(I’m having a really bad suicidal day, so this is inspired by @aro–aphrodite)
May Zeus provide you the strength to live, and the safe refuge of his protection for when the urges become too much.
May Hera remind you in your darkest hours, the most important relationship is the one with yourself; and may she bless and strengthen the bond of that very union.
May Poseidon keep you safe in all voyages, including the journey that is life. May he prevent you from drowning in both your thoughts and the waters deep below.
May Demeter keep you warm and love you just like a mother. May she send forth gifts of a still soothed mind, and allow all your efforts in recovery to be fruitful.
May Athena, destroyer of Giants, slay the urges and intrusive thoughts too large to defeat on your own. May she protect you and bless you with the will to keep fighting.
May Apollon be by your side, whether it be during therapy or at your bedside in the ward. May he be a ray of light to give you a glimmer of hope.
May Artemis shield you, and provide you relief. May you never be thrown to the wolves, but rather have the courage to bear your teeth for your own defence.
May Ares cover your battle scars, and protect you from more. May he give you the courage of an entire army,
and the support of one to. May you be reminded that you need not to win every battle to win the war.
May Aphrodite shower you with the love you deserve, including the love of yourself for yourself. May she remind and teach you that you are beautiful.
May Hephaistos provide you a creative outlet; a distraction to keep hands busy without a blade. May he teach you you can’t forge yourself without the flame, but you have been setting yourself on fire far too long.
May Hermes provide you a safe haven; be it a support group, or even just long drives in the rain to clear your head. May he hold your hand as you cross bridges, and let you find change on the ground after you do not jump.
May Dionysos put a smile on your face, and stand strong along side you, urging you to dance; he knows mental illness all to well. Dance away the demons, dance into relief.
May Haides, somber but not always impartial, lead you away from the incoming cars, and drop sweet nectar into your mouth. It is not yet your time.
May Persephone remind you that the greatest fall can lead you to the greatest heights. There is something honourable about walking out of rock bottom with your head held high, or walking on through like you own the place.
May Hestia keep you warm when your emotions are spent, leaving you numb and cold. May she bless you with a feeling of home whenever possible, and keep those hearth fires burning. And your own inner fire strong, as well.
The Gods demand Arête, your personal best. Arête is not being the most successful person in the world. Sometimes it is merely staying alive. And staying alive, well, that makes the Theoi very happy.
“’M not, am I?” He glares at you, lips turned down deeply at the corners, voice rising in offense. “’S been nearly three weeks since I got to touch yeh.”
“You know why.” Your voice has softened some. You know what he means. The weeks of limited interaction have been equally torturous for you. But there’s a reasonable cause, and you really don’t want to get him into trouble.
“Yeah, I know,” he huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Doesn’ mean I like it.”
The rain had just started to come down.
Sirius grumbled to himself. Bloody
perfect. It wasn’t as if the night had been bad enough. No. Now it had to
rain a torrential downpour. Minutes before reaching his favoured safe house. He
sighed as he limped up the walk way. The outside light was on. A slight smile
grew on his mouth. Lily. She always
left the light on.
James had a hard time understanding the
concept. Muggles had a common practice, to leave their outside lights on to
inform other muggles (strangers even) that they were home. James spent many
nights trying to explain that the only people who could see their home were
those who had been privy to its location. To him, it didn’t make any sense to
keep their front foyer light on all through the night.
Lily never listened. To her that light
meant hope. Hope for all the soldiers out here fighting in an unfair war. Hope
that they would see it and know that they had a safe place to hide. A home for
a few nights. Somewhere to take a break. On a night like tonight, Sirius was
glad that Lily left that light on. It’s welcoming air extending and engulfing
his person. He blinked through the falling droplets. This was his home; his
Plot:The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.
Remus Lupin x female reader - His Awakening (Rated M)
Just some smutty smut!! Remus can’t sleep, a night before the full Moon appears and he feels restless while you tease him so.
Warning- SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!! I MEAN IT! Sex from behind, oral, forced strong Dom!Remus, Sub!Reader, lots of semen, many semen
The first few nights before a full moon always left Remus
Lupin feeling irritated, twitchy and energetic. His sexual libido hit the roof
and shot to the sky, a mix of emotions tore through him, something he thought
he would have been used to after being a Werewolf since an early age, but his
body could never control these wild urges. The older he became, the worse the
He lay in bed, on his back with a thin sheet strewn over his
naked form. It was already a warm Summer night which enhanced his already hot
sweats and after pulling off his sleepwear, he felt the cotton bedding cling to
Remus’ eyes fixed on the ceiling and even though it were
dark, his vision begin to enhance as he picked out details of the pattern
You slept soundly, light adorable snores left you, which
Remus likened to the tiniest slumbering mouse and you whimpered gently from
your dreams. He smiled, turning his body toward you and pulled himself gently
toward your form. You wore a T Shirt and a pair of panties, and as his fingers
trailed the waist of your underwear he buried his nose into your hair, enhaling
your sweet scent. You were his favourite smell, a treat to his now feral senses
and he began to ache for you.
“Remus” you moaned gently, dreaming of him and he wondered
what images filled your mind as you slept “please” your begs were enough to
send him over the edge. Remus was suddenly jealous of the version of himself in
your dream and he worried he was fulfilling your desires far better than the
real Remus Lupin.
Tugging at your panties, he wanted to tear the fabric and
remove them from your body, without realising his strength right now he had
already completed that task with little effort so he pulled them from between
your legs and screwed the panties up in his fist, keeping a tight grip on them, before pulling them to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent from your pussy.
You let out a small gasp, and Remus felt your flesh shiver
beneath his touch. You changed position, rolling onto your back and your arms
spread above you, fingers grasping unconsciously to the top of the pillow you
lay your head on. His blue eyes scanned you, a flash of green sparked within
his gleaming orbs as his feral vision took you in, his breath heavy, rasping
with need. Remus’ fingers gripped at your hips, one hand slid between your
legs and parted your thighs which pressed together. Even asleep you teased
him so, making yourself so unavailable to him sometimes, which made him want
Your eyes flickered open at his touch, the vision of his silhouette
in the darkened room taking position between your legs as he parted your limbs
with force aroused you instantly.
“Remus” you exhaled, a flash of green from his
eyes sparked in the darkness. His breath now heavy, a slow, panting rhythm fell
from his lips and a hungry growl burned deep within his throat.
“My beautiful ____________” he grunted your name, his
fingers parting your cunt, pulling your lips aside “Why do you do this to me?”
“Do what Remus?” You asked, fingers grasping hard on the
pillows still. His free hand pushed up your T Shirt, freeing your tits, nipples
already hardened, protruding from your flesh. You gave a soft squeal as Remus
flickered his finger over your clitoris rapidly.
“Turn me on so fucking much” he burned, another animalistic growl
roared from between his lips.
Remus, usually such a docile, sometimes timid and sensible
man, who never usually believed in cursing, turned his personality before the Moon awoke the
other side of him. The wolf in him desperate to get out, waiting for the exact
cycle of the month to burst from the skin which cocooned it. You had fallen for
Remus in his natural state, the kindest, most gentle man you had ever know, but
you had to admit you enjoyed this wild side of him. Many times you had woken
with him looming over you, his thick dick throbbing, twitching to be inside
you, to feel your begging pussy and give you what you deserved.
“Hands and knees” he ordered, his voice deep and strong “Now!”
he ordered with reassurance you would do as he commanded.
With a swift whimper and nod, your pulled yourself from
around him, flipping yourself onto all fours. Remus grabbed your hair, pulling
your head back as he practically roared his command “Scream for me, tonight…”
he paused to take a breath “I want to devour you”
“Yes” you gasped with command.
Remus released your hair, and pushed your head down, into
the pillow and leant weight on you. His fingers parted your lips once more,
massaging your clit causing your hungry cunt to flood over his fingers.
It wasn’t long before he pushed his thick, hard length into
you, his weight still on your head to keep you down and he fucked you. Harder
than he had fucked you in a long time, he howled gently as he felt the surge of
pleasure run through him. Remus growled once more, bearing his teeth viciously
and snarls left him as he fucked you with vigour, his thrust became more
forceful until his dick filled you entirely.
You felt yourself close, your cunt pulsated against Remus’
cock as he pushed into you and he grabbed your hair once more. His fingers
entwined around your locks as he pulled you back up “Scream!” he roared “Scream
my name my love!” his command both forceful and desperate equally. You were
his, and only his. He needed to hear you cry his name, to know you felt the
hunger for him, and he felt for you.
“Remus” you gasped, your cunt juice trickled down your leg,
merging with his own flesh as you soaked his cock, across his balls and matting
his thick hair.
“Louder!!!” he snarled, his fuck harder than it had been,
slow, strong thrusts burst into you and he tugged your head back further,
arching your back and his teeth met the flesh of your neck. Remus held his arm
across your chest, his fingers pinched your nipple severely, rolling your flesh
between his fingertips and he sunk his teeth into your flesh gently, still
fucking you like his own possession.
“REMUS!” You cried, squealing his name. The mixture of
pleasure and pain seared through you as you cried an orgasm “REMUS!!!” you
shrieked once more, followed by a string of grunts and moans, spilling your remaining
juice across his thick cock.
Remus grabbed your waist, slicking his cock from your cunt
and hurled you onto your back. He straddled your head, pulling your mouth apart,
dragging your lips at the side with his fingers and pushed his dick into your
mouth. The meld of your tastes danced on your tongue and you struggled to see
Remus in the dark as he fucked your mouth. His hands grabbed either side of
your head as he rolled his hips into you, banging the tip of his dick into the
back of your throat. Your chokes and struggled aroused you both further, your
entire body still tingled from your orgasm and it wasn’t long before you felt
Remus throb wildly between your lips.
He grunted, panted and let out a whimper
as he spurted his white cum inside your mouth, thrusting himself deep, allowing
it to trickle down your throat “Taste me my love” he whispered, running his
fingers through your hair as he emptied everything he possessed into you as you
swallowed, marking you as his own.