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March 2024 witch guide

Full moon: March 25th

New moon: March 10th

Sabbats: Ostara-March 19th

March Worm Moon

Known as: Crow Moon, Eagle Moon, Goose Moon, Hrethmonath, Lenting moon, Lentzinmanoth, Moon of Snowblind, Moon of Winds, Plow Moon, Sap Moon, Seed Moon, Sore Eyes Moon, Storm Moon, Sugar Moon & Wind Strong Moon

Element: Water

Zodiac: Pisces & Aries

Nature spirits: Air & water spirits & Mer-people

Deities: Artemis, Astarte, Athena, Cybele, Isis, Luna & Minerva

Animals: Boar, cougar & hedgehog

Birds: Sea crow & sea eagle

Trees: Alder, dogwood & honeysuckle

Herbs: Apple blossom, broom, high John root, Irish moss, pennyroyal, wood betony & yellow dock

Flowers: Daffodil, jonquil & violet

Scents: Apple blossom & honeysuckle

Stones: Aquamarine, bloodstone, jasper, opal &topaz

Colors: Pale-green, red, violet, yellow & white

Energy: Balance, beginnings, dream work, energy breaking into the open, exploring, fertility, inner development, karma, prosperity, spirituality, success & truth seeking

For many years, it was thought that the name "Worm Moon" referred to the earthworms that appear as the soil warms in spring. This invites robins and other birds to feed—a true sign of spring.

However, more research revealed another explanation. In the 1760s, Captain Jonathan Carver visited the Naudowessie (Dakota) and other Native American tribes and wrote that the name Worm Moon refers to a different sort of “worm”—beetle larvae—which begin to emerge from the thawing bark of trees and other winter hideouts at this time.

March’s full Moon often plays a role in religion, specifically in Christianity, this Moon is known as the Lenten Moon if it is the last full Moon of the winter season (i.e., if it occurs before the spring equinox) or as the Paschal Full Moon if it is the first full Moon of spring (i.e., if it occurs after the spring equinox).

Ostara

Known as: Alban Eiler, Lady Day & Spring/Vernal equinox

Season: Spring

Symbols: 8-spoked wheel, butterflies, chicks, decorated baskets, eggs, feathers, jellybeans, lambs, rabbits, seeds, shamrocks, spring flowers & sunwheels

Colors: Green, indigo, light blue, pastels, pink, red & yellow

Oils/Incense: African violet, florals, ginger, jasmine, lotus, magnolia, rose, sage & strawberry

Animals: Cormorant, hare, hawk, rabbit, sheep, sparrow & swallow

Mythical: Dragon & Unicorn

Stones: Amethyst, aquamarine, bloodstone, moonstone, red jasper & rose quartz

Food: Dairy foods, eggs(hard boiled), fruits, honey, honey cakes, leafy greens, vegetables, pine nuts, pumpkin, sunflower seeds, sprouts & waffles

Herbs/Plants: Acorn, cinquefoil, dogwood, ginger, Irish moss, olive, strawberry & woodruff

Flowers: Celandine, crocus, daffodil, dandelion, Easter lily, jasmine gorse, honeysuckle, hyssop, iris, jonquil, linden, narcissus, peony, snowdrop, tansy & violet

Goddesses: Aphrodite, Ariadne, Artemis, Athena, Coatlicue, Cybele,Demeter, Diana, Eos, Eostre, Flora, Gaia, Hera, Idunn, Iris, Ishtar, Juno, Minerva, Persephone, Venus & Vesta

Gods: Adonis, Attis, Celi, Cernunnos, Coel, Dagda, Dalon ap Landu, Dumuzi, Green Man, Lord of the Greenwood, Mithras, Odin, Osiris, Ovis & Pan

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Agriculture, balance, beauty, fertility, growth, life, love & rebirth/renewal

Spellwork: Air magick, fertility, new beginnings & water magick

Activities:

• Go on a hike/walk & look for signs of spring

• Add Ostara symbols to decorate your altar space

• Plant vegetable &/or flower seedlings

• Decorate eggs with bright colors

• Set your intentions for the weeks/months ahead

• Start a new class or hobby

• Create eggshell candles

• Make plans & new routines for the future

• Participate in rituals & ceremonies that connect you with energy & the life force of nature

• Have a feast with your friends &/family with sprouts & leafy greens

• Bake hot cross buns or lavender/lemon flavored treats

• Clean & de-clutter your home

• Try a re-birthing/ renewing ritual

• Bring fresh flowers or plants into into the home

• Host a spring & floral themed tea party

• Make egg based food dishes & desserts

This holiday marks the Spring Equinox, which happens before March 19-22. It is the second of three spring celebrations (the midpoint between Imbolc and Beltane) during which light & darkness are again in balance, with light on the rise. It is a time of new beginnings & of life emerging further from the grips of winter.

There is much debate regarding the origins of Ostara due to the lack of primary sources about this sabbat. One theory is the name of Ostara came from the Anglo-Saxon goddess Eostre. Another theory is that Eostre is more of a localized goddess in Kent County, England. Despite the questions of her origins, Eostre is associated with modern-day Pagan traditions of Ostara.

There is no evidence that the ancient Greeks or Romans celebrated Ostara, although they did celebrate their own spring festivals, such as the Roman festival of Floralia & the Greek festival of Anthesteria. It was a time to honor the returning sun, fertility & rebirth.

Related festivals:

• Nowruz- March 19th

Nowruz marks the first day of spring & renewal of nature. It is celebrated on the day of the astronomical vernal equinox. It is also celebrated as the beginning of the new year by people all around the world for over 3,000 years in the Balkans, the Black Sea Basin, the Caucasus, Central Asia, the Middle East & other regions.

It promotes values of peace & solidarity between generations & within families as well as reconciliation & neighbourliness. Nowruz plays a significant role in strengthening the ties among peoples based on mutual respect & the ideals of peace and good neighbourliness.

Traditional customs of Nowruz include fire & water, ritual dances, gift exchanges, reciting poetry, symbolic objects & more; these customs differ between the diverse peoples & countries that celebrate the festival.

• Holi- March 25th

Holi is a popular & significant Hindu festival celebrated as the The festival of colors, Love &Spring. It commemorates eternal and divine love of the deities Radha & Krishna. Additionally, the day signifies the triumph of good over evil, as it celebratess the victory of Vishnu as Narasimha over Hiranyakashipu. Holi originated & is predominantly celebrated in the Indian subcontinent, but has also spread to other regions of Asia & parts of the Western world through the Indian diaspora.

Holi also celebrates the arrival of Spring in India, the end of winter & the blossoming of love. It is also an invocation for a good spring harvest season. It lasts for a night & a day, starting on the evening of the Purnima (full moon day) falling on the Hindu calendar month of Phalguna, which falls around the middle of March in the Gregorian calendar.

• Easter- March 31st

also called Pascha or Resurrection Sunday is a Christian festival & cultural holiday commemorating the resurrection of Jesus from the dead, described in the New Testament as having occurred on the third day of his burial following his crucifixion by the Romans at Calvary c. 30 AD. It is the culmination of the Passion of Jesus Christ, preceded by Lent (or Great Lent), a 40-day period of fasting, prayer, & penance.

Easter traditions vary across the Christian world & include sunrise services or late-night vigils, exclamations & exchanges of Paschal greetings, flowering the cross & the decoration and the communal breaking of Easter eggs (a symbol of the empty tomb) among many others. The Easter lily is a symbol of the resurrection in Western Christianity traditionally decorates the chancel area of churches on this day & for the rest of Eastertide. Additional customs that have become associated with Easter & are observed by both Christians & some non-Christians include Easter parades, communal dancing, the Easter Bunny & egg hunting.

Other Celebrations:

• Festival of Luna- March 31st

Is a feast day honoring the Goddess Luna who is seen as the divine embodiment of the Moon.

The Temple of Luna was a temple on the Aventine Hill in Rome, dedicated to Luna, the moon goddess. Its dedication was celebrated on March 31st, thus the celebration.

According to Tacitus, it was built by king Servius Tullius. However, the first confirmed reference to a temple to Luna dates to 182 BC & refers to one of its doors being knocked off its posts by a miraculous blast of air & shot into the back of the Temple of Ceres. That account probably places the temple at the north end of the hill, just above porta Trigemina. The temple was struck by lightning around the time of the death of Cinna, as was the temple of Ceres. After the destruction of Corinth, Lucius Mummius Achaicus dedicated some of his spoils from the city to this temple. It was destroyed in the Great Fire of Rome in 64 AD & not rebuilt.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

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yan-san-yan · 11 months

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Kwami swap? Older Luka? Yes please 🦋

I imagine luka’s already high EQ becomes even more heightened (because magic obviously), so he can hear heart songs more clearly from greater distance and instead of “hearing people’s problems/mind/thoughts” like Hawkmoth, Luka instead can interoperate songs and emotions accurately as if hearing their voices/thoughts. I truly believe the concept/belief/self image (like show in the show) affects his power input and not only the outfit, so since luka is more empathic and emotionally aware (empath) unlike Gabriel, the nature of his powers are also influenced since the butterfly is the power of emotions.

I think this outfit might be too extravagant for him but yet i can totally see this being still in Luka’s style! He is truly sophisticated! I couldn’t get out the idea of the cape being “accidentally” shape into butterfly wings and this is the result.

I originally wanted to name him Adonis since the design is inspired by the Adonis blue butterfly but that name was already taken by another amazing artist’s butterfly!Luka design ( I believe it was @zoe-oneesama)

I also borrowed inspiration from the butterfly Aricia (blue) and the name stuck with me!

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stalkerofthegods · 6 months

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Aphrodite And Venus deep dive, straight to the point

Herbs • anemone, daffodil, myrtle, lettuce , pomegranate, apple, rosemary fresh roses, vanilla, cinnamon, cypress, jasmine, the olive tree, narcissus, honeysuckle, the apple tree, the lime tree, Strawberries, Oranges, Pears, lotus

Animals• hare, turtle-dove, sparrow, goose, swan, horses, hummingbirds, cats, butterflies, bees, fish, hare.

Symbols• Hearts, Seashells, Mirror, Girdles, Dolphins, Doves, Swans, Sparrows, Bees, Sea Foam, Pomegranates, Apples, Strawberries, Oranges, Pears

Colors • pink & red, rose gold , blue, green, white, gold, baby blue, pastel colors, Seafoam green, Aqua

Appearance in astral or general • many ancient artworks of her, depicted her with traditionally male features, like beards, along with traditionally female features, she can change looks many times, but no matter her looks she is the most beautiful alive.

Crystal• rose quarts, garnet, pearls, diamond, sapphire, aquamarine, opal, sea glass, silver, emerald, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, ocean jasper, morganite

Jewelry • pearls, rose gold, promise rings, diamonds

epithets of Aphrodite• Psytiros - whispering Aphrodite, epithet also is attributed to Eros, Euploia - a marine epithet to Aphrodite of easy sailing, fair voyage, Leaina -the Lioness, an epithet given to the Goddess by Athenian orator Democha, Praxis - Aphrodite of action, a statue to whom stood in the city of Megara, Peitho - as an epithet to Aphrodite, it describes Her a persuasive, Epiodoros - Aphrodite of bountiful gifts as She was titled by Greek poet Stesichoru, Argounis - shining Aphrodite, worshiped in Boeotia and likely associated with Dawn, Philomedes - Aphrodite of a lovely smile or smiling Aphrodite, Helikoblepharos - quick-glancing, or Aphrodite with an ever-moving eye, Polychrisou - rich in gold, rich in many golden gifts, Chrisopeplos - gold-clad, Aphrodite dressed in gold, Chrisostephanos - Aphrodite wearing a golden wreath, Chrisanios - Aphrodite holding golden rein as Her chariot was often said to be fully made of gold, Nikêphoros- She is the Warlike, Areia- She is the averter of unlawful desires and actions, Apostrophia- She is one who blessed marriage and unions, Migôntis- She is the one who turns to love, Ourania- Heavenly, Divine Love, Pandêmos- Common To All, Epistrophia - She who Turns to Love, Nympthia Hêrê - Of Hera of Marriage, Symmakhia- Ally in Love, Pontia - Of the Sea, Kypria - Of Cyprus, Pothon Mater - Mother of Desire, Chrysea- Golden, Aphrodite Urania (also spelt Ourania), Aphrodite Pandemos, Venus Genatrix, Peitho, - meaning persuasion, Philommeidḗs - "smile-loving", Cypris and Cythereia - for her association of Cyprus and Cythera, Eleemon, In Athens, she was known as Aphrodite in kopois ("Aphrodite of the Gardens”, At Cape Clias, a town along the Attic coast, she was venerated as Genetyllis "Mother", Aphrodite Euploia - of the fair voyage, Anaduomenê - The Goddess Who Arose From The Sea, Ambologêra - The Ons Who Delays Old Age, Antheia - The Blooming One / Friend Of Flowers , Apotrophia - The Expeller ( Of Shameful and Sinful Desire), Areia - The Warlike, Kupria/Kuprigeneia - The One Born in The Island Of Cyprus, Despoina - The Rulling Goddess/ The Mistress , Genetullis - The Protectress Of Births , Nikêphoros - Bringer Of Victory

Cult epithets • Ourania (heavenly) , Pandémos (common to all) , areia (of ares, warlike) , hòplismené (armed) , Symmakhia (ally in love)

Poetic epithets • Kypris ( of Cyprus) , philomeidês (laughter loving) , aphrogenia (foam born) khryseé (golden) Pothón Mêtêr (mother of desire)

Names• Venus, Aphrodite, Harthor, Astare, Priyah, inanna, isis, Freaya,

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Zodiac • Libra, taruas

How to get closer • sign her hymms or dance in her honor

Number• 5

Courting• Ares, she is no longer married.

Past lovers and flings • Anchises (a mortal in the past she dated), Adonis ( handsome young man killed by a boar (Ares in disguise), Dionysus, Zues (maybe), Hermes, Phaethon, Posideon, Butes, Apollon

Devine children • Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, Eros, Anteros, pothos, hermaphrodios, (From the mortal Anchuses), Aeneas a mythical hero of Troy and Rome, and Lyrus/Lyrnus (From Butes), eryxs, Meligounis and several more unnamed daughters, Hymenajks, lacchus, priapus, the Charites, (graces: Aglaea, Euphrosyne, Thalia) (From Dionysus) Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, The Erotes (Eros) , Anteros, Himeros , Pothos, from Ares, Hermaphroditos, Priapus, from Hermes, Rhodos from Posideon, Beroe, Golgos, Priapus (rarely) (from Adonis), Astynous from Phaethon, Priapus (from Zeus)

Attendees • The erotes, Harmonia, Hebe, peithos, the kharites , Naiades

Regions• Cyprus; Kytherea, Corinth, Eryx in Sicly

Holiest shrine• Paphos, island of Cyprus, (her birth place & seat of her mysteria)

Other shrines • Temples throughout Greece and Asia Minor and ur moms house. Some places, most notably Sparta, Thebes, and Cyprus honored her as a goddess of war.

Parents • Ouranos Sometimes it’s said that she is the daughter of Zeus and Dione. And born from the severed genitals of the primordial god Ouranos.

Siblings • Aeacus, Angelos, Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Ersa, Hebe, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Heracles, Hermes, Minos, Pandia, Persephone, Perseus, Rhadamanthus, the Graces, the Horae, the Litae, the Muses and the Moirai.

personality• she isn’t intimidating at first, she likes not having already used products on her alter if possible, a clean, nice smelling alter.

dislikes• She does not like Medusa, she wants nothing to do with her for some reason, just what I’ve heard from people who worshiped Aphrodite and Medusa in close timelines

Diety of • Sex, libido, self-image, self-love, relationships, friendships, parent love and pet love, crushes, lust, procreation, seduction, pleasure, happiness, sadness, passion, stalking, ports, port homes

Home• Olympus and was living in the sea before Olympus

Hate• Boars, pigs.

Likes• Faries, unicorns, butterflies, lacy & frilly things, music boxes, ballet, cars.

Roots• Greek, born near Paphos, on the island of Cyprus

Offerings • pastries, cakes, , olive branches, dark chocolate, wine, apples, perfume, makeup, Pomegranate: said to be first planted by Aphrodite herself, Strawberries, Raspberries, Blackberries, Figs, Watermelon, Sea shells, handheld mirrors/ beautifully ornate mirrors, makeup products, perfumes (sweet/sensual/seductive ones), skin/body care products, fruits, apples, lettuce, pomegranates, chocolates, sugar and cream, honey, wine (rosé or sweet-scented), sweetened rose tea, rose quartz, pearls, jewelry, roses, flower bouquets, statues of her sacred animals (ex- swans) , myrtle or myrrh incense, pink/gold/white candles, seawater, the artwork of her, devotional poems, self-care routines, ritual baths, have a rose garden that you can take care of in her name if possible, be supportive of women and the LGBTQ+ community. • olive oil, fruit, honey, chocolate, dark chocolate (she loves it) , Apples/golden apples, Mermaids, Jewelry, Cherries, Dolphins imagery, Perfumes, Cologne, Makeup, Combs, Affirmations/Affirmation Cards, Beach Sand, Sea imagery, Water, Love poems, Oyster shells, Pink Salt, Driftwood, Sea glass, Amenome/Roses/Carnations, Other flowers, Valentine's Day gifts, Teddy bears, Rose water, Eros/Cupid imagery, Cakes, (Dress up) Dolls, Chapstick/lipstick, Fishnets, Honey cakes, Undergarments, Hearts, Handheld fans, Pictures of loved ones, Condoms/lube(18+), Lingerie(18+), Undergarments(18+), Sex toys(18+), NSFW magazines/books/movie(18+) (AND I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY 18+, OR ASK HER!!), roses, Myrtles, Apples, Pomegranates, Honey, Chocolates, Cookies or cakes made to look like one of Her symbols (ex- hearts), Strawberries, Oranges, Pears, Bath Salts, Bath oils, Bubble bath soap, Scented lotions or fancy soaps

Devotional• light your favorite candle, put on your favorite lotion or perfume, put on your favorite piece of jewelry, put on your favorite article of clothing, enjoy a sweet treat, Sex magic, Glamour spells, Dressing up, acts of self care and acts of self- love, Caring for mental & physical health, Take a bubble bath,Spend time at the sea, Collect sea shells, Read Sappho poetry, Donate to LBGTQ+, Support sex workers, Have safe sex and learn about it, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, Donate to woman programs and shelters, Do stuff to make ur self feel empowered and beautiful, Honor her kids and ares, watch a romcom, watch a regular romantic movie or show or read your favorite romantic story, Make plans with loved ones and friends or your lover in her honor, Treat yourself to something you enjoy, if you have a pet and they like to snuggle, snuggle or lay with them. Talk to them and tell them how much you love them (If able take them for a walk or a ride), listen to ocean/sea soundscapes, read up on all the many kinds of love, engage in an act of self-care, listen to love songs, listen to a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or playlist, or journal all of your favorite things and things that you love, learn about the different kinds of love, do things that boost your self esteem, be gentle with yourself, take it easy, etc, watch a ballet, read love poems, Dress up and selfies, Keep menstrual products on you (even if you don't bleed), Advocate for pro-choice, Give/accept compliments, Advocate for SA victims, Go on a date, Take yourself on a date, Do something nice for your partner, get a Manicure/pedicure, Flirt, Affirmations in the mirror, Drink wine, Advocate for proper sex ed (Including queer sex ed), Experiment with your style, Mirror scrying, Listen to sleep affirmations, Love letter to self/her/partner, Take a bath/shower,Go to the ocean/water, Finally give into that one kink (You know the one, 18+), do Masturbation in her honor (only 18+, I heard she’s not comfortable with minors doing it, but that’s between y’all, just ask her beforehand.), Practice safe sex (18+), Educate yourself on the porn industry, Support sex workers (TIP THEM, 18+), Have sex (18+), Get educated on consent/safe sex, Take nude/lewds (18+)

Holiday • on March 18, goddess of fertility day

Season• spring

Status• Olympian, major goddess

Music • Harry styles, Classical music, old love songs (50s & 60s)

Day• Friday

Planet• Venus

Tarot• High priestess, the lovers, the empress, the star

Rituals • honored and invoked for love and fertility and beauty

Festivals • Aphrodisa, kinyrades ( summer festival) adonia ( mourning for Adonis, woman only)

Fact• She was most worshiped during times of politics, Many people offered her Opiates, or did Opiates in her honor. opium-burners were often found at her shrines in ancient times, please do not do opium.

Prayer•

1• sing, sing, oh i sing to aphrodite who is most beautiful! she who stirs the passionof men & god alike! o, to she — i sing! golden goddess with soft lashes, golden goddess withsoft arms, i spin and sing and delight in the bright rose that is you. may i dance with your grace, lifted up as the foam from the sea as you were — may my smile be blessed with delight. golden-haired goddess, bless my tongue to be sweet as honey, bless my fingers to be delicate and swift, bless my steps so they may bound forth in soft beauty. glory to she — praise to she! goddess of ever golden smiles, of fierce beauty, of spilling laughter and delight. o! may i love as you love — may i delight as you delight! goddess, fill me with your beauty — may i shine & rise above the wrathful waters of those around me and delight, delight, delight in the glory that you have given to me!

2•Golden Aphrodite

Lady of beauty and grace, Please give me the power to appreciate my body, Grant me confidence in my masculinity, Help me to feel your love within myself, and to express it outwardly as well, Lady Aphrodite, please hear my prayer, I sing your praises and offer you this incense

3•Aphrodite, guide me towards love. Help me discover it, receive it, embrace it, give it, celebrate it, honor it, teach it, and live it. Let love be the mark I leave, as your devotee, as a human being.

4• Antheia

Hear to me my call for spring to have sprung,Oh, sweet one scented of honey and nectar. Hear my call Aphrodite Antheia,As I harken a need for the sweet bloom. I crave the beauty of the opening flower, The sweet taste of its nectar upon my lips. Ah Aphrodite Antheia, Bring to me the joy of the fresh blooms. Let the petals cascade upon my body, Allow me the joy of the sunshine. Oh sweet one, Oh Aphrodite Antheia. Bestow upon me and mine, The gifts of the flowers fair.

5•daughter of seafoam, goddess of beauty, aphrodite please hear my cries. please listen as i describe all the parts of me that are shattered & torn, please understand as i tell my stories of pain. aphrodite accept me please. aphrodite pick me up & help me mend myself for i am yours, thank you so much & so mote it be

6• Aphrodite rivals the beauty of the sun setting over an ocean's horizon as you stand on the shore, the water tickling your feet as it pulled in and pushed back out repeatedly by the waves.

Scents/Inscene • Rose, wine, fresh roses, Frankincesne, Myrrth, vanilla, cinnamon, cypress, jasmine, cherry blossom, lavender.

Other• images of things she’s associated with, jewelry, perfume, bath salts , scented lotion, seawater, seashells, sand, makeup, feathers, self care essentials.

Links/websites/sources

@khaire-traveler

ephemeral-cryptid.tumblr.com

@mars-and-the-theoi graffitiphilosopher.tumblr.com teawiththegods.tumblr.com

@seleniangnosis

@melitheoidevotion

@seafoamsister

evilios.tumblr.com hearthcreation.tumblr.com orsialos.tumblr.com

@hisfluer

Aphrodite is the goddess of our hearts, we all love her, and she has a great personality, and is beautiful in looks and soul.

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lionmom-svenomverse · 22 days

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Sharing the concept art for my Chryslestia family! Gonna have to snip a lot of HCs/notes so you can find the full thing over on my dA. Anyways, more info under the cut!

💙 Queen Celestia - Ruler of Equestria. Sun Deity. Royal Batpony Alicorn (With Heliacorn Attributes). Agender (She/he/it/they), Pansexual Demi 💙 Queen Chrysalis - Ruler of Equestria, Former Queen of the Changeling Hive. Reformed/Former Villain. Non-Reformed Queen Changeling. Nonbinary (It/xey/they/she), Bisexual Demi 💙 Princess Antlion Aphid - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Solar Astronomer/Engineer. Has anxiety. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Nonbinary (It/its and She/her mainly), Lesbian. Likes studying the sun, sundresses, large hats, hosting parties, yoga, calligraphy and diplomacy. Aphie is based off of antlion larvae, not so much aphids but it's a cute lil addition to her name. Special talent is using the sun to power technology! 💙 Princex Hercules Metalmark - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Armorer. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Agender (They/them and xey/xem mainly), Trixic. Likes puzzles/cipher cracking, keeping fit, fruit, fire, sappy movies, giving gifts and winter. Inspired by the Hercules Beetle and the Metalmark Butterfly! Special talent is crafting enchanted armor! 💙 Prince Joro Orb Weaver - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Seamster at Carousel Boutique. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transmasculine/Nonbinary (He/him, It/Its, She/her), Bi. Likes designing outfits, spoken word poetry, spiral patterns, fantasy shows/books, posters, journaling and social events. Inspired by the Joro Spider and the common Yellow Garden Spider/Orb-Weaver! Special talent is sewing outfits! 💙 Princex Tsetse Deathwatch "Click" Beetle - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Nurse. Gravedigger. Mute. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Genderfluid (They/them and it/its mainly), Omni. Likes history documentaries, playing the guitar, baggy clothes, cemeteries, volunteering, birds and brownies. It was initially named "Princex Malachite" and based off of the Malachite butterfly, but since I've changed its' name it doesn't really resemble what its' currently named after: the Tsetse Fly and Click/Deathwatch Beetles. Special talent is healing creatures! 💙 Princess Venusta Orchard Mason - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Gardener. Builder. Farmer. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transfeminine/Nonbinary (They/them and She/her), Aro/Sapphic. Likes worms, pottery, lemonade, architecture, foraging, climbing trees, falling leaves and making friends. She's mainly inspired by the strikingly blue Orchard Mason Bee, which I first saw around my early high school years iirc and fell in love with it. The other half, Venusta, comes from the Venusta Orchard Spider! The 'Venusta' part of their name actually wasn't initially there, but I thought it'd be a pretty edition, especially since the two bugs share the word 'orchard' in their names. Special talent is building strong structures! 💙 Prince Rosy Maple Brimstone - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Influencer. Disc Jockey. Party Thrower. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Intersex (He/him), Ace/Queer. Likes hyperpop/house music, makeup, bright colors, flea markets/antique malls, soap carving, blogging and raves. Rosy is mainly based on the Rosy Maple Moth, but the other part of his name comes from the Brimstone Butterfly! Special talent is DJing and music production! 💙 Prince Atlas Adonis Blue - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Drag Queen. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Demiboy (He/him and They/them), Gay. Likes singing, the stars, glowsticks, finance, karaoke, collecting mugs, clubbing, glitter and cleaning. Atlas is of course inspired by the Atlas Beetle and the Adonis Blue Butterfly! Special talent is performing!

#venomverse #oresteiaverse #mlp #nextgen #fanchild #mlp nextgen #venomdraws #my little pony #mlp fim #chryslestia #princess celestia #queen chrysalis #antlion aphid #hercules metalmark #joro orb weaver #tsetse deathwatch 'click' beetle #venusta orchard mason #rosy maple brimstone #atlas adonis blue

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holly-the-trash-writer · 1 year

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My Butterfly

Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader

Another request for you lovely, lovely people!

Synopsis: Reader loves butterflies. Isn't it just a coincidence that the Doctor has a room on the Tardis dedicated to butterflies.

Word Count: 805

A/N: On doing research for the fic I read that it is canon in an audio episode that Eleven had a butterfly room on the Tardis and I am obsessed with this idea.

Y/n grinned as she licked her ice-cream and the Doctor and her walked through central park hand-in-hand.

“What if I dropped this right now and, I don’t know, Jackie Kennedy slips on it and never meets John Kennedy. What would happen?”

“Well...” The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her, “Just don’t drop your ice-cream then.” He tsked, “You humans love to think bad of everything don’t you.” The Doctor shook his head, “Can’t you just enjoy your ice-cream without worrying about what would happen if you step on a butterfly.”

Y/n gasped, “What would happen if I stepped on a butterfly? Would it re-write history? Would I fade away like Marty in Back to the Future.” She gasped, “Oh! Oh! Would-”

The Doctor placed his hand over her mouth, “It would die.” Giving her a pointed look before the two started walking again.

“I love butterflies.” she pouted.

The Doctor smiled, “Well, I have got just the thing to show you.” he took her hand and pulled her along.

“What is it?” Y/n laughed as he dragged her along.

The Doctor never answered, instead he picked up the pace until the two were sprinting back to the Tardis.

“Where are we going?” She asked as they entered the Tardis.

She was confused when the Doctor ignored the console and jumped down the stairs, “Come on.” he waved her over before he started down the corridor.

“Doctor?” Y/n shook her head before she ran after him.

Coming around the corridor she slowed to a stop as the Doctor was waiting outside a room with a smug smile on his face.

“This is one of my favourite rooms.” The Doctor grabbed the handle and turned it, opening the door for Y/n to step through.

Y/n smiled as she walked past the Doctor and into the room, “Oh. My. God.”

She was outside. Y/n was outside on a hill. A gentle breeze blew past her and the sky was a brilliant blue but being outside wasn’t the most amazing thing.

The grass stretched out for miles, they were currently standing on a large grassy hill and to the left of them was a large meadow.

There were butterflies everywhere. They were all different kinds, different species, all from different planets.

“What do you think?” The Doctor closed the door behind him and stood beside her.

Y/n’s jaw was on the ground, “I- You- Where-”

The Doctor laughed before he sat criss-crossed on the grass, tugging on her hand until she got the idea and sat beside him.

“This is amazing.” Y/n told him, “When did you get this?”

“Long time ago.” The Doctor lay back on the grass, stretching his legs out, “Just been adding to it over time.”

Y/n looked around trying to take in everything as fast as possible, “How many?”

The Doctor hummed as he also looked around, “Billions.” He didn’t take his eyes off her as she held out her finger and a butterfly fluttered onto it. She turned to him smiling brightly before looking back at the blue butterfly. It was a moment so perfect that he wished he could freeze it and visit it every day for the rest of his life.

“That is a Blue Adonis, only native in the Gardens of Papillion.” he pointed to the insect that was lazily fluttering its wings. “I remember a saying decades ago at the academy, how the beat of its wings in Mettula Orionsis caused a time storm in the Mutter’s Spiral.”

Y/n looked at the butterfly in amazement. How could something so small cause a time storm of all things?

“Do you want to know something else about them?” The Doctor sat up slowly so not to disturb the moment.

Y/n nodded eagerly.

He slowly reached out and took Y/n’s other hand and gently raised it, fanning out her fingertips, “They hate being alone.”

Y/n jumped as five more of the same species fluttered onto her fingers. “They always need company, not doing well on their own.”

Y/n smiled and turned to look at him, “Sounds like someone I know.”

The Doctor looked at her, really looked at her. Sitting on the grass, a small breeze blowing through her hair, her hands raised as six butterflies were happily perched on her fingers. Her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him.

How has he ended up here? Sitting in the Tardis, surrounded by butterflies, beside the kindest, most beautiful and most important human he’s ever met.

No longer able to help himself he leaned forward and cupped her face, pulled her towards him and crashed their lips together. The butterflies fluttered around their heads as he poured his soul into the kiss.

He continued to give her small kisses before resting his forehead against hers. Only two words coming to mind.

My butterfly.

#11th doctor #doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x y/n #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #eleventh doctor #doctor who x fem!reader #doctor who x y/n

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dansnaturepictures · 9 months

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Some blue butterflies I have enjoyed seeing this year, Holly Blue at Lakeside this week, Adonis Blue at Martin Down in May, Chalkhill Blue at Stockbridge Down on Monday and Silver-studded Blue at the Range, South Stack last month.

#photography #butterflies #blue butterflies #chalkhill blue #adonis blue #silver-studded blue #holly blue #nature #england #wales #uk #europe #beautiful #spring #summer

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tuiccim · 2 years

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Angelface

Pairing: Nomad Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+. Virginity loss, innocence kink, praise, pleasure dom, sex work, unprotected sex/exposure (wrap it before you tap it!.)

Word count: 4k

Summary: It just never happened for you and you were tired of being a virgin. You wanted experience and you wanted your first time to be good, so you hire one of the infamous madam, Lady Marmalade's gentlemen to introduce you to the world of sex.

A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Lady Marmalade Writing Challenge organized by @yarnforbrains. Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyfor beta reading for me. Lady Marmalade banner by @yarnforbrains. Moodboard and dividers by me.

Dedicated to my darling friend @mjolnir-steve.

You stood in the room you had been shown to and trembled as you waited. Clad in the lingerie you had bought for this night, you take slow breaths while casting your eyes around the room. It was opulent, as was everything in Lady Marmalade’s establishment, but this room was more muted than others you had seen. The king size bed was covered in a soft comforter with silken sheets underneath. Mahogany and green furniture were placed around the room and you wondered if anyone else had ever stood in the middle of it as you did, both scared and excited to be taking this step.

You had chosen carefully among the options for your first adventure. Nomad was described as a pleasure dom who was both gentle and firm. And it didn’t hurt that he was the most delicious looking man you had ever seen. Tall, dark blond, and muscular with a beard and beautiful blue eyes. You were excited to meet him, but when the knock on the door came the butterflies in your stomach worked double time.

“C-come in,” you called.

“Hi. I’m Nomad.”” The adonis that walked in was even larger than you expected and your eyes widened.

“Hi,” you shift uncomfortably.

Nomad steps into your space with an air of self-assurance that makes you feel small. His fingers tip your chin up to look you in the face. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Let’s go over the rules, okay?” His voice is mesmerizing and you find yourself nodding along.

He takes your hand and guides you to a large armchair where he sits. He looks up at you expectantly making you move towards the matching chair but he pulls you into his lap.

“Sit here, Angelface,” he says softly.

“Oh, okay,” you shift in his lap to get more comfortable.

“Careful. I’ll forget to go over the rules if you keep squirming like that.”

“I-I’m sorry!”

“I’m just kidding. Are you nervous, angel?”

“A little. I’ve never done this before.”

“Don’t worry. I'll make sure you enjoy it. First, we need to establish a safe word. Do you have one chosen?” Nomad asks.

“Is tulip okay?” you ask. You’d never had a safe word before but you had read about them and came up with one just in case he asked.

“Perfect. I read your sheet with your limits and preferences,” Nomad asks a few questions that you stammer replies to while he interlaces the guidelines for the night.

In all of his questions you never can quite bring yourself to admit the real reason you’re here. How do you tell him that you chose to lose your virginity in this way? You had come here in hopes that this would be a pleasant and pleasurable experience. You wanted your first time to be enjoyable since it wouldn’t be with someone special.

“You have me all night. When we’re done, would you like me to stay or leave?” Nomad asks. The question throws you off and you panic searching for the right answer. “Hey. It’s okay. You can decide later.”

“I think stay,” you reply tremulously.

“Okay. You can change your mind at any time. Now, I think that was everything we needed to go over,” Nomad smiles as his hand wanders up your thigh and caresses your hip. “Would you like to get started?”

You nod nervously and he captures your chin between his fingers and thumb.

“Words,” he says with a raised eyebrow.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” he stands with you in his arms and carries you to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he lays you on the silky sheets, unties the robe you wear, and pulls it open revealing the sexy yet innocent lingerie you have beneath. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

He pulls his shirt off and settles over you. His lips touch yours gently and when you respond, he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan lowly at the welcome intrusion and feel your body begin to tingle with anticipation. A moment later, his hands are kneading at your breasts and you feel his growing erection pressing against you. Then, suddenly, panic sets in. It was going too fast for you. You needed a minute. You needed more time. You push against his wide chest and try to pull away.

“No. Stop,” you whisper.

Nomad had heard those words slip past many women’s lips to encourage him to get rougher. He grabs your hands and hauls them over your head. His hips press into you harder. Burying his face in your neck, he chuckles, “Like it a little rough, huh, Angelface?”

“No. Please, stop. T- tulip!”

Before you can even entirely register his movement, Nomad is sitting at the end of the bed with his hands up in a non-threatening manner. You sit up, staring at him and breathing heavily.

After giving you a moment to calm, he asks, “Can you tell me what I did that you didn’t like? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize. If you aren’t completely comfortable with what we’re doing then we need to stop. You were right to use your safe word. What do you need, angel?”

“I…” you feel near tears at the moment. Shame welled up in you as you admitted to your lack of experience, “I’ve never done this before. Any of this.”

“Okay. Let me make sure I’m understanding you correctly. When you say you’ve never done this you mean sex?” Nomad cocks his head.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Tell me what you have experienced.”

“Um, kissing. Some p-petting. Over the clothes. I-” you’re so embarrassed you have trouble continuing.

“You? It’s okay, angel. There’s no judgment here. Tell me what it is you’re looking for.”

Exasperated with yourself and the situation, you blurt out, “I’m a virgin and I don’t want to be anymore. I just realized at this point it’s never going to happen the way I thought it would. I want to experience it and I want it to be good. I want to be introduced to it by someone who knows what they’re doing. But at the same time, I’m scared. I’m nervous because I don’t know what I’m doing and it was going so fast. I just wanted to go a little slower. I want to learn what I like and how to do things. I know it’s pathetic and I was scared to tell you before because what if you don’t want a client like that.”

Truth was, Nomad found your confession endearing. His heart went out to you but not out of pity. He was impressed and turned on by your adventurous spirit. He reined in his smile so you wouldn’t think he was laughing at you and explained, “It’s not pathetic. It’s actually pretty cool. It just never happened for you and instead of waiting for it, you found a way to have the experience for yourself the way you want it. I admire that.”

“Really?” you ask, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Really. And, truthfully, it’s hot to think I’ll be the first you ever experience those things with,” he slides closer to you, watching to make sure you didn’t shy away.

“Nomad, you-”

“Steve.”

“What?” you look at him curiously.

“My real name is Steve,” he explains.

Understanding that he was revealing a glimpse beyond the facade to make himself more real to you, you smile, “Steve. You, um, you don’t have to say that. I know it’s not exactly sexy.”

“I think you’re very sexy,” Steve smiles sweetly.

“You have to say that,” you demure.

“No, I don’t. Tell you what, I promise I won’t say anything I don’t mean as long as you promise to be honest with me about what you like and don’t.”

You lick your lips and nod.

“Words,” he whispers.

A thrill goes through you at the command spoken so gently, “Yes, agreed.”

“Good girl,” he says, causing another zephyr of pleasure to trill through you. “Can I touch you?”

Staring at him, you start to nod but then quickly breathe out a yes.

“Fast learner. I like that,” Steve caresses your face and swipes a thumb over your lips. “We’re going to take it slow and I’m going to check in with you as we go. I promise you, angel, I’m going to make sure you enjoy this. Use your safe word if you want me to stop. Tell me if there is something you don’t like. I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

“Yes,” the word comes out embarrassingly fast.

His lips caress yours in a gentle kiss. Pulling back, he looks at you for any apprehension before going back in for another kiss. You take the initiative to put your hand on his chest as your lips flirt with his and a little thrill goes through him. He's surprised at the way he’s reacting to you. He can always perform but he’s never felt this level of attraction or emotion with a client. Maybe it was your innocence or knowing the trust you were putting in him but he was enthralled.

As the kiss deepened, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you onto his lap. He hadn’t wanted to lay you back under him again until you were a little more comfortable. You melt into him, shifting in his lap to bring yourself closer.

“Little squirmer, aren’t you?” Steve whispers as he trails kisses down your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper nervously.

“I like it, angel,” his teeth scrape your skin sending a shiver through you. He pulls you more firmly against him and ruts his hips into you.

You release a small gasp when you feel his erection press against you. Steve pulls the strap of your negligee down your shoulder before pausing with his hand hovering above your breast, “Can I touch you here, angel?”

“Please,” you whisper. Your body is tingling in anticipation of his touch and when his thumb swipes over your nipple you let out a whimper and bury your face in his neck. You berate yourself for sounding so pathetically needy but you were already gushing, and by the time he got to your panties they would be soaked through.

“Don’t hide from me. You like that?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to lay you back and take this off of you. I want to be able to feel every inch of this soft skin."

You laid on the bed feeling vulnerable in only a pair of panties. Steve leans on his arm while trailing a hand back down to your breast. He kisses you with more intensity as his hand makes its way lower on your stomach until his fingertips brush your pantyline. You take a shuddering breath causing him to pull back in order to stare into your eyes, “Okay?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered, staring at him wide-eyed.

“Good girl,” he says as he kisses you again.

You whimper into the kiss when his hand brushes your folds. His finger traces your slit and then circles your clit making you moan. "That's it. Let me hear how good it feels."

Steve trails kisses down your neck and chest. When he reaches your breast, he flattens his tongue to give a long lick across your taunt nipple. Your back arches as a little cry escapes you. Encouraged, he does the same to your other side and then switches back and forth between the two making you writhe under him. His fingers had played over your clit making you feel incredibly warm and when he reached to pull the panties off of you, you had lifted up to oblige him.

His fingers rubbed over your clit a few more times and then slipped lower to press at your entrance. Your knees lifted just a bit signaling Steve that you wanted him to continue. He slid one finger into you and you let out a small cry as your sweet cunt seemed to pull him.

"Fuck, you feel good," he says. "Angelface, I want to go down on you."

You nod as you stare up at him, barely managing to whisper a yes.

"Normally, I'd use a dental dam but I want you to feel the warmth and wetness. And, truthfully, I really want to taste you. Is that okay? I've always used protection before and I'm tested regularly…"

"Yes. It's okay," your mind reels. He wanted to taste you? Fuck, that sounded so hot coming out of him. He trailed kisses down your stomach and your breathing picked up. When his lips hit your apex, you let out an exclamation, "Oh!"

"I'm just getting started, angelface," Steve says as he takes a long lick up your slit.

Your eyes slam shut and your head tips back as he works his tongue over you. Grabbing the sheets, you open your legs wider, finding the sensations almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. He works his finger in and out of you in time with his tongue over your clit, building you up expertly. Swirling his tongue in swift circles, all of Steve's concentration is on making this as good for you as possible. When you begin to tremble, your whimpers coming closer together, he knows you're approaching the precipice.

"Let go, angel. Come for me," he encourages before diving back in.

"Oh, fuck, oh, God," you whine before letting out a high pitch whimper as your orgasm breaks over you.

Steve works you through it making sure to pull every sweet sound and shudder from you. When you've come down, he kisses his way slowly back up to your lips. He smiles down at you and then stands to reach for the buttons on his pants but you put a hand out.

"C-can I do that?" You ask timidly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, angelface,” Steve watches enthralled as you glance up at him innocently and then concentrate on taking his pants off. You’re surprised when you realize he isn’t wearing underwear beneath them and take a quick breath as his length bobs in front of you.

Tentatively, you reach out to touch him before pulling your hand back, “Is it okay to touch you?”

Steve nods down at you.

Smirking, you raise an eyebrow and repeat what he had told you several times, “Words.”

Steve’s cock jumps at the sassy remark and he reaches down to squeeze your face with one hand, “I’m gonna let that go but get sassy with me again and some discipline will be in order. Now, touch me. However you want.”

A thrill goes through you at the authoritative way he speaks. Reaching out, you brush your fingertips over his hard length. The skin was surprisingly soft in contrast and you trail your fingers down him until you gently cup his heavy balls. His breathing picks up and you wrap your fingers around him to pump gently. Licking your lips, you watch as he twitches in your hand.

“That’s good,” Steve whispers. The sweet way you were studying him and then watching your tongue wet your lips as if they wanted to wrap around him made him nearly feral. He wanted to throw you back on the bed and bury himself in you but he held himself off allowing you to explore. A drop of precum beads the tip and, without a second thought, your tongue darts out to lap it up.

“Fuck!” Steve pulls away from you.

“I’m sorry! I should have asked! I’m so sorry!” you cry, terrified you had overstepped.

His chest is heaving and hands flex at his sides as his eyes bore into yours.

“I’ll…I’ll go,” You start to stand but are suddenly pushed back on the bed. Steve’s body covers yours and he kisses you fiercely. You gasp but wrap your arms around him. His knee wedges between your legs and you know he can feel your wetness as you grind against his thigh.

“Fuck, fuck. Jesus,” Steve exclaims as he rolls off you and onto his back. He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes as he breathes deeply. You stare at him in confusion and when he finally turns to look at you, his gut clenches. “I’m sorry, angelface. It’s okay. Everything’s fine.”

“I don’t understand what just happened.”

“When, that… fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and all I wanted to do was bury my cock as deep in you as I could. I had to stop myself and calm down before I did something stupid. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please,” you whisper, “please hurt me. I want this. I want you.”

“Angel, you can’t say things like that. I’m gonna combust,” Steve groans.

You take a moment to consider and then throw a leg over to straddle him. You rub yourself against his cock, “Please, please, Steve.”

“Fuck, let me put a condom on.”

“Do you have to? Can I feel you just this one time? Please,” you can barely contain yourself. You were so ready to sink down on him, to finally feel what it’s like to be full and fucked.

“Go slow, angelface. I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans as his hands grip your hips.

It was awkward for a moment while you try to position him at your entrance until he reaches to help and then you let out a whimper as you feel his head press in. He watched you, every look that flashed across your face as you slowly worked him in. Fuck, he could come just watching you on top of him. The stretch was intense at first and a few bites of pain hit you.

“Wait right there,” he commands when you pause and wince. His thumb rubs over your clit and he talks to you as he builds you up. “You look so fucking hot on top of me. You licked my cock earlier and I nearly lost my mind. Couldn’t wait to get inside you and then when I try to hold myself off, you climb right on top and go after what you want. Fuck, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Look at me. Look in my eyes. I want you to come. I’m not going to let you move until you do and I can tell you want to. You want to ride my cock while I’m playing with you so you can know what it feels like but not yet. First I want you to come and clench around my cock. You can do it for me, angelface.”

His words push you over the edge and you come with a cry, clenching around his cock as your body cries out for more of him. You begin to move again, the pain a distant memory already. Your body welcomes him and you can’t find it in yourself to care about anything but the meeting of your bodies.

“Good girl. That made it easier, huh? Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Oh, God, Steve! I didn’t know. It feels so good. Fuck,” you whine as you move and within a few seconds you come again, squeezing his cock.

Steve’s face is in a grimace as he holds himself back from coming inside of you. When you’ve come down, he grabs you and flips you under him. His hips make slow circles against you, rubbing your clit with his V and making you lift your legs to draw him even closer. He kisses you deeply, his tongue pressing into your mouth before he pulls back to press his forehead against yours.

“I’ll be right back, angel. I’m gonna slip a condom on. You’re making it hard to hold myself back.”

“Okay,” you whisper. You watch him slip out and you immediately miss the stretch of his cock in you. You didn’t think it would be this good. The way he talked to you, the way he moved, everything about him made you feel so incredibly comfortable and turned on.

When he came back to the bed, your bodies fit together so naturally that you could swear he had already memorized you. He kissed you and gently pressed in again.

“Oh, God,” you whimpered.

“Feel good, angelface?”

“Yes. I…” you trail off.

“You what? Talk to me,” Steve stares into your eyes.

“I want more,” you feel your face heat, unsure how to express yourself.

“More what?”

“I want to come with you inside me again. I… I want you to come.”

“Angel! Fucking hell, you’re so hot and so sweet,” Steve rains praises down on you as he moves a little faster. He builds you up with kisses and praise. His cock hits the sweet spot inside you and then he presses down on your mound as he fucks into you harder. Your eyes fly wide and you cry out as your body spasms and squirts.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. So fucking good for me,” Steve groans out the words as he comes hard. He collapses, rolling you both on your sides and pulls you against him. When your breathing returns to normal, he smiles at you, “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Me, too,” you reply and then giggle.

Steve laughs, charmed by this playful side of you, “I can do better.”

And he did. He spent the next few hours tutoring you, with drink breaks and conversation in between. He had you on your back, your belly, all fours, on top, and standing in the shower. When you finally passed out in his arms, after he utterly exhausted you, he smiled as he buried his face in your hair to sleep.

Waking up several hours later, sunlight streaming in through the windows, you felt his cock pressed against you from behind as he spooned you.

“Good morning,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder.

“Good morning,” you smiled.

“Can I have you one more time, angelface? Please?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer. You feel him roll away and then hear the crinkle of a wrapper. A second later, he’s pressed against your back and his hand slides down to the apex of your legs. You intake a sharp breath when he brushes your folds and guides his cock inside of you.

“Are you okay? Are you sore?” He pauses.

“A little but I’m okay. Please don’t stop.”

He’s incredibly gentle. His hips slowly working his cock in and out of you. You reach back to pull his face into your neck. You close your eyes and relish in the feel of him and the pleasure he gives. You had more orgasms than you thought was possible the night before and you were surprised when he was able to build you up again so easily.

“It’s so good, Steve. It’s so good,” you sob.

“I know, angel. Fuck, you feel so good. Are you going to come for me again, pretty girl? Huh? I need to feel you coming around me again. Now, be a good girl and come for me. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes, yes!” you tremble as your orgasm overtakes you. The praise gave you almost as much pleasure as his talented cock and fingers.

“Good girl. Such a good, fucking girl,” Steve shudders as you milk him with your orgasm.

A little later, you’re dressed and ready to leave. Steve watches you with melancholy. He had never had an experience like the night before and he was already craving your body again but he also had enjoyed your mind. Conversation and laughter had flown easily between the two of you and he found himself hoping. Kissing you, he smiles and says, “You’ll come back to see me, won’t you? I have more to teach you.”

You smile at him and nod before kissing him one last time and slipping out of the room. You felt bad for lying to him. You knew yourself and you wouldn’t be able to stop from falling for the man that had shown you such kindness, gentleness, and pleasure. After all, you had accomplished your goal. Glancing back at the man watching you from the top of the stairs, you felt like crying knowing you’d never see him again.

Part Two

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peachesofteal · 1 year

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Witchling / Chapter 1

I have actual work I'm supposed to be doing but here we are.

Morpheus/reader 2.5k words Warnings: E for Explicit, Minors DNI. Explicit sex, fingering, creampie (in this economy?), creampie eating, NO HEA, angst, sweet then sour, Morpheus kind of manhandles you. You try to stay away from other magical beings, on principle.

“Can I help you?” the man standing in the middle of The New Inn seems completely lost. He looks around at the faces in the room, before stepping towards where you stand behind the bar.

“I am looking for someone.” He tells you. His voice is hypnotic. You catch yourself staring at him before you quickly look away. Something on the tip of your nose tingles. It’s the feeling you get when there’s magic nearby, and you study the strange man more intently. He’s different.

“Who? Maybe I know them?”

“His name is Hob Gadling.” His blue gray eyes catch yours, turning to face you fully, and your breath leaves in a whoosh. He’s beautiful.

“Ah, the professor.” You collect yourself with a nod. “He’s over this way.” You drop your rag and lead the man towards a back room, where Hob sits next to a roaring fireplace. “Let me know if you need anything!” you call over your shoulder as you make your way back to the bar.

“Heterochromia.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your eyes.” He answers, gaze not leaving your face. It’s startling. You glance at Hob over the shoulder of this stranger. He gives you a weird grimace as if to say, ‘sorry, my mate here is a bit weird’.

“Thanks, poppet.” Hob interrupts as the strange man is about to open his mouth again and slides a bill across the sleek wood grain of the bar. You toss it in the tip bucket behind you with a grin.

“My pleasure, professor. Sir.” You hesitate on the last word, unsure.

“Morpheus.” The name falls over you with a shiver. Morpheus. He’s magic, for sure. Just the sight of him tells you he’s not of this realm. But who is he? And what?

“Morpheus.” You repeat it back to him, and he gives you an approving nod. Hob pulls him away to settle in a booth far in the corner, but he turns to look back at you once more before sitting. You can’t help but stare at him, he’s captivating.

“Aristotle called it heteroglaucos.” You whirl from where you’re placing pints into the dishwasher.

“You’re back.” You wipe your hands on a towel as you approach him from the other side of the bar.

“I am.”

“Another round?” you reach for two glasses, clinking them together accidentally.

“Yes.”

“Same thing?” He hesitates, looking towards where Hob is sitting.

“Yes.” You pour the beers, trying to nonchalantly study him out of the corner of your eye. You place them on the bar and tell him the total. He blinks at you. You repeat yourself, eyebrows raised, nose tingling again. He looks back towards Hob again, who is rising from his seat.

“Hob will purchase them.” You begin to explain that the professor doesn’t pay, but he collects the beers from the bar and walks off. Hob steps up, slightly exasperated.

“Professor, your friend is uh…”

“Odd.” He finishes for you. You laugh out loud, the sound reverberating above the commotion in the bar. The professor’s friend, Morpheus, turns in the middle of the floor to look at you. Your cheeks heat as you feel his gaze on your body. “Don’t worry about him. He’s harmless.” He winks, and then slides you another bill for ‘your trouble’.

“So, Morpheus.” He’s standing next to the end of the bar as he waits for the professor, who stepped outside to take a call. “It’s Greek, yeah?” He regards you curiously before answering.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“That’s cool.” Morpheus smiles at you. It’s small, only the very corners of his mouth tilt upwards, but it fills you with butterflies. Jesus. This man is like a modern day Adonis. With a weird Hades vibe. It’s hot, you decide. Very hot.

Of course, they’re the last two when it’s time to close. You can’t be too mad. It’s Hob, after all.

“All set?” Hob and Morpheus stand at the front door, waiting for you as you pull on your denim jacket. You wished you had brought something warmer. It’s blustery out, a bitter winter cold that cuts into your bones. You hate the cold. Hob catches your eye as you give them both a thumbs up. The professor always waits for you at the end of the night if he’s here, ensuring that you lock up okay and at least leave the parking lot safely. It’s very sweet. You’ve definitely worked for worse owners.

You fit the key into the locks as they stand away from you, voices soft as they murmur to one another. You turn silently, taking the opportunity to watch them. They speak with familiarity, warmth bleeding into their tones as they exchange words, the professor chuckling softly.

“So, soon then?” he asks.

“Perhaps.” Morpheus answers.

“You know where to find me.” Hob says.

“Indeed.” Morpheus turns to you. “Hob has informed me you live nearby.” You glance at the professor with wide eyes. “I would like to walk you home.” What. Your stomach flips. Hob gives an encouraging shake of the head, winking as he turns his back to trek over to his apartment. You gulp. It’s not ideal, seeing as you were raised to keep your distance from any other magical beings. The professor is an exception of course, as rare as they come. However, you can’t find it in you to rebuff him. You give Morpheus a feeble grin in agreement.

“You are cold.” He observes, no doubt noticing that hands that are shoved in your pockets, your shoulders that are shaking in the frigid air. You shrug. “It was warmer out, during the day. I didn’t think it’d be this cold at night.” You try to explain for the lack of preparedness. He frowns, and then begins shucking off his coat with haste. “Oh, oh no. I couldn’t.” you push a shivering hand out to him, a signal to stop, but he ignores you. “I insist.” He holds it out for you, motioning for you to slide your arms into the sleeves. You’re blushing like an idiot as you turn into it, and his hands linger on your shoulders a moment longer than necessary.

“Some cultures once held the belief that heterochromia signified the afflicted was a witch.” He says casually. Oh shit.

“Well, that’s pretty silly.” Your voice wavers, only slightly, but you know he can hear it. You clear your throat and attempt to change the subject.

“So, have you known Hob long then?”

“For many years.” His fingers brush against yours. Just the singular touch, and you can feel warmth pooling deep inside you. “Many centuries, in fact.” he glances at you, and you look at him with wide eyes. I knew I smelled magic.

“You’re like Hob?” you supposed that made sense. After all, the professor did give you the same kind of tingly feeling on your magic-dar. Maybe not as intense, but still equitable. You slow to a stop in front of your door.

“Yes.” His chin tilts slightly, exposing some of the skin under his jaw. It’s smooth, nearly as white as snow. He looks down at you, pillowy lashes fluttering against his skin, pink lips curving into a smile. You return it tenfold, the butterflies in your stomach thrashing violently. “And what are you like?” he steps closer. You can feel his breath in your hair, and your nose is tingling so much it could be on fire.

“I- um. I’m nothing.” Yikes. You stifle a groan. Real convincing. Fingers stroke down your cheek to grasp your jaw, tilting your head up towards where his lips hover just above yours.

“I believe you are more than nothing, witchling.” Stunned, you sputter, and then he’s pressing his lips to yours, face cradled between his hands. Your eyes fly open with shock, and then close just as fast, melting into the kiss. It’s fervent, and he breathes in your whimper as he parts your lips with his tongue.

By the time you make up the stairs, he’s already peeled both jackets, your shirt and pants off you, while also losing his own pants, his shirt, and his shoes. He bends you over the bed, your back arched, his fingers slipping across your ribcage and beneath your thong, dipping into the wetness that waits for his touch. You stare up at him nearly dumbfounded. He’s porcelain, flawless, chiseled like a perfect piece of marble.

“Fuck.” You hiss, and your cunt clenches around the finger that thrusts into you. He plays you perfectly, like a lover you’ve held forever, like a musician and his favorite instrument.

“You are ready.” His mouth murmurs against the dampening hair against above your ear. You make a noise in your throat that sounds like yes, hands pulling at him. He folds your thighs apart, moving your knees towards your chest, opening you up for him to take, to own. Your magic flutters in your chest, reaching for him, for whatever it is that crawls under his skin. His hand pins one of your wrists above your head, and he stops for a moment, holding himself still. Something flickers across his face as he peers down at you. A hint of sadness. A whisper of longing. As soon as it comes, it goes, and his teeth nip into the curve of your jaw, before he’s thrusting into you, filling you to the hilt, grinding himself into the heat of your cunt.

“Oh my god.” you choke, your spine curving as your body reacts to being stuffed full of magical cock.

“I am no god, little one.” He says from above you, voice proud, eyes glinting in the dark. His mouth sweeps across yours softly for a brief moment, and then he begins to fuck you. Hard.

He fucks like a god, though. His fingers stroke your clit as he plunges his cock into your cunt over and over, your body trembling as you rocket towards your orgasm, your magic bubbling over inside of you, a celestial high filling your body with the power of a nova. Your skin erupts with light as you come, shining like a star in the night. He rears back, holding your hips firm with one hand, the other still stroking your too sensitive clit.

“My eyes have seen many things, witchling. But a woman glowing beneath me as she comes on my cock is certainly new.” You shudder.

He shifts your body, thrusting deeper, pushing his cock against your cervix, and you cry out into his neck, tongue tasting the silk of his skin. He moves inside of you frantically, muscles hard against the softness of your body. “Where?” he grits out, and the image of him filling you with his come flashes in your mind. Your walls clench, and he mutters a curse in another language.

“Inside me. You can you come inside me. I have a IUD.” You whisper, fingers tightening in his hair. He pounds into your cunt relentlessly until he’s gasping, mouth formed into a small O as he hovers above you, flooding you with his warmth.

You heave a sigh as he pulls out, lips skating down from your mouth to hover just above your cunt, long white fingers splayed across your lower belly.

“Be still. I wish to know the taste of myself as it spills out of you.” You don’t even get a word out before you feel his lips against you folds, tongue plunging inside of you, swirling where he’s mixed with you. He moans, sucking and flicking his tongue until he’s bringing you to another blinding orgasm.

It’s the creak in the floorboard that wakes you.

“Morpheus?” you call out to the dark, hand stretching across the bed. It’s empty. You frown as you leave your room, pulling on a too big sweater and flicking on the hall light. “Morpheus?” you call again. Maybe he left? It wouldn’t be the first time someone fucked you and then left in the middle of the night. Your nose tingles in the direction of the study.

When you open the door, your jaw drops.

Morpheus stands in the middle of the room, your family’s book of shadows in one hand. Your family’s precious, ancient, secret grimoire. The spell book that was written by your ancestors, was inherited by you, that was bound with your blood for its protection.

“What are you doing with that?” you ask. How did he find it? When he looks up at you, you’re surprised to see his eyes clouded and cold. His other hand holds a leather pouch. “Morpheus.” You call his name, and your feet hesitate on the threshold of the room.

“Were you aware there are spells in here that can imprison an Endless?”

“What? No. What is an Endless?” You reach for his arm. “Morpheus, what-“

“Do not touch me.” You step backwards, reeling from the rejection, and shocked at the feel of the pure power pulsing from him. “I was once imprisoned by such a spell.”

“What? My family would never imprison someone.” You protest. He scoffs.

“You are all the same.” What? Who is ‘you’? You motion to the book, hands shaking.

“Morpheus. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I need that back. It’s my family’s. It’s mine. It’s enchanted with my blood, I can’t-“ your voice falls away when he opens his coat, sliding the grimoire inside. You notice immediately the inside of his coat is not a coat at all, but a galaxy. A night sky, shining with stars. You startle, reaching out to grab for the book when his fingers curl around your wrist, squeezing. It doesn’t hurt, but you hiss anyway.

“Stop!” you shriek, and he uses your arm to push you away from him before releasing you.

“I thank you for making this easier than I anticipated, witch.” Witch. The word slaps you across the face. The trauma of your early years falls over you with ease, the teasing, the taunting, the pain. The insults and physical violence that was applied to you so liberally casts a shadow over your youth that you still live in, to this day.

“Easier than you anticipated?” you ask him, the desperation of the confusion you feel bleeding into your voice. “Wait.” Pieces start to click together one by one as you solve the puzzle. “You planned this?” He leers at you, giving no response, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a face so thunderous. You watch as he reaches into the pouch, pinching something between his thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, there’s a tornado of sand in the study, whirling at his feet, slowly evaporating him, and the book, into thin air. “NO!” you scream, running towards where he was once standing, but it’s useless. He’s gone, and it’s gone with him, just like that. You slump on the floor, the burning ache inside of you sizzling alive at the loss of the spell book. It incinerates your bones, traveling through your body as you scream into the carpet. The enchantment sears your flesh, the skin on your arms and hands melting away as if you were halfway inside a furnace. You collapse completely, face falling into the floor, body writhing in pain. Above the scorching ache, something else rings true. He planned this. You sob loudly. He used you. Your mind grows hazy, and all you can see as you drift off into unconsciousness is the image of his face, filled with unadulterated rage.

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