question, but she doesn’t relent.

You attempt to get up once more, but she keeps her hold on your wrist firm. You’re not sure if it’s the weariness or the way Casey’s glaring at you, but you choose to sit there silently; your bluff seems to work, and the older woman drops your arm irascibly. She turns away from you and runs her hands through her hair quickly, seemingly trying to process what just happened. She stands and walks a few steps forward, attaching her hands to her hips and keeping her gaze fixed at the wall.

You join her, approaching her towering figure from behind, and grazing your hand across her spine; she shutters at the feeling and leans back. Your resolve dwindled hours before now, and the consequences of your thoughts cease as a threat when Casey faces you. Her eyes are harrowing and the tattered crewneck she’s wearing hangs off of her too rightly. Your hands find her face, the tips of your fingers brushing along the contour of her cheekbones and jaw; the plaintive expression she wore just moments ago withers with each fleeting touch.

Casey’s eyes flutter close as your thumb moves gently over her full lips, and she sways into your ministrations. The older woman mumbles something under her breath when your hands move down to her waist, but you can’t quite make it out for the pounding of your heart in your ears. Within seconds, she’s on your lips with urgency, angling her hand across your chin in a silent plea to not pull away. Her tongue grazes across your teeth as she moves her hands to slide beneath your sweatshirt, and you feel as if you’re going to collapse. You’re panting when you pull away, and her look of forlornness returns until you’re pushing her towards the bed.

Casey sits on the edge, and you give her—or yourself—no time to think before perching yourself on the redhead’s lap, and attaching your lips to hers once more. She slides her hands over your chest falteringly, and her hesitation doesn’t go without notice by you. You drag your lips downward until you reach the side of her neck, and you can feel the vibration of her moans when they crack through her chest. The pressure between your thighs builds with each sound slipping past Casey’s lips, and you find it increasingly more difficult to think. As your teeth sink into the flesh bridging the gap between her neck and shoulder, her hand glides beneath your shorts.

Your head drops into the crook of her neck as she toys with you, and you begin to rock your hips into her touch. The redhead whines when she slips past the barrier of your underwear, moving along the length of you languidly. She makes several passes through your folds, lingering near your clit before she enters you slowly. Your cries of impatience bounce off the white walls of the room, and Casey croons in your ear sincerely as she pumps in and out of you. You’re on the precipice within moments at the torturously skilled digits sliding into you, and your legs tremble uncontrollably. You grip the back of Casey’s hair as she plants soft kisses across the skin of your face and neck, contrasting the vigorous pace her hand now moves with.

Your hips stutter and jerk as every part of your body snaps taught; Casey fights to keep you in position as she guides you through your orgasm, bringing her other arm around your waist and forcing you into her. Her movements slow and your body goes slack against hers, your lungs burning. You groan as she slides out of you, and she pushes her fingers past your teeth to fuck your throat with them; when she removes them, she occupies your mouth with her own, smiling slightly at the taste of you on your own lips. You break from her and force her down suddenly, the carnality with which you want her—begging and writhing beneath you—overwhelming your self-control.

Casey gasps when you tear her sweatshirt from her body, throwing it behind you to the ground before repeating the same actions with her shorts. Her pale skin flushes a deep shade of pink at the abruptness of your actions, and she shuts her thighs in humiliation. You shoot her a glare before prying her legs apart, and keeping them open with your knee. She moans when you begin to meticulously suck marks into the skin of her chest, taking your time to ensure each of them will bruise. Her back begins to arch upwards, grinding your hips together and eliciting the friction she so desperately craves. The redhead continues this action until you apply your full weight to her body, halting her actions.

“Please.” She begs against you, her trembling hands moving to grasp your waist in fervor.

“I don’t know, my wrist still hurts; you can cum on your own, can’t you?” You say wryly, and her face drops at your recommendation.

“I want you.” Casey pleads, and the uncharacteristic shame on her face amuses you immensely.

“Get yourself off and I’ll consider.” You chide, kissing her cheek softly just to piss her off even more.

You rid her of your presence, moving to sit on the edge of the bed to get a better view of her heaving body. Casey exhales petulantly as your hand swats the outside of her leg, imploring her to oblige your wishes. She peels her panties from her legs, tossing them to the floor to join her other clothes. The older woman brings her hand up to glide across her slit, and you moan at the visual alone. Your hand braces her knees apart to embarrass her as much as possible, and she begins moving in and out of herself. Your name tumbles from her lips in a bid to entice you into replacing her hand with your own. She continues fucking herself and repeating an oscillating mantra of your name and lewd expletives until she’s just about to finish.

You smack her hand away when it becomes too much for you to only watch, and you quickly begin to move through her slowly. She grabs fistfuls of the sheets when you increase your speed, keeping her right on the edge before pulling away, and attaching your mouth to her clit. Casey’s nearly screaming now, burying her spry hands in your hair and holding your head to her core. Your tongue moves across her deliberately, trying to weaken every muscle in her body with your actions. She cums hard, grasping at your neck and hair in a frenzy as you maintain your pace. Casey is cursing now, releasing words you’d never even heard her utter until this moment.

After tormenting the older woman to a point you deem sufficient, you force your mouth away from her cunt and crawl up her body. Casey is still gasping for air when you envelop her lips softly, her legs still spasming from the scourge you’d ended just seconds ago. You kiss her gently until her breathing slows, and she relaxes fully into the mattress in pure exhaustion. You chuckle at her pathetic state, and note the absence of the distress that was present in her face earlier in the day. The redhead winces as she props herself up on her arms, and raises up slowly. You bend to retrieve the clothes you’d torn off her body from the carpet.

“We’re fucked if anyone finds out about this.” She breathes, moving to take the hoodie out of your outstretched hand.

“This can’t happen again.” You respond, despite you both knowing it will.

[feyhunter78]

What about 6 or 20 (author’s choice) and young Elrond? Thank you ❤️

I went ahead and did #20, and I think it came out pretty well!!! (Also, this def has some Bridgerton inspo, and you'll see it in the dialogue) Thank you for your patience! <3 I was supposed to get lasik yesterday then last minutes the Dr came out and was like "actually nvm we have to do a different procedure, we need to reschedule." So it's been a weird day or so for me XD

The Object of All His Desires

This is prompt #20 from the list, which mean you can no longer request #20 for Elrond!

Elrond prided himself on his silver tongue. How he could spin an ordinary tale into an epic for the ages, or how he could turn a simple idea into a speech fit for a king. But when it came to you, he often found himself tripping over his words. His tongue suddenly swelling and becoming too heavy to move properly when faced with your radiance.

A perfect example would be now, as you stand before him tears in your eyes, clad only in a nightdress and robe as you stand outside his door, chest heaving, lips trembling asking him why was he ignoring you? Why was he acting so cold and callous towards you?

“Elrond please, you must tell me now. If I have done something to upset you, or I have offended you, torment me no longer and bid me to leave your sight never to cross your path again.” Your voice shook, eyes brimming with tears as you clutched at your robe for stability.

“No, you have not offended me, I bear no ill will towards you y/n, I promise you.” He said hurriedly, ushering you inside his chambers.

“But if I have not, then why have you been avoiding me? I have searched my mind and cannot find a reason.” You continued, voice filled with sorrow, as you wrapped your robe further around yourself, not meeting his eyes.

Elrond’s mind was a mess. He had been avoiding you because he could no longer contain his affections. Every moment he spent in your presence, he had to fight back the urge to blurt out his feelings in the most undignified way. But to see you so distraught, so uncertain, tore at his heart and his resolve.

“I have been battling within myself for some time, and I wished to spare you of my turmoil.” He said gently, hand twitching with the urge to reach out and comfort you. But he could not, if he did, he would find himself unable to let you go.

“We are friends, you can always come to me with your difficulties, you know this.” You said, lifting your gaze to his.

Elrond hung his head as he saw your tears, glistening like diamonds as they fell. “Of course, I do, but this particular matter is one I must solve myself.”

You took a step forward and took one of his hands in yours. “No matter is too dark or difficult that the light of friendship cannot help resolve it.”

Your voice was so gentle, so earnest, that his fingers curled around your hand, and he fell to his knees, head still hung low. “Y/N, I do not deserve this kindness, if you knew the depths of my desire, the dreams I have had you would scorn me.”

Your voice grew in strength before softening once more as you caressed his jaw. “Never, I would never scorn you. Elrond, you have a piece of my heart that no one else shall ever have, and that is not easily dissuade.”

Elrond looked up at you, oakwood eyes filled with a mix of admiration and anxiety. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want you. It’s terrifying. And so, so beautiful.” He said, voice reverent and trembling, he pressed your hand to his lips, the warmth lingering.

“I do not know what to say.” You said breathlessly, heart pounding in your chest.

“You need not say anything, I could no longer remain quiet, my affections for you have grown too large in my heart. Y/N I merely needed you to know how much I love you.”

You sunk to your knees and cupped Elrond’s face. “I do not know what to say except that I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and I will never cease to love you.” You pressed your lips to his, pouring every ounce of affection and feeling you had into the kiss, hoping he would understand the longing you’ve carried for so long.

When you broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, he took your hands and kissed them both. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered, and you whispered it right back before connecting your lips once more.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority

[teine-mallaichte]

Day 30 @ailesswhumptober - Prompt: delirious.

After his hired mercenary collapses Markus takes him to Oakswood. continued from Whumptober day 29 - Burnout

CW: illness, fever, delirium, implied slavery, references to past trauma, themes of servitude, pain, distress.

AIless whumptober list

Echoes of a forgotten war

Eldrin master list

It had been a quiet day in Oakwood, the bitter cold keeping most of the townsfolk huddled inside the warm inns and taverns. The last thing Arfam had expected was for Markus to stagger into the guild, a delirious and barely conscious mercenary slung over his shoulder. It was not unusual for sick or injured sellswords and adventurers to turn up at the guild, nor was it out of character for Markus to bring them in. The merchant had an irritating habit of hiring escorts too green for the multi-day journeys between towns.

But it had quickly become apparent that this was not your average injury.

Arfam shook his head, quickly shifting his focus back to the task at hand, applying cool cloths to the mercenary’s fevered skin as the elf muttered and twisted seemingly entirely unaware of his surroundings. “We need to keep 'im calm,” he said, his voice steady despite the growing concern in his gut.

“Calm?” Markus echoed incredulously, his eyes wide. “He’s delirious, Arfam!”

The dwarf sighed; Markus wasn’t wrong, but there was little they could do. Neither of them were healers, and neither had much expertise in elven physiology. Arfam’s mind drifted back, memories rising like mist from a distant past. He remembered the free elves from his youth— their laughter ringing like music, their eyes bright and full of life. Now, it felt like a lifetime ago. In truth, he hadn’t seen an elf in at least thirty years—probably before this poor lad had even been born.

Since arriving in the human cities, places where no free eld would dare tread, the only elves Arfam had encountered were conscripts—broken shadows of the beings he once admired. They wore the same pointed ears and delicate features of the free elves his hometown had traded with, but their air of desperation and fear made his heart ache. The sight of them had haunted him. He’d learned quickly to avoid them. It was easier that way, but it never sat right with him.

The elf’s breaths were shallow, his skin glistening with sweat as he mumbled incoherently. “Master… I… I can do better,” he murmured, a web of frost beginning to spread from his hands over the stone floor beneath him.

Arfam exchanged a worried glance with Markus, "what you say his name was?"

“Eldrin,” Markus replied, his voice tense, "picked him up in Westport for days ago… I… I thought he was human."

Arfam nodded. “Eldrin,” he called softly, hoping to pull the mercenary back from the edge of his fevered mind. “Can you hear me?”

Eldrin’s eyes flickered open, but the once-vibrant blue-grey was now clouded by a dull silver, he gasped, each breath shaky. “Master… please…” The words slurred, tumbling from his lips. “Need to…”

Markus knelt beside them, his hands wringing nervously. “What's happening to him?"

“Affinity burnout… It’s like a sickness,” Arfam explained as he rewet the cloth, pressing it to the elf’s brow. “Causes fever, delirium… Elf affinities aren’t just magic—they’re like… a part of them. Reacts to emotions." He shot Markus a dry half-smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Bet they don’t teach you human-folk this stuff, do they?”

“So… he’s suffering because he pushed too hard?" the merchanat asked slowly, trying to make sense of the situation, "That’s…”

“Common for conscripts.” Arfam’s words cut in sharply, his voice low but steady. “Conditioned to push past their limits. But you—” he gave Markus a look that was almost pitying, “you went and picked up a fugitive without knowing it, didn’t you?”

"I… I thought he was just a sellsword…" Markus stammered, "A bit jumpy ye, but untill he practically summoned a blizzard he seemed… Normal."

Arfam's brow furrowed as he focused on the elf, wiping the sweat from Eldrin's brow while carefully avoiding the ice that threatened to creep up his arms. "'Normal'" The dwarf echoed glancing back at the merchant, his voice low but firm. "You need to understand what you’re dealing with 'ere. This elf… he’s not just a mercenary. He’s been trained as a weapon. Whoever his 'owner' is, they'll be looking for 'im. The nobels don't take kindly to their 'property' escaping."

Markus swallowed hard, the implications of Arfam’s words sinking in like a stone in his gut. “What do we do?”

Arfam’s eyes narrowed as he considered their options. “First, we get 'im stable. Once he’s coherent, we can figure out the rest,” he replied, his tone authoritative.

“Eldrin,” Arfam called again, leaning closer. “Can you hear me?”

"Eldrin’s eyes fluttered, his focus drifting from Arfam to the empty air, as if he were straining to see someone only he could sense. 'Master… I… I won’t fail,' he muttered, the words torn from him in a hoarse, broken whisper.

Arfam pressed a cool cloth against Eldrin’s feverish brow, meeting the dull, haunted glint in the elf’s eyes. “Focus on me, lad. Not 'im. You’re safe here.”

A beat passed, the tension thickening as Eldrin's body tensed momentarily. Finally, Eldrin’s gaze caught on Arfam’s face for a fleeting moment. "Too warm…" he murmured, his voice softer, as the frost crept up his arm once more.

The dwarf sighed as he re-dampened the cloth on Elrins forehead, "I know kid. We're got ya'."

[coastermaynia]

Coasters on Previous Years' Lists

List of coasters on the prompt lists from 2020-2023, alphabetical by park name!

Adventureland

Dragon (2021)

Monster (2022)

Outlaw (2023)

Alton Towers

Galactica (2022)

Oblivion (2021)

Smiler (2020)

Wicker Man (2023)

Blackpool Pleasure Beach

Icon (2021)

Busch Gardens Tampa

Cobra’s Curse (2022)

Iron Gwazi (2021)

Kumba (2020)

Montu (2023)

Busch Gardens Williamsburg

Alpengeist (2022)

Pantheon (2021)

Verbolten (2023)

California’s Great America

Gold Striker (2020)

RailBlazer (2023)

Canada’s Wonderland

Bat (2023)

Behemoth (2022)

Leviathan (2020)

Yukon Striker (2021)

Carowinds

Copperhead Strike (2020)

Fury 325 (2021)

Nighthawk (2022)

Cedar Point

Corkscrew (2022)

GateKeeper (2023)

Millennium Force (2020)

Steel Vengeance (2021)

Chessington World of Adventures

Dragon’s Fury (2022)

China Dinosaurs Park

Dinoconda (2021)

Dollywood

Lightning Rod (2020)

Thunderhead (2022)

Dorney Park

Steel Force (2023)

Drayton Manor

Shockwave (2022)

Efteling

Baron 1898 (2021)

Vliegende Hollander (2023)

Joris en de Draak (2022)

Energylandia

Zadra (2020)

Europa Park

blue fire (2023)

Silver Star (2022)

Wodan (2020)

Farup Sommerland

Fonix (2022)

Ferrari Land

Red Force (2021)

Fuji-Q Highland

Do-Dodonpa (2020)

Eejenika (2022)

Fujiyama (2021)

Takabisha (2023)

Fun Spot Atlanta

ArieForce One (2023)

Hansa Park

Flucht von Hovgorod (2023)

Karnan (2020)

Heide Park

Colossos (2022)

Krake (2023)

Hersheypark

Candymonium (2020)

Skyrush (2021)

Wildcat’s Revenge (2023)

Holiday Park

Expedition GeForce (2021)

Holiday World

Voyage (2020)

Indiana Beach

Steel Hawg (2021)

Islands of Adventure

Velocicoaster (2022)

Kennywood

Phantom’s Revenge (2020)

Steel Curtain (2021)

Kentucky Kingdom

T3 (2020)

Kings Dominion

Intinidator 305 (2020)

Twisted Timbers (2022)

Volcano (2023)

Kings Island

Beast (2020)

Mystic Timbers (2021)

Orion (2023)

Racer (2022)

Knott’s Berry Farm

GhostRider (2022)

HangTime (2020)

Silver Bullet (2023)

Xcelerator (2021)

Knoebels

Impulse (2022)

Phoenix (2020)

Kolmarden

Wildfire (2020)

Liseberg

Helix (2020)

Marineland

Dragon Mountain (2022)

Motiongate

Dragon Gliders (2023)

Nagashima Spa Land

Hakugei (2021)

Steel Dragon 2000 (2020)

Nanchang Sunac Land

Coaster Through the Clouds (2022)

Oakwood

Speed (2021)

Parc Asterix

Toutatis (2023)

Phantasialand

F.L.Y. (2023)

Taron (2020)

Winja’s (2022)

Plopsaland De Panne

Ride to Happiness (2023)

PortAdventura Park

Dragon Khan (2022)

Shambhala (2021)

Sea World Australia

Leviathan (2023)

Sea World Orlando

Ice Breaker (2020)

Mako (2021)

Sea World San Antonio

Texas Stingray (2021)

Silver Dollar City

Time Traveler (2020)

Silverwood

Aftershock (2023)

Six Flags Fiesta Texas

Dr. Diabolical’s Cliffhanger (2023)

Six Flags Great Adventure

El Toro (2022)

Jersey Devil (2021)

Kingda Ka (2020)

Nitro (2023)

Six Flags Great America

Maxx Force (2021)

Six Flags Magic Mountain

Full Throttle (2023)

Goliath (2020)

Twisted Colossus (2022)

X2 (2021)

Six Flags Mexico

Medusa (2021)

Six Flags New England

Wicked Cyclone (2022)

Six Flags Over Georgia

Blue Hawk (2022)

Thorpe Park

Colossus (2020)

Nemesis Inferno (2022)

Stealth (2021)

Swarm (2023)

Tobu Zoo Park

Kawasemi (2022)

Tokyo Dome City

Thunder Dolphin (2020)

Universal Studios Florida

Rip Ride Rockit (2021)

Universal Studios Japan

Flying Dinosaur (2023)

Walibi Belgium

Kondaa (2021)

Walibi Holland

Untamed (2020)

[embracetheremarkable]

mostly a drawing practice for trees

worldbuilding rambling for the under cut lol:

Usually, trees and rocks are affected by the strange magic of the world. This causes patterns in the bark of trees or surface of rocks, some varying in different patterns depending on the region, temperature, or whatever other factors there are

Generally, trees that grow in warmer or temperate climates have the swirling patterns drawn in the picture above

As for the blood drift birchwood, these are trees only seen in the Blood Drifts, an extremely dangerous location in barefield of the flat drifts district. This kind of lumber is very expensive, partially because of the rich red color the wood is. The labor required is taken into consideration, as these trees are in a location with such frigid temperatures that would make even the most heavily dressed people die within minutes. On top of that, the trees produce a red sap that releases chemicals. These chemicals will make the person feel as though theyre killing a living person, prompting most to drop the axe and leave the tree alone

The "eyes" of the tree are also made to intimidate people into leaving it alone

and then heres the bald version of the oakwood lmao

[pynkhues]

hello!! for the mini fic asks I would like to request D) subtle kindnesses, Roy siblings (any dynamic of your choosing!) <3

Hello! LOOK, this is neither a mini fic, nor probably what you wanted, haha, but I hope you like it regardless. <3

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“Can I take your bag, sir?”

It takes Connor a minute to place the voice, to find the source among the crowd of staff lurking inside the doorway and briefly, he wonders if he’s come in the servants’ entrance, which - - jeez, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? Worse than the time he used the dessert spoon instead of the soup spoon at the Carnegie Weill Gala, or maybe not, given at least the only witnesses here would be the help, but then he casts his gaze up to the oakwood staircase, the gold-dipped chandelier, the ornately framed portrait of Caroline’s grandfather, and - -

Yeah.

Okay.

Not the servants’ entrance.

He hasn’t spent that much time at this particular house – one of the older Collingwood estates, and well out of London, located low on the rolling Cornish Coast – and honestly, he’d spent his last stay here drunk enough on the wine Caroline’s brother had brought up from Veneto that he’s not sure he remembers much beyond the bathroom anyway.

The thought makes Connor pick his duffel up off the floor, take a breath, inhaling the pungent smell of camphorwood and a log fire, somewhere in a room nearby, and, weirdly enough, the slightly saccharine scent of vanilla. 

“All good, señor, I’m gonna keep this one on me,” Connor says, stepping out of the way as one of the staff scrubbing at the floor inches closer to his shoes. “Trust me, I know how good the little hands in this house are at getting into things they shouldn’t.”

The butler gives him a strained smile at that, and Connor can’t help but laugh, even as two of the maids flutter past, one carrying a fax machine, the other rolls of paper, which feels - - positive? Maybe? He watches them disappear down the passage, chest oddly tight, and clears his throat, glances up, around, at the high arched ceiling, across the staircase, searching for anyone who isn’t getting a paycheck. Finally, he figures he just may as well ask it.

“Uh, is my dad - - ”

“Connor! You’ve made it!”

It’s Caroline’s voice, bright and loud, that bounces around the foyer, and Connor barely gets a glimpse of dark hair and narrow shoulders, a black draped gown like a Dickensian widow’s, before his throat dries and he bows his head like he did as a boy in Caroline’s ever simmering presence. He adjusts his bag strap, huffs a little at himself, reminds himself he’s not fifteen anymore, before forcing himself to look up as Caroline materialises at his side in a puff of tobacco and cinnamon-infused perfume.

She offers her cheek, and without a thought, he leans in to kiss it.

“Long flight, I imagine,” she says. “Do you want a drink?”

Connor blinks in surprise, glancing sideways at the grandfather clock down the hall, barely having struck midday, and says:

“Isn’t it a little early?”

“Surely you’re still on American time,” she grins, waspish, tilting her head as she steps over one of the floor cleaners and starts down the hall, as clear an instruction as any to follow her. “And a good host couldn’t let you drink alone.”

Stay Soft, Get Eaten 5k words. Succession gen fic. Set in 1987.

Send me mini fic prompts

[cadavors]

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

      𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. nails pinching at the skin around palms, not quite inflicting wounds : it kept him grounded beside the other, nestled upon an oakwood bench. so unkempt, rotted. shoulders were slouched compared to those which seemed so pristine and delicate in nature. umbers shift between 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 at the distant expanse of his own mind, there echoed guttural screams etched and giving rise to repulsion. stomach churned, breath expelling from where it was once held. ❛ does it make me a bad person ? ❞

      she seemed kind, genuinely so. it would be a shame to snuff out that glimmering light. such warmth in passing smiles. alas, the woman's presence was telling. intentions evident in the way she holstered what appeared only as a 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 and imminent confidence strode amidst this forsaken village. his former inquiry simmered, only brushing the surface where truth smoldered beneath a ruse of innocence. she shouldn't have come here alone.

answered prompt for @hanakokyu ! ( accepting. )

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[oakwoodwritingprompts]

oakwood prompt #42

"You never answered a single letter I wrote!"

"...what letters?"

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[animar64]

The Gingerbread Question

RDP Tuesday Prompt: Day Light Savings Time The question we ask, as we set our clocks back and then forward again- how should we use  all of that saved time and how hard should we chase after the time we lose when we Spring forward? Photo A.M. MoscosoOakwood Cemetery.Beaver Dam WI USAOctober2023 But then I wonder, if I could ask any of these people sleeping at the Oakwood Cemetery what they think…

[kylewoodman]

Texas man suspected of killing ex-girlfriend commits suicide at her memorial

A man suspected of murdering his ex-girlfriend in Texas tragically ended his own life after being discovered at a memorial dedicated to her. Juan Carlos Mata, aged 20, had been evading law enforcement since allegedly shooting 19-year-old Lesley Reyes outside her Pasadena apartment on Monday. Authorities received a report about a suspicious individual near the memorial at the crime scene, leading to an encounter with Mata. He managed to evade arrest one final time by retrieving a shotgun from behind a car and subsequently committing suicide in front of an officer.

Juan Carlos Mata, the sole suspect in the murder of Lesley Reyes, was found deceased at the location of her memorial. The police had been searching for Mata since the fatal shooting occurred outside the Oakwood Village Apartments. Witnesses reported an argument between the couple, followed by gunshots. After the shooting, Mata took Reyes' phone and repeatedly apologized to her mother. It was later discovered by Reyes' parents that their daughter had been fatally shot, prompting Mata to flee the scene when officers realized the gravity of the situation.

According to Reyes' family, Mata had developed an unhealthy obsession with her, and their relationship had been marked by abuse and toxicity. Despite Reyes ending their relationship, Mata refused to accept the breakup. In the month leading up to the murder, he would frequently send her text messages and show up uninvited at her residence. Reyes' sister, Lourdes Martinez, disclosed that Mata exhibited possessive behavior and couldn't bear the thought of her being with someone else. The family believes that Mata's actions not only claimed the life of their beloved sister but also deeply impacted their community.

Pasadena Sgt. Raul Granados stated that there were no documented instances of domestic violence between Mata and Reyes, aside from a disturbance around a year ago. However, Mata persistently attempted to contact Reyes while she actively tried to distance herself from him. Authorities believe that Mata remained in the area after the murder but disposed of his phone, making it challenging for investigators to locate him.

Lesley Reyes, a young woman with a promising future at only 19 years old, tragically had her life cut short. Her family and the community are devastated by her untimely death. The murder-suicide has left a lasting impact on those who knew her, and they are grappling with the senseless violence that took her away.