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Merry Christmas!🎄🎁 Wishing you and your loved ones the best! I always love reading through your blog. Hope the holiday and new year is kind to you! ❤️💚

❤️💚❤️💚

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Merry Christmas ⛄🎁🎄 -🍕

Merry Christmas! ❤️💚

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Hi my loves, emerging from the void to say that I passed my maternal/child final (93.8%!) and am finally on Christmas break!!

Also I got Nightbane (the sequel to Lightlark) and finished it last night and GOD, did not see that coming 😂

#em talks

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I’m about halfway through Fourth Wing….I am o OBSESSED 🐉🐉🐉

#em talks

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Saw The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes last night (sooooooo good), but I am officially guilty of swooning for President Snow after telling myself I wouldn’t 😂😂

#em talks #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas

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Hello! 👋 Just out of curiosity, have you seen the RWRB deleted scene w/ Henry and Alex by the campfire? That moment is just…magical. You can practically see, hear, and feel Henry falling in love with Alex as he tells his story. Truly a modern day fairytale ❤️🤍💙

GOD yes I loved that. My sweet broken baby 😭😭😭

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Aleksander...cuddles...😭🥺🤍🤍

That's it. That's the ask.

GOD I could use those rn. I've been doing practice questions about the labor process, postpartum, and high risk newborns for HOURS and I am TIRED 😂😭😭

A close second.....Nikolai cuddles

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Hi! I hope you're doing well, especially since you're in school at the moment, is that correct? Either way, considering it's been a while since you've been active I just wanted to check in to see how you were 😊

Hi! Yeah, I’m making my way through nursing school right now, so my writing has taken a definite backseat 😂. I’m in my maternal/child class right now, which is really interesting! But I’m still here if you wanna say hi! 🩵🩵

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My BF calls me cuddlebutts lol

That's freaking adorable 🥺🥺🥺

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Unwanted Interruption

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: An unwanted interruption on what should have been a lovely night...

Alex cherished nights like this.  When he caught a break with his law school course load, when Henry could leave work at the shelters for a weekend, when they could just be together.  It was a crisp early autumn evening in Brooklyn, but it was warm in the bar, both from the amount of people in the space and the liquor running through Alex’s veins.  Henry had peeled himself from his boyfriend’s side to use the restroom, leaving Alex alone at the bar.  

He smiled and thanked the bartender as she handed him his drink, the alcohol going down easy.  His face was flushed and his cheeks hurt from smiling, it was a good night.  Alex and Henry had lived in Brooklyn long enough that seeing them out and about had lost its novelty.  People were used to seeing Alex walking to the subway on his way to class, used to seeing Henry walking David, used to seeing the two of them hand in hand.

Alex was enjoying his buzz, meaning he didn’t notice when the energy in the room shifted, when people started whispering behind their hands when someone entered the bar.  He didn’t notice anything was amiss until he heard him.  “Alex, fancy seeing you here.”  No, not here, not now.  Alex didn’t turn around, he didn’t need to.  It was like someone dumped a bucket of ice water onto him, taking the delightful buzz he’d had away.  “M-Miguel.”

The reporter slid into Henry’s vacant seat, and nausea washed over Alex as he looked at him.  Miguel Ramos, the reason he and Henry were outed, the reason the entire world had the ability to read their love letters at will, the reason Ellen Claremont had nearly lost her second term, the reason Alex sometimes woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding out of his chest.

“Why so blue, amigo?  It’s like you’re not happy to see me.”  Alex didn’t respond, too focused on regulating his breathing.  “Where’s your Prince Charming?” Miguel continued, and Alex bit his lip, feeling his hands start to go numb.  “Did he leave for someone more…interesting?  Someone he doesn’t have to be ashamed to bring home to Granny?”  “Go away,” Alex managed, his voice strained, but Miguel wasn’t swayed.

“It’s such a shame to see you here all alone, Alex,” he said, laying a hand on Alex’s shoulder.  Alex stiffened, the air leaving his lungs.  “If you want to get out of here, I’d be more than happy to take you back to my hotel.  Have some fun…”  Miguel began trailing his hand down Alex’s chest, making bile rise in his throat.”  “S-stop,” Alex whimpered, tears pricking at his eyes.  “Don’t touch me.”

Miguel only laughed.  “Let’s see what that Prince of yours taught you.”  Alex was crying now, seconds away from a full-blown panic attack.  “D-don’t, please.  Stop, p-please…”  “Mierda, Alex, I–”  “I believe he told you to stop.”  Alex let out a sob when he heard Henry’s voice, turning his head to see the Prince standing there, face white with anger, blue eyes steely.  Miguel gave Henry a lazy smirk, which only served to fuel Henry’s rage.  

“Henry,” he said.  “Wonderful to meet you, I–”  “Get your hands off of him,” Henry snapped.  “I will not ask you again.”  Miguel chuckled, slowly removing his hand from Alex’s chest.  “Listen, it was just a bit of fun, Alex wa–”  Henry fisted Miguel’s collar, hauling him to his feet.  “I don’t believe I asked your opinion on the matter,” the Prince said, voice cold and shockingly regal.  In any other situation, Henry’s tone would have turned Alex on, but he was more focused on drawing breath into his lungs.

“H-hey man,” Miguel stammered.  “It was just a bit of fun, that’s all.”  “Was it?  It didn’t seem that way.  First you leak our emails, out us to the world, then you assault my boyfriend.  Do you get off on torturing us?”  “It was just a story!  Just a story, I swear!”  Henry shoved Miguel, making him trip over a barstool and fall to the ground.  He was immediately at Alex’s side, cupping his face tenderly in his hands.

“Alex, my love?  Can you hear me?”  Alex nodded, breaths shaky, vision blurry.  “Alright, sweetheart, just breathe with me, can you do that?”  Henry exaggerated his breaths, and Alex did his best to mirror them, but it was hard when he could still see Miguel in his periphery.  “Come here, darling, there we go…”  Henry eased Alex to his feet, wrapping his arms around him as he guided him to the exit.”  

Miguel sat up, holding the back of his head.  “I’ll have you charged with assault!” he cried, and Henry laughed.  “You can try,” he said, turning his body to keep Alex from Miguel’s view.  “You’d do well to remember that my mother is Princess of Wales, and that the Crown has substantial influence.  I could easily have you charged with harassment and attempted assault.  And do remember you’re in a bar full of witnesses.”

Indeed, the bar had fallen silent, and every patron and staff were glaring at Miguel with contempt.  Cash appeared at Henry’s side, guiding he and Alex outside and into the waiting car.  Once they were inside, Alex climbed into Henry’s lap, burying his face in his chest and sobbing.  Henry wrapped his arms around his lover, making soft shushing sounds and stroking his hair.  “It’s alright, my love,” Henry soothed.  “I’ve got you, you’re safe, darling.”

Alex let the wave crest, let the tears flow, let the tremors loose.  He wasn’t sure how long he was curled in Henry’s lap, crying and shaking, but when he managed to catch his breath, Henry smiled softly, kissing his forehead.  “There we are,” he said.  “There’s my Alex.”  He pressed a bottle of water into Alex’s palm, which he drank greedily before resting his head on Henry’s shoulder once more.  

“Are you alright?” Henry asked, and Alex shook his head.  “I…I froze,” he said.  “At first, he was just being a douche.  He was making me uncomfortable, but it was fine.  Then he t-touched me, and I…”  Alex shuddered, and Henry held him tighter, kissing his forehead.  “I’m sorry, Alex, I’m so sorry.”  “I think he was going to try to…”  Alex sobbed, and Henry felt rage, pure rage.  

“I was scared, H,” Alex said.  “I…fuck, I don’t know.”  Henry kissed his forehead again, clutching Alex to him.  “I’m so sorry that happened, sweetheart.”  Alex hummed, nuzzling closer.  “I’m just glad you were there.  There to…stop him.”  Henry tightened his hold on Alex, so tight now that it was almost painful, but Alex didn’t mind.  “I’ll do anything to protect you, Alex.  Anything, my love.” 

When they arrived home, Henry implemented what he’d dubbed the “Alex’s Anxiety Protocol.”  A warm bath, one of Henry’s hoodies and pair of sweatpants, hot cocoa with cinnamon, Empire on the TV, and snuggles with David; something that never failed to help Alex relax.  Sure enough, only a half hour into the movie, Alex was nodding off against Henry’s chest, David curled up in his lap, mug of hot chocolate empty on the end table.  “I love you,” Henry whispered, carding a hand through Alex’s drying curls.  “I’ll do anything to protect you, my love.”

The next morning, Henry busied himself before Alex woke by scrolling through the headlines.  There was a story about who Taylor Swift was rumored to be seeing, the designer a new singer had been seen wearing, and a thread of “Firstprince’s Cutest Twitter Exchanges”, but nothing about Henry and Miguel’s confrontation in the bar.  Maybe the reporter had a shred of common sense after all…

#firstprince #alex claremont diaz x henry fox #alex x henry #henry x alex #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb #red white and royal blue

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Interim

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: While Henry is living in New York, he decided to surprise his boyfriend in D.C.

It was strange–this interim period.  Alex was finishing classes at Georgetown, Henry was setting up his foundation in New York, Ellen had secured a second term, Alex and Henry were free to love each other openly; life was…good.  While Henry had his Brownstone in Brooklyn, Alex had rented an apartment in downtown D.C., having decided to move out of the Residence.  When he was finished with school, when he got accepted to NYU (because he would get accepted to NYU), he’d move to New York, but for now, having his own space was a nice change.  And being only 200 miles away from his boyfriend rather than 3,500 was certainly an advantage.

But the First Son couldn’t simply move into any old apartment.  No, it had to be approved by the Service and be revamped with the highest degree of security available.  Every resident of the apartment building and all the staff had been required to sign an NDA when Alex moved in, and only the building manager and members of the Service knew which apartment Alex lived in.  His mail was either delivered directly to him by whichever agent was on duty, or he picked it up on his way to or from classes.

Which is why it wasn’t unusual for Alex to receive a text from Amy, who was stationed in the lobby for her shift.  There’s a delivery here for you.  It’s already been cleared.  Alex didn’t remember ordering anything, but it was entirely possible he had and completely forgotten.  As he made his way down to the lobby, he was pondering what on earth might be waiting for him.  A book?  A new phone case?  Something from his mother?

What Alex certainly wasn’t expecting was to find Henry standing in the lobby, a beaming smile on his face, a bouquet of two dozen red roses in hand.  “Baby?” Alex said, and he was immediately running towards him, not caring that the people milling about could see.  They’d signed NDAs anyhow.  Amy stepped forward and took the flowers before Alex could crush them between his and Henry’s bodies as he flung himself at the Prince, wrapping him in a crushing embrace.

Henry held him close, kissing Alex’s temple as he breathed in his scent: spices and coffee, and simply Alex.  “Hi, my love,” he said, carding a hand through Alex’s hair.  “What’re you doing here?” Alex asked, and Henry kissed him, cradling his face in his hands.  “Am I not allowed to come see my boyfriend?”  “Well, yeah, but aren’t you busy with the shelters?”  Henry smiled, tracing a thumb over Alex’s cheekbone.

“Pez is handling things for the weekend.  And I recall hearing that someone doesn’t have any exams next week and has a free weekend…”  It made something flutter in Alex’s heart to know that Henry knew his schedule and that he cared enough to come in from New York just for him.  “God, I love you so much, you know that?”  “I believe you’ve told me once or twice, darling,” Henry responded.  “But I could stand to hear it again.”

Alex laughed, pressing his lips to Henry’s, letting his fingers tangle in his blond locks.  “Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchirsten-Windsor, I love you so stupidly fucking much.”  “And I love you, my dear.  Now, might my stupidly handsome boyfriend take me upstairs?”  Alex beamed.  “I’ll never get tired of you calling me your boyfriend, baby.  And yes, please, you’ve been here for 10 minutes, and I already want to do several bad things to you.”

***

Nearly two hours later, Alex lay curled up in Henry’s arms, both of them bare beneath the covers, Henry pressing lazy kisses to Alex’s skin.  “You are so beautiful,” the Prince mused, and Alex felt his face heat.  “Like…like someone brought a priceless piece of artwork to life.”  Alex blushed deeper, turning his face into his boyfriend’s chest.  “Don’t hide, love,” Henry said gently, coaxing Alex’s face upwards to look at him.  “God, you are perfect.  My perfect, beautiful love.”

Alex whimpered, something that made Henry’s heart skip several beats, and he kissed him, wrapping his arms around Henry’s neck, pulling him closer.  “How are you real?” Alex asked.  “How are you here, how are you mine?”  Henry’s heart couldn’t help but break.  His Alex had been through more than he deserved, had had his heart broken far more than anyone should.  And Henry was fortunate enough to have earned that heart, and he knew with absolute certainty that he would defend it.

“I’m yours, my love,” Henry said, cupping Alex’s cheek, smiling when he leaned into the touch.  “Because you are devastatingly kind, funny, generous, intelligent, and yes, ridiculously handsome.  I am yours because you see me for me, not the Prince others see.  And I am yours because despite my flaws and problems, you love me.  And Alex, my darling, you love me so well.  And I love you, sweetheart, more than anything else in the world.”

Alex sniffled, Henry’s words had brought him to tears.  “More than David?”  “Don’t tell him, but just a bit, yes.”  Alex laughed, and Henry swiped away his tears.  “I am yours, Alex, for as long as you’ll have me.  I love you.”  “I love you too, H.  God, I love you.”  Henry smiled, kissing him once more, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around him.  Alex wanted nothing more than to have this every moment of every day; Henry in his bed, in his arms, but for now, until Henry’s shelters were on their feet, until Alex was done at Georgetown, this…this interim…this was wonderful

#firstprince #firstprince fluff #alex claremont diaz x henry fox #alex x henry #henry x alex #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb

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WHERE DID YOU GOOO

BACK TO SCHOOOOLLL!

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Masterlists have been updated!

I start school tomorrow, so I'll just update the masterlists if/when I write something and won't make an announcement about it

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Pining

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Benedict is happy to pine from afar, until...

Benedict had never held such affections for a woman, not before he met you.  It had been an ordinary night that Benedict had decided to spend at Granvil’s place downtown.  Said place happened to be a brothel, but he never partook in the more carnal activities.  Instead, he spoke to like minded individuals about the art world, the pieces they were working on, or busied himself painting whatever model was posing that evening.

Then, he’d met you, and the world tipped on its axis.  You were singularly beautiful, but Benedict’s attraction went far beyond that.  You were well-read, witty, sharp, and talented.  Your still lifes rivaled those of William Blake, and you managed to capture your subject in such a way they appeared they could leap off of the canvas.  He’d approached, and the pair of you hit it off instantly.

You also hailed from a large family, though you were the eldest while Benedict was the second eldest.  “Though I am a daughter, so I do not know if it counts.”  Benedict had merely laughed.  “Do not sell yourself short, Y/N.  You are most certainly a credit to your family.”  Before he knew it, Benedict was spending nearly every evening at the brothel, though he brought no artwork home to show for it.  Instead, his nights consisted of conversing with you, learning every little thing about you, and, as Benedict soon realized, falling in love with you.

He would have been content to pine from afar had it not been for a newcomer: Mister Alexander Smithwell.  He was fresh off a tour of the Continent, and was boasting the masterpieces he had seen.  You, it seemed, had struck a friendship with Mr. Smithwell, but the so-called gentleman quickly became far too close to you for Benedict’s liking.  He stood too close, touched too casually, things that lit the flames of rage in Benedict.

You were a lady, for heaven’s sake, you deserved to be treated like one.  Such was the case now.  You were speaking to Mr. Smithwell about the museums in Rome, laughing at some joke he told, while Benedict sat on a nearby chair, clutching his glass of whiskey so hard, he feared it might shatter.  You looked over Smithwell’s shoulder at him, your face crinkling into a soft smile when you saw him, something that eased the tension in Benedict’s chest.  “Excuse me,” you said, ducking out of the conversation and making your way over to Benedict.

“You ought to get that looked at,” you said, and Benedict frowned.  “Whatever are you talking about?”  “That scowl,” you responded.  “Surely it is not healthy for one to scowl so much for so long.  What has you so verklempt, Benedict?”  You had forgone formalities, at least here, as your friendship was strong enough.  “He is too bold,” Benedict answered.  “Too casual with you.  Smithwell forgets himself.”

“No more than you,” you said, and Benedict whirled to look at you.  “You cannot be in earnest,” he said, brows raised.  “He speaks to you as he would a shop maid I speak to you as–”  “As what?”  “As an equal, as one I respect.”  You saw it then, the way his jaw clenched when he looked at Smithwell, the way he was quick to defend you.  “Wait a minute,” you said.  “You’re jealous.”  “I am not,” Benedict replied, all too quickly, and you laughed.  “You are!  Benedict Bridgerton, you are jealous!”

He flushed scarlet, and you laughed again.  “Perhaps I am,” he hedged, and you smiled.  “My word, I do not think I have ever had a gentleman be jealous over me.”  “Haven’t you?  I find that quite hard to believe.”  You cocked your head.  “How so?”  “Well,” Benedict answered.  “You are quite beautiful, and your intellect rivals that of many gentlemen I have spoken to.  I would think men would be throwing themselves at you.”

You shook your head.  “They aren’t.  None I care for, anyway…”  A heavy silence descended between you, and Benedict picked up on the slightest hint.  “Would you…mind if I called upon you, Y/N?”  You sighed, a smile on your face.  “I was wondering how long it would take you to ask, Benedict.  I would be delighted.”  To his shock, you pressed a fleeting kiss to his cheek before you rose and departed, leaving Benedict stunned.  He brought a hand to his cheek, swearing he could still feel the impression your lips left there.  Tomorrow morning, then, he would call on you.  And hopefully, soon after, he could call you his.

#benedict bridgerton x you #bridgerton reader insert #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fanfiction

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Kings and Queens

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by 2 Anons

Summary: The coronation ball of King Nikolai and Queen Y/N...

Smut!

It was a joyous day for Ravka.  Your husband had finally been crowned as King, the war was over, finally, there was peace.  The ceremony had gone flawlessly, and the look that Nikolai gave you when the Apparat set the state crown atop your head, proclaiming your Sovereign Queen of Ravka would live in your mind forever; a look of pride and absolute adoration.

There was a reception held afterward, during which Nikolai couldn’t take his eyes off of you.  Your coronation gown was shimmering gold silk and tulle, the Double Eagle embroidered on the train.  You’d returned the state crown to the Royal Vault, swapping it for a diamond encrusted crown that was no less extravagant and caught the light whenever you moved.  Nikolai had you on his arm for every single dance, whispering praises of your beauty in your ear.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” you asked during your fifth dance of the night.  Nikolai smirked, spinning you around the ballroom.  “Can a man not admire his wife’s ethereal beauty?”  “He can, but for the last hour, you’ve been eyeing me like you would a juicy steak.”  Nikolai went scarlet, and you leaned in a bit closer.  “Can I be honest, Y/N?”  “Always.”  “I…I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now.”

Nikolai’s voice was low and raspy, and it sent arousal sparking through your body.  You were always beautiful, but today, you were radiant.  He couldn’t explain it, perhaps it was the significance of the day, perhaps it was how easily you took to your new role as Queen, but Nikolai wanted you.  No, he needed you, he had for hours.  You sucked in a breath, trailing your hand up his arm until it rested on his shoulder.  “Well, my love,” you said, your own voice dripping with lust.

“Say you want me, and I’m all yours.”  Nikolai nearly snarled as he surged forward to kiss you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “I want you,” your husband whispered against your lips, and you smiled.  “Then I’m all yours, love.”  Nikolai kissed you again before taking your hand and leading you from the ballroom.  If anyone saw or wondered where you were going, who cared?  You were a Queen in her own Palace, you’d do as you liked.  

You barely made it out of the ballroom before Nikolai was kissing you, lips on yours, your jaw, and your neck.  “If you keep looking at me like that,” you said, clutching his shoulders.  “We’re not going to make it to bed.”  Nikolai moaned softly, nipping your neck.  “Last I checked, I’m the King, and you’re the Queen.  Which means this is our Palace, which means we can do whatever we want…”

Nikolai had  started lifting your skirts, but he paused, awaiting your response.  It didn’t matter that he was so hard, he feared he’d tear his trousers open, if you said no, he’d lift you up and carry you to your rooms, or he’d let you walk away and force himself to calm down before joining you.  But you nodded, and your husband smirked, kissing you again as he hiked your skirts over your hips, easing one of your legs over his waist.

With one hand, he unfastened his trousers and freed his aching cock, aligning the tip with your entrance.  “Fuck me,” you whispered, and Nikolai thurst forward, swallowing you answering moan with a kiss.  He fucked you hard and fast, there wasn’t time for him to worship the way he would have liked.  But that would come later, in the privacy of your rooms, where Nikolai would strip you bare, make you come on his fingers, his tongue, and finally, his cock.

“Nikolai!” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him in for another kiss.  “Fuck, right there!”  “Right here, sweetheart?” he replied, kissing your neck, though he resisted sucking a mark there.  If you had a hickey at your coronation ball, Nikolai knew you’d never forgive him.  “Y-yes!  Fuck, Kolya, don’t stop!”  Nikolai moaned, speeding his thrusts a bit, already close.

When he reached between your bodies to rub your clit, you couldn’t hold back the moan and tore itself from your throat, and Nikolai couldn’t be bothered to stop you.  “Are you close, pretty girl?”  “Mhmm,” was all you could manage, feeling your cunt begin to squeeze around your husband’s cock.  “Then come for me, Y/N.  Come on my cock, love.”  Nikolai kept his thrusts at an even pace, rubbing tight circles around your clit, and you were coming, your head tipping back against the wall, a shuddering, breathy moan leaving your mouth.

Nikolai tumbled over the edge a moment later, pressing his face into your exposed throat as he came.  As you caught your breath, Nikolai kissed your cheek, gently pulling out of you and lowering your leg to the ground, righting your voluminous skirts as he did.  “Do I look too disheveled?” you asked, and your husband shook his head, kissing you again as he tucked himself back into his trousers.

“You look perfect, Y/N.  You always do.”  With one more kiss, he took your arm and led you back into the ballroom.  You received a few knowing glances, but for the most part, your absence went unnoticed.  You caught your reflection in a window, seeing that your hair was still perfectly styled, your makeup was neat, and your dress was unwrinkled.  “Nikolai,” you said, taking his hand and pulling him to you, kissing him deeply.  “I love you, my King.”  Nikolai beamed, returning your kiss.  “And I love you, my Queen.”

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone reader insert #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone fanfiction

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Joggers

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: On a trip to the lake house, Henry's choice of attire catches Alex's eye…

Smut!

It was wonderful seeing Henry like this: free, comfortable, happy.  Ellen had secured her second term, there was no reason for Alex and Henry to hide anymore.  They were free to love each other openly, free to scream from the rooftops that I love the Prince of England, and no one could stop him.  It was the week following the election, and Alex had seized the opportunity to take Henry back to the lake house for a week, to give them the time to relax and just be with each other that they so desperately needed and deserved.

It shouldn’t be possible, to fall more and more in love with someone every time you saw them, but there Alex was, doing just that.  Henry was on one of the lounge chairs out back, the book he was currently plowing his way through open in his hands.  Alex had come outside with the intent of asking his boyfriend if he wanted anything to eat, but upon seeing him, his thoughts turned in a very different direction.

Henry was wearing one of Alex’s hoodies, something the Prince did quite often, and a pair of charcoal gray joggers.  As Alex stood, dumbstruck by how stupidly beautiful his boyfriend was, he distantly thought that he’d never seen Henry in sweatpants before.  And that seeing said boyfriend in sweatpants apparently turned him on far more than Alex had anticipated.  Christ, he’d seen Henry in designer suits, in his sinfully tight polo bottoms, he’d seen him naked for fuck’s sake, but for some reason, seeing him in a pair of jogger sweatpants had every drop of blood in his body running south.

So, Alex shifted his plans.  He moved to stand next to Henry, taking his book and lying it face down on the nearby table.  “Alex, what are y-” Henry began, but trailed off when Alex deposited himself in his lap and pressed his lips to his.  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, baby?” Alex asked, kissing Henry’s jaw.  Henry sighed, tipping his head back, allowing Alex more access to his throat, which he happily pressed kisses to.

“What has gotten into you, love?” Henry asked, and Alex kissed him again, shifting from Henry’s lap to kneel on the ground, trailing his lips down his clothed chest as he did.  “Alex, what are you…?”  “Fuck, baby, I don’t know why, but seeing you in sweats…it’s doing it for me, alright?”  Alex kissed Henry’s hip through his joggers, letting his lips drift toward his covered cock, which was hardening quickly under Alex’s ministrations. When Alex began mouthing at Henry’s cock, the Prince let out a strangled moan, his hand shooting to Alex’s hair, gently wrapping his fingers through the midnight strands.

“Can I suck your dick, baby?” Alex asked, looking up at his boyfriend though his lashes, those fucking eyelashes, and Henry nodded.  “Yes, Alex, please.”  Alex untied the drawstring of Henry’s joggers and tugged them down, Henry lifting his hips to get them down, and Alex let out a rather loud moan.  Henry had forgone underwear, and Alex felt his cock throb in his jeans.  “Are you trying to kill me, H?”  Henry laughed, cupping Alex’s cheek tenderly.

“Perhaps I’m trying to give you ease of access, darling.”  Alex scoffed, dipping his head to take his boyfriend into his mouth.  Henry let out a shuddering breath as Alex wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, bobbing his head while resting his hands on Henry’s hips.  “Shit, Alex, you’re so good at this.”  Alex flushed with pride, taking Henry deeper, swallowing around his length.

Henry tugged on Alex’s hair gently, and Alex brought a hand up to cover Henry’s on the back of his head.  Unfortunately, Alex couldn’t take all of Henry in his mouth at once, but he had wrapped a hand around the inch or so he couldn’t suck and was stroking in time with his mouth.  Henry was moaning softly, sounds that would absolutely be filling Alex’s dreams tonight.  “Alex, fuck, I…I need…”

Alex hummed, which made Henry buck his hips, which in turn made Alex moan again.  Henry was close, Alex knew, but he wasn’t expecting to be pushed away.  “Alex,” Henry panted.  “Shit, Alex.”  “Are you okay?” he replied.  “Did I do something wrong?”  “No!” Henry quickly assured.  “No, love, you’re perfect.  But I want to come with your cock inside me.”  Alex could have come from his words alone, but he stood, pulling Henry to his feet and kissing him hungrily.

Henry could taste himself on Alex’s tongue, and he didn’t bother righting his sweats as he and Alex made their way inside and to the bedroom.  Alex pushed Henry onto the bed, hurriedly pulling his sweatshirt over his head and pulling his jeans and boxers off.  Henry had kicked his joggers off completely and was in the process of removing his (Alex’s, really) hoodie.  Finally, they were both naked, and Alex snagged a condom and the bottle of lube from the dresser before joining his boyfriend. 

“How do you want me, baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Henry’s lips.  He slicked his fingers and began working Henry open, relishing in the breathy sighs and moans he let out.  “I want you close,” Henry said.  “I want to feel you.”  Alex nodded, bending to kiss him, his free hand cupping his cheek.  Once Henry was sufficiently prepped, Alex withdrew his fingers and rolled a condom on, kneeling between the Prince’s spread legs.

Slowly, Alex pressed in, watching Henry’s face for any signs of discomfort.  There were none, but the way Henry’s brows furrowed together, his eyes shut, and jaw dropped, made Alex surge forward and kiss him again.  He kept his body close to Henry’s, their chests nearly flush.  Alex rested his forehead against Henry’s, one hand still cupping his cheek, the other finding his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“So beautiful,” Alex praised.  “My beautiful baby.”  Henry was still unused to being praised, especially so openly, and his boyfriend’s words made his breath hitch.  “A-Alex,” he whispered, and the man above him slowly began thrusting.  “I love you, H.  I love you so much.”  Henry tipped his face upwards to kiss Alex, wrapping his arm around his neck, pulling him closer.  “Fuck, you feel so good,” Henry managed, his voice slightly shaky.

Alex fucked him a bit harder, shifting the angle of his hips to hit Henry’s prostate, which had the Prince crying out and clutching at Alex’s hair.  “Fuck, Alex, I…I’m close.”  “Yeah, sweetheart?  Gonna come for me?”  Henry nodded, arching his back as he felt his orgasm creeping steadily closer.  Alex pressed his lips to Henry’s neck, sucking a mark there, one that Henry wouldn’t have to cover up, one that he could wear with pride for the rest of their stay at the lake house.

“Alex,” Henry gasped.  “Alex, fuck, right there, don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”  Alex complied, continuing to hit his prostate head on, and when he nipped the tender flesh over his collarbone, Henry shattered, wrapping his legs around Alex’s waist as he came.  “Fuck, Hen, you’re perfect,” Alex said, sealing his lips over his boyfriend’s.  Only five thrusts later, Alex met his peak, and he collapsed atop Henry, both breathing heavily.

For several minutes, they simply laid there, Alex’s softening cock still within Henry.  “I love you so much, H,” he whispered, kissing Henry’s temple.  “I love you too, darling.  But if you don’t get off of me, I might suffocate.”  Alex laughed slowly pulling out and rolling off of Henry, removing and disposing of the condom before pulling his boyfriend into his arms.  Henry eagerly snuggled into his chest, kissing his pec, just over his heart.

“So,” Henry said after another few minutes.  “Joggers, huh?”  Alex sighed, playfully pinching Henry’s arm.  “Shut up, Your Majesty.”  Henry laughed, kissing the underside of Alex’s jaw.  “You know perfectly well it’s ‘Your Royal Highness’ by now, dear.  And if you want to see me in sweatpants more often, I am certainly not complaining.”  Alex cocked his head, looking at the beautiful, perfect man in his arms.  

“You’d better keep that behind closed doors, baby,” Alex said, stroking the bare skin of Henry’s back.  “If you wear joggers in public, I might jump you.”  Henry laughed, finding Alex’s hand and holding it, kissing his knuckles, lingering on his signet ring.  “And I might let you.”  Alex laughed, pressing his lips to Henry’s, the kiss lingering.  “Don’t give me ideas, Hen.  You know I have bad impulse control.”

Henry only smiled, kissing him again, the pair of them getting lost in each other.  When they surfaced from the bliss of the other’s arms, hours later, it was to settle themselves in the kitchen while Alex made dinner.  Henry perched in Alex’s lap on the patio as they ate, the pair looking up at the stars well into the night.  Yes, Alex could get used to this; seeing the love of his life so happy, so free.

#firstprince #alex claremont diaz x henry fox #alex x henry #henry x alex #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb #red white and royal blue

[thebadgerclan]

Letters

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: You find Aleksander's letters...

Aleksander could feel your anger when he entered your shared rooms.  “Y/N?” he called, stepping into his study, where he found you.  You were seated at his desk, a thick stack of letters before you.  Aleksander recognized them at once, and his heart stopped.  You looked at him with a cold smile, and he froze further.  “Aleksander,” you said, voice hard.  “How wonderful of you to join me.  I had planned on a romantic evening for us, but then I stumbled upon these.”

You gestured to the letters, and Aleksander took a stiff step forward.  “Why were you going through my things?” he asked, foolishly going on the defensive.  You laughed, a frigid, icy sound.  “I was looking for wax for a seal,” you explained.  “Because I was going to write you a love letter.  Imagine my surprise when I found an entire stack of them!  From another woman!”  “Y/N, I–”  “How long, Aleksander?  How long have you been carrying on behind my back, and how long were you planning on keeping it from me?”

Aleksander shook his head.  “Y/N, please, let me–”  “My beloved Aleksander,” you read from one of the letters.  “I cannot stop thinking about the way you touched me last night, how your tongue felt on my–”  “Enough!  Y/N, those letters were from a woman named Luda.”  “Oh, Luda, is she?  Well, I hope Luda will keep you company, because I’m done.”  You stood up, crossing the room and exiting, slamming the door behind you.

Your lover–was he still your lover?--decided to give you a bit of time to cool off before talking to you.  Aleksander tried to busy himself by looking over the latest reports sent in from Second Army camps, but all he could think about was you.  After only an hour, he found you in your old rooms, rooms that you seldom stayed in anymore.  “Y/N,” he said.  “Please, let me explain.”

You said nothing, which Aleksander took as an opportunity to speak.  “I’m sorry that you found those letters, Y/N.  I…I never meant for anyone to find them.”  “Is that what you call an apology?” you sniped, standing up and walking over to him.  “I find love letters, explicit love letters, to you, from another woman, and all you can say is that you wish I hadn’t found them?  Really, Aleksander?”  

“Luda is dead!” Aleksadner shouted, and you fell silent.  “W-what?”  “Luda. Is.  Dead, Y/N.  She has been dead for nearly 400 years.  She was the first person to love me for who I was, not what I was, not what I could do.  She didn’t fear me, she didn’t try to use me.  She loved me, and I loved her.  And it got her killed.”  “400 years,” you whispered, and Aleksander nodded.  

“She died shortly before I created the Fold.  It was my grief that drove me, in part, I think.  Y/N, you are the one I love, only you.  You, my beautiful, precious girl, I love you.  I love you so much that it drives me mad, that I cannot breathe when you aren’t here.”  He took your hands, and when you didn’t pull away, Aleksander let himself smile.  “Why do you still have them?” you asked, tears pricking at your eyes.  “If I’m the only woman you love, why hold on to pieces of another?”

Aleksander hesitated, taking a deep breath to steady himself.  “I…do not have an answer for you, Y/N.  But believe me, you are it for me, for the rest of my life.  I love you.”  Why had Aleksander kept the letters?  Luda had loved him, yes, and he had loved her.  But she was long dead, joining the Making at The Heart of The World before the Unsea had come to be.  And he had you, you who loved him, cherished him, adored him.  

“I understand if you hate me,” he said.  “I kept those letters from you, and if you don’t forgive me, I…”  Aleksander trailed off when you cupped his cheek, making him look at you.  “I don’t hate you,” you said.  “I don’t think I could hate you if I tried.  I’m sorry, I overreacted.”  “No!” Aleksander replied, resting his hand atop yours on his cheek.  “You didn’t.  If I found letters from another man, even if he were gone, I would be incensed…. My love, I am so sorry.  From here on out, I promise, there will be no secrets between us.”

You smiled, going on your tiptoes to kiss him, making Aleksander smile against your lips.  “No secrets,” you agreed, and he took your hand, leading you back to his rooms.  Aleksander allowed himself one last look at Luda’s letters before feeding them to the fire, wrapping you in his arms after they were reduced to ash.  Aleksander smiled, basking in the warmth he felt in his heart, the feeling that only you could give him.  There was one secret he was keeping from you, however, but you would know it soon, when he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him.

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