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fragileheartbeats · 18 days

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⌗ 𝘛𝘙 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮? ( ♡ )

— 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘒𝘦𝘯, 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶, 𝘙𝘢𝘯, 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘰, 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘺𝘶, 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘐𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘰, 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘶, 𝘏𝘢𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘦 <3

˚꒰♡꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬

To be loved by Mikey is like basking in the soft glow of the sun as it breaks through the storm clouds. His presence is a radiant light that dispels darkness, enfolding you in a cocoon of safety and fierce devotion. Every glance he gives you carries an intensity that speaks volumes of unspoken promises, making your heart race with anticipation. With Mikey, you are the center of his tumultuous world, shielded by his unwavering strength and cherished in his rare moments of vulnerability. His laughter is a soothing melody, and his touch, both gentle and strong, is a reminder that you are his most precious treasure.

𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 ─ 𔒌 . ♡𝆬

Being loved by Draken is like standing on solid ground amidst a tempest, a steady presence that grounds you. His strength is your fortress, his deep voice a comforting balm. When he holds you, there's an unspoken oath of protection and unwavering support. His love is a sanctuary, a haven where you find peace and solace, knowing he will always be there to catch you when you fall. With Draken, you feel invincible, enveloped in his quiet yet profound affection, cherished in a way that makes you feel truly safe and deeply loved.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 ─ 𓐐𓎩 . ♡𝆬

Mitsuya's love is a beautifully crafted masterpiece, a symphony of gentle care and thoughtful gestures. He notices the smallest details that make you unique, making you feel seen and valued in ways you never imagined. His touch is tender, his words a soft caress that warms your heart. Each day with him is a serene melody, filled with the creativity and warmth that only he can bring. His love is nurturing and inspiring, making you feel like the most treasured muse in his life, cherished beyond words and enveloped in his artistic devotion.

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 ─ 𓇢𓆸 . ♡𝆬

Rindou's love is an exhilarating symphony of chaos and beauty, a thrilling dance that sweeps you off your feet. His intensity is a force of nature, his emotions a whirlwind that captivates you. Beneath his rough exterior lies a heart that beats with fierce passion for you. His love is raw and consuming, making you feel alive in ways you never dreamed possible. With Rindou, every moment is an adventure, his devotion a tempest that leaves you breathless and longing for more. His affection is profound, a beautiful paradox of wildness and deep emotional connection that makes you feel utterly cherished.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 ─ ☘︎ . ♡𝆬

Ran's love is a dance of elegance and mischief, a captivating blend of charm and playfulness. He is the epitome of grace, his every gesture calculated to make you feel like the most special person in the world. His touch is a whisper of affection, his smile a promise of endless delight. With Ran, you feel like the star of an enchanting fairy tale, his attention making you glow with confidence and happiness. His love is a delightful blend of excitement and tenderness, a beautiful story where you are always the cherished prize, and his affection a treasure you hold close.

𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 ─ 𓆉 . ♡𝆬

Hanma's love is a dark, intoxicating allure, a thrilling mystery that draws you in deeper with each passing moment. His enigmatic presence is a captivating force, making you feel like the center of his enigmatic world. His touch is electrifying, his gaze piercing, seeing through to your very soul. His love is intense and consuming, a powerful force that leaves you feeling desired and utterly fascinating. With Hanma, you are the focus of his undivided attention, his passion igniting a fire within you that burns brightly. His affection is profound, a beautiful and consuming connection that makes you feel cherished and profoundly alive.

𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 ─ 𓆤 . ♡𝆬

Wakasa's love is a serene, calming presence that soothes your soul in a world of chaos. His quiet strength and profound attentiveness speak volumes, his subtle gestures filled with deep meaning. His love is like a tranquil lake, peaceful and steady, giving you a sense of stability and deep understanding. With Wakasa, you find solace in the quiet moments, his presence a constant source of comfort and peace. His affection is gentle and unwavering, making you feel truly cherished. His love is a serene harmony that resonates deeply within you, a beautiful and fulfilling connection that you treasure dearly.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 ─ 𖤣𖥧 . ♡𝆬

Being loved by Sanzu is an exhilarating plunge into the depths of passion and chaos. His love is wild and unpredictable, a thrilling journey that leaves you breathless. In his rare moments of clarity, there is a depth of devotion that touches your soul, a fierce loyalty that binds you to him. His touch is intense, his gaze filled with a passion that makes you feel profoundly alive. With Sanzu, every moment is charged with excitement and intensity, his love a powerful force that consumes you. His affection is chaotic but deeply passionate, making you feel cherished in a way that is both thrilling and profound.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 ─ ✉ . ♡𝆬

Shinichiro's love is a gentle warmth that envelops you like a cozy blanket on a cold night. His kindness and consideration are constants, always putting your needs first. His touch is tender, his words a soothing melody that eases your heart. With him, you feel deeply cared for and appreciated, his love a comforting presence that you can always rely on. His affection is a gentle balm to your soul, his devotion a beautiful testament to his unwavering love. With Shinichiro, you experience a love that is nurturing and selfless, a profound connection that makes you feel truly cherished and understood.

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 ─ ♬ . ♡𝆬

Baji's love is a fierce and unwavering flame, a passionate force that burns brightly. His loyalty is unmatched, his devotion to you unshakeable. His touch is strong and reassuring, his gaze filled with determination and love. With Baji, you feel like the most important person in the world, his protection a constant shield against any harm. His love is intense and consuming, a powerful force that makes you feel deeply cherished and valued. With Baji, you experience a love that is fierce and passionate, a beautiful and consuming connection that fills your heart with warmth and joy.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 ─ ꪔ̤̥ . ♡𝆬

Chifuyu's love is like a gentle breeze on a summer day, a soft and comforting presence that soothes your soul. His sweetness and attentiveness are ever-present, his every action filled with thoughtfulness and care. His touch is tender, his words a soft caress that warms your heart. With him, you feel truly treasured and valued, his love a beautiful testament to his devotion. His presence is a constant source of comfort, his affection a gentle and unwavering force that makes you feel deeply cherished. With Chifuyu, you experience a love that is tender and sincere, a profound connection that makes you feel truly loved.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐈 ─ 𖧧࣪˒ . ♡𝆬

Takemichi's love is earnest and heartfelt, a genuine devotion that inspires you. His determination and bravery are a testament to his love for you, always striving to protect and support you. His touch is gentle, his words filled with sincere affection and care. With him, you feel truly appreciated for who you are, his love a constant source of motivation and inspiration. His presence is a comforting balm to your soul, his affection a beautiful testament to his unwavering devotion. With Takemichi, you experience a love that is pure and true, a profound connection that makes you feel deeply cherished and inspired.

𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 ─ ✰ . ♡𝆬

Being loved by Izana is like standing on the edge of a breathtaking cliff, where the view is stunning and the air is filled with an electric charge. His love is a tempest, wild and untamed, pulling you into the depths of his soul. His gaze pierces through your defenses, making you feel seen and understood in ways you never thought possible. Every touch from him is a promise, a blend of gentle caresses and passionate embraces that leave you breathless. With Izana, you are his anchor in a world of chaos, his love a powerful force that makes you feel intensely cherished and fiercely protected.

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 ─ ✶ . ♡𝆬

Kakucho's love is a steadfast rock amidst the raging sea, a source of unwavering strength and reliability. His presence is a comforting embrace, his quiet confidence a soothing balm. When he looks at you, there's a depth in his eyes that speaks of unspoken vows and eternal loyalty. His touch is both strong and gentle, each moment with him a sanctuary of peace. With Kakucho, you feel deeply valued and respected, his love a silent promise of unwavering devotion. His affection is a steady flame that warms your heart, a beautiful blend of strength and tenderness that makes you feel profoundly cherished.

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 ─ ✿ . ♡𝆬

Inui's love is like a serene snowfall, each flake a delicate kiss that blankets you in tranquility. His reserved nature hides a deep well of affection, revealed in his thoughtful gestures and silent support. His touch is soft and comforting, his words few but laden with meaning. In his presence, you find a sanctuary of calm, his love a gentle, unwavering force that envelops you in serenity. With Inui, you feel a profound sense of peace and belonging, his affection a silent yet powerful embrace that makes you feel deeply cherished. His love is a quiet symphony, a beautiful connection that soothes your soul.

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈 ─ ⚝ . ♡𝆬

Koko's love is a dazzling gem, multifaceted and endlessly fascinating, reflecting light and warmth in every direction. His charm and sophistication draw you in, making you feel like the most precious treasure in his life. His touch is confident and sure, his words a perfect blend of wit and heartfelt sentiment. With Koko, you feel adored and admired, his attention making you glow with an inner light. His love is luxurious and extravagant, filled with thoughtful surprises and grand gestures that leave you breathless. His affection is a priceless jewel, a beautiful blend of passion and elegance that makes you feel profoundly cherished and valued.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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your-nanas-house · 5 months

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I have an idea, Cillian and his girlfriend/wife Victoria's Secret model🤭

Sorry if it took me so long, loved this pairing so much!! 🙇🏼‍♀️💅🏻

Missing you

◇ Pairing: Cillian Murphy X Victoria's Secret model!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, age gap (both off age), model reader, sadness, missing each other, masturbation, phone sex, Cilly takes care of "business", she calls him daddy once, fluff.

◇ Summary: Cillian misses his girlfriend who is on a work trip.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

The sky was getting dark in Dublin, Cillian’s eyes could see it… his light blue eyes staring absently at his window while his focus on the book was completely gone.

Happened sometimes during the day that he started to dissociate, losing himself in his thoughts… especially now that his girlfriend wasn’t there for him because of work.

He really missed her and was feeling kind of lonely but the older man didn’t want to bother her knowing well how work was important and that she needed to focus on it.

She wasn’t an actress but a model, a quite famous one.. since she worked for the brand Victoria’s Secret and was one of the angels.

Cillian was in trance for almost 5 minutes when his phone lit up and interrupted his trail of thoughts, bringing him back to reality that way.

His baby blue eyes glanced at the black screen as his hand reached for it, his whole body moving from the armchair while the book dropped on the small table.

‘Hi, honey. I’m finally on break! How was your day?🥰’ Y/n’s text showed, making Cillian smile softly as he walked closer to the window to close the curtains before replying.

His girlfriend answered again just a couple of minutes later, lighting the dark room with just a message and warming his evening as well.

‘Can I call you?’ the older actor texted her hesitantly, his free hand rubbing slowly against his lips and chin as if he was nervous but still thinking

‘Of course!’ she replied quickly, as soon as she read it.

As the phone started to ring, Cillian’s heart started to beat harder, his body reacting as one of a teenager in love even though he was already in his 40s… and then the world disappeared around him completely as soon as her sweet voice interrupted the beeping of that object.

“Hi love” Y/n hummed softly, noises of rubbing fabric in the background, she was probably busy with the clothes she had to wear at the fashion show she had the next day “How was your day, Cilly?” she added after he whispered a greeting.

The young woman could feel the atmosphere and the mood that was slowly getting at her and just wanted to be sure her boyfriend was alright, even if she had a pretty stressful and long day.

“Cilly” she urged him softly, waiting now patiently still and worried on the sofa of her hotel room, her eyes moving around the room. “I miss you” the Irish man revealed with a tired sigh as he headed to the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge “Missed you so much today” he emphasised his state of that moment.

A small smile creeped on Y/n’s face, her cheeks heating slightly up at her boyfriend’s sweetness. It was really one of the qualities she loved most about him.

“You did, baby? I missed you too” she cooed, not finding any discomfort in babying an older man, a soft pitiful smile on her face as she imagined to be there with him, his piercing baby blue eyes staring in hers as his he would rest his chin against her tummy… just watching her with pure love and devotion.

“Missed you all day long, been thinking about you. It’s pretty cold the bed without you next to me and I miss to cuddle… and make sweet love to you” she murmured in a soft tone, hearing Cillian inhale sharply, hesitating… creating that way an unbreakable silence before finally letting his inner battle end

“What are you wearing?” he rasped out, catching her a bit off guard but in a pleasant way.

Although he did not anticipate it, Cillian smiled slightly when she replied without hesitation, her tone becoming more alluring and appealing... as she played along with his idea of evening.

“I’m wearing a pink see-through tank top and short pants” she hummed, biting her bottom lip, lying carefully down on the bed “you can see my bare breasts, the shape of them and my hard nipples… the short pants are pretty pretty short, my thighs are showing off divinely” she described with a purr.

Her tongue daring out, licking her bottom lip slowly as she heard Cillian working on his clothes through the phone.

“You know what I would do if I were there with you, honey?” Y/n whispered softly, her eyes glancing at the phone since he took a bit of time to breath out an answer “What?”.

Her small smirk became wider as she heard Cillian’s desperate voice “I would kneel on the cold floor of our living room, my body would stretch slowly before I would start to crawl closer to you… you sitting on our favourite armchair, thighs spread just for me” the younger woman explained, letting a moan slip out of her mouth followed by a low purr.

The actor's body moved on its own, his whole weight dropping on that specific armchair… his beautiful eyes remaining closed as his breath became quicker and heavier.

“My hands would slowly run up… caressing slowly your calf… then your knee.. now your thighs” she continued, smirking as she heard a small whimper coming from the other end of the phone “I'm unbuttoning your sexy old man pyjamas pants” her sensual voice added, her tone becoming mocking as she teased him for his outfit… before returning back to her lustful mood.

Cillian hands stroked slowly his clothed thighs before undoing his pants as she kept talking.

Her voice echoing in the room as if she was there with him, her small moans and dirty sentences making him shiver in anticipation.

His fingertips brushed against his now bare hairy thigh… not touching his throbbing cock at all.

“I'm holding it now, my tongue is teasing your tip and you taste so good, baby” Y/n commented, squeezing her thighs together as her man groaned softly, spitting on his hand to wet his tip before taking care of it.

His hand slowly wrapped around his length, following the exact dynamic that Y/n was narrating for him.

“My hand is squeezing it slightly as my mouth is sucking on your sweet spot on your jawline” she whispered, adding a moan and a soft whimper as she whispered his name under her breath.

Her hands were busy preparing herself a warm drink before relaxing too, finally ending that busy day.

“Oh fuck daddy” she fake whimpered, adding sugar in her pink cup…. Cillian groaning automatically in response, his hand tightening the grip a bit as he worked his cock like she did and… like he knew he enjoyed it.

His breath got heavier as his hips moved upwards, meeting his movements.

“Oh darling” the older man groaned, caging his bottom lip with his teeth after letting a soft curse slip his mouth.

“Yes, yes! Just like that, Cilly” Y/n moaned eagerly for him as she took a seat on the comfortable sofa of her hotel room.

His hips shuttering as he shot his load, dirtying his hand and his thighs other than his lower tummy.

Silence fell by the both of them, Y/n could only hear the heavy breathing of her man while Cillian was still too lost in the pleasure to register anything else.

“I love you, Cilly” she hummed softly, a shy smile on her face since it wasn't long ago that they started saying that to each other.

Three simple words so powerful that could light up the day of anybody.

“I love you too, love” Cillian whispered back with a soft smile on his own freckled face.

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oepionie · 7 months

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🍰 demented devotions & dark chocolate cake

— ꒰ pairings ꒱ : m.draconia x reader x r.flamme in the moonlit garden, rollo stumbles upon you and malleus in the midst of a slow dance. malleus doesn't like how rollo is being so touchy with you and promptly drags you away. — ꒰ warnings / tag ꒱ : obsessive behavior (rollo), possessiveness, slight power dynamics, soft yandere, rollo calls you 'my lamb', twinge of religious themes because it is rollo event masterlist

NOBLE BELL COLLEGE, bathed in the gentle light of the moon, was a breathtaking sight. The buildings, reminiscent of sanctuaries with their time-worn stone walls, bore intricate carvings that appeared to come alive in the ethereal glow of night. Every archway and pillar whispered stories from the past. The bell towers stood as dark silhouettes against the starry canvas of the night sky, and each chime of the bells echoed through the entirety of the campus.

For Rollo, it had become a nightly custom to wander through the college gardens, a torch in hand, casting light upon his path. The garden provided him with a haven away from the cold, austere chambers of his dormitory.

As he strolled along the cobblestone pathways, the moonlight cast elongated shadows from the trees, while the warm torchlight bathed the surroundings in an almost magical ambiance. However, even in this tranquil setting, memories of a recent festival continued to plague him. The festival began with promise, a colorful whirlwind of music and laughter, but unsurprisingly, it swiftly descended into chaos. And yet, among these memories, your presence stood out as a bright spot amid the less pleasant recollections.

Your hair, like the finest silk, would sway gracefully when caressed by the breeze, and the sparkle in your eyes resembled stardust. However, what had left an indelible mark on Rollo's memory was the scarf that clung to your neck.

Rollo's fingers gently brushed against the soft fabric of that very scarf tucked in his pocket, and a wistful smile played upon his lips. Pulling it out, he pressed the scarf to his face, captivated by the lingering scent that still held traces of your presence. Ah, he could vividly recall how the scarf's color complimented your eyes. You had left it behind by the bell tower that day, and he had stumbled upon it. Although he had intended to return it to you, his search for you had proven fruitless.

No matter, he thought to himself, pocketing the purple fabric, he was certain he would find you sometime during the week.

Suddenly, distant sounds of laughter reached Rollo's ears. The alluring and familiar sound called out to him, and he couldn't resist its pull. Step by step, he followed it, drawing nearer with each move. As he cautiously peeked around the corner of an academic building, his heart sank upon witnessing the scene before him.

Your lips bore a wide, giddy grin as you were swept up in Malleus Draconia's embrace, twirling gracefully in a delicate dance. The fae's lips barely brushed your cheek, a subtle smile gracing his features. The enchanting dance held you both captive in a world of your own, oblivious to your surroundings.

"Heavens," Rollo grimaced, torn between watching the spectacle and turning away. The sight of Malleus pressing a kiss to the side of your neck only deepened his disapproval.

Brazen, lewd, and odious. It was a vile, depraved display.

Unable to watch anymore, Rollo cleared his throat and stepped out of the shadows, shattering the enchantment that had held you both in the dance's spell.

"There is a strict rule on public display at Noble Bell College, one that I had hoped you were aware of," he called out, his tone firm and disapproving.

In that moment, your eyes widened in realization, and you hastily pulled away from Malleus's embrace. Rollo couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the faint frown that momentarily marred the fae's face.

Embarrassment lined your features as you ran a hand through your wind-tousled hair, gesturing with the other, voicing your remorse for breaking such a basic rule.

"I will overlook this transgression for now," Rollo assured as he advanced toward you. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, and you tensed at his touch, your cheeks flushing a pretty shade of red. As you instinctively started to pull away, his hold on your chin remained firm, coaxing your gaze back to his.

Rollo extended his torch closer to you, wishing to see your features more clearly. The flames danced perilously near, a few errant sparks floating in the air, almost singing the tips of your hair and the lapels of your coat. He observed your reactions with an amused smile, enjoying your wariness as you wrinkled your nose at the acrid scent of smoke.

Cute.

Rollo then leaned in closer, the flickering torchlight casting intriguing shadows across his face. His voice dropped to a low, confidential murmur, mindful of the fae hovering over you two.

"What a delicate soul you are," Rollo whispered, his intense crimson gaze locked on yours. "It's rare to see someone like you, tainted by the presence of magic, and yet somehow, still… pure despite it all." His words hung in the night air, a puzzle in his eyes, as if he were unraveling a secret you weren't even aware of.

"Pure?" you blinked, tilting your head in confusion, your curiosity piqued. "What do you mean by that?"

Rollo's lips curled into a wry smile as he brushed his thumb against your cheek. "Oh, my lamb, it's a complex matter, one best left for another time. You're already dealing with plenty, especially with those miscreants at NRC. Those fools are probably driving you mad."

The endearment he used sent a warm shiver down your spine, and you felt flutters in your stomach. Your eyes nervously shifted from Rollo to the serene surroundings of the garden, the moonlight casting a soft, ethereal glow on the foliage.

Malleus, unable to stand and watch any longer, clicked his tongue disapprovingly, signaling his irritation at the unfolding situation.

Wordlessly, he positioned himself behind you, his large, possessive hand gently running up your back. Despite the seething anger within him, Malleus restrained his magical abilities, aware that any inadvertent spells or outbursts could only serve to worsen the situation. As much as he wished to unleash his fiery wrath on Flamme, that would have to be reserved for another time.

"If you'll excuse us. We have somewhere to be," Malleus murmured, his voice laced with urgency as he swiftly pulled you away from Rollo and led you out of the garden.

Unbeknownst to you, Rollo's gaze bore into Malleus with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His crimson eyes radiated an otherworldly fire, and sparks ignited at the soles of his feet. As the flames danced beneath him, the once lush and vibrant grass around him withered and turned into dry, lifeless ash. Rollo then scowled, turning his attention to the scorched ground. He pulled out his handkerchief and pressed it to his face, muttering to himself in frustration as he stepped away from the darkened earth, dusting his shoes off with an absentminded air.

"Blasted fae."

🍰 . . .

Once you were safely out of earshot and view, Malleus came to a halt and his demeanor took a shift.

"Malleus?" you murmured, looking up at him curiously. The fae didn't say a word and instead turned to face you. The moonlight cast soft shadows on his face as he suddenly knelt down before you.

With a look of reverence in his eyes, Malleus took hold of both your hands, his touch warm and tender. He began to lavish adoring kisses along your palms, wrists, and fingers, each press of his lips filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes. It was as if he were trying to convey a silent promise, a pledge to protect and cherish you.

"Mine," he whispered, his emerald eyes sparkling with an almost possessive light, his voice tinged with a sense of ownership that sent shivers down your spine.

"Mine and mine alone."

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astrologylunadream · 7 months

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Their Deepest Desires of You💀🔞🖤 [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream and for my beautiful souls we are doing a reading on what your person's deepest desires are of you🖤 hope you find your message🗝

(Things get spicy🔥 Darker themes are included)

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^v^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~💋🖤

Pile 1📿

Pile 2🥀

Pile 3🎹

Pile 4💄

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 🗝🖤

Pile 1📿

Sign energy: Hug from behind, Imagination, Fight, Royalty, Bend, Sun, Leo, Mars, 12th house, South node, 🧜‍♂️🍪🍷😔

💀Your person's energy: Ohh this is someone very captivating and alluring. They light up the room when they walk in, strong assertive/dominant energy for this pile's person. Leo, Aries and Pisces placements but mostly fiery energy. Could Leo mars or mars conjunct sun in their chart. I'm seeing ripped jeans and leather jackets as their thing, they unconsciously command attention even when they aren't trying at all😭 So independent and I feel like your person just knows they are untouchable omg they are so regal and effortlessly attract people because they are just so classy and stunning also hot lmao😂♥️ Siren energy, They ooze confidence but not in a cocky way but a subtle "I know what I'm worth" type way😎👌 Some of you have fought with this person or thought they had it out for you but it was just because they seem so fierce and intimidating, There are such high class vibes from your person, I feel like they spoil themselves in a good way. King/Queen vibes👑 You may be a little delusional over this person😂😂 Sometimes feeling overlooked or ignored by your person since attention is on them usually. They have you fantasizing hot scenarios about them LOL your imagination goes wild for this person🥵💭

🖤Their deepest desires of you: Pisces, Valentine, Fit, Trust, Boundaries, North node, Lilith, Libra, Leo, 11th house, 🏃‍♀️📆🤴🟪 My pile 1's this is getting interestingggg😉 Oh god they desire trust so much with you and loyalty too. It's quite funny because they desire healthy boundaries and almost more friendship dynamic with you but then they deeply desire unleashing their dark side on you and getting in deep..🥵👿🖤 Oml they have so many desires for this pile and like, how can it be so wholesome and so horny at the same time?? They want your full attention and I'm seeing a definite desire for a future with you🥺♡ They want you to take them places they never knew (spiritual and all) and the most prominent message is that they deeply desire a romantic partnership with my pile 1's🙊💞 They want to date you I'm hearing, and they are someone who deeply craves your attention and affection. They desire a full devotion from you as if they are your queen/king, they want your heart to be bound to them and them only.😚🖤 Ahh your person really desires a deep intimate and loving connection with you guys, so sweet. Devotion, dedication, loyalty, sweet moments, long stares, being true to one another, hot intimacy, naughtiness, valentines day with you, spoiling you rotten, these are all things they desire deeply with you my lovely pile 1~

💋Messages from your person: You're causing me pain, You leave me wondering, I told myself to quit, You aren't thinking rationally, I thought I was going crazy, You might get scared, Don't be so negative, Imagine if I kissed you, You are my sunshine, Your body is mine (🙈🥵😳) Extra cards: Inner thoughts, Prison, Neck, Height, Sun, 1st house, Sun, Venus, Vertex, Gemini (You are their light in the darkness☀️🥺)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the emoji~ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💋

Pile 2🥀

Sign energy: Virgo, Boundaries, Options, Emotions, Fine, Venus, Mars, 10th house, Taurus, Air, 🧊🧚‍♀️🆓️💪

💀Your person's energy: This is a very lovely person on pile 2's mind, they radiate beauty and grace as well as a light presence about them. Lots of air and earth energy, they could be a Virgo, Taurus or Capricorn. Any of the air signs, especially Libra is likely. They may have Venus in Virgo or Mars in the 10th house. I'm seeing someone very capable and analytical, very successful in many ways. I think they are rather reserved in terms of relationships, they may even suppress their desires when it comes to romance and intimacy. I just heard "I don't give myself out for free" that could be them they may be sceptical of sharing themselves in a relationship.🖤🤚 Your person could be famous or well known, successful entrepreneur or business owner, or simply has many opportunities. They may work in the beauty industry or in a more feminine environment (could work around more females). I think both men and women admire and are attracted this person, they have qualities that many wish they had. I heard they make your heart flutter🦋 Also your person may be chill and say they are fine a lot and it may seem like they have very few emotions, but they do think a lot in their head and may worry about little things.💭

🖤Their deepest desires of you: Head, Feelings, Nice, Dark thoughts, Fast, Venus, Pisces, 9th house, 10th house, Vertex, 📱🧍‍♂️🦥🐍 Ahh my pile 2's your person gets dark thoughts so quick about you like it just comes out of nowhere and then suddenly they hold onto those thoughts and can't stop thinking about them🧠👿😰 Omg and your person thinks you have nice thighs/hips and legs too and they deeply desire this about you.🥰 They love seeing photos of you and think you look really attractive on screen (do with that info as you will👀🙈) They desire soft loving and ever expanding feelings with you, and deeply desire dreaming of you~💤😇 They love the way you creep around their mind, and they tend to desire thoughts of bossing you around or dominating you. (omg) They want to hold you tight and love thinking about doing so, wrapping you in their embrace so you can't get out without begging🥵 They have these types of thoughts they desire with you. You know what I think they really want to dominate you the most, holding you down or restraining you is what they REALLY desire deeply like oml they have an intense desire for that with you my pile 2's. They want to meet their fantasies as well as yours, and drown in pleasure with you. They wanna make you theirs fast so nothing can tear you two apart🥺♡

💋Messages from your person: I hope you feel better, You might get hurt, I know you're crazy over me, I can't even, I wish I could, It doesn't matter to me, I can save you, I need someone, I don't think dark thoughts about you, Give me more (Omg playing innocent but the thoughts don't lie😂😈) Extra cards: Beach, Art, Matching, Diamond, Sweetheart, 7th house, North node, 6th house, Aquarius, Venus (Aww pile 2 your person wants to be your lover and know they want a future with you!!!💖)

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the emoji~ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💋

Pile 3🎹

Sign energy: World, Self reflection, Binded, Hold on, Health, Water, 10th house, Sun, Pisces, North node, 🌊😖🔝🦁

💀Your person's energy: Aww I'm getting soft lion vibes from your person, like they wanna be fierce and assert dominance but they are such a literal sweetheart.😢💞💖 My pile 3's may have fell in love with this person's emotional side, they are so soft and imaginative. Pisces energy is strong in this pile, also soft Leo placements especially 12th house, also Capricorn placements are present. I can see them starimg at their reflection in the water a lot, or that could be how they see themselves from a illusive ever changing view. This is someone you see yourself with in the future, and omg this person really reminds you of yourself. They inspire you that's what I'm hearing, like they make you wanna be your best most successful self😟💝❤ So sweet I honestly love the way my pile 3's look at this person with just so much awe and admiration!! They make you feel emotional even if you aren't usually, you feel like this is your other half. You feel like they are apart of your identity in some way, and they give you a sense of pride.🥰 You guys are so cute and for some of you this person is a nature activist or wants to help save the planet, some of my pile 3's person are into veganism and healthcare. Now they could live near an ocean or beach and want to help clean beaches. Many of you wish to hold on to this connection.

🖤Their deepest desires of you: Eyelashes, Question, Out, Prince, Learn, Capricorn, 9th house, 12th house, Pisces, Vertex, 🟨🧍‍♂️🤨🥊 Okay so I'm getting that for some of you this person may be more on the innocent side, I mean they could be very "out of the loop" I'm hearing (I mean in terms of intimacy💋) I feel their energy is more lost and confused about what exactly they desire with you. It is inevitable that they will ask a lot of questions and need to learn a lot more about their kinks/what pleases them. But for my pile 3's your person is definitely ready to learn for you, they want to discover every way to thrill you and do it just right.🖤 They also desire to get high from you and be more in touch with their spirituality with you, they really want to feel outer-body experiences with my pile 3's just like things that take them higher☁️ (could desire using substances to get high with you for some🍷). Your person wants to dream of you and learn more about yours and their darkest fantasies they aren't aware of. For some of you this person has some masochistic desires for you or them🤯 I'm hearing they wanna "knock you out" could be physical pleasure or they could desire to have you unconscious and have fun from there wtf🥵🥵🥵 Wow I didn't expect that but it makes sense, they wanna have you vulnerable and helpless a little. Their deepest desires are to learn your unconcious mind and surprise you with things you don't even know you like😈😰😰 Wow this is crazy pile 3 your person wants to learn it ALL.

💋Messages from your person: You scare me sometimes, I can feel your pain, I can be your fantasy, Oh my god, I'm bleeding, It's so painful, I'm obsessed with you, My angel, This is all my fault, You make me angry (Wow the passion is insane with your person🤯😫♥️) Extra cards: Ego, Attraction, Violence, Violate, Lilith, 8th house, Pluto, 9th house, North node, 3rd house (WOW this just got crazy I'll just tell you they literally want to make you moan wtf for some of you this person literally wants to be SO aggresive and intense in ways that bring you pain and pleasure🥵👿 Using your hands thighs, and legs... They wanna show you their dark side wtf take what resonates of course.)

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the emoji~ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💋

Pile 4💄

Sign energy: Pessimist, Museum, Quiet place, Optimist, On, Uranus, Pisces, 11th house, Venus, Scorpio, 😫👊🍓🙊

💀Your person's energy: Ooh we got some very scorpio vibes, intense energy. This could be a Scorpio Venus or Venus in 11th house, maybe Capricorn rising for some of you. Pisces, Aquarius, Libra, Taurus. Your person has a more introverted vibe, they don't talk that much. But they are very unique, I feel themselves do all the talking them. They have unique sensual charms about them, even though they don't think so. They prefer to be in their home, that is when they are the most happy or in a good mood.🏠🖤 They are very sweet once observed further, if you give them time you will definitely notice how soft they can be on the inside. This could be a friend, or someone close to you like that but maybe they don't talk much. They are very gloomy though, always thinking the worst especially when it comes to close relationships and intimacy. They feel that making close friends/partners will end shortly after it begins, and they will be hurt again. So they can be very guarded and have bad associations about making close connections. They fight their unconscious social needs for others on a deeper level, and they tell themselves they don't need it.👥☹

🖤Their deepest desires of you: Push, Defensive, Spotlight, Holding hands, Meeting, 4th house, Virgo, 11th house, Mercury, 12th house, 🎁🔮🤤🔭 My pile 4's your person has some deep feelings for you, they desire to hold hands with you🥰💕 Aww now I'm getting that your person is really shy and/or defensive about their desires with you, they would feel uncomfortable to tell you themselves. They may feel like it is better if you know through other means such as divination or tarot, yeah I definitely don't see them opening up about this any time soon😂🖤 My pile 4's your person has a deep desire to have a very caring and healing connection with you, a relationship like a close friendship they long for but feel they can never keep or don't exist entirely. That's why they desire this with you, because all they truly want is close relationship almost like a best friend.😢 Your person desires being with you often, and they also sort of want your close relationships to be theirs too. May have the desire to have the same friends as you, they also desire attention from trusted circles people you know. Your person really desires you in a very sweet way, they want to give you gifts like matching bracelets and things best friends would do. It's not so much in a friendzone way but because they really want to be close like that with someone.🤧💌🖤

💋Messages from your person: I have no boundaries with you, Tell me how you really feel, This is all your fault, I won't let bad things happen to you, It's love at first sight, Don't let them treat you that way, Why not? I wanna thrill you, These emotions are too intense, I feel like a ghost (Ahh they don't know what to do with themselves😨) Extra cards: Risk, Obsession, Heartbreak, Mindfulness, Queen, Beauty & the beast, Scorpio, Saturn, Mars, Lilith, Uranus (Omg you guys this person is holding back such intense emotions and heavy passion they are so into my pile 4's but they don't wanna risk getting hurt anymore so they don't want to share their dark side or fall to deep into an obsession with you guys oml they don't want to spiral out of control with this intense passion for youuu🥺🖤)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 3 months

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Six

Summary: Taehyung gets careless and breaks your heart yet again. Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 2.2K~ Warnings: Talks of Cancer, money struggles and past abuse but nothing crazy. a/n: Again it's taken me over two weeks to get a chapter out so I'm sorry! It's just a little one to focus on Jungkook a little bit but he'll go more into depth later on in the story so this is just a little taste. Hope you like it! Start from the beginning

Walking into the Blue Pearl feels like going back in time again, except this time it feels warm and welcoming and seeing the sight of Rae's face light up at the sight of me makes the struggles of the past fade to black, solely focusing on the events of tonight.

"Hey stranger, it's about time your fine ass showed up again, the usual?" she questions sending me a wink and I nod as a way to answer her question. "Sorry, life has been hectic lately. How are you? How's the Pearl?" I ask after having learned that she's co owner and has devoted a lot of blood sweat and tears into this place.

"She's staying afloat. Luckily we haven't had too many rowdy groups lately so no big bar fights or anything exciting like that" she jokes while she places my Slut Puppy on the counter in front of me.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being graced with your presence my lady?" she teases while cleaning up the tools she used to make my drink. "I'm meeting Jungkook, but I also wanted to see you because I miss your cute face" I say giving her a wink like she had to me.

"Girl you're horrible at flirting you know that right?" she laughs, leaving my cheeks heating up at the embarrassment. "But I'll give you bonus points because you're adorable" she says before going to tend to another patron.

"She's right you know" I hear a melodic voice say behind me, making me jump before turning around to face the owner of said voice seeing that it's a man with an alluring look that could charm any woman or man with a simple glance.

"I'm sorry what?" I ask, blinking a few times to regain touch with reality. "I said she's right you know? Because you really are adorable" he says making my cheeks heat up again, leaving me frozen and not knowing how to respond to his playful nature.

"I'm Jimin" he says offering his hand to me and I place mine in his. "I'm y/n" I say just loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the people around us. "Well Miss y/n mind if I sit with you?" he asks politely, making me think twice about how to shoot him down.

"I mind" I hear a recognizable deep voice say behind me, again making me jump at the sound. "Is she yours?" Jimin asks the newcomer and I hold my breath waiting for him answer.

"Yeah she is so I suggest you go find a seat somewhere else" he says while placing a protective hand on my forearm making my body shiver at the feeling of his cold fingers on my skin.

"Right. Nice meeting you y/n" he says giving me those bedroom eyes leaving me widening mine in response and he simply smiles at my clearly flustered reaction and continues on his way.

"Are you okay Noona?" Jungkook says while coming around to face me and sit on the stool that Jimin had been asking to sit on just moments ago.

"Yeah I'm fine, he was harmless" I respond, smiling at him as he looks past me to no doubt glare at Jimin, giving off a territorial vibe that I find adorable yet also extremely attractive but I clear my throat to get those thoughts out of my head and hopefully get his attention back on me.

"How was work today?" I ask him as I take into account the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled state, making me feel bad about dragging him out tonight. "It was fine" he says while turning to wave at Rae and she nods in acknowledgment and gets him his usual High Ball.

"That's all? You look pretty tired for having a fine day" I joke, as a way to instill a playful mood as he seems a bit tense and I'm not sure if it's just from the interaction with Jimin.

"Is everything okay?" I question, placing a hand on his shoulder and I feel him tense at the feeling leaving me retreating and placing my hand back into my lap.

"I'm sorry Noona I'm just really stressed out but let's focus on you okay? How's your writing going? Did you get over that writer's block you've been having?" he questions, addressing a struggle I had told him about a few days prior.

"Yeah I went with making the characters go through a sort of financial ruin to drive them apart but make the main character finds the people who truly appreciate them without all the monetary value that people usually see when they look at her" I say and he nods along and thanks Rae when she brings him his drink before taking a sip and turning his full attention back on me.

"Although now that I'm saying it out loud it sound kind of boring" I chuckle before taking a sip of my drink as well. "From what you've told me about the story so far I feel like that could fit the plot so don't worry. I'm sure once you sit at your desk and do your little writing magic on it then it'll all work out" he says cutely to purposefully make me laugh and I take the bait, laughing right along with him.

"Thank you" I say after a second. "For what?" he asks curiously, tilting his head like a confused puppy like he always does. "For coming out tonight and, I don't know, just being you" I say giving him a slight smile and he softens up at my words. "That was cheesy wasn't it?" I ask him and he scrunches his nose and starts giggling at me.

"Jeon Jungkook has this whiskey already gone to your head?" I question, laughing and shaking my head at his adorableness. "I think I'm just really tired so the alcohol is hitting a bit different tonight" he chuckles but calms down a few moments later.

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"You should try to take a break sometime" I say after we've joked around a while and had some laughs, now riding out the night with the sound of everyone else drowned into the background.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks, his eyes looking a little sleepier than at the start of the night. "I know you work almost every day of the week, and somedays you even work nights and I don't know. I'm worried about you" I say and I notice how his figure slumps at my words.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm telling you what to do but you should try to set some time aside to relax" I say and he nods his head, listening to my words. "That's what I'm doing right now silly" he says, clearly trying to steer me away from the topic.

"You know what I mean Jungkook. I just don't want you to run yourself into the ground" I say and he stops and waits a while, looking down, seemingly trying to come up with the right words to say and takes a deep breath before looking back up at me.

"I can't" are the two words he says with his eyes now full of stars but this time not of joy but of sorrow. "Jungkook what's wrong?" I question now fully in panic mode, not having seen him like this before. "You know how I said I have younger siblings?" he starts and I nod my head, encouraging him to continue.

"Well the reason why I live with my mom and the three of them is because my dad has been in the hospital for the past few years" he says and I immediately reach for his hand to hold it and wait silently for him to continue. "He got injured at his job and then later on after the doctors examined him they found something else" he says and takes a deep breath in and a shaky breath out before continuing.

"The found a tumor" he says and I take in a breath at the words, not knowing how to react but deciding to just hold his hand tighter. "He's been doing chemotherapy and radiation therapy and so his hospital bills have been piling up and with my mom trying to work and take care of the kids and pay the regular bills and the hospital bills I just couldn't stand seeing her struggle like that. So I moved back in with them and have been working odd jobs ever since" he says and lets out a shaky breath again and stays silent for a while.

"Jungkook I had no idea you were going through something like this. Why haven't you told me?" I ask with a soft voice. "You're always wanting to help me while I'm struggling so why haven't you come to me and let me help you too?" I continue, drawing circles on the back of his hand that I'm holding.

"I wanted to help you since I knew that something was wrong and I didn't want to give you something else you had to worry about" he explains, sniffling a bit and looking back up at me. "Oh baby" I coo at him, wiping the sides of his eyes at I see there are a few tears that started to prickle in them.

"I'm fine Noona" he laughs at seeing how concerned I've gotten about him. "I just wanna be there for you too" I say, looking down at our conjoined hands. "I know" he says and silence between us lingers for a second before he speaks again.

"Thank you" he says and I bring my eyes back up to his and catch how he's looking at me almost as if he adores me or something. "For what?" I ask, slightly breathless from the intimacy of this moment that I only Just noticed. "For listening to me" he says with a sad smile, his starry eyes a bit dimmer but sparkle all the same.

"You're welcome" I say smiling back at him and holding his hand just a little tighter

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A we finish our drinks and talk for a while before he asks me if he can walk me home.

"You really don't have to do this" I say to him after waving goodbye to Rae and turning our backs to walk out. "I know, but I want to. Plus this little walk will help sober me up a bit more so it'll be good for me as well" he say and I nod my head, surrendering to him and his logic.

"When did Taehyung say that he would be back?" he asks as we start on our journey, he's always asking questions and making sure that I'm safe but he also respects my boundaries when I set them.

"Tomorrow morning I think but I never really know. I just hope that he hasn't come home yet but so far he hasn't really found out about the few times I've left the house recently" I inform him and he nods his head in looking as if he's trying to formulate his next question correctly.

"Can you promise me you won't get mad if I ask you something?" he says, rushing the words out before he has the chance to back down. "I guess so" I laugh, curious but nervous as to what he would want to know.

"When was the last time Taehyung hurt you?" he asks and my steps falter for a second but I regain my footing moments later and clear my throat a bit to hopefully cover it up. "Um, well I guess it was a week or two ago. I don't really remember" I say, trying my best to stay truthful but honestly having tried my best to burry the memory.

He nods his head, again lost in thought and before he's able to say something else we've reached my apartment, leaving him trailing behind me as he walks me up to the door but stops me before I'm able to walk inside.

"Promise me you'll call me the next time things start getting bad" he blurts out and I stop in my tracks. "I'll email you my number so please, just promise me you'll call me. You gotta stop letting him treat you like this" he says and I nod my head after thinking for a second, knowing he's right.

"I will" I say, nodding my head and turning my eyes down to the floor in shame, scared of the prospects of having to do that but he lift my face back up to him by hooking a finger under my chin.

"Promise?" he asks, making purposeful eye contact with me, not giving me room to look elsewhere. "Promise" I surrender, knowing that although this might get messy it's the best choice I have right now.

"You don't have to endure this alone, just let me help you" he pleads and I nod my head and respond with a quick 'okay' before he pulls me in for a tight embrace.

After pulling away he places a kiss on my forehead that gives me a fluttery feeling in my stomach but I try my best to ignore it and stay level headed throughout the rest of our goodbyes.

"Goodnight Noona" he says and I nod my head and watch him go silently. I hope I work up the courage to leave Taehyung before I have to call him for that but I'll make sure to stick to our promise no matter what.

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xythlia · 6 months

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CHOKE ON MY DEVOTION

› alucard x f!reader

› idk if anyone will even see this but i NEED him idc how stupid it makes me look I gotta fuck this man my life depends on it!!

warnings : mdni. mentions of blood and violence. thigh riding. finger sucking. spit. teasing. a lil angst if u squint in the beginning. degradation ish

"Are you afraid?"

The thunderous rhythm of your heart would betray you but it wasn't pounding through your entire body out of fear, no, it was his intense closeness to you. The way he was all consuming in front of your senses and easily overpowering what little will you had as you stood with your back pressed to the frigid brick wall.

"No." you whisper to the dark, feeling his fingers glide along your jaw with something akin to tenderness.

"Perhaps you should be," he mused, coming into brief focus in your eyesight. Not for the first time you wished human sight wasn't so abysmal compared to a vampires, you bet he was beautiful in the tar black shadow of the manor basement.

It was always like this, this bizarrely passionate insistence that you needed to view him as a beast and your equally spirited push back that no matter how hard he might try that particular point of view wasn't one you'd share. It's not that the bloodshed or violence didn't matter, it was very much a core part of his being but rather that it didn't overshadow everything else that existed in him. No matter how hard he tried to push you away for seeing it.

You recall words you'd heard before regarding him.

A sobbing child that had lost everything.

Wordlessly you shift sideways, away from him and turn to make your way back out of the basement. All you'd needed to do was deliver blood bags, a task that usually fell to you since he enjoyed making other manor employees nearly die of cardiac arrest for the trouble, terrorizing them with various tricks and near psychological warfare. Not that you minded much though, it was an excuse to spend even five minutes alone together.

At first you thought he hated you, detested your presence because each time you'd end up near each other he was far more cold to you than even his baseline treatment of others. Only after being up late one night after a mission that had been a particular bloodbath, tipsy bordering on drunk as you snuck out onto the rooftop that you'd spoken freely to him and he to you. Maybe it was the residual adrenaline, or maybe he felt comfortable with the assurance that in an inebriated state you'd remember less.

He was wrong of course, when it came to him you couldn't help but remember everything in painful detail.

Something vaguely noncorporeal latched onto your wrist before you could make any further move to leave, giving you pause as you glanced down. A tendril of shadow, barely there but enough to almost anchor you in place. Of course he's too proud to tell you to stay, it brings a small smile to your face.

Silently you let it lead you back to him, standing in front of the ornate chair that served as the only piece of furniture in the carnivorous space outside the coffin you were sure was somewhere outside your field of vision with crossed arms once the tendril let go.

"I almost have to respect your insistence," he said, clearly taking in the defiance of your posture as amusing.

"What? Do you want me to call you dog and beast?" You didn't mean for it to come out so testy but his purposefully confusing behavior grated on your nerves. "If I didn't know better I'd say you have a thing for degradation."

That earns you a real laugh, making warmth seep inside your chest. Before you can comprehend it you're in his lap, making you gasp softly in surprise as a sharper, more embarrassed heat floods through your body.

Daydreaming about straddling him and actually doing it are two very, very different things.

"Your stubbornness is unfortunately alluring," he purrs against the shell of your ear, sending phantom fingers down your spine as you stiffen in his light hold. There was an oddly placed note of melancholy in his voice however, despite the intimate position you were in. He didn't give you much time to ruminate on it though.

Alucard was painstakingly mindful of his teeth, much sharper than your own, as his mouth found yours to keep you speechless. It wasn't a difficult task, and your mouth opened eagerly against each swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip. He tasted heady, faintly metallic and it made your hips involuntarily grind down against him.

His fingers dug into your sides, one hand sliding upward to cradle the back of your head as the kiss devolved into a mess of teeth and tongues, bursting with desperation that practically clung to your skin. His other hand only urged the movement of your hips, grinning wickedly against your mouth as your whines reached a louder pitch.

Deftly he maneuvered you into straddling his thigh, clearly enjoying the way your eyes screwed shut feeling him flex the muscles in his leg and push upward, grinding against your clothed cunt.

"You look cute when you're trying not to cum," he teased. It made a high-pitched groan tumble from your lips but before you could utter a word back his ungloved fingers were sliding against your tongue.

Your body didn't even need to do any work, his other hand kept your hips moving at a harsh pace against his leg that made heat pool inside your belly and made your brain feel like it was suddenly made of tv static. If you had any wherewithal maybe you would've felt more ashamed of the position you were in, his fingers jammed in your mouth as your tongue worked spit over them, that same spit sliding from the corners of your mouth to drip against your chest, and the way he had you grinding on his thigh like an obscene toy.

You always thought you were so clever when it came to hiding your feelings for him but knew the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn't stiffen with fear or apprehension, no it was desire that made you turn your eyes away each time. It was such an adorably human trait, to be almost embarrassed for getting caught wanting.

None of that embarrassment was on display now, his hand barely had to guide your movements anymore and the way you sucked on his fingers went beyond pornographic. It made arousal burn in his lungs like a harsh drag from a cigarette, seeing how shamelessly you chased your own end and listening to every salacious moan and whine bounce off the shadows around you two.

Your leg muscles were screaming against the repetitive movement, your breathing coming in short gasps around his fingers and your rhythm fell off into sloppy halfhearted jerks as you felt the pressure inside your gut burst like a dam, the friction against your clit reaching its crescendo.

You grabbed his forearm in a white knuckle grip as you whined and spasmed in his lap, moaning and panting as the orgasm crested over you. Slowly your senses return, and the ache in your legs isn't strong enough to detract from how painfully aware you are of the spit coating your skin and of his smug smile as his fingers stroke along the back of your neck.

"If I had to say, I'd think you enjoy being degraded."

His deep timbre laugh makes you jerk your head to the side, refusing to look in those burgundy eyes.

#alucard x reader #hellsing x reader #alucard smut #hellsing smut #hellsing alucard x reader #hellsing alucard smut

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janovavalen · 5 months

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okay i apologize if you need specific prompts because i am TERRIBLE at those but grover underwood hurt/comfort?? I ADORE YOUR WRITING BTW AND I AM ECSTATIC THAT YOU WRITE FOR GROVER 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 TY FOR DOING THIS REQUEST IF YOU DO!!!!!

a/n: hii!! n ofc omg yes i’m writing for my bby grover i don’t see enough of him so ofc IMMA BE THE ONE TO STEP UP! but nah lemme stop THANK YOUUU ILL PUBLISH THIS LITERALLY SO FAST OKAY!?

✧HERE FOR YOU || grover underwood x fem!reader

summary: one morning when y/n woke up she remembers it’s the anniversary of her father’s disappearance and grover can’t sit around and endure her pain any longer.

word count: 1242!

warnings: hurt/grief, family lose, sad reader for a bit, fluff and comfort because grover is such a a pure baby AHHH

the day had fallen to darkened as the camp was well off to sleep, the cabins shut and closed with the half blood resting behind doors.

grover himself being one of them, he slept peacefully in his the with his blanket pulled over his head to hide his body and face from the world outside of this comfortable bed. snoring a he dreamed of endless things, grover suddenly held his body being softly shaken.

opening his eyes to be met with darkness he suddenly heard—‘grover?’ the soft and slightly shaky voice mumbled. he hurried to take the blanket from up and over his head as he saw y/n, someone who had just recently been let into camp half blood and so happens to be in cabin ten, daughter of persephone.

grover learned that y/n was very quiet, reserved, always on end and very beautiful…not to be oblivious—all of the aphrodite’s children were beautiful. but y/n had a different type of beauty, one that seemed to only speak to him, only for him to cherish and understand.

sitting up in a hurry he was quick to softly grab onto y/n’s hand that was left behind on his blanket—‘y/n? what’s the matter? why are you awake so late? is everything okay?’ he rushed to asked. he found himself rushing to check her form and face for any marks and bruises and was relieved when he saw none.

she was also quick to sooth his worries—‘yes everything is okay, it’s just…i can’t sleep and i—i just wanted to talk to someone…i had a nightmare and i know it’s sounds stupid but—‘

‘no, no, never. i promise you, anything you think and say is not stupid so please don’t think of yourself like that…what is it? what’s the matter?’ he sat up and out of his bed. grover held onto y/n’s softer hand into his own. his usually tamed curls now wild from his previous sleeping state.

‘can we take a walk please?’ she looked down at his brown eyes as she found herself chewing onto her thumb nail, her rings decorating her fingers that shined in the dark room around them.

‘yes, yes of course’ grover was quick and ready to stand by her side as she gave him a soft smile, pulling him with her, he followed close behind.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

as the two of them walked into the darkness of the forest that was glistening and glowing from the light of the moon that laid right above the trees, grover and y/n’s hand never left one another as they walked together.

grover would occasionally move his thumb in a soothing and general manner to hope and help further ease her once tense state that she showed back in the cabin.

grover was probably one to admit himself that he was utterly hopelessly devoted to y/n with no denial and no doubt. he found himself hooked to her the second she flashed that beautiful smile of hers and her joyful laugh that rang throughout the camp itself. nobody had a laugh like that in all of his years of living, and none of them could compare to hers.

the moon had perfectly shined down onto her figure as they walked hand in hand. her mother must have known she was out and about right now and blessed her with her presence. the moonlight perfectly shapes itself around y/n’s hair and body. the light of the moon prompting her face features he found alluring.

once they finally found a nice patch of grass to sit and rest, y/n pulled him down slowly to sit across from her as he watched her every move. she gave him a small smile and looked off to the distance where was shown an open view of the lake and rocks below.

‘so…beautiful night right?’ he mumbled trying to uplift to quiet but comfortable atmosphere.

y/n smiled and nodded—‘yes very. it may have been a sign to why i couldn’t sleep tonight.’ she quieted down once more and looked grover into his eyes.

he scooted husnelf closer to her and cleared his throat—‘so..what was it you wanted to tell me back there? i don’t mean to produce, of course! you don’t need to tell me anything i just…y’know. want to know your okay’ he tried to execute his seemingly pushy tone and attitude but she only smiled and shook her head.

‘no i know, and it’s not like that—you're not like that. but yeah uhm…i had a nightmare’ she looked down at the grass while she picked it with worry and he took this as a sign to grab her hand in comfort and hold it.

y/n gave a shaky breath and continued—‘in the nightmare…it was my dad, again. he was drowning or something and he looked like he was in pain? he looked like he couldn’t breath…and when i tried to get to him he just…vanished? i don’t know? i swam and swam to get to him. i tried and tried but i couldn’t breath. then someone came into my dream and told me to give up on things that i can’t have ... .and i just, woke up.’

she felt her eyes swell and tears grow to the brim, y/n let out another shaky breath before looking away from grover as she shook her head in denial.

‘grover what could that mean? y’know? what…what if what that thing said in my dream was tellin me nothing is for me? what if the thing is telling me that people i know and love will somehow disappear forever? what if i never find my dad? i—‘

‘hey, hey hey wait—slow down okay? breath…just breath’ he instructed y/n who was hyperventilating as quick as her words. her voice shaky and her tears dropping from her eyes. shaking her head she felt herself cry a bit more and he immediately embraced her, his arms locked around her as she held him just as tight.

‘it’s okay, it’s okay…just breath.’ he told her once more. his breath low and comforting. she did as he told and she felt her heart slow down to its original rhythm, the close proximity of the two of them gave her the ability to feel his own heart but feeling it wasn’t enough.

pushing her brody closer to his making him fall back a bit but accepting the way she moved, he saw what she was aiming for and was quick to let her press her ear and cheek against his chest. listening to his heart, she found comfort in this and locked her arms around his frame.

grover, holding her with his own arms and smiling a bit down at her.

‘it’s okay’ he said once more. y/n felt a small tear drop form her eyes as she accepted and nodded to what he said.

‘we’ll find your dad…and i’m not going anywhere. i’m here for you y/n, see?’ he placed his hand on her face and she looked up at his brown eyes that were looking down at her already. her smile became prominent.

‘i’m here’ he said once more. she leaned up and kissed his lips with a soft manner and he felt his face flush with warmth.

‘thank you grover’ she numbed to him. the soft vibrations of his body being felt against her face and chest he mumbled—‘always’

#percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson #grover underwood #grover underwood x reader

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the-desilittle-bird · 11 months

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pls can u write a fic where reader (the bastard daughter of rhaenyra and harwin) is married to aemond for political reasons, but she know how to manipulate him whit her body and have him wrapped around her finger to secure his support in the war that is sure to come (smut pls)

AN- Damn! I really like a manipulative badass boss bitch reader... but the smut isn't as good as I had thought it would be but... sorry.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

You Love Me Right?

Summary- What is a greater charm than a woman's love?

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Warnings- Smut [Dirty Talking, Breeding Kink, Teasing, Almost(?) Oral (Male receiving)], Manipulation

GIF Credits to @imagine-all-the-things

The Dance has begun and so far, the Greens had the upper hand; all because of Aemond and his dear Vhagar. His formidable leadership and swordsmanship combined with Vhagar's experience in battles and dragonfire made him an important asset of his brother's cause.

To the world, he was cold and unbending. But the House of the Dragon knew well. They knew how his sweet little wife had him wrapped around her little finger.

Otto considered her smart. She knew her beauty was her largest asset and adding it was her sharp wits and undeniably alluring charms. Each word which fell from her lips were honeyed and well versed; a web made by a spider to catch her prey.

And that is why he remained vary of her when the dance began. Being the daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin, he knew her devotion to her mother; unyielding and strong.

"Aemond," she squealed as hands wrapped around her petite figure, her plump lips painted in red as she turned to greet her husband with a kiss on his jaw; then down his neck and up to his ear.

"(Y/N)," he hummed, fingers rubbing her sides as his eye took in her seducing structure. Her brown hair open and brushed back, cascading down her spine. Her violet eyes were the curtesy of her mother's genetics.

Her figure was drapped in a black flimsy robe, ending just above her mid-thigh. The robe accentuated the best of her curves; her ample cleavage evoking a desire deep in him.

"Aren't you a nymph?" She chuckled, sending vibrations through his skin as she looked up through her lashes. Her fingers slowly moved up to get rid of the eyepatch covering his left eye and majority of the worst of the scar.

"A nymph in love with you."

Aemond's eye lingered on her covered breast, inviting him to feast on the soft flesh which would surely swell when his child takes place in her body. His finger fiddled with the lace holding the lace together, tugging on it to unwrap it.

"I want you," she whispered, turning around and tilting her head back to give him space to mark his territory. Kisses and nips evoked goosebumps through her body as one of her hand gripped his long hair, while the other grabbed onto the corner of her vanity.

"So do I, my love," he whispered, his sapphire glistening in the light of the candle. A deep moan left her throat when his lips found the spot which made her see stars.

"I received a message from my mother," she hummed sweetly, her fingers swiftly getting rid of the clothes which adorned his lean body; all while gentle kisses and teasing nips were granted in the freshly revealed skin as his tunic and undershirt met her dark robe on the ground.

Aemond only hummed, his mind already clouded with lust as he watched her bare body in front of him; moving like a seductress. Her soft hands found his shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the edge of their shared bed. A place which frequently ends up destroyed due to their marital tasks.

Her fingers nimbly worked on the ties holding his breeches together. They felt painfully tight as blood flew to his cock, making it hard and extremely hard.

"She is sad."

(Y/N) knew how this works. After all, it won't be the first time she is doing this. Seducing her own husband to accomplish something which was otherwise impossible.

"Why?" He rasped, breathing a sigh of comfort as his firmness left his breeches, which joined the pile of robes on the corner. His long, calloused fingers traveled into her brown hair as he felt her lay kisses on his inner tights.

Her tongue met the tip of his hard on, licking like a kitten feasting upon her milk but slower. Her long nails moved up and down his tights, sending a shiver down his spine as he groaned.

"More, my love," he pleaded softly, but both of them knew that she wouldn't compile to it; at least not just yet. Instead of taking him in her mouth, she moved up to lock his lips in a feverish kiss.

Their tongues battled against each other for dominance but at last, the princess let him win; granting him a disguise of control in their relation. One of the biggest lies in their marriage.

"She wanted to see me," (Y/N) gasped as she felt his hands fondling her breast, groping and swiping his finger on her sensitive nipple. A pornographic moan left her throat as she hummed in appreciation. One of the pros of marrying him.

Bringing him impossibly closer to her, she whispered in his ear, "I want you, my love." Suppressing the groans was becoming difficult for Aemond as his fingers traveled south to meet her wet core.

"So wet, doll. All for me?"

"Yes. All for you, my prince."

His fingers were quick to adjust his cock on her entrance; slowly entering her to give her some time to adjust to his large size. His long digits rubbing her clit to bring some pleasure during the slight sting of pain.

"So tight for me," he groaned into her neck, teeth sinking into her sensitive skin. Moving softly, his hips started with a soft rhythm, relishing in the moans which escaped her throat.

"All for you, Aemond," she whispered, breath hitching as his tip grazed over the soft spongy spot inside her which made her see stars. Her lower belly tightening with pure pleasure which rushed to snap at any moment.

"Cum for me, my sweet princess. Take your pleasure on me," her husband continued to speak filth in her ear as he groaned, feeling her walls clamp on his cock deliciously.

"I will paint your walls with my seed. Make sure you carry my child," he groaned, lips finding her nipple to suck on. Tugging on the other with his fingers, he felt her back arch. A loud moan of his name and the clamping of her on him indicated her orgasm.

Aemond came a second later; grunting her name as he filled her to the brim.

"You love me right?" She asked after a while, turning to her husband who was yet to recover. With his face a slight shade of red, eye blown with pleasure, he turned to her with confusion. "Of course, I do."

"And would you do anything for me?"

"Yes."

The smirk on (Y/N)'s face was hid as she snuggled into the crook of his neck; words heating his skin as she whispered, alluringly: "I wish to side with my mother. And I wish for you to be with me."

The silence was deafening and for once, she thought that Aemond would sit up and the next minute, the cold blade of his sword plunging into her warm body. But it never did.

Instead, a light whisper was spoken into her hair.

"Then your wish is my command."

#house targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen smut

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seraphim-if · 1 year

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As a newly created minor angel in the Celestial Realm, you find yourself caught in the middle of a brewing civil war between the traditionalist faction and the rebels. As tensions mount and battle lines are drawn, you must decide which side to join and navigate the complex politics of heaven. Will you stand with the rebels and fight for change or uphold the status quo with the traditionalists? The choices you make will determine your fate and the fate of the Celestial Realm.

Seraphim is an interactive story inspired by Christian theology. In this story, all colors/sexualities/genders are treated equal and magic undoubtedly exists.This story will be available on pc and mobile and it’s entirely text-based. It’s currently in development and it will be released chapter by chapter.

Rating: 18 + for graphic depictions of violence and death, skippable explicit sexual content, torture & executions, and coarse language.

Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Adventure

Demo: To be Added...

Asks: Check my Guidelines

Customize your name, looks (in both angel form and human form), personality, skills, and independent gender and pronoun selection.

You will also be able to choose if you side with the traditionalist faction (with Michael/Michelle) or the rebels (with Lucifer/Lucielle).

Choose your weapon. Are you a powerhouse or do you rely more on finesse?

Select your magical specialty.

There are seven romanceable options. You can select the gender of all of them.

Michael/Michelle, The Regent

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Dark brown skin and dark brown eyes. Black hair is slightly curly at the ends and it's cut short. Muscular and extremely tall and bulky.

Description: As the Regent, they're the official leader of the Celestial Realm; they lead the angels in God’s absence. The Regent is often described as authoritarian, prideful, responsible, hard-working, and assertive. They are also the leader of the conservative/traditionalist’s faction of Heaven.

Lucifer/Lucielle, The Morning Star

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Waist-length, long, straight platinum blonde hair, fair skin, jade green eyes. Tall, lithe, and slender physique.

Description: They are the leader of the rebel faction of Heaven. Charming and silver-tongued, they are darkly alluring and dangerously seductive. To you, they are a mystery. To them, you are an open book. It is unwise to catch their interest, lest you succumb to their hunger.

Simeon/Simone, Regent's Right Hand

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Dark brown wavy hair, cyan blue eyes, and dark brown skin. Tall, slender and lithe physique.

Description: Even-tempered, perceptive, and amiable, S is the most well liked and popular of the Seraphim. They're a close friend of both M and L.

Callis/Charmaine, The Innocent Ingenue

Race: Angel

Looks (in human form): Golden eyes, light brown skin, and ash blonde hair. They are muscled, short, and bulky.

Description: Gentle, kind, and easily flustered. They are your nestling and childhood friend.

Belphegor/Belle, Sloth Demon

Race: Sloth Demon

Looks: Sky blue skin, black eyes, short black hair. Black ram horns, navy blue feathered wings, and a scaly pronged tail. Short, lithe, petite physique.

Description: You were ordered to destroy them, but you failed. Ever since then, for some reason, they seemed obsessed with you. They frequent your dreams and seek to capture your heart and make you fall.

Ellis/Elaine, The Saint/Saintess

Race: Human

Looks: Wavy Sky blue hair, grey eyes, and fair skin. Short, petite. If female, a large bust and waist-length, long hair. If male, shoulder-length hair.

Description: In the Mortal World, they are hailed as the Saint/Saintess. Unfortunately, they serve a different god than your own. You are ordered to discredit them, to hinder the power of this false god, but the more you get to know them, the more you can't help admire them. They're clever, resourceful, and devoted. They're everything an angel should be.

Abaddon, Chaos-Bringer

Race: Archdemon

Looks (human form): Hetero-chromatic eyes–one blue, one purple, dark brown skin, and spiky ebony black hair. They have a tall and slender physique.

Description: They are not the most well-liked among demons, but that doesn’t appear to bother them. They have a tendency to push buttons and bring chaos and drama wherever they go. They are charismatic and mischievous, yet biting and cynical. Quick-witted and wickedly clever, they are more powerful than they seem and are keen to use that power to cause maximum suffering and destruction.

#interactive fiction #cyoa #twine game #interactive story #angels and demons #angels & demons #angels #demons #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #belphegor #seraphim if #no demo #twine story #interactive novel

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rubberizer92 · 2 months

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As the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, two men stir from their slumber, their bodies entwined in the embrace of sleek, tight rubber. With a shared glance filled with desire, they begin their day, their hearts beating in rhythm with the promises of pleasure that await them.

Rising from the bed, they move with purpose, their movements fluid and graceful as they navigate their rubber-clad haven. Each step resonates with the unmistakable sound of rubber against skin, a symphony of desire that fills the room.

Seated face to face, they begin their morning ritual, reciting their mantra with reverence and devotion. For fifteen minutes, they lose themselves in the rhythmic cadence of the words, each syllable a declaration of their unwavering loyalty to the rubber society and the Voice that guides them:

"In rubber's embrace, we find our place,

Our loyalty unwavering, our desires ablaze.

Only rubber we wear, all others we shun,

In muscle and health, our journey begun.

Pleasure we seek, in every design,

Our libidos peak, in rhythm and rhyme.

Happy we are, in rubber's tight hold,

With every mantra, our desires unfold."

And as the final echoes of their mantra fade into the air, they rise as one, their bodies pulsing with anticipation for the day ahead. With a shared smile, they set out to conquer the world, their minds focused, their desires clear.

Their day unfolds in a whirlwind of activity, each moment filled with the intoxicating allure of rubber and pleasure. From their rigorous workouts at the gym to their encounters with fellow rubber-clad men, they revel in the sensations that surround them, their bodies alive with the thrill of anticipation.

And as the sun sets on another day in their rubber-clad paradise, they return home, their hearts full and their desires sated. Entwined once more in each other's arms, they whisper their mantra into the darkness, their voices blending together in a symphony of devotion and desire.

For in the embrace of rubber, they find not just pleasure, but purpose. And as they drift off to sleep, they know that tomorrow will bring another day filled with passion, pleasure, and the eternal allure of rubber.

#ai generated #rubber #muscles #jock #sexy #ai

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bright-side20 · 8 months

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The symbolism of everything associated with Elain 🌹

(by rinamoart)

_Roses

In Roman mythology, roses, known as the queen of flowers, were created by Flora, the goddess of flowers and spring. After the death of her favorite nymph, Flora transformed her into a rose. Aphrodite added beauty to it, Dionysus gave it its scent, and Ares provided it with thorns for protection. As a result, the rose became a symbol of pure beauty and rebirth.

In another tale, after the birth of Aphrodite, roses appeared as a symbol of purity and innocence when her feet touched the earth.

In the myth of Eros and Psyche, after he saved her, to celebrate their marriage, Zeus scattered roses all over the Earth as a symbol of love, beauty, and the devotion of soulmates.

_Violets

Violet derives from the Latin word "viola" and is associated with thoughts filled with love. The Greeks and Romans believed that this flower had various medicinal properties. Violets were linked to Aphrodite and were used in love potions, as well as associated with Artemis, symbolizing innocence and modesty. Additionally, violets are seen as a representation of the cycle of death and rebirth. When Hades abducted Persephone, she was picking violets.

_Jasmine and Honey

Jasmine, often referred to as the "queen of the night," means "a gift from God." It is believed to be a symbol of purity, eternal love, beauty, innocence, warmth, and good luck. Jasmine is also associated with rebirth, as it blooms at night and releases its fragrance during darkness, symbolizing the idea of finding light in the midst of darkness. Its sweet and alluring scent is considered an aphrodisiac, believed to evoke feelings of passion and desire.

Honey's scent is also often associated with Aphrodite because of its sweet, feminine, and seductive aroma.

_Amethyst:

Considered as the "stone of new beginnings," is believed to have been worn as a ring by St. Valentine and is closely associated with love. Its color symbolizes wisdom, purity, power, and nobility.

_Ivy:

It is associated with perseverance and determination, as it can climb and cling to surfaces. It represents the endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth, as it persists, regenerates, and remains green throughout the changing seasons. In both Celtic and Greek mythology, it is seen as a symbol of growth, healing, and protection.

_Fawn:

It is associated with the cyclical nature of life and represents innocence, gentleness, and purity. It can also symbolize growth and transformation.

_The sun at dawn:

In Greek mythology, dawn is associated with the goddess Aurora. She rises from a river at the start of each day, riding her chariot across the sky. She is adorned with a purple mantle of stars that unfolds behind her, and she spreads flowers as she passes, announcing the arrival of the sun. Aurora symbolizes love, beauty, healing, and new beginnings. Despite experiencing a great deal of grief, she never chooses hatefulness or revenge; instead, she prefers to spread love, colors, and wisdom. (she's Elain lol)

#elainarcheron #elriel #elain archeron #pro elain #sarahjmaas #pro elriel #azriel acotar #elriel supremacy #acotar thoughts #sjm #art #elain x azriel #elain acotar

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gallerygourmet · 1 month

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Captivation

Summary: idk how to write a summary tbh my b

Word Count: 1,816

Warnings: Smuttt, p in v sex, torture kinda, stockholm syndrome

Guys @vixxensvoid gave me this idea ily

In the expanse of the galaxy, the clash of light and dark echoed. Anakin Skywalker's destiny was forever altered by the touch of a Sith whose name whispered through the stars like wildfire.

A presence, cloaked in mystery, emerged from the shadows of the Sith captivating even the most steadfast of hearts. From the moment Anakin was trapped in your grasp, he felt a stirring within his soul.

Captured by y/n’s cunning, Anakin found himself ensnared in a web of intrigue and deceit, his every thought consumed by the enigmatic woman who held him captive. In the depths of your fortress, he resisted your advances, clinging to the ideals of the Jedi Order with unwavering devotion. Anakin was subjected to trials of both body and mind, each one designed to break his spirit and bend him to y/n’s will. Yet, even as he suffered, he found himself drawn to you darkness, the promise of power and freedom beckoning to him like a siren's call. Y/n’s voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber, a mixture of malice and amusement dancing in your tone as you observed Anakin's torment. "You disappoint me, Anakin," you purred, your words dripping with venom. "I had hoped for more resilience from someone of your reputation ."

Anakin gritted his teeth against the searing pain coursing through his veins, his muscles strained against the restraints that bound him to the cold metal table.

"You'll never break me, y/n," he spat, defiance laced with desperation in his voice.

y/n circled him like a predator, your eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as you watched him struggle.

"Oh, but I think you underestimate the depths of your own weakness, Anakin," you taunted, your fingers trailing lightly along his jawline. "You see, pain has a way of revealing one's true nature."

Anakin's breath hitched as a wave of agony washed over him, his resolve faltering for a moment before he clenched his jaw in defiance.

"I will not give in to you," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "No matter what you do to me."

y/n's laughter filled the air, a chilling melody that sent shivers down Anakin's spine.

"Such noble words, my dear Anakin," you cooed, leaning in close until you lips brushed against his ear. "But we both know that deep down, you crave the darkness as much as I do."

Anakin's heart hammered in his chest as your words struck a chord within him, the truth of your statement ringing painfully true.

"I will never join you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I am a Jedi."

y/n's laughter rang out once more, a symphony of mockery that echoed off the walls of the chamber.

"Ah, but even the mightiest of Jedi have their breaking points, Anakin," you murmured, your voice low and dangerous. "And I intend to find yours."

Days turned into weeks, Anakin's resolve began to falter, and his heart betrayed him in ways he never thought possible.

Anakin found himself torn between duty and desire, his loyalty to the Jedi Order warring with the forbidden longing he felt for his captor. In moments of quiet reflection, he questioned his own beliefs, grappling with the complexities of overwhelming temptation. But it was not only y/n's physical allure that captivated Anakin; it was the depth of your intellect, the fire in your eyes, and the passion with which you embraced the darkness that surrounded them. In your presence, he felt alive in ways he never thought possible, his heart soaring on wings of forbidden ecstasy.

Yet, even as Anakin succumbed to y/n's charms, a part of him remained conflicted, a flicker of light amidst the encroaching darkness. In the quiet moments between what seemed like endless torture, he wrestled with his conscience, struggling to reconcile the man he was with the man he longed to be. But as the war in his mind raged on, and the galaxy descended further into chaos, Anakin's resolve began to crumble, his once unwavering faith in the Jedi Order giving way to doubt and uncertainty. In the heat of you torture, he found himself fighting not only against the enemies of the Republic but against the demons that lurked within his own heart.

It was in those moments of vulnerability that y/n's influence over him grew strongest, your whispers of temptation echoing in the recesses of his mind like a siren's song. And as Anakin's defenses weakened, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into your embrace, his love for you eclipsing all reason and logic.

Anakin's body sagged against the restraints, exhaustion weighing heavy on his limbs as he stared up at y/n through half-lidded eyes, his gaze clouded with resignation. "I... I can't..." he whimpered, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to find the strength to resist you.

y/n's lips curved into a predatory smile as you leaned in close, you breath warm against his skin. "Shhh, my dear," you whispered, your voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "There’s no need to fight anymore. Just let go and embrace the darkness within you."

Anakin's heart pounded in his chest as your words washed over him, a tidal wave of temptation threatening to drown him in its wake.

"I can't..." he repeated, his voice tinged with desperation as he fought to hold onto what little remained of his resolve.

y/n's fingers traced a path along his jawline, your touch sending sparks of fire dancing along his skin. you knew you had him in your clutches.

"You don't have to," you murmured, your lips hovering just inches from his. "Just let go. Let me show you my true power."

Anakin's breath caught in his throat as y/n's lips descended upon his own, the taste of you a bittersweet reminder of everything he had lost.

For a moment, he surrendered himself to your embrace, the weight of his burdens falling away as he drowned in the depths of your embrace.

And as y/n pulled away, a triumphant smile playing upon your lips, Anakin knew that his battle was far from over.

Anakin's breath hitched as y/n's lips met his once more, a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through him like a raging storm. For a moment, he allowed himself to be swept away by the intensity of their kiss, his heart pounding in his chest as he drank in the taste of your forbidden love. But as their lips parted, Anakin's conscience stirred within him, a voice of reason amidst the chaos of his emotions. "This is wrong," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he struggled to push you away. y/n's eyes flashed with frustration, your grip tightening on his jaw as you forced him to meet your gaze. "Wrong?" you scoffed, your voice laced with disdain. "What do you know of right and wrong, Anakin? You, who have betrayed everything you once believed in for a taste of power." Anakin's heart clenched at your words, the weight of his guilt pressing down upon him like a leaden weight. "I... I can't do this," he murmured, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I won't let you turn me into something I'm not." Y/n's laughter cut through the silence like a knife, your eyes burning with an intensity that sent a chill down Anakin's spine. "Oh, but you already have, my dear Anakin," you hissed, your voice dripping with malice. "You are mine now, body and soul. There’s is no turning back." Anakin's heart sank as the truth of your words washed over him, the realization of his own weakness cutting him to the core.

The kiss was almost too much for him to handle. you practically dragged him to the cold throne in your chambers. You were stronger than him in this moment and it made a moan accidentally drip from Anakin’s throat filling your body with heat. “Oh Anakin, it seems you’ve wanted me all along” you teased. Losing control made Anakin painfully hard, needing a release desperately.

“please..” he whimpered. you knew you could do anything you wanted to him at this moment.

Y/n smirked against Anakin’s ear before you started to kiss down his neck, your lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. you reached down and grabbed his thighs, pulling them apart so you could kneel in between them. Anakin closed his eyes and tried to compose himself as you started to run your hands up and down his thighs. He let out a low groan as you kissed along his collarbone. “You’re going to have to be a good boy for me, Anakin” you whispered in his ear causing shivers to go down Anakin’s body. Anakin couldn’t help but respond to your words, arching into your touch. You began running your fingers along his hardened length, causing him to gasp in pleasure.

Anakin couldn’t take it anymore. He bucked his hips up, trying to get you to touch him properly. You laughed quietly and finally wrapped your hand around him, pumping him slowly. “F..fuck” Anakin moaned out, tilting his head back. You continued to play with him, not letting him reach his peak easily. You leaned forward and whispered in his ear again, “you’re all mine, Anakin.” you started to kiss down his chest again, stopping at his dick. Y/n finally pushed Anakin on his back and hoisted yourself over him. You slowly rubbed your wetness on his aching length and when you felt he was ready, you lowered yourself causing both of you to let out a loud moan.

You started to move slowly, riding him with an almost torturous pace. Anakin's hands instinctively went to your hips, trying to get you to move faster. You smirked at him and started to ride him harder, your nails digging into his chest. “Oh fuck..” Anakin whimpered. You leaned forward, pressing your breasts against Anakin's chest as you rode him. Anakin's hands moved to your ass, gripping it tightly as he thrust up into you. You moaned loudly, grinding down on him again and again. “Oh, Anakin…” Anakin couldn't take it anymore. He flipped you over onto your back and began to pound into you roughly. you moaned and gasped underneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he fucked you hard. Anakin could finally take no more and with a loud whimper he came hard inside the woman. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as the sweat dripped down your bodies.

After a few moments Anakin places a kiss on your lips and as y/n's lips meet with his once more, his fate was sealed with a kiss that tasted of both ecstasy and longing, Anakin knew that he was lost to you forever.

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Warnings: graphic descriptions of amputation, blood and gore, a dash of dark humour at the very end, viking themes, mentions of sacrifices

A/N: this original story was commissioned by @amelia-quining on my Ko-fi page. Thank you once again for trusting me with your request. I really hope this little fic meets your expectations ♥

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In the far reaches of the north of Sweden, nestled amidst towering firs, rugged cliffs and ancient stones, lay the Viking settlement of Hurgå, where the chill winds carried whispers of ancient gods and forgotten rituals.

Hurgå was a quaint settlement nestled amidst the rugged terrain of the northern lands. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, it exuded an aura of rugged beauty and ancient mystique. The village consisted of sturdy wooden structures, their roofs adorned with thatch, blending seamlessly with the natural landscape. Narrow dirt paths wound their way between the buildings, lined with wildflowers and patches of vibrant greenery.

In the heart of Hurgå, overlooking the settlement square, stood a modest yet revered structure: the temple dedicated to the glory of Odin, the Allfather. Built with sturdy timber and adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes from ancient legends, the temple served as a focal point for the spiritual life of the community.

Hurgå was a place of untamed beauty and unyielding harshness, where the whispers of ancient gods still lingered in the crisp mountain air, and where the people revered the old ways with unwavering devotion.

Among them was Åse.

The girl, in her mid-20s, possessed a striking appearance that captivated those around her. Her long, lustrous ginger hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features. Emerald eyes sparkled with intelligence and depth, drawing others into their gaze. Freckles adorned her nose and cheeks like constellations against her porcelain skin, as pale as moonlight, that felt soft and smooth to the touch, like freshly fallen snow. Despite her slender frame and lack of height, there was an undeniable allure to her presence, and many young men found themselves enchanted by her beauty, but alas, their affections remained unrequited. As a devout priestess of Odin, her heart belonged solely to her divine calling, and no earthly suitor could sway her dedication.

Åse was not like the other women of Hurgå. While they busied themselves with domestic chores and tending to the hearth, she sought knowledge and enlightenment in the shadow of the temple built for the glory of Allfather. Her dreams were filled with visions of the future, and she longed to become a seer, a vessel through which Odin's will could be known.

During the summer solstice, when the boundaries between the hominal realm and the divine were said to blur, Åse made the pilgrimage to Uppsala, the sacred center of worship for the northern tribes. There, amidst the throngs of pilgrims and the intoxicating scent of burning incense, she partook in the sacred rituals and consumed the potent hallucinogenic brew offered by the temple priests that would allow her to transcend the mortal realm.

As Åse consumed the potent hallucinogenic brew, the world around her began to shift and warp, blurring the lines between reality and the ethereal. Colors danced before her eyes, swirling and merging into intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with life. Her senses heightened, and she felt as though she were being pulled into another realm.

In her trance, Åse found herself standing in a vast, mist-shrouded forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and soggy earth, and a sense of ancient wisdom seemed to permeate the very atmosphere. As she walked deeper into the forest, she felt a presence watching her, a powerful and otherworldly presence that seemed to emanate from the very trees themselves.

Amidst the haze, a figure began to materialize before her. He stood tall and imposing, his form wreathed in ethereal light. His features were sharp and regal, with piercing eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages. Though she had never beheld a man so fine in her life, she felt an unmistakable sense of recognition, as if she had known him in some distant time or place. It was him. It was the Allfather.

With a voice barely above a whisper, the girl spoke, her words tinged with gratitude. "Thank you, my lord," she murmured, her voice barely audible amidst the swirling energies of the trance. "For your guidance and your presence in my mere life."

"Daughter of the north," the man spoke, his voice resonating with power. "You have come seeking knowledge and guidance. Ask, and I shall provide."

"Great Allfather," Åse began, her words echoing in the sacred space. "I seek your knowledge and your blessing. I wish to become a seer, to dedicate myself fully to your teachings and to serve you with all that I am."

When he spoke, his voice was like thunder rolling across the heavens, yet infused with a gentle warmth that enveloped Åse like a comforting embrace. "My child," he replied, his words resonating deep within her soul, "Your heart is pure, and your spirit is strong. I grant you my blessing and the gift of sight. May you use it wisely, and may your visions guide you on the path of enlightenment."

With those words, Åse felt a profound sense of connection to the divine.

Odin's voice echoed in her mind once again, his gaze piercing through her very soul. "But such power comes at a price. Will you prove yourself worthy, my child?"

With unwavering determination, Åse knelt before the man, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I am all yours to command, Allfather," she declared, her voice resolute.

"To wield such power, one must prove themselves worthy," the god intoned, his one-eyed gaze piercing into Åse's very soul. "Are you prepared to make the necessary sacrifice?"

Åse's heart pounded in her chest as she contemplated the weight of Odin's words. This was no simple bargain; it was a test of her dedication and resolve. But deep within her, she felt a stirring, a flicker of determination that burned brighter with each passing moment. "I am," she declared, her voice steady despite the tremble in her limbs. "I will give all that I am, if it means serving you, Allfather."

A solemn nod from Odin confirmed her choice, his presence seeming to fill all of her being with an otherworldly aura. "Then let it be done," he commanded, his tone both solemn and commanding.

Suddenly, Åse's vision blurred and the world around her seemed to fade into darkness. She felt herself falling, tumbling into a black abyss of oblivion, her senses overwhelmed by the weight of her decision. Time lost its meaning as she drifted in the void, her mind awash with visions of the future and the divine presence of the Allfather.

When she finally awoke, it was with a sense of disorientation, her head swimming with dizziness. But even as she struggled to steady herself, there was a newfound certainty burning within her soul. She knew, without a doubt, that what she had experienced was real, as real as her own flesh.

Determined to fulfill her destiny, Åse made her way to the highest priest of Uppsala, her steps unsteady but resolute.

Odin's temple in Uppsala stood as a grand testament to the reverence and awe inspired by the ancient deity. The temple itself was a structure of grandeur and majesty, constructed of sturdy timber beams and adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes from Norse mythology. Massive wooden doors, carved with symbols of Odin's authority, guarded the entrance, inviting only the most devout worshippers to pass through.

Inside, the temple's interior was bathed in the warm glow of flickering torches, casting dancing shadows across the polished stone floors. The air was heavy with the scent of burning incense, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest.

At the heart of the temple stood a great altar, adorned with offerings of mead, bread, and other treasures laid out as gifts to the Allfather. Above it, a towering statue of Odin loomed, his piercing gaze seeming to follow the movements of those who entered.

Around the altar, worshippers gathered in reverent silence, their faces upturned in prayer and supplication. The atmosphere was charged with a palpable sense of reverence and devotion as pilgrims sought to commune with the divine and receive the blessings of the Allfather.

As Åse entered the sacred halls of the temple, she soon was led to the back of the temple by an elder woman, and upon entering the chamber of the highest priest, she felt meaningless.

The priest, adorned in ceremonial robes and wreathed in the flickering light of candles, regarded her with solemn gravity. "Åse," he intoned, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the stone walls of the chamber.

Surprised by the priest's knowledge of her name, the long-haired girl furrowed her ginger brow in confusion. "How do you know my name?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

The priest regarded her with a knowing gaze. "Child," he said, his voice grave and solemn, "The Allfather sees all and knows all. He has watched over you since the day you were born, guiding your footsteps and weaving the tapestry of your destiny, leading you to this exact place."

Åse's eyes widened in astonishment at his words, a shiver coursing down her spine. "The Allfather..." the ginger murmured, her mind reeling with the implications of his revelation.

The priest nodded solemnly, his expression unreadable. "Indeed," he replied. "He has chosen you for a great purpose, Åse. Embrace your destiny, for it is a path that few are privileged to walk. Now, tell me, my child, what did you see in your vision?”

She recounted her vision. With each word, she felt the weight of her commitment grow heavier, yet she knew that she was ready to embrace whatever fate awaited her. She had never felt so chosen, yet the weight of her destiny felt heavy upon her shoulders, so she regarded the man’s words with a single nod.

"You have come seeking the blessing of the Allfather, but know that the path you tread is one of great peril."

Åse nodded, her gaze steady as she met the priest's solemn gaze. "I understand, honored one. I am prepared to make this sacrifice."

The priest inclined his head in acknowledgment, his expression grave. "Very well. You understand the magnitude of what you are about to undertake. This path is one of solitude and sacrifice, and none may accompany you on your journey."

Åse swallowed hard, steeling herself for the ordeal ahead. "I will not falter," she vowed, her voice ringing with pure determination. "I will see this through to the end."

“What did you offer to Odin himself in exchange for his favor?" the priest inquired, his voice low and grave.

Åse squared her shoulders, meeting the man's gaze with determination. "I offered my left arm," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart.

The man placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch a silent benediction. "May the gods grant you strength and wisdom in the trials ahead. You walk a path that few dare to tread, but know that you do so with their blessing."

The priest's movements were deliberate as he approached a small box resting on the desk, surrounded by flickering candles. With a solemn air, he opened the lid, revealing the sacrificial knife nestled within. The blade gleamed in the dim light, its sharp edge catching the glow of the candles.

Carefully, the man lifted the knife from the box, wrapping it in a linen cloth before handing it to Åse. "This is the tool of your sacrifice," he said, his voice low and solemn. "To fulfill your oath to Odin, you must wield it with purpose and conviction."

He placed the knife gently into Åse's open hands, his touch reverent. "Remember, Åse," he continued, his words weighted with significance, "The sacrifice you make tomorrow will bind you to Odin's will for eternity. Use the blade wisely, for it is a symbol of your destiny."

On a crisp dawn, Åse knelt before the towering statue of Odin, her heart pounding with anticipation. She was about to make the ultimate sacrifice, a testament to her love and devotion. Clad in a simple white shift, her left arm was bare, the spot where it would be severed was marked with a rune of courage.

Åse began her prayer, her voice echoing in the silent temple.

“Hinn almáttki Óðinn, Alföðr, heyr minn bæn. Veit mér styrk og hugrekki til að takast á við þessa áskorun, til að fórna af sjálfum mér í þínu nafni."

Åse's fingers wrapped around the sacrificial knife, its weight heavy in her palm.

The blade gleamed with a deadly sheen, its edge honed to a razor-sharpness that promised swift and merciless precision. Adorned with ancient runes, the handle pulsed with an otherworldly energy, each symbol whispering secrets of power and sacrifice. It was a weapon of old, forged in the fires of tradition and steeped in the blood of ages past. And now, it awaited its next offering, hungry for the flesh that would feed its ancient hunger.

With a steady hand, Åse tested the blade's edge, marveling at its keenness as it sliced effortlessly through the skin on the pad of her left index finger. Åse hissed as the sharp blade met her skin, a bead of crimson welling up from the shallow cut. The sting of pain was sharp and quick, but she gritted her teeth and pushed through it, her determination unwavering. This sacrifice was necessary, a small price to pay for the knowledge and power she sought.

As she prepared herself for the task ahead, Åse knew that this blade held the key to her destiny. With its bite, she would carve her path into the annals of history, marking herself as a vessel for the divine will. And though her heart trembled with fear, her resolve remained unshaken, for she understood the importance of the sacrifice that lay before her.

She hadn't conducted any prior research, but fortunately, one of her closest friends, Helga, had assisted a healer back in Hurgå. Åse had witnessed a few instances where limbs were amputated due to the severe injuries sustained by their warriors in battles against Christians or other settlements.

Åse scolded herself inwardly, chastising her own hesitance. "Foolish," she thought, a twinge of uncertainty began to creep into the recesses of her mind, gnawing at her resolve like a relentless predator stalking its prey. "Every moment wasted is another moment of doubt and hesitation. Allfather awaits my sacrifice, and I cannot afford to falter now."

Gripping the sacrificial knife tightly in her hand, she positioned it just at the crook of her left elbow. Her emerald eyes shone with anticipation. With a shaky exhale, she pressed the blade against her skin, feeling the cold steel bite into her flesh with a sickening crunch.

The first incision was precise, the sharp edge of the blade slicing effortlessly through the layers of dermis and epidermis. A jolt of excruciating pain shot through her arm, causing her to scream in the overwhelming agony. Sweat beaded on her ginger brow as she fought to steady her trembling hand, each movement of the blade sending shockwaves of torment coursing through her body. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she summoned every ounce of determination she possessed and began to saw through her flesh.

As the blade penetrated deeper, the resistance was greater, the tissue denser, but the blade pressed on, its edge biting into the flesh with a relentless determination.

A white-hot agony threatened to overwhelm her completely.

With each sawing motion, Åse felt a searing pain shoot through her arm, radiating outward from the point of contact. The nerves screamed in protest as the blade severed them, sending waves of agony coursing through her body. Blood welled up from the wound, flowing freely down her arm and pooling on the ground below.

As the blade cut through muscle and sinew with alarming ease, Åse could feel the resistance give way, the tissue parting like silk under the blade. The sound of tearing flesh filled the air, accompanied by the sickening sensation of her own thick blood coating her skin.

With each agonizing cut, she felt a piece of herself being torn away, sacrificed in the name of her destiny. The sound of her own labored breathing filled the air, punctuated by the wet, guttural sound of flesh being torn asunder. Her entire being was screaming in protest as she fought to keep moving.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of burning incense. Her hands slick with blood as she worked to complete the grisly task.

With a steady hand, the ginger girl applied more pressure to the blade. There was a sickening sensation as the blade sliced through muscles and tendon, but she pushed past it. With a deft movement, she twisted the knife, using its keen edge to pry apart the joint.

Finally, with a final, decisive stroke, there was a soft pop as the joint gave way, and Åse's arm fell down to the floor with a sickening thud, leaving a gaping wound in its wake. Blood poured from the stump, staining the ground and her robes crimson as Åse crumpled to the floor to her knees, her vision swimming with pain and dizziness, her body wracked with pain and exhaustion. She had done it. She had made the ultimate sacrifice.

In that moment, she felt a surge of power unlike anything she had ever known, and she knew that the Allfather was offering her a gift beyond imagining. And then a shroud of darkness descended upon her, swallowing her whole.

Åse didn't know how long she had been unconscious, or if she had crossed the threshold into death itself.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking against the sudden brightness that stung her vision. Blinking away the discomfort, she took in her surroundings, and realized she was lying on a small bed, adorned with furs. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the pungent aroma of mead.

After a few moments of disorientation, Åse tentatively turned her head to the left. With hesitant movements, she lifted the fur covering her upper shoulder, revealing the neatly wrapped bandages that concealed the absence of her forearm. The absence of her limb sent a shiver down her spine, yet she could still feel its phantom presence, a sensation that made her gasp.

Tears welled in her eyes once more as she gently laid her head back against the pillow. "Thank you, Allfather," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet chamber.

The door creaked open, and an elderly woman entered the room, carrying a bowl filled with fresh bandages. With a gentle smile, she approached Åse's bedside. "You've been unconscious for nearly two weeks, child," the woman said softly, her voice filled with concern. "Many feared you wouldn't make it.”

Åse listened in stunned silence as the woman continued, explaining that her offering had been presented at the altar of Odin and later burnt alongside other tributes. The girl then inquired about when she could return home.

The woman offered a sympathetic smile. "That depends on how quickly you recover, my dear. But rest assured, we will do everything we can to aid your healing."

Åse returned to her settlement, Hurgå, greeted by the shocked and concerned faces of her fellow villagers. Whispers spread like wildfire as people noticed her armless state, and many approached her, their voices trembling with worry.

"Åse, what happened to you? Were you attacked on your trip to Uppsala?" they asked, their eyes wide with fear.

But Åse simply smiled, her demeanor calm and serene despite the questions. "No, I wasn't attacked," she reassured them. "It was an offering I made to the Allfather."

Some of the villagers exchanged skeptical glances, murmuring amongst themselves about her supposed delusions. They couldn't fathom why she would believe that Odin would accept such a lousy sacrifice.

Yet Åse remained undeterred, her faith unwavering as she returned to her daily life, determined to fulfill her destiny, no matter the cost.

Her best friend, Helga, rushed to greet Åse as well as soon as she spotted her. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in Åse's armless form, unable to hide her dismay. “Åse, what happened to you, sweetie?!"

The ginger slowly nodded her head. "Well, you know how I've always been a bit too giving," she joked, a wry smile playing on her lips. "I guess I just gave a little too much this time,” she let out a soft chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood despite the gravity of her situation.

Helga shook her head in disbelief, struggling to find the right words to express her shock, shaking her head dismissively. "I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, at a loss for words. "You've always been the crazy one," the other woman murmured, her voice tinged with emotion. "But I'm glad you're back, Åse. I missed you.”

Åse gave her friend a genuine smile. "Don't worry about it, Helga," she said with a reassuring smile. "I just made a sacrifice for something greater. It's all part of my journey."

And though some may have viewed her sacrifice with horror or pity, Åse wore her scar with pride, a testament to her unwavering devotion to the gods.

To Åse, the absence of her arm wasn't a sorrowful event, but a mark of pride, a testament to her commitment to Odin and her readiness to give for a noble cause. As she faced the days ahead with a clearer vision and renewed resolve, she understood that her decision was one she'd never rue. By sacrificing a piece of herself, she'd acquired something profound - a bond with the divine and a destiny that would guide her path forevermore.

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A Garden Without Impurity

A Homelander x GN Reader fic one-shot

A/N: Should be working on my other fics but i needed to get this out me system, inspired by a conversation I had in this site and watching the apothecary diaries, not an expert on chinese harem systems but i based this sort of on the Qin Dynasty system bcuz it was like the simpliest, like those emperors got around a lot… this is more drabble than fic-fic but i hope y’all enjoy.

Tags: light smut, 3-some, bilander, dark topics, not proofread I die here, non-canon complaint/canon-divergent, takes place in who knows, traditional polygamy, no dialogue here btw, Homelander being himself, light gore.

Word Count: 5K

Synopsis: You’re a member of Homelander harem, this is but a documentation of that.

Homelander was always a lonely man perpetually hunting after love, for anybody who could give him attention, who would want him. He clung easily to lovers, too young at first to notice how easily he could be tricked into becoming nothing but a trophy fuck, too inmature to notice how his behaviour frightened them in the long run, and the more and more he was hurt the worse he became, all he’d learned was how to hide his anguish– turning him dangerously bitter.

Lovers came easy but just as easily they left– either scared straight by an army of lawyers, handsomely compensated or increasingly more often in pine boxes… crisis management meetings became so commonplace they began to be run on emails.

He was a man desperate for love– so much love to give but nobody could ever give him an ounce of what he needed, an ounce of what he gave, he was hungry for intimate devotion and adoration, the public could only give him bites sizes but it was fading and quick, and his mind steadily warping from this unfulfilled primal need.

Lovers couldn’t handle how pushy he became, how possessive and controlling he could become, how he wished to monopolize everything– so it was a problem, his sickly nature only wisthand by those contractually obligated to tolerate him, Maeve who had been so perfect until the downstairs neighbors logged less and less noise complaints as their passion cool and soured and Madelyn whose allure came in how untouchable she was, how forbidden she was, how much of a special occasion she had to be, and well rumors circulated involving Mr. Edgar but nobody ever dared to discuss it much.

Porn seem to alleviate some issues but the poor team in-charge of monitoring his online usage had filed formal complaint about having to be subjected to so much ‘stepmom porn’ and increasingly bizarre fetishes, whether he watched them to get off or not was unknown but once he switched the porn to browsing r/watchpeopledie– a meeting had to be made and this time it was in person.

It was hard to pin-point the exact moment a suit suggested this solution– it was merely a joke but no matter how thick these walls were it would never be missed by Homelander, who indulge them.

And the project began to take place, with the end goal to provide him with company, and a controlled environment for Vought overseeing… a facility where the damage would be limited to seven floors and 30 large and luxurious condos.

Legally this building was just one of the many owned by Vought– like many other megacorps it was no surprise Vought dab in real estate, owning a couple buildings around the city to provide employee accommodation much like their Silicon Valley competition. After selecting the small building that once simply served as their own service apartments to accommodate shareholders, the project began to take place.

Homelander found it amusing, interested as to what things were going… surprised about how much he was looking forward to this, much to his chagrin– Homelander was very much a man and at the thought of being supplied with sex on tap he was quite happy to play along giving it a fair-go for a few weeks then forget about it after the novelty faded.

The first iteration was an utter failure, simply nothing but a duped “Playboy” Mansion, women who were paid to seduce him and become available whenever he desired– they were boring, they weren’t there for him, they were there for the paycheck and presents, for the free rent and the possibility of becoming his favorite perhaps.

It was dull.

Painfully dull, nothing different from what he was doing, only it was kept behind closely guarded doors and managed by the company that micromanaged everything else in his life.

Dull Lovers who barely pretended to care, who rolled their eyes when he wanted to talk about his interest, who looked at their phones during the good scenes of his favorite films, who signed when he wished to be held, who gave no enthusiastic response at anything but Versace and Jimmy Choo’s.

He felt the ever growing emptiness spread further like a cancerous mass.

As he sat alone sinking on his couch flipping channels in the dark and his eyes finally grew heavy for the night– his fingers stopped in some show about a man trying to balance having four wives, the scenario intrigued him… a man married to several women who seemed enamored with him despite all the drama in the background… These women on his screen weren’t like the ones provided… they weren’t his… They didn’t love him nor wanted to devote themselves to him, they were just high paid prostitutes– even the women at the Playboy Mansion he had met seemed to have a better relationship to the old creep than his own had to him– he wasn’t special or interesting to them.

It was transactional and the affection unconvincing, unlike this man’s wives who seemed to care about him, who didn’t look forward to meeting other men or keep in touch with old John’s and sold their feet pics online to just any guy.

Vought or the public would never allow him to have a dozen wives, he wasn’t even a Mormon, officially he was an Evangelical just in name not in practice so he couldn’t simply adopt the church's views nor was he interested in even more rigid rules… I mean he did enjoy a cup of coffee every once in a blue moon and he certainly had a spicy tongue.

It took a lot of trial and error and plenty of lawyers too.

But a single joke turned into this…

You had been there for quite a long time, you seen plenty of pretty faces come and go, most left because they disliked the system in place– had they simply bothered to glance the wikipedia article on Chinese harem practices before signing the dotted line their grievances would have been lessened… altho calling yourself a polygamist might not even been an applicable label– after all his rules made it difficult to do so.

You had simply been a low-level intern when Homelander first laid eyes on you all those years ago.

He watched you for a long time and you watched him with the same intensity, he was a pretty thing, he had a quirky laugh that veer into cackle territory, his hands were as soft as the rest of him and above all you could tell pretty early on that there was a hunger inside him unmatched by anything else.

No lover before had ever made you feel so wanted, he made you feel as if he was born for you, no lover ever devoured you with a single look… it was desperate.

When have you ever felt this desire before? You asked yourself the more intense this became.

You never experience the titillation and the fear that his hunger inspired in you, the way he touched and explored every inch of your skin inside that broom closet made you fear for your life, as if he would feast on you and gnaw at your bones like a dog with a fresh treat, that one spicy rendezvous after office hours quickly became a regular occurrence and he never had enough.

Neither did you.

His gentleness hid praise worthy self-control, he molded his performance after what made you feel best but you would soon learn it was performance– you were puddy in his hands as he trapped you with this pleasure.

To be yearned for was different, he wanted all your free time to be for him, to ignore all the pretty faces and nameless ass that crossed your sight and devote yourself to him, he was honest about wanting you, about wanting you to love him just as much as he could love you.

Made worse by the fact that you had no qualms with the worst of his personality your fights and arguments as unhealthy as anybody else but always over petty things, never about the nights he soaked the carpet with some miscreant chunky remains, after all you had to be a bit loopy and unhinge to look at him as if he was the only source of light in the cave that was your life.

It was a long courtship before he told you about ‘The Gardens’. At first you simply thought it was another luxury building stuck in Manhattan but behind the doorman and reception clerk was a building only inhabited by lovers.

It wasn’t easy to digest– but floor to ceiling windows, private drivers and Hermes boxes demonstrate to your ego that you might have a price… The 6 figure allowance certainly made your stomach drop as you accepted new found facts about yourself… this was not counting any extra presents– after all your job would be to stay pretty and interesting for him.

You certainly had your suspicions but you had been quite enamored with the Supe, unable to look away from those cornflower blues and the sad expression painting his face as he began to suspect your rejection, the palpable anguish he was trying so hard to contain. Accepting simply to do a few excessive sessions of retail therapy on his dime to recover from the shock, coming in thinking he will grow bored of you soon enough and you could commence the healing process afterwards.

But you never left ‘The Gardens’, the people who ran the building would refer to you as the Noble Consort with the Empress or Imperial Noble Consort reserved for whoever Homelander was dating for the papers (altho you would have given the title of Stillwell for the longest time), to your disbelief you found enjoyment in this arrangement, your were free to pursue whatever you wanted for money was now not a problem– all those hobbies you had abandoned, halted and wished to explore were now back on the table, a new career change or education now a possibility, even pursuing a lifelong passion or dream was available, as long as you kept pretty and keep his favor.

There were other rules of course… Nobody besides Homelander could be in your life. Sex-work was out of the question once somebody took residency in one of the handful of luxury condos. Not involving oneself romantically with any of the other concubines or anybody was also a major rule. He demanded a vow of secrecy as well obviously– telling anybody about the arrangement specially online or the media, and you would have a head on your front door… you would have prefered a finger, a tooth or a kidney like the others on your floor but he left the brainless severed head on yours.

You were certain that Vought kept a dystopian level of watch over your digital footprint while you no longer worked with Vought and did your thing… you heard the rumor of a shadow department whose whole job was to watch this place– it wasn’t really out of the realm of possibility after all Homelander was worth billions to them… and if not Homelander was there watching somehow.

Which is how you end up with having to call somebody to pick up and puzzle the old concubine back together.

He was The Emperor and thus you had to act like a noble, anybody caught breaking his rules would be in more than a little trouble– Homelander was quite cruel once a lover lost his fancy.

But not as cruel as the other residents when they sensed somebody trying to plant the seeds of discourse, threats to the system were ever present whenever he brought a new concubine, those who survived the longer kept the peace.

A mixture of jealousy and self-preservation feed the cruelty… after all these years you liked your comfortable life and so did the others– those with more expensive taste to your own, those whose families were partially supported by Homelander (if he was aware or not was not yours or his problem) those who loved him and didn’t wish to part, and those who needed his support to make sure even if he grew bored with them they had a back-up to their back-up, none who would risk losing it all just because some new lover wanted him all for himself– they had no grace about it and would soon realize that tribalistic nature of humans… unless somebody whispered sweetly in John’s ear and prevented the carnage.

Unsure as to why anybody would want to monopolize him as if this entire building wasn’t a red flag about how pointless that was, you discussed with the others.

He was more than an armful, he was too much even for you who obsessed so easily with him, who demanded his attention and affection but ultimately unable to match just how much he needed in return, you stopped disliking this new life because Homelander would never be satiated, because he would wear you down to a stub, because he would scare you away if you didn’t find a way to get breathing room, more for his sake than your own. You loved him, you wanted to hold tight but if he kept going you would let go of his hand mid-flight and the thought of hating him or falling out of love with him filled you with dread.

You needed him on a cellular level, you joked in the past as you talked to a neighbor, who understood you as he laughed.

It stung for a long time to live this way– You just made it look easy.

But you made it, and it earned you some perks.

You checked your agenda to make sure that time had come around, you weren’t called the Noble Consort for nothing– he would reserve you even outside your birthday week.

8.3 million people in this city and he could make sure you felt like the only one in this town.

Perpetually charming you thought as he landed inthe balcony with your favorite chocolate and flowers.

If Homelander had to explain why he kept you the longest it was how you talked to him earnestly, you treated him as if he was not just a celeb but a husband, how happy you always were too see him, how you always clung to his shoulders even before his boots touched the ground and how quickly you always dragged him inside worried he would get sick from the cold winds, even if he went weeks without seeing you in person you never let him see it, it was as if no matter how long it had pass you couldn’t care less, only the now you experienced together mattered.

He wondered if this was how sailors felt when they came back home after a lengthy tour, if it was warm like this.

No matter how long this had been going on for– your love was genuine, he even thought of you as a weekend masochist for putting up with his whims, but you took him as he was and that was something special… something worth keeping… worth protecting.

He could snuggle in your chest all he wanted, he knew your fingers would scratch his scalp without command, he would find your warmth either gifted by your words or your core.

A perfect spouse to him, he would whisper to himself when you slept or when he missed you, in this intimacy he knew he would stay with you, the only one who understood what this place was all about, who was this emperor’s favorite.

Now when it came to sex–the life of his concubine wasn’t sexless… you doubted the man actually lived in his actual penthouse all the way up in Vought Tower, he might use it to change suits or pick up his mail, for he would share somebody else’s bed every night, if he didn’t you would find out at the lobby, perks of knowing everybody in the building was that rumors traveled quickly and plans of actions would be organized in elevators… so your bed was not infrequent and during your weeks he would always sleep there.

You keep a spare pair of his boots and gloves that didn’t came with the apartment, which said a lot about how infrequently did he slept at his legal address and your longevity in this palace– what did came was a toothbrush, comb, some of his skincare products and extra-creamy milk restocked frequently more so these days.

These private weeks were both sugary and bitter, date nights and cuddling lazily on the couch as he spoke of his day and listened to yours, you spoke a lot catching up with lost time while he washed your back and you washed his hair, knowing he would leave soon enough and return to some girl back in the tower or go downstairs.

And as your week ended he would treat you to something adventurous.

You kissed him in the upper courtyard by the warm dim lights surrounded by whistling shrubs, the night was starting to grow cold, draping his cape around you for your comfort, he moaned as your lips suckled on his neck savoring the feel of your tongue as you drew lines on chin, slowly melting on your sweltering heat, your hand taking his thigh with a firm squeeze teasing him as they came close to his member, kissing until lips bruised and blood inked his tongue, you kissed until his jaw started to numb and his cock leaked with anticipation, being uphere where somebody might see always excited him, he had already baptized every bench in this courtyard but it didn’t lose his splendor just yet.

His hips buckle as your hand finally gave him much needed affection, hearing your muscles push as hard as they could against him, mewling as you chuckled with delight at his reactions, his eyes so hazy.

Trembling as your hand left him, you pulled at his belt watching him blush as he remembered that the one thing you lacked was super strength, you leaned back as he swiftly began to lower his tights, throwing his belt to the ground so the cold steel wouldn’t make you shudder.

His cock was hard, crying rivers into the cold wind until your lips kissed it better.

He made no attempt to conceal his moaning, growling as your teeth grazed the sensitive head, he was unapologetically loud, this was the one place where he forgo all his acting lessons, nor did you want him to be quiet it made you excited to hear him moan, he just sounded so needy– cute too… and tonite he was obscenely loud, animalistic even, grunting and growling as your drooled unto your chin and made his thigh slippery, as you took his cock down to the base, licking down his taint, he lifted his legs adjusting his position to follow your tongue, whining and panting as you pleasured him, aggressively pumping at his cock as you suck gently on his balls.

You look up from half-lid eyes drowning on your own pleasure, he came with ease coating your throat with his thick salty cum but just as quickly as he came he would come back up and just as hard as a minute ago– you made it into a game to see how many times you could make him cum before he begged you to let him do it inside you for that was the only way to kill his battery. Pumping his shaft with short and quick pump focusing on the mid-length as to deprive his crying tip taking sadistic delight in knowing that he wanted you to touch the tip immediately but being too far gone to asks for it clearly as he mumbled incoherently behind his breathy wanton, his hips following the rhythm of your hands and tongue.

A shaky smile crossed his lips as the consort took pity on him, you chuckled knowing you won an unspoken bet with your downstairs neighbor, pulling their hair out of the way as their head went up and down and lips grazed your fingers.

You climbed up letting your fellow concubine enjoy themselves in this debauchery.

Biting on his ears as you whispered what you wished to do with him, calling him by his name with a sweetness that tingled something scary inside him.

Homelander laughed weakly against you, his hand pulling on the other’s hair gently, he spouts his orders, throwing the cushions unto the ground you both give each other giddy looks as the man pulls you down with him with the last bit of composure he had before burying his face with your crotch, one hand kept your hips in place and the other held his other concubine hand, gasping against you as the other took him, you saw red– it was not a competition but you did not want him to only focus on the warm enveloping his cock.

All that filled the air were your choir of moans above his muffled coos and whines as you fucked his mouth, his tongue doing his best to keep up, eyes rolling back as you took fistfuls of his hair pulling harshly distracting him so much that he had begun to run of breath, as he ate everything and swallowed desperately, trying to concentrate on the feeling developing his tongue and lips and the sweet musky scent drowing him, fading with a twsited smile as you fucked him earnestly and harshly, he loved it when he was made into a bitch, he would never say it outloud of course– like many things in this building it went unspoken, but you could tell that all the old residents shared a certain quality to them.

Men and women who provided something everybody was afraid of giving to him before.

You’d seen him cling to men and women who wished to mark him, who told him that he was as much their property as they were his.

That proved their love was not superficial… It was genuine.

Or genuine enough for him.

He moaned and bucked his hips pathetically, yearning to reach the furthest parts of you, filling you, to feel his own cum foaming within you as he fucked you.

Moving you quickly, glad that this time he had thought ahead with these cushions for your knees would be bleeding and burning otherwise– it was all hazy at this point, all you knew was his name, the cold wind hardening your nipples, and the sound of his hips slapping into you as he whimpered with a mixture of desperation and pleasure, he finger fucked your companion, hands fucking his lover just as fast and hard to have the concubine running out of breath begging Homelander to not dare stop, making a mess of themselves on his fingers, coating them as their hole squelched and sucked him right back in, as the man grew pleased with the sight, your hands interlocked squeezing hard as they rode their orgasm to a happy end.

You caught a ruby glimpse reflecting in a metal bench nearby, you gulped knowing you had to think quickly.

Turning your face and arching your back as you begged him to hold you.

Coming loudly letting your knees and elbows give up, letting him push you down with his weight, always surprised how heavy those silly golden eagles are, you couldn’t believe his shoulders weren’t stiff 24/7, with a satisfied chuckle he waits for you both to snuggle with him.

The other urges him to take it into their apartment for it was getting cold and they sure didn’t want to catch a cold.

He half-begrudgingly agreed, wishing deep down to go a few more rounds outside but as he felt your goosebumps he took you both inside urgently.

Your hands never touched after that, Homelander ever so vigilant of both your movements, all you could do was hope the concubine would learn just how stringent and absurd John could be, fearful that anybody would dare hold affections to anybody but him.

You kissed his neck, nuzzling against him as he watched the sleeping concubine coldly, arguing with himself if they had meant to break the rules.

Whispering his name as he squeezed your stomach, soothing his unspoken anxiety he let go of those thoughts.

He returned your affections, easing into him as you fed off his warmth.

You whispered quietly, enjoying each other, easing his worries.

This was a peculiar life but in these quiet moments it was like any other.

In these moments it all felt perfectly normal, the world might never get it entirely and you yourself struggled with it at times but when you woke up to his kisses on your chest as he found a way to turn into the little spoon while the other sneaked to the toilet, you certainly didn’t want to change things.

Not one bit.

#homelander #homelander x reader #the boys fanfic #homelander fanfiction #personal #my fic tag #homelander x you #tempted to write a little series on these but if anybody wants to write about concubines feel free #on my behalf #might come back and re-edit this

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astroismypassion · 1 year

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Asteroid Kiss (8267) in Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius

Credit goes to my astrology blog @astroismypassion

Kiss is an asteroid in astrology. This applies to the natal chart. Search up number 8267 on Astrodienst, go to Extended chart selection and under Additional objects put 8267 in Manual entry table and Show the chart. Below your natal planets in signs, there will be Kiss in a particular sign, house and at a specific degree.

It shows your first kiss, how you kiss and kissing style, the person you will kiss for the first time.

KISS IN LIBRA 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Your kiss is balanced, harmonious, slow, sensual, romantic, sentimental. Your first kiss could happen on your wedding day, at a wedding reception, at a bakery, a coffee shop, in the daytime, during your first marriage, first long-term committed relationship, on your birthday, on an anniversary, after you sign a contract, in a restaurant, at a hotel, resort, spa, you could be on a girls trip and you meet someone who you share a kiss with, after a romantic dinner, a romantic date, in front of a fireplace, during Truth or dare (but it will be with a long-term crush of yours), during a group project or teamwork or you might be working on an activity together. Your person could be your spouse, long-term partner, a business partner, a teammate, your equal on some level. You are a fan of cheek kisses. But also shoulder, neck, collarbone, nose, French, forehead kisses. You could have a rule that you only kiss people you are in a relationship with. You could be known as a good kisser. You might prepare a romantic set, light candles, rose petals. You could have a first kiss with someone who mirrors you or someone who is the complete opposite of you. You might be looking particularly well-dressed that day. You could already act like a couple before that first kiss. You will cherish it. You can also be neutral about it or you really really like it or dislike it. You may sit on their lap. Your person might say they liked the kiss, even if they didn’t like it.

KISS IN SCORPIO 🔥

Your kiss is bold, magnetic, alluring, investigative, passionate, impulsive, instinctual, assertive, courageous, addictive, intoxicating, intimate, sexual. Your first kiss could happen in a basement, a hidden place away from others, in a really dark place with little light, at night, under stars, during long eye contact. Your person is your first intimate, sexual partner, person you merge your resources and finances with, an entrepreneur or an independent artist. You lose your virginity with your person. You could end up marrying this person and you could possibly even kiss after marriage for the first time and during love making for the first time as a married couple. You want complete devotion and loyalty from the person you end up kissing. You could have your kiss very early in life due to feeling much emotionally mature or sexually charge. There could be something taboo about the kiss or the person you share your kiss with. This person could have an addiction, substance abuse problem. You will stare deeply in your person’s eyes before or after. You could be the dominant one during the kiss OR submissive, it’s either or with this sign. You will feel transformed, renewed after, like life and reality is not the same. You could go through an inner change. Kissing could be accompanied by hand, hair, head, finger grabbing. You might kiss the person, but also hug them. You might even moan a little or be vocal about it somehow. You hold onto their body or grab their clothing. You kiss around dimmed lights.

KISS IN SAGITTARIUS 🥰

Your kiss is liberating, unselfish, restless, childlike, jovial, hopeful, carefree, blunt, spontaneous, adventurous, hedonistic. Your first kiss could happen when you enter university/higher education or when you are at that age, while travelling (especially long-distance), at a college dorm, at a college party, at a frat party, during a concert, while you’re on vacation, when in on a student exchange, when you are in a foreign country, at a party, when you are a bit drunk to be honest, when you move abroad. Your person could be your tutor, someone you have an age difference with, someone who is from different educational, cultural, ethnical, religious background than you, someone who had a different upbringing than you, an exchange student, an international student, your schoolmate, person from a different city/region/state/country. You might smile or laugh during the kiss. One of you could even crack a joke. If you want to enter a partnership with this person, they could act a bit non-committal. Maybe you share some personal life stories right before the kiss. Or this person can end up teaching you or lecturing you on the kiss or something else. You could also talk for hours after your first kiss or debate on something. You could be looking forward to kiss this person the next time, next date etc.

Credit goes to my astrology blog @astroismypassion

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terrence-silver · 2 months

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How would Terry (all eras) react to beloved wanting sex while heavily pregnant? (Like say 7-8 months)

Another post on Pregnant Sex here:

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― Twig does it, but you have to understand he fusses the whole time. He's young. He's boyish. He has his many, many demons and they're all still fresh. He has an undeniable innocence to himself still too. He's raw. He feverishly inquires whether it hurts, whether you're comfortable, apologies countless times over nothing at all, he's all fingers and thumbs, asks time and time again whether you're absolutely sure of this even though you were the one who suggested it, adjusts the pillow under his beloved's head, soothes them, hugs them, is infinitely concerned throughout the whole act and he undoubtedly needs more comfort and aftercare than the actual pregnant partner involved, if that's at all possible; oh, but he wants to please --- tremendously, more than anything, practically vibrating at the thought of being so close to the two people who so wholly belong to him --- but there's always this shadow of a doubt hanging over him like a dark cloud that he'll do something wrong, and for the lack of a better word, mess up royally. Injure beloved. Injure their unborn kid. Something that'll be his fault the way it always is. Something he'll never be able to take back. You see, he sees only the worst of outcomes here and he's overthinking wildly, already envisioning hospital beds and beloved miscarrying their baby. PTSD kicking in, he undoubtedly cuts the sex short half way through it on his own accord with a million 'I'm sorry''s added to the mix while he cradles his own face in his hands. He really is sorry. But, he fears losing control and being responsible for what could happen if he makes a mistake and it overshadows an otherwise sweet moment and everything about it. Regardless of his genuine anguish though --- which really is genuine, by the way --- Twig is probably hard as hell throughout the entire outpouring of regret even as it happens.

― In the 80's on the other hand, Terry Silver's the one suggesting sex while beloved's heavily pregnant and you better believe it. It is his idea. His very own brainchild. His own vision coming to light. His agenda. He has his eyes on the prize the minute beloved's body starts changing, swelling up, becoming more rounded and even long before that --- in fact, man's probably fantasized and schemed about it since day one, placing his bets on a long con like a lecherous snake. He thinks few things are hotter, if anything at all, than pounding into someone already his so fully that their very physique are hormones are changing thanks to him. Due to him. All for him. Due to what he did to beloved --- and what he'll continue doing too. It is the ultimate act of control. Of possession. Something straight out of the animal kingdom. Claiming and re-claiming time and time again. And yes, it gets him irrationally horny. Downright feral. Because he did that. Him alone. And he'll do it again. And he'll do it while it's in the process of happening. Pre pregnancy. During it. And after it. Always. Thing is, he likes it. Takes relish in it. In the entirety of beloved's form, not just the sexual aspect of it. He likes the weight gain. Their ballooning. Their sensitivity. Limited movement. Their cravings. Appetites. Their scent. How they glow. How they waddle. How they ache. How they feel when he's inside of them. How their limbs are sore and heavy and all the ways he can personally stretch them, massage them and alleviate their pain and simultaneously enjoy it too in all it's fragility, devoted, meticulous sadist that he is. Fucking while pregnant is only just the beginning. The whole state of pregnancy is undoubtedly so alluring to Terry that in no time at all after giving birth, beloved finds themselves knocked up again in double quick time. Whoops.

― Undeniably, being old himself, Terry Silver at a more advanced age sees the indescribable allure of beloved quite literally glowing with life and fertility at this stage, contrasts and all. Swollen with his legacy. Swollen with health. Vigor. Being at the prime and peak of themselves. He doesn't just want to fuck them, he wants his hands all over them, lingering, languid, caressing the curved outline of their belly, taking them in, looking them up and down, admiring them, every part of them, unable to contain his smile, wishing and intending to burn all of this into his memory, relishing in every change, every fluctuation --- everything that occurred thanks to him. He wants to consume them whole. He does everything with his eyes long before he does it with his body, regret and desire intermingling while a million thoughts race through his mind how he yearns he had this much sooner. Years or even decades ago. As such, the act of having sex with beloved while pregnant is not only incredibly erotic, it is also somehow simultaneously very tragic to him, very jubilant, very triumphant and yet completely heart wrenching (and even anger inducing) because he might be inside of beloved, yes, but he might just simultaneously also be calculating whether he'd see his child grow up. Graduate. Say his name. Whether he'll actually have time to teach them all the things he wants to teach them and the idea of not having control over this --- well, it's infuriating. It makes him feral. Sexually frustrated. It makes him want beloved all the more. It makes him want to burry himself so deep inside of them until they're one, and nothing and nobody can separate them, causing him to enjoy and hyperfocus on every sensation like it could be his very last. Naturally, the way he fucks beloved due to it, oh, it's possibly the most intense, passionate sex of their life.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver twig #twig terry silver #80's terry silver #old man terry #tw; pregnant sex #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

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