#i love when powerful men are desperate for their soft ladies

[fqntasies]

Just a taste, baby - Feyd Rautha x Reader

summary: You and Feyd-Rautha have been connected through dreams since childhood; a complex inner-working of the Bene Gesserit mothers to join your bloodlines. It binds the two of you in a pull you can't escape (nor do you want to). Feyd is absolutely feral for you.

words: 1,258

disclaimer: characters may be out of character, specifically feyd, considering his desperate softness here. just a forewarning.

You were trapped, breaths coming out of shallow pants as you felt the scratch of the cement structure beneath your palms. He had you against the wall in a hidden alcove; along one of the lengthy corridors of the palace in Giedi Prime. Your mouths were just breaths apart. In fact the Harkonnen before you seemed intent on matching your breaths, mingling them. Tasting your tiny pants as his own. It made your eyes heavy, made you want to tilt your head back and close your eyes, give him access to the expanse of your neck.

"sweetness." He rasped, unable to control himself. The Na-Baron wrapped an arm about your waist, a vice arching you against him as he lowered a wanting mouth to your neck, licking and sucking where the two met. You mewled at the wet heat, felt him growl desperately at the taste.

The two of you hadn't even kissed yet - but the wait; the dreams - you both knew each other to the soul.

---- flashback ----------

The sands of Arakis and Geidi Prime alike carried mysteries of prophesies of the lisan-al-gaib. But midst such tales, the Bene-Geserit mothers also had worked to connect bloodlines through dreams. The Na-Baron and the princess of Arrakis had been bound by such since birth. A well-planned move to align feuds and place power into wanting hands in preparation of war. A web of politcal conspiracy only they controlled. Their plans could not be foiled.

But Feyd couldn't care less about such witchcraft; and neither, if one were honest, could you. The two of you had known of this binding since a young age. And when you had met as children too - the connection had been strong.

"Their line is bright" The reverend mother's voice had burned into your mind, even at 10 years old.

You remembered her cloaked form; a black shadow against the haze of the horizon, a tower above you as she turned from your parents. Her voice had been void of emotion, except for a smugness you didn't understand. But when you turned to glance at the older boy before you (such a uniquely beautiful boy; broad shoulders and smooth skin, black attire across a lithe form), his eyes shone with an intensity that surprised her. Dark, watching, intrigued. He intimidated you. He made you curious.

At 15 years of age, the Na-Baron hadn't spoken in their meeting; but he had felt more than he had imagined. The girl...she had made him feel things. It confused and awakened him to something he had never known. His uncle had never spoken of such a pull. A need.

When the ship had arrived to his homeworld, and the strange foreigners parted like a sea, Feyd-Rautha found himself straightening to his full height; head lowered as he studied them beneath an angled gaze. Garbs of strange colors - hair he had never seen before in elegant styles. He would be Harkonnen predator. He would be a warrior. Strike fear in these alien people, show the Baron he was not swayed so easily by something new.

But then-

Swathed in layers of white, a girl stepped forward; dainty and gracious above all else; practically floating across the landing platform. Yet her eyes betrayed her; darting to capture the landscape, thrown off perhaps by the infrared of Giedi Prime's black sun above them.

She was drinking in the strange newness before her, and then they found him. Feyd felt his chest tighten. Fists clenched. Heat brimmed under the chestplate of his armor.

She looked like some newborn animal, caught in his gaze. But they both felt it. The familiarity. The warm hum between them. It made you want to slip from the safety of your parents and stand beside him, as though his shadow was more protection than the whole parade your own family brought with them. You wondered if he'd felt the same.

Three nights later, you had dreamed of him. A bit older, hand in his as he raised it to his lips. His eyes had never left yours. As a young girl it made you blush. Now...

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You made a breathy sound as his tongue lathed the mark he had made, moving with a lazy carelessness across your pulse, hungry above all else, uncaring for decorum. He wanted to devour you entirely. He wanted you to see you helpless and delirious against him, just as you were now. As you were in all his dreams.

He knew you'd had them all too. His eyes on you at their wedding. His tongue against yours, moans and tastes and hunger. You watching from the arena as he slaughtered man after man, coated and heaving. He felt like a beast.

"Feyd-" His name barely formed, like a prayer from your lips.

His eyes nearly lolled in his head at the way you sounded, and he dragged his wanting mouth up to meet yours. Wet and wanting. Feyd's free hand shifted to engulf your slender neck, moving your head against his mouth to deepen the kiss, taste all of you. Consume.

The Na-Baron was all muscle and prowess, a looming figure that practically dwarfed you. The spanse of his shoulders alone were sinful, and deep down you loved how it felt to be completely in his grasp. Guiding you in your movements.

Feyd's tongue sought yours as much as he could, controlling and demanding - but you were a needy little thing too, weren't you? In the haze of passion you were pressing into him - leaning just as much towards his heat as he was pushing you both together. You sucked his plush bottom lip into your mouth - unable to help yourself. After all, why was he made so beautiful, if not to kiss? He was quick to follow, biting your own with a growl that made your knees practically give, and following with his greedy tongue.

"You're going to be my wife." the words are a promise, his eyes glittering under the low light; shadows flashign with the coming storm. You part your mouth as though to taste him again, a helpless 'please' slipping past as you arch in his grasp.

Feyd practically took you then and there. Enter the nearest room... make all his dreams a reality. His patience was nearly worn thin. Years of waiting, of hunger. And now it was here. You were in his reach, that tempting little waist; those hips. It made him absolutely insane.

He wets his lips, gaze feverish.

"tomorrow. tomorrow sweetness, hmm? Can wait that long?" He intends to tease you, but he knows he speaks to himself, his jaw locking as he adjusts his arms to press you against him.

You're so fucking soft. It makes him groan. Of all the things he's known in his life, softness was not one of them, save for the flashes of you in his dreams. He craved you like a creature starved. Thoughts of you made him fight better. Made him kill easier.

There's a rumble suddenly of a drone; Harkonnen orders breaking the silence in distorted code. The words don't make sense to your ears. Not yet anyway. You hope to make progress in the language, but it was a challenge; more than others. The variety of tones were a feat for any foreigner to take on; but this was to be your home. A lady of harkonnen would learn her husband's native tongue.

You know he has to leave.

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[bucknastysbabe]

would you pls write canon criston smut? i love your criston fics!!

YES I WOULD LOVE TO!!!! Always brings me joy when people request pookie💘 a short lil fun one

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Blowjobs, infidelity, Criston’s residual guilt, marchers w benefits, wee subby space, Unwin Peake’s daughter, wet and sensual, he’s a soft baby truly, she just likes to please, caretaking

Taglist: @arcielee @bambitas @aemondsbabe @aemonds-holy-milk @rafeism @valeskafics @jamespotterismydaddy @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @fairysluna @sugarpoppss2

Pleasing You - Ser Criston Cole x Peake!Reader

“Today, I feel like pleasing you, more than before. Today, I know what I wanna do, but I don't know what for.” -Today, Jefferson Airplane

They always seemed to meet in the Sept, the Lord Commander noted. He saw the woman in the orange and black of Starpike. He faintly remembered her as a girl when House Dondarrion paid a visit to their fellow Marcher Lords. She held a darkened countenance like Lord Unwin.

“Who are you praying for today, Ser Cole?” Lady Peake asked. Her eyes flashed as one of the streams of crystalline light caught her features. Criston eyed the fellow marcher, a discarded Lady-In-Waiting for Helaena with nowhere to go. She clasped her hands, kneeling in front of the Father.

“I pray for my father. He is marching with Lord Hightower as we speak.”

Criston hummed, “Lord Unwin is a powerful man, I shall spare a prayer for him. I pray to the warrior today, for all the men fighting for our cause, and for my own protection. We leave for Harrenhal soon.”

She made a noise, returning to the silence in the castle Sept. Criston did the same, focusing on his devotions. Poorly ignoring Lady Peake so gracefully whispering words of praise. The man closed his eyes tighter, hands clasping to the point his gloves creaked. He knew he was wound up tighter than a drawn crossbow.

Warm hands slid across his plated shoulders, a familiar scent at Ser Cole’s neck. Lady Peake purred, “Lord Hand, Commander, Ser— whatever Cole,” she thumbed at the tight cords of muscle at his neck.

“I know you need to rest. Care for some company and mayhaps a knead out of this horrid knot?” Criston groaned as her slender fingers circled around the bunched muscle.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” he croaked.

They made a quick route up to the Hand’s quarters, Criston eyeing around, tense and jumpy. He noticed Peake was cool as ever, her quiet disposition the same, a resolute firmness to her being. The marcher needed that. It’s what their shared culture was all about. War, strength, and duty to protect. You must appear brave even in the face of fear.

As they climbed the stairs she tugged his cloak and asked “This must be heavy, you poor thing.” Criston snipped back, “I’ve been wearing this for twenty-odd years, I believe I’m fine Lady Peake.” Her laugh was raspy and playful, something nice in these dreary days. He rationalized his feelings for her as desperation from stress. Simply a transaction.

She stopped him in the center of the room, nimble hands undoing his armor. Peake commented, “If it makes you feel better, I used to do this to my husband all the time. So we share equal guilt. Lucas marches along with the host from the south.”

Criston’s eyes followed her, mouth working around a thought. She placed his gorget, pauldrons, and chest plate on the gilded rack. The fellow marcher sighed, “I can see you know how to undress a knight. Why even please me?”

She looked up with a blank expression, taking off gauntlets. Lady Peake replied, “I don’t know, I just want to. Does it bring you anguish for me to pleasure you?” Criston shook his head, fingers snapping at his padded tunic. She batted off Criston’s hands and redirected his ass to perch on the desk. Otto’s desk. Lyonel’s desk. He swallowed down more guilt, caressing her cheek.

“You beat yourself harder than any man I’ve seen you knock into the ground, you know,” she commented idly. His tunic was open now, only tan breeches and a loose shirt remained. Criston’s cock strained at the fabric, leaving a wet spot. He was a pathetic whore, leaking at simple touches.

“Criston,” she snapped.

“Sorry, I,” he stammered.

“Go sit in the chair sweetheart. Unlace your breeches.”

He followed her orders dutifully, shucking his shirt off, pants coming down to his ankles. Criston hissed at the cold air hitting his flushed cock, the member hitting his taught belly. Lady Peake smirked down at him, pulling the laces of her dress free, ample tits spilling out. He choked on a whine, cock throbbing once more. She dropped to her knees, soft lips kissing at his sore thighs.

Criston tried to relax his muscles, give in to her offered pleasure. He softened his stomach, neck, shoulders, and even his persistent tight jaw. She murmured against his groin, “There we go, relax for me.” Criston nodded slowly, rumbling, “I’m trying, pretty girl, I’m trying.”

Her lips pressed a lush kiss to his sensitive skin, trailing up to his hip. Criston eyed her tits, he wished to fuck them later, maybe she would let him. He inhaled sharply when she mouthed at the base of his cock, long lashes fluttering. The woman’s hand came up to gently roll his sac around, nice and snug and warm.

He groaned, eyelids falling shut as she purred for him to relax a little more. Her hot tongue laved around the length of his cock, suckling gentle and sweet at a twitching vein. His hands fought to grip the chair but laid limp, the word ‘relax’ repeating over and over and over. He whined softly, lips falling open.

The marcher woman enveloped the ruddy tip of his cock with her mouth, hollowing and sucking at the same slow pace. She’d dig her tongue in little circles around the tip, Criston moaning her name. She drooled on purpose, slicking him up luridly. Yet the way Lady Peake behaved it was as if she were merely lending a helping hand, a kind word or act. Not sucking his cock like a trained whore.

Another whine burst from the knight’s throat as she eased him down her throat, breathing roughly through her nose. The hand cupping his balls squeezed a hair, her silky wet throat enveloped around him. She swallowed in pulses, scrambling coherency for Criston besides becoming a moaning and rambling mess.

She bobbed her head, tight throat pulling on his sensitive extra skin. Lady Peake moaned around his length, squirming and rubbing her tits up against his legs. All while taking him deep and sensual, like they had all the time in the world. The knight garbled, “L-let me, can I, y-your hair?”

“Mhmmm,” she hummed, the vibrations eliciting a low moan of pleasure. She felt so good— molding his ever twirling mind into soft clay. Mush. He carefully leaned forward, one of his hands carding into her locks, the other reaching for her breast. Criston stuttered on his compliment, balls aching.

Her nose prickled at his pubes, dark eyes hazy with pleasure. She swallowed him down repeatedly, a lazy way in which she chose the pace. Criston couldn’t jerk her around, he mindlessly pet her hair and made pathetic noises, a heat building low in his belly. It was hotter than the dragon flames he’d seen, curling and smoking.

“Oh- oh gods, pretty girl,” he gasped, cock twitching.

She hooked fingers behind his tightening balls, massaging his taint. He cried out, the heat licking up Criston’s spine now. His dark head was thrown back, throat bobbing as he drew out her name. The sweetest agony. So slow yet powerful. The tension was melting from his body, the Lord Commander drooling and downright squirming as he oozed down her throat.

“Don’t stop, s’close, yes, good baby,” he slurred.

She didn’t.

It felt like ages before she was bobbing at s rapid pace, slender digits pumping his sweet spot. Criston shivered, sweating all over and unable to speak. The fire was consuming him as he gripped her hair, whining and pleading. The band would snap soon, plunging him into white-hot ecstasy.

“Closecloseclose, seven hells,” he grunted, cock unloading into her swollen lips. He cried, gasping for air between whines as he spurt down her tight throat. All while she swallowed and moaned, nipples hard and tight for him. She pulled off, swallowing once more as she wiped her mouth, grabbing a discarded rag to wipe him off. Lady Peake rasped, “Sound so good, feeling better? I have that massage for you now.”

Criston babbled, “Yes, yes, you’re too good. Lovely. Jus- let me gather, hngh, my wits.

#ser criston cole #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #criston cole imagine

[honeybeefae]

Secretly Mine (Azriel x Eris)

Eris Week Day Three: Secrets

Summary// Eris is visiting the Court of Nightmares to keep in touch with things now that he is officially High Lord of Autumn. As he mingles he is introduced to a lovely vixen who, despite Eris's resistance, takes no hints to his distaste. While Eris tries to search for a way out he catches the eye of a Shadowsinger who is none too pleased about the wandering hands touching what is his, even if in secret. 

(I love Azris. If I can’t have Eris I am more than happy to have him go to Azriel. Also sub Eris is HAWT. Writing this was so much fun if you know what I mean so I hope you guys enjoy it!)

WARNINGS: Smut, Secret Relationship, Dom/Sub Dynamics

Eris had never felt more uncomfortable in his life as Keir practically shoved the young fae woman into his arms, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he not so subtly brought up the woman’s accomplishments and marriageable age. 

“Such a beauty, wouldn’t you agree?” He pursed his lips. “She’s the daughter of one of the elite here. Well-read, submissive, beautiful, everything a man could wish to have.”

“Oh, you boast too much, Keir.” She faked a laugh, turning to Eris with a sly smirk. “My name is Carina and you, my lord, need no introduction.” The bow she gave him was so deep that he could see right down her dress, which he was sure was the point. “I am honored to be in the presence of such a powerful man.”

“Two powerful men, right Carina?” Keir corrected, his jaw clenched from the slight of being forgotten. She nodded quickly, a bit of fear flitting through her eyes before she turned docile once more. “Of course! You know I could never forget you and all you have done for my family, Keir.”

“And it should stay that way.” He raised his glass though his tone was anything but calculated as he bid the two of them goodbye. Eris went to turn around, hoping she was distracted, but sighed when she latched on to his arm. 

“And where do you think you are going, my lord?” She purred.

“I was just going to fetch myself a drink,” Eris replied cooly, trying to pull away which only seemed to cause her to sink her claws in deeper. “Did you need something?”

“A dance if you please, before you wander off and get stolen away from me.” Carina pouted her lips. “I would love to show you my moves…” Her fingernails ran up his arm suggestively and he had to resist the urge to cringe. 

He looked around for anyone to save him, desperate for an out, but found none. Eris ground his teeth and forced a smile while holding out his hand, leading her out to the floor. The music was soft as he began to sway, hating the way her body pressed against his.

If he were being honest there was only one body he wanted to be pressed against and that person was somewhere hiding in the shadows, watching his every move. He could feel the skin on the back of his neck prickle as he tuned out the woman’s mindless chatter, spinning her so that he could do a sweep of the room.

It wasn’t until his second turn around the room that he finally spotted the Shadowsinger. Azriel was lounging against a far column, his hazel eyes blazing with jealousy as Carina stroked Eris’s back while bringing him down to whisper something.

Eris could see Azriel’s jaw tighten, and could practically feel his hands around his throat as he finally broke his gaze to look at his dance partner. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“You’re hardly paying me any attention, my lord. I thought you were raised with better manners than that.” She chided, her ruby-painted lips ghosting over his ear as she cooed, “Perhaps you need a reminder of how to treat a lady. One night with me and you’ll never forget the lesson.”

“Wow, I-” Eris tried to respond, pulling back only to stumble into something hard. The smell of darkness and night air filled his nostrils as he turned to see Azriel glaring at the two of them, his jaw tight. “Azriel.”

“Eris.” He replied lowly, never taking his eyes off Carina. “My High Lord has requested an audience with you. Now.”

“Can his lordship wait? We were in the middle of-” She tried to interject but flinched back when he took a step forward, shadows curling over his scarred hands. “I’ll look for you after, Eris. Don’t keep me waiting long.”

However Azriel and Eris are already halfway across the room by the time she finishes her sentence, the anger and jealousy rolling off the Illyrian in waves as Eris holds back a whimper in his throat. 

It had been so long since he had seen him. They had to keep their…whatever it was between them, secret, for obvious reasons but especially now that Eris was High Lord of Autumn. And with how busy he had been with taking over the court he had barely had time to sneak away to his favorite distraction.

They entered the hallway and Azriel gave a quick look around before he all but shoved Eris towards a small closet, ordering him quietly to ‘Get the fuck inside now.’.

As soon as the door shut behind them Eris was pressed against the cold stone wall, a tan arm pressed against his throat as Azriel pushed his hips against his. He could feel his hot, throbbing cock through his leathers and this time Eris did whimper.

“Azriel, please, let me explain.” He swallowed, mouth dry as Azriel cocked his head. 

“What is there to explain? You vanish on me for weeks and then suddenly here I find you dancing in the arms of someone else, someone who was very keen on what you had to offer.” Azriel’s words were like ice as he tried to control his breathing. “By the pathetic noise you just made for me I know you still crave my cock so that little show was obviously a ploy for my attention.”

“It wasn’t! I didn’t want to dance with her, I swear, Keir-” Eris argued only to gasp when Azriel moved his arm away from his throat to grab a fistful of his long, styled mane. “Fuck, Az…”

“Look at how quickly you submit for me, prince.” He smirked, biting his bottom lip as he shoved his head back into the wall to expose his throat. “You were just dying for me to stake my claim for you in there, to fuck you in front of everyone and show them who owns you.”

Before Eris could protest Azriel had wedged his thigh between his legs, pressing up against him at just the right angle that had the redhead groaning. “You’ve got my attention, fox, what is you want?”

“You, fuck, I want you.” Eris crumbled faster than cake as his voice turned into a whine, his eyes half-lidded. “Please, Gods I’ve missed you so much. I need you, Azriel.”

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me,” Azriel tsked, lowering his mouth to his throat and grazing it with his teeth. “Come now, be a good boy and try again.”

Eris’s throat bobbed as he took a shuddering breath, feeling a wet spot forming on the front of his pants from how pent up he was as he whispered, “Please, Sir. Please touch me.”

He could feel the Shadowsinger’s lips turn up in a smirk as he whispered praises into his skin, his hand wandering up until he was palming him through his pants. Eris’s reaction was immediate, his back arching and hips rising to get more as he remained pinned against the wall. 

It was torture, sweet torture, as he kept the pressure just light enough to keep his pleasure from growing as he kissed his way up the High Lord’s neck. Azriel paused over his mouth, his gaze drinking in the neediness on Eris’s face, before kissing him passionately. 

The closet was too small for actual sex but that didn’t stop the two of them from grinding against each other, their tongues dancing together sensually as Eris fisted his hands in his lover’s hair. Azriel growled, pulling away to suck a deep bruise onto his neck, marking his territory before he placed a hand on Eris’s shoulder and shoved him to his knees.

“Worship me, prince. Show me how much you’ve missed me.” He purred, running his fingers through Eris’s hair as he made quick work of Azriel’s laces to free his cock. It was long and thick, dripping with precum and begging to be shoved down his throat which is exactly what Eris planned to do.

His mouth opened wide and Az wasted no time in shoving himself all the way inside, his eyes closing as the tip of his dick hit the back of his throat. Eris gagged, trying to breathe through his nose as he looked up at the God above him. Azriel’s shadows were peeking over his shoulders as his eyes practically glowed in the dim light of the room, his aura absolutely dominating as he clicked his tongue.

“Much better use for that mouth.” He taunted, gathering the long strands of hair in his hand before he started to fuck into his mouth. “You can feel free to go back to that girl after we’re done…though I doubt you’ll be able to speak after this.”

Eris tried to garble out something but Azriel wasn’t interested in what he had to say, more focused on using him to get off as his balls hit the High Lord’s chin with how hard he was going. The sounds coming from his mouth were filthy as drool leaked out the side of his lips, his hands desperately trying to free his own cock.

The musk of sex and sweat was making him dizzy as he finally got his dick out. He thanked the Mother that Azriel didn’t say anything to stop him, allowing him that small bit of pleasure as he started furiously jerking himself off. One of his hands braced itself on the Illyrian’s thigh while the other fisted his cock, squeezing tightly when he got to the top as he slobbered all over Az’s member.

“Such a desperate, pathetic little fox,” Azriel grunted, his eyebrows furrowed together. “A needy, greedy slut for this cock, for me. The only thing you’re good for is for me to use and abuse, isn’t that right?”

He pulled him off his cock for a moment, waiting for an answer, to which Eris moaned out, “Yes Sir.”

“Gods, your mouth was made for sucking cock.” Az growled as he shoved himself back in his mouth, throwing his head back as he felt the first tingles of his approaching orgasm creeping up his spine. “What would that woman think if she saw you like this, hm? Saw you on your knees for me, the Spymaster of the Night Court?”

The thought of others seeing him like this made him feel shamefully more excited as he stroked himself faster, his moans vibrating around his lover’s dick which only added to his pleasure.

“You love the thought of that, don’t you? Imagine if we didn’t have to hide. If I could just take you wherever, whenever I wanted.” The Shadowsinger sped up as image after image flooded his brain. “In the courtyard, on your throne, on the dining table, I would fuck you so much that there wouldn’t be an inch of your body that wasn’t covered in my cum.”

“Please, please, please,” Eris wailed around him, his eyes rolling back into his head as he suddenly found himself on the edge of bliss. “I want it, I want it so bad, Sir.”

“You know the rules, prince.” He reprimanded, tightening his grasp. 

Eris blinked away tears as he focused all his attention on making Azriel cum, knowing that as soon as he came Eirs could as well. His tongue toyed with the underside of his cock every time it slid in, his throat constricting around him while his hand went up to fondle his heavy balls.

Azriel’s hips started to stutter as he slammed his cock all the way into his throat, ignoring his gasps for breath as he growled loudly and emptied himself into his mouth. Eris swallowed like the good boy he was, drinking it down like wine as he went back to playing with himself.

It didn’t take Eris long to find his own release as Az pulled his softening cock from his throat, his cum dribbling out of his mouth as Eris threw his head back and moaned deeply with each spurt of cum that came out his cock.

Both of them were breathing heavily, a small pool of cum staining the floor as Eris closed his eyes and sagged to the ground. 

“I’ll give you a moment to rest, High Lord, before we go back out there,” Azriel smirked, tucking himself back into his pants as he crouched down and caught some of his own cum trickling out the side of his mouth. “I suggest you make a quick excuse to leave and meet me in my chambers within the hour lest you let everyone smell cum on your tongue.”

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

HEY IM SO GLAD THAT YOURE BACK

My favorite person I missed you!

I sould like to ask for a little recanation reader with ror pls!

While bruhilda is summoning hero's to fight for humanity she wanted to see if she could speak to Nyx the goddess of night and the only god that zeus truely fears and even Odin has reasons to be wary of her.

But turns out that the queen of the night had fallen in battle and has gone through recanation and now lives as a human teacher living in texas (like me in the future!)

Bruhilda had no idea about this when she summon nyxs recantations and was surprised when she was greeted by the sight of a human woman who was trying to grade her 3 grade class test from last friday.

Hijinks and whimsy ensue as nyx reader has memories reawaken during her time in Valhalla( its magic anything can happen) and regains old and new friends during her time there (and maybe love?!)

Can i also ask for her taking place in adams when fighting Zeus to show the old man what happens when you fuck around and you'll most definitely find out?

-Brunnhilde was desperate, she needed a wild card fighter, a true wild card fighter, one that could shake the gods to their core with power.

-A lightbulb seemed to go off in her head as she made the realization that only a god could do that to another god, but she had pissed off about every single god in Valhalla when she proposed Ragnarok, so there weren’t any gods that she could easily approach to ask.

-A soft gasp escaped her lips as she remembered someone, someone who had been lost long ago, in a terrible battle, the goddess Nyx, who could make the earth tremble, the sky shake, and even bring Zeus to his knees.

-It took a bit of research, as time was running out to select fighters, but Brunnhilde finally found you, finding your soul and instantly she prepared the ceremony to summon you!

-You were sitting at your kitchen table, a cold cup of coffee sitting to the side of you as you yawned, trying to get through the rest of the tests you were grading for your third-grade class. It was late Friday night, and you were trying to wrap things up so you could enjoy your weekend.

-You felt your vision going hazy, just for a moment or two before you landed hard on your rear with a sharp cry, landing on a hard stone floor before you heard a woman’s voice, “Oh no!”

-You looked up, initially confused as to where you are and how you got there before your eyes went wide, “Brunnhilde? Wait- how- stars above! What happened?!”

-Brunnhilde was in about as much shock as you as she panicked, “Lady Nyx?!” you scrambled to your feet, memories of your previous life as the goddess of the night came rushing back to you, recalling everything, including how you died.

-The Valkyrie stammered, having not realized that you had been reincarnated as a human, she had only tracked your soul, not realizing that a whole body was going to come with it!!

-You went to speak when Jack and Nikola entered the room, looking for Brunnhilde as they both had a question to ask her and ran into each other on the way and they entered to find Brunnhilde with an unknown woman, both looking a bit frantic.

-You turned, seeing these two enter and your eyes instantly went wide before your pupils seemed to take over your eyes, shrouding them in darkness as you fell back, almost as if you were going to faint as Brunnhilde lunged to catch you, “Lady Nyx!!”

-Shadows and darkness shrouded your body, enveloping you and forcing Brunnhilde back into the arms of the men who were stunned and concerned, Nikola holding his wrist up to his nose to block the dust, “What’s happening?!”

-As quickly as it started you rose, still looking similar to the form Brunnhilde summoned you with, only with pure black eyes that seemed to sparkle with stars of the night sky, wearing a flowing black gown that seemed to have stars sewing into the fabric and a crown baring the crest of both a moon and a star appeared around your forehead.

-You exhaled deeply, as if you had experienced a rush of energy before you looked over at the three individuals, “Are you all unharmed?” you seemed to be exuding an aura of power, one that they could all easily sense that you were dangerous, but there was no hostility.

-The three of them explained to you, after you asked why you had been summoned back to Valhalla, and the two humans were stunned to learn that you were Goddess of the Night herself, Nyx, brought back after you had died so long ago.

-You learned of Zeus and the plans of the other gods, to wipe out humanity rather than taking care of their messes themselves and how Brunnhilde brought about Ragnarok to give humanity a chance.

-You were easily able to tell there was something else that Brunnhilde was planning, you weren’t completely sure what, but you knew, and she could tell that you knew.

-Jack introduced himself as Jack the Ripper and instead of looking frightened, you almost looked amused, giving him a small smile, “Creatures, monsters, and myths of the night are all my children, dear one, and you are no monster- at least the one you claim to be.” He was stunned, eyes wide that you were able to tell, but then again, you were a goddess.

-Nikola was… very enthusiastic, he reminded you of an excited puppy, as he had been wanting to talk to a god and began to rattle off questions, curious about you, and both Brunnhilde and Jack thought it was amusing to see Nikola so excited.

-You were very calm on the outside, not showing your emotions, but Jack could tell you were furious, the bright, angry red color of your soul, plus the heat you were radiating out, was a clear indication as you learned of the actions of the gods over the years, how cruel and evil they had been. Humans didn’t have clean hands either, but the gods had the power to correct not only the humans, but correct themselves as well, but did nothing, choosing to turn a blind eye just to destroy everything to get rid of the problem they created and ignored.

-You looked over at Brunnhilde with a knowing smile, “May I take it that the reason I was summoned was to fight for you, dear Brunnhilde?” she bowed her head, being respectful to you, “It is- or at least to ask for your insight on the champions for the matches, if you are willing?”

-Your eyes seemed to flash, something Nikola leaned in close to see, which you thought was rather cute before you smirked, “I will fight- but only on my terms.” Brunnhilde bowed her head again, thanking you but Jack could see that her colors of elation were dancing on the inside.

-You were impressed with Lu Bu’s raw strength, being able to go against Thor of all gods, and managed to injure him, just a little, and you could see the joy on both of their faces as they had fun together, never wanting their fight to end.

-When Zeus entered the arena as the next opponent, taking Shiva’s spot, your eyes seemed to dance as you approached Brunnhilde and Adam. You smiled gently at Adam, “Forgive me, but I wish to take your place. Zeus is going to learn an important lesson today.”

-Brunnhilde nodded, agreeing to the terms and sent the update so Heimdall could introduce you while Adam gave you a firm nod, “Save my children.” Your hand on the top of his head was comforting as you gave him your silent vow before you walked out.

-Heimdall was stunned when you walked out, before stunning everyone as he shouted, “It’s the return of the night! Fighting for humanity- resurrected and ready to rumble- Goddess of the Night- Nyx!!”

-Zeus was stammering, his knees knocking together as your dark gown swirled in the wind before you glared across the field and slowly, as if he was watching something terrible in slow motion, your hands came to your hips, “Zeus- would you like to explain yourself?”

-Many humans who didn’t know you were stunned, seeing that not only Zeus, but many of the gods looked downright terrified of you, many talking about how they needed to do something to appease you and quickly, telling everyone that you were easily one of the strongest, if not the strongest, gods in Valhalla.

-You did not kill Zeus, no- you wanted him to fix his mistakes, but that didn’t mean he walked away from the match uninjured. The first bitch slap you landed sent a shockwave throughout the stadium, sending Zeus flying into the sky above before you proceeded to wipe the floor with him.

-You called out all of his bullshit, wanting to destroy humanity after he let them get out of hands, treating humans like play things, not being able to keep it in his pants, and calling out the rest of the gods as well for not doing more, as it’s their job, as the creators of humanity, to manage them, and just because they got out of hand, it’s not okay to just brush them under the rug and destroy them.

-After you left Zeus in a steaming pile of lumps and bruises your hands rose to your hips again, “We the gods are going to have another meeting- now!” nobody opposed you, not even Odin, as the gods were quick to file out, moving to the meeting hall.

-You met up with Brunnhilde and Adam who both thanked you, happy to see that hopefully something was going to happen to prevent this tournament from going any further.

-You were known as a goddess of chaos, but at this point, all you wanted now was peace, and you were going to get it, Zeus was going to make sure of that, because a happy Nyx means a happy Zeus and the other gods.

#record of ragnarok #ror zeus #ror brunhilde #ror jack the ripper #ror nikola tesla

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

The Silver Dragon (23/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 2760

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: The following morning, Aemond and Arianwyn tell the Queen of what happened. But they soon realize an important figure is missing.

Warnings: Adult content, minors DNI

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The Shears

Arianwyn woke before dawn, the sun but a sliver of pink light in the distance. Though every muscle in her body ached, she savored the feeling. Each twinge of pain was soothed by the memory of her husband's kiss on her lips, on her throat, her chest, and her core.

Now the mouth that had kissed her so fervently lay still beside her as Aemond slept. What remained of the moonlight was reflected brilliantly in his ever-open sapphire eye. Tilting her head against their shared pillow, careful not to disturb his arm around her waist, Arianwyn nudged closer to him.

She brushed the hair from his face to better examine the stone, a chance she had not gotten the night before as their desires quickly took hold. If she squinted her eyes just right, she could make out the Runes beautifully engraved on each facet.

As she read each one, she ran a finger across his chest, tracing their shapes. For it was not only the writing of the Runes that gave them power, but the intentions of the writer. Just in case the magic had not carried over to the gem from her embroidered instructions, she drew each shape again on the soft skin above his heart.

Two lines, crossing in parallel. Each end split, reaching for the others, but never quite touching.

"I know that one," Aemond grumbled, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep. He seized her wrist, guiding her hand as she finished the Rune. "Surely, after last night, you don't believe me lacking in endurance?"

Arianwyn could not stifle her giggle, but she could suppress it against his lips. When she pulled back from the kiss, she whispered against his ear, "Of course not. But I want my love branded to your heart, so you will never be without it."

He kissed her again, knotting his hand in her gloriously tangled hair. "Never."

Then, he pushed himself up on his side, gazing adoringly into her silver eyes as he traced the same shape on her breast. "There," he breathed, kissing the skin to seal the magic, "now we are both branded."

It was almost as though Arianwyn could feel the magic taking hold, surrounding her heart and filling her chest with such warmth it practically burned. She smiled so hard that her cheeks strained, and she had to look away from Aemond to keep herself from being overwhelmed by the sight of him.

How many fairy tales had she read that described true love? How many stories of valiant princes rescuing their princesses from evil men and monsters? How many times had she imagined herself in their place?

It all seemed so mundane now. No fairy tale, story, or poem could capture the enormity or intensity of what she felt for Aemond.

"I love you," she whispered, though the words were too small.

"Avy jorrāelan," he replied, pulling her in for another kiss.

Arianwyn yielded to him, wrapping one arm around his neck as she happily let him devour her. With the other, she traced her fingers down his chest, past where she had drawn her Runes, past the taut muscles of his abdomen, until she took hold of his half-hard member.

"Tell me how to make you feel the way I did last night."

-

Queen Alicent had hardly been able to sleep that night, her mind racing from all that had happened since Rhaenyra's arrival. The cruel accusations she and Daemon accusations made against her. Seeing Arianwyn again after so many years.

The competing emotions of the petition. From the elation of seeing Viserys on the throne again, walking nearly on his own, to the horror of seeing Vaemond Velaryon struck down in front of her. The inescapable heartbreak that came with the realization that her husband would pull himself from the Stranger's embrace to defend Rhaenyra and her bastards, but had never lifted so much as a finger for Alicent or the children they had together.

She had loved Viserys so very dearly. They were delightfully happy in the first years of their marriage, despite Rhaenyra's distance from them. He was ever so kind to her, and gentle. When he took her to his bed, he made sure she felt safe and loved, and tended to her needs as much as his own.

While she was pregnant with Aegon, he showered her with adoration – giving her endless gifts and commissioning paintings and music for her. When their son was finally born, healthy and strong, she thought he would deify her. Every moment of his every day was spent with them, love brimming over in his beautiful violet eyes.

Something changed after Aegon's second nameday. His warmth faded, though he remained cordial. When Helaena was born, he congratulated her warmly, but it was not the same. She did not wake to find him at the end of the bed, the babe in his arms. He did not bring his daughter with him everywhere he went, but left her with Alicent and the nursemaids, seemingly content to see her only when necessary.

He stopped calling Alicent to his bed each night. And when he did, he was distant. He did not kiss her nor help her find her own pleasure. After he had finished, he did not ask her to stay. It was a miracle Aemond and Daeron were ever born.

Alicent was almost grateful that Daeron had been born so weak. Growing up in Oldtown, under the care of her cousins and the Maesters, he did not suffer his father's indifference.

Aegon did, and it drove him to despair and depravity.

Helaena, bless her sweet soul, seemed happy enough in her own distant world.

Of them all, Aemond had felt it most keenly.

With Arianwyn, he had read all the stories of Old Valyria that remained, hoping he could one day discuss them with his father. That Viserys would see himself in his son. That despite his lack of a dragon, would see that Aemond was a true heir to the Targaryen name.

But the King never did.

He did not care to hear Orwyle's reports on the progress of Aemond's studies nor Ser Criston's praise of his martial prowess. He brushed aside each of Aemond's failed attempts to claim a dragon just as easily as he dismissed the cruelty of his eldest son and grandsons. Alicent begged him for years to intervene, but he steadfastly refused.

And then Aemond had lost his eye.

No. Not lost. It was taken from him.

Not only by the steel of the Velaryon bastards' knife, but by Rhaenyra's audacious insistence of her sons' legitimacy and the King's callous apathy.

Alicent had to steady herself against the red stone walls of the corridor, reminding herself that she was going to Aemond's rooms to scold him for his behavior at dinner the night before, not to sympathize with his lifelong plight.

She and Rhaenyra had brokered a peace after he had left, and the Queen had every hope that it would hold – if she could get her own children under control.

"Your Grace, are you well?" Alicent jumped at Orwyle's voice, breaking her from her ever-spiraling thoughts.

"Grand Maester," she greeted. "Whatever are you doing in the Holdfast so early? Is the King well?"

Orwyle's dark eyes flicked toward the end of the hall, a tentative smile on his face. "His Grace is well, my Queen, though he continues to rest after his exertions."

"That is wonderful to hear," Alicent sighed, relieved. "But you have not answered my question."

The Maester was practically sweating. "Yes, My Queen. I suppose it is fallen to me to tell you the happy news."

-

Arianwyn watched with delighted curiosity as she brought Aemond to his climax with only her hand. His eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth fell open as he gasped for breath, the line of his jaw impossibly sharp. He reached urgently for his wife, hips rutting wildly as he spilled his onto the sheets between them.

"Was that right?" she asked, a smug smile across her lips.

Aemond only moaned as he pulled her on top of him, too exhausted to even kiss her. But he needed to feel her weight on him, to anchor him, lest he float away on a cloud of bliss.

She laughed, the sound reverberating through Aemond's chest. "I'll take that as an enthusiastic 'yes.'”

He moved to pull her to his lips, but there came a knocking at the door.

“Aemond? Aria?”

Alicent.

His eye shot open at the voice. Why was she here? How had she known Arianwyn would be here as well?

Arianwyn was nearly thrown off the bed for how quickly he sat up, catching her with a hand on the small of her back. Her heart was pounding for fear that they had been discovered and the anticipation of embarrassment should the Queen enter while she was still naked. “What do we do?” she asked.

Carrying her off the bed, Aemond set her down by the door to his dressing room, but he froze when he realized the solution would not be so easy. “Gods, I have no dresses.”

At the blank, dumbfounded stare on his face, Arianwyn recalled a story Aegon had once told about a man who ‘had his brains fucked out.’ She had always thought it to be an exaggeration.

Perhaps not.

She moved to the end of her bed to don her shift and dress from last night, though it was still stained with blood.

“No,” Aemond called, taking her hand and leading her away from the ruined, wrinkled silk on the floor. He knew they had no time for him to fumble with the interminable laces of the confounded thing. “I have a dressing gown… somewhere.”

“I will find it,” she answered, slipping into the dark room housing all his clothing. “And for you?”

“…Trousers!” he said after a prolonged silence, wherein he had nearly forgotten the word.

Arianwyn nearly snorted. Her husband was a clever man indeed.

It took her a moment to sort through the dressing room in the dim light of the morning, but she eventually found a pair of trousers and a black silk dressing gown. Even when she tied the robe, she had to hold it closed with her hands. Aemond was so much taller than her that her arms disappeared entirely in the massive sleeves, and the large pockets sat at her mid-thigh.

He smiled when she reentered the room, a new haze of desire coming over his face as he donned the trousers. Then, as though he had not just been pressed against her fully naked form, he licked his lips in hunger at the sliver of exposed skin on her chest.

“Aemond?” Alicent called again.

“A moment, mother!” he shouted back. After securing his eyepatch, he approached Arianwyn, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Are you ready?”

She brushed her hand against the leather patch, sad to see the sapphire hidden, but nodded and gave him a hesitant smile. “As I will ever be.”

With a swift kiss to her forehead, he led them out of his – their – bedchamber.

And straight into his mother’s waiting arms.

Alicent was a small woman, yet she somehow managed to wrap her arms around them both and squeezed so tight that they winced.

“Oh, my dears!” she exclaimed, pulling back to look at their blushing faces. “I could hardly believe it when Maester Orwyle told me the news, but here you both are!”

Aemond had thought he would never see his mother smile so brightly again. It was simply infectious. He clasped his hand against her arm. “I am sorry we did not wake you,” he said. “But we were quite hurried.”

“Orwyle mentioned something of the like,” the Queen sighed, releasing the couple and looking back to the Grand Maester, still standing awkwardly by the door to the apartments.

“With your permission,” he said, bowing his head, “I would like to confirm the consummation.”

Arianwyn gripped Aemond’s hand harder, unsure what such confirmation would entail. She had heard tale of what was done to women who had their virginity called into question, and she was not eager to experience the same.

The Maester spied the movement and held up a hand to calm her. “I require nothing of you, Princess Arianwyn. I wager I will find all the proof I need within the bedchamber. If you will excuse me?”

Slightly embarrassed, she nodded, allowing Aemond to lead her to the couch by the hearth while Orwyle passed through to the bedchamber.

The Queen took her seat in a stuffed armchair, picking at the skin around her nails while she inspected the dark bruises and cuts on Arianwyn’s jaw and neck. “Aria, will you tell me what happened?”

Suddenly finding herself shaking, Arianwyn hesitated to speak. But then Aemond pressed his leg against hers and took her trembling hands in his, and she felt nearly as strong as she had when she plunged the shears through Daemon’s hand.

She told the Queen everything. Every detail she knew about his rape of her mother. The threats he had made, both on Dragonstone and here in King’s Landing. How he had wrapped his hand around her throat so tight his nails drew blood and tried to strangle her, only to be stopped by the embroidery shears she had hidden in her skirts.

She could not explain how she got away, not when Daemon was so much faster than her. Nor could she recall precisely how she had ended up in the library, under a table with her tears staining an ancient tome.

But she remembered exactly how Aemond had looked when he appeared, the fear and relief in his eye when he saw she was alive and relatively well. She would never forget a single detail of the wedding ceremony itself, from the reverence in Aemond’s voice to the sight of the moonlight on the Weirwood’s red leaves.

The specifics of what came next, she left vague. That particular knowledge belonged only to her and Aemond. But she assured the Queen that the marriage was consummated, a fact soon confirmed by Maester Orwyle.

“I am relieved to hear it,” Alicent said, “It will leave Daemon with little cause to oppose the union.”

Though she had maintained her calm demeanor throughout Arianwyn’s tale, Aemond was simmering with rage. His wife had revealed details he had not known, things she had left out of her letters. He stared into the smoldering embers of the hearth, focusing only on calming his breathing and the fire in his blood that seared through his scar.

“Do you think he will?” Arianwyn asked, “Oppose our marriage?”

Aemond scoffed, the left side of his face beginning to twitch and burn as his emotions ran higher and higher. “Of course, he will.”

“But he will not succeed,” Alicent countered, her voice firm. “Your father is still abed, exhausted by the events of yesterday. The Hand and I shall sit the throne today, and we shall ensure that he fails.”

While Aemond seemed assured by his mother’s confidence, Arianwyn was not. That had been the plan for the petition yesterday, and the King had miraculously risen to defend Lucerys’ claim.

Besides, it was not only their marriage was not the only thing he would bring before the court.

“I stabbed him,” she murmured. “I stabbed the King’s brother, the consort to the Princess of Dragonstone and Heir to the Iron Throne. That is not something that can be so easily dismissed.”

For that, the Queen had no answer.

Aemond had only praise for his wife's actions, but his admiration would not change the fact that she had broken the law.

Orwyle cleared his throat. “To my knowledge, Prince Daemon has not sought the aid of any Maesters to treat his wound. Should he wish to prosecute the matter, surely he would have sounded an alarm.”

It was sound logic. Daemon was not one to keep the secrets of others. Not when he stood to gain from exposing the truth.

But the truth was not what the Rogue Prince was after, Aemond thought as a starling realization came over him.

Daemon only wanted to hurt his daughter.

“The shears,” he declared.

Alicent’s brow furrowed. “What about them?”

“We never found them. Only the blood.”

Arianwyn was shaking with fear when she rose from the couch and tore open the door to their chambers, startling her guards.

“Where is Brynna?”

Next Chapter

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[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNSFW ALPHABET | ABCDEFGHIJ

This was requested by anon and was really challenging. Also, the reader is Fem!Targ, but, there are no mentions of her appearance, it’s quite neutral actually.

warnings: mentions of sex (course), explicit sexual content, don’t read if you’re a underage. English is not my first language.

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A - Aftercare

There is an unspoken need for closeness, but shown by Jace once you've fully satisfied each other. He usually brings you to his chest, but he may also hug you from behind or snuggle against your breasts while making sure you're okay and that you like what happened. He likes to plant kisses over your face, head, and shoulder when a comfortable silence prevails between you and precedes sleep. Being protective and gentle in any way, it would come as no surprise that your beloved prince would be such a gentleman after making you come so well.

B - Body

If you think that any part of your body will be neglected by him, you’re totally wrong. He showers you with kisses, licks and bites, so devoted and sweet to satisfy you. Jace treats you with complete devotion, enjoying hearing your sweet moans and watching you squirm beneath him. When you're done, a thin layer of sweat usually covers his torso and your breasts, deliciously shiny, he doesn't tell you but he loves to see your skin subtly glow. The image of him worn by your side, with messy hair and uneven breathing is also a vision for you.

C - Cum

Usually Jace ends up inside your core, but nothing turns him on more than coming into your mouth. His eyes don't leave your face as you take him into your mouth in a sensual rhythm that can be slow or fucking fast. A trigger is activated when he feels you swallowing his seed and he comes even harder, leaving a loud moan that echoes through the room. As for you, nothing pleases him anymore when he makes you squeeze his member hard before the hot explosion takes over your body. If he comes first, he'll crouch pleasantly between your legs and finish the job like a man hungry and in love with you. When you make him cum with your hand, his eyes enlarge the image of his seed running down your body, it’s too much and he simple flies on your lips verocity.

D - Dirty secret

While he likes to take charge of any situation, there's nothing that makes him so hard when you command him in bed. When your hands tugged at his hair as your body paced the collision between your wet womanhood and his hard cock, he could swear your image was as heavenly and powerful as a goddess. But to the same extent that he loves to be commanded, he loves to command. Damn, he loves to see you beg and moan and know that he is the reason for this, he loves to have so much power over the situation.

E - Experience

It's no mystery that Jace isn't the most experienced of men. While it might seem tempting to touch a lady's soft skin, the prince inhibited the temptation to indulge himself before marriage. The main reason that keeps him away from intimate relations with a woman is the possibility of fathering a bastard and further curse his life. If you are experienced, he will gladly accept to be guided. If you're a maiden, he'll take over and try to reassure you—even if he's nervous himself.

He'll try to follow the hints and murmurs he's heard about the act, plus the book he once read (he's not proud of it) about copulation.

F - Frequency

Jace is not sexually dependent and doesn't like it when sex interferes with his royal activities, but like every young man discovering sex life and as things get better between you, oh, the frequency becomes greater. When it becomes pleasurable for you, every night you roll around in bed like a couple of rabbits in desperate need of each other. Don't be surprised when you repeat the act again in a relatively short time, as I said, young and excited.

G - Goofy

The prince is quite focused when he is on four walls. He's not a blank slate, but he's not a comedian, he can tease you and make you smile sometimes, especially the first few times to break the ice present in your recent relationship. Jace is very passionate and delivered to the moment, and he makes a point of showing it with every sensual thrust that his manhood gives you.

H - Hands

Jace's hands roam all over your body. They hold your face in a sloppy kiss, bring your waist close, grope your breasts delicately, squeeze your ass, snake your stomach and deliciously press the pearl between your legs. Once he discovers the pleasure his hands can bring you, your pretending prince doesn't stop. Jace loves it when you use your hands (which will be covered in the letter M) and leave burning marks on his back and chest. He needs to be touched by you.

I - Intimacy

The intimacy in your relationship is built gradually. Jace is quite easy to love and get along with, he's cute, sweet, and protective. Intimacy in sex is growing as a ladder, the more confidence and passion increases between you the more intimate sex becomes. The initial disinhibition and embarrassment fade eventually, although it may take time.

J - Jealousy

Jace isn't as jealous, but he can become when he notices an indecent or insistent look in your way, or when his uncles make inappropriate comments about your sex life. That night he fucks more willingly, it's not rude, but it's strong enough to make you scream when it comes hard and hot on his cock. He holds you close the entire sex, never looking away from yours as he tries his best to last longer than usual. He holds your waist tightly as he thrusts into you at a breakneck, delicious pace. You really love when he gets jealous.

Part two - M/Z

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[supernovafeather]

Allies With Benefits (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, anal sex, swearing, reader slaps him but that's part of some weird courtship rituals for them they're used to it dw they're into it, body changes (weight loss), really soft allusion to dubcon.

Summary : As countess of a minor planet, reader had to find new ways to get things done. She decided to use her body to seal an alliance with Leto Atreides.

A conqueror behavior had nothing to do on any planet other than yours. Where you were born, it could be justified by your bloodline and justice. Here, on Caladan, it could only get interpreted as insulting and egoistical. And yet, he loved it.

Not that people appreciated your attitude much, but their Duke did. It took him some time, but once alone with him, you felt more than great at the thought of stepping on his land, on his way. Your confidence eclipsed any unwanted thought. Doubt ? That was for the weak that used to always find an excuse for their pathetic behavior and failures. Now that you understood what it meant to embrace power fully, you had no will to let it go. For so many years your own people used to shame you about your appearance, behavior, and skills. No matter how hard you tried to make yourself understand and respect, they didn't care. Despite your benevolent nature you chose your mother's path, a bloody one. Yet, they still kept on disrespecting you. So you changed everything about you to adopt that appearance they would both fear and fantasize about. If they had to look up at you with hatred, at least they would do it with that lust and powerlessness in their doomed gaze.

Leto Atreides had felt… confused about it all, you saw it. He was the only one not to disrespect you when weight remained an insisting parasite in everybody's conversation about you. In theory you should respect him but that only made him the easiest to try to step on. Losing weight was one thing, and keeping control over the dark sides of your personality was another one. You wanted to outlive that image they had of you. You had enough of them, of their judgemental gazes that made you lower your eyes.

"Give me the men I asked for, and the both of our people are going to…" you started as you stepped up to him with a warning glare. "I won't give you anything my Lady. You are in no right to demand anything from my House after your… questionable behavior." He answered. "Who do you think you are to even try to make me abandon my own people ?" "I don't think I am the Duke of Caladan, I AM the Duke of Caladan, if that may bring you some lacking information about your own predicament." He snarled. "Your role is to obey and remain at your place instead of acting impulsively."

Rebellions over and over. You had had enough of them, so you chose a more brutal approach. Blood got shed and your whole personal changes supposed to turn into tools that would make you look like the distinguished lady they wanted to see turned into ones matching your perversity when it came to death and dignity. Order and discipline were desperately needed and that asshole didn't see it. That man you used to admire, that family that used to make you feel jealous over yours failed you.

"I do not care about your titles, I want you to act upon that mess reigning over my land, over my ancestor's land like you promised." You whispered with a hateful gaze. "I want you Leto Atreides, to respect our agreements instead of running away like a useless scared child would before a storm. That same storm is going to wipe us all, please act upon it."

You did not care about that mix of anger and hunger all over his face as you walked up closer and closer to him until pressing your chest against his. Since the day you appeared for the first time as slim, you noticed the way those men's gazes changed around you. Those useless pieces of shit begged to get stepped upon despite themselves claiming how deserving you were of a similar fate for the greatest good. For balance, for culture, for justice. And yet here they were, begging you silently to let your hands close around their neck, asking you to castrate them with your bare hands. They moved to declare you war in one way or another just to feel your wrath coating them in lava.

"I won't send you my men." He said.

You hated that heat spreading in you as his steely eyes locked with yours for good. Leto Atreides - by the Gods, an Atreides himself - tried to resist his own urges around you. Unthinkable a few months ago. He was about to regret his stupid choices. You would have been there baring his own child by now if only he were as loyal, open minded and kind as he claimed to be. He was not that different from them all.

"Do it." You muttered. "Why ? I won't condemn them to a certain death just because you asked like the spoiled child you are. Stop begging me my Lady." "You will be the one begging."

The firm hand grabbing your neck almost chocked you as you ended up pressed against the nearest wall, the Duke's eyes trying to take control over your exchange.

"I won't allow you to decide of my soldiers' fate." He warned you with a slight head tilt. "Who do you think your are to demand such things?" "The lady that has nothing to lose but her dignity. Is that too much to ask for," you breathed out.

His hand tightened its grip around your throat and for a second you started to panic. It hurt but you got your composure back as his features hardened as his lips almost brushed upon yours.

"I would be ashamed of acting this way my Lady. Your blatant disrespect, both for me and yourself is inconsiderate." "Are you accusing me of something? I am not the one strangling a lone woman in a corner of my chambers." You squealed. "You asked me to condemned over a thousand soldiers to death." "And you are about to get convinced by me and me only, as deaf you are to my people's suffering as you are."

For years you cursed those powerful and beautiful women for using their body to get what they wanted but now, you realized how invincible that tool was once you learned to use it in an appropriate way. You learned how to kiss men sensually thanks to your servants. You learned to moan the right way to make blood leave the brain they like so much to brag about. You learned to roll your hips against them to initiate some wicked desire in them even if they remained fully dressed. So, you used all those weapons against him and even pulled on his curled and greyish hair as he kneeled before you. You savored your victory as you glared at the wall before you, feeling his hot and shaky breath covered by your dress as his tongue and lips played with your thighs with sloppy kisses. All your unholy whispers and moans were enough to get his all mighty hands all over your legs freshly shaven for this night just in case, his mouth sucking on that spot full of nerves making you rub your entrance against his beard.

Then came the moment you cried his first name out when his tongue invaded your wet and already pulsating entrance, his own eagerness multiplied indefinitely as your thighs closed around his face. You felt each of his motions, the way his face rubbed left and right to increase the pressure against your flesh, the sucking sounds, and that warm tongue getting all this juice out off you to suck it in. Your body arched against the wall, and your eyes opened to see nothing at all as warmth spread all over your body. Only your muscles responded to his ministrations as you felt a finger finding its way behind you, inserting itself into a place where it shouldn't have any right to go into. You didn't say anything, your mouth open and silent as that tongue continued on torturing you so delightfully. Then that wet forefinger that started to dig its way up inside of your butt made you snap back to reality. You wouldn't let your Duke have you like that. You wanted to get your way with him with your own rules. If he was to get you, you would get him as well.

"Let's go to your bed." You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled back once again.

Twice. He got you so effortlessly twice in just a few minutes and you came loudly, his hands keeping your hips firmly against the wall as your upper body undulated. Your fingers pulled on his hair, and something told you he loved it as he kept on sucking on your juices with so much strength.

"Leto, by the Gods let me go."

He went even deeper with his tongue, and you opened you eyes wide as you felt his whole finger find its way up your butt, rubbing your insides to get you ready for what he wanted ultimately. The back of your head hit the wall with another insanely loud moan and you knew that you wouldn't win in that position. You felt him stretching you from the inside.

You were back at being the one begging to get heard and you hated that.

"Leto, my Lord, my liege, by the Gods please don't… don't…"You heard the loud sucking sound from between your legs muffled by your dress and gave up, letting him get what he wanted with his mouth as you closed your eyes tightly, feeling a second finger getting inserted in you as you tightened your hole around the first one. He had no pity, like you should have known. You could only admire him for that, and now you understood why so many women chose those weapons against men possessing such powerful armies.

Then he had enough, his face now pressing against yours as his hands held yours in a a hurtful grip, his tongue spreading your own taste in your mouth as he rubbed his covered crotch against yours, your thighs only able to welcome his presence between them. You wouldn't let him have you like this.

"Call me my Lord with that voice again and trust me my whole castle will hear your screams." He promised breathlessly.

You didn't care. You managed to make him fall to the side on his own bed, one of a fabrics unknown to you, so soft you got distracted by it until feeling two eager hands rubbing your chest to grab your chest. Your thighs and hips knew exactly where to go, trapping his hardness firmly as you stared right into his troubled eyes.

"Only once I'm naked." You said.

Confused, he looked up at you as he sat down. The moment you took your top off and stared down at him, you knew you won for a short moment. You refused to acknowledge that such a noble man would get distracted for your nipples and breasts so easily. Unfortunately his instincts were not that different from your servants. So you started to rub his crotch with the only strength of your hips, your emotionless face soon making his smile disappear. Your hands found his top, taking it off as he muffled a strange sound.

"Not that different from a desperate whore ?" He mumbled.

This was what made you commit the worst. You slapped him violently, then a second time following his pleased sigh. You took him by surprise, and rubbed your hips against his with even more strength.

"I don't think I am the slut here my Lord, I am not the one moaning like a bitch to get dominated."

You slapped him again which made his eyes glassy then pulled on his head as he moaned again. His hands grabbed the sheets brutally as you lowered his pants, and he managed to look down right as your warmth started to engulf his shaft.

"My Lady…" he started.

Drunk dazed by the power you had over him, you started the brutal thrusts yourself. It wasn't long before he joined you, his eyes either staring at your bouncing breasts or your sexes rubbing against each other in a concert of wet noises that would make any shy sould ashamed. You were beyond that point. Yes, he got you wet but just as you got him hard. He could see you as a slut and want you to see yourself as one, but you would also make him see himself as one.

"Lecturing people and yet acting like a desperate whore," you commented against his lips as his bed cracked even louder than before, "you're not that different from others" "You should feel that tight cunt to know who's the whore there." He groaned.

You slapped him once again and he answered back by inserting his forefinger back inside you. You slapped him against and he kept it deep inside you, his mouth now kissing the area between your naked breasts. Against your own will, you stopped moving, your heart beating like a wardrum as his fingers started to rub inside you. Your flesh hadn't tightened yet so it was still easy for him to do that, then he inserted the second one. Still, you didn't move as you looked down as his bearded cheeks hid his mouth closing around your right nipple.

"Leto please I only… please my Lord I… I need your men…" You squealed as he sucked on your sensitive skin.

Your audacity got you lost in the mayhem caused by the colors of his room as you ended up forcefully on your knees, your hands soon joining them on his sheets. Your eyes barely had the time to open widely as you felt something hard entering you from behind, confident hands holding you still as you groaned at the length inserted between your ass cheeks.

"Playing the sluttish empress when you remain a shy and unimportant ambassador asking for help should teach you a lesson."

He spanked you once and your offended gasp made him do it once more as you felt him get fully inside you. Humiliation got you tearing up as his hands caressed yours hips then up your breasts, pinching your nipples as his strong hips trapped you against his mattress.

"Give me your soldiers." You breathed out as you made your flesh close around him. "I want my people to remain safe. You promised."

He exhaled brutally then moaned before starting a slow pace, careful as he kept you in this position as your flesh started to burn you from the inside.

"I am a loyal man don't worry about it."

You lowered your head as you gritted your teeth, struggling not to protest as your body tried to reject him. It was not ready yet despite his shaky breath and febrile hands holding your hips.

"You're too tight, wait a second." He mumbled.

He got out much to your relief, but soon pinned your face against the mattress. Your buttocks completely exposed could only let you feel the trails of saliva drooling inside your hole stretched by his hands as it ran down your crack. He spat several times, sometimes right next to your ass as your struggled to break free.

"Easy beautiful, I always take care of my favorite ones. Breathe in and breathe out. Relax."

Your nose still against his sheets couldn't breathe in properly as the Duke started to insert himself again inside you, his victorious laugh ringing in your ears as he managed to slide completely in your hole.

"That's my girl." He commented out loud. "I hope your men are worth it." "Stop talking about them. You only have to let me make you enjoy this."

As twisted as your "tactical conversations" were, you had to admit that Leto always kept his promises, unlike many before him. The new weapon you got from your physical transformation - despite being the double-edged sword it was - let you gain so much more influence than what you used to dream of. As an unimportant Countess from a small planet lost in the vast universe, getting your deals sealed with an Atreides himself was a miracle. Your planet's survival depended on it. The Duke remained pretty possessive and rough in bed but you couldn't forget the surprising attention he would put in aftercare. Today was your third time and and you tried to focus on what would follow instead of the harsh and raw clapping sound.

"Come here Countess." He muttered.

Your body reacted to his words strangely, with pleased goosebumps and a moan. Without stopping, he lied over you to cage you from behind against the bed, his hips changing their rhythm to something more intimate as you felt him slowly sliding in and out. You could merely rest your cheek on the bed, feeling his hot breath against it as he watched you from above.

"What an insufferable brat you are for a Lady." He commented with a mischievous tone. "Please shut your mouth," you protested weakly. "We are here to talk about politics, we shouldn't try to silence each other."

He kissed your nape gently, your mouth letting some moans out as his thrusts remained slow but got deeper everytime he pressed back inside you. The muffled groans stuck in his throat sounded lovely, and you folded your arm to grab a mop of his hair to keep him close.

"Disrespect me." He requested.

He stopped his thrusts to frustrate you, and once you felt pleasure vanishing you were able to think of something just to get him going again.

"Why should I ? My sole presence is enough to upset you for the rest of the day." "Not right now so disrespect me."

He pushed hard once to the point where you tensed up with your mouth wide open, your wrist next to his face now kissed by his lips.

"Don't you feel ashamed of acting worse than I do ?" "Absolutely not." He replied. "What do you feel at the thought of me doing the same with the Harkonnens ?"

That was a sensitive topic with him and you felt him pausing his whole body before you groaned at the hand pulling your head backwards. Even reversed his disapproval was clear, especially with his frowned eyebrows.

"Do not talk about doing that with them. You don't know what it would be like." "What if those monsters fucked me better than you do old man ? Maybe I should take them all at once so that I can tell you everything."

You squealed at the brutality used to make you bite the sheets as he started to pound aggressively, his hateful grunts audible next to your ears as he took you.

"You would miss me immediately and pray for me to come here save your ass, and you know it." He mumbled as the clapping resumed. Then I would have to come inside you to remind you that I would consider that as a betrayal of our… alliance."

Nothing official linked you to Leto Atreides. No precise status, no privilege other than having sex with him to seal deals, but for some reason it seemed to have provided some trust between your planets, which was the major pro of this situation. And with this trust came some untold rules. Some mutual will to stay close to the other. Just like you this man must have felt lonely, just in different ways. People always had bias towards others and despite how much admiration you had for him before your first travel to Caladan, he must have had many demons following him relentlessly.

The moment you came felt divine as you arched your back and cooed loudly. As he said previously, you would definitely hope for him to get you out of there were you to get trapped and submitted to horrible treatments by the Harkonnens. It felt amazing to have this kind of relationship with such a good leader as Leto Atreides. You made the right choice. You were a conqueror. Not the kind you wished to become, but adaptability was an important quality and you were glad you found it out.

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[sylver-drawer]

Two Bluebirds that Papa Loved

Prologue : Part One

A drop of crimson falls onto the once pristine marble floor. He can see it so well, the red footprints of his soles from stepping into his brother’s pool of blood. The emperor had taken his last breath just seconds ago, body still warm most definitely. There is not a single feeling expression on the face of his elder brother, jeweled eyes devoid of life. Absent-mindedly, Claude had wondered what his brother had thought as he plunged this sword into his chest. Did he resent him? Did he curse him? Did he perhaps think, ‘Ah, I deserved this’ ? Or maybe, just maybe, if there was even a fragment of the elder brother he once loved as a child in that corpse…

The seventeen year old blonde had smiled bitterly, the tip of the sullied red blade tapping against the hard floor with a scratch. Dwelling on the regrets of dead men won’t do anything. Instead, the now crown prince turns his jeweled gaze to the girl just a not so far away from him, sitting in the wrinkled skirt of her patterned violet gown.

Heavy with makeup, the lady with viper green eyes and a beauty mark beside her lips didn’t look up at him. No one would have believed you if you told them this boy and girl were fiancés, akin to lovebirds only a year or so earlier. What a bloody scene—the once second prince staring down at the second daughter of the Judith family, while his elder brother’s ever chilling corpse lays at his feet.

Penelope doesn’t even flinch when Claude’s soles echo against the hallway’s floor toward her. It was as if she was expecting this, somewhat. Or perhaps she had just resigned herself to the same fate as the one she had an affair with.

“Not a single word?”

“What is there to say, when I’m going to die all the same.”

Claude is in front of her now, just about three feet away. All the while, the tip of the sword has dragged upon the surface of the marble, scratching it surely. Even if the blood was cleaned, they would still need to get the tiles replaced.

“Then let me ask you this, before I send you to hell with him.”

Claude lifts the tip of his sword just inches away from his ex-fiancé’s neck.

“Why?”

With bitter eyes, like the child he used to be and the child she and the previous emperor once knew in their childhood, he looked upon her with frustratedly confused and undeniably upset eyes. It was as if he were on the verge of tears, yet those jeweled eyes had become dry in his fury.

“Why did you betray me? Did you love him?”

Penelope couldn’t help but scoff.

“Love him? You brother? No, of course not.”

“Did you…” Claude’s throat is dry, “ever, love me?”

It takes longer for her to respond this time, as if pondering on it herself.

“Yes, I did, and still love you—but not how you loved me.”

The grip on the sword’s handle tightens just a bit.

“Then why?”

Another pause.

“Anastasius, your brother—he promised me that if I bore his child, he would give me everything I ever wanted.”

Claude scoffs.

“Everything? Everything you ever wanted? What was it? Power? The throne?” The golden haired prince grit his teeth. “What did that bastard offer to be so enticing that you betrayed me .”

Penelope is quiet, uncharacteristically so. It’s hard to believe that this woman used to be the center of high society, and still will be until that soft neck is dyed red.

“Well?”

Claude’s desperate voice, his need for an answer—for a response—is like a roar. Like a child who’s on the verge of throwing a tantrum—or perhaps he already had, seeing the bodies he had left in his wake.

And finally, the barely older eighteen year old responds.

“… he promised me, the Ruby Palace.”

Appalled and even a bit offended, the blonde narrowed his eyes incredulously.

“… The Ruby Palace? You betrayed me, not for the Empress’ Place, the gilded gardens, the Emerald Palace, or even the Topaz—but for the Ruby Palace? ”

Just a bit, something inside the girl snapped.

“It is what lies inside the Ruby Palace and what it stands for that I craved!”

The younger of the two by only three months laughs with a harsh breath.

“What nonsense, all that lies in the Ruby Palace are…”

Like a chill wave, it washes over his overheating rage of betrayal as the slow realization settles in. For once in a long time it feels, he properly looks at the woman in front of him. After constantly avoiding his once unflinching gaze at her silhouette, ever since he found her entangled in the sheets of his brother’s bed with his brother, it felt like he finally had the courage to look at her completely.

The woman only barely moved her head, the tip of the blade dangerously close to her cheek.

“Claude, I could never love you or any other man, the way you loved me.”

“You—“ The tip of the blade trembled in his grip. “—for the Ruby Palace, for that reason, you betrayed…?”

There is a tear that falls from the porcelain woman’s cheek—or perhaps, she was just a girl. A simple girl who did what all girls did, longing for a dream they could never achieve. How hot it felt, like poison rain against her cool skin. Yet, the girl felt no shame, proclaiming her final regrets and answers to the only man she had genuinely opened her heart to.

“You as the second prince, never to become the emperor, couldn’t have ever given this to me.”

The last prince stood quiet, gaze shadowed from the moonlight pouring from the open courtyard.

“Last I recall, the ban of homosexuality is not in Obelia’s laws.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

The woman’s voice was like a whisper, drained of all her previous passionate glory. As if she truly had given up.

“There are unspoken laws, Claude. Ones that control society much more than those written in stone. This was no exception.”

“When did the Penelope I know—” The grip on his crimson coated sword tightens, ”—fall victim to others’ gazes and thoughts?”

A small sound that one could hardly call a laugh.

“I always have, Claude. Just because I appear as a wicked woman, does not mean I truly am one. Vulnerability is the best entertainment for those crows.”

Her green eyes lifted to meet his trembling jewels.

“You know this fact best, after all.”

Stillness between the two once again. Silence, a bit stifling as a drop of blood falls from the sword. Penelope turns her face away from her former fiancé.

“It’s enough now. Just end it all.”

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, embracing death’s coming embrace. Penelope had never thought about her death, not once. Watching her mother and elder sister, she wanted to live a life without regrets. To shield her weak and fragile heart, she had to do what all women did—to fake strength, and to believe in that false confidence to fool herself as well. You can only truly play a convincing performance if it’s the ‘truth’, after all. And yet, despite her desperate attempts to live out this lie, every step she took seemed to be the wrong one. Deeper and deeper, sinning more just for the small possibility that she could have truly been happy. Happy, in the arms of no man, but someone like herself. Someone just as shrewd, yet just as lost.

Ah. It seems she truly met the end of the trail now, that forbidden trail of sin.

And yet—and yet—why does the blade not come for her bare throat?

“I am no longer that pitiful second bastard prince, anymore.”

Penelope’s eyelashes flutter open, twisting her gaze slightly. A cloud has overshadowed the moon. Just what expression is that boy making now?

“With his blood spilled, I am now the next emperor.”

The shadows begin to recede, light traveling up the crown prince’s limbs and gradually illuminating his resolute figure. As the moonlight falls onto his silhouette, his diamond-like eyes shimmer with a particular gleam.

“What you want—what you desire—if I grant it, will you swear upon the Sun and the Stars that you will never betray me again?”

…

Just a month shy of the new emperor’s birthday banquet, rumors spread among high society and what’s left of the nobility. That the boy once known as the crippled prince had fallen into depravity after seizing the throne, throwing himself into the hold of sin and lust—that even now, he has been expanding his collection of concubines and caging them within the Ruby Palace.

What can you expect from a bastard child?

They don’t know, however. That the first princess of the new Obelian royalty would be born in about seven months time, the second princess born almost a year later from then. They don’t know that within a two years’ time, their new emperor would fall into despair after losing the two most important women in his life, leaving two hatchlings in the concubines’ nest.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Reporter’s Daughter

Media Godless 

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Smutty

Concept Interviewing the deputy 

I sighed a little watching my father enjoying himself so much, a bunch of these Labelle women surrounded him eager to hear his stories and nonsense. These ladies must be desperate; they have an interest in my father of all people. I learnt myself against the wooden column that held up the porch roof for the sheriff's office of Labelle, my little bag over my shoulder readjusting my gloves as I often did. I headed the office door behind me open and close with the sound of boots heading down the porch towards me. 

"The ladies seem ataken to him" he says his accent thick and his body rotting or may as well be given its stench and generally unkemptness, 

"As flies to shit" I chuckled

"Ya could say that" he laughed

Making me glace at him boots in the dirt, clothes never seen the inside of the creek, hat on his head and I noticed the glint on his jumper, the silver glint of the law star. And I couldn't help but gave him fully reading the dirty embossed letters 

"Deputy?" I asked 

"Yes ma'am" he nods 

"My, my, aren't I a lucky lady to be in the presence of such" I smiled and for a moment he looked happy but confused "deputy of labelle whitey Winn, youngest deputy this side of the Mississippi, with the sharpest shot yet" I smiled 

"Ya Heard of me?' he smiled widely 

"I've heard alot about you Mr Winn" I smiled "Miss y/n Grigg" I offered my hand 

"Pleasure" he smiled taking it and giving it a soft kiss "Grigg? His daughter? I take it" he laughed glanced at my father still talking with the ladies and I nodded "sorry he said ya weren't down here to talk to bill"

"He's his for his story, I'm here for mine. When he said he was heading to labelle I insisted on coming getting on the ground floor of such a story" I smiled 

"Really? Well I'd be happy to give ya an interview"

"I'm sure you would. Whenever you're ready"

"I'm not busy now, shall we?" He smirked glancing and tipping his head in the direction of the office door 

"So long as you don't tell my father" I smirked offering my hand 

"I won't darlin'. So long as ya don't tell your daddy either?" He smirked taking my hand in his own giving it a kiss his other hand moving around my back to sit on my waist

"I promise."

"Good" he smirked happily tugging me into the office with him shutting and I noticed locking the door behind us setting his hat on the side "So? What would the lovely lady like to know?" He Cooes bringing me a chair over and sitting at his own 

"Well, tell me about labelle first of all" I explained grabbing my little bag opening it up to get my note paper

"Well it's a lovely little place, use to be a booming little town. Then of course we had the accident. Lost a lot of good men. Women who could headed off elsewhere left now just the ladies who stay most of them husband's died in the accident"

"Ohh goodness. Did you loose anyone in the accident?"

"Yes actually. My father. I did go down help after the collapse but…"

"Oh my, that must have been terrible"

"It was. But life goes on, you know. Got the job as deputy not long after the accident, bill taught me everything I know"

"He teach you to shoot?"

"Somewhat. Mostly self taught in that department" he smirked showing off a little twirling his gun around

"Careful" 

"Don't worry darlin. I won't hurt ya." He winked setting it back in his holster we talked for a good while back and forth but it got more and more suggestive, a lot of flirting, gentle hand touches, glances, and hair fixes  "I prefer the 45 I find it has less of a kick back, earlier to control in close quarters" he explained

"May I?" I asked gently stroking down the barrel of his gun brushing my fingers against his for a moment he didn't answer seeming a little sheepish before handing it over

"Course, just be careful little lady she's powerful takes alot of keep her in line"

"I don't doubt it, I'm sure your use to taking control" I smiled feeling the weight in my hand playfully running my hand across it 

"I am. Ya know if ya like I have a free day tomorrow, I could take ya out for a ride down to where I practice?"

"You would?"

"Absolutely even give ya a go"

"That's very kind of you Mr Winn but I don't think my father would like that very much" I smiled setting the gun on the desk 

"No I don't imagine he would, he ain't been in town long but I don't think he likes me"

"He doesn't like anyone, unless they have something for him" I smiled "still, I don't mind if you don't?" I smirked moving to take his hand as it sat on the desk he glanced down at my hand a moment

"No?"

"No."

"Well, I'd love to I just don't wanna get ya in any trouble" he says taking my hand too 

"I'm sure you'd b able to come save me if so"

"I'd be more then happy to darlin." He says his fingers stroking my own "tomorrow? Sunrise?"

"It's a date" I smiled fixing his hair a little, admittedly he was sweet, and rather attractive, I know I definitely wanted too, that and the idea it would really piss off my father would be a bonus. 

"Uhhh miss y/n. May I uhh well uhh-"

"If your asking to kiss me whitey, its a yes" I cooed he didn't need to be told twice closing the gap between us pressing his lips to my own he tasted unsurprisingly like dirt but I kinda liked it our kiss started slow and gentle but it didn't take long for us both to become far more passionate I slipped my gloves off throwing them on the desk to hold his neck and the moment I did he quickly grasped my waist with a grown against our kiss he began to stand from his chair so I got up too letting him pull me against him tugging on his hair a little as I perched myself on his desk and he happily got between my legs

"fuck- y/n I"

"What's wrong?"

"... Not on the desk darlin" he smirked 

"Ohh, what? You gonna unlock a cell for us and throw me on the cell bed like some little jail girl" I cooed stroking his gunbelts 

"Maybe. Maybe not" he smirked glancing to the open floor 

"The floor? What kinda girl do you think I am Mr Winn?" I pouted 

"Well we ain't got alot of options darlin."

"Yes we do" I smirked giving him a kiss and reaching into my handbag grabbing my hotel keys "daddy got me my own room"

"Did he now? Humm how foolish of him" he smirked "you go I'll be up in a minute" he says giving me one more intense kiss I fixed my dress and hopped off the desk taking my things and heading across the square to the labelle hotel 

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[music-is-love-90]

Summary: A delay in the ballroom means Kate doesn't hear Anthony lay out his list of requirements for a wife. In turn, he doesn't ruin his chances with her. Even the best laid plans can fall apart when love interferes.

Ch. 23:

Kate felt certain she should be more upset that the Viscount Bridgerton currently had her pressed against a tree as he kissed her like he was starving for her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.  All that mattered was that he kept kissing her and didn’t stop.

“I thought you promised to behave yourself.” She murmured as he pulled away to let them breath. 

“I promised to behave as long as I was under Lady Danbury’s roof.” He replied, grinning.  “I don’t see a roof anywhere above us.”

His lips found hers again and she held him tighter.  Everything about him felt right, from the softness of his lips to his weight pressing against her.  She didn’t know how she had survived without him all this time.

“You are a Siren,” he murmured against her lips, “sent to torment me.” His lips ghosted across her cheek and down to her neck, where he found a particularly sensitive spot and she gasped.  He smiled and pulled back slightly.  “I cannot wait to learn every noise you make.” He nibbled at the spot and she arched against him.  “Every whimper, every sigh…I am going to spend hours cataloguing every one of them and then start all over again.” His lips made their way back to hers.  “I shall teach you all the ways a lady can be seduced.”

He went to kiss her again, but she stopped him, tugging on his hair until his eyes met hers.

“And what of you?” she asked.  Her fingers pulled tighter and he groaned.  “Shall I learn what makes you whimper…what makes you beg?  Am I to learn how to drive the great and powerful Lord Bridgerton to his knees before me?”

“Just ask.” He told her desperately.  “I am yours, to do with as you like.  I am yours to command, my darling.  My goddess.”

She reached up to her run her thumb over his swollen lips and he opened his mouth to allow her to slip inside.  Her eyes widened as his tongue ran over the pad and he bit down gently.  She tugged again and he released her.

“Mine?”

“Only yours.”

They didn’t speak again for several minutes.

“We should stop.” He said finally, pulling away just far enough to rest his forehead against hers.

“We should stop.” She agreed.  “I am expected at breakfast.”

“I am expected at Parliament.”  He replied.  “If Hastings thought I was annoying yesterday…”

Kate laughed, pushing him away gently.

“You will just have to learn to control yourself, my Lord.”

He reached out and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist as she wound hers around his neck.

“I don’t want to control myself, Kathani.” He told her softly.  “It is madness to think I will be able to sit calmly next to you in Lady Danbury’s parlor or stand an appropriate distance from you at a ball.  For god’s sake, they will expect me to allow you to dance with men who are not me.  I am telling you now that I do not think I can do it.”

“You were the one who said we must play by the rules of the society we find ourselves in, Anthony.” She pointed out, reaching up to caress his cheek.  “Do you think it is any easier to see you speaking with other women?  But I would point out that I have not danced with any man outside of your family party in quite some time.  Even Edwina’s suitors do not ask me to dance anymore.”

“Good.” He replied.  “Let us keep it that way.”

“You are a ridiculous man, my Lord.” She told him, laughing.

“No, I am a possessive man.” He replied seriously.  “It is not one of my better qualities, but the idea of letting anyone else near you drives me mad.”

Kate smiled softly and reached up to kiss him softly.

“You have nothing to fear.” She whispered.  “I am yours.  Only yours.”

Anthony smiled, resting his forehead against hers.

“I have had so few things that were purely mine.” He told her softly.  “Everything has always been for the family.  Finding you was the greatest gift I could have ever received.”

Kate smiled and laid her head against his shoulder, letting him hold her close.

“I really do need to go.” She said finally, pulling away and he let her go.

He watched as she headed towards Isis, efficiently righting herself as she went until she simply looked as if she had been riding hard and not passing time in the woods with him.

“Will I see you today?” he asked, leaning against the tree to continue watching her as she readied her horse.

“Very likely.” She replied.  “I am to chaperone Edwina on a promenade this morning and Eloise is to join me.  After lunch, I have a trip to the modiste planed with Daphne.  I am unsure of our dinner plans, though.”

“Is Edwina promenading with Lord Morrison?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“Lord Lumley.  Have you heard anything more about the Earl?”

Anthony shook his head.

“It’s odd.” He admitted.  “I would have expected to hear something by now.”

“She has a trip to get ices with him tomorrow, but she has asked Mary to chaperone.” Kate reported.  “She’s still angry with me.”

Her hands stilled on the saddle and Anthony strode across, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder as she leaned back into his embrace.

“She will forgive you.” He told her softly.  “She’s just hurt you kept it from her.  She’ll come around.”

Kate nodded and let him hold her for a few moments, reveling in the peace she found with him.  Finally, she pulled away, but he simply turned her in his arms, pressing a sweet, almost chaste kiss to her lips.  When he pulled away, she gently caressed his cheek again and his eyes closed as he shuttered.  He opened them again to find her smiling brightly.

“Siren.” He growled.

Kate just laughed.

~.~

Kate linked her arm with Eloise’s as they followed Edwina and Lumley.  Edwina was laughing at something the Lord said, but Kate got the feeling that any affection her sister had held for the man had dissipated.  She rather got the feeling that this whole display was to make her younger sibling seem desirable to someone else.  Kate was frankly surprised.  She hadn’t realized Edwina could be that duplicitous.

“Did you see the latest Whistledown?” Eloise asked, bring Kate out of her thoughts.

“I did.” She replied dryly.  “I even had parts of it read aloud to me.”

 As predicted, Lady Whistledown had written about Anthony’s delivery of flowers.  Edwina had read whole sections of the pamphlet at breakfast until Mary made her stop.

“Ah, yes.” Eloise laughed.  “Anthony was particularly pleased with ‘Miss Sharma, the terror of the men of the ton, seems utterly besotted with the seemingly reformed rake, Lord Bridgerton’.  I think he’s planning on having mother embroider it on a pillow.”

“Are you truly enamored with your eldest brother?” Kate asked.  “How much would you really mourn him if he were to mysteriously disappear?”

“You would miss him far more than me.” Eloise shot back.  “Besotted as you are with him.”

Kate bumped her with her shoulder, but smiled, nonetheless.

“As interesting as your courtship, which happens most days right in front of my face, is, I was actually talking about the pamphlet itself.  Have you ever noticed anything of interest about the paper?”

“I don’t know that I’ve ever considered it.” Kate replied thoughtfully.  “Why do you ask?”

“Last Season, the Queen asked me to help unmask her.” The younger Bridgerton confided.  “She eventually gave up, but I haven’t.  I believe the answer lies in her printer and I think I have identified him!  I spoke to an apprentice – “

“You went to a print shop?” Kate demanded, pulling them to a stop.  “By yourself?”

“I took a footman.” Eloise defended herself.

“That is incredibly dangerous, Eloise!” Kate scolded her.  “Not just to your reputation, but to your person!  You also put that poor footman in danger.  Did you even stop to think what would happen to him if something happened to you while you were in his care?  At bare minimum, he would lose his position.”

“But nothing happened!” she protested.  “I just spoke to an apprentice!”

“And what if someone had seen you speaking to a man unchaperoned, Eloise?  You would be ruined.”

“You speak with Anthony unchaperoned all the time.” The younger woman muttered petulantly.

“It is not the same and you know it.” Kate told her strictly.  “Anthony and I are in the same social sphere and he has made it well known that he intends to marry me.  This apprentice is nowhere near your status.  If something untoward were to be even suggested, it would ruin not just you, but potentially Francesca and Hyacinth.  You have lived a relatively sheltered life, Eloise, but I know even you know that your actions can have consequences beyond yourself!”

“Nothing happened!” Eloise exclaimed.

“And nothing can happen ever again.” Kate replied.  “You must promise me, Eloise.”

“Are you going to tell Anthony?”

Kate sighed and resisted the urge to rub her temples.

“Kate?”

She turned and saw Edwina looking at her, clearly annoyed.  She and Lumley had pulled quite far ahead in the time she and Eloise had been arguing and now stood waiting for them.

“Coming, Bon.” She called before turning back to Eloise.  “I won’t tell him if you swear to me, Eloise.  Swear you won’t go back into that shop.”

“Fine.” Eloise said shortly.  “I won’t go into the shop.”

“Thank you.” Kate sighed with relief, linking their arms once more and heading back towards Edwina.

“Everything alright?” she asked, annoyance clear in her voice.

“Everything is fine, Bon.  We just got caught up in conversation and did not realize how far we’d fallen behind.”

“Hmm.”

Edwina turned back to Lumley and they continued on.  Eloise refused to speak for the rest fo the trim and when they were all home again, Kate was grateful to be allowed to return to her dark room to lay down.

~.~

Kate’s nap was far too short as Daphne arrived after lunch for their trip to the modiste.  When Lady Danbury declared her intention to join them, Kate gave up any hope for a relaxing afternoon.

Madame Delacroix seemed quite pleased to have their custom and quickly had fabrics available for viewing and her books of designs laid out on the counter.  She, herself, stood nearby to answer questions as the ladies perused the selection.

“I believe we should stick to bold colors.” Daphne said.  “Your coloring allows for the richer colors and it will allow you to stand out amongst the pinks, yellows, and whites of the other debutantes.”

“Rich purples, like you already wear.” Danbury agreed.  “Perhaps some shades of orange.  No reds.  We don’t want to bring attention to your age.”

“You must have blue.” Daphne interjected.  “All Bridgertons wear blue.”

“A darker blue, though.” Lady Danbury added.  “It shows solidarity with your intended’s family, but that you are still separate for the moment.”

Kate allowed them to bicker back and forth about shades as she flipped through the book of designs.

“Miss?” Madame Delacroix held out her hand and Kate handed the book to her.  “I believe you may enjoy these designs.”

She flipped to the back of the book and revealed several new designs.  Kate ran her fingers over the drawings as she set it back on the counter.  They were still clearly of English and French design, but the style had a hint of the saris she had worn at home.  Something about the drape reminded her of the elegant court dresses of the Rani.

“They are beautiful, Madame.” Kate told her softly.

“And are perfect to remind everyone that, while you may move among the ton easily as one of them, you are not.” Danbury said, looking over her shoulder at the designs.  “And that that very fact is what drew Lord Bridgerton to you.  An Indian ruby amongst English diamonds, shining just as brightly and more colorfully.  I believe that it is time to stop shying away from who you really are, Miss Sharma.”

Kate nodded and Madame Delacroix smiled, noting her choice on a piece of paper.  They continued to pick fabrics they thought would suit her and soon she was being helped onto the platform to have her measurements taken and to get an idea of what her new gowns would look like.

“Is that Anthony?”

The three other women turned to look out the window Daphne was peering through and saw Lord Bridgerton, in all his finery, calmly reading the paper at a table at the café across the street.

“Your Grace, kindly go and find out why your brother is loitering outside a dress shop.” Lady Danbury ordered.

Daphne sprang up to do just that and they watched as she approached her brother, who calmly kept reading as she talked at him.

“I was so hoping to go at least one issue of Lady Whistledown without being mentioned.” Kate muttered.

“I believe that is the opposite of Lord Bridgerton’s goal.” Danbury replied.  “It helps his cause to discourage any other suitors.”

“As if I have any other suitors.” She scoffed.

“Not for lack of trying on their part.” The matron muttered, making Kate look at her sharply.

“What does that mean?”

“Never you mind.” Danbury replied as Daphne returned.  “Well?”

“I am to invite Miss Sharma to dinner.” She reported, shaking her head.  “Apparently he doesn’t want to intrude upon your hospitality, Lady Danbury, but I’m family, so it doesn’t matter.”

“I would never want to intrude.” Kate assured her, but Daphne just waived away her protest.

“I will suffer my brother’s company if you agree to dine with us.” She told her brightly.

Kate just shook her head fondly at the siblings’ antics.

“I shall inform your mother and sister of your plans.” Lady Danbury said.  “Madame, do you have what you need to begin on the dresses?”

“Oui, Madame Danbury.” The dressmaker replied, beginning to remove the pins.  “They should be ready for a fitting next week.”

“Excellent.”

Kate was quickly redressed and shortly walking out on Daphne’s arm.  Anthony looked up and quickly set aside his paper to stand and greet her.

“Miss Sharma what a pleasure to stumble across you here.” He said, grinning.  “And may I say, you look utterly beautiful today?”

Kate just glared at him.

“You are a menace, Lord Bridgerton.”

Anthony’s grin only got wider.

“Lovely to see you as well, your Grace.”

“You saw me half an hour ago when you promised you would leave if I agreed to invite Miss Sharma to dinner.”

“And did you?”

“I don’t know, did you leave?”

“Alright, dear siblings.” Kate interjected, laughing.  “Yes, I will be dinning at Hastings House tonight, my Lord.  Your sister was kind enough to ask me.  Now, will you permit your sister and me to continue on our day?  Or are we to have a peer of the realm as our shadow?”

“I have no idea what you mean, Miss Sharma.” Anthony replied happily.  “I will of course bid you a fine day and see you at dinner tonight.  Good day, your Grace, Miss Sharma.”

He strode off as Kate giggled and Daphne sighed.

“Happy Anthony is going to drive me to drink.” His sister muttered.  “Come, let’s get on with our shopping.  I still would like to stop by the book seller, and you need to go home to change.”

Kate let her lead her off, still laughing.

~.~

“Darling?”

Edwina looked up from her book to her mother in the doorway.

“The last of the gentlemen callers have left.” Mary told her.

“Lord Morrison?”

Mary just shook her head.  Edwina’s face turned stormy and she turned back to her book as Mary came to sit next to her.

“He said he would see you tomorrow.” Her mother pointed out.  “It’s not unreasonable to not see him every day.”

“And yet we are subjected to Lord Bridgerton’s presence morning, noon, and night.” Her daughter replied petulantly.

“The Viscount has been courting your sister for some time now, if unofficially.” Mary replied patiently. “He has had time to get to know Kate and to form an attachment.  You’ve barely met Lord Morrison.  You must give it time, darling.”

“But this was supposed to be my Season, mama.” She complained.  “I was named the Diamond!  Everything was perfect.  But now, all anyone wants to talk about is Kate and Lord Bridgerton.  And Kate didn’t even want a Season!”

“Your sister has fallen in love; certainly, you cannot begrudge her that.  Don’t you think she deserves to be happy?”

 “Of course I do!” Edwina replied.  “But must it be at the expense of mine?  Lord Bridgerton does not care that she doesn’t have a dowry, but the other men of the ton do.  And she hid the conditions of it from me!  She sold my choice out from under me!”

“She didn’t ‘sell your choice’.” Mary said, sighing.  “She did what she thought was best for this family, as she has always done, and now you have an option.  You do not have to take your grandparents dowry.  You will still be the Diamond and any man of the ton will be lucky to have you, dowry or not.  And when your sister is Viscountess, she will grant you even more opportunities.  So do not fret, my darling.  All will be well.”

She patted Edwina on the knee and rose to leave.  Edwina smile at her mother as she left, but inside, she was seething.

More opportunities when Kate was Viscountess? When Kate had the role she had been trained for practically from birth?  How many times had Kate, herself, told her that she was worthy of a prince?  And now an Earl wouldn’t even call on her while Kate bumbled her way into being a Viscountess!

It wasn’t fair!

More opportunities when Kate was a Viscountess.  She wouldn’t take her sister’s scraps, begging for her time as the Bridgertons pulled her further and further into their orbit.  Already, she spent more time with Daphne than she did her sister, valuing the opinion of a Duchess more than Edwina’s.  Soon she would have no time for her little Bon, too busy dining with Dukes and Princes to care that Edwina was alone.

Well, fine then.  If Kate wanted to be a Bridgerton so badly, let her.  Edwina would be a Morrison if it was the last thing she did and then she wouldn’t need anything from anyone.

Opportunities when Kate was a Viscountess.

Ha.

She’d make her own opportunities.

~.~

Anthony was waiting at the door of Hastings House when Kate arrived.

“Please tell me that you were not waiting at a window from me to arrive.” She said as she handed her cloak off to a footman.

“He absolutely was.” Simon informed her as he and Daphne joined them.  “It was quite pathetic.”

“I once saw you run to the door because you thought you heard a sound that might be a carriage carrying Daphne, who was not set to return for another whole day.” Anthony struck back.  “You have no room to talk.”

“And they help run the country.” Daphne commented as her husband and brother sniped back and forth.  “God help us all.”

Kate laughed as she took Anthony’s arm.  The Duke and Duchess kindly pretended not to see as he quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“How was your day?” he asked as they followed his sister and friend to the parlor.

“You probably know as well as I do.” She replied.  “You seem to have stalked me for half of it.”

“Just the trip to the modiste.” He said, not at all ashamed.  “I know nothing of the rest of your day.”

“I’m afraid I may have made Eloise angry with me.” She said with a sigh as they sat down.  “We had a disagreement about the…freedoms women can exhibit in society.  Between her and Edwina, I do not seem to be faring well with younger sisters at the moment.”

“I noticed Miss Edwina seemed out of sorts the other day.” Daphne said.  “Oh, she played her part to perfection, but there was a coldness between you that struck me as odd.”

Kate glanced at Anthony, who just shrugged.

“I revealed some information about her grandparents that I had been keeping from her.” She said with a sigh.  “They had agreed to settle a dowry on her as long as she marries a member of the English nobility.  She did not take it well and she blames me for keeping it from her.”

“Well, as far as I can tell, they’ve been falling all over themselves to impress her.” Daphne said.  “Surely she can find one among them she can love.”

“That is my hope.” Kate said with another sigh.

“And if she can’t, it’s not like Anthony wouldn’t give her a dowry.” Simon added.

“I couldn’t – “

“Of course, I would.”

Kate broke off, staring at him and making him shift uncomfortably.

“Well, you can’t imagine I would leave your mother and sister destitute, can you?” he asked.  “If Miss Edwina can’t find a husband to meet her grandparents’ standards, of course I will give her a dowry.  She’ll be my sister, after all.”

Kate couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Your Graces, if you wouldn’t mind looking the other way, I need to kiss your brother.”

Daphne laughed as Anthony smirked.

“I think we’ve played with fire enough, don’t you?” Simon replied dryly.

Kate met Anthony’s eyes and blushed, knowing he was thinking of their interlude in the woods that morning, just as she was.

“Quite right.” Anthony agreed, clearing his throat.  “Daph, are you planning on feeding us at any point?”

“You sound like Colin.”

“You take that back!”

His sister just ignored him, getting up to check on dinner.  Kate reached over and took Anthony’s hand, threading her fingers through his and not caring if Simon saw.

“I know you dislike the word, but your kindness is one of my favorite things about you.” She told him softly.  “Thank you for being willing to take care of my family.”

“They’ll be my family, too, Kathani.” He told her.  “You may have heard that we Bridgertons take care of our family.”

“I have heard.” She replied, smiling sweetly.

“Dinner is ready, your Lordship.” Daphne said snidely as she returned.

“Brilliant.” Anthony ignored her tone as he helped Kate to her feet.

Dinner was pleasant with just the four of them, filled with teasing and laughter.

“You must come with us to the opera tomorrow.” Daphne was telling them.  “It’s a production of Spontini’s La vestale.  I’ve heard the soprano, a Miss Garnier, is supposed to be tremendous.”

“I will have to check that I have been promised to no engagements, but I would love to attend.” Kate replied.  “I haven’t had the chance to attend an opera since we arrived.”

“I will be there, as I would never deny Miss Sharma any pleasure.”  Anthony said.

“We are well aware.” Daphne muttered.

Simon stifled a laugh as the other two glared at her.

“So, baring any complications, the opera tomorrow night.” He said before Anthony and Daphne could start arguing.  “Perhaps Lord Bridgerton will even be a useful member of society if he knows he will get to see Miss Sharma at the end of the day.”

“Why did I decide to open myself up to such abuse?” Anthony asked as the women laughed.

“Because you know the alternative was either mother or Lady Danbury if you wanted to see Kate.” Daphne replied.

“Oh, right.”

Kate just laughed, making him smile.

If he snuck a kiss at the end of the night, his sister and best friend were kind enough to not see it.

~.~

The next day passed with relative ease for Kate.  Lilies arrived with breakfast and she smiled at the note that simply read:

Only yours – A.

Edwina had left shortly after with Mary, leaving Kate alone with Lady Danbury. 

“We must plan what you are to wear tonight.” The matron announced, getting up from the table and expecting Kate to follow.  “This will be your first public outing with the Viscount.  You must look perfect.”

Kate dutifully followed her upstairs and prepared herself for a long afternoon as Lady Danbury summoned her ladies maid.  The older woman’s first order of business was Kate’s hair.

“You have been wearing your hair severely to make yourself appear older, I imagine, to make people take you seriously.” Danbury commented.  “And I understand why.  You were nominally the head of your family while your mother was…indisposed.  But that is no longer the case and you must appear young and desirable now.” She directed the maid to take Kate’s hair down.  “You are a beautiful young woman.  You are also intelligent, shrewd, and resourceful.  All of these qualities will make you an excellent Viscountess.  I am sure of it, and the ton will also realize it as long as you believe it.”

Kate watched as the maid pulled and twisted her hair until it was pulled away from her face but fell loose down her back in a waterfall of curls.

“You will also wear these tonight.”

Kate twisted in her seat and watched as Lady Danbury motioned to a servant, who was carrying a jewelry case.  She opened it to reveal a magnificent parure, consisting of a necklace, earrings, and tiara, all gold set with brilliant rubies.

“Your mama is English, and she has a beautiful English diamond for a daughter,” the matron told her, “but she also has a magnificent Indian ruby.  You are not English, and you must stop pretending to be, Kathani.  Your strength lies in being exactly who you are.  The ton will not respect you just because you can pass as one of them.  They will respect you because you make them respect you, and you do that by being true only to yourself.”

She took the tiara from its case and handed it to the ladies maid, directing her to place it on Kate’s head.

“I know you worry about your lack of dowry and your seeming lack of station,” she continued softly, “but all of that can be overlooked if you can make them all believe you belong.  You have royal blood running through your veins, Miss Sharma, even if you, yourself, are not royalty.  Your lineage stretches further back than most of the families of the ton.  Certainly, further back than your sister’s Sheffield blood.  You are just as worthy to stand next to Lord Bridgerton, no matter your financial or social status.  You are a daughter of Kings, my dear.  Act like it and the rest will follow.”

Kate took a deep breath, fighting back tears, and nodded.

“Good.” Danbury said, nodding as well.  “Now, as for your dress…”

~.~

“Oh my god, Eloise was right.  You do get nervous!”

Anthony glared at his sister, who was sitting across the carriage from him next to her husband.

“You do know all hope you had of impressing her is long gone, yes?” she continued gleefully.  “She’s seen you play Pall Mall.  You cannot un-ring that bell.”

“I cannot wait until I do not need a chaperone to sit in a carriage with Miss Sharma.” Anthony muttered.

“Believe me, brother dear, we all long for that day.”

It had been a long day, but he had made it through his meetings without going crazy, which he rather thought made him deserving of his sister’s silence, but the Duchess disagreed.  He had barely kept himself from abandoning all his duties and arriving at Lady Danbury’s hours before he was supposed to just so he could spend ten minutes with Kate.  He kept waiting for this…longing to be in her presence to abate but, if anything, his need was getting worse.  He had never felt like this before.  She was all he thought about, night and day.  When they were apart, he wondered what she was doing, and when they were together, he wanted to know every thought in her head. 

He had no idea how he was supposed to make it through the entire Season.

The carriage stopped and he immediately jumped out, ignoring his sister’s laughter.  As he climbed the stairs, the front doors opened, and Anthony stopped dead.

Kate stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in a golden gown that turned red when she moved and perfectly matched the rubies that adorned her.

“Well?” she asked after several minutes of shocked silence from Anthony.

“You cannot wear that.” He blurted out.  At her hurt look, he rushed to explain himself.  “You cannot expect me to sit next to you, looking like that, and believe I will be able to behave myself.  You are so beautiful, and I am just a man.  A saint could not do what you ask of me.  No, you cannot wear that for my sake.”

He weakly shook his head as she slowly approached, smiling a slow smile that had him seriously considering how quickly they could get to Gretna Green.

“You, Lord Bridgerton, will behave yourself because if I come home with even a hair out of place, Lady Danbury will have your head.” She said, stopping in front of him and smoothing the lapel of his jacket.  “Also, I have been longing to attend the opera since I arrived in England and I would like to enjoy it with minimal distractions.”

He caught her hand and pulled it up to press a kiss to it.

“The second reason is more compelling than the first.” He told her.  “But am I to understand some distraction will be permitted?”

Kate just smiled and threaded her arm through his, letting him lead her to the carriage.

“You look lovely, Miss Sharma.” Simon said as they set off.

“I absolutely adore that dress.” Daphne told her.  “I wish I could wear such fabrics.  White, pink, and blue do get boring after a while.”

The quartet continued to chat as they headed to the theater.  When they arrived, Simon exited first, helping Daphne out after him, but when Anthony exited, Kate hesitated.

“Miss Sharma?”

Kate took a deep breath and took Anthony’s hand, allowing him to help her out.  The moment she linked her arm with his, she felt the eyes of the assembled ton land on them.  She felt herself start to freeze, but Anthony squeezed her hand and she relaxed. 

All that mattered was them.

They followed Simon and Daphne inside, stopping here and there to greet friends and acquaintances.  Finally, they arrived at the Hastings’ private box and got settled.  They had been sitting there for only a few moments when the announcer stepped onto the stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to tonight’s performance of Gaspare Spontini’s La vestale.  I regret to inform you that our usual Julia, Miss Garnier, has taken ill and will be unable to perform.  The role will instead be played by Miss Sienna Russo.  We hope you enjoy the performance.”

Anthony felt detached from his body, like it was part of the scene in the opera that he was watching from a distance.  Surely, he had heard wrong.  This couldn’t be happening.  She couldn’t be here.

“Breathe, Anthony.”

The whispered words accompanied by the squeeze of her hand in his suddenly brought him back.  He glanced at Kate, but her eyes were turned to the stage.

“We can leave.” He whispered.  “We don’t have to stay.”

“Yes, we do.” She replied, finally turning to look at him.  “I have been reliably informed that future Viscountesses do not hide.  We will speak at intermission, but I came here to see an opera and I intend to do just that.”

She turned back to the stage as the curtain rose, but Anthony’s eyes stayed on her.  He was so focused on her, on seeing her obvious enjoyment of the spectacle on the stage, that he didn’t even realize Sienna had appeared for several minutes.  When he finally recognized her voice, it surprised him how little he felt.  He had been prepared for to feel the desire and need that had always accompanied the sound of her, but now…it was gone.  He turned to look at her and found that she was still beautiful, still talented, but the all-consuming need to have her, to be near her, was simply gone.  All he felt was concern that her presence would hurt the woman next to him, that he would be the cause of her pain once more.  That he could not bear.

He turned back to Kate and watched her pure enjoyment of the music as she sat next to him, her hand in his, and felt something in him settle.

He knew he had loved Sienna; he knew he had, but it was incomparable to what he felt for Kate.  He squeezed her hand was rewarded with a bright smile.  He settled back in his seat and watched Kate watch the opera, perfectly content.

The first act finished, and Anthony applauded politely before leaning around his sister to see Simon.

“Will you allow us a moment?”

His best friend nodded and Anthony took Kate’s hand, leading her into the connected private room.

“I’m sorry.” He told her.  “I wanted a pleasant night and now…” he trailed off.  “I cannot stand that you might be hurt by me again.”

“Again?” Kate repeated.  “I do not understand.”

“My reputation is the reason Miss Cowper said those things to you.” Anthony hung his head.  “I do not want to be the reason you are ever hurt.”

Kate took his face between her hands, making him look at her.

“You are not to blame for the venom Cressida Cowper spewed.” She told him softly.  “You have a past.  So do I.  None of that matters.  All that matters is the future, the one we choose together.”

Anthony was silent for a moment, studying her.

“She said I was lost.” Kate gave him a confused look.  “Sienna.  When we…parted ways.  She said I was lost, and she was right.  I was so lost, and I didn’t even know it, but I’m not now.  You found me.”

“And I always will.” She told him, smiling softly.  “Now, can I enjoy the rest of my opera?”

Anthony pulled her into his arms, holding her as she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest.

“Why am I not forcing you to marry again?”

The couple turned as Daphne and Simon entered the room.

“Because you’d rather help plan a wedding thoroughly instead of in a rush?” Anthony replied, releasing Kate.

“Oh, right.” Daphne pulled up her glove.  “I’m thirsty.  Kate?”

Kate just laughed, following the Duke and Duchess out, Anthony at her side.

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton Season 2 #Anthony Bridgerton #Kate Sharma #Kathani Sharma #Anthony x Kate #Kate x Anthony #Kathony #Best Laid Plans

[aristobun]

Bryan had been trying to convince the french defense lawyer to go out on a date with him since the two met during a trial for a very kind and loving elderly gentleman named Kris Kringle. She’d shot him down so many times since then he didn’t know which way was up half the time, but her walls were broken down until they crumbled to pieces after a heartfelt conversation with Kris who happened to know a thing or two about what Noelle truly felt deep down.

Kris had very delicately, yet impressively, opened her eyes to the possibility of joy and wonder at the beginning of a likely relationship with the man who was trying so desperately to woo her and attract her affections. Noelle had fought a hard battle up until now, but she had finally agreed on a small get together between the two of them; just one quiet evening having dinner at a beautiful restaurant downtown called Raoul’s, serving both French and American dishes alike.

‘ Mr. Bedford— ‘ she addresses him very formally, seating herself at the table opposite him while the waiter retrieves her coat and gloves. It was already starting to get a little nippy outside and a chill had swept her right down the street as she bustled along in a hurry to make it in time. Riding a cab was not one of her favourite past times, so she elected to walk from her apartment right to the restaurant and managed to earn a soft red hue to her nose and cheeks as a result.

‘ Please, call me Bryan, ‘ he informs her, smiling warmly and rising briefly as she takes a seat so as to appear proper and a gentleman. Given how much trouble his friend, Kris, had gone through just to make this evening happen, there wasn’t going to be anything he would do to mess it up as he had so longed for a little quality time with her. ‘ I trust your day went well, Noelle? ‘ he asks, to break the ice as much as to make sure she knew how very interested in her he was.

‘ It did, though I have had better days. Today was particularly unpleasant to start, but after a few downfalls here and there, I managed to right the situation, ‘ she states, picking up the menu from in front of her and browsing the many dishes they had available. ‘ And your own, Bryan? ‘ she is fascinated by him already, yet doing everything in her power to make it seem otherwise as a little bit of playing hard to get. Her mother taught her many years ago how it drove men crazy.

‘ Much the same, I suppose. I don’t think there’s been a rough day at work yet since the Kringle case, ‘ he says, looking up over the top of his own menu to find her already staring back at him and there, a smile dances across her lips and he opens her mouth to offer a response but does not quite manage to do so as the waiter returns to the table, notepad in hand with the tiniest and scruffiest little pencil she had ever seen, ready to scribble down their order.

‘ Oh, I’ll have the roast king salmon with artichoke confit, please.. and for the lady? ‘ Bryan asks, following the movement of the pencil’s scribbles for a moment before casting his gaze over the woman who was his date for the night, setting the menu back in its place ready to be taken away so they could await their meal.

‘ I’ll take the dover sole meuniere with green asparagus, please, thank you very much, ‘ she has a brighter smile now, showing teeth this time as her lips lift higher on her features in appreciation of the waiter and his efforts. ‘ Might I also request a glass of merlot, merci, ‘ she adds, before her date pipes up and asks if a bottle could be brought to the table so the two may share the chosen drinks for the evening he hoped would end very well.

‘ Exquisite taste, ‘ Bryan remarks, loosening his tie ever so slightly to allow himself a comfortable manner of eating his food when it arrived. ‘ I’m not sure I’ve tasted dover sole before, but I have seen it ordered many times before. I’m more of a play it safe guy myself, sticking to traditional in case I have some god-awful reaction to anything obscure to my palette, ‘ he chuckles.

‘ Oh, it’s absolutely beautiful fish, it has almost a sweet taste to it, but if it’s paired with flavoured butter it’s all the more divine— ‘ she shares, propping her chin atop her hand as an elbow rests casually on the table so she can give him her undivided attention in the meantime. ‘ Perhaps we can try each others dishes and see what we think, ‘ she suggests.

‘ Don’t mind if we do, ‘ he smiles, happy that the conversation is already flowing and the two are getting along swimmingly so far. Bryan had hoped it would go well, in spite of the fact that she’d tried so many times to stamp out his advances in the months leading up to this evening. For all it was worth, he couldn’t have hoped for it to go any finer than it was.

#drabble #save #noelle auclair #bryan bedford #yes i stole bryan from miracle on 34th street shh

[yhwhsdaughter]

Eunuch! Bum x Queen! Reader + King! Sangwoo

word count: 4.1k

tw: sangwoo, noncon, abuse of power, misogyny, murder, cheating, degradation, choking, cursing, minors dni

Ongoing…

[Chapter 2] , [Chapter 3]

Upon sliding the doors open, you were welcomed to blood spraying on your face. Droplets kissed your cheeks and if it was a calmer atmosphere, it would give the illusion of a blush. Reality, however, was much horrifying. Shocked by this, you stopped to assess the scene. Everyone was afraid to move a muscle as the king swung his sword, killing the chief state councilor with a stroke. As his body fell, more blood puddled at your feet, staining your slippers. Once the initial horror faded, you sprang forward, hugging Sangwoo’s midriff. “Your Majesty! Please stop this!” It was a brave or perhaps foolish action, interfering with your ruler. Words falling on deaf ears, he pushed you from him. The closest guard caught your form. Despite his absolute authority, killing nobles without reason, especially high ranking officers, was frowned on.

This is madness.

Your king was beauteous and cruel. A month into his ascension to the throne and he was already crumbling the ideals in which this nation was founded. Stray hairs hung around his chiseled face, tiny beads of sweat mixed with blood giving him a sadistic gleam as he grinned. Looking your way for a moment, he lazily waved at guards, “Take the Queen to her room.” Without a choice, the two of them gently nudged you from the scene. “Your Highness, please follow us.” Though their faces remained unmoving, their tone revealed their true feelings on the matter. Palm pressed against your mouth, you threw one last glance at the massacre before you. Blinking any lingering emotions, you walked away.

—

Pants filled the room as Sangwoo thrusted into you relentlessly. He was angry; even though he’d appointed new council members, he wasn’t sure he could trust them. In his mind, everyone was after his crown. You were angry as well, but for an entirely different reason.

You laid bare before your king, the fine robes that adorned your body pushed aside revealed your soft breasts; legs spread showed the path to your royal cunt. It disgusted you, thinking how many women had been in this bed, in your same position. Though the silk sheets were pristine, it could never truly wash away the sin. He grunted, “Stop overthinking. Just focus on—” he was close “—taking my seed, it’s all that matters.” Uncaring about your pleasure, Sangwoo bent you into an uncomfortable position, one that allowed his member to penetrate your walls at a deeper angle.

You allowed it.

The two of you, mostly you, were under incredible pressure to conceive. Not just a child, but a male heir. The fact that you hadn’t produced a son for the king was worrying to your mother. She wrote, often. It’s all she could talk about in her letters nowadays; there was fear in her that you would suffer as she did. Four miscarriages, three stillbirths, and then you. Highly superstitious, your mother believed that her misfortune was the price for the murder of the heirs by concubines in a fit of jealousy.

“Put a baby in me Sangwoo.”

You nearly begged, if only to end this. Making love wasn’t an option, nor your life a fairytale. No. King Sangwoo only fucked, and in the most inconvenient places too. You’ll never forget the embarrassment endured when you had tea with several noblewomen; your gracious king thought it would be appropriate to do it in a room adjacent to theirs. He bent you over a desk, throwing everything else off it, before sheathing himself inside of you. Emerging twenty minutes later, you couldn’t even look the ladies in the eyes. No one said anything, lest they lose their heads, but they knew.

Spurred by your words, Sangwoo thrusted faster and harder. “Fuuuck.” He stayed attached to you, like a dog, making sure your womb swallowed every last bit of his essence before pulling out. “Get pregnant.” Is all he said to you as he dressed again and exited the chambers. Out of breath and without a care, you laid there on the bed.

—

A life of servitude awaited YoonBum the second he was born. His poverty stricken parents sold him to be a household slave. Doomed to this fate, Bum tried his best to follow through and avoid punishments. Unfortunately, his master was a sadist and everyday, he received a beating.

After running errands, Bum stood in line to receive the bags of rice his master had ordered. It was the last thing on his list before readying to go home and continue working. Being close by, he couldn’t help but overhear several gentlemen talking, “Where is that damned village?!”

The village in question, it seems, was Bum’s hometown. Because it was a tiny place full of peasants and criminals, cartographers didn’t bother putting it on a map. Only those that came from there knew the area. Sangwoo caught him staring. Quickly glancing away, Bum only saw the man motioning to his companions from the corner of his eye. In a matter of seconds, he was facing the man. He was dressed in purple robes and a gat, symbolizing his status. “Do you know where this village is?”

Daring not to look him in the eye, Bum was slow to nod. He’d been out long enough; his master was probably marching towards the market to drag him home. “Show me.” As guessed, a heavy man came barreling in their direction. He was red in the face. “Bum!” Master Yoon screamed obscenities. Coming to a stop, he sneered at the men.

“We need your servant.”

Though the statement seemed like a request, Sangwoo’s tone made it clear that it was an order. The balding man huffed, ready to curse him out and refuse when Sangwoo showed his name tag. It was made of a cool stone, Oh Sangwoo engraved with the royal crest. The fact that was once red turned pale in realization. Meek before his ruler, Mister Yoon had no choice but to relent. “We’ll be taking him then.”

Bum felt his humanity slip away as he was given to another man so easily. With his head bowed down, he followed this strange new path forged by the man in purple robes.

—

The Heavens decided to smile on YoonBum when he saved the king’s life.

It was an accident, really. The guards felt no threat to the approaching figure in the form of a frail, old lady who was an assassin in disguise. YoonBum saw the knife before they did, jumping in front of Sangwoo.

Adrenaline in his system, Bum didn’t realize he was stabbed till he felt warmth seeping through his rags. Looking down, red spread around the area. It hurt. Badly. Bum’s legs felt like noodles; the little energy he had left his body as he collapsed onto the dirt. Even breathing was painful. His intervention set things in motion. One of the bodyguards chased down the assassin, two stood by Sangwoo and another leant down to help him. He must’ve asked something important but Bum couldn’t hear him clearly. It’s like he was submerged underwater. The last thing he saw before his vision turned black, was Sangwoo staring at him with interest.

He woke up in the nicest room he’s ever been.

The king didn’t visit him personally but he was sent a letter. Red overtook his face as he was forced to admit he didn’t know how to read. The servant relayed the contents, stating that when he was recovered, he would serve the king closely. From someone of his birth, it was the best he could get. YoonBum suddenly felt immensely grateful; he would no longer sleep in a shed with the pigs but a real mat! The pain on his side reminded him of the price he’d paid for this position, but he was used to being hurt. At least now it served to help him.

As the moment of glee passed, Bum realized he didn’t quite know the etiquette of serving the king. Joy left his body as he wondered how he would figure it out.

Like him, Sangwoo was plagued by this constant state of unhappiness. After the attempt on his life, he would think his subjects would be glad to see him breathing but instead he got murmurs of concern. What if he’d died? Who would’ve taken the throne since there was no heir? It would’ve thrown the palace into chaos.

Their silent pleas did not go unheard. “Maybe I should have them killed. Them and their entire families—” he paused when he saw you in the gardens, smiling at one of your ladies. His heart twisted. Sangwoo couldn’t explain it, but he always got the urge to inflict pain on you. He could say it stemmed from a place of resentment. How hard was it to get pregnant? If you gave him a son, he wouldn’t be pestered by these old fucks. Not to mention, your face contorting in distress was intoxicating—not even the concubines could compete with that.

Beneath his robes, his cock twitched with excitement. Oh, how he was going to enjoy this. Approaching your unsuspecting figure, he threw a dazzling smile to your courtesans. Sangwoo knew how to use his assets advantageously. Despite the suffering he caused, people were rendered speechless by his charm and good-looks.

He was like a snake, slithering towards his prey, waiting to attack. You did not hear him coming till you saw your ladies-in-waiting bowing. Greeting him appropriately, you expressed your relief. “Your Highness, I am glad to see you unharmed.”

It’d been a while since you last saw him; when he arrived, the rumour about the assassin spread like wildfire. “My Queen, you are truly a vision. These flowers have nothing on your beauty. You are proof that absence makes the heart grow fonder.” His honeyed words felt like prodding the bees’ nest. If you weren’t careful, you would be stung.

The only times he was this affectionate was when he wanted something. He played the same lovestruck role with your father to convince him of marrying you. Sending your ladies off, Sangwoo dropped his smile. His expression was replaced with desperation. Pulling on your wrist, the two of you traversed to your quarters since they were closer. “Ah!” Thrown harshly onto the bed, you hardly had time to compose yourself before he was mounting you. “Let’s put your cursed womb to good use.” A gasp escaped your lips as he entered you without warning. Your hands formed to fists, grabbing onto the sheets for dear life. It hurts, it hurts!

“Your Majesty! Please— aaah! Be more gentle..!”

Without seeing his face, you could already picture his cruel smirk. “You were born a disappointment. The least you could do is serve your purpose as my wife and bear me an heir.” His words angered you. Managing to twist away, you tried to escape his iron grip. This only resulted in you being pushed onto your back. Sangwoo pried your legs open and realigned himself.

Slap!

Sangwoo’s eyes widened with disbelief. The stinging in his cheek somehow made his pulse beat faster. Hands wrapping around your throat, he squeezed. “You should treat your king with more reverence. It would be a shame if the nation lost its queen. Especially one who can be easily replaced.” Having been the youngest war general, Sangwoo had strength to spare. Your hands seemed small as they banged on his form, silently begging to release you.

Having your life in his hands gave him the edge he needed to cum. With a low moan, Sangwoo emptied himself inside you. In turn, you couldn’t even focus on anything else other than breathing, choking as you gasped for air that you’d previously been deprived of. Knowing that he was capable of committing the worst, death seemed better than staying by his side.

“Perhaps I am not the problem, Your Majesty.”

Your voice was raspy but it rang clear across his majesty’s mind. Your words struck deep, like a knife embedded in his brain. It created a wound that would eventually fester. “Shut up.”

As if to disprove your point, he visited every concubine, not leaving until none of them were left untouched. He needed a son, one way or another, and if you wouldn’t give it to him, he would seek it elsewhere.

—

YoonBum was mostly healed; if anything, it appeared he’d been forgotten after a week of rest. The medic was currently tending to his wound, “It's healing nicely. A few more days and you should be out of here.”

The two of them turned at the sound of the door sliding open, immediately bowing at Her Highness’ entrance.

“Your Majesty, how can I be of use?” It was a bit surprising to see you there; your medical checkup wasn’t till another month. He wondered if you were feeling ill. Fabric wrapped around your neck; the weather was tepid, even inside the palace. That’s when he noticed the purple marks that peeked from under the material. Aware of his pointed stare, you moved the scarf upwards to conceal it. “I need you to acquire these medicinal herbs for me.” Taking the list, he read it carefully. How odd. Before he could ask what they were for, you added, “Your discretion would be appreciated.”

“Of course.”

Bum sat there silently, head facing the floor when you acknowledged him. “Are you the man that saved my husband?” Snapping upwards, he sputtered before letting out a quick “Yes!” Finally having a chance to gaze at your face, Bum felt himself turning red. Dressed in the finest silks from head to toe, standing with an air of regalness, was you. Unlike the king, there was warmth in you. Being in the presence of such a being felt unreal.

At first glance, the young man seemed no different than the other servants. However, his pink cheeks reminded you of innocence that one so rarely saw in the palace, which was filled with betrayal and resentment. His disposition was kind of endearing. You hoped he would remain like this, untainted by the world. “Then I must thank you.”

At your words, Bum’s figure lowered, forehead touching the wood. “Y-your Highness is too kind!” This position caused him a stab of discomfort, applying pressure to his wound yet he refused to straighten up. Noticing, you motioned at him, “Don’t force yourself.”

With that brief interaction, you were gone.

Entering your chambers, you signaled for the maid. Unwrapping the silk bandages, you stared at the mirror. Your husband’s marks served as a reminder of who held the power in this union. The young woman kneeled before you, taking a round brush and rolling it in powder. Although her ministrations were gentle, you couldn’t help but hiss when it applied pressure to your tender skin. “Forgive this servant, Your Majesty!”

“Don’t mind it. Continue.”

—

The king was anxious.

It was one thing for you to not get pregnant, but he’d been keeping busy and there was still no news of concubines with child. Reminded and bothered by your words, he summoned the royal physician. Sangwoo believed he wasn’t the problem, he just needed confirmation. What did you know? He wanted an expert to say that he was fulfilling his duties as king and it was everybody else that lacked.

“I’m sorry to say this, Your Highness.. but you’re infertile.”

With great effort, Sangwoo stopped himself from strangulating the doctor. It was impossible. A frown etched itself in Sangwoo’s face, his handsome features twisting into something scary. “You’re wrong.” It didn’t make sense; as a healthy male in his prime, Sangwoo shouldn’t have a problem fathering as many children as he could. There were several causes that may have caused his infertility, especially since he was a war general but the fact remained that he could not produce children.

Only an heir of royal blood could be king.

He forced the poor man to do every test available to ensure this. The result was the same. Again. And again. “You must not be doing your job right.” As the guards dragged the pleading man, a piece of paper fell from the medics’ robes during the struggle. Picking it up, Sangwoo recognized your handwriting.

“What’s this?”

There was temporary relief in the man’s face as Sangwoo stopped in front of him. “That.. the Queen requested a few me-medicinal herbs.” It didn’t sit right with Sangwoo. Why on earth would you need this shit? The physician seemed hesitant to answer his question. A rough push finally ushered him to say, “Alone these herbs are fine, but mixed..”

As requested, the herbs were delivered to you by the doctor’s assistant. The timing was perfect too. “Why didn’t your master deliver these himself?” Nervous, the boy stuttered a few excuses before asking for permission to leave. That should’ve raised flags in your head but you wanted the plan to work. You needed it to work.

The king had finally taken time out of his busy schedule to visit you, and not just to copulate. He was kind enough to accept your invitation to have a picnic at the pavilion. It was surrounded by a grand lake and vividly green trees; a true landscape.

Sangwoo arrived with a familiar man at his side. You realized you never asked for his name, though that was easily fixed when Sangwoo made a vague motion towards him. “That’s Bum.” He was dressed in green and Sangwoo in red. In comparison to their bright colors, you wore a soft pastel pink, denoting your sophisticated features.

Sitting down, you signaled the servant to begin pouring the soup. Sangwoo raised a brow, curious, “You’re not going to eat?” Listening to your response, a smile appeared on his face. “I wanted to make a special meal for Your Highness, from the bottom of my heart.” It was unnerving, the way he looked at you. Still, you never lost composure, waiting patiently for him. That is, until he asked Bum to lean down and try it. Obedient, the male did so without question. Eyes widening, you managed to stop Bum from tasting. Your hand held onto his wrist tightly—the spoon hovering centimeters from his lips. A few droplets spilled onto the wooden table. Sangwoo tilted his head to the side, innocent expression in tow. “Something wrong?”

Everything is wrong!

Sangwoo knew. You didn’t know how, but of this, you were sure. Fear is what he wanted and you weren’t going to give it to him. “This meat in this broth was especially prepared for His Royal Highness. It shouldn’t go to waste on someone else.” The tip of Bum’s ears burned from embarrassment. He was under the impression you were a benevolent queen; instead, he was reminded of his lowly status. Of course he couldn’t eat the expensive meat, a peasant like him wouldn’t know how to appreciate the flavor. The hurt on his face was evident but he turned to the king, awaiting further instructions. Sangwoo wasn’t fazed, “Don’t be silly.”

Taking the spoon, Sangwoo offered it to you.

You stared at it, unmoving. Sangwoo poked your lips, “Who else but the Queen would be worthy to try such delicacy?” He was baiting you, daring you to deny or confess. Neither was an option. Grabbing the spoon from him, you slowly opened your mouth and dropped the contents inside. Sangwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly but he said nothing. “Swallow.” Damn him to hell. Before you could do such a thing, a guard interrupted. Apparently there were news concerning Yang Seungbae, a traitor to the crown; he was spotted near a town on the outskirts of the forest.

Sangwoo hated him. More than anyone. That bastard was working hard to rally forces that would conspire against him. While things were peaceful at court, Sangwoo had felt a shift ever since the assassination attempt. His eye twitched in annoyance, though you weren’t entirely positive if it was because of Seungbae or the fact that he’d been interrupted. Sitting completely still, you watched as Sangwoo whispered to Bum before leaving. As soon as he was gone, you grabbed a handkerchief and spit out the soup. This action worries a few servants but you waved them off. “It’s cold.” They couldn’t understand as you ordered them to throw it, seeing as it was perfectly edible. Such a waste, disposing of such good meat.

Bum followed you like a lost puppy. The first night Sangwoo bedded him, YoonBum experienced true love. It wasn’t gentle; the king’s touch harbored no hatred but passion. Bum had never felt like that. It made him feel special; the ruler of the country placed his lips and strong hands on his skinny body. He had a queen, concubines, and still, he went to him. Elated couldn’t begin to describe how Bum felt. His feelings for his king were all-consuming. Since then, he’d made a promise to follow every order Sangwoo asked of him. Bum didn’t have anything against you, truly, but his loyalty laid with his king.

On their way back, they encountered Imperial Concubine Min Jieun. The crowd following her greeted you respectfully, and while she did so too, there was a triumphant smirk on her face. Nodding in acknowledgment, you continued walking, enjoying nature. The sun warmed your skin, making you forget about any worries, if only for a moment. Once the group was out of earshot, you glanced at your companion. “What was that about?” It was no secret how spoiled Min Jieun was; she was a woman of noble birth, groomed to perfection. That’s the facade she chose to wear instead of the power hungry bitch she was. Envy burned in every particle of her body. She wanted you out of the picture—she wanted to be queen and mother of Sangwoo’s children. Still, your position commanded respect. Your lady leaned in, whispering, “There’s rumors that she’s with child.”

“Oh.”

Bum watched your composed reaction with intrigue. He could understand if you held a grudge towards her. He did. You would always be first to the king, so he had to accept that. Bum knew it was the way things ran. However, he couldn’t say the same for the other concubines. They had the chance to bear Sangwoo’s child. Bum only wished he could do so too. Alas, this resentment made him feel guilty because the concubines were amicable women—well, except Min Jieun. He didn’t realize that they were shackled to this restrictive lifestyle; that they had no choice but to make the best of the situation.

“Is there something you want to say?”

Almost jumping at the sudden sound of your voice, Bum gazed around to see who you were talking to. Finding your clear eyes on him, he realized you’d seen through him. “Uh.. n-no, Your Majesty..”

“Say it.”

“How.. how does Your Majesty handle it?”

Though the question itself was vague, you got the gist. “Queens are expected to rise above such earthly emotions.” You had a solemn expression and the grip around your fan tightened, “Jealousy is futile.”

Nodding, Bum felt like he’d swallowed vinegar. This revelation left him in deep thought. Perhaps that was the difference between royals and peasants; possessiveness was quick to overtake him while you had to live with the knowledge that your husband would seek the company of others.

Hm, maybe he was right not to envy you.

—

“The Queen has fallen ill.”

It was so sudden; you were so healthy one day and the next, chills racked your body, fever uncontrollable. The court tried to be positive on the matter but it wasn’t looking good. Sangwoo was advised to refrain from visiting you—if he got sick too, it would affect the entire nation. “I will see my wife as I see fit.”

“Open the door and step aside.”

He was like an angel of death, entering with eerie calmness. Even through the soft curtains he could see your weakened form. You looked thinner, unable to eat. The physicians tried to get you to consume anything but it was just regurgitated in minutes.

The bed dipped under his weight as he sat next to you.

“Did you eat something bad?” He caressed your face, pushing hairs away that stuck due to the sweat. Fingers tightening on the blankets, you managed to open your mouth. “Congratulations.” Lips pale and cracked, you smiled sardonically. Sangwoo wasn’t expecting that reaction. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve heard news that Concubine Jieun is pregnant.”

A dark look crossed his face. “Is that so?” He stood, “Perhaps I should pay her a visit.” Though his tone was mocking, there was something bothering Sangwoo. Fortunately for the king, you were too woozy to think straight. Leaning down, Sangwoo placed a hand behind your neck, lifting you just a bit, enough to kiss your lips.

“Don’t die.”

#oh sangwoo #sangwoo x yoonbum #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo #yoonbum x you #yoonbum x y/n #yoonbum x reader #killing stalking yoonbum #killing stalking #ks yoonbum #ks sangwoo #yang seungbae #king x reader

[kkusuka]

Have I told you I hate weak y/n’s that get pushed around by fangirls? No? Well, I hate them 😊

Let’s have Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima react to their normally calm gf, beat the dog shit out of a fangirl that tried to intimidate her for dating said men above. Reader just has a soft smile before cocking her fist back and boxing her shit before holding up the fangirl and looking to the rest like “You wanna end up like her? No? Then know your place~ ☺️”. Then she faces her bf with a sweet smile and says something affectionate like “I brought you lunch, dear. I made it just how you like it 😄” before kissing his cheek like she didn’t go Muhammad Ali on a bitch

<3

Oikawa Tooru<3

Oikawa’s had more than a few less than pleasant experiences with women

Considering he’s always been surrounded by them, from his sister's friends in middle school and being swarmed by them in High school and college- having women around him was nothing new

And for the most part, they were all pleasant

Giving him little gifts and food- that he always gave to you- and just telling him how much they loved watching him play

All things he can deal with before talking to his favorite girl, you

Though, there have been instances of some bold woman who just never get the hint

Whether it be drunkenness or some weird dream of having Oikawa to herself or just blatant disregard of his relationship

And right now just happens to be one of those times- but now you got a firsthand view of the madness.

Whoever this was clearly didn't understand relationships or personal space for that matter

She had a hand on his chest and was just blubbering about how she would be the best wife for him and would make life so much easier- much more than you do for him- and that was just what you saw from the ten seconds you were in earshot

He would normally laugh it offend continue seeking out autographs but he seemed to be locked in an iron maiden

“I promise! Forget about your girlfriend, she’s useless anyways!” and finally a perfect chance to make yourself known

“Tooru, I have your lun-” you attempted to grab him away, him shooting a pleading look to save him before your wrist was snatched from his arm and tugged away and shoved to the side then pushing your body away from the two

“Back off bitch!”

Now,  you were normally a pretty calm person, you knew how to deal with the women and you have been for years.

But you stand by the fact that it was never ok to put your hands on someone- no matter the situation.

But at that moment, you could care less about your silly reparations and breathing methods, that lady put a hand on you and pushed you

You could hear Tooru telling her to keep her hands off you but you just looked around and made sure that everyone saw what had happened, you don't need to be arrested anytime soon

Grabber her arm you detached her from your boyfriends and in the next second your fist was connecting with her face, watching her wither on the floor you turn to your boyfriend who’s now coming towards you

“As I was saying, I have your lunch.”

Atsumu Miya<3

Another guy who’s constantly surrounded by women

Although he is far less appreciative and nice to them, and he makes it a point to be abundantly clear that you are the only woman he will spend the rest of his life with

Something that wasn't too popular with a few specific fans

Every blue moon someone will find his phone number and blow it up with loving messages or try and get his address

The worst it’s been was someone finding his apartment number and thankfully being too far away to come by themselves but they did send some inappropriate images to his PO box and that led him to create an even thinker line between fans and himself

Thankful, the whole of them understood and respected his boundaries

Buuuuut there are always people who go the extra step

Like whoever this is crowding your boyfriend after a win against the Alders with a giant poster of him and a …. Thong

If you were the slightest more stoic you would have held in the laugh that started it all but it seems crazy is crazy no matter how you provoke them

That lady heard you laugh and the flood gates opened, in a split second her hand was on your cheek then she was on the floor holding what you could hope was a broken jaw

You didn't even realize you punched her until a shooting pain went up your wrist

Though before you had a chance to return to your lovely boyfriend, who was standing in the same spot shell shocked (and slightly turned on)  hand grabbed your ankle the flung you to the ground

It was, for lack of a better term, a catfight

She was hitting you and you were hitting her and she was screaming random shit about how awful you were to her precious Atsumu- seriously this lady was insane

Nevertheless, security arrived, and let’s just say that you were in much better condition than she was, who knew you could fight so well?

Though you weren't allowed to come to the next game and had to apologize to the heads of the Volleyball association, Tsumu was proud of you and the internet was on your side- so it was kind of a win-win

Akaashi Keiji<3

He surprisingly doesn't have a swarm of fangirls around him

But it’s much much worse, you’d rather have a mob of girls around him than the four specific psychos that never leave the poor guy alone

Everywhere in school at least one of them is watching the two of you, in class, at lunch- no matter where you try and eat- you swear you even saw one at the boba show you pass on your walk home with him

The worst part?

He thinks it’s funny.

It is hilarious to him that you try so hard to keep them away full knowing he would never leave you for the likes of them. It’s just too cute how you puff up your cheeks and huff about them and honestly, it's a breath of fresh air considering how much everyone kisses up to him

Well- he likes it when they are at a distance

On the off chance they get close to him, it's a different story. They truly are intolerable, and they away try bad-mouthing you to him like it was supposed to mean something that they don't like you

And they only ever do it when you’re away- cowards they truly are. And since they’re always watching, as soon as you left to buy the two of you lunch, one of them was on him in an instant

She was annoying and all she could say was ho you were a ‘poison’ in his life and he had to leave you as soon as possible

He didn't even realize you were there until a hand grabbed the back of her uniform and flung her off him. And from the looks of it, falling on the ground really hurt

“I’m a poison? That’s all you could come up with?”

You didn't even have to say another word, she was already out of sight

Not missing a beat, you handed him his lunch and started talking about the latest episode of the volleyball anime you loved.

Semi Eita<3

First off- a total power couple

Not only are you willing to beat a bitch, but he’s also ready to hype you up while you do it

It’s not confirmed you have, but there are rumors that you fought more than a few girls who were less than pleasant. And it’s not like you do anything for rumor control, you just laugh and turn the other way

Still, even with the rumor mill running rampant, some girls still try and shoot their shot

But this girl has to be the boldest woman on planet earth

Not only was she flirting with an openly taken man, but she was flirting with him as he held his arm around your waist. She even looked at you as she spoke to him, the audacity of people these days

“You like music? That’s crazy, I do too!” you wanted her to shut the fuck up as soon as possible.

What pissed you off more was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting it happen to spite you.

What happened after this you blame solely on the alcohol the party was providing and not on the fact you wanted to clock this girl the moment you saw her

It was just that suddenly your drink was in her face

Then her drink was in her face, and she was running to the bathroom, maybe she should listen to rumors more often because you don't think strawberry daiquiri will come out of a white crop too so easily

Terushima Yuji<3

He’s an ass

But he’s your ass, somehow

He’s a manwhore and an attention-whore, mix that should have been shot before it could grow into something more

By now you're used to the girls slipping him their numbers and hitting him up on every social media site possible and you remain happy to say he doesn't respond- probably too busy dicking you down to care about any of them

Plus, less than 1%  of them actually approach them in public, and they just happen to be the most insufferable people on the planet.

Desperation doesn't even describe it

Of that 1%, at least half of them try to touch him, running a hand on his arm, tugging at his clothes, maybe even a strand of his hair, all you can deal with because he knows what’ll happen if he even entertains their advances

But for some reason, the only thing that sets you off is when they mention the tongue piercing.

It invokes a rage unknown within you, the second the metal ball’s mentioned you see red. And he fucking loves it, you could be three prefectures over and the second the girl mentions it, you magically appear at his side like you’d been there the whole time

All of a sudden you’re all over him, disregarding this girls words as she tries to bring the conversation back to her, going as far as grabbing your shoulder, and since she touched you first- you had the green light

Your arm pulled back and your fist connected to her cheek

And like nothing ever happened you turned back to the blond

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa smut #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu smut #akaashi x reader #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi smut #semi eita x reader #semi eita #semi x reader #semi smut #terushima yuji x reader #terushima x reader #terushima smut #terushima yuuji #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader

[thefanbasewhore]

OUR GIRL.

Summary || Mob leaders Steve and Bucky are closer then what people think and they don't like when people stare at their girl, especially a meeting in their own home.

Warning/content || Bucky and Steve, poly relationship, fluff, implied smut, mob au, mafia au

Paring || Bucky x reader x Steve

It's always assumed to be rumors.

That Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, the men who own the most notorious and gruesome mafia are in fact more then just business partners. Just the thought alone of two powerful, equally dangerous men, would never work. Too strong willed and determined, one always wanting more power, asserting dominance but that wasn't the case.

Steve and Bucky had loved each other since they were kids - best friends since birth, Steve's father took care of the business, pretty much owned the whole state of New York City and even currently after his death, Steve has managed to keep it that way. And just like his father, a Barnes being his right hand man, but it was much more then that.

Then they met you, a sweet girl, filled with laugher and happiness, something they have been desperately been needing in their life. Where they work too long, you're there to remind them they're human, to eat, to sleep. When they're enraged, about to act of feelings, you're there to remind them it's only temporary, it will pass.

Business is good as ever but now instead of the drug trade, stealing and laundrying, they have decided to start a business - the goal to be one hundred percent legitimate by two years but of course some things always get in the way.

Like the fact no one can seem to do their job and their employees always seem to have sticky fingers. A huge financial loss, one that can set their planalmost a whole year behind.

Bucky sits up straight, shoulder to shoulder with Steve as he flips the data sheet over with equally displeased scowls. Bucky's the first one to look up, steel blue eyes darkening as long table of men nearly shake. "How did this happen? When we hired all fifteen of you, it was to make sure we don't loose any fucking money."

"Sorry sir, we just assumed -."

"Shut up." Steve huffs as he brings his hand up to rub his beard, leaning into the table with an elbow. "You're going to get that money back or else, I'm not paying with you fucking idiots no more. It's my money, you lost it, you go find it."

A calloused but soft hand reaches into Steve's light hair, he lets out an a hum of acknowledgment and leans into Bucky's touch. The men around them freeze but they don't seem to care; agreeing to not hide it anymore.

Bucky's concerned eyes leave the sight of his boyfriend but narrows at the wide eyed men. "Is there a problem?"

"N-No, not at all sir."

"Good." Steve claps his hands, "Tell us exactly what happened last night, not one detail left out."

Meanwhile the sun shins brightly through the slits of white curtains, adorming and glistening from the lotion on your skin. The white searing light makes you wince, claiming it's too bright, unknown that no one is listening.

"Steve, stop opening the curtains, close them!" He's always the first one up, opens all the curtains in hopes that you and Bucky will take up; you never do. There's no answer, squeezing your eyes in annoyance as you reach over to tap Bucky, he'd close them even though he wasn't much of a morning person like yourself.

"Buck -." But no one is there, the bed incredibly cold, depsite the size of the bed, it feels so small without them.

You hiss at the contact between the cold, morning floor and your feet through the bedroom and into the hall, where you found yourself jumping from area to area rug in the ridiculously long hall way.

Decending the stairs and heading right towards the direction of their home office, it had to be something work related to pull your boys away, if they left they would have woken you up to tell you.

The moment you open the large, double doors you're greeted with seventeen pairs of eyes, two pairs being got of your boyfriend's. Clearly displeased with the intrusion.

To start, they try to keep you away from the business as much a possible, sparing any details and keeping it short. You're aware of who b they are, what they do but they're trying to change.

You're completely oblivious to the fact that you stand just and only a thin white shirt, no doubt Bucky's from the night before and a very small pair of cheeky black underwear, which showed through the translucent white.

“Pretty girl, go back up stairs ya?” Steve bites his inner cheek. The crowd does a double take, eyes widening as they realize his words - were you his too?

"We'll be up in twenty minutes, keep the bed warm. Put some pants on." Bucky's words confirm it - you're both of theirs.

In an instant your cheeks are on fire, flushing at the realization you're pretty much naked. Frozen in embarrassment.

Bucky and Steve's eyes along the crowd of men, daring any of them too look again but no one has a death wish today.

“I was hungry, I’m sorry I didn’t know you had a meeting, was wondering where you went." Bucky reaches over, pressing his lips into your hand, mumbling against it. "Wait it the kitchen for us - won't be long and put some freaking pants on."

The moment you leave, Steve clears his throat. "Get me my money back, I don't care what you have to do. And bring that jerk-off to me, teach him something about stealing money."

"Are we understood?" Bucky adds. "Now go, we have other business to attend to."

**

You don't miss the way the men tip their hats to you, respectfully and not for too long as the exit the house. A gentle hand cups your hip, chest pressing against your back to sandwich you between them and the counter top. Steve's lips find your cheek, trail to your ear. "Hi honey."

Cheeks blazing hot as Bucky's gaze catches your attention, a sly smirk that makes you pout. "You know, next time a warning or a note would be nice."

"Was," Steve's lips press against your temple, "No," now to your hair, "Time."

"Okay sweetheart," Buck huffs, "Quit hogging her up, cmere, give me my morning kiss doll."

A smile curls at the ends of your lips, legs still naked despite his warnings but trail over to kiss him. With one small kiss his other hand reaches out for his other lover, "Steve - sweetheart, come here. Wanna kiss babe."

Bucky pulls you into lap with a lady grin, hands falling to cup your rear. "Next time, put some pants on."

"I dunno, maybe." You tease him, sticking your tongue out only for him to tap his finger against it.

"Brat."

"Mmm, never have to wear pants around me." Steve comments finally joining the two of you with a teasing smirk. "Like ever, ever again."

#mob stucky #mob bucky #mob steve #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers

[bimrsadler]

Can we pretty pretty PRETTY please have Arthur for 36 on the prompt list??? TY!! I love your stuff!

A GIF of mr after reading your work

Prompt: You’re Mine

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Warnings/tags: nsft, explicit smut, dirty talk, language, mild exhibitionism, slightly possessive Arthur

Word Count: 1,159

A/N: Thank you for the compliment, I love your stuff too! I tried to make this high honor Arthur but a little spicier than usual lol, slightly rough but with a little fluff too. Once again I’m unable to contain myself to a just a drabble. 🙈

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You hadn’t yet experienced an Arthur quite this insatiable before. Pressed against the wall of the hotel hallway, you weren't even to your room before he was all over you.

You stifled a moan at the gentle bite he gave to your neck, squirming under him. “What’s got you all hot n bothered tonight?”

“You always got me hot n bothered beautiful.” You felt his large hand wrap around the back of your neck while his other traveled up your dress and over your bare thigh.

“Yeah but…this is different Arthur,” you replied with bated breath.

He slowed his rutting but kept his lips on your neck as he spoke, “honestly? Seeing them men you was robbin’ touching ya like that? I hated it.” He moved to face you, looking down into your soft eyes as he tenderly dragged his knuckles along your cheek. “I know yer flirtin’ was just to reel ’em in but…they didn’t know that. And when they touched yer waist and everywhere else…”

Arthur had never been a jealous or possessive man with you, he knew you were loyal and trusted you to make your own decisions. He did suffer however, from a list of insecurities. You had no problem reassuring him he was good enough, or better than. Besides, you could think of worse ways for him to cope.

He gave a softer and less hurried kiss than the previous ones. “I just need to know I got ya here with me…”

It never ceased to amaze you how seamlessly Arthur could go from rough to tender, or even be both simultaneously. “ I’m here baby,” You returned his kiss and slowly slid your hand down his chest and into the front of his belt. “I ain’t fond of pretending to like those bastards but I am fond of robbin’ em. Besides, they can barely string sentences together, they wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasin’ a lady.” You ran your hand over the hard member pressing desperately against his jeans, “not like you can…”

Arthur’s demeanor became lustful again, a more confident gaze in his bright eyes. With a smirk he removed your hand and pinned your arms to the wall above your head. He stood with his chest touching yours, thigh pressed to your heat, staring down at you. His deep voice rumbled above you, “you’re mine.”

You let out an involuntary whimper and rubbed against his muscular thigh, searching for friction to relieve your ache.

“Ah ah ah,” he chided as he pulled back his leg to kick yours open, denying your touch. “Say it first.”

You moved your hips at the air, “I’m yours Arthur, I’m yours!”

A crooked smile on his face, he grabbed both of your wrists with one powerful hand and slipped the other into your undergarments, “good girl…”

You stifled a cry as he finally gave you the touch you needed, his fingers alternating between delicately moving on your clit and motioning inside of you. As much as you enjoyed it, you were still in a precarious location. Panting and biting your lip, you whispered, “someone could see us like this baby…”

“Let em see. Then they’ll know who you spread them legs for,” he stated sternly before stepping back to admire the mess he turned you into, “besides I bet you’d like that…wouldn’t you?”

The lewd sound of Arthur’s hand exploring your wetness and your hushed moans emitted through the hallway, clinking glasses and muffled voices coming from the floor below. Luckily it was a slow night, but still - as you were afraid of, the sound of boots came thudding up the stairs. Hurriedly you pushed your dress down and Arthur removed his fingers from you as you did your best to look inconspicuous.

Arthur looked you in the eye as he licked the slick off his fingers one by one, slow and filthy. The two men came into view while he finished sucking the last of you off of him. “Evenin’ gentlemen,” he said as casually as ever. They simply nodded and headed out onto the balcony.

After the shock wore off you teased, “Jesus…should I start flirtin’ with other men more often?”

Arthur chuckled darkly, “well I wouldn’t go that far…” he took a step toward you, “I would get yer ass in that bedroom though.”

Behind closed doors the two of you were free to remove your clothing as quickly as possible. You landed a playful push to Arthur’s chest for him to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet still planted firmly on the floor. Wanting to really drive home the point that you were indeed his, you climbed onto his lap and lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock. He clutched your hips as you took him inch by inch, agonizingly slow.

After accommodating his size, you rode as fast and hard as you could, hands firmly on his sturdy chest while you bounced. He explored your body with his hands, roaming all over you, stopping to squeeze your ass and feel it shake with your movements.

Arthur readjusted so that he was on his elbows, bringing his mouth to suck and bite at each breast. You slowed to a relaxed pace of grinding, allowing his length to hit the sweet spot. Combined with the sensation of his warm and wet mouth on your chest, you came around him, crying out his name.

Arthur sat up and placed a hand around your neck with the other arm around your waist. He thrust up into you with all of his strength as you dug your fingernails into his shoulders. “That’s it princess…I’m the only man who gets to do this to ya.” You nodded with a whine.

Changing positions he returned his back to the mattress and used his hands to slam your hips up and down on his cock, the slap of his thighs hitting your ass with every buck. “Come inside me, make me yours,” you begged after sensing his closeness. That was all it took for his erratic hip movements to become slow, deep thrusts as he spilled inside of you with a groan. “Fuck…” he whispered softly while twitching at your entrance, feeling your combined slick and making sure to get every last drop into you.

After coming down from your high, you settled your head on Arthur’s chest while he laid on his back. “Hope I wasn’t too intense or anything sweetheart.”

“It did catch me off guard but no, I loved it,” you giggled.

Arthur kissed the top of your head, “well that makes two of us.” He became pensive and quiet for a moment before saying what was on his mind. “Ya know, I do know you’re mine. It’s just…nice to hear it sometimes. It’s hard to believe I got so lucky.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you reassured before peppering his neck with kisses and embracing him a little tighter.

#thanks for the request! #arthur morgan #rdr2 #nsft #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #prompts

[just-here-for-the-moment]

FRIEND!!

May I humbly request Pero Tovar and "every inch of you is the most beautiful thing God ever created."

Heat level up to you.

Thankyou!

YES!! You absolutely may request it, and I hope that you're okay with me turning it into Part 2 of The Innkeeper's Daughter, because, damn... I'm loving that man!!

The Innkeeper's Daughter, Part 2

One MILLION "thank yous" to @fandom-blackhole who let me take inspiration from This Ask for the original Anon and This follow-up Ask from me, and let me run wild with the premise of Pero Tovar falling in love with a woman who works at an inn.

The Innkeeper’s Daughter, Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 3000+

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Pero Tovar x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Reader’s first time (but this is NOT meant to be a ‘virgin kink’ fic); mature and vulgar language; euphemisms; slow-burn; Pero Tovar being super sexy and caring; kissing; vaginal fingering; oral sex/F receiving; unprotected P/V sex; a little bit of morning-after insecurity on Reader’s part

You broke the kiss and leaned your head back against the wall, breathing heavily and thoughts running wild. Pero’s face was still so new to you, up close. You were learning to read him better. His stony scowl seemed to make up the bulk of his expressions, and other than the pure hatred and anger that had twisted his face after the other man had called you a ‘whore,’ he only seemed to have a softer version of the scowl. On anyone else you would have called it a frown, but on Pero it practically registered as a glow.

You looked up into his eyes as he brought one of his broad thumbs to your cheek to sweep away a tear.

“I have to finish serving the customers. I can’t leave Father alone on a Saturday night.” You kissed him again, and then another before you found the strength to pull yourself away again. “But I want to see you tonight. After I’m done.”

Pero nodded and tilted your chin up with his calloused fingers. “Tonight. I will come to your room.” He kissed you deeply, then scattered a trail of kisses up your nose to your forehead. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and then murmured. “Until then, mi alma.”

You broke the embrace reluctantly, steadying yourself with a sigh as you walked away, smoothing your apron down. You looked back once at Pero where he stood at the end of the hall. His face looked soft, and the hint of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he gazed at you. You fought the urge to abandon your post and run back to him, and you lifted your fingers in a little wave as you re-entered the barroom.

Thankfully all of the guests had returned to their own affairs, resuming their raucous drinking and eating, the bar brawl entirely forgotten. Your father looked at you with an arched eyebrow and you smiled and shook your head, reassuring him that you were fine. You busied yourself with attending to customers, tucking coins into your pockets and ferrying empty plates and mugs to the kitchen.

Your chest ached every time you inhaled, desperate for the evening to end, to see if Pero would fulfill his promise of coming to your room. You weren’t nervous, far from it - you were eager and willing and excited. You weren’t a high-born lady, required to keep her maidenhead intact in order to form an alliance with some prince. You just hadn’t had the opportunity yet. None of the young men in the village had been interesting enough for you to want to steal away to a hayloft or secluded part of the forest with. But Pero… he was different. Mysterious and well-traveled, closed-off until he had bared his soul to you in the back passage. You were ready, well past an age where you could make up your own mind, and you had said yes, grasped the opportunity to lay with a man who excited you.

You weren’t sure exactly what would happen after tonight, whether Pero would stay in the village or leave, ask you to come along with him or insist that you stay put. You dared not think too far ahead, letting your immediate tasks occupy you as the conversations of the guests flowed, filling your head with a buzz that blessedly distracted you from the clenching and throbbing in your gut.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, the last customers dribbled out of the door, laughing and shouting their way down the lane. You washed the final stack of dishes, wiped the tables, and handed Father the last of the coins from your pocket. Your beaded brow had nothing to do with the exertion of your labor, and everything to do with thoughts of the handsome Spaniard who had promised you a visit.

You fairly flew to your room at the top of the stairs, discarding your soiled apron and dress. You poured fresh water into your basin, adding a few dried summer wildflowers from the sachet in your drawer, and used part of a cake of fine soap that Father had gifted you at Christmas. It was nothing like the exquisite ointments or fancy perfumes that ladies used, but when you were done your face and body were scrubbed clean, and you were certain that Pero would be enamored of your efforts. He had noticed your dress, after all.

You donned your cleanest nightdress and then hesitated. Should you get into bed, or sit in your side chair? You decided to tuck yourself under the covers and read for a bit by the lamp. You heard no noises from the rest of the house, though you listened with eager ears, only half-attentive to your book. Time dragged on interminably. Just as you were growing a bit drowsy, you heard a tap at your door. Your pulse raced and you swung your legs out of bed, dashing the few steps to the door.

“Who is it?” You whispered.

“Pero, mi alma.”

You swung the door open, beaming up at him. You reached one hand out to take his and pulled him into the room, almost not believing that he had come. But as you closed the door and he crowded you against it to kiss you again, you sunk into the reality of it. He was here, he was real, he was yours.

You felt a sense of urgency, the desire to pull him into your bed immediately and get right to lovemaking. But you fought against the urge to hurry, tried to memorize every one of Pero’s kisses as he held you tight between him and the door, one large arm wrapped around your waist while the other cupped your jaw tenderly. You found yourself almost whimpering as he kissed you, his tongue sweeping your mouth with passion. This was heaven. If this is how men made love, you could get used to this.

At length, Pero pulled away from you, gazing deep into your eyes. “Mi alma… you are a maiden, yes?”

You nodded, feeling suddenly shy. He had guessed as much in the hall downstairs, telling you that he would show you everything you needed to know, show you how to please a man. Now that it was a matter of actual discussion, your lack of experience felt like a burden. Would you be able to please him? Would he still be in love with you if you were clumsy or awkward?

Pero tilted your chin up and spoke low, serious in tone. “I will be gentle. It may hurt at first, but after that you will feel great pleasure. I will make sure of it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Pero’s question wasn’t meant to embarrass you, but rather to ensure that you would be comfortable and safe. Your shyness ebbed away, replaced by a glowing pride that you had chosen such a careful man to be your first.

“I trust you, Pero. I am ready.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him once more. He stepped back and you took his hand to lead him to your bed. He sat on the edge and you paused for a moment.

“Should I put the lamp out?”

Pero shook his head, that gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth once more. “No, mi alma. Leave it lit. I want to see you.”

And there was that eagerness again, your heart pounding against your ribs as Pero took your hand and pulled you to stand between his knees where he sat. He placed both hands on your hips and gazed up at you with the same expression of hunger that you had seen on his face downstairs when he professed his love in the passageway. A quiet moment stretched long and sacred between you.

Pero dropped his hands to the hem of your nightdress and lifted it, looking up at you for permission. You nodded and he pulled it higher, skating the material against your thighs and hips, until it reached your waist. You took the fabric in your hands and lifted it up and off your head, dropping it on the floor at the foot of the bed. You felt as if you should be shy, but you couldn’t find it in yourself. The way that Pero gazed at you, the way his hands stroked from your thighs to your hips to your waist, the fact that you could see his erection straining against the thin material of his trousers - it made you feel powerful and special.

Pero wrapped one of his hands around to cup your butt, bringing you closer against him. You draped your hands over his strong shoulders. He cupped one breast and brought his mouth to the nipple, licking and then suckling against you, his tongue hot against your skin. You felt desire stirring, a throbbing between your legs that mirrored your heartbeat. You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned softly.

“Oh, Pero. That feels wondrous.”

He let go of your ass and brought his hand to your front, softly stroking your thigh and nudging your legs apart. He cupped his hand there, holding it firmly against your sex, and you nearly wailed at the sensation, the delicious contrast of Pero working his mouth at the same time that his hand was touching you so intimately.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling his fingers explore you. He stroked your center softly with his largest finger, bringing wetness forth and then pushing it back between your folds. You felt your pleasure building, something below your navel twisting itself higher. Then Pero’s finger found your sensitive bud and he began circling it, building the pressure until you felt the dam burst. You brought the back of your hand up to your mouth and stifled a moan as you felt your cunt throb and quiver, stealing your breath and sending your head reeling.

As the sensation began to slow, you felt Pero stroke you again and then insert his finger up into your folds. It felt amazing, like it belonged there. He probed you gently and then pushed it further in. You felt the breath return to your lungs and then you looked down at him. He released his mouth from your breast and placed a kiss to your stomach.

“Is this alright, mi alma? Am I hurting you?”

You shook your head. “No, Pero. It felt good. It feels good.”

He smiled and then released you. “Lay down for me.”

You lay in the center of your small bed, looking up at him expectantly as he stripped his tunic off. You nearly gasped at his beauty, his golden skin marred by scars, his broad shoulders muscled after hours and hours of fighting. And when he peeled his pants down from his narrow hips, you were astonished at his cock, bobbing proudly up and erect. You wondered again at your lack of shyness, finding only that you felt womanly, proud of the way that his body was making his desire for you so apparent.

Pero kneeled on the bed next to you and surprised you by peppering kisses across both of your ankles and shins. His soft scruff tickled your skin, and you giggled at the sensation of it.

You reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. “Pero, what are you doing?”

He paused and looked at you, "Every inch of you is the most beautiful thing God ever created." Pero laid a kiss to one kneecap and then the other, continuing his trail up your thighs. “It would be a grave sin if I failed to worship every inch of you with my lips, mi alma.”

He kissed across your belly and ribs, your arms and breasts, and finally came to a stop at your lips. When you tangled your fingers in his hair, he brought his hand once again to stroke your sex, bringing a moan from you that he matched with his own deep growl.

He pulled away and positioned himself near your knees.

“Open your legs for me. I want to kiss you there, mi alma.”

You smiled at Pero and shifted your knees apart, watching his face grow darker with lust as your legs fell open. He whispered a few words in his native Spanish and licked his lips before leaning down. The first laps of his tongue were gentle, and you watched him close his eyes in satisfaction. His tongue grew more insistent, and you soon closed your own eyes, biting your lip to keep quiet as you tossed your head back in ecstasy.

Pero worked his tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves, pausing only to insert two fingers into you before he continued to lick you with vigor. You felt your climax building again. With a few strokes of his fingers inside of you, Pero brought you to the precipice before your pleasure overtook you, throwing you over the edge as you clenched hard around his thick fingers.

When you opened your eyes, you found him gazing up at you, lazily stroking your hip before dipping his head to place a kiss there.

He shifted himself to kneel between your legs, stroking his proud length a few times. You looked up at him through your haze of desire, reaching your arms up to circle around his neck where he leaned over you. He dipped his head to kiss you once.

“Open your legs very wide for me, hmm?”

You nodded and propped your feet wide apart, knees bent up. You felt Pero position himself against your folds, then a slight pressure as he entered you, stopping just inside. He searched your face as you took two deep breaths and nodded up at him, encouraging him to continue. He slotted his mouth against yours, tongue working deep into you as he slid his cock inside of you the rest of the way. You inhaled sharply through your nose as Pero continued to kiss you. It did feel painful, but the feeling lessened as he moved inside of you and back out.

Pero pressed his forehead against yours. “Are you alright, mi alma? The first time is the worst. After this you will only feel pleasure.”

“I’m alright, Pero,” you whispered. “It did hurt but it’s getting better. Keep going, my love.”

He kissed you again and kept his pace even, thrusting into you again and again. As the pain ebbed away you started to feel another pressure building, and this time you knew what would happen when the dam broke.

You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Pero’s cock brushing against your sensitive bud carry you into your third climax. At the first throb and clench, Pero buried himself deep and stayed there, reaching one hand down to thumb at your clit. The thrumming in your core intensified, and a deep groan issued from Pero’s throat at the feeling of you squeezing around him. This third climax was the best one yet, slow and steady, and you felt it from your scalp to your toes. You wanted it to last forever, and you were sad when it burned itself out with a whisper.

Pero kissed you deeply, then nudged your chin up with his nose to place kisses along the column of your throat.

“Better, mi alma?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “So good.”

Pero hummed against your skin and then thrust into you a handful of times more before he unsheathed himself and sat back on his heels. His face was intense, almost a scowl as he stroked himself to completion, catching his spend in his open palm.

He unfolded his legs and crossed to your basin, wiping his hand on your damp linen washcloth before coming back to where you lay on the bed.

“Do you want me to stay, or to go, mi alma?”

You sat up and reached a hand out to him. “Please stay.”

The next day dawned bright and sunny, the light from the thin curtains streaming across your face. You smiled at the warmth of it, mirrored by the warmth of Pero’s bulk pressed against your back, his solid arm slung over your midsection. Were it not for waking to his presence, last night might have been a dream.

You rolled over to face him, finding his face relaxed. You pressed a kiss to his soft mouth.

“Pero,” you whispered. “Wake up.”

He cracked one eye open and grunted at you. You laughed softly and kissed him again.

“Was I good?” You whispered to him. “Last night, I mean? Were you happy?”

Pero opened both eyes in surprise and regarded you with confusion. “Yes, mi alma. But why are you asking me that?”

You felt a bit shy but answered him honestly. “I was worried. I thought that if I was not experienced at coupling with you, that you- well… you might not be pleased, and you would fall out of love with me.”

Pero sat up and pulled you to rest against his chest. You heard his heart beating and closed your eyes. He would not be doing this if he were displeased. He would not have stayed the night with you.

“I told you in the passageway, mi alma, that I had fallen in love with you. But that was not the truth.”

Your breath caught in your throat. If that was a lie, then why had he come to you in the night? Why had he done those things with you?

Pero continued, “The truth is that I fell even more in love with you last night, when you gave yourself to me so openly and let me bring you pleasure. If you will let me, I will spend the rest of my life between your legs, mi alma. I want nothing more than to pleasure you every day for the rest of my life.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. Was he proposing marriage?

“Pero, I-”

“Mi alma, if you will have me, I want to be your husband.”

You drew your head back and looked up into his deep brown eyes. His face was the most open and relaxed you had ever seen it, the scowl entirely wiped from his visage.

“Yes, Pero. Yes.”

He released a breath you didn’t realize he had been holding, and then Pero rolled you down into the sheets to kiss you with abandon.

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