-lace lace lace
-fabrics that flow like water and clouds
-stitching the stars into you clothes
-feathers in our hair
-bead work in the hair and in the feathers
-capes designed with wings in mind
-intricate beautiful metal work in jewelry and hair pins and broaches
-soft glow of star dust on the cheeks
-wind blown, slept in hair
-sun kissed skin
Y’know, I really appreciate Urbosa’s characterization in BOTW. Instead of making her that inappropriately flirty cougar type that Nintendo is so fond of using, (I’m looking at you great fairies,) they just kinda made her the mom?
I mean, look at her.
“Well, I’m sorry your mom died of a plot contrivance, and your father is an ulcerated dickblister, but good news, you’re mine now. I’m gonna buy you so many books. Do your chores and you can steer the Divine beast. Then we can braid each other’s hair and throw rotten fruit at men from Gerudo town’s walls. Link you better protect my precious daughter or I’ll crush your fucking skull between my thighs.”
Like, I’m imagining Riju making a pilgrimage to meet her ancestor’s spirit and the first thing Urbosa says to her is, “Did you eat breakfast this morning? Hold on I’ll make you some porridge.”
seraphim (singular: seraph): these are the angels closest to God, in charge of guarding His throne. they help to rule over heaven and maintain order. usually, they are depicted as beings of pure and radiant light or fire - though many do have a human form as well. seraphim are often known for their voices, be it for the gorgeous songs they sang or the terrifying holy screeches they unleashed. though these may be some of the most orderly and composed angels, they can also be some of the most emotional.
cherubim (singular: cherub): these angels are most often remembered for being the guardians of Eden. Now, however, they are said to be guardians of holy places on earth. they typically have many wings, eyes, faces, limbs etc., though, like seraphim, they may also have a more human form. cherubim are responsible for keeping harmony in heaven, and providing power to those in His kingdom. these angels are more likely to be peaceful and docile than confrontational, but of course there are exceptions.
thrones: usually depicted as beings of fire and many eyes, these angels are the ones who carry out God’s orders. they are most known for their inhuman forms, often described as being wheels. thrones are the bringers of justice in heaven, and, on earth, likely retain their strong moral compass. these angels are secretive and tend to keep to themselves and other thrones, so they have a lot of mystery surrounding them.
dominions: dominions were the leaders of the lower angels, offering advice and direction. they are very tied to heaven, and not likely to interact with humans. they are described as divinely beautiful, often with glowing skin, eyes, hair, or wings. their true forms tend to be more human-like than the angels above them in rank, and are usually remembered for their appealing appearance (to other angels, humans would of course be startled by them). these angels are thoughtful and determined, though friendly.
virtues: these angels are those who bring God’s grace to earth. though they do not interact directly with humans usually, they bring miracles and enlightenment to the world and its inhabitants. they are brilliant and powerful, though almost always benevolent and peaceful. virtues are angels of choice, and accredited with keeping earth moving forward and developing further. though they are naturally good and kind, virtues can be fierce fighters if necessary.
powers: these are the angels in charge of defending heaven from hell and providing balance in the universe. they are often depicted as warriors and soldiers of God, though they are usually on the defensive rather than offensive. powers are wise, and it is said that they are the keepers of history. they are immensely loyal to heaven, and some believe no power has ever fallen.
principalities: principalities are protectors of certain places, nations, cities, or groups of people on earth. they usually derive their physical characteristics and personality from the place/people they are watching over (for example, a principality of a lake may have blue or green tinted wings, wear pearls or water plants, and have a calm and peaceful personality). they also teach valuable lessons to those on earth, and are said to be the ones who inspire humans to create or invent.
archangels: these are the warriors and protectors of human life. they are the commanders in God’s armies, and the ones to relay his most important messages to humans. they are incredibly loyal to their cause in heaven, but also show empathy towards humans and fallen angels. they show a great deal of understanding towards others, and because of that can be persuaded to join a cause even if it goes against heaven - although this is rare. archangels tend to be very complex, but their dedication and ferocity is constant.
angels: common angels are the ones most concerned with humans. there are different types of these angels, such as messengers to humans and personal guardian angels. it is difficult to categorize these angels as a whole, as there are so many of them. they are highly diverse, and the most like humans in both personality, morality, and appearance.
fallen angels: these are angels who no longer serve heaven, and now reside on earth. typically it refers to angels who have sinned or rebelled and are then cast out of heaven by God, but there are other ways in which angels can become “fallen” as well. angels who desire free will, or fall in love with a human/humans can also be cast out. fallen angels can originate from any of the ranks above.
Warnings: Rough, Hair pulling, spanking, teasing, smut, biting, marking. (Think that’s it for now.)
Request: Can u make a Liam Dunbar smut please? Also can the reader be a werewolf. Maybe the story line can be something on the lines of the reader and Liam are mates and they both marked each other and went into heat
Scott rolled his eyes at you, when you chose to sit next to Liam. He knew damn well what was going on, he knew that you were you were currently undergoing heat, and so was Liam. Liam’s entire body stiffened as you curled into his side, nudging at him. Females wolves always handled heat worse than males– he could control himself, while you on the other hand were completely losing it. You needed Liam, not Scott, not Stiles, not Mason or Corey, you needed Liam.
You weren’t exactly sure why, it was Liam who your wolf had chosen, but it had, and it was relentless when it came to being near him. You had to be in some sort of contact with the first beta, which kind of annoyed you seeing as you couldn’t stand him. Liam had always been sort of hateful towards you, either it was because since you became Scott’s beta, and the alpha now had to pay attention to both of you instead of just him, or just because he was trying to cover the fact that you were absolutely stunning, and he just wanted to ravish you whenever he got close.
He pushes you off of him, growling under his breath. You frown, scooting away and pouting. “Be nice…” Scott says, trying not to smile at your actions.
“She was all over me!” Liam defended himself. You bit your lip, as Scott glared at him and his jaw clenched tight. You almost moaned at the angry glance Liam threw at you. He could smell your frustrations, but instead, decided to keep himself contained.
“Just, please, play the movie.” Stiles whines, wanting nothing to do with the two teenagers who were making everyone uncomfortable with their sexual needs.
“Sure.” Lydia sighs, curling into his side while pressing the play button. You take a blanket and cover Liam’s lap with it.
“What’re you doing?” He struggles to take it off, as it tangles between his legs.
“You shivered, I thought you were cold.” You look down at his lap which had risen.
“Shut up.” Malia demands at you two. You whine, arching your back as you move further into the couch. Your body had grown sticky with sweat, you couldn’t help it when you pulled your top shirt off, leaving you in your tank-top. Lydia had suggested everyone comes over to her house to watch a movie while the two were in heat, taking everyone’s mind off of it for a while. She failed to mention how hot it was in here.
“Is anyone else sweating half to death?” She asks, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist.
“No, I’m good.” Scott and Malia answer in unison. Stiles and Lydia shake their heads, to absorbed into the movie to give a verbal answer. You look at Liam, who nods.
“It’s part of your heat.” Scott says, playing with Malia’s hair.
“How do I fix it?”
“You don’t. Not for another week.”
“Shh!” Malia hisses.
“I need a drink.” You stand up, walking into the other room, opening the fridge. You heard Liam get up and walk over, not bothering to explain his actions. He closes the fridge with his strong hand, before pushing you to the wall.
“What are you doing?” He asks. You press your chest to his,
“Stop touching me, stop trying to care about me. Stop it.”
“Why?” You smirk, “You have an issue, Liam?” You reach down to grab his bulge, “Oo, you do.”
He grabs your wrist, nice and tight, “I said stop it.” His eyes glow a bright yellow, your eyes instinctively turning yellow as well. You look down in submission though, nodding.
“Good.” He takes a deep breath to control himself, before moving back to the couch. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. You made your way back to the couch, peeling off your tank-top too. You were doing it partly because you were indeed sweating profusely, but also because Liam was staring at you. He swallowed thickly when he saw your bare torso.
You leaned across the couch, your feet leaning on Liam’s lap. He stiffened, flexing his fingers as you ran your sock covered feet against his tent. “Stop it.” He spits gently, going unknown to everyone else.
“Sorry.” You whimper, purposely moving it over his crotch again, while pulling away. He grabs your ankle, pausing your action. He drags it back over his manhood, looking around to see if anyone was looking. You rolled your foot against his jeans again.
“Fuck! Liam! Mason needed our help with the homework!” You yelp, standing up and gathering your stuff.
“What?” He asks. You glare at him, his body immediately responding by standing and gathering his items.
“Calculous.” You frown, “Sorry guys. We’ll see you later.”
“Wait!” Scott almost tosses Malia off of him, meeting you two at the doors, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? When you’re in heat, mating is available, and then babies, and just complete and utter chaos, okay? Marking is too, okay?”
“We’re helping Mason with homework, Scott.” She lies.
“Look, I can’t stop you from doing what you have to do, but you need to know the risk. Mating, and Marking. No sex.”
“No sex.” Liam nods.
“No sex.” You smile, dashing out the door, grabbing Liam’s hand on the way out. He watches you push him into the passenger’s seat. He turns to face the rest of the group.
“We’re not actually helping Mason with homework, are we?” Liam asks, as you push open his front door.
“Hell no.” You mash your lips into his, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pushing him to the wall. Just your scent, was so enticing, that he lost all of his control. He turns you around, so your back collides with the wall. He grabs your hands, yanking them up and holding them against the wall above your head. You moan, when he pushes his knee between your thighs, bouncing it into your core.
“You smell so fucking good.” He sighs, attacking your neck in light kisses. You tilt it as best you can, while he slips one of his hands to cover both of your wrists, and the other to move downwards. His claws begin to form, and he rips your shirt down the middle, slipping it off your shoulders.
“This is so stupid.” You breathe, “We should stop.”
“Is that what you want?” He asks, yanking down your pants roughly. You moan when he drops to his knees.
“What about Marking?” You groan, his teeth collecting the brim of your underwear and pulling down. “Mating?”
“I’ll pull out.” You nod, your hands meeting his hair to tug and pull, “Fuck!” He shouts, your smell was so divine. He pushed himself off of you, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. The show of dominance had you weak at the knees, but you’d be damned if you let him see your submission. He pulls away, “Upstairs. Now.” You almost toppled over, the demand clearly effecting you in a way that made your arousal smell even better. You started walking up, shaking your hips in front of his face slowly. He slapped your bare ass once, “Stop teasing me and get the hell upstairs.” He growls. You jump, bouncing the rest of the way to his bedroom. He grabs your hair and pulls you closer to him, moving you to the bed. You lie down, bending your knees and spreading your legs.
You stick two fingers in his mouth, watching him strip down to his boxers. You move your fingers between your thighs, playing with yourself. You rub your clit vigorously, before sticking two fingers into your opening. He grabs your hand, and pushes your fingers into his mouth. You moan, as his tongue swirls around your juices.
“Mmm,” He hums, ripping away from you. He grabs your body while sitting on the edge of the bed, putting your stomach and hips over his legs. You whine at the thought of what is going to happen next. He rubs his hand over your lower half, running his fingers through your slit afterwards. Then, with a hard smack, he starts talking.
“That was for teasing me at Lydia’s house on the couch.” He hits again, harder this time, “That was for grabbing me in the kitchen,” Another harsh slap is delivered, “That was for teasing me up the stairs,” With a final smack, your eyes turn bright yellow, letting out an animalistic snarl, “And that was for touching yourself while I was watching.”
“I’m sorry.” You moan, your fangs sprouting, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Just do something, anything. Please.”
“Awe.” He smiles, “You want something?”
“Yes!” He shoves to fingers into your sopping pussy.
“Like this?” He asks, curling them into your g-spot. You gasp, nodding quickly.
“Fuck, yes, just like that.” He brings his thumb up to play with your clit, watching your body squirm against his in the most delicious way. His other hand moves to your breasts, which were dangling off his legs. He grabs your left nipple, rolling the hard nub in his hand. “Fuck, Liam!”
“You like that?” He asks, as you buck your hips.
“Yes, yes yes, fuck!” Your legs begin to shake, your stomach tying in harder knots, “I’m gonna cum!”
“You’re gonna cum?” He asks, bouncing his knee repeatedly, “Beg me.” He demands, his inner wolf becoming more and more dominant.
“Please, Liam, please let me come!” You moan, gripping his leg tightly. Your claws begin to sprout, as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“Come for me, princess.” He whispers, giving a harsh smack to your ass again. You practically explode, your entire body shaking and twitching, as the best orgasm of your life happens, everything just too much. You let out a loud, wolf-like growl, before you grow weak. He pulls you up, so that you’re facing him.
“Did you like that, princess?”
“Fuck, yeah.” You nod, a lazy smile on your lips. He pushes you back on the back.
“Ready for more?”
Usually, you would’ve been done, unable to continue, but because you were in heat, you couldn’t help but nod, your core already growing wet again. He leans down, licking a long strip up your pussy, before moving up to your lips. He pushes them against each other, this time slower, filled with passion, and not so much lust. Your eyes open, but instead of their usual color, they’re golden. Liam admires them, and before he knows it, his are glowing too. He slips his boxers off, stroking himself a few times, before grabbing a condemn from his nightstand. He rips open the package, slipping the rubber on himself.
He pushes into you, moaning at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting a couple times. You gasp when he hits the exact spot inside of you, your head thrashing backwards. Your hands reach up and push into his hair as his thrusts get harder and faster.
“Fuck, Liam!” You moan, your claws now digging into his back and slicing down. He howls, before the marks heal, his eyes already mirroring yours, with your bronze colors still illuminating the other’s face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shouts, grabbing your face and kissing you again. His teeth clash with yours sloppily, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit.
“Fuck you’re amazing.” You whine, “Harder!”
“Harder?” He moans, going deeper inside of you, “You l-like it rough, don’t you?”
“Yes, Liam, please.” Both of your voices sounded a little demonic, due to your transitions, but both of your faces were still natural, only your eyes and teeth showing your werewolf genes. He shoved his face into your neck, as his final thrusts sent you over the edge. You screamed, digging your fangs into his shoulder, before he mimicked the action, coming hard into the condemn. He stayed inside you for a couple moments, letting his breathing return to normal. He pulled out and pushed beside you, your chest still heaving dramatically.
“Sorry about your shoulder.” You say, a bit embarrassed.
“Yeah, me too.” He says, wiping the blood from the mark that had healed. He stands up, taking the condemn off his cock, tying it and tossing it in the garbage. He wipes himself off, grabbing a cloth for you too. You wipe all of the extra fluids, such as spit, come and blood. His eyes flared golden at you, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What’s that?” He asks, pointing at you.
“There’s like… an aura around you.”
“You know how Kira had an aura, the fox… well you have one too… it’s pink though, and it just surrounds you, but not in the shape of a fox… it’s just, surrounding you.” Your eyes flash to your wolf ones too.
“You have it around you too!”
“Do you think…?” Liam asks, “Do you think that means that we’re…”
“Mates?” Liam shrugs, your heartbeat quickening by the second, “We should probably call Scott.”
Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluffy cringey fluff and a pinch of angst. Word: 3.5k Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love
with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU Note: A companion piece to Why
People Fall in Love because I’m a sucker for FWB!AU’s Warning: Implied smut.
closest to Hoseok in terms of friendship and flirtationship as per everyone’s
painfully blatant knowledge ─ very much like the ‘he likes her she likes him
and everybody knows but them trope’ with the exception you’re aware of your
feelings for that boy. But what they don’t know is the existential violet
bruises you keep fairly hidden underneath your complementary jackets and skinny
jeans ─always all covered up head to toe, you might give the Sisters a run for
bruises made by Hoseok’s best friend, Min Yoongi.
a/n: I don’t even have a summary for this, it was so short and it was kinda of spur of the moment. I wrote this, half dead after watching Dare to Live last night and I just kinda don’t know what to do with it, so enjoy. pls give me feedback
He waited for her. And God, it was one of the best decisions he has ever made. A few years back, he fell in love with her. Fell in love with her amazing personality, the goodness of her heart, the pitch of her laugh, her morality, the color of her eyes when the sun hits her face just right, the shade her hair gets when it’s under a certain brightness, the fact that she was easily amused by little things, her optimism. There was a lot more reasons. He could probably write a book about why he fell in love with her.
At that time, she wasn’t ready for a significant other in her life. She wanted to become stable and achieve everything she wanted to do, without worrying about another significant other. He respected that and decided he would wait and be her best friend. He wanted to wait to confess his feelings until he felt she was ready.
Turned out, she loved him too. She just wasn’t ready when he confessed–He decided to wait for her again. Instead of trying to find somebody else, he waited by focusing on his now peaking music career, achieving his dreams, make a name for himself, and making his family proud. They eventually drifted apart, but he waited faithfully and patiently.
As people say, good things come to those who wait and if two people are meant to be, they will find their way to each other. And that’s exactly what happened. They found each other again–and they could not be anymore perfect for each other as they were when their paths met. She was more successful than ever, being the CEO of a big company that she built herself out of scratch. He was a musician, well known all over the world and was very well respected–his career was at its highest peak ever.
Catching up between two best friends turned into a date and a lot more dates after that until they were official. After that, the rest was history. It wasn’t a straight, well paved, narrow road. On the road to where they are now, there was a lot of hills, valleys, bumps, holes, curves, traffic, some detours. But they finally hit their destination, and at the end game, they were still in for the ride.
Laying right there with his arms around her naked body, his joy was overflowing. He would never forget how beautiful she looked as she slept, using his bare chest as a pillow. Her hair tickling his bare chest every time she moves her head. Her lips was slightly open, letting soft snores out in the quiet room.
The tip of his fingertips were running up and down her back. Barely touching her her soft, warm skin. He was feeling her in his arms, making sure that what they shared the night before wasn’t a dream. That she is really his now, and he is hers; In the eyes of the people, their friends, their parents, and most importantly, God. The ring on both of their fingers proved that.
He saw every piece of her. All of her beautiful stretch marks, scars, freckles, and birthmarks. He has seen, uncovered, and kissed every single one of them–he would never get tired of doing that over and over again.
Just like how the sun continues to shine down, showering the earth with rays of light; he continued watching her and tracing her skin. The sun’s light was starting to ooze into the room, it directly hit her hair. Making it the shade that was one of the reasons he fell in love with her.
The light just kept on moving, hitting her closed lids. He watched her inhale deeply as she woke up due to the bright light hitting her eyelids. The first thing she saw that morning were a pair of gorgeous hazel brown eyes staring down at her with an adoring look in his eyes. It made her feel kind of shy, he just seen every bit of her imperfection. But at the same time, she was excited to wake up every morning next to this divine mess of curly brown hair and captivating brown eyes of a greek-god like man.
Right when she opened her eyes, he hitched a breath. The sun was hitting her face a certain angle, making her eyes a certain shade. He didn’t know how else to describe it aside from, he didn’t know her eyes would get more enticing. There was something about when her cheeks turned a very light shade of crimson and smiled at him when she noticed that he was staring at her.
For him, the morning sun’s light was hitting the room at the most perfect angles. The world just paused all around him for a second. He would never forget how she looked right now, it took his breath away.
“Shawn, stop staring at me like that.” Her voice came out raspy, for the obvious reasons. He thought it was sexy.
“Good morning, Mrs. Mendes.” He teased, making her blush. His voice was a lot more deeper than it was. It made her feel some type of way.
“Let’s not get out of bed.” She announced and snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth. He laughed and agreed, continuing to trace her skin.