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Christian Dior autumn/winter 1998 Designed: John Galliano

#the closet #counting down to the end of q #aesthetics

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 11 hours

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#places #liminal spaces #homes away from home #counting down to the end of q

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 15 hours

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#aesthetics #osha violation #counting down to the end of q

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 19 hours

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Early 1900s Oyster Pendant, Gold and Pearl

#charms #the closet #merfolk #aesthetics #counting down to the end of q

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 20 hours

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@darkhearthorns

#britney spears #music #toxic #in the zone #*Maverick

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 23 hours

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Has someone cried while having sex with you?

"I ... can't recall ..."

#ask box #greta answers #anonymous #*leif #and probably #*Maverick

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 1 day

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Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

#about greta #merfolk #counting down to the end of q

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 1 day

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She was enjoying the sight of him listening to her. He took the cold treat so well, and the added bonus of his silence almost made up for the situation. She didn't know what it was about him but she felt addicted to their little secret meetings and the way they made her feel. She enjoyed the fact that no one knew, that she was getting away with something. Even if it was with her repulsive enemy.

Though, it wasn't all bad, not if she didn't think about it too intently. There was pleasure to be taken from him and she did, riding him with needy abandon. He was a complicated toy she returned to at her whim and sometimes his but that was another type of situation. In those moments when he was silent she had time to focus in on her own pleasure, using him instead of being used. That exhilarated her and in those seldom moments she took what she wanted and nothing else mattered.

He shifted slightly, the motion making her slip against him, the angle was interesting. It made her feel fuller almost as if he made himself bigger inside of her. She supposed it was possible, anything was possible when coupling with fae, but she chose to ignore the schematics in favor for how the new angle made her feel. It was nice and she tried to maintain her pace, to draw it out, but the fledgling was impatient. He thrust up into her at that new angle and made her gasp. She wanted to tell him to ease up, she was the one in charge here, instead she gritted her teeth and tried to regain control.

Except now he was cumming. That bastard was cumming inside of her after she warned him not too. And he had the nerve to hold her close in case she wanted to pull away. A part of her felt sick at being subdued in this way, but the filling warmth, after the moment of realization lulled her in a way she couldn't explain. She moved one of her legs to get a better view of the mess he'd made, planting the heel of her foot and angling the knee back to see what he'd done. And boy was it a mess.

He shifted a little pulling back slightly and the motion had some of it dripping out of her. She cringed and gleamed the top most member that lay messily between them. It looked like melting wax there was so much cum.

"I can't believe you just did tha-" She didn't have time to finish her sentence as he pulled her in for a kiss of all things. His lips were cool from the frozen treat and his hand latched behind her guiding her movements. She wanted to separate herself from him but the kiss ... there was something there. Something she could -if she liked- slip her hooks into. The witch sucked his bottom lip into his mouth caressing it with her tongue for a moment before she bit down hard enough to bruise, but not break the skin. She didn't dare take anymore of him inside of her.

"You can't do anything right can you?" She viciously pushed his face away, attempting to to untangle herself from him. It proved difficult as her legs were spent and the mess he'd left ...felt ... odd spilling out of her. There was so much of it and that thought made her cringe. The witch grabbed the head of the top most cock and gave it a brutal two pump squeeze. She hoped it was painful.

@darkhearthorns

Maverick's nose scrunched up when he scowled in pure hatred for this woman. This trickster, this manipulative being who had ensnared him in ways he had yet to understand. How dare she touch him! How dare she mess up his perfectly tailored, and pressed and ironed shirt?! His anger continued to simmered beneath the surface as he contemplated Greta's biting remark about his birthright. So, she hated when he spoke? Fine, that's what's going to keep doing, for as long as nothing else was shoved deep into his throat. With some defiance and maybe a touch of sarcasm, he discarded his pants, stepping out of them with a stride.

"Accidental birth, huh?" he retorted, wanting to show his mockery towards the witch. "Well, isn't it fascinating how accidents can shape the course of history? How they can forge destinies and test the mettle of individuals?"

Maverick's words carried a glimmer of pride, a defiance against the notion that his position of power was solely a result of chance. Greta has no idea about his birthright- about his mother being the Mistress of all Evil- but his father... a mere human king who tricked her out of love. He refused to let his birthright define him or diminish his abilities. All love ever brought was pain, and nothing was more real than hatred.

"Perhaps my lineage opened doors, but it's my choices, my actions that have brought me to where I stand today," he kept speaking to irritate her, and it worked. Greta seemed more irked and yet, she was manhandling him like he never had before. Where subjects were fearful of even touching him, here she was, pumping his erect cock, and even getting accustomed to the shape of it. He didn't know why he wasn't disappointed that Greta wasn't grossed out by his anatomy. He couldn't help but gaze at her, where deep inside he wanted her to be impressed by them. How absurd! Then again, none of his thoughts made much sense to him when he was around Greta. Must be part of her witch-like allure.

He hissed, feeling raptured by his senses as she took him in slowly. All he can hear now were sounds- wet sounds of their flesh rubbing against each other and meeting. Her lust-filled touches were making her soaked, and that made him harder and grow while he was still inside her. Finding no reason to open his eyes, he kept them closed and kept sucking on that popsicle. This time he didn't choke, and he figured he was getting used to it. He was enjoying her too much to let out a sardonic laugh, instead letting out strangled gasps.

Oh no... he was going to cum soon. Maybe he should push the popsicle out, but... he wanted to orgasm really bad. He can feel his balls tighten up, his hips thrusting up on its own accord. Maverick was losing control.

At last minute- he pushed the popsicle out, and at that moment, he sat up grabbed at Greta's hip to force her to stay down, as he burst inside her. Hot, viscous fae essence was finally ejected out of him, as though he was holding them back for ages. They came in heavy, thick loads, filling Greta to the brim, and spilling a bit over when he pulled his greasy cock back half an inch.

He clenched his teeth and breathed heavy, knowing she was angry, but he wondered if he too could make her thoughts foggy. He brought his hand behind Greta's head, then dipped her down and sealed his lips over hers, recalling the methods in which she employed when she stole his first kiss.

Driven by his dragon-like instincts, Maverick found himself doing things that felt purely instinctual, such as flicking his tongue across her lips, drawing her into a passionate kiss. His primal nature emerged, and he couldn't help but emit a low, rumbling growl.

@gretaphasmatosmartin

#he's still mad about that kiss huh?#*snickers*#*maverick #darkhearthorns #he's defiant when he wants to be #the little brat #smut

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 2 days

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“Greta, you’ve been here all along?”

"Not that long, only for a little while. I just needed to decompress, I think." Greta spent a lot of time at her repurposed lighthouse/observatory until the sound of the waves became overwhelming. She found herself later at Ulysses' home as it was nicely tucked away from the hubbub out the outside, yet still close enough to nature to find comfort. She turned to look at him a offered a smile.

"So, what'd I miss?"

@deepseawarlock

#ask box #greta answers #*ulysses #deepseawarlock

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 2 days

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What's your problem with the great Canadian invention that is Hawaiian pizza? It's delicious and in the dead of -50c cold it helps us think of a better place.

'Why did he have to disguise its origin by calling it Hawaiian Pizza? Is there not a market for delicious Canadian pizza? Nothing with some of that uhm maple syrup?"

"Surely there are better Canadian dishes?"

@spin4muses

#ask box #spin4muse

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gretaphasmatosmartin · 2 days

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"The only fruit that belongs on a pizza is tomato! Hawaiian pizza isn't even Hawaiian! It was man but some unhinged Canadian man with fucked up taste buds and a restaurant where he could torture his witless patrons."