#secret lovers

[bellarkeselection]

Knew Better But Still Picked You pt 3

Reader and Cole spend the night by the water side that leads to more than either of them expected.

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Cole finally parked the truck coming over to my side and opened my door. Offering his hands out to me I put my hands in his lifting me out of the truck and onto the dirt ground. I slumped my shoulders scanning the area around us. “So what are we going to do for food and stuff if we have decided to run away?”

“Don’t worry, Y/n. I have some money in the truck. So we’ll just figure out the rest later.” Cole replied to me twirling his keys on his key ring on his index finger.

Whipping my head around, I sent him a look. “Cole, we have to have a plan here.”

“Y/n, come on.” He says.

Shaking my head I warned him. “Look I hate to be the serious one here. But we can’t run away with only twenty bucks to our names.”

“You make a good point but we should live a little.” He smiled at me, putting the keys in his pocket.

Clicking my tongue. “I’ve never run away from home in my life. I think I’ve lived a little just enough.”

He pushed his body that was leaning against the truck away. Walking over to me he smiled with his hands in the pocket of his green jacket with fur on the inside. “The look in your eyes says you don’t mind having some fun and think of a plan later.”

“Oh yeah and what makes you think you’re right?” I teased him by putting one hand on my hip.

He smirked, closing the goo quickly grabbing me by the belt in my jeans, tugging me against his chest. “Breath in your throat says it all, darling.” He noticed that I gasped at his sudden movement with me.

“That may be true. But we still have a problem here. We can’t run away with nothing to our names.” I put my hands on my hips staring up into his bright green eyes when he was looking down at me.

Cole moved forward and threw me over his shoulder laughing. “Stop worrying so much.”

“Cole!” I squealed, hitting his back with my fist trying to get him to put me down. “Put me down Walter.”

He accidentally tripped over his own two feet and we went tumbling to the hard ground. Laying on my back my hair was scattered across the ground with him laying beside me. “I can't believe you tripped me.”

“Me! You tripped us both. I told you to put me down. Not drop us both on our asses!” I snapped at him waving my finger in his face.

Cole smiled brightly at me getting to his feet offering me his hand tugging me to stand when he tugs me up. “Well I'm sorry. I won't trick you like that again. I cross my heart.” He responded slowly, leading me towards the water sitting down.

Sitting down beside him I hugged my knees to my chest raising my gaze up to the starry sky. “I still can't get over how beautiful the stars are out here.”

“They still aren't as beautiful as you are, darling.” He mumbled to me, tucking some of my hair behind my ear when I blushed avoiding his gaze.

He put his hand under my chin turning my attention back to stare at him. He leans forward, almost closing the gap between us. I parted my lips in some surprise that comes with the fact that I can't get over that he was with me. I leaned forward, finally kissing him slowly. He moved his fingers in my hair then down to cradle my face in his hands.

I grinned into the kiss climbing up into his lap. Cole moaned into the kiss pushing me down onto the ground, never breaking the kiss until we both needed air. “If you tell me to stop we don't have to go any further.”

“It’s…I've just never done this before. I don't want you to think less of me since you have experience.” I admit with a bashful look, moving hair that fell in front of his face.

He leans forward perking my lips with a smile he corrected his statement. "Well it's if you're not ready.”

“It is?” I cleared my throat confused.

Cole's eyes shifted from the sky for a split second then back down at me. "Yeah. I'm not with you guys so I can sleep with you."

“Sorry I'm trying to not be nervous. Let's just focus on this another time.” I smiled, sending him a kind and bright smile.

His voice pulls me from my trance with a cheeky grin. I lightly blush as he leans forward kissing me gently. I kissed him back, raising my left hand twisting my fingers into his hair. "Y/n, you might tempt me tonight." He moaned against my lips.

"I'd say you're the one trying to seduce tonight, Cole." I mumbled out a moan feeling him bury his face in the crook of my neck, leaving kisses. I wrap my legs around his waist before feeling his phone go off in his pocket.

I broke the kiss eyeing his pocket. “Should we answer that?”

“I thought we agreed we weren't going to worry.” He sat upright beside me, tucking hair out of his face.

I apologize right before it goes off another time. “Sorry…uh you might see if it's important.”

“Okay, okay.” He pulled it out looking at the screen then handed it over to me. “It’s for you.”

Pressing it to my ear I didn't look at who was calling his phone. “Who is this?” I was shocked to hear her voice not be in a panic after us running away in the middle of the evening.

“Y/n, it's Jackie. Look, I'm sorry. I just want you to come home and I'll explain it.” She responded through the phone.

Cole nudged my shoulder. “Who is it?”

“Jackie. She wants us to come home to explain herself.” Covering the speaker with my hand I explained to my boyfriend.

Cole and I made the drive from the lake side back to the family ranch. The sun was just now rising so everyone else was getting up to work. Cole parked the truck and I got out at the same time as he did seeing my best friend sitting on the wooden steps of the house. “I didn't think two would ever come home if I called and asked.” She got to her feet quickly.

“You better have a good reason or else we're leaving again.” Snapping at her I huffed my arms over my chest.

Jackie signed closer over to me. “I want to apologize-”

“You're apologizing, New York?” My boyfriend made a stunning remark.

She began her apology once more. “I want to apologize to both of you. It's not right that I let my fears stand in the way of your happiness. So I told your parents the whole thing that I overreacted about it, Cole. They aren’t grounding you anymore. They just want you to promise that you won't hurt her in any form. Otherwise I'll call Y/n's parents and you'll have to deal with them.”

“Thanks Jackie. What made you change your mind?” Flinging my arms around her in a warm embrace she hugged me back briefly.

She slightly broke the embrace eyeing my boyfriend over my shoulder. “Alex and I are happy together. So you and Cole should be too.”

“Did ya hear that, Cole!” Spinning around on my feet to face him I wrapped my arms around his neck laughing. He hugged me back and kissed my forehead. “What are you thinking now?”

Cole smirked down at me, draping his arms around waist. “I was thinking, are you up to having me teach you how to ride?”

“You bet your boots I'm ready for anything with you, Cole.” I smiled brightly draping my arms over his shoulders kissing him gently and he kissed me back with the same level.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[lifedagame]

Canon, I was the window

Creds; @carthonasi

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[kissnpunch]

guapoduo's love makes me crazy, they fight for fun, what happen today make their chemistry stronger because how you explain to fight with the love of your life, a soulmate, in a playful way and know they have the mind and force to kill eachother but they wouldn't do it.

i said it before, hate is not something they feel for each other, they can't, they even feel more attracted by that fact.

#qsmp purgatory #qsmp #guapoduo #spiderbit #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #q!cellbit #q!roier #murder husbands #secret lovers #soulmates your sir #i romantize their pov be aware

[billyparker]

We all know this BROMANCE is more than a friendship 😏

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[saraswritingtipps]

Here are some sentence starters with dialogue for a novel featuring a secret lover that nobody knows about:

1. Sentence starter: "I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this, but there's something I need to tell you..."

- Dialogue: "What is it? You're making me nervous."

- Dialogue: "I've kept it hidden for so long, but I can't deny my feelings anymore. I'm in love with you."

2. Sentence starter: "We've been playing this dangerous game of secrecy, and it's becoming harder to keep our love hidden..."

- Dialogue: "I can't stand sneaking around anymore. Why can't we just be open about our relationship?"

- Dialogue: "It kills me to see you with someone else, pretending we're just friends. I want to shout it to the world that you're mine."

3. Sentence starter: "There are moments when I wish I could hold your hand in public, but we must continue to hide..."

- Dialogue: "It's so frustrating to keep our love under wraps. I want to show the world how much you mean to me."

- Dialogue: "I long for the day when we won't have to hide anymore. Until then, we'll have to cherish these stolen moments."

4. Sentence starter: "Our love is a secret flame, burning bright but hidden from the prying eyes of the world..."

- Dialogue: "I wish we could shout our love from the rooftops, but for now, we'll keep it our little secret."

- Dialogue: "Sometimes, I wonder how long we can keep this up. It's getting harder to hide my emotions when I'm around you."

5. Sentence starter: "We share stolen glances and secret smiles, knowing that no one else suspects the truth..."

- Dialogue: "It's both thrilling and painful to keep our love hidden. I wish we didn't have to hide our happiness."

- Dialogue: "Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it, but when I look into your eyes, I know I'd do anything to keep our secret love alive."

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[swanqueen-46]

Jemily aesthetic

In my mind they are canon.

#jemily #jennifer jj jareau #emily prentiss #criminal minds #lovers #right person wrong time #lgbtq #secret lovers #badass #women

[lovebugspots]

James Hawkins.

in which, after his adventures to find treasure planet…he goes to the interstellar academy. but captain amelia temporarily takes him out for a mission to retrieve the princess, a supernatural, princess.

character list:

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james ‘jim’ hawkins

age: 17

sex: male

race: human

quote: ‘i will travel the stars, as many times as you want for me to be with you, your majesty.’

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

y/n avalon. princess of the planet Oceanura

age: 16 and a half

race: human mermaid hybrid

quote: ‘oh i love you, jim. but with this cursed power all i will do will hurt you.’

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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

warnings; implications of sexual content, mentions on teen pregnancy, gore, harassment, public humiliation, violence and harsh language.

#jim hawkins #treasure #treasure planet #x reader #music #fanfics #my writing #y/n #jim hawkins x reader #series #my series #writers on tumblr #princess #royalty #secret lovers

[crowleysgirl56]

Ok, hear me out: Good Omens Human AU: WWE professional wrestling.

Has anyone done this yet? Ok, here is my stream of consciousness:

I imagine Crowley to be the high flying, heartbreaking, stunt type character. Like a Jeff or Matt Hardy, or a Shaun Michaels. He’d be the young newcomer breaking out into the business, gaining massive popularity, adored by the fans and potentially the new face of the business.

Aziraphale would be a more established, professional, and experienced performer. He’d been old school, like a pure striker, but also maybe slightly flamboyant like a Ric Flair or Dusty Rhodes. He’d be initially skeptical of Crowley’s character and disapprove of the suggested changes to the business. He doesn’t want to move with the times and stuck in his golden era ways.

Plot points:

Enemy to lovers - Aziraphale would be annoyed with the idea of Crowley being “the new guy” not playing by the rules, but over time comes to appreciate what he can bring to the business and also admire his immense talent. Crowley would be annoyed with an “old” fuddy duddy unwilling to move with the times or diversify for the sake of the business, but comes to appreciate Aziraphale’s experience and encouragement and what he can learn from him.

Road to Wrestlemania - obviously they’d have to face off in the main event as their characters would continue to be sworn enemies.

Secret relationship - this would develop and deepen over time, and they would be terrified of it being revealed and breaking kayfabe. How could they possibly overcome the media and scrutiny. Possible themes of homophobia could be explored.

Alliances - Crowley would probably be part of some sort of team dynamic involving Beelzebub and maybe Shax and Dagon. Some kind of demonic themed characters.

Overcoming injury - Crowley might suffer a possible career ending injury, either sustained through interference from another jealous wrestler (Gabriel or Hastur?), or protecting Aziraphale from a dangerous move, or from Aziraphale failing to perform a choreographed stunt correctly. Each possibility would lead the subtext of the story in three different directions so not sure which would be best?

Bittersweet ending? - I imagine that either they would get to maintain their relationship but one or both their careers would end. Or they would keep their careers in tact but the relationship would end.

Thank you for reading my ramblings. Am I insane? (Probably)

(Was inspired because Wrestlemania was on the weekend and I apparently cannot separate Good Omens from any other aspect of my life now 🤣)

#good omens #good omens human au #good omens au #wrestling #wwe wrestling #wwe wrestlemania #wrestlemania #crowley #aziraphale #crowley and aziraphale #ineffable husbands #secret lovers #enemy to lovers #crowley x arizaphale #aziracrow #i can dream can’t i? #what have i started? #why does my brain work like this #good omens wrestling #good omens fan fiction #fanfiction

[raphoupix]

Kylian, Olivier, what's going on 😭

#giroud mbappé <3 #olivier giroud #kylian mbappe #secret lovers #world cup #qatar 2022

[bellarkeselection]

Could you do a king Henry were he has a fight with his mother and y/n mother about her haveing a child

England’s Romeo and Juliet

“Henry, we can’t hide this anymore. I must run off because my family name has already been shattered when I laid with you.” I told the love of my life the King of England Henry Tudor. I was a highborn lady sent to find a husband but instead I fell for the already married king and lost my virginity to him ending up pregnant. Staring at myself in the mirror he came up behind my wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder since I was shorter than him unless I wore heels but right now I was just wearing some flats since they were more comfortable. I was wearing one of his loose tunics since my dresses we’re getting tighter. “You don’t have to worry Y/n. I am the king of the England now. And I want you. I don’t care if I am married to that York daughter. I want only you.” He declares turning me around in his arms so I was staring up into his bright brown eyes.

The door to his chambers suddenly opened the moment I leaned up on my toes kissing him. He tugged me closer deepening the kiss until his mother’s voice rang through the quiet room and she yanked him back by the collar of his shirt. “Henry Tudor, how dare you have a romantic affair with a random highborn girl that isn’t your wife!” He stumbles backwards before she stomped up over to me grabbing me by shoulders eyeing my grown belly. I wasn’t full term but enough for someone who was once with children could clearly notice. “And you’ve put a now bastard babe in her belly…You are a disgrace to your name and family. I should place you in the dungeon for this-“ Henry stomps over to us braking his way in between us glaring at his mother. He glanced over at me seeing that I was on the verge of bawling tears at her words.

"I choose her, mother. I wish to marry Y/n and take her as my wife, queen and mother of my children." He spoke towards her seeing her face turn into a look of disgust at the thought. His marriage to Elizabeth was arranged before he took her father’s throne. And I didn't feel worthy of being his queen sometimes. Margaret glared at me throwing her hands up. "You had a destiny to be from the moment you were born. Don't you dare throw it away on some half witted noble whore!" Wrapping my arms around myself I headed towards the door grabbing the door handle until I felt Henry grab my wrist halting me in my tracks. He spins me around with my hair falling in front of my eyes where he cupped my face in his hands crashing his lips onto mine. I gasped gripping the fabric of his tunic shirt in my fingers deepening the kiss until we were both breathing heavily and he turned to his mother. “If you want me to remain on the throne then you will undo my marriage to Elizabeth of York. Then allow me to wed Y/n and declare her your queen.”

She gasps nodding her head yes heading around us and towards the door with only few words. “Yes, your grace.” She bowed her head and once the door was hit behind her I spun around to Henry flinging my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around me burring his face into the crook of my head kissing my cheek a few times. "See I told you there was nothing to worry about my darling future queen." He nuzzled his nose with mine making me giggle and lightly blush feeling nervous about ruling. "You were right but...what if I'm not a good queen?" Henry shook his head suddenly picking me up bridal style sitting me down on the bed ditching the shirt I was wearing alongside his own pressing his lips deeply onto mine. "You will be the greatest queen ever and I intend to please you until you see yourself the way I do. I love you." He pushed me down onto the bed with over top of me while my fingers knotted into his curls bringing him in for a hungry kiss. "I love you too, Henry."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[leiabird]

Under the bed

2417 words

Lucerys Velaryon/Aemond Targaryen

Tags: Humour, Fluff, Secret Lovers

cross-posted on ao3

Rhaenyra hesitates before knocking on her son‘s door. The talk she wants to have with him is a delicate one and she does not want to frighten him. Still she feels it is necessary, for his own safety.

Firmly she knocks twice and braces herself. A “thunk” comes from the room and she furrows her brows.

“Lucerys?” she calls out, not wanting to invade his privacy by simply storming into his room, but now she is irritated if not even worried.

“A moment!” she hears her son’s voice. He sounds��� panicked?

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” comes the immediate answer “I’m just… I was just getting dressed! A moment please!”

Rhaenyra relaxes and a small smile creeps up on her face. Has her son really slept this long? He seems to have inherited her own tendencies of sleeping way into the morning.

A moment passes, then another. Finally Lucerys calls “You can enter, mother!”

Turning the doorknob she steps into his chambers. Lucerys really looks like he has only just gotten up, his curls a bit of a mess and his clothes only hastily put on.

Smiling she steps up to him and begins to try to comb his hair with her fingers to give it at least a bit of order.

“Mother!” Lucerys protests, his cheeks glowing with embarrassment.

“Good morrow” she says, still smiling but stopping her attempts of coddling him “Have you slept in, my sweet boy?”

“I…” Lucerys hesitates “I… yes. I’m sorry. It will not happen again.”

At that she laughs. “Do not fret” she says “Believe me, I have done the same when I was your age.”

Her son lets out a small huff and nods his head.

Then Rhaenyra folds her hands in front of her and puts on a more serious demeanour.

“Unfortunately I am here to talk to you about a … concerning matter.”

Lucerys stares at her with wide eyes. “About what matter?”

Rhaenyra takes a deep breath and answers “Your uncle Aemond.”

If possible her son’s eyes widen even more and for a moment she sees confusion, panic and… something else on his face. Then he seems to pull himself together, blins a few times at her and asks “Wha- what about Aemond?”

“My brother” she continues carefully, not wanting to frighten her son further “Is a hotheaded man. He is impulsive and … dangerous as every skilled warrior is.”

Lucerys continues to stare at her with an unreadable expression.

“And I could not help to notice over the past few weeks that… well” talking about this is harder than she has anticipated “That he seems… more troubled than usual. Troubled by you.”

Now her son looks frightened. Her heart clenches and she immediately puts her hands on his arms and holds him tightly while still looking directly at him and continuing despite his fear.

“He is a man who believes he was wronged as a child when he lost his eye and that makes him unpredictable.” Another deep breath. “But I do not believe that he would harm you here in the Keep where all of us are around. I simply want you to be aware of this. He… Every time the family gathers he looks at you like…” She presses her lips into a thin line. She truly does not want to trouble her boy, but the way her brother has been looking at her son the past weeks makes her skin crawl. Aemond looks at Lucerys so intently as if he was imagining every possible way to harm him. And she will not let that happen.

Gathering herself she continues calmly “I simply want for you to be careful. Maybe try not to walk around alone as much and please try to avoid any confrontation with him. I am sure this…  fixation he has will pass soon.”

Lucerys has listened to all of this with wide eyes and an open mouth. He no longer looks frightened but in complete disbelief. Rhaenyra tries to take that as a good sign.

Gently she takes him into her arms. Seemingly by pure reflex he hugs her back as they always do. Sometimes she misses the times when she could carry him in her arms at all times, tucked closely to her chest, safe in her embrace, sheltered from the world.

Aemond will not touch her sweet boy. She would never let that happen.

Her gaze wanders over Lucerys’ shoulder to the bed. Her brows furrow.

“What is that?” She asks and Lucerys leaves her embrace to turn around and inhales sharply.

“What do you mean?!” her boy asks and sounds a bit out of breath.

“That shirt” Rhaenyra says and steps forward to take the garment into her hands “I’ve never seen it before.”

“That… that…” Lucerys stammers “That is new!”

Rhaenyra smiles. Her son still doesn’t seem to be awake yet. Then she looks back to the shirt and her irritation returns.

“It is quite big” she states as she holds it up. The thing would nearly be a dress on her son who insists he will still have a growth spurt. Secretly she very much doubts that, especially at his age.

“Yeah that… Maybe they mixed something up” Lucerys continues while blinking rapidly at her.

“Maybe they meant it for Jacaerys” Rhaenyra concludes and her son sighs.

“Yes! That’s probably how it is!” He says eagerly and she smiles. She is happy how close her sons are, not at all like her and her siblings.

“I could bring it to him” she offers Lucerys who immediately wildly shakes his head.

“Don’t worry yourself, mother, I will bring it to him later” he insists and steps forward to take it from her hands.

Rhaenyra nods slowly and clasps her hands together. Lucerys has always been the most considerate of her boys, empathetic beyond measure. Her sweet boy.

Gently she puts her hand to the side of his head and leans in to give his temple a quick kiss.

“Try to wake up properly and join us for luncheon later, yes?”

Lucerys nods eagerly and with another smile she leaves her sweet boy alone in his room.

~°~

Lucerys stares at the door through which his mother disappeared again in complete disbelief. He is still holding the shirt in his hands.

Then he hears faint laughter coming from the bed. He turns around.

“Do you think this is funny?!” He asks still in disbelief.

Crawling out from under the bed appears his uncle Aemond, who seems to be delighted by this horrid situation. He is wearing pants but not his shirt, which Lucerys is holding at the moment.

Instead of answering Aemond sits down onto the bed he was hiding under and continues to laugh.

It warms Lucerys’ heart in a way. Aemond doesn’t often laugh this openly. He often smirks mildly amused. Only since they have been together in secret, Lucerys has had the privilege of seeing a real and wide smile upon his uncle’s face at least a few times.

But unfortunately he can not share Aemond’s amusement at their current situation.

“My mother thinks you want to kill me!” He tries to make the situation clear to his lover who only laughs harder.

Frustrated he throws the shirt as hard as possible at Aemond, who of course catches it with ease.

Sighing Lucerys throws his hands up in the air and turns around to stomp to his closet in search of a jacket and shoes. He needs to go and present himself to his family before another one of them could get the idea of visiting him in his quarters.

“Oh come on Lucerys” Aemond says, his laughter fading away. Lucerys turns around to see his uncle still grinning at him widely.

He rolls his eyes and turns back around away from his uncle who doesn’t seem to grasp the weight of the situation.

Lucerys hears a sigh and footsteps. Aemond has stood up from the bed and walks towards him, but he pretends to be busy searching through his clothes and doesn’t turn around.

Then he can feel his uncle’s breath on his neck and two big hands that settle on his hips before engulfing him in an embrace.

Before Lucerys can protest further, his body automatically relaxes. He lets out a deep sigh and leans back, tilting his head towards Aemond.

His uncle takes that as an invitation to place feather light kisses on his neck. Another content sigh leaves his lips. Lucerys can not imagine that there will ever be a day where he will not respond with anything other than pure contentment to Aemond’s touch. His uncle has utterly ruined him for anyone but himself.

“I’m sorry that this has upset you so much” Aemond whispers in his ear.

Lucerys takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the knot of worries that lies heavy in his stomach. He can’t.

“I just…” he tries and fails to explain. He lets out a frustrated huff.

Gently, as if he was holding a dandelion whose petals could be whisked away with a soft breeze, Aemond turns Lucerys around so that they face each other.

“Skoros amīvindis ao sīr, issa jorrāelagon?” (What worries you so, my love?) Aemond asks tenderly as he soothingly runs his fingers along Lucerys’ back.

Lucerys can not seem to bring up the courage to look Aemond in the eye.

“Kessa gaomilza dōrī ilvo indīgon” (She will never allow us to marry) he mumbles.

The look on Aemond’s face grows impossible tender. It is if possible the thing that surprised Lucerys the most. Aemond’s tenderness. He had assumed that Aemond would be all sharp angles and bruising touches and kisses with more teeth than tongue. Lucerys had been entirely caught off guard when Aemond had been actually reluctant to touch him at all at the beginning.

Aemond had confessed to him one day, long after they had fallen into bed with each other, that he simply did not know how to touch without hurting, how to hold without bruising. The affection Lucerys had received all his life was something entirely strange to Aemond. Which was why every time he got to hold his nephew he looked at him like he was a marvel.

And then there had been the dreams. Aemond says that he does not have them any longer but there had been a time when he would wake up screaming alone in his chambers from visions of Lucerys dying by his hands. Lucerys dying in fire, between Vhagar’s teeth, falling from Arrax and breaking every bone in his body and drowning in the Narrow Sea.

Aemond says he believes that maybe, in another life, where he would have not come to love Lucerys, he would have been consumed by anger and vengeance. It had frightened Lucerys for but a moment before he simply answered “I do not believe there is a world where you would be capable of being a kinslayer. And I refuse to believe there is a world where we would not love each other.”

The dreams had stopped after that.

Now Aemond confidently holds Lucerys every time he wants. He caresses him delicately and treasures it. Aemond drowns his nephew in gifts, saying he would like to properly court him. There is only the problem of their family. Lucerys knows his mother would never allow them to be married, not when she truly thinks Aemond still wants him harm for what had occurred in their childhood. She doesn’t know that by now Lucerys has thoroughly apologised for that incident.

Aemond leans forward to rest his forehead against Lucerys’ and together they breathe in each other’s air, their lips ghosting over each other. Lucerys feels his uncle’s words more than he hears them.

“My offer still stands, issa jorrāelagon (my love)” he whispers and Lucerys shudders at the thought as his uncle continues “Zaldrīzdōron ivestrās avo maghās se valzȳrys aōhys sagon aōt sahās. (Let me take you to Dragonstone and make you my husband.)”

From the first time Aemond had proposed the idea of simply running away and getting married without their family’s notice Lucerys had thought about it. Had thought about the excitement of running away, of the prospect of being wedded to the man he loves. Still, his reason to not do it stays the same.

“I want my mother’s blessing, Qȳbor (Uncle)” he sighs and cups Aemond’s face in his hands “I want my mother to be the one to give me to you. I want all of our family to see our love. I do not want to have to hide and run away in a cloak-and-dagger operation.”

Tilting his head Aemond presses a soft kiss to the inside of Lucerys’ wrist.

“Your mother did the exact same with her uncle” he grumbles, but with no real ill will “It’s not like she could hold it against us.”

Lucerys can’t help but giggle a bit at his lover’s grumpiness in such a tender moment.

“Well” he says and fiddles with a strand of Aemond’s soft and long hair “You will have to have a bit more patience, Qȳbor”

Then he mournfully wriggles himself out of his uncle’s embrace to finally go search for proper clothing.

“And also more manners. Or else my mother will have you send away for looking at me like…” Lucerys tries to find the right words whilst his ear’s turn a bright red. He looks over to Aemond who looks at him with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk.

“Like I want to eat you?” His uncle kindly finishes his sentence and Lucerys turns back to his clothes.

“Not in the way she thinks” he mumbles while digging through his closet and hears Aemond chuckle. The bastard really has good ears.

“Well then” his uncle says while walking through the room and to the door “I presume I will see you at the luncheon later?” He turns around with another smirk and adds “And I promise I will not try to eat you.”

Lucerys’ only response is a pair of trousers which he throws into Aemond’s face who flees the room with another chuckle.

Sighing Lucerys’ leans his head against the wooden door of his wardrobe. He feels so hot with giddiness and love he feels like he is about to burst.

“Soon” he whispers only to himself and every God, old or new, that might hear the vow he whispers with a smile “We will marry soon.”

#lucemond #hotd #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon #lucerys x aemond #fanfic #fanficiton #ao3 #rhaenyra targaryen #cross posted on ao3 #secret lovers #fluff #humour

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Benicio inviting you to dinner as you tell him you are moving away to another state for a while for better opportunities. He tries to win you back as he doesn’t want to see you go because he secretly he wants to be your boyfriend. Better knowing he could have been a better friend during your time here, as this is a reflection of what y’all could have become.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Benicio Del Toro X Reader)

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(TAGS)

#old hollywood #oldhollywoodedit #benicio del toro #gif imagine #moviegifs #images #imagine #fame dr #x reader #fluff #y/n #secret lovers #boyfriend #1990s

[ladytarantula]

Mistakes

I turn an empty page

Nothing has really changed

Old habits remain

What can I do?

How do I break these chains?

I keep making the same mistakes

Hoping this time you'll stay

She holds all the cards

Even though it's my touch you crave

Every time I make a stand

Begging you to be my man

Gullible I believe your empty promises and lies

I'm the one to blame

I gave you all the power

You're driving me insane

I want to be with you

So I'll do whatever it takes

#poetry writing #my poetry #sad #unrequited pining #toxic love #affair #loving a married man #heartbreak #unrealistic expectations #secret lovers #forbidden lust #writing community #creative writing #poetry

[homuradefender]

Arlebina royalty AU, they're in love but gotta be secret

Arlecchino had just arrived from yet another long, yet successful, mission. After writing a quick report on her mission, she tiredly made her way down the halls, night checks were still needed and was always slumped onto her.

She was head knight for a reason, many men and women would gladly take the knight's hand in marriage, but she would always decline. In her eyes miniscule things like romance were unnecessary, foolish even.

Some would say she had a stone cold heart, calling her heartless when she would accept their proposals. None of those comments ever bothered her, but one thing always stood out to her, hiding in the back of her mind as if it were a lost player in a maze.

' Do you love anybody?'

She couldn't answer that question, ever, because Arlecchino herself didn't know the answer. Before she could ponder any longer a melody broke her thoughts.

It was the same thing every night, a low humming followed along an alluring tune. The sound was addictive, the melody was comparable to a siren's song, never failing to lure the knight into it's trap.

As the knight followed the tune she was led out into the garden, she was a mouth following a flame, but instead of a flame it was the sweet voice of the princess who instantly made eye contact with the Knight when she came into her line of sight.

The princess was simply ethereal in the knight's eyes, how she wish the princess would sing to her every night. But their meetings must be kept secret, it would truly be scandalous if a princess were to marry a knight, the mere thought of the backlash Columbina would receive put Arlecchino's urges to a stop.

The moonlight only highlighted the princess's features, drawing the knight in only more. How she wished Columbina were her's and her's only, no pesky suitors in there way.

' My knave ' Arlecchino felt as if her heart were a butterfly, it's wings fluttering whenever Columbina called her that.

It was special, between the two secret lovers. ' Yes princess?' Arlecchino knew what Columbina was wanting when she patted her hand on the space beside her on the bench.

The two sat together, an odd sense of peace between the two as Columbina untied Arlecchino's well kept pony tail, running her hands through the knight's hair, it was oddly soft.

' I'd prefer if you had short hair.' Columbina muttered as she smoothed out Arlecchino's hair with her hands. ' Is that so?' Arlecchino slyly replied, looking back at the princess.

' It looks like a rat's tail' The ongoing joke between the two, that Columbina started when the two's midnight meetings took place. Silence fell between the two, only too be softly interrupted by the familiar humming from Columbina as she continued to use her fingers to brush through her mistress's hair.

When the two separated, Columbina leaving the garden first, Arlecchino watched the princess walk off, presumably to her room. The question broke it's way back into her mind, but this time she did have an answer.

Columbina was the one she loved.

#secret lovers #princess x knight #royal au #genshin impact fatui #the knave #columbina #arlebina #theyre in love btw #arlecchino genshin #genshin arlecchino #arlecchino x columbina #cuties #practice #fanfic #im tryin my best #im sleep deprived #theyre in love your honor #my girlies #wlw love #they should kiss #theyre dating #i need therapy

[saraswritingtipps]

dialogue that allows readers to fall in love with your characters. #2

Character A: "You make every day better."

Character B: "How?"

Character A: "By just being you."

#writing #writer on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing tips #character development #writer tumblr #writing advice #oc character #writing help #writblr #dialouge #dialogue prompt #secret lovers

[juusauce]

At the Altar

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

created by @maysdigitalarts

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Akutami Gege's manga, Jujutsu Kaisen. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Akutami Gege.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Word Count: 2.3K

credits @cafekitsune

Heavy breaths. 

Whimpers.

The pace of my heart quickly went up and down. Gojo kissed my nape as his hand went down to lift up the skirt of my gown, and the other hand fondled my breast. My lips parted when I felt him move his thumb in a circular motion on my clit. I whimpered when his long middle finger entered my entrance. He easily inserted his finger inside me because of the dampness.

"And you're still denying that I don't have an effect on you, hmm?" I trembled even more when he licked my earlobe down to my neck. Oh, sweet gracious! His tongue added to the sensation I felt.

He grabbed my chin and kissed me to seal my lips. I was nervous about what we were doing because people outside might hear us. We are here now in front of the altar inside this small chapel, near the big church, where Suguru and Shoko's wedding will be held.

I knew this would be disgraceful because we did this deed in front of Him, at His altar, but all thoughts of guilt about getting caught vanished when he slid another finger inside me, causing me to moan into his mouth. The risk of being caught only added to the excitement.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my back, and I knew I wanted more. As we continued to explore each other, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just a fling or if it could be something more. Either way, I knew I wanted to savor every moment with him.

"You're too wet for me," he said with certainty.

He really knows how to awaken my desires and make me a wanton woman. I didn't recognize myself. She was different from what I've known. I didn't know I was capable of doing this with him. But there was something about him that made me feel alive and free. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world. Or maybe it was the way he touched me, with a confidence and gentleness that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Whatever it was, I knew that I didn't want this to end.

His blue ocean eyes stared at me. Those eyes were like a crystal clear blue ocean, full of lust as he licked those juices—my juices in his long fingers. I shuddered with pleasure as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. It was a bold move, but it turned me on even more. We were both lost in the moment, not thinking about anything else but each other. I knew that we had to be careful, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was him and the intense pleasure he brought me. 

"You taste so sweet as candy..." He whispered into my ear. His ragged breath sent shivers through my spine. "I can't wait to taste your treasured honeycomb." He ran his tongue across his lips. Oh, god! He was so sexy when doing that.

I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, grinding myself to his arousal. I felt him. He was fucking too hard. And oh, god! He is fucking huge.

I groaned when he pulled away. "Disappointed? Don't worry, I'll be inside of you later," he chuckled. "But it's too early for that."

I rolled my eyes as I was trying to catch my breath. I'm so frustrated. He makes me frustrated! But he just flashed his devilish grin at me.

"Patience is a virtue, my candy." He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Please refrain from speaking—" I gasped when he removed my entire dress. I was too surprised when he almost ruined my fucking dress. I felt the sudden cold air on my skin. 

"Oh, god! Are you planning to ruin my dress? Did you know that I didn't have a spare dress for this wedding? If you'll ruin it. Surely, I would be—"

He knelt in front of me, and he made me stop by kissing and nibbling on my thighs, working his way up to my center. I moaned softly, feeling his warm breath against my skin. My heart pounded crazily as he started to explore me with his tongue, and I couldn't help but grip his hair tightly. Every touch, every lick, sent waves of pleasure through my body.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. My breath caught in my throat as his hands slid up my thighs, his fingers grazing the lace of my lingerie. I wanted him and needed him. He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before pulling my lingerie down and burying his face between my legs. I trembled as he explored every inch of me with his tongue, lips, and fingers, but I was thankful because he held my thighs firmly.

The veins in his arms protruded. Oh, god! His calloused hands caressed my thighs. I moaned, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside me.

His skilled movements were driving me wild, and I knew I was on the brink of ecstasy. As I felt my body tensing up, he slowed down, teasing me with light kisses and gentle strokes. I groaned in frustration, but he simply grinned and continued to work his magic. I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him on, and he responded by increasing the intensity of his movements.

The pleasure was so intense that I felt like I was on the edge of something, about to explode. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and stood up, pulling me close to him. The sensation was overwhelming, but I felt a bit disappointed because he stopped in the middle of the climax. 

"Why did you stop?" I was so irritated at him. 

"My candy is so impatient, hmm?" he whispered in my ear.

"Didn't you know how thrilled I am to ravish you?" he growled, and I knew that there was no going back.

"I'll take you to the heavens." My heart pounded against my chest, and my labored breathing shows how thrilled I was by the way he looked at me. His mischievous grin did suggest he had something else in mind.

He took my hand and led me towards the altar table, my heart racing with anticipation. As he laid me in there, my center was too exposed in front of him. I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw his intense gaze upon me. I want to ask him, 'What was he planning? And why did it make me feel so excited?'

But before I could say anything, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Trust me. This will be alright." Those words sent a thrill through my body, and I found myself relaxing into the moment.

As he began to trace his fingers and lips lightly over my skin, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me again. Every touch was electric, and I knew that whatever he had in mind, it was going to be unforgettable. With a sense of anticipation building inside me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch.

His words and actions were like fuel for the fire burning inside of me. I had never felt this way before—so alive and consumed by desire. It was as if every nerve in my body was on high alert for his touch.

"Damn it!" I saw him shutting his eyes. "You're so fucking sexy, my candy!" He groaned. I blushed at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. I couldn't deny the attraction between us, and as he leaned in to kiss me and pinned my wrist above my head. He sipped and then licked from my neck down to the upper part of my breast.

His tongue was like a flame, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. I couldn't resist his touch and melted into his embrace. My body arched towards him, begging for more. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips tightly as he brought me closer to him. I could feel him. He was so hard, so fucking hard. 

"Oh, god!" I couldn't help but moan in response. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily, lost in our own world of pleasure.

"Oh, god! Satoru," I moaned again.

I was in a trance, lost in the moment, when he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to take you slowly?" or hardly?" My heart raced when he said it. 

I knew that I wanted him to take me both ways—to experience the slow and sensual side of him as well as the intense and rough side. 

I shivered with anticipation, eager for what was to come next.

"Whatever you like..." My breath became ragged. "But I would like you to do it very hard." 

Those blue eyes darkened as I helped him unbutton his white dress shirt with his bow. My eyes wandered in his glorious body. I gasped as I ran my fingers across his iron-clad chest down to his six-pack abs. I felt his warmth through my fingertips.

"Fuck!" He said it under his labored breath.

"I want to ravish you." He intently stared at me. "You're so small and yet so fucking gorgeous beneath me." He leaned in and kissed me passionately, tasting the depths of my mouth.

Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. His hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. This was exactly where I wanted to be—in his arms, lost in the intensity of our desire.

He buckled his belt and quickly opened his zipper to free his hardened length. I eagerly reached for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking it slowly. He groaned, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I wanted him inside me, filling me up completely.

With a swift movement, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I could feel his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You asked for it hard, and that's exactly what you're going to get." My body trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself behind me, ready to take me in a way I had never experienced before. I braced myself, waiting for the first thrust, but instead he began to tease me with his hands, tracing circles over my back and down my spine. I let out a frustrated moan, desperate for him to take me.

"Fuck! Satoru, don't make me wait—" He plunged into me with a force that left me gasping for air.

"How's that, my candy?" He whispered.

I moaned softly as my only answer to his question. My mind was clouded with desire as Satoru's thrust got harder, hitting every corner inside me. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but grip the altar table's edge hard, like if that's where I get my strength.

Every movement of his hips was like an electric shock, sending me higher and higher until I was on the brink of release. He kept up the relentless pace, driving me to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep me from falling over. I could feel my body tense; it was like a shock to my system, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned his name, unable to contain the passion that was building inside of me.

"Shhh..." He hushed me while he was slowly thrusting inside me. "Do you want them to catch us fucking each other here, hmm?" He muttered.

I shook my head and closed my eyes as I focused on the sensations that were overwhelming me. I didn't care about anything else at that moment except for the pleasure that he was giving me.

His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the tension building inside of him as well. I knew that we were both close and that the climax was coming soon. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he sent me over the edge.

I tried to cry out his name again, but his reflexes were too fast; he claimed my lips. I moaned inside his mouth as the pleasure consumed me, and he followed shortly after, collapsing onto me with a sigh of satisfaction.

As we panted and tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered in that moment except for us. 

"I think that was the hottest sex we ever did," I mumbled.

He chuckled softly. He gave me a neck kiss while pressing his face into mine. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. We stay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. 

But as the moment passed, a sense of guilt crept in. We couldn't just ignore the fact that we were supposed to be at our best friend's wedding. I pulled away from him, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don't know if we should have done that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you regret doing it with me?"

"No, but—"

"But what, Hime?" He stared at me intently.

"But they will wonder if we are not there."

Eventually, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "we don't have to stop here. We could keep going all day if you wanted." I felt a shiver run through me at the suggestion, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You already know we can't…" I leaned forward and caressed his chest.

"Oh, yeah, that fucking wedding." He groaned.

He grabbed my hand when I tried to get up. "Satoru, we need to go back there—"

"I'll clean you up first." He grinned.

"Satoru, I didn't plan to skip Shoko's wedding. I promised her that I would be at her wedding, and I will be the maid of honor."

"But you didn't plan to make love with the groom's best man, did you?" I was unprepared for his question. Did he say we made love? I gasped. I tried to ask him to clarify what he said, but he had already stood to take my lacy lingerie.

I hugged myself to cover my naked body from his gaze. I shivered when our eyes met. His intense gaze could melt me. I couldn't believe he had that intense effect on me.

We had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that level of intimacy.

I tried to compose myself, but when he got nearer, I suddenly felt nervous. He knelt with one knee at me as he cleaned me up. I gasped every time his fingers touched my skin. He noticed that I was slowly getting aroused again, but he concentrated on what he was doing. 

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same intensity that I did. Was it just physical attraction, or was there something more? I wanted to ask him, but the words caught in my throat.

As he finished cleaning me up, he kept my lingerie with him. I saw a small smile on his lips. "Instead of attending their wedding, what if we do it again?" he whispered.

"Satoru!"

Note: The Priest by Sierra Simone inspired this oneshot. I wouldn't suggest it to someone who is really religiously sensitive. I hope you like this!

#juusauce #gojo satoru x utahime iori #utahime iori #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru smut #utahime iori smut #jjk imagines #jjk oneshot #gojo smut #utahime smut #rated r #please refrain reading this if you're a teenager #gojohime rise #gojohime smut #secret lovers