Dakota Johnson Photographed ByEmily Assiran At The Sundance Film Festival - January 2023

Dakota Johnson photographed by Emily Assiran at the Sundance Film Festival - January 2023

The journey back had been long and hard. Not physically, but mentally. Every day now, his mind struggled and warred with what he had seen, what he had done. What he had lost, and what he would never get back. Yet his mind found it hard to process these things, and drew itself more inward than ever before. It had made him the subject of much ridicule, which added to his numbness. Even when returning from years and years of war, he was ever silent, having not spoken a word in over three years now.

Yet, one thing in this world had gotten to him, had pierced this shell of hurt and confusion. This thing was what had led him to the forest. He had been looking at her ever since he got back, and hadn't gotten her out of his mind. He had followed her from a distance, and had observed her as she hummed and hopped through the grass and trees. The closer he got, the easier he was to see, until he was spotted by the girl. Her question half registered to him, but no response came. Not even an outward change in his body language. Instead, the 2.10 metre tall tower of muscle approached her at a steady pace, only slowing when he was right in front of her. He stopped when he was right in front of her. Grunting, he looked down at what she was carrying, not sure why she was holding it. Large hands reached down and took these objects from her, putting them to the side carefully. Standing back up straight, he looked her closely in her eyes. Thick, strong fingers brushed over her cheek, while his heavy breathing blew down on her like an unusually strong wind. The more he touched her, the more his breathing intensified. He wanted her. He needed her. While one hand was playing with her hair, the other reached for her mouth, as if to push it open just slightly. After touching her tenderly, his strong arms suddenly wrapped around her and pulled her close, beginning to squeeze her against himself. His head leaned down, resting on top of hers as he lifted her off the ground. He was beginning to pant, and down below, a crotch was beginning to grow even larger.

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the last rays of the sun in the sky were disappearing over the horizon, casting shadows across the woods she was going deeper and deeper into. What little was left of it cast the forest in the ever-soft, warm glow of orange and red, adding a nearly magical tint to the world around her as Anna continued on down her path. A wicker basket hanging from the crook of her left elbow as the brunette made her way deeper into the forest, humming a song under her breath to keep her company. It was the night before a feast would take place, a celebration for the return of their warriors from war - the men who found their way home after such a long, long time away. A time of victory, a time to mourn the ones they had lost and cherish the ones that survived. The cooks would need to prepare food, the healers needed herbs for salves and draughts - and that was just one of the little things Anna could help with.

Her steps gentle and swift, making next to no sound as the brunette travelled through the well-known paths and gathered what she could to bring back to the village - herbs, mushrooms, berries, a little bit of anything and everything. But as she rose from a crouch, green eyes falling upon a tall, large silhouette just in front of her. Watching her. Anna stood still for a moment, her humm stopping in her throat as a wave of surprise washed over her --- but there was no fear. NO. Weirdly enough, and possibly very stupidly, she felt no fear. Not in front of Him. "What are you doing here?" The woman dared to ask, taking a few steps onward along her path, though not daring to look away from him as he kept on watching her in return "I thought you would rest with the others after the long journey."

Unexpected (semi)hiatus

I'm sorry to say this, but due to unexpected personal circumstances, I need to cut down on this writing hobby of mine. This means I'll be on here quite little (not that I was very active lately anyway), if at all. IMs I might still respond to, but then you know why the writing on here is so sparse.

Sorry about this, but I thought it better than ghosting y'all. Take care!

REBLOG THIS if you are into/open to writing smut plots involving more extreme kinks and/or have next to no triggers when it comes to plots including kinks like dub/noncon, verbal humiliation, traditional gender roles, watersports, fisting, and other taboo/gross kinks.

( Understandably, these are just a few kinks that most people are uncomfortable with writing, for perfectly valid reasons. This post is for the writers that don’t have those same issues, who are looking for writing partners with similar preferences. )

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