#‘you just miss the palace because you miss the women’

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random percy headcanons:

wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.

literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck

his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)

he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it

will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs

the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.

he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it

percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao

back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone

has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on

weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like

shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao

bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺

can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao

gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.

movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(

percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake

he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it

has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks

grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic

has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.

he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao

he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence

called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week

the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured

has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him

he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.

he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class

currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!

its his birthday<3

#percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa #percabeth #molly mumbles

[winterspellsfrozenkit]

Maomao's Dislike of Jinshi

So I've been watching Apothecary Diaries and I think people are missing out on the root cause of why Maomao doesn't like Jinshi's interactions with her. It's not because he's too pretty, of high standing, or because she thinks he's annoying/etc., as they're just parts that make up the actual root cause. It's because she knows he's being fake.

Jinshi, because of who he is, where he lives, and how he was raised, covers up his true intentions almost constantly. That was how he trapped Maomao and singled her out as the one who warned Concubine Gyokuyou, after all. The premise to get all the servants in the room, the note telling her to stay put, and making her come with him without telling her where they were going? He let her worry that she was in trouble, so to keep her off-balance when he introduced her to Gyokuyou and also had kept her note to keep her pinned in a corner so she would have to comply with what he and Gyokuyou wanted.

Maomao prefers working with honest people. It's why she never wanted to ascend into the ranks where court politics were a constant presence, because in court politics, you have to assume most people are lying to you on some level. That's why she likes Gyokuyou; Gyokuyou has a similar mentality about the importance of honesty in the people around her and she reciprocates that honesty with the select people she lets her walls down around. When Jinshi is flirting or being super sweet to someone, Maomao knows he's often not being sincere, so when he flirts or acts all sweet with her, she's not going to believe in the sincerity of it because it's dangerous for her if he's not being sincere.

In Maomao's world, a man who makes false promises will not have severe consequences for his actions, unlike the women who fall for them. Growing up where she did and doing the work she did, Maomao knows exactly what kind of damage someone else's lies can bring to someone else who got caught in them. Maomao is not blind to the ugly truths of the world around her, unlike many her age, so interacting with Jinshi, someone who is usually some level of false in almost every encounter with her, is frustrating to her and he won't leave her alone. Lies are a form of poison themselves as they deteriorate a person's life and relationships and if not caught, can lead someone to their death or a fate akin to death, but unlike physical toxins, Maomao can't fix any damage from that kind of societal poison. As someone who wants a lowkey and unremarkable life because it's more peaceful, Jinshi could damage her goals with his falsehoods if she falls for any of them.

And we see that when Jinshi is actually honest about himself and his feelings with her, she treats him better. When he gives her his hairpin, when he's hugging her and crying because of what happened with Ah-Duo, and when he's at the Verdigris House, drowning his sorrows over letting Maomao go from the Rear Palace, Maomao is kinder to him and doesn't look at him with the immediate disdain and suspicion she often throws his way. Maomao even states she prefers the Jinshi, who is more childlike and bratty, which is something we see Gaoshun constantly discourage when Jinshi has those moments where his mask breaks. But in those moments, he's being honest.

For the position of Maomao's love interest, Jinshi's already got one foot ahead of any other guy around Maomao, as he is willing to let Maomao have more freedom in her special interests and gives her things and access to areas that play into her interests, like her dad does, which is more than most men in her society would ever allow. The only reason he actively goes against her toying with poison is he knows exactly what she's going to do with the poisons. But his main hinderance to getting Maomao to like him back is the training of being two-faced that's been ingrained into him for his survival in court. If he was more honest with her, rather than hiding himself under the veneer of a pretty man who is sweet, gets along with everyone, and keeps his knowledge close to the chest, he'd do so much better in earning Maomao's respect and affection.

#the apothecary diaries #kusuriya no hitorigoto #maomao #jinshi #apothecary diaries #maomao x jinshi #mao mao #just be honest about your knowledge and feelings jinshi it would help

[salaciousdoll]

✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ His Messy Dolly ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Jugram Haschwalth x doll wife!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, Modern!royal! Au, dollification( just a little bit shown), dirty talking, pet names( Angel, doll, slut, etc.), Dark Content, reader is fucked good and messy, Jugram is obsessed with you even if you only had a year with each other before the arranged marriage happens, arranged marriage au!, reader has a small panic attack on her wedding day, reader almost turns into bridezilla, spitting, impact play( gripping thighs, holding hips tightly, etc.), small temperature play with ice, breeding kink, squirt mention, you’re both a creamer and squirter, quickie, late to your own wedding, praise kink up 100 here, degradtion kink is down 50, pussy drunk! Jugo, dick drunk!reader, let me know if I missed something… Wc: 2.5k

Minors do not interact, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: this may not be my best and I am so sorry to the people who expected more. I didn’t finish this until today but I hope you can still enjoy it. Please tell me if Jugram is ooc because I think I wrote him a little ooc, just be nice about it. Anyways, welcome to the second week and fic of my kinktober and no nut November event!!

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Being the daughter of a victorious king has its ups and downs. Ups because of the princess treatment you get and the pretty gowns you get to wear to every event or even causally some days. You always dress and act your best around any of your mother and father’s company.

Growing up in a palace or being the princess has its downs when you have to act ladylike at all times, be on your best behavior because if you don't, a pinch to the arms or ears will pull you together. Being the princess of your father’s kingdom has its downs when you are forced into an arranged marriage based on the Kings of two countries' greed for power and hunger for money. Arranged marriage still being legal today will never not throw you out of your head.

You had a life before today. A life filled with so much goodness, treasurement, etc. you loved walking around in any outfit or gown with stares of men and women waiting for your father to announce your courting event. You were stunning to everyone everywhere you went. You walked with your head held high with the innocent lore in your eyes and posture. You were the admired one, so when the queen finally announced to the public that you were now courted to be a bride of prince Haschwalth, loud whispers and concerns from the public occurred causing the king to immediately silence their foolish concerns with whom you’re getting married to.

You and Jugram stared at the crowd with your head held high as your father and his father quieted down the crowd. With one look from Ywhach and your father, the crowd quiets down. Afterwards, you and Jugram announced your wedding day and invited everyone to join you two, which got screams of excitement and anguish from people all over.

A year later, your wedding occurred. The wedding was a hazard and a fucking playground of annoying kids and adults. You were slowly becoming a bridezilla once one of your bridesmaids forgot the dress due to her packing so late. You wanted a big wedding with family and friends, this was the consequence of going against your future king's wishes of a small wedding. You stared in the mirror at yourself and tried to smile as your cousin explained that your other cousin was running late from the bridal shop near your father’s castle.

“ It’s alright, c/n. Thank you. You may go, I need to be alone just for a minute please.”, You say as you stare at the crown that was supposed to be on your head minutes ago. You were late to your own wedding and you wanted to be swallowed up by the earth when you kept hearing the same orchestral music playing in the background.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes until you heard a knock on the door. You didn’t say anything to let them know to leave you alone. You would think that this person would take the hint, but they didn’t. The person came in, shutting the door after themselves. You could feel a chilling and mysterious air around which means the person is your newly made lover.

You spoke to him with your head down, “ Jugo, I don’t think I could do this right now, I still want to marry you. I want to marry you so badly but this day isn’t meant for me. I can’t keep dealing with thi-”

“ Nonsense, my love. We can’t call it off just for one little mishap. Pull yourself together, princess. Or do I have to, perhaps, make you.”, Jugo says while buttoning up your corset to your dress from behind even after you thought you were buttoned up perfectly. He always loves to dress you up, you’re his little doll, his Angelic doll. He didn’t like that he couldn’t dress you up for today, so that’s why he’s here for touch ups. After he was finished with your corset, he ran his hand down your back to smooth it out and then back up to your shoulders to massage them. Jugram’s hands felt like your favorite lotion smoothing over your skin, God you were in love with him as he was in love with you just as much.

You bit your lip and looked at the time on the clock sitting on the vanity mirror thing, they could wait another ten minutes right? You jumped at Jugram bending to kiss your check, standing you up in the process. His hands were soothing your arms as he kissed from your cheek and down to the crook of your neck, “ Tell me what you want, my love. Want me to make you squirt or cream? Want me to fuck you hard and fast.” As he spoke, he sucked on the skin he could see, seeming that you had your wedding dress on and only the top of your chest was available to him.

“ Want me to leave marks on your skin, showing everyone what’s mine? Or do you want to leave marks on my skin showing everyone what’s yours? Choose wisely, Angel.”, Jugram was teasing you and you were so ready for his dick, but he just continued rubbing your skin in circles and sucking or kissing on your sweet spots.

You wanted to scream but held yourself together, “ Make me messy, it’s only right I get the preview of our honeymoon, Jugo. Give it to me hard and fast, but please don’t make me stain my dress. You’re not even supposed to be seeing me before I walk down the aisle, bad luck is coming our way Jugo.” Jugram smirked a little against your shoulders, raising his pretty eyes to meet yours in the mirror.

He turned you around and helped you on top of the vanity, not caring if it broke under your weight or how hard he was about to fuck you. You cared though, he could see the panic in your eyes and movements; he didn’t know why, but he was turned on from the panic spreading from your eyes and running out of your eyes and across your entire face. He liked the adrenaline. The rush of only being able to get you to panic, fall, or fold underneath him.

Jugram unzipped his pants with his left hand as his right hand was placed on the side of your cheek. He passionately kissed you, detaching his lips to whisper to you about holding up your dress right before attaching his lips to yours again, this time more roughly. You liked the feeling of his lips on yours even if they are rough going.

As you tried to bunch up the front of your dress to allow him access to your pussy, he detached his lips from the slow lip locking kiss with a string of saliva being the only evidence of the passionate kiss. He helped you and saw your pretty white lingerie panties causing him to curl his finger under the ban, snapping it against your skin, “ Please tell me you have more of these for the honeymoon, my love. They look so pretty and perfect for the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, darling.”

You smirked at him as you tightly held onto one part of your dress bunched up in your right hand that held onto the vanity table and your left hand held onto the other side of the vanity table, “ You’ve seen other pussies, my dear Jugram? Not very wise of you but as for the answer to your question” you smiled at him, seductively looking up at him through your eyelashes. “ you’ll have to find out.”

He almost chuckled at your stupid little joke, but he was too occupied bending down to plant butterfly kisses on your white lingerie panties covering your sweet pussy he loved to see and be inside of. He soon reached into the ice bucket on the side of you with the champagne in there— pulling out an ice cube to put in his mouth. Jugram went back to kissing and sucking on your clit through your pussy with the ice in his mouth. You squealed at the coldness of the ice on your clothed pussy, it felt so good to be true. So good that you might squirt especially with the little licks and kisses he was planting on your soaking pussy. You grew wetter at this little act of service but had to stop it, “ Feels s’good, Jugram, but I need you inside of me.” Jugram stood up again and licked his lips— savoring the little taste of water and your pussy.

He took out his cock and lined himself up with the opening of your pussy, “ Such an impatient little slut. I’ll give you what you so desperately want, my pretty bunny.” You didn’t know where the nickname came from, but you liked hearing him say it especially with his deep, pretty voice.

His cock was so heavy and thick against your pussy and you couldn’t take it, so you tried to move your hips up and down. Jugram stopped that right away with a firm grip of your thigh, his other hand moved your panties to the side earning a groan from him as some of your wetness dripped down your pussy.

Jugram threw his head back when he pushed inside of your aching, wet pussy. He looked so beautiful with his head thrown back as Adam's apple bobbed so beautifully alongside his mouth opening letting out a loud groan, “ shit, such a wet pretty pussy you have. Want to fill you up. May I?” You nodded your head tk his question— your mouth was open in a large O as he dug into your pussy. Meanwhile, the only reason he was talking so much is because your pussy always have Jugram vocal with you, it was a weakness to him.

Your head hit the mirror almost shattering it, yet you didn’t give a damn— not when you have a big dick filling up your cunt. Your pussy welcomed Jugram in as he started to move in and out of you. He suddenly snatched your dress out of your hands and held it to your mouth, “ bite for me, doll. Aughhh! Fuck you’re squeezing me here.” You bite into your dress, holding it up for Jugram to see himself go in and out of your pussy with you clinging onto him like a girl who never wanted to let go. The grip of your pussy on his cock was a beautiful sight to behold.

Jugram couldn’t take anymore and needed to make you cum, so he can finally cum inside of your beautiful pussy— it will be the first for this day. He gripped your hips and slammed into you with neediness, the slaps of his hips hitting your inner thighs were beautiful. Your muffled screams were loud while he pounded inside of you without a care in the word if your cream dripped onto his suit or pieces of your dress. Your hands were on his pelvis trying to stop him from moving so fast.

“ No no, sweetheart. Take it, we only have a little amount of time. Should’ve pulled yourself together like I asked you, my love.”, he says in between hard thrusts. Your eyes widened as you felt your insides tighten at the feeling of his dick battering inside of your sobbing, tight pussy.

He leaned in to look in your eyes— holding eye contact with you as his cock swirled inside of you because of the rolling of his hips slamming into yours, you were sure your pussy was makin a mess on his cock and soon tears were building up in your eyes as you tried so hardly to maintain contact with him as he fucked you so good.

The grunts and whimpers he sung was beautiful and staring in his eyes was even more beautiful. “ Mmmphh, I cdwnt, plesssss.” Your muffled moans were so damn cute.

“ Let go for me, darling. Let Bazz listen to you come undone on my cock. Let him hear you scream as I pound you through your orgasm. Let him listen to what he can’t have. Fuck!”, Jugram moaned as he continued pounding into you. The objects on the desk you sat on fell on the floor as he pounded your pussy with want and need. Once you take in his words, your eyes widen at his sentence and you let go of your dress from your mouth because of your mouth opening in a loud scream.

Your cunt gripped Jugram so hard that he had no choice but to cum inside you as you came undone on his cock that was pumping and stretching you out even more. “ Fuckkkk, Jugo, ahhhnnn.”

Jugo came deep inside of your womb, “ Fucking hell! Nhnn~ such a beautiful cunt for a beautiful woman of mine.” Jugram eyes were back to normal after his vision went white whilst he came inside of you. He took in your messy look and grew proud of himself. Your hair was messed up, mascara ran down your face because of your tears of pleasure, and your lipstick was smudged across your face. He looked up at himself in the mirror and laughed— he actually laughed. Jugram’s lips had your lipstick smudged on them and his forehead was forming a party of sweat across it.

He kissed your lips before pulling out of your messy pussy, “ ahhh! You did so good f’me, so damn good. Now let’s get this wedding started, darling. Wouldn’t want everyone to leave before they got to see your gorgeous face, now would we?” He tucked himself back into his pants prior to helping you pull up your panties and fix your dress.

He suddenly turned to the door and spoke in his authority voice to someone outside the door, “ Bazz, since you were so incompetent to listen, you can inform the makeup artist and hair stylist that my wife needs a retouch, please include that I’ll pay them double their original amount.”

You then heard a kick of the door and a loud groan, “ such a dick move, Jugo.” It was Bazz's voice and your eyes widened at how he knew it was him. Jugram sensed that was gonna be your next question and answered you, “ Could feel his presence and heard his little curses as he listened to me pounding inside of your cunt.” You looked away when he said the last part, you forgot how brash he can be sometimes.

Jugram grabbed your chin, “ Open for me, pretty bunny.” You opened your mouth immediately and he knew he had you with that nickname now. Jugram looked in your eyes as something dropped on your tongue. You couldn’t see what it was; you could feel it instead. It was warm and stringy. It was his spit. This only turned you on even more as you swallowed the warm liquid down your throat. You were going to love being his wife.

A knock on the door solidified this moment and Jugram pulled away from you with a smirk. He soon turned to walk out the door, not before stopping in the thereshold where the hairstylist and makeup stylist sat there wide eyed at you two, “ I’ll looking forward to seeing you out there, wife.”

You smiled and nodded at him, “ See you out there, husband.”

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Used & Bruised

Pairing: na-baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x afab!warrior!reader

Summary: you were Glossu Rabbans wife for a year, he never provided you with much, just the perfect amount. This relationship bores you and you seek excitement from his little brother Feyd. This is how an affair blooms and rises.

Warnings: 18+, violence, dark rommance, toxic couple, cheating/affair, sadism, dagger play, shaming, breeding kink. p in v sex/ but for now only slight mentions and acts that involve sexual activity, there will be more smut in part 2.

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when your mother first told you that you were meant to marry Glossu Rabban, a man that is at least a decade older than you, you were rightfully shocked. at the time you were eighteen, just came of age and already sold off to a family for a truce that wont last a year.

your wedding was boring, there were subjects screaming and cheering as we walked out of the ceremony, Glossu, as usual let out a yell of triumph. just great..

i was forced to meet his relatives, which i understood before that he had very little. you already knew the Baron so you greeted your uncle-in law with a great smile, he always looked out for you when you were a child and that was why he wanted you to marry his eldest nephew, fucking disgusting beast he may be. a boy, not much younger than me came up behind the baron, he was actually quite handsome, we shook hands and exchanged glances. "its nice to finally meet you, sister in law."

--- present day ---

me and Feyd had gotten closer, i attended his coming of age ceremony too, my good for nothing husband, on arakis, dealing with 'rats' as he calls them, of course he would dare miss his brothers birthday, its laughable. after he had defeated all three atreides he confronted his uncle, i didnt hear about what, i only heard Feyds anger laced voice saying something so low and raspy i couldnt hear it that well, then the doors shut.

i always knew the boy looked for my approval in everything he did, ever since i married his brother, every corpse that hit the ground, every word he said, he would look me in the eye, and smile. at least i think its a yearn of approval, i did the same thing to my father when i was as young as him..

his birthday was yesterday, he finally came of age which mean he has more power than he already had. he never used his power against me, ever. he knew he probably couldnt take me in a fight, its obvious. everytime we sparred i always won, i have been training with him since i moved in. im only 4 years older than him so we understood and had mutual respect for eachother. i dont know if hes letting me win, but ive seen him be so much more brutal with the slaves that he fights. especially the one that wasnt drugged at the ceremony.

Glossu never provided me with children, somehow, he couldnt, everytime we tried. i bled almost every single time, he was rough, and it wasnt enjoyably rough, it was like he was ripping me open, not in the way where i insinuate that his dick is big because honestly its um.. i shall just say its not impressive in any way..

there has been many times that i would find out that Feyd had gotten another women pregnant. why is it that he can do it so well but his brother doesnt even know where my clit is. its not like he goes anywhere near it anyway.

that night i decided to take a walk around the palace, my husband, who i saw for a brief moment, and now i cant find him. so i guess im on my own now. i stride the cold halls, knowing that im untouchable.

i go to check if my brother in law is asleep, but when i creak open his door, which is only 3 rooms down from mine, all i hear is moans, i roll my eyes and open the door a bit more so i can step in. the lights are on and all i can see is a three on one sex scene.

"ahem." i state my prescence. Feyd is laying on the bed facing up as one concubine rides him, one sits on his face while the third waits to switch out with one of them. Feyd lifts the sex beast off his face and looks at me. he props up on his elbows, still getting riden. "oh hello my lady."

"you were impressive the other day, but um.. i was hoping i could talk to you in private.?"

he stared at me for a second then yelled at his darlings to get out.

he was completely exposed, still hard, i tried my best not to look but it was quite large so.. "what do you need my lady?" he started stroking his cock, while looking me in the eye.. "uhm.. i just wanted to ask you where my husband is."

"where is your husband y/n.." he chuckles sitting up, hand still on his dick. "dont act coi you savage." he bit his lip, "come here."...

"No, You come here" in a blink of an eye he appeared infront of me. "you dare use the voice on me? you should be ashamed!" he laughed "Silence, kneel." he did so, still touching himself, he used his other hand to caress my bare legs from under my dress, all while smiling up at me. i tilted my head slightly. i grabbed his chin, "you really are seductive." he smirked at my comment. i reached down, touched his chest, down to his shaft, stroking it lightly, up and down, making him groan, we were seconds from eachothers lips.

"good night Feyd.. i'll see you tomorrow."

cliff hangerrr, this isnt edited btw lolll.

i hope you like it, it took 3 days to come up with ideas.

anyways pt 2 will come out in a few days up to a week.

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[kasagia]

Second Waltz

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan/The Darkling x fem! inferni! reader Summary: For the Winter Fete, you were supposed to waltz with your friend the tidemaker and at the same time use your Grishas' power to entertain the king, queen and all the other self-righteous nobles. In your wildest dreams, you wouldn't have thought you'd end up dancing with General Kirigan... Nonsense from me: So I saw the post of @angellovelyasfck and got inspired... Warning(s): Darkling is a simp for reader; nobody knows why; he is so in love; matching kefta; author have no idea about dancing, but try to write about it; the reader is afraid of him but drawn to him, like a moth to the fire; Aleksander is a mastermind; Words count: 3,2k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

You looked like a real lady.

If Grishas could be ladies-in-waiting, be respected in Ravka, and have a position of nobility, then women would probably wear such dresses.

You didn't like parties organised by the royal family… well… except for the possibility of eating sweets prepared by royal chefs. It was the only thing that made up for the fact that you and the other Grishas were entertaining the king and his people.

Your powers were displayed as an attraction, a means of entertainment, and while some of you enjoyed the attention they were receiving at the time, others equally abhorred the idea of entertaining Otkazat'sya.

The winter fete was supposed to be like any other for you. You'll put on your festive kefta, sip a sneak peek of champagne, and munch on sweets with your friends.

But it wasn't supposed to be. Because someone figured out that the inferni and the tidemaker will waltz this year using their powers at the same time. Something about a poetic combination of opposites that unite in dance.

Because of this, you stood in the Grand Palace ballroom, looking anxiously around the room as you straightened your dress.

"Nervous?" a soft voice came from behind you. You turned around, sighing in relief, when you saw Genya.

"A little." you admit, calming down as she runs her hand through your hair and smooths the strands of your hair that have managed to come out of the updo she made for you. "I'm a soldier, not a dancer or lady."

Genya giggles. "In this dress, many would disagree with you. You look beautiful even without my touch-ups."

You are blushing. She made sure that you looked… just not like you tonight.

Genya has outdone herself. The dress was blue, sleeveless and strapless, and it went all the way down to the floor. In combination with a blue coat imitating an inferni kefta and a golden belt engraved with the symbol of the Second Army, you looked phenomenal.

Like a Grishas' princess...

"You're only saying this, because you are the one who made that dress."

"Well, it's very obvious." she teases you and taps you lightly on the shoulder. You both giggle, amused.

Suddenly, a ball of fire flashes between you. It misses your head by only a few inches. You wrinkle your nose and send the inferni who shot you a fireball an angry glare. Nobody does anything about it, the fire show continues as if nothing happened.

"What was that?" Genya asks, seeing your exchange of glances with the woman.

"Inferni affairs. Warkov is sent to go through the fold again. She resents that I haven't been there yet, and she's already gone four times. It's not my fault that the general has an aversion to me for some reason, and instead of using my powers in a good way, I have to do… this." you say in disgust, pointing at the dress. You clench your fists at your sides. "I can do more, Genya. I could help our people in fighting or in a battle… but instead, I'm stuck in this damn palace making playthings for the nobility." you add more quietly, making sure only she can hear you.

Genya sighs, looking at you. She strokes your cheek with her thumb, where you have a bit of icing from the cookie you ate earlier.

"I know what you mean. Trust me." you give her a sad look and squeeze her hand. She gives you a small smile. " But believe me… the general has his reasons for keeping you here." before you can say anything to respond or even ask what she means, you see her waving her hand, calling someone. David joins you, smiling at you two. You watch with interest as he steals glances at Genya. "Speaking of the general… there's been a slight change of plans."

"What? What do you mean?" you ask, confused, as you look from one to the other. You tense up at the mere mention of the general.

Suddenly the blue of your dress gives way to a deep, terrifying black. Only General Kirigan could wear this colour, as the only Shadow summoner, Darkling, descended from the Black Heretic. Panicked, you shift your gaze between Genya and David, hoping that this sudden change of colour won't bring you anyone's attention.

"Nya, Dav… it's black. Why did you turn it into black?" you become more and more uneasy when people around you notice the colour you wear.

It's official. General Kirigan will throw you to the volcras for such a disrespectful act.

"Your tidemaker friend was sent on... an important mission." David explains the sudden change of plans.

"What? But we were supposed to dance..." you say, surprised, but Genya cuts you off before you start panicking more about the absence of your friend, with whom you've been practicing this damn waltz and fire and water choreography for months.

"You will dance with the general."

After the red-haired girl utters this sentence, there is a long silence on your part, interrupted by the sounds of other inferni summoning fire. You freeze, completely shocked, refusing to believe that Genya meant what she said. It will be a pure disaster.

"No." you say, shaking your head.

Waltzing with a black general who, for some reason, doesn't recognise your presence in his army wasn't on your to-do list. Not today or ever. You feared this man more than anyone. And whatever you did to him to make him disapprove of your existence and the amount of power that lies dormant within you, you didn't want to be near him to test him even more and risk making him angry.

"Y/N." a woman snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Genya, please no. He hates me. I don't know why, but because of him, I can't do anything useful with my power. I'll step on his toes, and he'll hate me even more. He would kick me out of the Little Palace, and our evenings in the palace kitchen and secret chocolate snacking would be over."

"You eat chocolate without me?" asks a surprised and hurt David, oblivious to the growing panic and desperation inside of you. You can't dance with the general. This will end terribly.

"I'm going with you to stargaze outside the palace grounds. There's one one, David. Which doesn't change the fact that my death is imminent and none of you want to help me."

"For the love of the saints, Y/N, general won't kill you. It is just a dance. Put a smile on your face and try your best, I know you can do it and control yourself."

"What if I set him on fire? Saints, they will hang me for killing the only living Darkling."

"You were right; she is worse than me." David whispers, not quite subtly, to Genya while you're still panicking. You stop and look at him indignantly before answering in complete seriousness.

"I've heard that."

"Good. Now don't panic, the general is coming here." Genya takes David's arm and they run away from you, both discussing something lively.

However, before your brain processes the information and reacts defensively, by running away from where you are standing (preferably to the palace kitchen), you feel his presence behind you.

"Miss Y/L/N." you shiver when you hear his deep voice behind you.

"General." you reply in an unemotional military tone and turn to him after you swallow and calm down a bit.

"I see you already know about... a little change of plans." he says, nodding at your outfit. Only now are you painfully aware that you are facing the Black General, wearing his colors. May the saints receive your poor soul. "Genya and David did wonderful work." he adds. You have a bit of trouble swallowing and keeping your voice steady, but you finally manage to reassure yourself for a moment that you can at least pretend to be cool to the general.

"I... thank you, general... that's all their work." you say, trying to justify your appearance—wearing his colours when he's the only one who can wear them. However... he doesn't seem angry or crazy... and if you were dumber, you'd think he appreciates how good you look in black.

His dark eyes watch you carefully from top to bottom. You feel strange under his watchful gaze, unable to read any emotion from his face. He lingers a little longer on your body before meeting your eyes again.

"Shall we?" he asks, offering you his arm like a true gentleman. You dare not refuse him, so you nod your head and try to control the trembling of your hands as you slip your hand into the crook of his elbow. He leads you both further into the centre of the ballroom. You may notice that the infernis' show is about to end. "You will do everything as in rehearsals. I'll adjust my shadows to your fire to make it look as coherent as possible."

"Yes, general." you nod to him, having no idea how he wants to combine your fire and his shadows. But you have other problems on your mind now.

Like the hateful glare from Warkov. She's brave enough to 'accidentally' send another small fireball your way. Only your quick reflexes keep you from getting burned. The general looks at you, intrigued. But you pay no attention to him, too busy fighting to look at the inferni who hates you. The Darkling notices this and looks at the woman carefully. And if you looked at him, you'd see him nod to Ivan in Warkov's direction with a clear sign of investigating the matter between the two of you.

Inferni show ends. Your heart is beating like crazy with stress, knowing that now you will have to dance with the general. The darkling gives you a half-smile at your nervousness and grabs your hand as you both head to the center. He stands in front of you and, without letting go of your hand, says:

"We can find a light in the darkness… but not only from the sun or moon. But from something that we have around us that is as dangerous and unpredictable as it is beautiful and mesmerizing. Light isn't the only thing that dispels darkness. It is also the fire."

And with this, he joined hands, plunging the ballroom into complete darkness. The orchestra begins to play the melody you know, to which you have spent bloody hours learning the steps and memorising the moments when you are supposed to summon fire.

Only this time, it's not just going through the steps. No. This time, you feel something. Strange electricity as the general puts his hand on your waist and grabs your hand, pulling you closer than necessary. You begin to move around the room.

You light up the two of you with your fire, making you the only people visible in the dark room. And for some strange reason, you can't take your eyes off the general's dark irises, which stare at you as if they want to pierce your soul. His eyes glow from the flames of fire you let out, making it even harder to look away from him.

At one point, he takes away his shadows. The two of you are in full view, as is the crowd around you, but all you can look at is each other. His shadows travel with your fire, enhancing its brilliance.

You don't even notice when you start making your own modifications to the fire choreography, letting the balls and flames dance around the tiny shadows the general casts. You feel like all you can think about is a man holding you in his arms and watching you intently as if you were the only person in the whole world.

At one point, you are so overwhelmed by his gaze that you look away from him to the fire that is circling around you. You pull away from him slightly, so you don't rub against each other with every stop. You wonder why the general trusts you with enough power to dance with you so close to the fire but won't let you leave the walls of the Little Palace.

His hand on your waist pushes you gently back towards him, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn your surprised look towards him.

"I don't bite, little flame… not unasked." he takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear. It takes your breath away for a moment. You wonder what the hell happened to him.

For the first time, you enjoy the hot fire around you… at least it's a way to explain to people why you blush lightly in his arms.

He spins you around, and as you land in his arms again, you notice that the colour of his kefta has changed with the heat of your fire. The black threads that decorate his kefta turn red. Your jaw would drop if you were alone.

You feel his hands on you more and more, despite how much material you have on you. The intensity of his gaze warms you more than the flames that dance with you around the two of you.

You don't know why his presence affects you so much. You don't know where the fear you felt before has gone. All you can do is let him guide you as he holds you securely in his arms and draws you close to him. Looking into his dark eyes makes all thoughts in your head disappear. It's just you and him.

And only the saints know how you manage to keep summoning fire without burning the two of you.

To your relief, the waltz comes to an end. However, instead of letting go of your waist and grabbing your hand to turn you around, Kirgan lets go of your hand. He lifts you with one arm around your waist and spins you around, keeping you close to him.

You melt in his arms. If you didn't know what it was about the attention he gave you before, you were completely lost now, feeling his strong muscles all around you. Your heart was beating like wildfire, and your cheeks were even hotter.

And a careful observer would have noticed how your fire got fed off by the general's sudden movement. And Kirigan was a very careful observer. So he gave you a quick, cheeky, smug smirk.

Your behaviour did not escape Genya and Fedyor. They looked at each other knowingly and whispered something conspiratorially to each other before Ivan hushed them.

Kirigan has put you safely on the ground. Flames and shadows disappeared around you. People started clapping. You were about to run from the middle of the room when a strong grip on your hand stopped you. The general leaned over and kissed your hand, not taking his eyes from you for even a moment.

You hold your breath and blush even more. His beard gently tickles your hand. The general's lips gently caress your skin, and you can't help but imagine how they would feel somewhere else...

The general reluctantly releases your hand and strokes it with his thumb. "I'm looking forward to the next dance, little flame." he whispers, so only you can hear him.

He releases your hand and walks away from you. You suddenly miss his closeness and the intoxicating scent of his perfume… but you're not distracted enough to sneak out of the ballroom at the first chance you get.

Your hand burns pleasantly where his mouth was a moment ago. And for the first time since you arrived at the Little Palace, you're looking forward to the next winter fete.

You went to the balcony to get some rest. The cool night air hits your skin. You lean against the railing and stare at the ground in front of you. You have a perfect view of the Little Palace from here.

You close your eyes and enjoy the night air. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. And loud footsteps make you realize that the general is specifically alerting you to his presence. You know if he wanted to, he'd sneak up on you silently.

You turn around and lean against the railing. "General." your soft whisper echoes across the balcony so clearly that the loud music doesn't prevent him from hearing you.

"Captain Y/L/N." he replies, taking a step towards you. He is standing next to you, looking at the terrain in front of you. "You are a good dancer." he praises you without looking at you.

"Thank you, General, but you were the one who mainly led our dance."

"Then let me appreciate that you never stepped on my toes. Believe me, it's a great feat; I've danced too many times not to know it." you can't help but giggle at his words. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him staring at you. He turns to you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "The way you manipulate fire... how you guide it, create shapes, and intensify the flame at will... few can do what you do. Rarely do I see such self-awareness and composure in an Inferni."

"However, I am not fit enough to use my powers anywhere other than within the walls of the Palace." you say before you can think it over. You're biting your tongue too late. Now all you can do is watch him, hoping he won't punish you for making such a bold accusation against him.

"You must forgive me, little flame… it's all my selfishness." he says tenderly, completely confusing you.

"What?"

"Let me show you." he says, and before you can ask anything else, he leans in and kisses you.

His hand on your cheek and lips, which caresses yours so tenderly, warms you better than any fire you could summon. You lean into his touch and feel yourself melting with every tactical, combined movement of his mouth and hand. You could control the flames… but he could do much more than just control the shadows. He played you perfectly.

At the moment, you were enjoying it more than you were worried.

Much to your displeasure, he moved away from you. He stroked your cheek with his thumb and whispered. "I can't wait to dance with you again." he licked his lips, looking at your own. His gaze came back to your eyes. "You look lovely in black, by the way." he adds, before wishing you good night and walking away like nothing happened.

Of course, before he left the balcony door, he gave you one last mischievous look. And standing there, warm from his kiss alone, with red cheeks and tingling lips, you knew he did it on purpose... that he made you want more.

The next day, you are forced to wear your blue kefta again. You would never think that wearing his colours would be so pleasant. Neither that the inferni who hated you and rebelled other people against you will be permanently moved to Kribirsk... or that you'll wake up in a room filled with your favourite flowers and an invitation to dinner with the general.

Maybe the waltzes weren't so bad after all.

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Could you do a what if in unfaithful baldwin what if before she jumped into the river he managed to capture her..... this story is very good you are a great writer

Warning: depression, talk of suicidal thoughts and character death

Author strictly warns readers to proceed with caution. If you are sensitive about these topics under any circumstance please don't read further

Alternate ending

Just when I jumped into river and I was swimming towards my freedom. The knights caught me. I tried fighting hard. Hitting, punching them but they didn't even bulge and pulled me off shore. I started screaming and crying like a mad woman. I could see pity in some of them but most most had neutral expression. "(Y/N)" my husband said relieved and began approaching me. With intention to hug me but I looked back at him with such resentment that he stopped. He literally froze in his place. "Your majesty". I said coldy and I knew even though my husband was expert when it came to his composure I was able detect his tense body movement. "I know that I have committed a crime against my lord" "I know that our relationship won't go back like before therefore I ask you as a punishment I have done against crown that I be beheaded for my crime". Baldwin IV looked heartbroken at my statement and said "Chérie, do you think I would be so cruel to execute my own wife, the woman who saved my life". I laughed in pain and said "In return you killed my life, I shouldn't have saved you" "I payed a huge price I admit I regret it". I could hear gasps around me but I didn't care. It's not like I had anything to loose anyway. Baldwin IV was shocked I could see he was getting angrier but I could also see another emotion his eyes which I couldn't tell pity,sadness or fear which one is it? Baldwin IV let out a sigh and said "Queen (Y/N) you have not only insulted the crown but also wished for king's death which in eyes of law is treason and the punishment for this should execution" "However I can't forget the love and devotion you have shown to same crown and saved your king before therefore I have decided to spare you". Tears fell from my eyes when I heard the statement. "Chevalier, get the queen on top of my horse". I was seated on top of my horse and Baldwin IV with the help of his knights climbed up on the horse. I kept quiet as Baldwin held me tightly in his grip and we rode off. When we went back I saw mistress in the palace eagerly waiting for him. She smirked seeing my state and could tell by my husband's cold face that he was in sour mood. Once Baldwin IV was able to get down from the horse with help of his knights he pulled me down along with him.

"Your Grace" the mistress gave a graceful courtesy. I knew she was expecting my husband to call her in his chamber. My husband didn't even bother acknowledging her and went straight into the palace carrying me in his arms. Once we reached his room he slowly laid me down in his bed. He laid on top of me and put his face near my neck and smelled me breathing my scent "I missed you" he said.

"........."

"You know when you left like that I must admit I did feel insulted but deep down I was also hurt and worried about you"

".........."

"What if my enemies captured you, do you realise how reckless this was" "No matter how many women I sleep with I will always come back to you because at the end of the day you are my queen". "The woman who saved my life and nobody can and will take your place" "Do you understand that, I will always be your husband at the end of the day"

"........."

"Are you going to ignore me, my dear queen" Baldwin IV smiled mischievously "My queen has been rather cheeky going against me" "I knew you were rebellious but not to that extent"

"........."

Baldwin IV sighed realising there is no point now. Before he left he asked servants to bring fruits for queen. He quickly left for his work chamber. He sat down rubbing his forehead. "Chevalier" he commanded. "My lord" the knights were instantly summoned. "Tell my mistress that that she is not longer welcome in Kingdom" "She shall be exiled". The knights bowed at the command and instantly left.

Baldwin IV POV:

"If I pamper her with love and pay attention to only her then perhaps within time she shall forgive me" "I should get a jeweller and dress maker with finest material for her and spend every time free I get to be with her" "It will take time but hopefully (Y/N) and I have relationship like before ". Baldwin IV thought as he began to work. It was evening and Baldwin IV heard sounds of rain and thunder. Baldwin IV smiled remembering how much (Y/N) loves rain. "Hopefully her mood is better now". "I hope everything is alright, in case she is still hurt about our situation then I will let her go" "If keeping her with me will bring her pain then it's best we part ways" . "I should see her hopefully she is feeling better now". I thought as I went to my chamber

"(Y/N)" I called as I knocked on the door. She didn't respond. "Perhaps she fell asleep I thought" however judging by what happened today I doubt she would fall asleep. "I guess she doesn't want to see me now". I thought but for some reason I had a bad feeling about it that something is seriously wrong. "Chevalier, break the door" I commanded and my men instantly broke the door and what awaited me was far worse I could ever imagine. Inside laid my beloved wife with knife in her chest. I scanned the surrounding wondering where the queen got the knife from and saw the table with fruits inside the basket. "The servant must have left the knife with it so that the queen can cut and eat the fruits" I thought "Quick call a doctor" I commanded before I knew it. My men quickly left and I ran towards my beloved

"No!" "No!" "Why!?" "Why (Y/N)!? "Why!?". I hugged my wife and started crying uncontrollably. The doctor came and asked me to step aside I reluctantly let her go . I waited patiently with hope for (Y/N) to be alive but based on doctor's expression I could tell I was too late.

"(Y/N)"!!! I screamed as the it rained heavily with thunder defening my screen

"(Y/N)" I woke up drenched in sweat. I turned to look myself in mirror and saw my old appearance. "It was a nightmare" "It's been quite a long time since then" I thought. I slowly turned to look at the glass painting in my window to image of my beloved late (Y/N).

"(Y/N)" I said her name as tears fell down my eyes. I looked outside and saw heavy rainfall and heard loud thunder. "Just like back then" I thought. I got up and dragging my old body I went near my beloved I leaned forward and kissed my beloved's face. "The picture doesn't do any justice" "You are lot more beautiful in real life you know".

"........"

"Of course just like back then you aren't responding" "I should have known I had killed you back then moment I decided to give in my temptation" "A good follower of lord doesn't give into temptation but resists it" "Perhaps it would have been good for you if you never met me" "After you left I decided to be a good follower of our lord" "I took vow of chastity and attend church every day praying that our lord spares you from damnation of hell". Baldwin IV let heavy tears fall down his eyes as he said that, he chocked in his tears and said"For loving a leper, I was already disfavoured by lord, therefore he punished me with leprosy" "Hopefully he shows mercy to you for showing kindness to leper". I cried bitterly. I wept in front of her but it was too late. She was already gone

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MK1 Girlies x Reader:

What She Smells Like 🪷

WOMEN LOVERS COME GET Y'ALL FOOD!!!

CW: suggestive, mentions of polyamory, gn reader, not proofread.

(A/N @ the bottom)

Kitana

-lotus flower, cherry blossom, rose

* Kitana's fragrance is a comforting mixture of various native Edenian plants, as she spends most of her free time frolicking in the palace gardens. Every night she is greeted with a warm, steaming bath, littered with petals from her favourite flower. She loves nothing more than soaking in the essences of her homeland, feeling connected to both herself and nature.

* When she's on duty serving her sister, the leather from her armour overwhelmingly distracts from her natural scent. She found a way to kombat this by leaving small flowers in her pockets and spritzing on the perfume she made between each break.

* When you're not around, she misses your scent more than anything. She'll steal one of your shirts and cuddle with it until she falls asleep. She has gotten too used to you being around, and it devastates her everytime you leave.

* Because of this, you leave behind a bottle of your perfume for Kitana each time you know you will be gone for a long period of time. She is slightly embarrassed when she finds out you know about her habits, but is grateful for your thoughtfulness.

Mileena

-dark cherry

* Smells like you/Tanya let's be honest

* She tries her best to maintain a consistent scent by using various products, ranging from perfumes to body creams to lip gloss!

* Her scent may be a little overwhelming at times, but with the amount of running around she does it tends to wear off throughout the day.

* She sweats quite often, especially during training. Neither you or Tanya seem to mind, expressing that you both love her no matter how smelly she is after training 😆

Sindel

-lavender, sage

* She bathes in various flowers, similar to Kitana.

* During the mourning period of her late husband, she would burn many plants in his honour. She did this so often that the smoke would rub off on her, following her throughout the day.

* When she's feeling down, she allows her daughters to braid flowers into her hair, the aroma complimenting her feminine aura.

* Just like Kitana , she craves your scent whenever you aren't around.

* When Jerrod returns as Ermac, she is overjoyed. She now gets to revel in the warmth of her lovers, appreciating each of your unique scents.

Li Mei

-lavender

* Li Mei learned all of her beauty tips from Sindel, including proper perfume application.

* Sindel gifted her with a vial of lavender perfume from her personal collection for her to sneak into the Umgadi inner sanctum, although she never used it ...

* That was until she was disgraced, and she deeply missed the smell of her empress. She wore it as frequently as possible, and as she climbed her way up the ranks to First Constable, she was able to afford as many bottles of liquid lavender as she desired.

* To you, it was simply the scent she enjoyed. But to her, it was a reminder to whom she serves, and the memories she had lost along the way.

Tanya

-Almond, vanilla, coconut

*The Umgadi are strict on cleanliness, but not so much on luxuries such as perfumes or scented creams. It borders on the line of vanity, which they frown upon. Fortunately, Edenian women tend to value their hair above any other beauty aspect, a trend indirectly started by Empress Sindel.

*The Umgadi embrace this tradition, and allow for the sisters to indulge in frequent haircare, as long as it does not distract from their duties.

*Tanya takes advantage of this. She not only wants to look, but to smell good for both you and Mileena. She works scented oils into her hair, perhaps a bit more than what she actually needs, but anything to make an impression on her lovers. And if you're lucky enough to get some alone time together, she'll let you do it for her, as well as returning the favour.

*Begins to smell like you/Mileena if she's around you long enough.

Ashrah

-dragons blood, rose

* Demons emit a strong musk depending on their mood.

* When she's happy, she'll smell of dragons blood and roses, which is the one you are most accustomed to, seeing as your presence brings her joy.

* When sad, she smells of rain and moss. It is your least favourite scent for this reason...

* When she's lustful, she'll smell of cinnamon and other spices. You and Syzoth are the only ones to have witnessed such a scent.

Nitara

-blood orange, amber

* Despite what you may think, Vaternians care quite a bit about the way they smell, as they are always seeking a potential mate.

* Although, these scents will usually consist of things that attract their own kind, such as human blood.

* But for you? She goes the extra mile. Bathing herself with citrus, spending the few coins she has on exotic Sun Do spices to rub into her clothes, and even changing her diet to animal blood as to not attract others. You are the only mate she desires.

Khameleon

-Tea tree, peppermint, coconut

* Like Tanya, she takes advantage of this loophole. Before she met you, she never really paid attention to how she smelled. The only requirement was that she was clean and presentable in the eyes of the royal family.

* When the two of you started seeing each other, she started to notice little things she normally wouldn't in other people. Your scent, the way you breathe, the way your heart beats fast when she lay on your chest during those rare private moments-- she noticed it all.

* All she wanted was for you to see her the way she sees you, so she goes to Tanya for advice. Now, the girls pamper their hair together, giving each other knowing looks as they do so.

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A/N: Hope this was alright, lemme know your thoughts and whether you agree with my choices or not!!! I am open to constructive criticism :)

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Valentines drabbles! Eeeee❤️❤️❤️

3. “Aw, you're out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?"

Because I can already feel it will be iconic.xx

This has been sittinggggg in my ask box. It must be broken because how did I miss this. I blame you, you should have kicked me when I didn’t answer because HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME TO WRITE THIS SO I COULD EXPERIENCE IT IN MY MIND PALACE 🤣🤣🤣🤣 anyways, it’s here now, that’s all that matters 🙂 regardless how late it is 🙂🙃

Loki was tired of you, sick and tired of you. You had been teasing him all night with your flirtatious glances, the sultry bite of your lip, your lingering touches whenever he was near and worst of all, your ability to completely ignore him whenever he’d return the gesture. At one point, you even warned him against touching you considering you both had guests over but did that stop you, no, only he wasn’t allowed his fun but that was going to change. Soon you’d be at his mercy.

Once he finally had you alone, he started slowly of course, taking his time to touch and caress every inch of your body. He loved watching you crumble from his perch between your legs. He adored the feeling of your thighs quivering, shaking as he delivered that final bolt of pleasure. There was just something so gratifying about feeling your thighs holding him in place as you hit your peak. After that though, it was his turn to play.

Loki didn’t know many things about midgardian women which made him feel like even more of a midgardian man but he did know that as soon as you had recovered from your orgasm, you’d want to be on top of him. This was something he allowed you to do, he allowed himself to submit to you. That’s how it felt, lying beneath you as you took your pleasure. He waited, your thighs clenching, holding him in place as he circled your clit with his tongue. You thrashed against the bed, imploring him to stop as he made you climax again before you were limp, coming down from your high. He licked his lips, making his way back up the bed where he laid down, covering his lower half with a thin sheet, feigning ignorance as you straddled him.

“Loki come on” you giggled, grabbing his chin and turning his head to face you “don’t you want to feel good too?” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his chest “I know he does.” You giggled, moving your pussy against his hard covered length.

Biting his lip, Loki tried to stifle his elation at the feeling of your warm, moist centre rubbing against his desperate cock. Despite a layer separating you both, he could feel you, your arousal soaking through and coating his length. He wanted you.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, still grounding your hips against his. “Lokiii?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, eyes almost rolling backwards as you added more pressure to your movements. It was his turn to play hard to get.

“Tell me” you insisted “what do you want? Do you want me to get on all fours?”

Loki fought away his smile at your words.

“I mean it’s up to you, I’m not forcing you.” He dismissed.

“It’s no big deal” you laughed off as you got off of him “you should have just said.”

“Are you sure?” Loki questioned, his insides bubbling with excitement.

“Of course.” You grinned, unaware of Loki’s intentions as you got on all fours on the bed.

Coming up behind you, Loki gripped his cock with one hand as he traced down your back with the other. He ran his length through your slick folds, almost hissing as he reached your eager entrance. Inhaling, he pushed inside slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping him. He pulled out before thrusting in again, this time less slower, more purposefully. When he entered you again, you were moaning his name, the i high pitch whenever his balls hit your clit. He continued, grasping one of your shoulders as he fucked you. He flicked his hair out of his face, baring his teeth as he moved in and out of you with haste.

“Fuckk Lokiii.” You hollered, burying your face in the pillow below you. You were already so close, your sensitive walls clenching around him but you wanted to hold on, you suggested this, you wanted to cum with him. “Just like that, harderr.” You encouraged before hiding your face again as Loki obliged, pounding you. You didn’t know what you had set yourself up for as your legs grew weak below you. Loki was merciless as he fucked you with fervour. It felt too good. You were fluttering around him as he continued his movements.

“You’re so good to me, so perfect” Loki praised, slapping your ass. “Do you want my cum? Hmm?” He cooed.

“Yess.” You almost choked.

Slapping your ass again, Loki groaned as he hit his peak, movements still fast as he came, ejaculating into you as you fell against the bed, exhausted.

“Aw, you’re out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?” Loki asked, speaking in your ear as he leant against your worn out frame.

“N—no-it’s fine—honestl—” you began, clearly out of breath as Loki wrapped his arm around your torso, lifting you so that your back was against his chest as he sat up. “Fuckkk!” You yelped as he entered you again.

“Don’t ever” he grunted, thrusting up into you “tease me” he continued, placing a kiss below your ear “like that” he paused, lips moving to the nape of your neck “ever again.”

It’s not slower, it’s less fast 🤣🤣 I hope you enjoyed it despite its lateness and now rushed it now is 🤣 (it’s my fault but I’m not taking the blame)

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[mxtantrights]

Bounded by shadow and blood (15)

azriel x magic!fem!reader

You didn’t think you’d find him in the crowd. That’s why you had asked some of the children where the winged man had went. A few of them didn’t know but two of the oldest ones did. They pointed you in the direction of the river.

You took your time getting there. You hadn’t been there in a while. The last time was… that time was over now. Things had changed so quickly and then again so slowly. 

When you reach the river you find him sitting down on the grass. His boots are off and his feet in the water. You’re not sure if you want to approach him or not. Looking at him like this, he kind of fits in here.

“This place is amazing.” He says.

And you know he knows you’re here. He probably could sense you were coming because of his shadows. But there is also no one in town he would speak so freely with.

You saw him standing amongst the people when you first arrived. Some of them tried talking to him, giving him food and offerings. He declined most of them. He couldn’t really decline the single necklace one of the kids offered him. It’s laying around his neck now.

“They’re not scared of you here.” You say.

You walk over to where he’s sitting. You drop to the floor, and take your shoes off too. You put both your feet in the water and hold yourself up by your hands behind you. 

“Have they ever seen an Illyrian?” He asks.

“Some of the older benders. Not the youngest though, they spent their whole lives here.” You answer.

“Is that why they admire you so much, because you get to go outside?” 

You laugh to yourself, “They don’t admire me.”

“The whole town stopped what they were doing to greet you. A band started playing music. There was ale flowing from mug to mug. Children were laughing.” He responds.

You shrug your shoulders, “Admire isn’t the word I would use.”

“What word would you use then?” He asks.

You turn to look at him and find he’s already looking at you. Those brown eyes probably made a lot of women in Velaris swoon and weak in the knees. Elaine too. 

Not you though. Not when you have so much to do.

“Loyal.” You answer.

“Ah,” he nods, “Because of your placement within the palace.”

You nod too.

The both of you turn back to face the river. It was a good view. The sand turned red when it touched the water. And the moon looked red in the reflection of it. A long time ago Cyril explained to you that it was an illusion. Blood benders give back to the earth and in turn the earth gives back to them.

“I bet your family misses you.” You speak.

“I go away for missions all the time.” He rebuttals.

“Yes, but this is different. This isn’t a mission. This is something you got roped into.” You clarify. 

“I don’t see it that way.” He says.

You look at him, but he’s not looking at you. He’s looking straight ahead at the river. You can see his eyes scanning the water, the illusion of it. 

“What are the chances Rhysand wants me punished for getting you stuck here?” You ask.

Azriel shrugs, “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is. You’re stuck here because of me.” You goad him on.

The word stuck seems to strike a chord with him. You've been saying it over and over waiting for some sort of answer from him.

He slowly turns to look at you, “You and I both know I’m not stuck here.”

Huh. You weren’t expecting him to just flat out tell you that. You thought he’d put up more of a fight. Or that you’d at least catch him in the lie. Maybe you would tell him that you can still sense your blood in his veins. Or you would push him into the wards to see how he’d react. 

You weren’t expecting that.

“You didn’t say anything to your family.” You speak.

“Neither did you.” He responds. 

You shrug your shoulders, same as he did, and look straight “I have my reasons.”

“So do I.” He says.

A few moments pass between the two of you. It's not awkward or weird. In fact you welcome the silence. Until a startling thought pops into your head. The offerings that Azriel was handed. Where did they go?

"Did you eat all the food they gave you?" you ask startled.

He laughs to himself at your question. And you think to yourself then, he most certainly ate all the food given to him. Usually the food lasts a couple of days. But he's different, he's not a sub-human species like you.

"Illyrians have big appetites." he answers.

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The two of you walked back in silence to the palace. While you wished you didn’t have to go back there and sleep, it was the only way you could protect anyone else from getting hurt. If Kynas was still around and he thought you were in town he wouldn’t hesitate to pillage through all of them to get to you.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

Azriel and you make it to the palace steps. You walk up them, solemnly, until you reach the tope. That’s when you realize that he isn’t besides you anymore. You can feel it.

You look back and he’s a few steps below you. 

“You shouldn’t have to come back here.” He says.

“I’ve only ever laid my head down here.” You answer.

“You have nightmares. I hear it. I can feel it too, you send vibrations through the whole palace.” He adds on.

He felt that? You’re worse off than you thought previously. If in your sleep you were causing tremors to the ground, you needed serious help. It happened a few times before when you were young.

Only this time there was no Cyril and no brother to help you overcome it. It’s your problem now.

You face forward again. But you can’t walk inside. Your feet won’t will it, neither will your heart.

“I had that problem in childhood too. The fear of being alone, they said.” You answer his unspoken question.

You hear him climb the final steps. Then he’s standing side by side with you. You don’t dare look at him now. Now when he is asking such personal things. Not when you feel you’re about to break into a million little pieces. 

“You don’t have to be alone.” He says.

“Do you tend to warm the beds of non fae, shadow singer?” You joke.

He clears his throat, “That’s not what I meant.”

You can see how distraught he is at the mention of the two of you sharing a bed. It makes you chuckle from your belly. But you try to keep it to yourself.

“I know what you meant. But it sounded like something a friend would offer.” You reply.

Azriel comes from your left and stands in front of you. You see his hand jut out. You look up at him a bit in disbelief. 

“Friends?” He asks.

You look at him, then back down at his extended hand. He is trouble. He is a liar. He is a spymaster. He knows so much about you already. He’s going to tell his whole family what you are.

Call it fate, or maybe it was your blood calling to his, but you made your next move. 

You took his hand into yours. 

“There’s a room with two beds in it. We can share if you like.” You offer.

“That will do well with me.” He says.

And then he moves to the side. He lets you start walking first, but when you cross the threshold of the door he’s right by your side. The two of you walk into the quiet palace.

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You pull the legs of your pants off first. Then you take off the soft blouse. You take off all of your undergarments last. And finally you can step into the bath.

It won’t wash off the feeling of carrying more than ten bodies to their graves. It won’t wash off the worry that clings to you like a second skin. Or the fear either. But it will get the sweat and dirt off of your body.

You sink into the bath further.

Azriel was right outside. He had been sitting in bed for about an hour now. You had some things to do around the palace. Mainly clean up and reorganize things the council had left out. 

When you got back from working you found him there. His shadows all around the room. His blade in his hand. 

You don’t know why but the image settled you. You know he’s not here long, and that as soon as this is over he won’t ever be here again. But for a fuzzy second your mind let you believe this was normal. 

Obviously you couldn’t stand your mind for playing such a cruel trick on you like that. So you stumbled out that you were going to freshen up for bed. That’s why you’re sitting in the bath now. Nervous.

You feel a shiver go across your neck. When you reach up with your wet hand to feel what it was, you feel it. The same misty and almost intangible feeling you felt on your ankle when you spared with Azriel. 

Your eyes catch the shadow as it darts over to the bathroom door. You move closer to the edge of the tub.

“Is that what he meant when he said I don’t have to be alone?” You ask the shadow.

And by all accounts you weren’t expecting an answer. You had heard of the magic before but never seen it in person before you met Azriel. So when the shadow darts back to you, this time at the edge of the tub you move back suddenly. 

You laugh at yourself, and how a tiny shadow made you flinch like that.

“He doesn’t have any idea where you are right now, does he?” You ask again.

The shadow moves a bit closer to you this time. You hold out your wet hand and it somehow complies with your unspoken command. The shadow wraps itself around your wrist, like a bracelet. You can only tell it’s there because of the faint grey line that appears on your skin.

You snicker at how the shadow seems to be more forward than it’s master.

It would be best to get out of the bath now. You lift yourself up from the water and reach for the towel to wrap around your body. The water would get cold by the time you felt comfortable getting out. And you have an early start tomorrow. You dry yourself off, making sure to be careful of the shadow that is on your wrist. You grab for your nightgown. You pull it over your head and put it on. And you use the towel to ring out some of the water that got on your hair.

With a big breath you let the towel hang dry and open the door. What you find amuses you. There on the bed is Azriel, sound asleep. You tip toe to your bed and get under the covers.

Your eyes stay on him until they start to blink so heavy that a sleep pulls you under darkness too. Marking the first of many nights where in Azriel's presence you don't feel so terribly alone.

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar fic #acotar imagine #azriel imagine #azriel fic #blood and shadow

[thebadgerclan]

I Can See You

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: Secrecy is necessary...for now...

Based on “I Can See You” by Taylor Swift.  Italicized lyrics are taken from the song!  This song has SUCH secret romance vibes, and I thought who better to write something for it than Aleksander

You brush past me in the hallway, and you don’t think I can see ya, do ya?  And I’ve been watching you for ages, and I spent my time trying not to feel it

It was impossible not to be attracted to the General.  Almost everyone at the Little Palace had felt it at one time or another, both men and women longed for a scrap of the General’s attention, and somehow, you had caught his eye.  It was something you’d noticed, that the General’s gaze would linger on yours for just a second longer than it did with others.  You had caught him looking at you from across the room at dinner on multiple occasions, and that simple action lit a spark within you.

You had spent years pining after the General, try as you might to douse your feelings for him.  But it was useless.  He was devastatingly handsome, and behind his cold, dark exterior, you could see hints of brightness.  How you’d enter the War Room to find him reading a novel, how you’d see him out a window, walking, his face to the sun, a gentle smile on his face.

Everything had changed one day, when you’d been walking through the corridors, a folder in hand to deliver to the General.  He was walking in the opposite direction, and the world came to a stop when his hand brushed against yours.  You locked eyes with him, and he subtly nodded towards a nearby door.  It was then that he asked you to officially join his War Council, an offer that you eagerly accepted.

And we kept everything professional, but something’s changed, and it’s something I like

Something had changed, everyone could see it.  You sat at the General’s right hand, a position of honor.  He was more open with you, happier.  He even told you his name, Aleksander, and asked you to call him that when it was just the two of you.  He invited you to dine privately with him to discuss the war and strategy, and in council meetings, when  he handed you a folder or a document, his touch would linger for several seconds, and when his eyes met yours, they blazed with unspoken words.

It was during one of these private dinners that Aleksander made his move.  Instead of pulling out your chair like he’d done before, he pulled you into his arms, his hands spanning across your back.  “Tell me to stop,” he said, and you looked into his eyes, seeing adoration, attraction, and passion there.  “Y/N, tell me to stop.”  “No,” you responded, and in that moment, your fate was sealed.  Aleksander kissed you then, lips soft against yours, arms tightening around you.

Aleksander was happy to take what you gave him, his kiss wasn’t insistent, there was no intention to escalate the night beyond this.  When you pulled away, your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were wide.  “Y/N,” he sighed.  “How long I’ve wanted to do that…”  “How long?” you asked, and he chuckled.  “Far longer than I care to admit, my dear.”

They keep watchful eyes on us, so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet

Now that you and Aleksander were…whatever you were, secrecy seemed appropriate.  If word got out that you were together immediately after your elevation to being the General's second, people would whisper that you’d only gotten the promotion because you were sleeping together.  Which hadn’t even happened yet; the last thing Aleksander wanted was to pressure you.

So you moved in secrecy.  You crept through the halls, a lantern in hand, avoiding the guards that patrolled the corridors by moonlight.  When you arrived in Aleksander’s rooms, he took the lantern from your hand and pulled you into his arms, kissing you sweetly.  “My love,” he cooed, making you smile.  “I’ve missed you.”  “I was with you all afternoon, Sasha.”  “Yes, but not truly with me,” he said with a warm smile.  “This is what I’ve wanted all day.  Just you in my arms.”

You won’t believe half the things I see inside my head.  Wait ‘til you see half the things that haven’t happened yet

Just because you hadn’t been intimate with Aleksander yet didn’t mean you didn’t have fantasies.  They were fantasies that kept you up at night, that drew your hand between your legs, that had you biting your lip to keep from moaning and waking everyone in the Little Palace.  Aleksander on top of you, Aleksander licking your cunt, Aleksander taking you from behind, you riding Aleksander, Aleksander, Aleksander, Aleksander.

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?  What would you do if they never found us out?  What would you do if we never made a sound?

The lines in your relationship were clear: behind closed doors, Aleksander was completely and irrevocably yours.  He would worship at your feet if you asked him to, he was that smitten.  But in front of others, you were a General and his second, professional to a tee, never letting the two parts of your lives cross.

But you wondered what would happen if one day during a council meeting, you reached out to take his hand.  Would he go along with it, kiss your knuckles as he loved to do?  Would he squeeze your hand before carrying on the conversation?  Or would he pull his hand back, deny you his touch until you were alone?

Would your relationship remain a secret forever?  Would you continue to sneak into Aleksander’s rooms at night and sneak back to yours before dawn?  Would you have to bite your lip and silence your cries of pleasure at night so no one would find out about the two of you?  You understood why secrecy was needed at first, but as time went on, you found yourself wanting more.

‘Cause I can see you waiting down the hall for me Seeing Aleksander waiting at the end of the corridor that led to his rooms always filled you with joy.  You sped up your steps until you were running towards him, leaping into his embrace.  Aleksander held you tightly, smiling against your hair.  “Hello, my love,” he muttered, kissing your brow.  “I have your favorite dinner waiting for us.”  You grinned, taking his offered hand and entering his rooms.  Rooms that were slowly becoming yours.

And I could see you up against a wall with me

It was the first time you had almost gotten caught.  Aleksander had caught you on your way back to your room, where you seldom slept anymore, and pressed you into the wall, kissing you soundly.  He pressed his thigh between your legs, making you gasp.  “I want you,” he breathed against your lips, but before you could respond, you heard footsteps approaching down the hallway.

Aleksander leapt away from you, straightening his kefta while you smoothed your hair and hoped you weren’t too flushed.  A young Inferni and his friends hurried past, barely noticing you and Aleksander.  When they passed, you both broke out into laughter, and Aleksander took your hand.  “I think we should go to my rooms, love,” he said, and you nodded.

I can see you in your suit and your necktie.  Passed me a note saying “meet me tonight”

He’d pressed the note into your hand at the end of the War Council meeting, and you only unfolded it when you were alone in your room.  Y/N, I could see you being my addiction, and it’s an addiction I no longer want to hide.  Come to my rooms before dinner, my love.

You did, finding Aleksander waiting anxiously in his sitting room.  “I’m done hiding us,” he said, taking your hands in his.  “I love you, and I don’t care what anyone thinks about it.  So, if you want, I want to dine with the other Grisha tonight, with you at my side.”  For months this was all you’d wanted, and you eagerly nodded.  Aleksander smiled, kissing you softly.  “We’ll see about getting your things moved to my rooms, too,” he said, linking his arm with yours as you made your way to the dining hall.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

[an-au-blog]

Yo your Shuggy King/ Jester AU is such a good take and I swear to everything holy i'd do unspeakable things to get more of it! Like like like --- like, what if Buggy's not even a jester and was really some third rate theif there to steel some expense trinket or another at some feast and he gets caught beacuse hes a pretty shit third rate thief and just somehow got lucky that the right door was unlocked somewhere but now these folks are ushering him in to entertain the king and his aristocratic asshole friends and he doesnt know what to do!!!! He should have just stuck to picking pockets at taverns and now he's in front of the king and -- wow, OK, so the king is kind of hot? -- nothepoint!!! -- they're all looking at him and he just... the feast turns into a roast and it's so unhinged and also a commentary on all the shit buggy really feels about these rich stuck up assholes and the king is dying from laughing so hard so he just... keeps going? And then he is asked to stay on full time and, sure, why not? Beats the streets any day and plus hes closer to treasure and can just buy his time and strike it rich but then he gets legit invested because don't these assholes know what the people need? What they want? 1 guess and the first one is already wrong because apparently everyone has their heads so far up their asses that they can't see the real issues in the kingdom so he accidentally speaks out of turn and totally out of place but the king, like, listens? He's listening to him. He's taking Buggy's advice and... oh shit... he might be in love now....

Ohhhh you did not just spike my interest back into an au that flopped like a month ago

This is sooo... I'm speechless because yes??? yes please!?!?

Also hi, sorry it took me a little to answer, i try to answer asks in order of who sent one first ':)

Buggy never stops taking small things. Trinkets no one in the castle would miss. But such trinkets outside the castle go for quite some berry. Unfortunately for him, some of the guards caught wind of what he was doing so they start following him around. He meets up with his friends and heist buddies on the outside, selling and buying and they see it all.

He still had connections that only multiplied once he got to in the palace.

One day they practically throw Buggy in King Shanks's feet and started listing all the accusations he was very rightfully blamed about and he thinks that was it. He was going to die because liked the weight of money in his pockets.

And the King is furious. He's shouting and spitting venom. No one had seen him this angry in a while, or maybe even ever. But the most shocking thing was that he was angry at the guards who caught Buggy. He claimed that Buggy was sent by him personally into the city to scout out the common folk. After all how could he know what the people need and lack if he can't leave the castle. He tels them he doesn't need such incompetent and naive people in his guard but he'll send them off with just a warning.

He was talking so convincingly that even Buggy started believing him.

When the doors close and it's just them, Shanks falls to his knees to inspect Buggy for any injuries.

The king is in his royal garments, the ones that probably cost ten times more than what he stole through the whole week. And he's just sitting there, worrying because Buggy's elbow got scratched when he was tossed in the marble floors.

After a good amount of time, Buggy still getting away with way too much, decides to test the limits. A lot had changed since the first time they met. But Buggy was still convinced that there was no way an attractive, powerful and charismatic king like Shanks was genuinely interested in a jester who only tells him what to do and steals from him. And for what? What was Buggy giving in return? Criticized the court and sneak around. Sure they messed around sometimes but the king could have a dozen way more beautiful women at his feet in a second if he wished so. So why?

One night, he feels ballsy and takes a knife into their bed. He hides it under his pillow and waits for the right time to come. He thinks that him and the king had gotten their lines so blurred that Shanks didn't notice the knife, but it wasn't true. Because when it happens nothing changes.

Buggy was fast. The king was already curled up in him, so it took only one motion for the jester to straddle him and put the knife up to his throat.

Shanks was smiling. His hands still running up and down his thighs. And the jester is so confused. If he pushed a bit harder he was sure he would have drawn blood. So why? "Why aren't you scared of me?Why do you keep me around?"

To which the answer sounded so simple it almost didn't register in Buggy's mind. "Because I relish in your presence. And you have my favor." He put his hand on the one holding the knife. "I know you won't kill me..." it wasn't arrogance. It wounded more like comfort.

Because of course he wouldn't. If he did, what would he do? He'd have nowhere to go. And the people would get some snot-nosed brat who would ruin the country. Where would he run? Who would he reside in? Who would love him like this?

Buggy didn't know how but he ended up crying in his king's arms that night. Worst part was - it was the most comforting place the jester had ever been to.

Idk something like that, I probably missed something I wanted to add but oh well

#i kinda tried to keep the fancy talking of a period drama but idk if i succeed haha ':) #shuggy #shanks x buggy #royalty au #op #answers #shuggy au #buggy x shanks

[noxturnalpascal]

PLENTY OF TIME

(HB x Tommy) (3.8K of new story)

CrackFic based on the @gracieispunk HBF!Joel series (that I am FUCKING OBSESSED with).  HB (reader's husband) x Tommy Miller

**CHECK OUT THE NEWEST STORY IN THE HBF-VERSE FAKE BLOOD**

The moodboard represents MY head-canons and ONLY MY head-canons. Picture HB however you want!! (not you @strang3lov3 or @sr-lrn)

A/N & Warnings: I have some more of my own personal head-canons at the bottom of this fic. You can read them before, or after, or not at all. Please be aware this is MLM (Unprotected PinA, Oral M to M, come swallowing). If that isn’t your thing don’t read. I have never written MLM before so please be gentle with me. I appreciate your kindness.

Approved (and encouraged by) Gracie, but this IS NOT CANON

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So this sordid little tale takes place during JEALOUS (please read that first). I’m not sure if Gracie meant to leave HB and Tommy alone in that hotel room for HOURS…..  But somewhere deep inside her mind palace (lurking along the back corridors of the White Lotus)...... HB made sure that’s exactly what happened.

TEXT IN PINK IS PART OF JEALOUS - WRITTEN BY @gracieispunk

Your husband -HB- took Joel, Tommy, and all the guys, on a business trip for an architecture seminar.

Of course they didn’t have to come, but he insisted.

He who currently stands at the bar with Tommy, absolutely shit faced.

Joel’s other work friends hover around with the women they brought with them on the trip. Whether it’s their wives, girlfriends, or someone they met last week. Everyone is relaxed, despite the music thumping loud. Chatting and casually drinking beers, none of them as drunk as HB - who’s the only one who has to be up in less than 6 hours.

You stand in a short floral dress, your elbow perched on the table you’re seated at, your head in your hand. You pout as you sip your beer, because you rather be up in your hotel room with your book.

You try not to pout more as you watch Joel grind into another woman while they dance.

HB had drunkenly kissed you earlier and Joel wasn’t happy to witness that. Finding his revenge in one of the wives friends, who had supposedly been brought just for him.

He put the moves on her fast, laughing, and winking - and making you extremely jealous over a man that was indeed not your husband.

Joel looks over at you as he dances with her, raising his brows as his hands wander up the sides of her thighs like they do yours. You watch his hands and you can almost feel him on your legs instead.

It makes your stomach turn but you can’t stop watching. That is until Tommy gets your attention. He’s lugging a drunk HB over his shoulder.

“Think I’m gonna tuck this one in,” Tommy yells over the music. 

You smile and nod before turning to HB who can’t even keep his eyes from rolling. You hold his face in your hand and completely miss the look of contempt Joel gives you, when he sees.

You lightly smack HB’s face and there’s hardly any response. You nod to Tommy to take him away and put him to bed.

Tommy drags HB into the elevator, the young couples already in it making room for them at the back. The other couples get off on the 3rd floor and Tommy shuffles HB off his shoulder for the remainder of the ride. HB stands up straight and stretches his back, all pretense gone, popping his neck and lowly groaning in the process.

“Took you long enough,” Tommy mutters. “Thought we were gonna be down there all fuckin’ night.” He crosses his arms, clearly pissed off.

“Relax, would ya?” HB reaches his hand to squeeze Tommy’s shoulder, lingering his touch. “Had to wait for the right time to get outta there.”

Tommy scoffs as the elevator dings, signaling the top floor arrival. HB squeezes Tommy’s shoulder harder and uses the grip to guide him out of the elevator and down the hall towards his room. 

Once inside, HB stops just outside the bathroom and toes off his shoes. Tommy walks further into the large suite and sits down on the bed, shuffling off his shoes and socks and then moving quickly to unbutton his shirt. HB approaches him and grabs his hands, stalling his movements. 

“Quit rushin’. I promise we’ve got time.”

“How can you be so sure?” Tommy looks up at him, brow still furrowed in frustration. HB runs his thumb across Tommy’s chin, sliding his palm across his stubbled-cheek and back into the hair on the side of his head, tugging lightly as he drags his fingers through it.

HB places his palms on top of Tommy’s thighs and lowers himself between the other man’s spread legs. Once on his knees he continues the slow unbuttoning of Tommy’s shirt, leaning forward to intermittently place gentle kisses on the edge of Tommy’s jaw. Tommy closes his eyes and breathes deeply, tension in his shoulders visibly relaxing.

“Everyone’s pretty preoccupied,” he hums, not revealing any of his secrets. He knows Tommy was expecting more alone time together tonight, but he had to put the work in to make sure they would remain uninterrupted. He also knows that the kisses he laid all over his beautiful young wife’s face hours ago began a chain reaction. 

He sat back and watched the dominoes fall, planted at the bar with Tommy all night pretending to get drunker and drunker. Watching Joel grope his little date (that HB had insisted be invited), and observing the way his own wife’s mood grew more and more sour. Finally, when she and Joel couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, he knew that he and Tommy wouldn’t be missed.

His buttons undone, Tommy pushes the shirt off his shoulders and yanks the cuffs over his hands, tossing the shirt towards the foot of the bed. Impatiently, he grabs at his undershirt with one hand and it joins the other clothes on the floor. He reaches for HB’s already-loosened tie but his hand is slapped away.

HB pushes his hand flat on Tommy’s chest, guiding him to lay back on the mattress. He reaches for Tommy’s belt and in one fluid motion the buckle is undone, a swift jerk releases it from the loops on Tommy’s khakis. Tommy groans in anticipation, making HB smirk. 

Tommy bucks his hips off the bed in anticipation, reaching down in his impatience to undo his own button and fly. They don’t get as much time like this together as they want, so they're often both eager, rushing to make each other come as quickly as possible with hands and mouths. 

Not tonight. Tonight HB wants to take his time.

He runs his hands up Tommy’s torso and then back down to his hips, curling his hands into his trousers and pulling down. Tommy plants his feet on the ground and pushes his pelvis to the sky, allowing more freedom for HB to remove his pants and underwear together. As HB pulls them down Tommy’s legs he hooks his fingers in his socks as well, leaving Tommy completely bare.

Tommy throws his arm over his face, groaning again as the cold air from the room hits his flushed, leaking cock. Wasting no more time, HB leans forward, grabbing Tommy’s dick firmly at the base, and begins swirling his tongue around the foreskin-covered head.

After a few circles with his tongue he closes his lips around it, suckling gently and bobbing his head very slightly up and down. He begins to firmly but slowly pump his hand up and down the shaft, his grip gliding smoothly as Tommy’s velvety skin slides up and down underneath his fist.

Ignoring Tommy’s increasing mewls of pleasure, HB returns to running his tongue along the head, slipping his tongue under the skin. He glides it around the ridge and swipes it across the slit, licking up the precome steadily leaking out. Tommy seems to grow even harder under his attention, his cock now dark red and straining towards the sky.

HB gently pulls his fist down the shaft, dragging on the skin to reveal more of the head. The sensitive underside of Tommy’s cock now exposed, HB sticks his tongue out of his mouth and gently taps that part of Tommy’s cock against it. The soft, wet slapping noises are barely audible over Tommy’s whines. 

HB shifts his body, ignoring his own painfully hardening cock in favor of paying attention to the gorgeous man laid out in front of him. Still gripping the shaft, he alternates rubbing the frenulum side to side with his tongue, and taking him into his mouth and closing his lips around him. Each time he takes Tommy into his mouth he swallows him down further. 

With his free hand HB guides Tommy’s one thigh up, resting his foot on the edge of the bed. Tommy moves his other leg up on his own, opening himself up wide for HB between his legs. Not stopping what his right hand and mouth are doing, HB cups Tommy’s balls with his left hand, gently rolling them, applying light pressure to them, and tugging them ever so slightly.

Tommy’s arm is still laid across his face, working to muffle his moans. HB reaches up with his left hand and pushes Tommy’s arm off his face. He stretches to touch Tommy’s face, dragging his fingers down over his nose and slipping his index finger into Tommy’s mouth. Tommy begins to suck on HB’s finger, mimicking the rolling tongue movements he feels being done to him.

When Tommy releases HB’s finger he brings it back down to the apex of Tommy’s legs. HB removes his mouth from Tommy’s cock and lowers his mouth to his balls. He begins to lick each one thoroughly before beginning to gently suckle at them, alternating back and forth. Eventually he takes one at a time into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them and letting them bob around gently inside.

When Tommy’s balls are in HB’s mouth, lifted and out of the way, HB takes his spit-slicked finger and begins sliding it along the space behind Tommy’s balls. Tommy scrabbles to grab a pillow and covers his face with it just as a loud, wanton moan releases from his mouth. HB lets a low moan out himself, vibrating Tommy’s balls in his mouth, sending him further into ecstasy.

HB continues his ministrations, moving his finger back just a bit further and pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He dips his head down and begins to lap his tongue wetly along the area he just trailed his finger, letting Tommy’s noises guide him. Lazily pumping his fist over Tommy’s dick, he draws swirls and circles with the tip of his tongue along Tommy’s perineum and over his puckered hole.

Tommy is now incoherently babbling into the pillow nonstop as HB flicks his tongue back and forth, up and down. HB is waiting and he knows he won’t have to wait much longer. Almost as if on cue, Tommy throws the pillow off his face and keens the word please, his eyes scrunched closed and his face contorted as if in pain.

HB raises his face up and grips Tommy’s cock extra firm, making Tommy sit up on his elbows and suck a breath through his teeth. His eyes meet HB’s and then HB growls out just loud enough for Tommy to hear over his own panting breaths.

“Give it to me.”

Tommy’s head lolls back.

“I wanna taste it,” HB adds before he opens wide and swallows Tommy’s cock down to the base.

Tommy’s hand immediately flies to the back of HB’s head, threading through his silver hair. HB pushes his finger against Tommy’s tight hole, inserting his finger to the halfway point. HB begins to swallow, knowing the sensations on Tommy’s over-sensitive cockhead are going to send him over the edge. 

He can feel Tommy’s balls tighten up and he pushes his finger in knuckle deep as Tommy’s cock begins to throb, releasing his hot spend down HB’s throat. HB can hear Tommy’s muffled groans as he swallows down everything Tommy is giving him. HB hums, coaxing him through it all until Tommy stops convulsing and then he gently pulls his finger out from Tommy’s clamping grip. 

He pulls his mouth off Tommy’s softening dick, and wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his arm, still fully clothed. He stands up, his tall figure towering over the bed.

Tommy sits up and begins to hastily undo HB’s trousers, once the zipper is unzipped he quickly moves on and begins to pluck the buttons undone going up his shirt. HB clutches Tommy’s hands in his own once again, stopping him. He shakes his head slightly, releasing Tommy’s hands before stepping back and resuming the unbuttoning himself, but slower.

“I already told ya, we got plenty of time.”

Now he draws it out on purpose, lazily drawing his tie down his chest, letting the skinny end pull from the knot, tugging it from his neck. He delicately eases his now open shirt off his shoulders, dragging it down his toned arms. Plucking the cuffs over his fists he walks over to the chair in the corner, making a show of gently laying the shirt and tie over the back of the seat. His trousers follow, folded over the chair as well.

Tommy rolls his eyes but HB isn’t finished, as he walks around the room in only his underwear and socks, bending over to retrieve Tommy’s discarded clothes one by one. He gives them the same treatment, shaking them out and folding them over the back of the chair with his own. 

He goes back to Tommy, sitting at the edge of the bed again, and shuffles in close between the man’s legs, pressing his covered erection up against Tommy’s cheek. Tommy wraps his hands around the back of HB’s thighs, squeezing the flesh there and pulling him tighter to his face.

Tommy reaches down and takes HB’s socks off one by one, discarding them where he stands. Then he reaches up to the waistband of HB’s boxer briefs and hooks his fingers in, pulling them down torturously slowly, while tilting his head back and keeping eye contact with a grinning HB. Tommy leaves them to pool at HB’s feet and turns his attention back to HB’s cock in his face.

HB watches Tommy’s face, always so expressive when he looks at his cock. HB is significantly longer than average, not overly girthy, but proportional. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed short and his balls and ass waxed clean. He’s been told by several lovers how impressive it all looks, including by Tommy (and by his wife back when they started dating). 

Tommy grips HB’s ass and pushes him forward, mouth open to receive his huge straining erection. HB would love to push it deep into Tommy’s warm, wet, waiting mouth. But instead he stills his forward movement, pushing back against Tommy’s gripping hands. Tommy looks up immediately, concern etched across his face. 

“I have something else in mind,” HB whispers, taking Tommy’s face in his hands.

Tommy’s brows knit together. HB reaches over to the nightstand and opens the drawer, pulling out a small bottle of Astroglide. Tommy’s eyes widen when they land on the small, purple-capped bottle. He scrunches his brows and groans.

“I don’t think we have-”

Shhh Shhhhhh,  HB silences him with a finger over his lips. “Don’t you worry about anyone but us.”

HB grabs one of Tommy’s hands off his bare ass and squirts some of the lube into his palm. He guides Tommy’s hand to him and lets him spread it over his shaft, smoothly jerking his long-ignored cock. His eyes close and his head falls forward at the sensation of finally having attention paid to him, dark and dripping, straining for relief.

HB revels in the attention for a moment. He lets Tommy tug firmly on him, plant kisses along his hip, grab handfuls of his ass with his other hand. He spends so much time in his own head, so much time on pleasing his clients, so much time planning his next project. When he does get to blow off steam he tends to do so in a selfish, spectacular, explosive fashion.

This trip was supposed to be just him, attending a conference as the keynote speaker. He would have been making and watching presentations all day, schmoozing with bigger firms at the hotel bar, and answering the same goddamn questions over and over. His wife, who he knew was proud of him, asked to come along and help celebrate him. Maybe part of her was trying to rekindle their long-lost closeness.

But once the idea was in his head to make this trip more personal than professional, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to invite Tommy, only a little ashamed to admit that he would rather have him there than his wife. Once Tommy was on the guest list he knew he had to bring his wife, and of course, his wife’s ‘secret’ boyfriend - his best friend Joel. And then, knowing it couldn’t be just this awkward little foursome, he invited the rest of Joel’s crew and their partners along as well.

Why not? He had the fuckin’ money to pay for it all. When he told his wife he invited everyone she actually looked almost disappointed for a moment, a little wave of hurt flashing across her face. But he shrugged it off, knowing that having Joel there would be a comfort to her. Although he did feel a tiny pang of guilt when he told the other guys to have their wives bring a girl for Joel, especially knowing Joel really only had eyes for one girl - his girl. 

But he needed the distraction. He needed attention paid elsewhere. He needed this.

This time alone with Tommy, time that they never got back home.

HB opens his eyes and guides Tommy to lay down on the bed again, this time laying over him, kissing his mouth, wet and wanting. They make out like that for a bit, rough stubble scraping against each other’s chins, Tommy’s one hand still moving up and down HB’s cock, HB’s hands tugging and pulling at Tommy’s shoulders and hips, fighting to pull him closer.

When HB pulls back they’re both panting and Tommy’s pupils are blown wide, desire painted on his face.

“Have you done this a lot?” Tommy whispers, breathless. He swallows past the lump in his throat, visibly nervous. They both know this is his first time.

“No,” HB lies. “Not a lot.”

It had been years, since before he got married, that he’d been with a man in this way. And he’d never fucked his wife like this, even though he thinks she might have wanted him to at one point. So he doesn’t feel like a complete shit when he tells Tommy this lie. The lie will soothe him. The lie will put him at ease. The lie will get him in faster.

HB stands up and encourages Tommy’s legs up on the bed again, spreading him open further with a gentle push on his knees. He grabs the bottle and dribbles lube onto Tommy’s dick, which is getting hard again already, watching it drip down his balls and towards his ass crack. 

Tommy lifts his feet and moves his knees towards his head to open himself up even more, breathing deeply and holding back whines. Tossing the bottle aside, HB begins to massage the back of Tommy’s thighs, smoothing his hands over Tommy’s hips, pelvis, and cock, which hardens further under his touch. Gathering the lube, he massages Tommy’s balls, his ass, and dips his digits towards his end-goal. 

Making sure his thumb is lubed up, he presses against Tommy’s taut hole once again, rubbing circles around it in tandem. He grabs at Tommy’s hands, encouraging the man to jerk his own dick while HB continues his attention lower.

“How does this feel?” HB asks, already aware of the answer.

Tommy manages a feeble whine in response, something that sounds like a drawn out yeah.

“Are you okay?”

Tommy’s head nods quickly, eyes clamped shut. 

HB pushes his thumb in slowly, feeling Tommy try to relax and enjoy the sensation. HB begins to ease his thumb in and out while he slowly rolls the fingers of his other hand around the crown of his own cock. Watching Tommy laid out like a buffet, jerking his own dick with both hands and getting finger-fucked has HB ready to come just like this.

But he has plans to follow through on.

HB takes his thumb out and moves forward, replacing it at Tommy’s entrance with his cock. He meets Tommy’s eyes and sees his look of apprehension.

“Are you good?”

“Yeah. Just…  N-nervous,” Tommy stutters out.

“We’ll go slow,” HB affirms, bending down to plant kisses on Tommy’s knees in the air.

HB guides himself forward, pushing on one of Tommy’s cheeks with his free hand to spread him, watching as the head enters him. Tommy makes an effort to breathe slowly and relax his body. They’ve talked about how good this can feel and Tommy has put his trust in HB for this moment.

HB stops with just the tip in and takes some deep breaths himself. He wants to make this last.

“Can you take more?” HB asks. Tommy nods in response. “Hey, talk to me.”

“Yeah,” Tommy pants. He continues brokenly, “It feels… good… keep going… please.”

HB rocks his hips forward genty, pushing himself in another couple inches. Before Tommy has ample time to react HB pulls back, watching the other man’s changing facial expressions. He slowly eases himself in and out, one hand still on his dick, the other now resting on Tommy’s knee, pushing it gently down towards his chest.

HB is quiet, much less vocal than he usually is, and Tommy is quieter beneath him than he was during the blow job. Thank god for that, HB thinks, because if Tommy was moaning like that now it would be over for him. HB is clutching tight to his own resolve, trying so desperately not to end this early. He’s been waiting for this moment for months and it feels so fucking good, he wants it to last forever.

“Keep touching yourself,” HB orders, “I wanna feel you come again.”

Tommy lets a low whine escape from his lips. HB watches Tommy’s movements over his own cock increase in tempo and vigor. Tommy loves it when HB takes control, loves it when he uses his vast experience to show him new pleasures, loves it when he talks dirty.

HB continues to gently saw in and out, both hands now on Tommy’s knees, careful to limit himself to only thrusting about a third of his length inside. He doesn’t want to hurt Tommy and he knows this is enough, this is hitting Tommy in all the right places. Tommy is going to come from this, and then - finally - he can come.

He’s selfish in a lot of ways, but he’s never been called a selfish lover.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” HB moans out, “Feels like this tight little hole was made just for me.”

That’s apparently all Tommy needed because HB can feel it before Tommy has a chance to even announce it. Tommy cries out and clamps down on HB, who pushes himself in as far as he dares to. Tommy’s cock begins to release ropes of come, hitting both of their chests and one spurt reaching up to stick to HB’s chin.

HB can’t hold on any longer, he grabs his dick in his fist to stop himself from pushing forward into Tommy’s tense opening. He groans loudly as he comes, filling Tommy up, listening to him sigh as he feels HB’s hot release. When HB has finished, he slowly pulls out, watching his spend leak out of Tommy onto the sheets.

It doesn’t matter if the sheets are dirty, he’s sure his wife won’t be coming back here to sleep on them tonight. 

He pulls Tommy up and drags him to the shower where they both spend a long time under the hot spray of water, washing each other, kissing, and laughing. At one point Tommy gets nervous that they’re going to be interrupted, trying to speed up the shower so he can leave. HB shushes him once again.

“Aren’t you worried she’s gonna come in here and catch us?”

HB chuckles. The thought of his wife catching him, given her own activities, doesn’t worry him at all. But Tommy doesn’t know about what she’s been up to with Joel. He actually wonders if part of her would be relieved to see it, if it would make her feel justified in her own infidelity. Would she leave him? Would he want her to?

“You don’t think they’re gonna notice I’ve been up here so long?” Tommy asks, still nervous.

“I don’t think they noticed,” HB soothes him. Unable to tell him why, he makes up a lie. “I bet everyone is so drunk right now they’re all passed out in their rooms.”

“But this is her room-”

HB interrupts Tommy with a tongue in his mouth, grabbing his face with both hands and kissing the breath out of him.

Finally, just over two hours after they came into the room, Tommy is fully dressed, adjusting his belt, and kissing HB goodbye as he heads out the door. It’s almost 2am and HB has to be up in less than four hours for tomorrow’s schedule. He doesn’t mind, he can pound coffee all day if he needs to, maybe sneak in a nap.

It was worth it.

You spend more hours making small talk with the women and watching Joel dance with one of them. Aggressively getting bolder with each song. At one point he lowers himself behind her and runs his mouth along her bare legs, all while holding eye contact with you.

Your stomach burns and you raise yourself from the table. Paying your tab at the bar and wandering out into the empty halls of the hotel

You’re walking away with your arms crossed, when you hear running footsteps on the shitty abstract carpet.

“Heading to bed so early?” He huffs.

You don’t turn around. You know he was pissed at you for a kiss, to the man whom you’re married to, that you couldn’t control.

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His eyes meet yours and you blink up at him. Your mind wanting to stay furious with him for turning this into a huge joke and your body wanting to give into him - like always.

You open your mouth and go to speak, but the elevator doors open and Tommy goes to step out, before getting startled.

“Oh, shit,” he huffs on impulse, and you can’t help but step farther away from Joel.

Joel, who only pivots on his heel towards Tommy and furrows his brows.

“Y’put that old fart to bed?” He asks.

Tommy steps out and around you both. Giving you a suspicious look, before his eyes flicker back to Joel’s

“Uh, yeah - m’headin’…” he points with his thumb, back down the hall, towards the bar.

“Back in there,” his sentence trails off and Joel slaps his arm twice with an over exaggerated smile, before following you into the elevator.

“Great, just gonna make sure this one gets to her room okay.”

Tommy gives you both another strange look as the elevator doors close. You don’t bother looking him in the eye.

After the elevator doors have fully closed and he sees the box of light begin to lift off the floor, Tommy huffs a loud sigh of relief. He thought for sure he just got caught. He thinks both of them must have been quite drunk to not realize how long he’d been gone, just like HB said. He runs a hand through his still-wet hair, then nervously adjusts his belt again before he heads back to the bar to close out his tab.

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This was a labor of love and I had lots of help along the way. I want to thank @gracieispunk for her permission and encouragement first and foremost. (I really do love you girl.) This was SO fun to write and I hope I did her characters justice because I love them so much and her writing means A LOT to me. I also want to thank everyone who offered me advice and support in the writing of this piece, which I took way too seriously lolol. This is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written (BY FAR) and it’s the first time I’ve ever written mlm. I am nervous and I really hope I did it some justice but I apologize if I didn’t do it well. BIG thank you to  @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog  who gave me the idea to mimic some of the scenes that hbf and his reader have done. And thank yous to the following creative people for helping me with beta reading and workshoping various parts of this absolute cock-fest:  @theywhowriteandknowthings  @bonezone44 @hiddenbabynyc  @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin  @clawdee @ievutebebe

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My own personal head-canons (not based on facts or encouraged by anyone - just some background I had in my head while I wrote this non-canon story) *not required reading - only read if you’re interested.

I head-canon HB as Timothy Olyphant. In my mind reader is 28/29, Tommy is 34/35, Joel is 39/40, HB is 48/49. Reader & HB have been married about 5 years.

I don’t think that HB knows everything that goes on, but I do like to think that - being an architect-bro and a pretty high-tech dude, he has cameras in the house - potentially ones that his wife doesn’t know about. So, he knows 100% for sure that she and Joel have their thing going on. He’s not really upset about it.

HB refuses to pin himself down with a label, sexually, but in my mind his appetite is varied and he goes through phases (His wife thinks he's straight). When they met he thought she was beautiful, smart, and kind. They had a fun relationship, good sex, and she was impressed by him, made him feel good. Most importantly, his mother liked her, and since his mother was ill at the time, he proposed and married her after a whirlwind romance. His mother has since passed away.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for his wife - after the first couple years of their marriage he started to lose interest (sexually). It's kind of a sugar daddy vibe going on and since he's pretty self-absorbed, he has no qualms about keeping a pretty young thing on his arm. He’s not a serial cheater by any means but he is currently having a secret fling with his best friend’s brother - Tommy Miller (who is newly bi). This is relatively new and it’s not the reason why he’s doing it - but he justifies this affair with the knowledge that she and Joel were fucking each other first.

He likes his wife, cares about her, finds her attractive, and enjoys fucking her from time to time (he's certainly not gonna say no to getting off if she initiates). He’s not a bad guy, but he’s definitely selfish and prefers to remain emotionally unavailable. He doesn’t treat her badly but he very rarely treats her with the care and attention she deserves (I didn't say he was a good guy, but he could be worse). 

Part of him is unaware of all the selfish ways he acts (narcissist) , but the part of him that does know how shitty he’s acting is soothed by the fact that he knows his best friend is taking care of her. Not even just in a sexual sense, part of him knows that Joel cares about her and looks out for her (aka is obsessed with her).

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#HB x Tommy Miller #hbf!joel #hbf!joel universe #gracieispunk #so much ass #mlm

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finished Apothecary Diaries light novel 9

Bah, now I have to wait until January 18th for the 10th one to come out in English, but that was some good binge reading.

Spoilery thoughts under the cut. No holds barred. Stay out if you mind. Mostly just trying to untangle stuff that's been rattling around my head as I've inhaled a novel a day for the last week.

JinMao

Maomao quickly got adopted by the aro-ace community (for good reason) but as the series goes on, I think she's probably more of a graysexual / sex neutral. She's not sex repulsed. She was simply raised to view sex as a transactional thing, not a romantic thing, and never saw how it could apply to her. (She lacks certain assets.) She also saw women around her using men and being used in turn, selling their talents and bodies, and decided she wanted no part of that aspect of being a courtesan, because she could see the damage it could do to both parties of the transaction. Her own mother died of an STD. Men in the pleasure district waste all their money chasing fantasies that are not real.

That said, she was trained as a courtesan and knows exactly what women need to do to please men, to the point where she was the one running the darn sex ed class for the rear palace.

I don't think she'll ever change her views on sex as a transaction, but Lahan planted the idea in her head that she'll probably want to have at least one kid for the experience, and there's only one way to do that. So there's her incentive. It's funny because she objectively knows Jinshi is attractive (and has a decent frog, ahem) but that isn't the same as being attracted to him. He makes her flustered sometimes and there's a massive level of denial that comes from her perceived status difference, but as the story progresses, we've learned that status difference isn't nearly as steep as she thinks it is. And you can come to care for someone, even love them in a non romantic way, without being sexually attracted to them. This seems to be about where she is as of volume nine. She doesn't reciprocate his feelings, and she really doesn't understand why he picked her, but there's an affection and some level of resignation that his infatuation hasn't cooled yet, and may not ever. (She hoped it would.)

Then there's Jinshi. I pinned him as the classic nonbinary bisexual stereotype at first too, but he's more of a pure monogamist demisexual type, if anything. (Or as someone put it, he's "Maomaosexual.") Which is a disaster to have as a position such as "imperial male" whose only real job is to try to father as many children as humanly possibly.

I realize now that pretending to be a eunoch in the rear palace was his way of avoiding getting forced into his own political marriages he wasn't interested in. Taking the "eunoch medicine" (was it some sort of proto-spirolectone? was it just a libido blocker? who knows? pretty sure it stopped erections and maybe suppressed facial hair growth to some extent) wasn't a big deal for him because he, too, wasn't particularly interested in sex. Not with the randos who only wanted him for his pretty face. Probably the Emperor being a lusty bear and the horror stories about his grandfather had him also decide he wanted none of that either.

Until he fell in love with Maomao, and then he wanted to have her no matter what it was going to cost him, no matter how long it took. (And no matter how long it took him to convince her to come around to the idea - which he still hasn't done, although it seems she's finally starting to get resigned to it.)

Too bad for him, Maomao being the La princess means that's going to be a messy political marriage too. (And it's what he was trying to avoid! Who could have known that the cute little apothecary that was working as a laundry girl was the missing daughter of General Lakan?) The whole nation is apparently already aware she's been proposed for the position of the Imperial Brother's consort - and her getting dragged on the trip west with Lakan and Jinshi in this current arc is all but declaring her the front runner and daring the other factions to do something about it. I keep thinking back to the hairpins - she has Jinshi's, Gyokuyou's, and even Lihua's hairpins still. At the right place and time, those three could make a powerful statement about how many allies she has in the court.

Other Character Thoughts

The real nonbinary beauty Ah-Duo, who had a hysterectomy alongside Jinshi's birth. (I had one of those myself a few years ago. Its been swell. 10/10 highly recommend if you don't want kids.) In a modern setting you'd probably be able to keep your ovaries, but she likely lost those as well during the traumatic birth, so she went through menopause at the age of 16. That's, uh, not great from a health standpoint, but hey, she's alive, and thanks to the intentional baby swap, her son's alive. She is the mom friend everyone deserves. I'm so happy that after she "retired" that she got her own estate and became the local zookeeper for People Who The Government Had To Pretend Died For Reasons But Didn't Deserve It.

(On that note: We now know for sure that Ah-Duo knows Jinshi is her son. She proposed the swap! Anshi knows; she agreed to the swap and loves her grandson much more than she did her second real son. Suiren knows. The Emperor knows but can't say anything. Luomen knows but won't say anything. Maomao figured it out but also won't say anything. I suspect the women in the Ma family probably figured it out as well - Taimao, Maamao, and Chuo, all independently, and all tacitly keeping the secret. Gaoshun may suspect but like Maomao, knows not to think too hard about it. Gyokyuou does not know; she thinks of Jinshi as a brother-in-law, not a stepson. Probably a good thing, considering they are close in age. I think she knew that the local eunoch running the rear palace was the missing Imperial Brother, and that's how their relationship has always been. And I don't think Jinshi knows he's Ah-Duo's son. It's going to break him if he ever finds out. Being "the spare" his whole life has been bad enough. He definitely never wanted to be first in line.)

There's the bisexual Big Sister Pairen, who could have quit being a courtesan long ago if she wanted to, but she likes sex work and has a libido the exact opposite of Maomaos. Maybe some day her prince Lihaku will be able to afford to buy her out. (Hopefully Maomao gives him tips on how he needs to ride into town. On a white horse. With a parade and stuff.) Having a true sex positive character in the same series as an aro-ace spectrum character to act as a foil is a great contrast. (The fact that Pairen is also implied to be a succubus sucking out men's energy to stay youthful is also funny as heck.)

Then we've got the one off characters, like the Shrine Maiden. They never call her this by name, but today we'd flat out call her trans. Not that she had a choice... she was castrated at birth. I'm happy her tale didn't completely end in tragedy and she's now got a place on Ah-Duo's Government Secret Farm. Same with Suirei - sure, she directly or indirectly caused the deaths of a lot of people as part of a conspiracy to kill Jinshi, but she was ordered to do it by her stepmother. So she didn't have much of a choice.

Same with Lishu. Her life has been one of misery but maybe she'll finally get a chance at a happy ending in a future volume. Hated by her dad. Married to a pedophile (that her father thought might be her real father - fucking EW) .... who promptly died. Sent to the nunnery. Sent right back as a bride to his son, still as a 9 year old. Even more ew. (The emperor absolutely treated her like a daughter the whole time, thank god.) Multiple assassination attempts. Bullied by her own maids. Treated like shit. Threatened to get swapped to the Imperial Prince as a consort. Falsely accused of infidelity because stress stopped her period. Humiliated. Ended up locked in a tower. Drugged. Almost driven to suicide. Saved, but sent right back to the nunnery since clearly she wasn't fit to be a consort.

That poor girl.

But she's still got a chance at happiness, if Basen gets to claim her as his reward. Crossing my fingers for them.

Going Forward

I can't wait til volume 10. Is Lakan getting dragged over there because the Empress's brother is trying to snag Maomao (the only La family princess) as a consort for one of his family members, even as he tries to force a marriage between Jinshi and his own daughter? (Or worse, make her become a middle ranked consort to the emperor as a snub to Gyokuyou?) Or is it genuinely because there's war brewing and the general is needed to help make plans?

#the apothecary diaries #the apothecary diaries novels #jinshi x maomao #jinmao

[hoshinoyozora]

Roses in the Thorns

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Female! Fae! Reader

💛 Word Count: 2,3k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

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I haven’t seen ch 7 yet, but I heard Mal causes snow too when he’s upset? Idk let’s just say he does that here XD Also the meaning of the title is that rose often denotes romance, but is it really romance in their relationship? @married-to-google-translater

Malleus didn’t really like going home.

Of course, he missed his grandmother that worked hard in his stead. His little rose garden waiting to be tended and admired. And his palace that held the comforting yet no less fascinating gargoyles and grotesques. But he didn’t miss the loneliness of his status and species, the fear from people, and you.

The fiancée that his grandmother set up from some Duke a few centuries ago.

It wasn’t as if he hated you, per se. You did your job as a princess and a fiancée very well, perhaps a bit too well, strengthening Queen Maleficia’s fondness for you. She, out of all people, knew just how lonely he was, regardless of his attempts to hide it, and you were more than ready to spend the next centuries with him. Malleus knew he should be delighted, grateful even, that his fiancée wasn’t a shy or fearful thing. But if he had to pinpoint why he disliked you, he might not be able to answer it quickly.

“Welcome back. I miss you.”

You hugged him tighter and closer than any royal couple had done, than any royal couple was supposed to be doing. You hummed contentedly against his shoulder, trying to sway him side by side. You weren’t fazed by his rigid body, however, and merely smiled up at him.

“The castle feels so lonely without you, you know.”

Malleus squinted slightly. He never really knew if you were jabbing at his little insecurity or if you genuinely felt that way. Maybe he was reading too much into your actions, maybe he wasn’t. Who would’ve known?

“I see. That’s unfortunate.”

A neutral answer; neither sympathizing nor mocking. He pushed you away, gently as to avoid any suspicion from the unseen eyes and ears that your relationship wasn’t as harmonious as it should be.

“Avoidant, as usual.” you mused, trailing after him with your hands clasped behind you. “But allow me to accompany you a bit more, Malleus. Fortunately, I have a loose schedule for today.”

Your smile widened just as your eyes glowed in the dimly-lit hallway.

“Because I knew you’d come back to me.”

Ah, that’s right. He disliked you because of your confidence. While it didn’t exactly tiptoe the line of arrogance, it was still annoying how you thought he favored you any more than he favored other women desperate for his hand in marriage. Then again, he couldn’t really fault you for trying. A cold, formal marriage might be the standard for many royal couples, but a harmonious one – both in public and private – would greatly benefit your relationship and image.

And yet…

“I’m tired. I’d like to rest for now.”

Your confidence wasn’t the main reason behind his antipathy.

“Are you sulking, Malleus?”

It was your perceptiveness. Your ability to make him feel naked, vulnerable, tamed. Lilia had that power too, but he was his caretaker and retainer. He cared about him. While you? You were an enigma. A wildcard. A stranger that his grandmother was forced to marry soon.

“What makes you think so?”

Calmly, you closed the doors of his bedroom.

“Why, your face says it all, of course.”

Instinctively, Malleus touched his face. Was he really that expressive? Lilia could read him, but once again, he was his caretaker and retainer.

You chuckled, “Are you thinking about whether you’re being very expressive right now?”

His eyes widened slightly.

“Well, you’re not. But I’ve spent centuries observing you, so I can pick up all your emotions now.” You peeked through your lashes coyly. “So, did you finally find some joy in that school?”

Malleus resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. He shouldn’t be surprised considering that you were his fiancée, but he knew that had you were more blatant with your ‘observation’, he’d think of you as another Rook Hunt instead.

“I didn’t go there to search for amusement.”

“Oh, really? Not even a new friend?”

“The people there are mostly pleasant.”

You simpered, eyes softening slightly.

“You know I’m not talking about schoolmates.”

“Quit talking in riddles. If you don’t have any business left to discuss, you may leave my chamber at once.”

“Always so cold to me, and yet, you’re strangely warm to that magicless human.”

Stiffening, Malleus whipped around and gripped your arms.

“How did you know about Yuu?”

“Are you really asking me that? I’m your fiancée. I ought to know about your matters, too. How else can I help you if you encounter problems?”

“I already have Lilia with me. I don’t need your intervention.”

You cocked your head in mock questioning.

“Really? Just like how you’re barely invited to any event, including the ceremony? Or how your own retainers forget about you sometimes?”

Malleus ground his teeth.

“I suggest you to watch your tongue if you don’t want to lose it.”

“Oh, but what would people think if they found out that you punished me due to a simple couple spat? And we don’t need to imagine how Her Majesty would react to this. She loves me, you see, and you know it too.”

“Don’t think you’re invincible, [Name].”

“Maybe.” You shrugged carelessly. “But I’m the reason why people started to look at you in a better light now. If I were to, say, complain that you’re being hurtful towards me, they’d sooner believe me over a big, scary dragon.”

His grip tightened. As much as he hated to admit it, you were right. Ever since you got engaged to him, you often invited him to events and used the power of social pressure by displaying affections to him. Of course, Malleus had no choice but to comply and requite the unwanted gestures. And those nobles, foolish little creatures despite the intelligence they touted, immediately believed the act and spread the news all over the country. Now, everyone knew you both as an unconventionally loving couple; surprising but no less heartwarming.

But he could care about his image later.

“Whatever you do, do not harm Yuu in any way.”

You huffed a laugh.

“You wound me, Malleus. When have I ever treat humans so unjustly? They’re a part of our people, too.”

Malleus squinted and opened his mouth to retort, only to close it back. What was he going to say again? That he thought you’d hurt Yuu out of ‘jealousy’ of his friendship? Thinking about it was silly enough; saying it aloud would make him a bigger fool. You probably couldn’t feel jealous, not when you seemed so complacent even in the face of threat. What would you respond later? Another jab? Another sneer?

***

“Lilia, are you the one who told Princess [Name] about me being excluded to school events?”

The cup hovered as Lilia paused to process the question. Peeking up through his lashes, he discerned Malleus’ agitated expression.

“Why, even if I don’t tell her, she can still find out somewhere else.”

“You know I don’t like it when she meddles in my affairs,” Malleus grumbled. “and now she knows about Yuu’s existence too. What if she hurts them?”

“I’ve been observing her, and never once did she mistreat humans. She might seem like a know-it-all, but she’s only trying to do her duty. Let’s not be too paranoid.”

Despite Lilia’s attempt to reassure him, Malleus couldn’t subdue the agitation in his chest. You were too unpredictable, in a way that might just be worse than Lilia. Even if the said fae wasn’t his retainer, Malleus would still trust him to be around Yuu due to his wish for a peaceful life.

Unfortunately, his anxiety was proven true when he spotted you talking with Yuu in the Ramshackle yard at one night.

“Oh, hi, Tsunotarou!”

You glanced at them in bemusement yet devoid of surprise, as if you knew the nickname was harmless. On one hand, Malleus was relieved to know that you wouldn’t scold or punish them for discourtesy like Sebek would’ve done. But on the other hand, he was still angry at your insolence.

“Pardon us, Yuu, but I’d like to speak to her first.”

“Oh, yes. You guys are, uh, dating, right? Go ahead.”

Squinting, Malleus grabbed your wrist and dragged you to a secluded spot.

“Why did you tell them that we’re ‘dating’?! And what are you doing here?! Why didn’t you tell me that you’d come?!”

“I just want to know what compelled you to them. It’s rather baffling, but I think I understand now. That child doesn’t see you for your species, right? They don’t even know about your true name.”

Malleus remained silent.

You simpered, “And it appears that you didn’t tell them about your status too. Why? Are you afraid that they’d change their mind about you?”

“That is none of your business.”

“You know, they’re the one who thinks we’re dating. And they’re not wrong. We are dating, aren’t we?”

“That’s because you’re being nosy!” Malleus hissed. “Can’t you just stop bothering me and let me have some peace for once?!”

Suddenly, your face hardened just as your body went rigid under his grip. It was rather eerie to see you without your calm smile or the way your eyes stared at him without their usual gentleness of complacency. Had he finally displeased you?

“Your grandmother once told me that you liked to read fairy tales and dreamed of happily ever after. I can give you that, and Queen Maleficia knows I’ve been trying for the past centuries, but it seems that my efforts are actually futile all this time.”

You snatched your wrist from his grip and stopped beside him.

“One day, you shall see that I’m the constant part of your life. Not even your fragile and temporary friendship with that magicless human can replace me.” you declared quietly. “And one day, you shall come back to me once the loneliness becomes too overwhelming for you. Because I am the only one you need in your life.”

The wind blew past him, and with it, you were gone. Malleus looked at your empty spot, wondering since when the silence rang too loud in his ears. Then, he scoffed.

How silly. You were useful as a princess and fiancée, yes, but as a companion? No. He didn’t need you platonically or romantically, and he was sure he could live for the next centuries treating you as a business partner or a distant roommate. Just like many others before him.

He could bear with that cold, formal marriage. He was sure of it.

Seasons changed, the calendars turned their pages, and Night Raven College became a distant yet bittersweet memory. Crowley officially failed to bring Yuu home, so Malleus decided to give them a new one in Queendom of Roses so they’d feel close to their friends. It didn’t lessen their eternal anguish and longing, but at least they were able to hide it in the letters and smile at him on the rare times they met. On the other hand, ever since that incident, you’d become distant despite your new status as his wife. Although you were still successful at fooling the nobles with your loving façade, the people close to you managed to sense the wall between you. It was concerning enough until Queen Maleficia decided to confront you both, and with a masterfully calm smile, you replied.

“We simply have a disagreement, but I assure you, it won’t affect our duties or images in any way.”

Malleus could tell she didn’t really believe it, but she sighed in a way weary parents usually did, including Lilia. And you both weren’t exempted from Lilia’s admonishment itself.

For years, the invisible wall remained sturdy, neither heightening or lowering

Until, one day, Yuu died.

Nobody needed to guess who the culprit was when blizzards and thunderstorm kept falling interchangeably around the country. Lilia had implored him to calm down to prevent more deluges in the small villages, and at one point even proposed to visit you for comfort, but Malleus merely lashed out at the latter. How dare he suggest such a ludicrous thing?! All Malleus wanted was to meet his one and only friend again, not you. Never you.

But, alas, Yuu’s fate was already set in stone, and for all his power, there was nothing Malleus could do. The storms had lessened, but dark clouds still lingered in the already gloomy sky. The cloud was heavier around him who refused to leave his room, leaving the court to handle the brunt of his duty. Including you.

“[Name].”

Calmly, you sipped the warm tea and put the cup back to its saucer. You didn’t turn to look at him, but Malleus knew you were listening. You were always listening for him, about him, and the thought strangely flattered him now.

Malleus crossed the drawing room and stood beside you. He stared down at you for a moment before he kneeled.

“You’re correct.”

It was an abrupt apology yet no less sincere. He took your hand from your lap and clasped it within his cold and desperate hands, looking at you pleadingly despite your silent refusal.

“You are… the true constant part of my life. My queen, my wife, and my companion. I was mistaken to believe that my friendship with Yuu could be anything but…” He swallowed the grief and pride. “fragile and temporary, not when they were a mere mortal in my impossibly long life. Forgive me for being so blind and foolish to the truth.”

Malleus rested his forehead against your lap, already resigned to the silence that might stretch on forever. It wasn’t until he felt a hand prod him to raise his head did he obey.

Finally, you looked at him.

“I told you.” you whispered, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “You’ll come back to me. Because you just can’t live without me, can you?”

“Yes, yes, of course. You are the only I need in my life.”

Slowly, you smile widened just as your eyes glowed in the dimly-lit room.

The same confident and complacent smile that he once hated but now loved.

The same confident and complacent smile that told him you won this centuries-long game of cat and mouse.

“Good boy.”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst imagines #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus #female reader #yandere twst #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #married-to-google-translater

[blues824]

Hey bestie can I please request the remarried empress meeting a female inosuke.

🐗Just imagine sovieshit finding her in another hunting trip and when they capture her are removed the bore mask they see the most beautiful woman ever.

✨So he desides to bring her the eastern empire to make her more normal and teach her how to be a lady because her beauty is enough for people to sometimes forget she grew up in the wild with a bore mother.

🐗Imagen them learning her family came from respected Nobels but after a atack her mother ran with her to protect her only for them to find her mother dead and her missing(they though she died to becous what child can survive in the wild ) .

✨How would navier react to her coming to the Palace and when the inosuke reader sees her she starts giving her shiny acorns (nobody knows wher she gets them) because she admires navier strength and powerful energy she has and admirering her when she thought it's going to be another rattrash .

🐗I see the inosuke reader and kosiar getting along in Spar matches after kosiar knows she won't try to hurt navier like rattrash and them getting along with calling rattrash weak and finding it refreshing to see a "lady" who can be more aggressive than him.

✨When she first met rattrash she straight up tells her she would not survive on day in the forest and then asks her to fight her because she is so weak it annoying her. All because rattrash ran up to her to become friends.

🐗Imagen after a few months she starts to become more lady like and when sovieshit wants to make her his second concubine she tells him even her bore mother stayed loyal to her bore father (I don't know if bors do that I tried looking it up but gave up ) and refuses and sees it as the greats insult and ask him to fight her to honour her bore mother and her real family and navier.

✨How would heinley and ergi react to the empress loyal bore and seeing her transform from wild person to a lady that they're famly is proud of.

🐗Heinley first met her in his bird form in the gardens getting captured by her thinking he is going to get eaten only for her to give him to navier because he was a shiny bird.

✨Imagen her real family being happy she is alive instead of being discussed how she grew up in the wild and take her back in their mansion and start teaching her to become a lady and how would they react to her lessons actually working.

🐗How would everyone react to finding out that she still won't give up her bore mask even though she doesn't wear it anymore only to find out it's the bore that took care of her and her family making her a place to put the mask.

✨because even though it was a bore that raised her she is alive and well thx to the bore they now can finally spend time with her after all the time they had lost with her.

Inosuke’s story is just so sad, bro.

Sovieshu

Upon taking off your mask to reveal your face, he knew he was smitten. He had helped you out of the trap he had set for hunting purposes. Hearing your rough way of speaking and very unladylike mannerisms, he set his mind on bringing you back to the palace and assigning a tutor for you to learn the Empire’s customs for young women.

As he was searching the hospital and such for any medical records of you or your family, he discovered that your family was actually a part of the noble scene within the Eastern Empire. When he investigated further, he learned that your mother was the body they had found deep in the woods when he was 11. You were presumed dead as a baby, but you told him that you were raised by the boars that inhabited the area.

You had even told him that the boar head you always wore was your boar-mother’s. To everyone else, that fact was very disturbing, but you seemed to have a very sentimental attachment to your mask. Thus, he allowed it to stay in your chambers. After all, he wants to be on your good side when he asks a very important question.

When you got to a certain point in your lessons where you were behaving like a typical lady, aside from when you were absolutely sure that someone was challenging you, he proposed the offer of you becoming his second concubine. You went silent for a few moments before you started shaking in anger as you told him that neither of your mothers were disloyal to either of your fathers and marched off.

Rashta

She was at the palace door, waiting for Sovieshu’s return from hunting. However, she did not expect to see a very beautiful woman, dressed rather indecently and ruggedly, to be at his side just like she was however many months ago. Maybe this situation was different, though, and the Emperor was just doing the right thing.

But, as you passed her, you whispered something about how the snow-woman would never survive in the wild. Rashta knew that you were talking about her, and it honestly didn’t surprise her at all. Ever since she became a concubine, people have been talking about her in very negative ways. However, she had never heard that before.

Because she was very curious as to why you were in the forest, she eavesdropped on any conversations Sovieshu and Navier had about you. From them, she learned that you were actually a noblewoman who was originally presumed dead when they found your mother’s body in the woods but there was no sign of you.

Fortunately, she was not aware of Sovieshu asking you to become his second concubine. Otherwise, she might have destroyed a certain mask that she knew you were very attached to out of pure anger. That would have resulted in a catastrophic battle as you still knew how to fight because of your boar family.

Navier

She was originally upset that her husband had brought another woman into the palace, but you were very different from Rashta. In a short amount of time, she saw that you held no romantic attraction towards Sovieshu but rather a desire to serve her instead. One example would be the many acorns and shiny rocks you had given her, a mannerism she knew was characteristic of boars.

Yeah, the Emperor had informed her of both your noble and animalistic background. She remembers being a young girl when she had learned of both ‘your’ and your mother’s death. But she wasn’t too sad then because she had never gotten to know you or your mother. She did get to know the rest of the Hashibira family.

Navier had also overseen your tutors and governesses to make sure that you were getting the best education you could. She would even allow you to copy her because she knew that you learned better that way. It took a while, but the lessons were working and you were becoming more ladylike. Your family had even commented that you were very polite, and she rewarded you by ordering some tempura for you.

When you showed up to your afternoon tea meetings with Queen in your hands, she let out a gasp of shock as she took the bird from you. He didn’t seem injured, but rather shaken up, so she was relieved. You explained that it was a shiny bird and thus you deemed it worthy for her, and she let out a giggle at your actions.

Heinrey

Seeing you for the first time was definitely an experience he never wanted to relive. You attacked him and carried him to the Empress. He only regained his breath once he was in the arms of his Beloved, but he saw how loyal you were to her and so the two of you understood each other on that particular level.

Navier, not knowing that he was Queen, had told him about you a few different times. You were a noblewoman who was taken to the forest by your mom in an attempt to flee an attack, but your mother had died and you had gone missing. The story was actually very interesting to him, and he is surprised to hear that you were raised by boars.

After all, your behavior did not reflect that anymore. Your lessons had trained you to act like and be a proper lady, but you still knew how to fight (as seen when you attacked him while he was in bird form just to bring him to Her Imperial Majesty).

Now, you knew that he was Queen. However, you treated him like a friend and an ally. You also started bringing him shiny things, which made him pick up a book about boars so that he could understand you better. Any friend of the Empress’s is a friend of his, and thus he felt obligated to get to know you.

Kosair

When you first met each other, there was an instant connection. You weren’t like the uptight and proper ladies of the court, and you didn’t mind getting roughed up a little. The two of you often play-fight as a way to show your aggressive love towards each other, and it once ended up in you pinning him by straddling his waist. The shade of red his face turned is incomparable.

The two of you also bond in the fact that you both absolutely despise Rashta. You just thought that she was all bark and no bite, but Kosair knew that she was plotting against his younger sister. Another thing you both have in common: you both love Navier like a sister (in Kosair’s case, she actually is his sister, but anyways).

You have shown him the boar mask that you usually wore in the woods, and you explained that you had been raised by boars after your human mother had died. It would have been a disgusting sight to anyone else, but to Kosair it was as though you were sharing a brooch that was a family heirloom. He listened as you told him about your life and how the pressure of being a noblewoman was piling up on your shoulders. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand and reassured you that it didn’t matter how you acted because he would always love you anyways.

Once it had gotten around that Sovieshu had asked if you would become his concubine, your beloved was incredibly angry. In fact, one would think that he was asked instead of you because of how furious he was. You had to hold him back from throwing hands with the Emperor, which was definitely a difficult task.

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[tillthelandslide]

That Ross Instagram AU was soooo cute. Could you write a one-shot about Ross and readers first time sleeping together?? Like maybe they've already been on a few dates but she wanted to take it slow and make sure he was serious about her before having sex.

Made for Me - Ross Macdonald Smut

18+ MINORS DNI

A/n: I tried to make this really sweet but I'm just too feral for Ross at the moment so it's not as sweet as I wanted it... Also I keep seeing photos with Ross with fans and Jesus Christ my husband has gotten more ripped! So obvs had to include that. Anyway hope you enjoy

You and Ross hadn't been dating for very long but you knew he was the one for you, you had been on quite a few dates before he left for tour, as many as you could fit in before you had to eventually say goodbye. You spent all your free time with the man and he was quick to introduce you to the band and everyone who he worked with, all of you becoming close quite quickly. You knew he was your person from the moment you met him, he seemed to just get you, understand everything there was to understand.

You wanted to make sure he felt the same way and that became perfectly evident whilst he was away on tour. You were no stranger to men seeking every opportunity to sleep with women whilst their partner was away and seeing as you and Ross weren't in a relationship you were half expecting him to take up the many opportunities he got whilst on tour.

But the many phone calls and facetime calls you got form him, from the confines of his hotel room when the other boys were out drinking or celebrating, made it perfectly clear he was serious. Or the many texts you got from the other guys, begging you to come see them on tour so Ross would stop complaining about how much he missed you, told you everything you needed to know.

"Would rather talk to you than go out love. 've missed you" he said one night, a slightly sad smile resting on his lips.

"Ross Macdonald denying a pint? That's not like you" you said, making him laugh before shrugging.

"What can I say? I'm a changed man" he said, you remember how you wanted to just drop everything in your life and buy a plane ticket to see him but that wasn't possible. Especially when he got interrupted by someone unknown to you, informing said person that he was on the phone to "his girl".

You surprised them on the last day of their tour, working with Jamie and the tour manager, to organise your arrival and organising with his brother to stay with them when Ross finishes tour, knowing it would be the first palace he wanted to visit because he mentioned it to you, practically begging for you to come with him. He told you he felt really conflicted because he wanted nothing more than to see you but also promised his brother he'd visit him and his nephew. You solved the dilemma yourself, not that he knew that just yet.

You arrived at the venue, Jamie sneaking you in through a back door, the show hadn't started yet. He gave you a warm hug upon seeing you, saying it was nice to see you again and he was looking forward to seeing Ross' reaction, again mentioning how moany he has been without you.

"Okay so Matty is coming to meet you and he'll take you to the boys, Ross has no clue what's happening, will probably think Matty's gone for a fag" Jamie says as he texts Matty. You and Jamie catch up before you see the curly man walking towards you, a large smile resting on his lips, running the last bit of distance and pulling you into a hug.

"Thank god you're here, wish it was a bit earlier, would've made the tour more bearable" he jokes pulling back to look at you.

"He's been that bad huh?" You say making Matty shake his head.

"You have no idea" he says, the two of you laughing. Ross is waiting in another room with the guys, a while away from where you, Matty and Jamie are standing but he swears he hears your laugh, convincing himself that he just misses you that much, that he's hearing things.

Matty walks in front of you, pushing the door slightly just to reveal his face to the guys in the room.

"Hey mate" he says, Ross's eyes find him, waiting to see what he wants "got a delivery here for you, Jamie just picked it up" Matty says, his voice so casual and it makes her smile.

"A delivery? For me? How special" he jokes making you hold back a laugh. Matty opens the door a second later and the two of you watch as the smile drops from his face, dimples disappearing as his mouth hangs open, before he's smiling widely again, eyes creasing the way you love, dimples popping, a genuine Ross smile that has your stomach swarming with butterflies.

He's standing not a moment later, large legs talking him to you in two long strides, next he's wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, slightly lifting you off the ground.

You laugh loudly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, placing a loving peck to his cheek.

"you're here, like actually here" he says simply as he pulls back from you to see you. He knew he heard your laugh.

"I'm here" you nod making him smile.

"Can't believe you're here, I've fucking missed you" he says.

"I've heard..." You say, eyes wandering back to the boys who all chuckle.

"You little shits" Ross says, briefly turning away from you to look at the guys who have snitched on him.

"You were becoming unbearable mate and that's coming from me" Adam says, who also has been missing Carly and his son (very understandable).

You chuckle at his words, eyes moving back to Ross who turns back to you, hand grasping your face gently, pulling you toward him to meet in a soft kiss before he allows you to move away from him and say hi to the guys, all of whom hug you tightly, thanking you for arriving (commenting on the fact it is the last show and your arrival was needed much earlier, not that you could've helped that).

You're then all talking, including the support act, tucked into Ross' side, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, not letting you go. You can't help but keep looking up at the man, wanting nothing more than to pull him into some secret room to show him how much you've missed him. The two of you had been taking things slow, not that you didn't do other things (both too desperate for each other not to do anything at all) but you were yet to have sex and you found yourself craving it now.

You allow him to leave you when he has to go on stage, pressing multiple kisses to his mouth, making him chuckle.

"Stand on my side of the stage yeah?" He asks and you nod up at him, of course you were going to.

"I'll miss you" he says, smilingly stupidly down at you.

"We lasted all this time, think we can last a bit longer" a double meaning to your words. He leaves you with one last firm and sensual kiss to your mouth, grazing his tongue against yours momentarily before pulling away. The little shit.

You watch from the side of the stage, never missing a single smile on the man's lips, never once missing the looks he was shooting towards you, many winks thrown your way.

After the show, you wait as Ross says goodbye to the guys, not rushing him as you knew despite him spending months with them, he'd miss them during the few weeks they had off. You say your goodbyes before the both of you head back to his hotel, hand in hand and catching up on everything you'd missed.

"So you are coming to see my brother with me?" He asks as he enters his room, placing your bag that he had been carrying down to the floor before pulling you towards him so he could hold you in his arms. You nod up at him as he smiles , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"That makes me so fucking happy" he says against your mouth. Your hands find his chest, smoothing over the muscles over his shirt. He sighs into your mouth befofe pulling away.

"Missed you so much" he says and you smile.

"I missed you too Ross. So much" you say, allowing him to press another kiss to your mouth, a more urgent one this time. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, making you gasp against him, his tongue slowly finds its way into your mouth, moving languidly against yours as you grasp the back of his neck.

Your hands move from his neck, landing over his chest, pushing gently until he moves backwards, the back of his thighs hitting the bed so he sits down. He's quick to grasp your hips as you hold his shoulders, slowly lowering yourself onto the bed, hooking your legs over his until your straddling him.

He just can't get enough of you, wanting to be close to you at all times, so he pulls you into his arms again, just holding you against him in a crushing hug. Moments later he pulls away, his soft eyes find yours as the fingertips of his large hand drift over your cheek, landing on your jaw and holding you against his mouth.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, mouths moving slowly against each other, not needing or wanting to rush.

"I missed you" he repeats again, he had said it so many times but you weren't complaining. His mouth moves easily against yours, tugging at your bottom lip until you're quietly moaning into his mouth. When his tongue swipes across your bottom lip you can't help but gasp and the feeling makes you roll your hips down into his. He's quick to grasp your hips, controlling your movements, setting a slow torturous pace, one which gives you both pleasure but isn't enough.

"Ross I want you" you murmur into his mouth, making him groan. You can feel him hard and heavy beneath you and God how you had missed him. You knew the feeling of his fingers buried inside you and if was heaven and the way he pulsed against your tongue whilst your lips were wrapped around him. But you were beyond excited to him, all of him, deep in your core, his body and soul intertwined with yours as she showed you how he felt.

"Are you sure love? We don't have to rush this, we have all the time in the world. Need to make sure you're certain about this" he says, dark eyes piercing into yours, scanning your features for any sense of doubt, which of course he doesn't find.

"I want this. Do you?" You ask, insecurities creeping in.

"Desperately, but I can wait love... Id wait forever for you" his words have your heart pounding in your chest, stomach fluttering at the sentiment. You're quick to pull his mouth back to yours.

"I need you" you say this time, your words are hitting him differently now. His brown orbs somehow darken and he smears his mouth against yours, the kiss is passionate and has you moaning into him, hips continuing their slow grind against him, more forceful this time, pressing down harshly against him so he grunts into your mouth.

"Fuck love" he moans into your mouth, hands grasping your hips halting your movements making you pull away from him, a deep set frown on your face as you try your hardest to continue to move against him, his hands hold you in place, his firm grip only worsening your feral stage.

"Hold on a second love, want to take my time you" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, making the pout disappear. Your heart rate quickens at his words and the way his mouth is now moving slowly against your own. Tongue only swiping against yours in meaningful movements, taking from you only what you gave him.

"Can fuck you later, right now I just need to take my time, we only get the first time once, want to make it worth it" he says, airing his thoughts and apprehensions. Your brain gets caught up in the beginning of his words, your core tightening before your heart decided to take over, hearing the rest of the words and pulsing harshly at the sentiment.

"Ross" you say, the man smiling at the call of his name, never sounding so perfect than when it came from you. Your eyes were soft now when they met his and he can't help but grasp your face in his hands, gently pulling you back to his mouth, a chaste kiss before he pulls away.

"Gunna let me take my time?" He asks and you nod quickly, making him chuckle. He sighs deeply as he scans your features, his own heart soaring.

"I love you" he says, not able to contain it any longer. Your mouth falls open in a gasp and you freeze for a moment, before falling forward and kissing him passionately.

"I love you too" you mumble into his mouth. He takes his time in flipping you, resting on his elbows over you as to not crush you with his weight. He grumbles into your mouth as your small hand smooths over his beard, landing on his jaw and pulling him closer to you.

Although he wanted to take his time, he can't help but press his member against you, loving the way you sigh into his mouth.

"Ross" you moan, he isn't sure if it's a warning or a beg for more, maybe even both.

"What do you want love?" He asks, needing to hear you say it again. His mouth moves from yours, navigating it's way to your neck where firm kisses are pressed, accompanied by his tongue, swiping over the spot he knows you love.

"I want you" you sigh out, hand weaving it's way into his hair.

"You've got me, you've got me" he repeats into your neck, moaning when you raise your hips off the bed, needing some form of friction, the ache between your thighs needing to be quenched.

"You're going to be the death of me love" he says, pulling away from your neck, lips finding each other again and his hand runs along your side, untucking your shirt from your jeans and running his hand underneath it. Your skin is warm against his touch, you gasp as his calloused fingertips caress your torso, finally meeting the swell of your breast.

"Why?" You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as his hand rounds the back of you, singlehandedly undoing your bra, pulling the fabric away from your boobs so he can fondle your nipple.

"It's taking everything in me not to just fuck you" he groans and you moan loudly at his words. You don't say anything, just press another kiss to his mouth.

You knew if you begged him to fuck you, he would regret it, so you slow things down again. You knew he needed this time to be slow, you knew he needed to show you how much he loved you. And the truth was there would be plenty of other times he could fuck you harshly and quickly, and despite what the both of your minds are thinking in their currently ferral state, you both knew you didn't want this time to be like that.

You pull away from his mouth again, small hands finding the collar of his shirt, slowly undoing each button as you keep eye contact with him. He never knew such a simple task could be so intense. Finally his shirt is loose around his body, resting against his shoulders. His tanned skin is finally revealed to you, chest hair tempting you so you run your hands gently along his pecks which are heaving up and down.

Your eyes lower themselves to his abdomen, what once had a slight pouch (one in which you adored) was now harder under your touch, the muscles strengthened since you were last with each other. His new work out routine made him feel good and my god did it make him look it. You loved the old Ross, although he was more conscious about his body back then, now he was more confident and that's why you loved it.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours love?" He says, his tone airy, holding back a string of moans as your tongue swipes across the centre of his chest.

"Thinking of how you got so ripped" you say, your words making the large man chuckle above you. Your hands push against the fabric hanging loosely on his body, your hands moving along with it, down his muscular arms until it's off, you throw it somewhere.

"Yeah? Prefer me this way?" He asks and you know it comes from a place of insecurity.

"Not prefer... Never prefer" you say, mouth moving against his skin making him sigh "love you no matter what you look like..." Your voice trails off and his ears prick up at the silence, eyes snapping open to find you, needing you (if not for his egos sake) to finish your sentence.

"But?" He senses there is one.

"But fuck me you're hot" you say, finally running your hands down his abs, watching the way they contract before your fingertips are clasping his belt, quickly undoing it. Another act that Ross thinks is the hottest his ever seen. He tries not to let your words go straight to his head so he distracts himself with your body, but you can't help but smile as he smirks to himself.

His hands find the hem of your shirt, eyes asking for permission which you easily grant him, and so your shirt is pulled off, and next your bra which he had already undone. His mouth quickly finds your right breast, lips wrapping around the peaked pud, tongue swiping across his as you moan into the room.

"Ross" you sigh.

"Fuck you're so beautiful" he says as his eyes find yours again. You mouths meet again, not able to get enough each other. Your hands drift to his jeans again, not able to resist pressing your palm to the tent in his suit pants, he grunts into your mouth, but doesn't pull away this time, doesn't stop you. Maybe he had enough of taking his time, maybe this pace was good enough for the both of you.

"Love..." He says against your mouth as your hand continues to move against him, over the confines of his trousers. The noises he's making from just this have your core pulsing around nothing, feeling the emptiest it's ever felt. You knew you needed him and you needed him now.

You slowly undo his zip, thinking if you did it slowly enough maybe he wouldn't realise and wouldn't stop you.

"Love" he repeats again, you're worried he's going to stop your movements as he pulls away, but when he looks down to where you hand has halted against his zipper, before his eyes are snapping back to yours, you know to continue. With a slight push against his chest, he moves to the side, back against the bed as you stay at his side.

He was allowing himself this for now, he could worship your body after, knowing you desperately wanted him, in some form, you'd settle for anything right now. So he allows you to push down his trousers, chuckling as you take his underwear with them, not wasting time. His hard member snaps against his abdomen and he hisses as it meets the air, finally free. You almost drool at the sight, his huge cock that you had missed dearly (not as much as the man obviously) was leaking, the tip the redist you had seen it.

He watches as your eyes darken and how you bite your lip and he almost cums at the sight, only looking away from you when you wrap your hand around him, head snapping back momentarily due to the sudden pleasure. As your hand works against him he knows he needs to do something for you, he wants it more than anything, he wants to hear how you repeat his name over and over as you clench around his fingers.

His large hand rests on your own abdomen now, drifting down whilst staring into your eyes, his stare his intense and his mouth hangs open, moans and grunts falling from it. His fingertips easily find the button of your jeans, undoing them before taking the zip down.

He pauses as your thumb spreads across his tip, bringing the precum along his girth to the base of him. He pushes your hand away for a moment so he can tug your jeans down, groaning when your red lace underwear are revealed to him.

"Fucking hell" he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His calloused fingers are pressing against your clothed centre as your hand wraps around him again and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut again. Your movements on his length don't falter.

"You're soaked through love' he comments and you simply nod, too turned on to even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment and he fucking loves it, quickly pressing his mouth to yours as his fingers make their way into your underwear. Swearing against your mouth as he feels how wet you are.

"it's all for you ross"

He doesn't bother teasing you now, knowing you were desperate, so his fingers run through your folds spreading your wetness up to your clit where he presses harshly, massaging the bundle of nerves. It makes your hand pause for a second, moaning out his name.

"Fucking hell Ross, God I've missed you" you say and thats all he needs to hear before two of his long fingers are thrusting into you. You suddenly remember that he's aching and pulsing in your grip and you continue to stroke him, moaning in unison out of joint pleasure.

Your moans are harmonious with one another and you never break eye contact, it somehow makes the act even hotter, adding to your pleasure.

You have to grasp his shoulders with your other hand as he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot which has your head thrown back and your mouth agape. His mouth finds your neck, grunting against the skin as you quicken the pace. Ross can't help but thrust into your palm and you snap your head to find him.

"That's so hot" you confess and he manages to chuckle through a mean, biting his lip as he looks over you, landing on your centre where his fingers are thrusting harshly in and out of you, curling at the right moments, hitting that spot again.

"You're so tight love" he can't wait see how you feel around him.

"Ross" you moan, back arching.

"I need you..." You say and he nods.

"I know love, me too. Fuck" he pauses as a wave of intense pleasure courses through his body, he was close.

"Need you come for me first" he says, mouth pressing against yours as he curls his fingers again, holding the pads of them against your gspot and rubbing.

"Come for me love" and that's all you truly need before your core is fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating them. Your hand momentarily stops around him, too high on your orgasm to continue, not that he minds, seeing you blissed out makes him cum undone himself. His juices spilling into your hand and across his abdomen.

He pulls out from you, fingertips finding their way into his mouth making you moan when he sucks them cleans. Your own fingertips collect the mixture from your hand and his stomach, licking it all up as you stare at him.

"Fucking hell" is all he can say. The both of you find yourselves laughing at how wild you're acting. You pull him towards you until he's hovering over you again, your back to the bed this time. You can feel his member against your stomach, slowly hardening just by looking at you.

"I love you" you say again, the second time you've said it this evening.

"I love you too" he says, kissing you again. Your lips move like clockwork by now, his tongue tenderly swiping into your mouth, tasting each other on the others tongue. His large hands find your waist, caressing the skin gently.

He allows his hips to lower themselves slightly more towards you, until he's resting against your core, fully hard now. His hands move to your hips, slipping under the corners of your underwear.

"Can I take these off love?" He asks, breaking your kiss for a second.

"Please do" you say, and so he does, throwing them somewhere, neither of you caring where. He stops what he's doing, staring at you again, smiling to himself as his hand tucks a rogue hair behind your ear.

"How did I get so lucky huh?" He asks, shaking his head. You smile up at him, your hand coming up to drift over his features, gently soothing against the skin. He looked slightly worn out from being on tour, but he also looked so happy, dimples appearing and his eyes creasing, one of your favourite things about him.

"Can I make love to you now?" He says, his hand is coming to grasp the base of him. Your eyes snap down before looking up at him again, nodding eagerly. For a moment you panic he won't fit, you had never ever had anyone as big as Ross, he sees the worry etched across your features and places gently kisses to your cheeks and then mouth.

"I'll go slow okay?" He says and with a nod and a reassuring kiss he's weaving the tip of him into your hole. Your eyes close as he does and he places kisses to your lids, making you smile. You grasp his shoulders as you feel him stretch you open, your grasp is gentle, but he still needs to make sure you're okay.

"Look at me love" he says and immediately your eyes are opening to find him "are you okay?" He asks and you nod.

"Never better. Feels good, keep going" you say, letting him know that the stretch was welcomed. He slowly pushes himself in, groaning as he does, stopping himself from being too eager and pushing all the way in. But you surprise him but pushing against his hips, making him bottom out with a loud grunt from him and sharp inhale of breath from you, accompanied by a high pitch grasp.

"Oh fuck" he says, loving the way you clench around him, he waits a few moments for you to adjust to him, eyes never wavering from yours. His ego is stroked just a little when he sees pleasure make its way onto your face, mouth falling open as you moan, despite the fact he hadnt even moved yet.

"Are you okay love?" He asks again, chuckling silently, knowing by the look on your face you were more than okay, a look which he had seen many times before he went on tour, a look he saw when he had his face burried in-between your legs or knuckles deep in your cunt, a look which he had really missed, a look which he had only seen once tonight but knew wouldn't be the last time.

"Fuck you" you say, making him laugh again.

"Haven't even moved yet" he says and you shove jokingly at his chest before he kisses you.

"You're just so deep" you say, bringing his hand to feel your abdomen, making him groan into your mouth. He hadn't moved, yet with how large he was he was already pressed against your gspot.

"Can I move love?"

"Please" so his hips draw backwards, a moan falling from him and you, and then he slowly pushes back in, the two of you gasping into the other.

"Oh fuck" your moan is high pitch, eyes threatening to close with the amount of pleasure one thrust causes but you don't want to miss the way his face is contorting, eyebrows furrowing as his feels his own pleasure.

He repeats the action, the whole of him disappears from within you, before he pushes back in. His strokes are deep and slow, showing you how much he loves you.

"Fuck you're so good" you moan, moving away from his mouth to look at him.

"You feel so good love... So tight... So- fuck" his hips falter a second when you flutter around him at his own words.

His deep thrusts have you moaning his name repeatedly, each one being caught by his own mouth. He's vocal, more vocal than anyone you had been with previously and you loved it, knowing you'd do anything you can to hear his noises.

"Fuck you were made for me, look at you" he says before his grasping your chin, making you look at where you were joined, resting his forehead against yours.

"Look how well you're taking me love" you had never expected him to be the type to talk dirty like this, but you can't help how good it makes you feel. You watch with him as his cock nearly completely leaves you before it returns, joint with the wet sounds from you. His eyes find yours again and you're quick to push your mouth to his, tongue instantly finding his, moaning his name into his mouth.

"Faster Ross"

"Don't want to hurt you baby" he says and you chuckle, he shakes his head at the look of you, he couldn't resist if he tried. So he quickens the pace, movements just as deep as before, hitting your spot just the same, just more regularly now. The way you cling to his shoulders and the way you're clenching around him feels like heaven.

"Never going to get enough of this. Fuck I love you" he says, your mouth sucking against his neck, biting it as you moan, back arching again. His fingertips find your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves until your mouth hangs open, not able to do anything but moan his name.

"Ross Ross Ross" you repeat, it now being the only word you can say.

"I fucking love you. God I love you" he says forehead falling forward and resting against yours again and once again he can't help but look down at where he's snapping into you. He can't believe this is happening to him, he can't believe you of all people are allowing him to have you this way.

"so so lucky" he mumbles whilst looking at your sopping cunt taking him so well. You almost cum undone at his words, moving his chin upwards until he's looking at you.

"Ross..." Your eyes flutter momentarily before looking deep into his dark orbs, you pulse around him, your orgasm drawing closer. Your voice is floaty, barely there but he can hear you. The words you let out are sultry and they have his hips stuttering forward.

"Want you to cum for me" he knows he'll never hear anything hotter. He pushes himself forward before pulling backwards, he does this four more times before he bottoms out and stills, cumming inside you, coating your walls with him.

His thumb finds your clit, and knows by the way you're clenching around him youre close.

"Fuck I'm going to cum" you say.

"cum for me darling, cum for me" he says and his words make you let go, shaking around him. He grasps your shaking hand in his and he holds you through your orgasm, lips moving slowly against yours as a string of moans and his name fall into his mouth from yours.

Once you've come down from your high he pulls out of you, making the both of you groan, he falls down onto the bed next to you, pulling you to lie on his chest.

"Was that okay?" He asks. "Wasn't too fast or anything?" His insecurity speaks again.

"Ross it was perfect... Couldn't be more perfect" you say with a brief kiss to his mouth.

"Be my girlfriend please?" He asks and you smile as you nod.

"Id love to"

You cuddle after that, many more kisses pressed against one another's mouth and an array of "I love you's" being said. You then fall asleep, you pressed to his chest and his arms keeping you safe. It could never have not been perfect, because it was with Ross. Your person, who from the moment you met him, loved you exactly the way you needed.

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