The Archers

Independent & selective rp blog. NSFW & DD:dne heavy. Mun & muses 25+ This is a sideblog. Note that it is very unlikely that I'll follow you at all, and that if I do, it will be from a different blog.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Independent roleplay blog. Selective. NSFW & DD:dne heavy.

Mun is 25+, she/her, lives in Europe and works fulltime.

This is a sideblog. Note that it is very unlikely that I'll follow you at all, and that if I do, it will be from a different blog.

. starters / muses / rules / links / plots / opposites .

[museinzpo]

Madelaine Petsch

[dailygingerheads]

MADELAINE PETSCH. Vogue World.

[tay-swifts]

THEO JAMES For Dolce & Gabbana Campaign (May 15, 2025)

[sudaul]

[ayyildiz]

[thearcherbrothersx]

@nottheemuse

[seraphrain]

i’ve said it once & i’ll say it again: men who eat you out until THEYRE done are evil & i love every single one of you

[thelovejournals]

“I think it’s hard for you to fall in love because you like control, and you can’t control what another person does or feels, so you keep all your cards.”

— Tarryn Fisher,  F*ck Love

[diaryoftemptation]

[thearcherbrothersx]

@nottheemuse

[superstarrrrgirl-deactivated202]

i don’t like “til death do us part” cause why would death part us??? u are mine in death and every life after this

[thearcherbrothersx]

@pruricnt

[pruricnt]

The train rattled back and forth methodically. The flickering of lights only momentarily obscuring the intense eye contact between her and Emmanuel. He’d followed her onto the train; the weeks of ducking him and his calls resulting in pent up anger that wasn’t quelled by her promises to pay him within the next couple of days. Her nose was still pouring blood from how hard he smashed her up against the glass. Her eyes slowly became circled in black, her ribs aching with every inhale leaving her slumped over the seat next to her. The attack was ferocious and unfortunately for her this part of town had no heroes jumping to her rescue. As the train screeched to a stop Emmanuel stood up and grabbed her face. “I took it easy on you, you stupid cunt. I got guys that pay good money for a redhead and I know you’ll be a good earner. Get me my fucking money.” Once more he grabbed her by her hair and smashed her back against the seat before he turned and left her to her thoughts. Alone in the cart Circe shifted uncomfortably, her body deeply aching. Before the encounter she had been on her way home but the way she had been attacked had her second guessing going home alone. More so had her angry beyond words. Not many people had put their hands on her anymore, at this point in her life she had only accepted abuse from one person and even that hadn’t gone well the last time she’d seen him. Circe skipped her stop. Then the next. And the next. Her body moved on its own accord, her ego was still wounded from the last time she’d seen Garreth and she had no earthly idea why her her subconscious chose to find him, especially when it had been months since their last encounter, but she didn’t fight it. Slowly and painfully she made it to his door. Circe hesitated for a moment, images the cage she had been locked in flashed in her mind giving her enough pause to consider just going home and riding it out. She knocked anyways. When he answered she attempt to stand up straighter but immediately she visibly winced. Weakened to her circumstances she finally released her hold on her pride just a little bit. “….i need some help…” her words came out softly as if she was choking on her ego. She hated it.

@thearcherbrothersx

[thearcherbrothersx]

Garreth wasn't often home this time of day. A lot of his dealings took place at night, which meant he was often out and about ( usually lingering at one of his clubs ) at this hour. So she was damned lucky that he hadn't felt inclined to be available to anyone tonight. She was also damned lucky that he was home alone - even the maid had left for the day. So Garreth was in a better mood than usual, having spent most of the day indulging in whatever fucking pleased him, when there was a subtle beep of his alarm system, letting him know that someone was headed up the elevator. He'd made his way to the entrance, and the camera outside had helped him identify the would be intruder before her dainty hand had even brushed the reinforced surface of the extra door. A security measure, more than anything, considering the elevator wouldn't let anyone up who hadn't already been vetted.

And so he opened the door before her second knock, mossy green hues catching on the colour blooming across the bridge of her nose, around the set of her eyes, the dried blood coating the lower half of her face. She was an absolute mess; clearly, their time apart ( rather, her stubborn inclination to deny her own dependence on him ) hadn't done her any favours. After a few seconds of quiet assessment, Garreth pushed the door open for her to enter, stepping aside without comment. Only once the door had clicked shut behind her, the alarm system kicking back in, did he speak, the deep rumble of his voice like frozen steel; cold and unbending.

"Who did this to your face? I want a name."

[nottheemuse]

Exhaling, the sound a small huff, Cora’s legs sliding apart easily for him, another wistful little sigh following closely after. A strange edge to his voice hadn’t been lost on her, but then it was gone in the next moment, and she assumed she’d imagined it. “Safety first.” She repeated softly, though that quiet tone was broken by her laughter at the question he leveled at her. Honestly, it took her by surprise that he’d cared enough to mention it, especially at a time like this, when she assumed that their thoughts were veering toward something far more interesting. How funny that he’d only been there a few hours and he’d noted that - though it wasn’t really a surprise. While she’d never been concerned with brands, she had always been conscious of her style and in his presence she’d always dressed her best, typically in a skirt or dress, outside of athleisure wear when appropriate. 

Her amusement died down, and she gave another small nod, her thumb stroking small circles against his arm. “Yes, I suppose I do.” There was no guessing about it, she knew she did. There was the context of growing up in a town with kids whose parents were raised with her mom; the way some guys in school would tell her lewd things their fathers had said about her late mother, jeering and implying a desire to repeat history with her; The attention grown men in town had given her, considering the fact that her father wouldn’t step in to protect her. Not to mention the comments her own father had made about her body that had left her scared and unable to sleep.

Cora didn’t go into all of those details, shrugging a shoulder, she offered, “Alston isn’t the type of place you normally get out of, most of the folks who live there are people I grew up with. So it’s easier for me.” And Caleb, which was one really big push for her desire to fly under the radar there. “More comfortable.” Not the clothing, but the security that came from being concealed, a more muted version of herself. “‘Cause some of those guys still like to run their mouths when they see me in town.” She always felt dramatic bringing it up, so she rarely did. Though, she figured it would be different now, especially if they were going to be more public facing with their relationship. “Obviously, if you’re visiting, or… if it will matter to you even when you aren’t there, I’ll dress how I normally do at home with you when I’m there.”

[thearcherbrothersx]

Her amusement was met with a slightly arched brow; not exactly reprimanding, no hard lines on his features to make it come off as such. Instead, a tiny twitch of his lips might even indicate that he recognised the ridiculousness of the question in their current situation. Even so, the point was to keep her mind occupied, to keep her thinking of anything but the fact that they were sitting on a plane. He let out a faint hum of contemplation when she finally spoke though, head shifting a little to the side as his fingers wandered higher on the inside of her thigh, following the path of the inseam towards its peak. "I see..." he mused quietly, fingers pausing as the pensive pressure of his bright gaze lingering on her for a moment longer. Then he voiced his conclusion, "You're trying to avoid attention." The words settled like a tangible weight in the air, a slight crease forming between Declan's brows as he thought over the implications; whatever she wasn't saying.

"It matters," he told her then, gaze drawn to the seat belt sign above them at the tiny beep that informed him the plane was officially in the air. "Especially since I have no intention of letting you go back there without me anytime soon." Clicking his own seat belt open, he pulled both coat and suit jacket off. "But I'd like to make sure you're comfortable, my darling." Discarding both items beside him on the couch, he reached across her and clicked her seat belt open as well. "So I'm going to need the names of anyone who might be an issue." Preferably before he got a chance to experience any of these issues himself. Tapping her thigh lightly with the tips of a few fingers, he allowed a wry little smile to pull at his lips. "Now, time to take your clothes off for me, kitten. Every stitch."

[pruricnt]

Avery sank down into the Divan. Her chest still heaving from exertion, her brow sticky from sweat and blood. The woman, that woman lay on the floor in a pool of her own thick and slowly spreading blood. She had been wearing a dress. One that Avery hadn't necessarily cared for when Emilia had sent the pictures of Aaron and her smiling and, nearly, cuddled up at a rather elegant restaurant. Though she had to admit now that it was on, even though it was far below Avery's standards, it was more comfortable than she'd expected. The anger still lingered with her. How could Aaron do this to her? With this woman? Someone so... boring. It was insult on top of injury. He said he loved her, that they were meant to be with each other and yet he had seemingly replaced her so quickly. It had never been in Avery's nature to kill but as soon as she'd seen the picture it was a blur of decisions up to now. She could still hear her screams and taste the spray of blood. Now she waited. The silence heavy with tension as she waited for Aaron. The text she sent from the woman's phone was sweet, it expressed her disappointment with ending the night so early and left an invitation for him to come spend a little more time with her in a more private location. Her house. The door was open and she was waiting for him. In the back of Avery's mind she didn't think he'd do it. Or at least she hoped he wouldn't. After all, Aaron and Avery were meant for each other. This cheap whore wasn't anything compared to her. Yet, the front door opened and the light flicked on revealing the entirety of the brutal scene. Avery stared at the body, tense with fury. "This is what you want, yes?" She asked slowly, flicking her eyes up to him. "Cheap. Boring. A whore. THIS is what you want??"

@thearcherbrothersx

[thearcherbrothersx]

Aaron had been a one woman man ever since he'd first met Avery. She was endgame for him, and had been ever since he'd first laid eyes on her. So him going out with Chelsea had been more an effort to shut up his friends than an attempt to pursue anything real with the other woman. He was still quietly seething, still subtly keeping tabs on Avery ( to the point of tracking her new phone's GPS ). It was also the reason he'd dropped the other woman off with barely a peck on the cheek ( despite her attempt to get him through the door ). Had he taken her somewhere he knew Avery's friends frequented? yes. Might it have been part of the reason he took her there? couldn't be ruled out.

He'd made it home, and been surprised to note Avery's location on the map lighting up his computer. Partly convinced it was a glitch of some sort, he'd stared at the screen for a while, scratching at the short, well-kempt hairs adorning his jaw, contemplating, musing to himself. But then that text had hit his phone, and suddenly everything seemed a whole lot clearer; even if Chelsea had been trying to get him through the door, there was no way she'd lower herself enough to make a second attempt via text after he'd gone home. And that didn't leave a whole lot of different conclusions for his sharp mind to draw.

Naturally, he'd picked himself out of his chair and he'd made his way back to Chelsea's place, unsure what he'd find outside of Avery. That feeling persisted as he let himself inside, quietly sliding the door shut behind him as the lights flickered to life. Two steps carried him from the door to what was apparently the living room. And there he paused, lingering in the doorway. Dark hues took in the scene before him, slowly gliding from the half naked corpse of tonight's date to the woman currently wearing her dress, flawless skin a canvas covered in splatters of crimson. He was quiet, his features inexpressive as he met the fury in her pretty eyes.

Then, slowly, a low rumble bloomed in his chest, filling the space between them as it surfaced in a sinister chuckle. "Yeah, baby," he purred then, tone low before he licked his lips, "This is exactly what I want." Ever so slowly, his lips stretched into a wicked smile, eyes trailing down her seated form as he took a step into the room. "Look at you," another step, eyes darkening as they settled back on hers, "covered in blood for me, you little psycho." Suppressing a shudder, her took another step towards her, itching to touch her, to lick the blood off her skin. "You're such a fucking sight right now."

[theojamesunofficial]

Theo James for Range Rover Sport Campaign

[menstars]

[nottheemuse]

The idea of something more impressive was hard to wrap her mind around, and as soon as she thought she was close to figuring even a piece about him out, he said something like that, so casually reminding her how much she still had to learn. The mention of a trip was bittersweet - she had already cancelled her flights to Beijing, just needed to cancel a few tours still - though the thought barely registered as a flicker on her face, easy enough to let go as soon as it had come. The reason was worth everything to her, after all, and she was settling into the thought that finally going would be as simple as asking Declan for it. And maybe that wasn’t so bad. 

She was distracted by the way he shepherded up the stairs, through the interior, being so painstakingly careful with her. Sitting, she tilted her head, just barely, studying his face as he clipped her belt, murmuring another soft, “Thank you.” As Declan settled in next to her, she turned her attention  to the attendant, giving a polite smile, and a soft nod when the woman glanced at her. His hand on her leg sent a shock through her system, like a little bit of a reset, and she let out a soft sigh, dropping a hand to his arm, brushing his fingers against the fabric of his jacket.

“They were the best option I had.” Vintage, dark-washed denim that hugged her curves. She’d dug them out of a box of her things in the garage. In an effort to something a little more feminine on for him, she’d paired them with a ribbed heather gray, cashmere sweater.  “My packing job was a mess.” A soft admission of her emotional state when she’d left, trying to admit that she hadn’t been thinking clearly. How could she have been? How could she ever think that leaving had been the answer? “It won’t happen again, I promise.” A gentle tease, grinning as the hand on his arm stilled. It never took much from him to shift her frame of mind, and after what felt like so long away from him, the deep desire for him that burnt in her belly was already there, bright and undeniable. She was in no rush, though, waiting for his direction, trying her best to restrain herself. “I’ll take ‘em off whenever you’re ready, Master.”

[thearcherbrothersx]

"Yes, I'm aware." A low hum of thoughtful agreement, like her words gave him cause to ponder, found its way into the air between them, but Declan's features remained habitually unaffected by whatever took place inside his head. "The maids took notice." His fingers trailed languidly up and down the length of her thigh, tracing the inner seam of her jeans as the plane picked up speed along the airstrip. It wasn't cold, the tone of his voice, but there was something a little harder in it, something undefinable and definitely new - not dominant; it was nothing like the tone of command he'd so often take with her. "I know, darling," he told her then when she promised it wouldn't happen again, tone soft once more, like that hardness had never even been there to begin with. His eyes fell to the watch now safely attached to her wrist again, and he let out a gentle breath, quiet for a moment.

The plane was in the air now, quickly rising through the clouds towards the right altitude, and his gaze shifted back to his own hand on her thigh. "When we're stabilised," he instructed quietly, perhaps even a little distractedly, as his fingers tightened, squeezing her thigh possessively, dragging it a little further apart from the other one. "Safety first." With that, his eyes met hers once more, darkness slowly growing in the depth of azure hues. "In the meantime, answer me this: Do you always dress so... androgynously in Alston?" The topic was completely at odds with the heat simmering in his eyes, but it would be at least a few minutes until the plane stabilised at the correct height, and the question had been lingering in the back of his head since their hike. The hoodie definitely hadn't been a welcome surprise, but he was certain he didn't need to tell her that.

[nottheemuse]

Small miracles, she guessed, because forty-five minutes was certainly better than three hours, but anything other than immediate still felt unbearable to her. “Yes, Sir.” Her tone was reluctant, sliding from his lap and landing back in her seat unceremoniously. Her lower lip held a subtle pout, frustrated by further proximity without relief. The only ease she found was in resting a hand on his, squeezing it gently every so often. Otherwise, she kept unusually quiet, still swimming in the thoughts of how quickly life could change; eyes cast out the window, watching the blur of the pine trees as she considered what was to come. Breathing, to keep herself calm, reminding herself that Declan wouldn’t do anything reckless with her, with their child. The thought had her free hand coming up to rest over her sweater on her stomach. 

It wasn’t until the car turned the corner for the smaller, closer airport that she jolted herself out of them, her eyes registering what must be his company’s jet. His wealth, his power, none of it was lost on her. Obviously, she’d benefitted from his financial situation, lived in his their home, and well… she’d never wanted for much, but this was the first time she’d never wanted for anything. All of that to say, she understood he was wealthy, understood he held power not just in a certain world but seemingly wherever he went. But this was the first time she was able to fully conceptualize the enormity of him. So distracted, trying to decide if she was out of place, she missed Declan opening his own door, only clocking it when he was already out of the SUV. Her cheeks were painted red as her smaller hand slipped into his, lacing their fingers as her heeled booties made contact with the concrete. “Thank you, Sir.” It came out… shockingly demure. Had she ever murmured demurely before? There was a first time for everything, she guessed. Not that it lasted anywhere close to long - glancing toward the plane she let out a low whistle, a last shred of Alston, something she only did when she’d been spending time around Caleb, a little mimic of her brother that would wear off soon enough. “Impressive. I’ve never flown private before.” 

She was about to turn for the trunk of the car, to get her things, when she realized the driver was already there. This was one part of life with him she couldn’t get used to (and there were plenty) - people handling your luggage for you. “Thank you!” She said it loudly enough that the driver would hear her, grinning when she got a small wave of acknowledgement. Then she squeezed Declan’s hand. “Ready when you are.”

[thearcherbrothersx]

It was a cute little response as she exited the rental car, somewhat unexpected, but for once not a surprise he minded. "You're welcome, darling." His thumb grazed her knuckles, lips twitching with dry amusement at the little whistle she let out then. His eyes cut from the plane to the lips that particular sound had emerged from, a subtle arch in one brow. "No, I don't imagine you would have." He gave a nod towards the jet. "This is just the small one, though technically I suppose it would be considered mid-size," He then told her, not even an ounce of boastfulness in his tone; it was just him relaying facts. "It's far more convenient for shorter trips and smaller landing strips. When I take you on a real trip though," The full weight of his gaze settled back on her, "It will be in something far more impressive than this." And then he smiled at her, a gentle curve to his lips, warmth in the set of his eyes.

Then he raised her hand to his lips and gave the back of it a little peck, before steering her towards the stairs leading up to the plane's entrance. Guiding her in front of him, he urged her up, following directly behind her, both hands on the rails to safeguard in case she stumbled on the way up.

Inside the plane, Declan placed a hand against the small of her back, he guided her past a small tea kitchen. Then past four wide single seats angled a little towards the middle. Past that, an arrangement of two more seats facing each other along one side, and a couch along the other. At the end was a single door with a restroom symbol painted on it. "Sit," He spoke softly, directing her onto the couch, before slipping the seat belt across her hips, clicking it into place for her. Then he sat beside her, and buckled himself in. To the suit-clad the woman who'd followed them into the plane, and who now stood waiting patiently, he gave a nod. "You can let Hawthorne know we're ready for take-off." She delivered a bright, pretty smile in response, a "Very good, sir," falling easily from her lips before she turned to do as directed. Declan stopped for with one final comment though; "- And Louisa, you can stay up there. We won't be needing your assistance during the flight." A nod of understanding, and a glance in Cora's direction - then she disappeared into the cockpit.

Declan placed a hand on Cora's thigh, a little bit higher than what one might consider innocent. Slipping his fingers towards her inner thigh, he turned his head to look down at her. "Jeans are a highly inconvenient choice of apparel, my darling," He remarked lightly, a hint of playfulness in his tone as the lights in the cabin faded and the the plane began to move, headed towards take-off.