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glader13 · 4 months

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Trust Me pt.3 (final part)

Leon Kennedy x Reader

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Part 1

Part 2

The two of you headed downstairs, to catch a cab to your dinner reservation. You had your face in the window the whole time finally being able to enjoy a country without being on the lookout for bio-terrorists or zombies. You and Leon were able to be a couple and it felt peaceful. You enjoyed seeing his face of joy when you would pull him over to see a landmark, his eyes pools of light.

You could only wish his eyes stayed that way, instead of places of frustration and tiredness that dims him. Yes, you needed the trip, but Leon needs it more, especially because he’s leaving again right after. Two months in France, fully paid as a gift from the president for saving Ashley, then he’s off on another assignment from the president. There’s always a catch, you thought bitterly. But you fixed your attitude, your face, remembering how Leon wanted the two of you to only focus on France.

“We’re here,” the cab driver said.

Your eyes widened as you looked out the window, “Here? Leon, you got our reservation, here?”

He thanked the cab driver as he handed him the money. He then helped you out of the cab as you continued to stare at the sight in front of you. You kept on looking back at Leon as if he’d drag you away to another dinner site, but he just kept on smiling at you, as he fumbled for something in his pocket.

“It was a pain in the ass to get a reservation,” he says, “But I know how badly you wanted to see the Eiffel Tower.”

It made sense now, the random hours that Leon would be up on the phone, annoyance in his voice as he repeated himself. It was beautiful, turning into a deep bronze color as it began to light up in the fading sunlight. You seemed to have been in a painting, the Eiffel Tower against a peachy orange sky, with white wisps of clouds. A flash of light caused you to turn around, seeing Leon holding a camera.

“Looking good baby,” he says, “Move over so I can get the tower too.”

“Leon really,” you groaned, he nodded, pointing to where you should stand.

You smiled at the tourists and other people who walked by you. Their large smiles caused you to awkwardly look away, though you felt your heart swell with pride. A love like his is rare, you thought watching him get on one knee for a better picture, I would be jealous if I wasn’t his. “Come on,” you say while posing, “Take a picture with me.”

“I just wanna get pictures of you,” he smiled, “To keep you in my wallet.”

“But it’s not fair,” you said, “I want pictures with you too.”

So now Leon was posing, his face a light shade of red. An older couple walking by took the camera from your hand and took multiple pictures of you and Leon. He held your waist, as you leaned into him, even kissing his lips for some pictures. The two of you thanked the couple as they laughed, telling you two to enjoy it while it lasted.

The two of you took an elevator up, looking at the city falling below you. The restaurant was beautiful, with flower vases on each table underneath the clear Paris night sky. A live band was near the center, playing soft music. The tower rafters were decorated with rose vines, their scent light in the air.

“Leon,” you put down the menu, “This place, it’s expensive. I mean, I know that we can handle it but-“

“We’re on vacation baby,” he smiled, “We have to do it right. Get whatever you want.”

You got a steak dinner, Leon got a chicken dinner, and a bottle of red wine. Leon listened to you talk about the plans for the rest of the trip visiting the Louvre, the Palace of Versailles, and the countryside for wine tasting. He listened to you with soft eyes, his body and mind only aware of you, and it was causing you to melt.

Leon excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving you to observe the luxurious restaurant. You noticed the other couples’ happiness, the relaxed look on their faces. You couldn’t help but notice the relaxation in their eyes, missing the urgency that Leon’s eyes have whenever he looks at you. These couples know they’re guaranteed at least forty years together, they don’t need to have urgency. Yet Leon’s eyes always focus on you fiercely, he always looks at you as if he doesn’t want to forget your features. He, now that you think about it staring at the couples, kisses you with the goal of remembrance. He kisses you as if it’ll be his last time.

You focused on another couple, watching the woman leave for the restroom. You saw him clean his face with a napkin, then fanning his underarms before he took out a wedding ring box. He opened it to check if the ring was still there, before quickly closing it and putting it in his pocket. You smiled, remembering Leon’s nervousness when he first asked you out.

“Missed me?” Leon asked, following your gaze to the man with the wedding ring. His eyes softened seeing what you were looking at, as he felt his heart become slightly heavy. He can give you the world, and buy you anything, but marriage, a sign of his devotion. He doesn’t want to hurt you, to make a promise that he can’t keep, to leave you in a world that’ll have you raise his children by yourself, perhaps that’s why the two of you never discuss marriage. In your line of work, marriage is a pipe dream.

The energy in the room shifted towards that couple, as she almost screamed, jumping in her heels. The restaurant clapped, and even the band played an upbeat tune. Leon watched as your smile didn’t meet your eyes, and it made him feel trapped in a box, faced with a problem that he was afraid to fix. Like a waterfall, inadequacy began to seep in. You noticed Leon staring at you, and smiled, “I wonder how much that ring was. Especially when dining here,” you laughed, but stopped, seeing that he wasn’t. Your food arrived before you could ask him if he was alright. You ate in silence, lightly nodding your head to the music.

“Have you ever thought about the future?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“The future,” he echoed.

You nodded and he didn’t say anything. He looked into his wine glass, lightly shaking it. He probably hasn’t thought much about it, considering all the assignments that he has done and received. He’s the government’s best agent after all, and it’s taxing on him. Each mission leaves him more drained, more frustrated, and more angry than the last. You couldn’t even count the nights when you held him, saving him from himself, from the nightmares that he refuses to tell you. It’s killing him, physically and mentally.

“I haven’t thought of it, but,” he sighed, “Meeting you has made me think of it again. I just know I want you in it.”

“Leon,” you began, unable to hide your smile“I-“ but you stopped seeing his eyes have a clouded look. He focused on your chest, and you knew that he wasn’t looking at how the necklace complimented your skin. No, he was focusing on the scar that you tried to hide with the makeup. The scar from your removal of the plaga. You reached out and held his hand, squeezing it softly.

“The future scares me y/n,” he whispered, “I almost lost you. I keep thinking about that moment and my mind makes up scenarios where I end up losing you.”

“But I’m here Leon, with you forever,” you smile, “When you have those nightmares, please tell me, so I can be there for you. We’re in this together, not only as friends but as lovers. I love you, Leon.”

“Share your burdens with me,” you kissed his hand, “You can’t carry the world by yourself.”

“Okay,” he said, “Yeah, thank you, love.”

Still, you wanted to get him to smile, so you lightly stepped on his foot, causing him to look at you. But you smiled, enjoying your steak, telling him that it’s delicious.

“Good,” he said, “It costs my arm and leg.”

You laughed at his joke, causing him to smile. You lightly stepped on his shoe again, smiling behind your glass of wine. You then placed your foot somewhere else, in between his legs. You lightly pressed down, causing him to choke on his water. But he was the one laughing as soon as he trapped your foot, “Don’t start things you can’t finish.” His words quickened your pulse, inviting you to something that you have been craving.

“Let’s dance,” you managed to say still feeling a slight rush, “Let’s get the most out of this place.”

The two of you swayed to the soft music, Leon holding you close as you rested your head against his chest. Your hands were lost in his soft hair, as his lips would occasionally kiss your cheek or neck. Even your lips, when you would taste his wine. But as you gazed into his eyes, you found yourself thinking about his answer to your question about the future, and it’s not fair what they do to him.

They treat him like a machine. They give him better equipment to enhance his abilities, they give him time off, or send him to their base to fix him. But a machine can’t run forever, it eventually breaks. You don’t want to see him break, but God it feels like it every time when you save him from his nightmares. When he’s breaking in front of you, all you can do is hold him, promising to never leave him. Wishing that you could save him, take him to a secret place where he can enjoy life.

“Stop it,” he says.

“Stop what?” You asked.

“Thinking,” he says.

“Thinking has kept us alive,” you say, keeping your voice low to not disturb the other guests.

“But right now,” he tries to clean your eyes, “It’s making your pretty eyes cry.”

You felt your eyes, shocked to see your finger slightly wet. He pulls into him as you two continue to sway, his arms protecting you like a fortress. “But it’s not right. You deserve to say no to missions, to be human,” you say.

“I can’t because there are people that I care about, that I love, that need to be protected,” he lifts your head, kissing you, “Everything is going to be okay.”

You stare into his eyes, nodding slightly. You wanted to continue, but his eyes were mentally telling you that he didn’t want to continue with the conversation. You pulled his lips onto yours, tasting wine. He held you close as the two of you swayed softly to the music, he whispered sweet words in your ears, as you held him.

The music’s tempo began to shift from its slow tune to a sultry sound, vibrating deep into your body. The older couples began to leave the floor, leaving the ones on the younger side to stay. You felt Leon turn you around, your backside pressed against his front as you swayed. He kissed your neck, then your jaw and his hands were going lower and lower. One hand slipped underneath the slit of your dress, traveling to your ass, squeezing it.

“Keep teasing me,” you began, “I’ll give them something better than that proposal.”

He turned you around, kissing you deeply, this time, he wasn’t ashamed to hide his hands gripping your ass, “Let’s leave then.” He couldn’t keep his hands off of you in the cab ride, and it was even worse when you entered the hotel, you were pressed against him in the elevator, his hands running down your thighs. His lips tasted like red wine as they devoured you, finally being able to explore your body after so long. He finally got the hotel door open, causing you both to stumble inside, toward the bed. You felt sparks fly each time his tongue brushed against yours causing you to moan in the kiss. He placed you on the bed, leaning over you. You began to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped you. He took your hand and kissed it, softly murmuring beautiful. You felt your face warm at how softly he kissed you, murmuring the same word.

His lips moved down your chest, still in the same soft manner. You let out a soft sigh, your hands getting lost in his hair. His lips traced the scar on your chest slowly as if he was savoring the feel of your heartbeat on his lips. He stayed there, closing his eyes as one of his hands found yours. He took his lips off your chest and put his ear there instead. He listened to your heartbeat with a smile, painting him as an angel with reddened cheeks.

“You asked me about the future,” his voice rumbling chest, “When I said that I knew I wanted you to be in it, I want to fade into you. I want to be lost in you where no one can find me. My future is loving you,” he moved his up toward your body, the breath from his nose tickling you as his hand slipped underneath your dress, “Please let me love you.”

You nodded, breathing I love you. He took you in a deep kiss, drawing out your breath, but you didn’t mind. He can take whatever he needs from you. He got on his knees, taking off your heels. His hands slowly lift your dress, revealing your lacy underwear. He kissed your thighs, suckling on the warm skin, leaving behind rosy marks. He looks so angelic from this angle, with focused sapphire eyes and wet lips. You moaned as he kissed your clothed cunt, as he teased you by pressing his tongue through the cloth. But, Leon was not in the mood for teasing tonight, thankfully, and he took off your dress and underwear, giving attention to your aching cunt.

He greedily lapped at your pussy, his kisses were sloppy, leaving a saliva trail whenever he would stop and breathe. Your hands ran through his soft hair, using his head as leverage to grind against him. You moaned his name as he sucked on your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive area as his fingers attacked your weak spot over and over. Everything was lewd. The sheets beneath you were now shades darker, squelching sounds mixed with yours and Leon’s heavy breathing and moans, you could only pray that you weren’t ruining a family vacation in the next room. Leon’s eyes were fucked out, looking as if he had cummed from just eating you out.

“Baby,” you breathed, feeling yourself ready to go over the edge, “I’m close,” you threw your head back, as you tried to get even closer to Leon’s face, your thighs trapping him.

You cried his name when you felt him lightly nip in your sensitive area, which was all that you needed. You came on his face, causing Leon to moan himself, as he looked at you with a smile, his face covered in your arousal. He got up, climbing over you, and you noticed how large and angry he’s gotten. Leon gave you another heated kiss, his tongue making your mouth its new home, as you became drunk off him, still high from your orgasm. Your hand managed to slip between the two of you, finding Leon’s boxers and pulling them down just enough. Your hand grazed the tip, causing him to buck his hips as he moaned, causing your heart to burst. His moans mixed with quiet whines became more intense as you jerked him off as he kissed you. You were becoming heated again, feeling your hand struggle to wrap around him fully, slipping from the pre-cum.

“I need to feel you,” he breathed against your lips, then he began to trace your jaw.

God, he was so beautiful. His blue eyes were aflame with something mixed between desire and love. His hair was stuck to his face, which was a light red. You even saw shades of your lipstick and makeup on his face, making him even more handsome. You could have sworn that his eyes rolled over when you moved your hand from between the two of you, gently prying his mouth open, as he licked your fingers clean. He kissed you again, softly, asking if you were ready for him, and you nodded.

You lifted your hands, holding his face, causing the red on his face to deepen. His eyes were crystals in the moonlight that shifted from your window. Causing them to become endless oceans that always drown you in their love. He’s such an angel, you thought watching his hair fall over his face, his lips in a relaxed smile.

“You look so pretty,” he whispers, moving his head to kiss your lips and then your stomach, more quietly he says, “We’ve been through a lot this past mission, and I almost lost you. So, please let me love you.”

He continued before you could talk, “I can save the world from bioterrorism but when it comes to you, to your love, I become vulnerable. I need you.”

“You’ll always have me,” you whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. Anywhere with you is where I want to be.”

As if that was the confirmation that he needed, he kissed you. Sweetly at first, before becoming desperate off of you. He fucked you deeply, intimately. You felt him deep inside of you as his head rested against yours, your breaths mixing between the small space. You felt your body becoming one with Leon, as he beautifully said earlier, fading into him. Every moan was swallowed by his kiss, and each time you asked for more he would answer you with of course, baby or need me bad, huh? It was a sinful heaven, how his dick kissed your velvety walls, to the white ring that was formed at the point where you two connected. Every time your kiss would end, a trail of saliva would be visible, causing you to tighten around him as he groaned.

His hand found your clit again, causing your hips to buck upwards. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, as you shakily wrapped your legs around him. You guided his lips back onto yours, as you felt him begin to shudder, thrusting more deeper than before. You both came at the same time, lazy smiles in the moonlight.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against your chest.

He then rolled over, placing you on top of him. You quietly whined as you felt him place his dick back inside of you, still hard and throbbing, I guess he needs me badly, you hazily thought. Leon sat up, his arms holding you, as he kissed your chest, tracing the scar before being drawn to the necklace that sat between your boobs. The necklace seemed to elevate your nudeness, along with your messed up makeup, Leon thought that you looked beautiful. His kisses were sloppy against your cleavage, leaving behind marks as he playfully pulled the necklace. His sapphire eyes were drunk, matching yours. Your hand shot to the back of his head, guiding him and holding him as he languidly moved his tongue over your nipple, his other hand squeezing and rolling the other one, sending pleasure throughout your body.

“You,” you began, letting out a moan feeling his teeth against your nipples, “You feel so good.” Your mind was shutting down again, and you hadn’t even moved. Each twitch of his cock sent butterflies as you felt the result of both of your orgasms leak down your thighs.

“I know baby,” he smirked, “But you feel so much better, holding me tight.”

Your mouth released silent cries as your hips rolled onto his, meeting yours with a fervor. Leon’s eyes were wide, only focused on you, as he watched pleasure be painted on your face. He wanted to reach out for his camera and take a picture to keep this moment forever.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Keep doing that love.” He was hitting you deeper, and you could swear that you felt him in your stomach. That he was splitting you open, as his calloused hands kept you from moving off of him.

“Le,” you whined, “Leon, baby,” he hushed you with a finger against your lips.

“Keep moving,” he grunted, finding your clit, causing you to arch your back.

“But,” you moaned, grinding against Leon’s fingers, “But … I’m gonna come.”

“Be a good girl,” he murmured, as you felt your walls tighten at his words, “I know you can.”

You came with slight tears running down your face as Leon still pounded into you. He gripped you, stopping all efforts to get off of him. “You’re so tight baby, I know you have another one in you.” You nodded as he kissed your tears, telling you that you’ve been good, that he just wants to love you.

You were face-first into the pillow as Leon fucked you from behind. You were a mess, leaking everything that he was giving you. You felt it dribble down your legs, making another dark stain underneath you. Drool was on the pillow from your constant moans and from when he would stick his fingers in your mouth, the taste of yours and his juices causing you to clench around him. God, you can’t think, but you can feel him. Feel him inside of you, rearranging you as you try to press yourself against him. You feel his hands over yours, squeezing them, a gentle touch as he pounds into your abused and puffy cunt. You feel his sloppy mouth on your back, on your neck. You feel his mouth against your ear, softly nibbling on your earlobe.

“My pretty baby is making such a mess,” he groaned, “All for me to see.”

And, “I wish we could stay like this forever, in this moment. Nothing would tear me away from you, love.”

You kissed him deeply, he held you as you came, with him following shortly after you. You both fell into a satisfied silence, Leon pulling you onto him, as you reached for a blanket. You snuggled into him, his strong heartbeat lulling you. You lazily intertwined your fingers with his, bringing them to your mouth and kissing the back of his hand.

“Thank you again,” you whispered, “For saving me. Whatever the future holds, I know that I’ll be by your side and that I won’t leave you. I love you.”

He held you tightly, in arms that were safe themselves, never letting anything happen to you. He loves you more than life itself, when he’s alone, he aches for you. He places you in a position where he can see your face, your eyes shining in the moonlight, as you’re drowning in those beautiful ocean eyes.

“My love, all of it was never mine, but yours,” he kissed you, “I love you.”

A/N: Sorry if the smut was bad, it's like my second time writing it lol

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papasbaseball · 1 month

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I wrote a small little Raphael x gn!Tav fluff. Kisses, love you, byeeee.

Green as deep as peacock feathers, red flowing like blood, I work the needle and thread in and out of the fabric. My eyes catch between the door and my embroidery, waiting for him. He never asked for this small sample of my devotion, but I hope that he’ll take it from his pocket after breaking a prisoner and smear the white silk with the stranger’s blood from his face. Punch and pull, I will my cruel design into the weave of the fabric.

The doors break open, the smell of sulfur sending me from my seat. His shoulders are thrown back, a tiger broken free from its enclosure. He clenches and unclenches his fists before hurling a bolt of fire at a bronze vase, gilded in a centuries old fashion. It clatters to the floor the hollow metal

“Vile vermin!” he spits. “To disrespect me in my house!”

Setting aside my work, I go after the still rolling vase. It’s warm to the touch as I set it back on the mantle.

“Is everything alright?” I ask.

A curl of hair untucks itself from behind his ear, smoldering with the anger that pinches creases between his brows. He could be irascible like this, sometimes when his food tasted bland or if the sheets to our bed had not been folded in the way he liked them. However, I’d never seen the fire in his eyes quite that white before.

“If I didn’t need that ungrateful drow I would have skinned them last week,” he says. Approaching the chair where I had sat, the heat leaves his face as he picks up my embroidery. His fingers trace along the fine floss, as if memorizing a war map with important battle lines and details.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I say, approaching him. “I’m afraid it’s not very good.”

He turns and twist the hoop, squinting at the misaligned threads. “It’s a wonderful… sunset.”

I sigh and turn the hoop back right. “Rose. I told you it wasn’t very good.”

He regards me with those warm brown eyes and I think I spy forgiveness in them. “Of course it is. Maybe a few more details, but you’ll get there.”

His praise wraps me in a warmth to match the blazing fire in the hearth and I bite my lip. “I wanted to repay you. You’ve done so much for me.”

“Is owning your soul not enough?” he says. The embroidery is soon set on the side table and I’m pulled into his lap with ease. “Living in this place is part of your agreement. I did not expect for you to take such a liking to it.”

“I wanted to thank you and be of some use to you again. I liked being out there fighting to please you.” I sigh and rest my head against the smooth brocade of his doublet. “It was nice.”

“Little mouse,” he says, taking my hand in his, “It is enough to please me to end every day in your embrace. I am delighted by your devilish smile, even if you do lack the horns.”

He squeezes my mortal hand and I let myself believe that he might still need me for the smallest of seconds.

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #post game #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

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stalkerofthegods · 3 months

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Athena Pallas/Minerva Deep dive

I was going to originally say Athana, but due to respect to her late friend Pallas (not the titan/giant), she will be called Pallas Athena from now on, please forgive my ignorance. To the wisest of the wise, to the goddess that tells us the wisdom, may we all cheer for her, like how men and women and all equal in war would cheer after victory.

Herbs • Olive tree, Tiger lilies, geranium, oak, cypress, Hellebore (Christmas and Lenten rose), and citrus tree, walnuts, pears

Animals• owl, snake, rooster, griffins, horses (she taught men how to tame horses), female lambs, doves (as a symbol of victory), rams, eagles, tigers, leopards, and other cats (could not find why but many were in agreement.)

Zodiac • She was mostly celebrated in June/July so I would say, Gemini, Cancer, and Leo.

Colors • gold, orange, yellow, emerald green, and royal blue

Crystal• bronze, metal, gold, silver, Azurite, Iolite, ruby, star sapphire, turquoise, lapis lazuli, ivory, Amazonite, Iolite, Bloodstone, Clear Quarterrtz, onyx.

Symbols• owls, olive trees, snakes, the Gorgoneion, golden shield, and helmet, serpents

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• you can veil in their honor

Diety of • knowledge, knowledge in war, crafting, inspiration, strategy

Patron of• Military, justice, skills, close combat, good counsel, prudent restrain and practical insight, weaving, and spinning, crocheting, the defense of towns, heroic endeavor, and protection agriculture, she is known in the arts as well with Hephaestus, protectress of the phratries and houses, authority of the law, the order in the courts and the assembly of the people, mathematics, strength, asexuality, librarians, peace, judges, protests, metalwork, birds (called the goddess of the birds), teachers

Offerings• She was sacrificed bulls, rams cows, all female except a lamb, it must be a male lamb, Locrian maidens or children are said to have been sacrificed to her every year as an atonement for the crime committed by the Locrian Ajax upon Cassandra (do not do, just here for historic offerings.), Olives, Bread, Grains, Olive oil, Cakes, Olive tree branches, Owl figurines or imagery, Silver jewelry, Honey, Milk, Books, Strategy games, Quality chess boards, Snake figurines or imagery, Fountain pens, Handmade objects, Clay items ( ex- plates, bowls, vases), Yellow and/or white candles, Yoghurt, Daggers, Swords (including small decorative versions), Devotional poems, Studying, Learning something new, Using what you learn as a way of growing and developing as a person, Standing up for yourself, Improving yourself, Owl pellets, Owl decoys for gardens,Work out clothes/gear, Fidget toys for when you’re working, Brain imagery, Spider imagery, Crafts you have made, Certificates/degrees/awards for achievements, Favorite books/books on mythos or Greece, Knitting/crocheting/crafting materials, Needles, Your glasses, Coffee/tea, Nice pens/pencils, Journals/notebooks, Voting stickers/cards, Spears/swords/daggers/helmets, Protest signs, pears, walnuts, Garlic bread, Start a small side business.

Devotional• Read a book, become a librarian as a summer job, or simply check out or return a book, join a book club, host a book club, learn Battle strategies, learn Wars and how they were won, learn What led to wars being lost, read The Art of War by Sun Tzu, learn about Politics, Democracy in Ancient Greece, learn about Armor and weapons, Catch and release spiders in your home, do Pottery, learn about Cross stitching and knitting, Tutor someone/get tutoring for areas you need help in, Watch TED talks/listen to educational podcasts, Plan out your day/keep a planner, Thinking before taking action, controlling our anger, Learn new vocab words, Make your notes pretty, Learn study techniques, Take appropriate study breaks, Do projects for Her, Challenge yourself, Learn grounding techniques, Do your homework, Give up things that are unhealthy for your brain (ex- smoking cannabis, drinking.), work out, Learn basic first aid, take CPR classes, Take care of your body, Go to protests/advocate

Ephithets• will post later, postponed due to motivational issues, will come soon.

Equivalents• neith (Egyptian), thrud (Norse), Minerva (roman), Athena (Greek)

Alter• I would not put her alter near Heaphestus, be tried to violate her in a myth, I would not put her alter near Aphrodite because they are known to not get along in myths, but things could have changed. She does work well with heroes, so if you worship Hercules or Perseus I would put her alter near them, I would not put her near Arachne and keep her alter away from spider areas, etc. Keep her altar clean and orderly. She does not like the giant Pallas, he tried to ruin her chastity.

Signs they are reaching out• Encounters with owls, olive trees, or feelings of wisdom and inspiration, seeing owls in the day, going to the library more often, staying after school.

Vows/omans• to stay a virgin forever, and to change her name

Number• 6 or 7 and 5 (I couldn't find a website that could agree.)

Morals• Morally lawful

Personality• Strong, endearing, respected, smart, confident, practical, clever, a master of disguises, and a great warrior. Brings Harvard teachers to shame.

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • Immortal

Fact• Some say she invented the flute, she invented the plow, and the rake, borrows tools from Zeus to do war saves people when fate counts on it, she repels Ares, some say Athena’s full name is Pallas Athena, but they say she added the name Pallas to hers after she accidentally mortally injured her friend Pallas during a practice session in her youth. Athena was seen naked bathing, she felt bad for the man, she covered his eyes and made him blind, making him an oracle.

Curses• blindness, more spiders, spilling tea, dyslexia getting harder, losing ur glasses, no one knowing who you're dressed as during Halloween, getting into fights, unjust detentions, no one showing up to class, getting fired as a teacher or librarian (unjustly), dropping books and learning stuff all of the sudden, forgetting materials that you learned on your test, your quizzes and tests get lost.

Blessings• remembering test materials, witty replies in arguments, detentions all of the sudden going away, getting into your dream college, getting into a book club, finding ur books, getting a librarian or teacher or tutor job.

Roots• Greek, near the river Triton born after or in the Titanomachy era.

Friends• Pallas (her friend growing up)

Parentage• Some say Poseidon then she went to Zeus after a dispute and became his daughter, and some say metis and Zeus, some say Hepeastus.

Siblings• Artemis, Aphrodite, the Muses, the Graces, Ares, Apollo, Dionysus, Hebe, Hermes, Heracles, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Minos, Perseus, and Porus.

Children• She does not have any romantic lovers, but she has adopted children, who are, Erikhthonios/Erichthonius.

Pet• one white and three dark horse and an owl, (she shares a chariot with Artemis)

Appearance in astral or gen• a stately woman armed with a shield and spear, and wearing a long robe, crested helm, and the famed aigis with the the Gorgon Medusa on a shield

Festivals • The cleansing Festival/Plynteria and Kallynteria Festival, the threshing festival/Skira Festival, the festival of Minerva/Minor Quinquatrus, The panatheanaea/Athena Festival, The Vintage festivalOschophoria Festival, the artisans Festival/Chalkeia Festival.

Day • she does not have any day of the week, the 23 of each month, and the first day.

Sacred places• The Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens is dedicated to her, and Athens.

Status• Wisdom goddess, One of the major theoi and goddesses in Greek mythology

What angers her • If you stop worshiping her, I would clean up and part respectfully and know she understands, she does not like the sudden removal of an alter and the trashing of one.

The music she likes• classical and lo-fi study music.

Planet• Pallas Athene (minor planet) and the Asteroids 93 Minerva and 2 Pallas

Her Tarot cards• queen of swords, queen of wands, justice card, balance card

Remind me of• the saying “hitting the books” and someone actually throwing books, twilight from My Little Pony, Dead Trees (books)

Scents/Inscene • Patchouli, dragon’s blood, musk, indigo, orange blossom, cinnamon, and cedarwood

My opinion • She's cool.

Prayers•

Prayer To Athena by Liz “Morning Dove” La Posta

Oh, wise Athena with your spear and shield, protect me and my family from injustice and harm. Council me with your wisdom so that I may make the best decisions. Grant me success in my endeavors, but keep me humble so that I might not become condescending to others. I thank you for the many times you have guided me on my Path. Share with me your mysteries and I will do my best to follow. Athena my Goddess, I pray this in your sacred name, and I vow to always be your faithful dedicant.

Prayer to Athena for Wisdom

Clear-eyed Athena, unrivaled in wisdom, daughter of Zeus and Metis whose craft and wit excelled among the mighty Titans: Athena, I pray to you. Wise in all things you are, goddess; your cunning and guile are well known. In time of war you have no equal in tactics or in strategy; many armies have you guided to victory. In time of peace your blessings fall on those whose work is of the mind–friend of the philosopher, the scientist, the student. Advisor of kings, patron of clever heroes and bold-hearted adventurers, defender of the thinker, mistress of reason and understanding, goddess to whom a strong arm and a sharp sword are nothing without the sense to wield them well and the insight to know when words are worth more than weapons. Athena, grant me a sound mind and steady temper, bless me with good judgment, show me the long view.

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At gunpoint part II

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Each of us has our own problems in lives and demons in souls. Some of us cope on our own, some of us need a little help from friends, and some of us go to a psychologist. Every problem has its own salvation, except for one – how to suppress the strongest desire to fuck your psychologist?

Warnings: smut; not protected sex. Sebastian is not really working as a psychologist. He has just taken over his Empire and needed a cover for some time.

Status: In-progress

My Sebastian Stan's masterlist and My Main Masterlist

Part I of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part I

Five years ago.

Dr. Stan's office was a long room, all the illumination of which consisted of two windows that overlooked the courtyard of the neighboring building, which blocked all the sun's rays, preventing them from entering the office even on the clearest days, leaving the doctor's office immersed in pleasant darkness. Opposite the front door was a small marble fireplace. It was flanked by a bookcase, made of solid black oak, with large panels, decorated with intricately carved mirrors, which occupied the entire space of the walls between the front door and the table. This magnificent bookcase contained a collection of rare and valuable books, luxuriously bound in red morocco, with coats of arms on covers and spines... A collection of German classics, Latin authors, and just a few scattered volumes of the most famous contemporary psychiatrists.

Opposite the bookcase, in the wall between the windows, rose a large bookcase for papers, also of carved black oak, and there were folders of red morocco with gold letters on it. That was the exact place where a plaster figurine, about half a meter high, depicting Jung stood on the highest shelf.

On the fireplace, adorned with a medium-sized mirror, were a brushed bronze alarm clock and two brown porcelain vases. The furniture of this dark and secluded room was completed by a large Voltaire armchair upholstered in natural leather, a massive writing desk, and four high-backed low chairs of black oak, upholstered in brown cloth with long silk fringe of the same color.

The whole office is immersed in twilight; long black shadows rise from dark corners to the ceiling; it seems that someone is hiding there and looking at a bright spot above a large table. Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed with her feet into a large leather chair and, pressing her chin to her knees, carefully studied the situation, trying neither breathe nor move.

Dr. Stan who entered the office had not yet noticed her, and therefore she had a chance to examine him better: the man looked to be no more than 35, styled short dark hair and dark eyes were intensely looking for something among the shelves with books. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sebastian was aware of her presence as well as she was of his, the moment he entered the office. Everyone had their sins.

Smirking, Y/N turned away from the doctor and stared at the magazine, continuing to watch the motionless man from under her eyelashes.

“I always wanted to know if this work with nymphomaniacs too?” Sebastian asked in a low voice, suddenly being in front of the girl, leaning towards her. The tone was partly friendly and trusting, partly tempting. In general, the usual tone of a man interested in a woman. The only difference was that you came here to fight addiction, not surrender to it.

Y/N made an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts and understand what Dr. Stan was talking about.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Sebastian nodded at the magazine in girl's hands, open on an unexpectedly revealing lingerie advertisement. All this time, immersed in her thoughts, she looked at the page, not realizing what was depicted there. And so now, having glanced over the page, she thought that she would not actually mind at all being in the place of the young model, who was tilted to the table, whose legs were spread to the side. The man in his thirties who was holding the model by her neck in place was strangely reminding her psychologist. Male model’s crouch was tightly pressed into female model’s back. The poses were a bit odd so it was probably heavily edited with Photoshop. The meaning of Sebastian's question still eluded her.

“Sir, I still don't really understand what you're talking about.” The girl mumbled noticing how man’s posture changed at the word Sir. Interesting reaction.

“You've been staring at this advertisement for almost five minutes. This indicates a certain interest. Name’s Sebastian” Sebastian smirked fully aware of his sudden non-professional interest in this girl. “Why do you think you are here?” He asked the girl finally sitting in front of her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Well, my friend considers me to be a pervert, because I am interested in…” She looked straight into man’s storming blue eyes liking her lips “older man. Daddy issues, you know. What even kind of disease is that? ”

Sebastian chuckled, clearly understanding that if her friend knew about his desires and interests she would sue him not gave her friend for him to cure.

“I think you're right, there is no such disease, and it's quite normal, unless you like old man with bald heads.” His response took her by surprise; apparently she was waiting for a completely different turn of events.

“Would you like some tea?” He asked watching her face closely. She definitely didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want for her to leave either.

She bit her lip derisively, stood up and put her elbows on the armrests of his chair, bending closer to the man, trapping him in her presence.

The man was clenching and unclenching his fists, and the jaws on his cheekbones were trembling, and she almost laughed in his face at how comical and stupid he looked trying to conceal his desire. Suddenly he roughly squeezed her hands, pulled her closer to him so that their noses almost touched. Y/N exhaled raggedly and ran her eyes over Sebastian’s face.

“Listen, if you were not my patient and we were not restricted by ethic I would fuck you right here on the table.” He whispered through gritted teeth.

She freed one of her hands, raised it to her face and playfully bit the tip of her finger, watching with pleasure how his beautiful face was distorted with poorly controlled lust. “How is that a problem? Sir, I am no teenager anymore and I would definitely jump your bones with pleasure.”

Furrowing his eyebrows and staring at young girl incomprehensibly, Sebastian exhaled in confusion, abruptly moved away and dug his fingers into the dark strands, pulling them away from the roots. She raised her fist to her mouth and chuckled softly at his sight, wanting to prolong this moment when such man really looks absent-minded. The only thing she didn’t take into account was the complete silence which let Sebastian hear her laughter clearly. She has already sat on the table resting her hands on it.

“So you are not worried at all?” he asks briefly turning around to face Y/N, loosening his tie, and then taking it off completely. It was much easier to control and cure others than to get hold of his own demons and emotions. With each word she said to him he could feel how impulses run through the whole body, anger that started to peak its head due to her outright impudence finally turned into complete lust and he found himself wanting to fuck this girl in the dirtiest positions.

“I just give in to this game unlike you” she seductively smiles at him, but all her bravado and playfulness disappear instantly the moment she felt a hot hand closing on her neck, and a man's knee pushing her legs apart and a heavy body literally leaning on her now. Looking up, she sees how wildly Sebastian was looking at her and she quickly came to one right conclusion that it would be better for her to keep quiet now.

Swallowing thick saliva hard, she felt his free hand squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and the only thing she could feel is how her legs are trembling in excitement.

“What a fucking tease you are, Y/N,” Sebastian leans down to her and hisses in her face. The fingers on her neck squeeze harder and pull forward, so she automatically leans in to meet the embittered face. “Unbearable, arrogant, deliciously smelling and sexy beautiful tease.”

Normal, mentally stable person would choke on such vulgar words addressed to her and would definitely feel insulted, but Y/N was not such woman. She felt desire flared up inside her as her red underwear became godlessly wet, and she frantically tried to bring her thighs together, ignoring the fact that a man was standing between them.

She only has time to notice a predatory grin on a man’s face with a blurred gaze and before she could even squeak or process what was happening, Sebastian abruptly lowered her onto the table completely while she brought her legs together on his lower back.

“So you are indeed in my game. Did you close the door?” she hoarse with not her own voice when male fingers found their way to girl’s hips and furiously tore expensive nylon tights. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push the man a bit to see the answer to her question. He nodded unable to speak and squeezed her neck harder to shift the focus to himself.

Sebastian lifts up the hem of a light dress to the waist and quickly takes off her soaked underwear. She probably should have been ashamed of such a reaction of her body, but male fingers slide between the labia, and then burst into her body, instantly picking up a frantic pace.

“Did you really think that I would endure your arrogance in front of my nose?” His hoarse voice intoxicated and clouded her mind better than any expensive alcohol, and she rolled her eyes, enjoying it. “Rejoice, Y/N, because I have taken care of the confidentiality of our rendezvous, and I will fuck you properly so the only word would be left in that pretty head of yours. Sir.”

She could feel that she was beginning to choke on her own moans, which, due to the pressure on her throat, could not escape from her mouth, and she frantically tried to inhale at least some air into her lungs, but Sebastian, apparently, decided to ignore her need to breathe.

When his rough lips covered hers with a rough kiss, while his fingers continued forward movements from the inside, pushing the walls apart and pressing on the right points, she surrendered to his hot body. She slid her hips closer to the edge of the table and hooked her hands on the man's neck, responding to Sebastian's kiss with full passion.

Drowning in the animal lust that her psychologist gave her, she did not think about the consequences of their rash sex. Yes, she definitely wanted Sebastian it was pointless to deny, but now she was coming to the conclusion that she would prefer to have him in a more romantic setting, and not when he laid her out on the table the way he wanted himself, and his long aesthetic fingers were fucking her so well that, she was going to surrender to her Sir for a long time. She knew why she was here, but she could feel unknown prick of conscience that she was here by someone’s command.

Breaking their kiss, he moved his hand from girl’s neck to chest and squeezed it hard, pulling out a loud moan from her swollen lips. Y/N threw hr head back and completely surrendered to the sensations of fullness when Sebastian added a third finger while pressing another one on her clitoris rubbing circles. She felt the blood running through the veins, and all the nerve endings and tension that had accumulated during the whole time that she had no sex gathered in one point.

Desperately whimpering, she begged Sebastian to speed up, although it seemed that it was no longer possible to move faster, and when she felt the first weak impulse of orgasm, the feeling of the man’s fingers in her abruptly stopped, leaving a painful emptiness.

In a hurry, she opened her eyes and saw how Sebastian was taking off his pants along with boxers, taking out his cock, pumping it. Putting his member to her entrance, he ran his fingers along the labia, collecting lubricant.

“Lustful little girl, now you will carefully watch right in my eyes the whole time as I will fuck you into this table and I do not advise you to look away or roll your eyes. You will not like the punishment.” Sebastian whispered and entered her, starting to quickly knock her into the table.

Feelings of bliss went beyond her body and soul, and the sight of how a muscular body was driven deep into her, lifted Y/N somewhere higher than heaven, and his tense hand, which squeezed her neck, did not give her any doubt that the man, towering over me, finally took off the mask he was wearing outside of this room.

Biting her lip painfully and clutching the edge of the table with her nails, she inhaled and exhaled convulsively, because Sebastian was fucking her rough, forgetting about teasing all at once. She was swallowed in such unbridled pleasure, when it seemed that she was about to be torn apart by conflicting emotions, starting with a slight pain from the touch of the bodies, ending with a sweet bliss that ran through the veins like a current, with every push of the male body into her as she surrenders to his power.

With another rough push, a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt how her body, with every movement of the member inside, went into the bliss, and the limbs trembled. She blinked rapidly as she felt the knot in her lower abdomen rip apart, and she moaned loudly, looking into Sebastian’s eyes., finally finding her bliss. He was close as his pace was quickly speeding up. For a moment she saw admiration and satisfaction flash in his eyes, but all this quickly disappeared behind a veil of lust and desire. The moment he threw his head back and growled loudly as he came, was probably one of the most beautiful signs in her life.

“Thank you, Sir” She said in mere whisper not fully knowing what exactly to say.

“Such a good girl I got here.” He smiled, gently and quite unexpectedly stroking her cheek and swollen lips. "So obedient."

With a satisfied grunt, he quickly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt under her studying gaze, picked up his shirt from the floor and, looking at Y/N with satisfied eyes, quickly buttoned it.

“Get up off the floor, Y/N, and put yourself in order,” he said, sinking into his chair, taking his eyes off her stunned face. “We'll meet soon. I’ll make sure of that.”

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My Girl [Chapter 3][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, smut

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When you showed up to work, there was a bouquet of white roses and calla lilies on your desk. You immediately recognized Jake's handwriting on the small card tied to the glass vase.

Happy one month anniversary, Natalie. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.

Love,

Jake

“Shut up,” Rebecca whined, rounding the corner to your desk and spotting the flowers. You flushed. “God, I hate you sometimes. Maybe not hate. Just jealous of your life.”

You laughed and dropped the card into your purse. “You're lucky with Harris. He’s good to you and he loves you.”

“He’s never once sent me flowers at work,” she countered. “That’s some old school shit.”

“Jake is different,” you said softly. “He’s not like any other guy I’ve dated.”

“He’s a man,” Rebecca added. “I think the expectations are different. On both sides.”

“What do you mean?”

You had told her about how Jake had to cancel Ellie’s birthday, and that you two had decided to take it slow, both with meeting Ellie and with sex. What you hadn’t told her was that he hadn’t slept with anyone since his late wife. That felt like a personal detail you weren’t at liberty to share.

“I mean he’s probably expecting more of you than any other twenty-something guy would.” Rebecca crossed her deep bronze legs and you watched as a first-year associate drooled over her from afar before scampering away when you caught his lusty gaze and frowned. She was the only black woman on the legal team, and only one in a handful of people of color in the entire office, something the both of you were trying to remedy now that you had say in the new hires brought in at the graduate level. Rebecca had a way of making men twice her age give up without a fight, something that was highly irregular in law, and you admired her deeply for it. She also terrified the interns and first years, which never ceased to make you laugh.

“Like what?” you asked.

“Like commitment,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “The man is in his thirties. He’s a widower with a kid. He sounds like the commitment type. He doesn’t want to run around and chase ass all day. A man who sends these,” she skimmed a rose petal with one long nail, “is in it for the long haul.”

Your stomach did somersaults. The longest relationship you had been in was with Sam, for two years. And you had never once imagined marrying him. You tipped your head back against the chair. “I like him a lot. He’s smart and gorgeous and kind. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to make such a big decision like that.” You looked up at Rebecca. “I’m twenty-six for Christ’s sake. I should be doing Coyote Ugly at a bar, not spending Saturday nights putting together book reports.”

Rebecca laughed. “She’s four, not fourteen.”

“See? I don’t know anything about kids!”

“I have eight nieces and nephews,” she said. “Trust me, all you have to do is listen to their games and stories and act interested in them and you’re golden.”

“I don’t want to lose him,” you said after a moment, staring at the vase of flowers. “I think he’s right for me. I’m just scared that I’m not right for him.”

Rebecca stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “He sounds smart. I don’t think he would do all of this,” she swept her hand toward the flowers, “if he outright thought you weren’t a fit. Trust your gut.”

***

The one time you had thought about having kids, you were staring at an unopened pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.

When you looked up into the mirror, your face was ashen. Your hands shook as you ripped the white foil package, pulled out the plastic stick and sat down to pee.

It was the first semester of 3L. You had just finished interning with Smith & Hobart, and had a finance job lined up for after graduation. Sam was still searching for a job. The two of you had taken a trip at the end of the summer to Maine and stayed in a tiny cabin outside of Kennebunkport, eating lobster rolls and going kayaking at dusk and drinking endless bottles of Sancerre and one morning you had woken up with the terrible realization that the night before he had been too drunk to get the condom on and you had said fuck it and now you were eleven days late.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You were meant to get a white collar law job and buy a starter house in Alexandria or outside Sacramento. Sign a lease on a new Lexus sedan, bring home a boy to Thanksgiving, watch your mother fawn over him while your father ushers him into the study for a cigar and to grill him on his likely nonexistent knowledge of tax law. You were meant to sit excitedly in the OB/GYN office, diamond band sparkling on your left hand as your fingers traced the subtle swell of your stomach.

You weren’t meant to get pregnant at twenty-four with a guy you were certain wasn’t the one. He was the one for now, and that had been enough.

Until it wasn’t.

You wanted to be a mother in the way that lots of young girls yearn to have someone to care after. Someone to dress up in baby clothes. Someone to love you unconditionally.

But you weren’t ready. The idea of failing someone so small, so dependent, terrified you.

After two minutes you flipped it over and slid to the floor, back pressed tightly against the wooden cabinet beneath the sink, tears flooding your eyes. You could barely choke back the sob that rose out of your throat.

It was negative.

It was what you wanted. So why was there an ache somewhere deep inside your chest that you couldn’t quite place?

***

“What are you doing next weekend?” Jake asked, twirling strands of spaghetti onto his fork.

You took a sip of wine. The restaurant was quiet. Not many people ate dinner past eight o’clock in the area. “No plans,” you replied, stabbing a blob of mozzarella with your fork. “Why?”

“Let’s go away together,” Jake said and you looked up with surprise.

“What about Ellie?”

“She’s spending the weekend with her grandparents,” he replied, smiling. “They’re taking her to Disney.”

“Oh that’s sweet,” you said softly.

“So what do you think?” Jake reached across the table and pulled your hands into his. “Anywhere you want. I have a few places in mind, but I want to hear what you think.”

You grinned. “Of course, I’d love to.”

He smiled and you saw the relief flood his handsome face. “I’ll plan it all. You just show up and look as beautiful as you always do.”

You loved this about him. How he took charge and made plans. It was such a deviation from all the other guys you had ever known. Your heart swelled at that moment. He was the kind of guy who would never let you down.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Do you want it to be a surprise, or are you anti-surprise?” he asked.

“I like surprises,” you replied. “Just tell me what dress code to pack for.”

“I like that about you,” Jake said, putting his card down seamlessly when the waiter came around with the bill. He thanked him and then turned his grin to you. “You’re so easy going. I bet you get along with everyone.”

You laughed and Jake held out his hand after signing the check to help you out of your seat. His fingers pressed tightly into your lower back as Jake guided you out of the restaurant. You stopped at the silver Range Rover, leaning back against the door and reaching out, pulling Jake in closer. It was a warm night, perhaps the last good weather before fall crept in, and you breathed in Jake’s cologne as he leaned over you, one hand on either side of your head, gripping the roof of the truck.

“Tell me what you’re thinking in that pretty little head,” he whispered softly.

You dragged one hand down his chest from his shoulders, across his abdomen, down to his belt buckle and watched a small tent form in Jake’s pants. He looked up at you, breathless. When you leaned forward, you grazed your lips against his. “I’m thinking about how much I’d love some dessert,” you murmured seductively in his ear.

Jake laughed and pulled you into a firm kiss before reaching for the door handle and opening the door for you. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you some ice cream.”

***

Taking it slow with Jake wasn’t easy. Not when he’d slide into a parking spot in front of the townhouse in his Range Rover, sunglasses perched perfectly on his nose, opening the passenger side door, taking your hand to help you up.

It wasn’t easy to sit across from him at dinner, or out on the front porch, and watch him talk enthusiastically with his hands and not wonder what they would feel like trailing up your thighs, wrapped around your hips as you ground your cunt against his open mouth.

No, waiting to sleep with Jake was proving to be more difficult than you had thought. You felt like a horny college freshman, just eagerly awaiting that one person who would agree to go home with you one night when they were slightly too drunk.

So when Jake’s hand slid onto your upper thigh while you were watching a movie on the couch in your townhouse, you looked over at him with surprise. One of his friends was babysitting Ellie. Jake had insisted on making you dinner at home — fried chicken and salad — and you had quickly agreed. When you had asked how late he could stay and he smiled, you suggested turning on the movie.

It hadn’t occurred to you what that smile had meant until the moment Jake’s fingers started to burn through the fabric of your leggings.

“Jake?” you murmured softly and he pulled his eyes away from the screen where Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey were playing cards in Staten Island.

“What is it, Sugar?” he asked.

Your thumb grazed his hand. “I know we’re taking it slow, and I completely understand why. But I want to know what you need from me.”

Jake’s fingertips dug a little harder into your leg. You watched him swallow nervously. “I want you. Desperately. It’s just, it’s been a long time,” he said after a moment. "Trust me, I think about you naked all the time."

Slowly, you reached up and stroked one hand down his cheek, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Jake’s hand left your thigh and gripped your neck softly as he kissed you back, gentle but dominant.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured softly and you smiled against his lips before pulling back, sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of him between his legs. You watched Jake’s eyes widen as you trailed your hands down his shirt, undoing the buttons and kissing from his collarbone down his chest until you reached the trail of hair around his belly button.

“Is this OK?” you whispered, looking up at him. He nodded wordlessly, both of his hands cemented to his thighs. Your fingers found the clasp of his belt and you looked up at him again. “Can I?” Another nod. You undid the belt buckle, pulling it off and tossing it next to the couch on the ground, fingers tugging down the zipper. Underneath, you could feel how hard he was in his chinos and you pulled the zipper all the way down, eyes locked on Jake’s the entire time. “I can stop,” you said quietly. “Just tell me.”

Jake shook his head. “No, please, don’t stop.”

With his approval, you slid your fingers around the waist of his pants and boxers, pulling them down. Jake lifted his hips to help, and the two of you chuckled as he struggled to pull each leg off without hitting you where you knelt between his legs. Finally, he tossed the discarded pants to the floor, and settled back on the couch as you gasped at his hard cock. It was so stiff it bobbed when he shifted his legs.

Jake’s eyes were trained on yours, his hands at his sides. Leaning forward, you smoothed your hands up his thighs from his knees to his hips.

“You OK baby?” you whispered softly.

“You don’t have to do this,” Jake said quietly. “If you don’t want to. I know a lot of women don’t like to.”

You smirked and reached out, grabbing the base of his hard cock with your hand. Jake gasped, growing harder in your hand. “Trust me, I fucking want to.”

He leaned back as you shifted forward, swiping your tongue across his tip, licking the precum from the thick, red head of his cock. Jake groaned and fluttered his eyes closed, and you placed your other hand on his thigh, leaning down and licking from his balls to his tip as he twitched in your hand. He was salty and enormous, and you were sure your panties were soaked just from touching him and hearing the soft noises he made as you licked him.

Finally, you looked up, locking eyes with Jake, and then took him into your mouth, pushing until he was all the way in the back of your throat.

“Shit!” Jake moaned and you felt his thick cock stirring in your mouth. “Oh my fucking God.”

With both hands on the base of his cock, you began to bob up and down, keeping your tongue flat against the underside of his cock before flicking it in a circle around the tip and then taking him again into the back of your mouth and throat as Jake groaned and moved his hands to your head, gathering your hair together.

“Fuck, baby,” he whined. “God that feels so good.”

After a minute, you felt him tugging and pushing on your head, setting the rhythm. Saliva began to drip out of the corners of your mouth, the quick pace and spit mixing together to create an obscenely loud cacophony, along with Jake’s unabashed moans. He was so large your jaw was beginning to tire. One of your hands trailed up his chest while the other remained wrapped around the base of his cock, and you heard his breath get raspier, more desperate.

“Shit, baby, I’m close,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can pull out if you want me to.”

You tried to say no, but it came out strangulated on his cock with all of the saliva. Instead, you pressed your fingers into his chest, catching his eye and Jake’s hand that wasn’t in your hair came out to grip yours on his chest. He squeezed your fingers and you watched his eyes roll back into his head as you took him deeper in your mouth.

“Fuck, oh my God, holy shit!” he cried out and you felt the hot stream of cum shoot into the back of your mouth and your throat. Breathing through your nose, Jake’s hand still gripping yours tightly against his muscular abdomen, you pulled your mouth along his dick slowly, milking him until you got to the tip, licking him clean before swallowing.

Jake released your hand and you sat back on trembling knees, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Was that OK?” you asked after a moment. He was silent, sitting back against the couch with a dazed expression, cock still hard but no longer throbbing. “Jake?”

“Come here,” he said gruffly and you pushed yourself off of the floor, straddling him and placing your hands on his shoulders. Jake tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his green eyes piercing yours. “That was fucking amazing,” he whispered and you smiled. “But I hope you didn’t do it because you thought I expected it of you or anything. Because I didn’t.”

You shook your head and chuckled. “Honey, I wanted to.” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for weeks now.”

Beneath you, Jake twitched and you instinctively ground down against him. He groaned, hands on your hips, holding you flush with him. “Fuck, you have no idea how much you turn me on,” he said softly. Jake pressed his lips to your neck and you fell forward, kissing his shoulder, hands threaded through his hair. “I want all of you. Soon, I promise. But tonight, I just want to hold you until I have to go.”

You drew back and nodded, sliding off of his lap and he pulled his pants and boxers back on, opening his arms and you slid into his embrace easily. Jake kissed your temple as you tossed one arm across his broad chest.

“What are you thinking?” Jake whispered softly, running one hand through your hair as you laid against his chest.

“How sweet you are,” you murmured. “How I’ve never met a guy like you before.”

Jake was silent for a moment. He had a tendency to go quiet, pensive. Sometimes it made you worried he was mad at you. But you were beginning to realize it was just how he was. He needed time and space to think. He wasn’t the kind of guy who simply filled empty air just to fill it. “I care about you a lot, Natalie. I hope you know that. This, us, isn’t something I take lightly.”

His fingers dug into your side.

“Nat?” he whispered after a moment. “Honey?” There was a sense of urgency, anxiety in Jake’s voice. You knew what he thought. That you were going to bolt. He saw you as someone young and flighty.

“I’m falling for you too, Jake,” you murmured against his chest and felt his sight of relief as your words filled the small living room.

You were falling in love with Jake Seresin. And that terrified you.

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itbmojojoejo · 5 months

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Writing Pattern Tag Game

Thank you for thinking of me @arcielee 💜 Pls note I am cringing.

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works, or as many as you are able, and see if there are any patterns!

Indelicate Tenderness - Straightening the muscles in his back, Sihtric effortlessly instructed his horse to ease from a trot to a slow walk as he, Finan, and the band of men they had been ordered to bring to a struggling estate owned by the ageing Lord Eadwold approached the large oak gates on the edge of the walled property.

Bronze Onyx - The night sky was heavy with the heat of the day clinging to the air and the smell of a thunderstorm rolled in through the window of the dimly lit bedroom.

Crimes Of Passion (Part 9) - During the drive back from The Beamfleot, with the sun still bathing the roads in its heat, Runa had insisted on being in the driver's seat, probably with the intention of leaving the group as soon as possible.

Crimes Of Passion (Part 8) -Sunlight streaming through the living room window painted the walls with shadows of the netted curtains brocade pattern blotting out patches of lingering cigarette smoke.

Gold Obsidian - Underneath the scorching sun Arnora’s bound wrists ached with each pull on the tight rope keeping her in line with the other newly enslaved women.

A Good Man (Epilogue) - The end of summer was ushered in with cooler breezes and cloudier skies, you found yourself pacing the hall of Aeglesburgh palace every day awaiting news of both Lady Aethelflaed who planned to take Eoferwic, and your new husband who should have returned to take you to Coccham shortly after escorting the Lady Aelswith to Bedwyn.

Fall From Grace - As the years passed a story was whispered amongst the younger novice’s of Coccham Abbey talking of how one of their own fell from grace with the Abbess.

Don't Send Me Flowers - The very first time he sent you flowers was the day after your first date, you had blushed and beamed cutting the rose stems before placing them into the only vase you owned and displayed them proudly on the small coffee table in the centre of your living room.

Clearly the pattern here is, 1) I want you to know what the weather is doing, 2) I prefer to write about summer and uh 3) I don't know what the fuck a simple sentence is.

No pressure tags for funsies: @persephones-journey @deandoesthingstome @babyblue711 xo

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sunny-writes-flowers · 1 year

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“Pieces of broken glass.” Summary: "Commodus had a long day and he longed for nothing more than a bath and a particular young servant."

Rating: E(+18)

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Angst; Explicit description of smut; Emperor/servant relationship; description of female and male bodies.

Commodus had had a long day of meetings and negotiations with his advisors. He was tired and frustrated by their constant bickering and conflicting opinions. As he returned to his chambers, he longed for nothing more than to relax and unwind.

The warm glow of candles flickering against the marble walls, welcomed him. He was still wearing his royal garments, a deep red tunic embroidered with gold thread, and a heavy fur cloak draped over his shoulders. The first thing Commodus did when he enters his room, was to order his servants to fill the large, marble bathtub, with steaming hot water. He watched as they carefully poured vases of water into the marble tub, adding oils and herbs to make the water fragrant and soothing.

With a flick of his wrist, he signaled to his personal servant, who hurried forward and began to undo the buttons of his tunic. The emperor stood still as the servant worked, revealing the rippling muscles of his chest and arms, savoring the cool air on his skin.

Once his tunic had been removed, the servant helped him slip out of his sandals, and then his undergarment, leaving him standing there, naked. Commodus shivered as the servant quickly draped a red bathrobe over his shoulders. Proudly, he entered the bathroom, undressing his red bathrobe, showing his servants his muscular butt cheeks.

Commodus stepped over to the large marble bathtub, already filled to the brim with steaming hot water. He lowered himself into the water slowly, letting out a contented sigh as the heat seeped into his bones. The warm water enveloped him in its comforting embrace. The steam from the water rose around him, fogging the mirrors and walls. The air was filled with the sound of the water lapping against his strong legs, as he moves.

He leaned back against the cool marble, letting out a contented sigh as the heat seeped into his muscles. He closed his eyes, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissolve. The water scented with fragrant oils. Commodus felt relaxed as he breathes the sweet aroma.

As Commodus relaxed in the warm water, his body was revealed in all its glory. Tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and a chiseled chest, his skin bronzed by the sun of Rome Coliseum. His arms were powerful, with veins visible beneath the surface, evidence of his strength and prowess as a soldier. His abdomen was strong and well-defined, with the outline of his abdominal muscles visible even when relaxed.

As he leaned back against the edge of the marble, his legs stretched out in front of him, the muscles in his thighs and calves were taut and defined. The water lapped against his skin, accentuating the curves and contours of his body. A thick trace of dark hair ran down from his navel to his crotch. His sex swayed delicately in the eddies of the water.

Despite his physical strength, there was a vulnerability in his demeanor as he soaked in the water, his eyes closed, lost in thought. He was a man burdened by his insecurity and fears, and the simple pleasure of a hot bath was a brief respite from the stress of his rule.

Commodus heard the soft footsteps of a servant approaching. He opened his green eyes to see her. A young girl who had been catching his eye lately. She was standing hesitantly with a vase full of water in her arms.

Commodus smiled at her and gestured for her to come closer, confirming her name. “You may approach.” he said, his voice low and commanding.

The servant stepped forward, her eyes flickering up to meet his before quickly looking away. “Is there anything I can do for you, your majesty?” her voice trembling slightly.

Commodus grinned wickedly. “ Actually, there is something you can do for me. I require a massage to ease the tension in my muscles,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of touching the emperor’s body. The young lady nodded her head obediently, and reached for a glass bottle full of oil, pouring a liberal amount into her small hands.

As she began to work the oil into his skin, starting with his shoulders and working her way down his arms, she couldn’t help but notice how strong and muscular he was. She had heard whispers among the other servants, about his prowess as a soldier, but seeing him up close like this was almost overwhelming.

As she moved down his body, working her way over his chest and stomach, she felt her heart racing. Commodus was enjoying the sensation as much as she was. His nose smelling her hair, as he murmured in her ear “Lower”. His voice low and husky, “Work on my legs.”

She obeyed. She entered the bath delicately, her hands gliding over his thighs and calves, rubbing out the tension in his muscles. She could feel the heat of his body. His firm hand grabs her neck tenderly, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire coursing through her veins.

Commodus couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she was weak under his touch. It made him feel powerful and desired. But at the same time, he felt a sense of liberation in this vulnerability he was showing. He could let his guard down in a way that he rarely experienced in his daily life. Feeling the tension in his muscles slowly giving way under her touch, the knots of stress unravelling one by one. He let out a small sigh of pleasure, revealing in the sensation of being cared for and tended to.

She dipped a sponge into the water, and began to gently rub the emperor face, cleaning up all the sweat provoked by the hot water. The young servant found herself admiring his green eyes, directly looking at her, his hand still grabbing her neck.

"Come here, girl," Commodus said, pulling her closer. With his fingers, he untied the laces of her dress, leaving her breasts exposed. The dress fluttering around her waist.

"You're a pretty little thing," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Tell me, do you find me attractive?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Highness," she said softly. "I find you very attractive."

Commodus had always been a man of passion, and he knew that he wanted her. The blush rising to her cheeks at the sight of the powerful emperor and her, being naked.

He drew her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his as he kissed her deeply, his lips seeking hers in a frenzy of desire. The servant was overwhelmed by the passion she felt for the emperor, and she responded eagerly to his kisses, her heart beating faster and faster as his hands roamed over her body. Commodus took her in his arms, grabbing her thighs and putting them around his waist. He moved closer to the ledge, laying her on the white marble. Water splashed on the ground, as Commodus moved even closer to her small body.

As he broke the kiss, Commodus pulled her wet dress from around her legs. Sensing her excitement, he looked at her deeply in the eyes. "You like this, don't you?" he said softly.

"Yes, my lord. I... I've always admired you from afar." She replied, caressing his face.

Commodus grinned, his eyes darkening. "Admired me, huh? Is that all?"

"N-no... I-I... Highness, I desire you and I want to be possessed by you... "

He murmured. "And I think you might just be what I need tonight."

With these words, Commodus grabbed with his strong hands, the legs of the young woman and opened them widely, so that he could position himself between. Commodus moved closer to her and buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her body. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around his neck. Commodus took his cock in his hand, made some movement on his hard member, to make it even prouder than it already was.

"Moan the name of your emperor, when he has taken you as you so desire." he said, approaching the divine entrance of the young woman.

She straightened her legs a little, and with her fingers, she parted the hairs of her vulva, allowing Commodus to penetrate her unhindered. The young emperor moaned at the pressure his member was under as he entered her. She immediately moaned his name eagerly.

A tear of happiness ran down her face. Commodus' member was thick and curved just enough to touch those most exquisite places on the body. He immediately began to take her vigorously. His movements were erratic, as the bath water flooded the marbled floor. He groaned with pleasure, whispering in the young servant's ear that she was tight and just wet as he liked.

"Harder, highness, harder!" she pleaded to Commodus, her nails clawing at his back with such force that drops of blood ran all the way down to his butt cheeks. And he did, picking up the pace. Only the moans of the young woman and the water were audible in the air. Commodus being a silent lover, contented himself with grunting lightly and breathing hard, his breath warm against her ear.

Her small hands had moved through his dark hair, ruffling it, as pleasure washed over her. Commodus, eyes closed, licked the girl's neck, greedily, feeling in his lower abdomen the pleasure ready to explode.

Not holding back anymore, she knocked over the glass bottle full of oil, next to her, as she spread her legs even further. The emperor's breathing became louder and louder, his moaning became hoarser. A train of saliva dripping from his mouth, as he arched his hips. The thrust was particularly deeper and stronger than the previous ones, making her stutter in surprise, her eyes wide open.

The bottle smashed against the marble, shattering into a thousand pieces, with the same intensity as Commodus emptied himself inside the young girl. Her arms positioned behind her back, holding herself from falling. Her head back against her shoulders, mouth wide open, as she felt Commodus' cum fill her like a fountain.

She called his name, while he eagerly sucked on the nipple of her breast, as if to calm himself down. His large and strong hands, scarred by some injury from the sword's handling, grabbed the young servant's butt cheeks, pulling her closer to his member, as to be sure that no drop could be wasted. Commodus kisses her neck, biting her passionately, just his way of thanking her for the pleasure offered.

He withdrew from her, his cock softening little by little. The emperor plunged back into the water, resting his head against the marble ledge. The young servant felt Commode's semen dripping from inside her as she sits in a more suitable position. And as she was about to enter the water to join him, imagining resting her head on his chest, Commodus closed his eyes. "Bring me some fruit, and the taster." he said, his tone indicating that this was an order.

The euphoria of orgasm descended immediately. Shocked by reality, she understood that no matter what she would say, he would only see her as a servant. A few tears grew on the side of her eyes, as she grabbed her wet dress, Commodus raised his hand to catch her attention.

"Clean up the pieces of broken glass, before you leave..."

Note: Thanks for reading. This was particularly hard to write. Please don't forget to like and share and give me your opinion !

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tsoa-incorrect-quotes · 11 months

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Guys I have an AU idea, so when I was rereading The Song of Achilles, I found this:

"She would take him to the caves of the sea and teach him contempt for mortals. She would feed him with the food of the gods and burn his human blood from his veins. She would shape him into a figure meant to be painted on vases, to be sung of in songs, to fight against Troy. I imagined him in black armor, a dark helmet that left him nothing but eyes, bronze greaves that covered his feet. He stands with a spear in each hand and does not know me."

This is what Patroclus thought would happen when Thetis kidnapped Achilles. Before he found out that he was taken to Skyros.

So, what if this is what actually happened, I'll just make a few minor adjustments...

So one night Achilles has a talk with his mom on Mt. Pelion and he decides to ask her if she can see him and Patroclus in the Rose Quartz Cave. Out of curiosity she lies to her son to see what he might do with the knowledge that she is not watching.

She is disgusted and ashamed of her own offspring, she decides to make some dangerous actions. She knows how warriors are raised, she knows her child's potential, she knows he will be a God, and she knows Chiron's magic has limits.

Patroclus wakes up to an empty cave, he searches all throughout Mt. Pelion, but he can see no sign of the blond headed boy. In desperation he asks Chiron, what has happened. The centaur can only look at him in sorrow.

To his horror the centaur tells him, that Thetis has manged to get the attention of Zeus, the king of the Gods, and through desperate negotiations, Zeus has given her permission to take her son. Patroclus is horrified.

"But where?" The dark haired boy cries in desperation.

"If I knew, I would have told you immediately, but alas, she must've taken him to where mortals cannot reach..."The centaur said with much sorrow in his voice.

Patroclus contemplates his words for a long and excruciating moment. At that moment his heart must have been a broken glass, thrown carelessly to the floor. His light, his love, his heart, his world, his everything was taken away from him, and now there is nothing but an empty abyss of darkness in it's place. He moves his head up and looks at the centaur directly in his dark eyes. "Teach me how to use his spear".

...The centaur, has trained Hercules, Perseus, Jason, all the greatest heroes in all the kingdoms of Greece, and yet he has never seen anything like this.

Patroclus is a menace, his love was gone with his heart. Achilles must've ripped it out of his chest, and a human with no love is nothing more than a beast, he fought with no mercy, he looked at the lives around him like they were nothing more then empty, pathetic, soulless beings that, call themselves humans, he trained tirelessly, he was not tired, he did not need to be, even when he was forced to rest he would no longer feel peace.

Patroclus was hurt, he felt betrayed, he could not direct his hate at a Goddess, because he knew the consequences of that. He was more focused on the boy the took his love and never gave it back. "How could he do this to me", "I gave him everything", "he was all that I wanted", "all that I needed", and he just left me here to suffer. "HE LEFT ME".

When the battle against Troy comes, the soldiers of Sparta speak of a dark haired, monster, to him the heads of the Trojan soldiers were wheat, they were brutally harvested and thrown to be eaten by vultures. He would shower in Trojan blood, and he fought with nothing but a golden spear.

"Disgusting!" "Weak!", "Pathetic!", "All of you" The boy with dark curly hair shouted, above the screams of the men dying around him.

"Please! No! I beg of you! Mercy! Do you not pity your fellow humans!? You are a monster!!!. These poor excuses, of soldiers would wail at his feet.

"Humans!?" " HA!" "They dare to call themselves humans? When they have not felt love like he did! When they did not feel the pain that he did! When they could never imagine what he had to go through!" "Humans are determined through the emotions that pain their thoughts, their minds, and their bodies he is more human then anyone else here..."

The Trojans would cower at the name... Patroclus, the nightmare of the Myrmidon camp.

This news reached the ears of three princes, Agamemnon, the general, leading this war, controlling the soldiers, he was as brutal as he was disgusting, Hector, a prince that was prophesized, to kill or be killed, a hero within Troy, and a boy in black armor, and a dark helmet, hiding his long Golden hair.

So anyways, I call it the shattered au

Feel free to reblog and add some stuff, and please give me more ideas, I might write a fic

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rom-e-o · 9 months

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I know Connie loves flowers, but the idea of her being all "Eh" about sunflowers until Ebenezer starts calling her after them and then they become her favorite (or close second) is turning me to mush.

OWWWW THATS CUTE. That’s so cute AJDBDJDN.

Okay, this idea has officially inspired:

Sunflowers don’t grow in New York

The flower markets rarely carried them, as they were expensive and see as loud, boisterous, inelegant blooms that had to be shipped from landlocked fields.

Sometimes Constance saw gentlemen chew and spit out the flower’s seeds, which hardly prompted any further curiosity.

She sometimes saw sunflowers in books, where nature fairies danced on their spacious platforms like ballerinas in a stage. Yes, they were pretty, but they were distant. She was much more personally preoccupied by the daisies and begonias that bloomed in Central Park or on cafe window-boxes. As she grew older, shades of rose donned her lips, and the nectar of lily blossoms became her perfume.

Sunflowers had never been a favorite of hers. They didn’t bloom in New York.

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When Ebenezer first called her ‘Sunflower’, it gave her pause. She was hardly offended, but moreso curious.

“Why a sunflower?” she asked with a light giggle.

Tipping his head to hers, a hand reached out to caress her bare shoulder, then drifted up to her face. The gesture was made all the more intimate by the fact that their nude bodies were still pressed together beneath the covers, the duo having just finished a morning romp in the halo of sunrise that illuminated them.

“You are the embodiment of radiance.” He explained. “Bright. Sunny. Proud. Beautiful and rare.”

He bent his head and kissed her lips, which were held in stasis by his words.

“To me, there is not flower that suits you more. The way you glow. Your strength. The way you can light up even the darkest room just by standing there, and if you smile? Helios could not compete.”

Blushing but beaming all the same, she savored the words like candy for her mind.

Then, something strange started to happen.

Sunflowers began to fill the vases in the mansion. Embroidered versions of the sunny blooms began to decorate dresses, curtains and table runners.

Sunflower-butter candies and chocolates became commonplace at dinners and parties.

Ebenezer imported bulbs from the central United States to decorate the back garden for summer, which brought joy to Constance and all that attended parties at the Scrooge mansion.

Then, when a little star was born in the house, she adored the flowers even more.

“Mama, you’re a sunflower!” Starla Scrooge said, rosy-cheeked from joy as she noted her mother’s yellow gown and sun-bronzed complexion. “Those are the pwettiest ones!”

At that moment, when Connie traded lovestruck glances with her husband, everything coalesced, and she was transported back to that first time he’d called her that name years ago.

Perhaps sunflowers didn’t grow in London…but they certainly bloomed there.

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nyx91 · 19 days

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How would you describe your ‘aesthetic’ ? Like what kind of things do you find interest in? :)

Hmm, I'd say I'm quite eclectic in my aesthetic, but I have a preference for black, alot of stuff in my house isn't how I'd want things due to it being rented and something's I got for convenience, but I love black furniture, black stardust tiles, I love light silver glittery wallpaper, I'd have a wood feature wall in my bedroom if I could, like a dark mahogany... Errm, I love shiny stuff *whispers* I'm a magpie really...

But I have skulls, a tiger statue, a bronze rabbit, pocket watch, black faux roses in a crystal vase (I'm allergic to flowers yay another allergy 🤣) dragons, a grey rug, a blue Sherpa blanket, grey bedding, a massive TV (65 inches) cuz I love gaming lol 🤣, lava lamp, I have alot of smart tech in my house like lightbulbs, air purifiers, extension plugs, Google nest hubs... I also like Disney stuff, potter stuff, MCU, band stuff, my coffee pots are crushed diamond and so is my kitchen roll holder and I plan to get more stuff like that and replace the handles on my cabinets to gem ones and replace the doors to black glossy ones 💜

Clothing wise I like to wear black ribbed flared trousers, and black etc tops, but I do vary with shiny, glittery tops, not often colourful but I do have a few different coloured stuff in my wardrobe, I got a nice blue lurex top and a purple one too, I have a black glittery blazer, but I go for comfort over fashion, but I'd say I don't exactly look casual even though my clothes are really comfortable, oh and my trainers are black with black gemstones all over them... I love silver and black stuff... Also I'm a rabid Pokémon card collector (cuz shiny 🤣🤣 last count was 1925 cards currently but I've got several hundred coming in the post too 🤣🤣🤣💜)

(my Pokémon cards ^^)

A few pics of the vibes around my house 💜💜

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stardust-swan · 1 year

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My Dream Home

aka where I'd live if I was rich and had time to maintain all of this

Outside

Powder blue, with murals painted on the side

There will be roses, violets, lavender, petunias, marigolds, peonies, mayflowers, and a cherry blossom tree in the front garden

And tomatoes, potatoes, strawberries, blueberries, onions, mint, courgettes, garlic, sage, thyme, basil, lettuce, peas, carrots, and cucumber in the back

Pretty birdbath

A wrought iron bench

Lanterns and string lights to light up the garden at night

A marble or bronze statue of Aphrodite

A calm fountain

Bonsai trees

Bedroom

Satin and silk bedsheets in ballet pink, lavender, baby blue, and duck egg green, and floral quilts and duvet covers

Beaded clothes hangers on the clothes rack

Fluffy fur rugs on the floor

An illuminated vanity with my favourite makeup, perfume, and Pandora charm bracelet on display

A nook for a shrine to Aphrodite

A clothesline of theatre programmes I've gone to on the wall

A large shelf for my collector barbies

A light up shoe rack big enough for my (vast) collection of shoes

Plushies on the bed

My closet and drawers will have sachets of potpourri and scented soaps in them so that my clothes will smell beautiful

A velvet headboard

Heavy drapes on the bed

Kitchen

Delicate floral ceramics in the kitchen

There will always be fresh-baked cookies and pastries for when guests drop in

A cupboard stocked full of herbal teas

Will always have a soup cooking on the stove and a pie cooling on the windowsill

The fridge will be stocked with vegetables and berries from my garden, fresh eggs, whole milk and good butter and cheese, cured meats, smoked salmon, macarons, homemade limoncello and cider, jam made from my own berries, and jugs of water with cucumber, lemon slices, and springs of homemade mint

Other foods will include: an array of spices and herbs, fresh bread, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, green and black olives, brown rice, veg that I canned and pickled myself, kimchi, almond milk, rice milk, mochi, marzipan, white chocolate with raspberries, dried fruits and nuts, honey, and fresh pastries

A six burner stove

Marble countertops

Elegant silverware

Living Room

Homemade throws on the chairs

A large bookshelf and more books on the windowsill

Will always smell delicious because of the candles I burn every evening

Will always be filled with the sound of classical music or jazz

Lots of cushions on the sofas

Sconces with frilled shades on the walls

A dining table with a beautiful centrepiece and elegant table settings

A comfy armchair for me to sit on while reading and crocheting

Bathroom

Jurlique rose handcream and fancy rose-pink soaps by the sink

Fluffy, thick, soft towels in white, pale pink, baby blue, lavender, and mint green

A vanity which has a mirror with soft pink lights, and enough storage space for my creams, body butter, exfoliater, face masks, toner, body mist, etc

Patterned toilet paper

Shower curtains made of silk or satin

Sea salt scented diffusers and a potted plant to make it feel fresh, and aromatherapy candles to make it feel calm

A bidet!

Mosaic tile walls and marble flooring and countertops

A clawfoot bathtub with elegant curves and gold accents

Plush rug next to the bath and a pretty toilet seat cover

Antique bathroom accessories, like a silver soap dish and crystal toothbrush holder

Maritime and botanical themed artwork on the walls

A built in sound system to play relaxing music while I bathe, like classical music, Native American flute music, or my Aphrodite playlist (on days where I'm having a long pampering session).

A large mirror with an ornate frame

A stained glass mirror so nobody can look in

Multiple Rooms/Other

Gilded framed pictures of my loved ones throughout the house

A potted houseplant on the side of each step of the staircase

Wide windows with velvet or satin curtains that let in lots of natural light

Prints by local artists on the walls

Vases of flowers taken from my garden in each room, even on the bathroom counter

Deep, plush carpets on the floor

Soft lighting from salt lamps and fairy lights

South-facing windows, so that the house will be full of light

The walls will be painted in pastel colours or will have a delicate wallpaper

Lots of pretty trinkets on the surfaces

Sapphic artworks that portrays lovers or the female form

Crystal handles on the cabinets and cupboards in the house

Lavender incense

Lace doilies on the side tables

Ribbons and bows everywhere

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