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pickle-de-packle · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

Hi Guys!

I'm doing kinktober this year. I'm only doing 22 days.

On the blank spaces, you guys can request who you want (Repeat characters are welcomed!). Just comment or DM me!!

Thigh riding - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Hickeys - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Pictures - Papa IV (Ghost)

Phone sex/Dirty talk - Elon Musk

Sex Toys - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Creampie/Breeding - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Overstimulation - Elon Musk

Cock warming - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Office sex - Elon Musk

Mirror sex - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Praise kink - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Remote control vibe - Otto (The Umbrella Academy)

Fingering - Freddy Faz Bear (FNAF)

Face sitting - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Size difference - Andriy Yermak

Masturbation - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Panty Stealing - Axel (The Umbrella Academy)

No panties - Otto (The Umbrella Academy)

Glove kink - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Outdoor/Semi-public sex - Nerron (Mirrorworld)

Uniform - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Sleepy sex - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

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goylempire · 1 month

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Yearn.

NSFW. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 3000. Not edited.

Hentzau and his human. The first time.

The inn on the outskirts of Vena wasn’t the most appealing place to be. The hallways smelled of mildew and spilled liquor, several door frames were splintered where they had been victims of fists, and the people who passed her always made her pull the cloak she wore tighter around her. Despite all of this, she couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be. At the end of the second-floor hallway, in the very last room, Hentzau waited for her.

Room 238 always seemed to be available for them whenever Hentzau asked her to meet him. She would never admit how often she would check their secret message drop off spots. They had several just in case they were caught at one. She had wondered if he checked them as often as she did. She’d never asked. She wasn’t sure he would give her an answer if she did. He had a way of quickly diverting her attention to something different if he wanted to avoid a topic.

She slid the heavy brass key into the lock and turned the knob. The creaking of the door always felt ominous, and she feared that one day he wouldn’t be waiting for her on the other side. Would he tell her if he no longer wished to see her? Would she hear of his death if something were to happen to him? Surely, it would be in the papers if the King’s right-hand man died, but the fear of never knowing still clawed its way through her subconscious.

Today wouldn’t be that day, though.

Hentzau sat at the small table by the window. His ankle was crossed over his knee, his back was straight and tense, and the gold of his right eye seemed to hold the same questions of “what if” that stirred in her brain and chest. She so wanted to ask him what she was to him, but the fear of pushing him away kept the words from spilling from her mouth. Instead, she simply smiled at him and locked the door behind her.

“I was afraid I had given you too short notice to meet me here today,” he said as she made her way to him.

Shaking her head, she took the seat beside him.

“You’re in luck that I had to make a stop by the bakery,” she told him. “I might not have thought to check the hollowed tree if I hadn’t been so close to it.”

He hummed in response, but she got the feeling that he knew better. His shoulders relaxed just slightly as she placed her palm in the hand he had extended to her. He didn’t grasp it instantly, but let his fingers dance gently along her much softer skin.

“How have things been at your job? This is your second week there, yes?” he asked.

She nodded and fought back the shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of his fingers ghosting along her wrist.

“It’s going well, but it’s been much busier than I thought it would be. We’ve gotten in an order for a wedding party. It’s not a very large one, but I’ve never made a formal gown before, so I’m a bit nervous.”

Hentzau nodded, but it didn’t seem like he was really all that curious about her job. He seemed more distracted than usual. Had something happened?

“I am sure you’ll do fine,” he told her.

The backs of his claws were cold as they ran along the sensitive skin of the bend of her arm. The touch wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t often that his hands would stray far from hers. Her soft skin was something he had to readapt to every time they met, but tonight, it was almost as if her skin was the most fascinating thing he’d ever come across.

“I’ve thought about you all week.” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was as if the words were something forbidden that would break this peace they had found.

“I thought about you, too,” she admitted.

The ghost of a smile flickered across his face before he reined it back in.

“Have you?” he questioned, looking away from where his hands still traveled along her skin and up to her eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Every day. Most of the day.”

It was almost unsettling how calm his face was. How unmoving his expression was as his eyes bore into hers as if he was searching for any sign of deception. Any sign that she was stringing him along for the hell of it. He was risking his entire reputation being here with her, but he couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t leave this room and her and all their talks and secret kisses and the closest thing he’d had to normalcy since Kami’en had become king.

His hand moved from her arm to her face. His large hand cupped her jaw as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into his touch. These moments were so rare. Being openly affectionate was not something the commander was used to, and she reveled in the fact that those walls seemed to have come down if only for this moment. If only for this one night.

The touch of his lips against hers almost startled her away from him, but he held her to him. She had never thought that a person who was known for such harsh things could be so gentle or that stone lips could be more delicate than the finest silks in the shop she worked in.

The soft moan that was heard by only his ears was all it took for him to pull her roughly from her own chair and closer to him. His tongue slid past her lips and brushed against hers as if it hungered for the noises that hid in the depths of her soul.

“When your days were spent thinking of me, where did your thoughts go?” he asked when they parted. Their faces still so close together that she could count the shades of gold in his eyes even with his pupils blown wide. “Where did you allow them to go?”

Heat rose to her cheeks at the question. “What exactly are you asking me?”

He let out a short, breathy laugh. Her embarrassment was almost answer enough.

“Do you want to know what I thought about when my mind wandered to you?” he asked. “Do you want to know the thoughts that found me late into the night in my tent? The thoughts that kept me awake and kept me alive on the battlefield?”

She swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Use your words,” he demanded.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Please, tell me what you thought of.”

He ran his fingers through her hair and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. His warm breath felt like a phantom promise on her neck.

“I thought about the feel of your hands in mine and wondered if the rest of your body was just as warm. I imagined what it would be like to be with you in your bed with your body pressed to mine. In the darkness around me, I thought about the noises you’d make as I made you mine over and over again. If you would let me-”

“Yes.”

Pulling back to look her in the eyes, he let out a steady breath.

“What?” he questioned as if he hadn’t heard her correctly.

She brushed her fingers along the cracked skin of his cheek. For the first time, her touch didn't make him flinch.

“Make me yours,” she told him. “I want you to make me yours.”

He pulled them both to their feet, his hands deep in her hair. The heat of his mouth devoured any noises that thought about trying to escape her lips. The grey uniform bunched in her fists as she pressed into him as he walked her backward toward the bed. Her legs hit the edge of the mattress, but his large hands grasped her waist to stop her from falling onto it.

Breathlessly, he pulled his lips from hers.

“You are certain? This is what you want?” he asked.

“Yes. I want you,” she said. “More than anything.”

He ran his hand up her sides and made quick work of untying the laces on the back of her dress. The cold air kissed the exposed skin of her back, leaving chill bumps in its wake. She wasted no time shoving the sleeves past her arms and dropping the fabric in a pool at their feet. Hentzau said nothing as he stared at her like a wolf gazing down its next meal as she stood there exposed from the waist up. The scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.

His lips were on hers again as he gently pushed her to the mattress. She kicked her boots from her feet. A soft thud echoing in the air around them. Her fingers stumbled over the buttons on his uniform as she tugged the grey fabric open. For the first time, she noticed the absence of his ever-present weapons belt. Had he anticipated the night going this way? Had he discarded it from his body in hopes that her naked form would be below his?

She decided it didn’t quite matter where the hell his weapons were as his tongue slid down the side of her jaw and along her neck. His mouth latched on to the sensitive skin above her collar bone. Her body instinctively arched into his as his teeth bit into her soft flesh. It would leave a mark. It would scream to the world that she was his in a way that words never could. Even if she could tell people about him.

Tossing the grey jacket and undershirt to the floor, she drank in the sight of the gorgeous stone in front of her. To her, the jasper of his skin was more precious and more valuable than any diamonds in any world. Near his heart, a paler brown mark with a design not unlike spider webbing caught her eye. She recognized it instantly. It was that wound that had led her to help him. To try to save his life. She had never imagined that just months later that she would be ripping his jacket open for any other reason than to stop the clear blood pouring from his skin.

Rough hands glided up her sides and to her breasts. A moan ripped through her as clawed fingers pulled on hardened nipples. Locking her legs around his waist, she pulled him flush to her. Any space between them was too much.

The groan in his chest vibrated through her body as he ground his clothed erection against her core.

“Take these off,” she whined, reaching for his belt.

“You first,” he mumbled into her neck.

Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her underwear, he ripped them from her body. He kissed his way down her body, his knees settling on the hardwood floors of the hotel room. Grasping her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He parted her legs and gazed at her cunt like it was a new weapon he desperately wanted to learn to wield before he leaned forward and ran his tongue through her folds.

“Fuuuck,” she breathed, arching her hips.

Hentzau hummed in agreement against her. She could feel the smirk on his face as he continued his assault on her entrance before dragging his tongue to her clit. Sharp claws dug into the sensitive skin above her hip bones just enough to hold her still but hard enough to warn her that it would hurt if she tried to move again.

Her eyes met his as he latched his mouth onto the bundle of nerves. The golden irises glowing like a wolf’s as it devoured its prey. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep the tortured noises in her throat. She knew these walls were thin, and she didn’t exactly want the entire inn to know what they were doing in here. Even if it wasn’t uncommon to hear the moans and bedsprings of one night stands echoing throughout the halls.

But that wasn’t acceptable to the jasper Goyl who would happily die between her thighs. He had thought for so long that a soldier’s death on the battlefield was the only way he would desire to leave this world, but right here, right now… she could suffocate him with her thighs, and he would thank her for it. The smell and taste of her sent his senses to a state of euphoria, and all he needed was to hear the desperate noises she was trying so hard to keep from him. He yearned to bury himself deep within her and take whatever she was willing to give him, but first, he would make sure she was good and ready.

Her gasp turned into a wanton moan as he dug his claws slightly deeper into her skin. The burn of them and the unyielding motion of his tongue on her clit was hall it took to send her over the edge. The noise that ripped through her sounded like akin to a wounded animal as it echoed around them. He growled against her already overly-stimulated clit.

“Please… fuck. Hentzau, please.” She grabbed the back of his neck and tried to pull her away from her.

He moved over her. His arms caged her in under him as he licked her juices from his lips.

“‘Please,’ what?” he smirked.

“I need you. I need you in me,” she whined. “Please.”

She felt more than heard the groan in his chest before he pulled away to undo the leather belt. Propping up on her elbows, she watched as he kicked his boots aside shoved his pants ungracefully down, his cock springing free of its cloth prison. Licking her lips, she reached a hand out to stroke him, but he caught her by the wrist before she could make contact.

“Next time, I’ll let you touch me however you wish,” he said, his voice gravelly and accent thicker than she’d ever heard it. “But you told me to make you mine, and that’s what I’m going to do tonight.”

As he loomed over her, she thought how she should be scared that the man known as the king’s jasper bloodhound had her at his mercy, but damn it, all she could think was how fucking gorgeous he was and how loud her heart was in her chest. How could he be so composed when she felt like she was about to come out of her body if he didn’t have his hands on her immediately.

He nodded toward the top of the still made bed where the pillows rested, and she scrambled backward to get where he wanted her.

He smiled. “Such a good girl. You take orders well for your commander. That’s good to know.”

Her face warmed at the praise, but she’d do anything to be his good girl forever.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded as he climbed onto the bed with her.

Kneeling between her parted thighs, he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as his erection rubbed against her entrance. He broke the kiss to bite down on her shoulder as he pushed into her. The strangled gasp from his lover all but driving him forward deeper into her until he was completely sheathed inside.

Heavy breathing and the timpani drum beating of their hearts were the only sounds that filled the room around them as he gave her time to adjust to the size of him. She was as warm and as tight as he had imagined those nights in his tent where he only had his fist for company. The nights where he had bitten his bottom lip until it bled to keep her name from the ears of the other soldiers.

She needed him to move. She needed to feel the drag of his cock along her inner walls. She needed him to fuck her so hard into this mattress that there would be no mistaking the sound the headboard slamming into the walls for anything other than what it was.

His hoarse growl echoed in her ear as she squeezed around him. His hips jerked backward only to slam back into her. There would be times for gentle love making later, but tonight he would mark her in any way he could. She would feel him for days as she walked to the market or sat down to work on gowns at the shop. She would feel the ghosts of his hands on her breasts and thighs and see the claw marks left on her sensitive skin.

She was his. Not just some distraction from the chaos that followed him everywhere he went. Not just a friend who he could destroy at chess. Not just some human girl who had found him wounded like some animal in a trap. She was his.

She chanted his name like a prayer as she tightened her arms around him. His hand snuck between them to rub at her clit as his pace began to become more and more erratic as he chased his approaching high.

She came first, squeezing around him, back arching off the bed to meet his thrusts. He followed right after with a low groan into her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. He didn’t know how he could leave her tonight. Not when he knew what tomorrow held. Not when he didn’t know how long he would be gone. But he would be back, and he didn’t have to leave until morning. He’d ride out with the dawn, but tonight, she was his. And he was hers… for however long she was willing to have him.

#reckless series #hentzau #goyl #hentzau and his human #I don't usually write smut...but I tried!#I am half asleep and just praying there is nothing too goofy in this #not edited #Valentine writes BS #yeah I skipped X #I'll get back to it later lol

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the-bastard-and-the-pup · 2 years

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Hentzau: Are you ready to commit?

Nerron: Like, a crime or to a relationship?

#mirrorworld #mirrorworld series #reckless series #reckless #incorrect quote #cornelia funke #nerron #hentzau

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ecoustsaintmein · 1 month

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Nate Mann has the face and demeanour of a late 1880s debonair American adventurer/traveller who goes to Europe for funsies, before getting mistaken as European royalty by the proletariat, and accidentally proceeded to get entangled in court intrigues and swashbuckling exploits, which may or may not include swordfighting.

#nate mann #this is very specific #did i just describe the whole plot of 'The Prisoner of Zenda'?#you bet i did #do you think he would be perfect as rudolf rassendyl? probably #but honestly? i think he would even be amazing as rupert of hentzau #masters of the air #(this is specific with nate mann with mustache only)

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who-do-i-know-this-man · 7 months

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⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

#ultimate obscure blorbo #polls #round 2 #Rupert (Fossil Fighters)#Rupert Hentzau (Prisoner of Zenda)

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pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882 · 1 year

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Thats it thats the books

#pizza talk #the prisoner of zenda #rupert of hentzau

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cursemewithyourkiss · 2 months

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I can't stop thinking about Rassendyll and Rupert of Hentzau. Hentzau is all the things that perhaps some part of Rassendyll wants to be. After all, if he played by Hentzau's rules, he could be king and have Flavia! And yet his code of honour and his sense of duty, all his morals and values as an Englishman, forbid him to consider Hentzau's proposals for even a moment. He can admit to himself that he's fascinated, yes, but not that he's tempted. That's why he hates Hentzau so much, so much more than the main antagonist, Michael. When he's hating Hentzau, he's hating the part of himself that wants to be like him. Hentzau is like Rassendyll's evil twin, his darker self. They are two sides of the same coin, conjoined, destined to be each other's end. Also, they want to fuck each other

#IM SORRY MY HEAD IS JUST SO FULL OF THEM #like!!!!! rassendyll wants to use violence only when necessary and hes deeply ashamed of killing that one sentry!!!!!!#and yet hentzau fills him with so much bloodlust that he can think of nothing else!!!!!!!#hentzau brings out a part of rassendyll he doesnt want to exist and thats why only one of them is allowed to exist on this earth #btw did i mention i finally got a copy of the book and the sequel and it has ronnie and douglas fairbanks jr on the cover!!!!!#ive already listened to an audiobook of the first one (which i guess is obvious from this post because the film alone couldnt inspire this)#but im so excited to read the sequel!!!!!!#the prisoner of zenda #fuck off me

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violsva · 9 months

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Comments halfway through Rupert of Hentzau

I've been reading this off and on for about two months now, with speed depending on how comparatively gripping whatever I've got out from the library at the same time is. I haven't read it before, but I do know some of the major spoilers.

For a while there it was going very slowly because it felt like an adventure novel crossed with a French farce, which actually would be a great idea if you did it on purpose. But now the title character is back on page and it's going faster again.

It's interesting, because of course The Prisoner of Zenda is a majorly influential work in Western literature (or at least Western pop culture) ... which most people today haven't actually heard of. And Rupert of Hentzau is unfortunately not a very satisfactory sequel. (Whereas the Scarlet Pimpernel series went on for over a dozen books.)

I want to blame it on Fritz being a weaker narrator than Rudolf, but that's a cop-out, because of course Anthony Hope is writing both of them. And I can see how even just reordering the narrative in the middle would make everything way more suspenseful and remove the (perceived) need for Fritz's defences of other characters acting on limited information.

Doesn't pass the Bechdel test - lots of women, sometimes they even talk to each other, but there isn't anything for them to talk about except men. But I hope, and will go check to see if, someone has written Helga/Flavia fanfic, because Flavia deserves someone like that.

#rupert of hentzau #anthony hope #the prisoner of zenda #reading log #books books books

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oldshrewsburyian · 1 year

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So i just binge read the prisoner of zenda and rupert of henzau (+princess osra) and Neeed someone to scream ab it to!!!!! They were so gooood!!!!

Ahhhhh yes!!

I am delighted to be screamed at; I'm very fond of these books and I love the characters so much! The original Ruritanian romance! The power of friendship! Swashbuckling! Several of my favorite things, really.

#anthony hope hopkins #the prisoner of zenda #rupert of hentzau #books #asks and answers #staying in with a swashbuckler

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sunsetpanic · 6 months

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Douglas Fairbanks Jr. as Rupert of Hentzau in The Prisoner of Zenda (1937)

#douglas fairbanks jr #the prisoner of zenda 1937 #film #old hollywood #mine #baby. baby boy #evil.

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pickle-de-packle · 21 days

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Pet names he uses for you

A/N: I'm basing the Goyl language off of Polish. Thank you to @goylempire for helping me figure that out!

❤️Kami’en❤️

Moja perełko = my pearl

The color of your skin reminds him of pearls. He also loves when you wear pearls, literally or metaphorically ;)

Moja miłość = my love

He wants to remind you that he loves you. Usually whispers it in your ear before kissing your neck.

🤎Hentzau🤎

Mała myszka = little mouse

Goyl are much taller than humans, so even if you're tall, compared to him you're short.

Kopalnia = Mine

Hentzau possessive and likes to remind you that you're only his.

💚Nerron💚

Moja skarb = my treasure

To Nerron, you're the greatest treasure he has ever found. Someone who loves him, can put up with his attitude, and doesn't care about the malachite veined skin.

Kwiatuszek = little flower

He uses Kwiatuszek when he's teasing you.

Tagliat:

@goylempire

#fluff #reckless #fearless #mirror world #kami'en x reader #kami’en #hentzau x reader #hentzau #nerron #nerron x reader #Nerron the bastard

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goylempire · 8 months

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Thunder

Hentzau x his human

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Some relationships were like summer showers. Calm and steady. Welcoming.... she found a thunderstorm.

Some relationships were like summer showers. Calm and steady. Welcoming. Just enough to help the flowers on their quest to bloom but not strong enough for the wind to make the saplings bow or the rivers to push past the confines of their banks. That kind of love was shared at picnics in the park or by lovers wittily flirting as they strolled through the city streets. Their hands shyly grasping their lover’s while avoiding eye contact.

That was the type of love she had thought she would have when she left her small village and came to Vena. If she hadn’t found Hentzau injured on the forest floor that fateful day, maybe that would have been the love story that she would have found in the city.

Instead, she found a thunderstorm. Strong and powerful. Passionate. Loud. A whirlwind threatening to take sturdy trees to the forest floor and uproot everything she’d ever known. She’d gotten heated, rushed kisses in dark woods and alleyways. Hentzau’s hands tangled in her hair as the rough stone of the building dug into her soft flesh. She’d gotten holes in the sides of her dresses where his claws had dug into her hips to hold her to him – or maybe it was to prove to him that she was real.

She hadn’t expected a love dangerous enough to kill like lightning, but it was beautiful and wonderful. And she reveled in the fact that he was her thunder.

#hentzau and his human #mirrorworld #hentzau #a-z #day 20 #Valentine writes BS

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the-bastard-and-the-pup · 2 years

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Hentzau and Nesser whenever they interact with Nerron: