The Forest Is A Lung. It Is A Brain. It Is A Great Organism Made Up Of Moving Parts. When You Walk Through

it took lucien several months to feel even a mere ounce of comfortable before he dared used his abilities in front of elain, terrified that the moment he had used his own magic the red headed bitch would find them— and end his mate. in this particular moment, he watches the bite mark upon her flesh glow. a proud mark of his true identity, seen. how she hadn’t shyed away from him, even as he continued to show his true self. his cheeks burn at her sight, still bare. “you love it @seerfawn, admit it.” he teases against her flesh, reaching forward and hauling her limbs into him. “you like.. this.” he whispers along her jaw line, his fingers diving between her pretty thighs.

continued from here,

elain turns back to the mattress beneath her, rubbing against the pressure of lucien hovering above her back. "i was stating a fact," she argues in response, feeling a steadily growing heat between her thighs. elain still isn't used to what his fae abilities can cause. his hand, having taken a dip, now adds to the fire he's already set. a gently exhaled whimper falls as @faempry laughs. "you don't have to be mean about it." when she turns herself over, the marks he's peppered her skin with are almost glowing.

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Staz Nair as Tarak Decimus

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OSCAR ISAAC as ABEL MORALES

A MOST VIOLENT YEAR (2014) | DIRECTED BY J.C. CHANDOR

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Topaz Winters, from "Cherry Blossoms"

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continued from this ask & reply. ( @2wanlake )

positive. the two sticks. positive. stars shoot in her vision. oh, the air in her lungs escape. pregnant. with child. she barely remembers the guy. tears spring in her eyes as she listens to odette, giving her the best advise she can. breathe. the pale woman nods, trying to find the oxygen as she sucks in. "gods, what am i going to do?"

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keep reading, don't let me distract you.

ivory skin was flushed pink, goosebumps peppering across her entire core— up her arms, down her spine.. sera arches herself into her beloved elain. a book was in her hand, a finger pressed against the rough paper to keep her place, her blue piercing orbs dares to snatch a glance at the lover between her thighs. the woman’s words were gentle. “keep reading, don’t let me distract you.” she can’t— every time the ancient fae attempts to read a word across the paper, a kiss is planted upon her inner thigh, leaving her breathless. “don’t— stop.”

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officially going back on sera on the daily. she will be my main focus for right now.

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a mixed canon & original character ( . . . ) independent & private multi muse blog ! muses found from these lores [ acotar. twilight. greek myth. arcane. + more. ]

highest muses: lucien, camille, elias, hades.

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PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

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what’s on my mind? debating… debating on cutting my muse list to just 5 males, and truly focus on my baby sera back on her own blog.

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