#King Roan smut

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞﹒

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Bellamy Blake - Drop ship

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ You're an Azgeda assassin sent to kill Bellamy after the mass genocides to Trikru. Azgeda assassins are supposed to be stone-cold, and feel nothing, but what happens when a certain boy tries to gain your trust ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: smut, nsfw, oral, a little violence

Day two

Sitting atop my horse, Swan, I was studying the boy beyond the trees. He knew I was here, he was also studying me as well. He goes by the name 'Bellamy Blake', an oddly long name, but a name you don't see every day.

I was here to kill him.

To deliver his head to my buyers, Titus, the fleimkepa, and King Roan.

I had been following this Bellamy for two days, he's known I was following him for a few hours, and my horse had given it away.

I like to study my targets, see what they are like, study their mannerisms, and how they survive. It isn't standard, most assassins would've had it done within the hour. I've had the chance to kill him plenty of times. He is always so vulnerable to attacks, or maybe he knows that and is testing me.

Bellamy carries himself well for the most part, he's a good shot but very loud, as most Skaikru are. It was fairly easy to track him. The first day I was sent he was at their initial landing spot, what they call a 'dropship'. I wasn't sure why he wasn't behind the walls of Arkadia, could they have banished him?

My thoughts were cut short when I realized I had lost sight of him, I couldn't believe I got so caught up in my own thoughts to realize he was gone.

I hitched Swan and treaded lightly to his last position by the river.

Under a rock was a note and a piece of fish, the note would've been nice if I could read it.

The ignorance of Skaikru.

It wasn't that I couldn't speak English, in fact, I was fluent, as all warriors and assassins are. Only the warriors are taught English along with Trigdasleng, it was so we could understand the Mountain Men, well when they were a threat.

Thank you, Clarke.

I had tossed the piece of fish back into the river as I didn't trust Bellamy, I mean I was here to kill him after all.

Looking into the dirt I saw a heavy set of footprints, foolish boy. They were leading back to the dropship, were he was spending most of his days. His schedule was very plain, wake up, walk to the river, eat, walk back. Very boring for a sky person.

I walked back to Swan to hitch her somewhere safe and headed towards the dropship carefully.

Clearly not careful enough as I ended up in a trap, a bear trap of some sorts. It didn't have jagged edges like a normal trap, it was flat and only applied enough pressure to injure my foot and land me on the ground.

"Who are you?"

I heard a voice call from the bushes, it was very easy to spot him as he was a fairly tall man. How stupid could I have been? I wasn't even watching where I was looking? The trap wasn't even hidden that well and I walked right into it. I got weak. Clumsy. I let my guard down. I could never call myself an Azgeda assassin after this.

Moments passed without an answer from me and he was growing impatient.

"I said who are you? I am not afraid to kill you, grounder." Bellamy yelled, now emerging from the bushes with a pistol in hand. I may have let my guard down but I wouldn't let this man intimidate me.

"Azgeda," I say flatly, not revealing anything else.

Bellamy pondered for a moment, his gaze on me remained strong, not daring to look away, it was clear I intimidated him.

"Ice Nation? I said who are you."

No response.

"Tell me or I swear I will pull this trigger!" He shouted, stepping closer until the barrel of the gun was against my forehead.

I had already accepted death.

"Ai gonplei ste odon." My fight is over.

Bellamy had pistol-whipped me, and before I knew it I was knocked out.

Day three

I had awoken tied to the ladder in the dropship. Looking around I saw that most things were covered in tar from the fire, the only clean things being Bellamy's makeshift bed and his other belongings, as well as all my armor and layers, leaving me in a simple t-shirt; which I could only assume was his, and my jeans.

I was tied down with leftover seatbelts, very sturdy, I had struggled before finally giving in after a headache caught up with me.

I groaned in pain, death would've been kinder than a pistolwhip. Where even was he? Had he just left me here to rot?

A few moments after Bellamy had appeared from behind the red tarp acting as a door, he was wearing what he always wears. A gray shirt paired with his usual black jacket, with certain patches gone missing. His hair and face had been littered with dirt and blood, though I was sure the blood wasn't his.

"Good, you're awake. Makes this a lot easier." Bellamy spoke, swiftly walking to his pack next to his bed. My worry grew when he pulled something out, was he going to kill me now?

He pulled out a water flask and walked over to me, I'd never drink from an enemy's flask.

Bellamy put the flask to my mouth, when I pulled my face away he sighed and took a sip himself to show me it was safe. I still didn't trust it.

I took a big sip, and once he pulled it away I spit the water back into his face. He pursed his lips, seemingly trying to keep his anger down. I'd never be this man's peace.

"A bath would do you good, ripa." Murderer. Even without a bath, his scent was.. likable.

He scoffed amusingly, "That's funny coming from you, grounder."

Bellamy stood up, wiping away the water with his hand and turning his back towards me.

"What do you want from me?" He continued, grabbing a chair and sitting it close in front of me.

I refused to answer, I only stared at him with anger.

"I have all day, princess." He spoke, leaning back in the chair and pulling out a wrapped ration from his pocket. He was going to eat in front of me, what kind of torture method was this? And princess? Who does Bellamy think he is?

A few hours had passed since then and I really had to go. I'd been holding it in for hours but I was at my limit. Bellamy was still staring at me through it all, he could tell I was starting to get uneasy.

"I need to go..." I let out in a barely audible whisper, quickly regaining his attention.

"What was that?"

"I need to go."

The dots seemed to connect in his mind and he nodded, getting up ready to let my wrists free.

"Tell me your name first," Bellamy demanded.

Are you serious? Of course, he would stoop this low.

"y/n," I spoke with a sigh, I had no other choice but to give in. And with a nod, he freed me- well, for the most part, one of my hands was still attached to a seatbelt, which he was holding.

Bellamy led me out of the dropship and to the side, god, this was so embarrassing.

"Can you at least turn around?" I questioned, my voice wavering for the first time since I met him. So much for not being intimidated.

With a silent nod he turned to the side and I did my business, a real gentleman, pistol-whipping me, and tying me up.

Though I had no room to speak.

Day four

I was back on the ladder, and Bellamy was in his now usual spot. Right in front of me. I hadn't eaten in two days, he knew this. And he used it against me.

"Now, princess, why were you following me?" Bellamy questioned, waving a piece of fish in his hand, like I was some dog he was rewarding for good behavior.

Was he trying to train me?

I had come to the conclusion I either answer the question or die of starvation. I already failed the mission, I could never return to Azgeda or Polis. I couldn't face what was waiting for me.

"I was hired to kill you." I flatly state, eyeing the fish and practically drooling over it.

Bellamy seemed satisfied with this answer and handed me the piece with a small nod, which I quickly scarfed down. I watched him pull another from the little silver bag.

He really was training me.

"Why didn't you? You've been following me for a few days, and had plenty of chances."

I thought about my answer for a few seconds, "You were intriguing. You didn't act like how they described."

He only smiled at this, for reasons I couldn't comprehend. But I got another piece of fish so I didn't really care.

"Well, until you pistolwhipped me," I added in between bites. His smile slowly faded.

"Sorry about that, I didn't wanna kill you."

"Cause you needed answers?"

He hesitated.

"Yeah."

Day five - smut

The isolation had started to get to me, Bellamy being the only person I could see, and I started to notice more things about him. The way his back muscles would flex when he changed clothes. How defined his arms were and how defined his entire body was.

I cursed myself for having these thoughts about Bellamy, I was his prisoner, and I should be scared for my life.

It was particularly hot this morning, so Bellamy decided the best option was to be shirtless. All. Day.

His chest was well shaven surprisingly, and his pants sagged low, low enough to see his V line. That only brought worse thoughts. Thoughts I couldn't suppress.

He hadn't asked me any questions since I've awoken, I assume he's given up and doesn't need me anymore.

"Like the view?" He asks, snapping me out of my trance, how long had he known I was staring?

His gaze on me was intense. He knew I wouldn't answer his question so he only stepped closer and closer, leaning down when he got close enough to me.

"Keep looking pretty for me, yeah princess?" He spoke, his voice becoming husky.

A bright red tint lined my face at his words. Nobody had ever spoken to me in that way. I couldn't reply, too filled with nerves to form a comprehensible sentence, all I could do was stare at the handsome man before me and hope he didn't notice how vulnerable he made me.

Bellamy seemed to get an idea, with a smirk he stood up and sat back in the chair.

Leaning back he began unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants just below his bulge. I was more turned on than I'd ever been. Was he really going to do what I think he's gonna do? Now this is torture. Not being able to touch him.

Bellamy started palming himself through his boxers, letting little grunts slip past his mouth, meanwhile maintaining full eye contact with me- though my eyes were focused on his hands. I wanted so desperately for that to be my hands touching him, my hands making him feel good.

A few seconds passed before he pulled his boxers down just enough to reveal his entire cock, causing me to clench my thighs together tightly; craving any friction I could get. I now only realized the shirt I was wearing still had his scent on it, it was intoxicating.

He started stroking himself slowly, leaning his head back in pleasure. I needed him.

"Bellamy," I spoke, my voice laced with lust and need, my entire body feeling warm. His name sounded so good coming from my mouth. Bellamy's eyes locked back with mine as his pace quickened.

"Princess," His voice sounded breathy. The nickname did no help in calming me down. I wasn't sure what to say next.

Bellamy stood up and walked closer to me.

"On your knees." He demanded, to which I quickly obliged, finally getting what I wanted. I got to my knees and looked up at him, his cock resting on my rose-tinted cheek while his hand caressed my other cheek, moving down to my mouth and running his thumb along my lower lip; asking for entrance.

Opening my mouth I felt his thumb explore it, pressing softly against my tongue, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.

"So good for me." Bellamy praised before tapping his tip against my tongue, the taste being surprisingly good given the limited resources. He slowly inserted his cock into my mouth, releasing a loud groan of pleasure once he hit the back of my throat, the warmth feeling amazing against his dick.

His hand instinctively grabbed ahold of my hair, holding my head in place as he started throat fucking me. I began breathing through my nose and using my tongue to feel against his shaft. Bellamy's moans only grew louder and his breathing became erratic.

My mouth was doing this to him, I was making him feel so good.

"Just like that." He whispered between moans, noticing the tears that began to coat my cheeks.

His free hand gripped the ladder steps above my head. The hand on my hair gripped tighter than before, I could tell he was close.

His tip hit the back of my throat relentlessly, I was sure I'd have trouble speaking after this, but its be so worth it. I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth, his thrust slowly becoming sloppy.

"Doing so good, princess, so good, so fucking good."

My throat began to hurt from the abuse of his dick, and with one final deep thrust, I felt his warm cum fill my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop of the salty substance. Once he was sure he was done Bellamy pulled out, leaving my mouth feeling empty, missing the feeling of his cock. He was covered in sweat and I was covered in tears, but in this moment he never looked sexier.

I felt my hands drop to my sides, was he letting me free?

"Let's get cleaned up." He spoke, dropping the seat belt completely and helping me up. I stumbled a bit but used him as support. I was free but I didn't want to run.

In this moment nothing else mattered but him.

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[sleepershell]

Azgeda Charm

synopsis The sister of Ontari from Azgeda decides it could be fun to free the sky boy pretending to be her sister’s fleimkepa.

word count 2668

note originally posted on Ao3

warnings 18+ minors please DNI, smut, swearing, penetrative sex, oral sex female receiving, dubious consent but not really, dom! reader, sub! murphy

pairing John Murphy x f!reader

“Chains? Really, she’s chained her pet up now?” She’s always been a bit overzealous, but my sister really has gotten herself into it this time. How does she expect no one to find out that she isn’t a true commander? Without the flame she’s just my idiot sister. “Give me the key. Now.”

I shove her man aside and stalk toward her quarters. He grunts, but won’t do anything about my treatment of him. If there’s anything good to say about my sister it’s that she protects me. In fact, I’m probably the only person other than Roan, Nia, and their goons who could ever talk back to her without getting skewered.

I’m quiet as I near the door, creeping extra slowly in my heavy boots. With my ear to the wood I hear the muffled sounds of her speaking to him–the scrawny Skaikru boy.

“There’s somebody else, okay? I’m sorry.” Doesn’t sound sorry to me. My breath tightens in my chest, my sister doesn’t like to be told no. And, if he fights her on it, she will certainly win, one way or another…

“Is she a commander too?” Well, you’re not really a commander are you, Ontari?

“No.” Chains rattle within. So she did have him chained up. What a charmer my sister is. I feel my heartbeat quicken but I can’t tell why. As though I’m in battle when I am not.

“Would she kill you if you ever lied to her,” The chains make a cracking sound, and I hear him grunt. “Did anything to break her trust, or upset her in any-”

I’m moving before I can think better of it. I don’t know why I would do such a horribly foolish thing but I do. When the door slams open Ontari is there, pulling him toward her by a chain that is cuffed around his neck. The look on his face is a perplexing one, hesitant but willing, typical man. I scoff. Loyalty is a myth. Ontari is bare, of course flaunting the body that has always been so much better than mine.

“Sister!” She is displeased. “You are interrupting.”

I shake my head at her. “Chit yu dula op?”

“Just having a little fun.” She grits out. I raise my brows at her, and she crosses her arms over her perky, bare breasts like an insolent child.

“Well. Glad to see you’ve learned some things about enslaving people.” I glance pointedly at the chain still in one of her hands. I can tell that upset her, but it’s true. How can she abuse her power like this when we’ve lived under the fist of others for so long? “Anyway, you wanted to know when King Roan arrived. He has.”

My sister sucks in a breath, composing herself. “Of course. Thank you, sister.” I lean in the doorway as she dresses and shift my glance over to see that her ‘fleimkepa’ is eyeing me cautiously. I narrow my eyes in return. He must be a snake to have fallen in with Ontari. Of course, I’m not much better. I’ve killed for her.

She slips past me. “And what should I do with your prisoner?” I mock.

“Don’t touch,” she hisses.

“Don’t worry.” I slam the door behind her before turning to take in the scene before me. It’s a pitiful display. The sky boy’s face is decorated in lines of dried blood, and he looks ridiculous in the robes he’s clad in. “Hello, liar.” He frowns. I can tell he doesn’t want to say anything, doesn’t want to reveal his hand without knowing how much I already know. “What is your name?”

“People call me Murphy.”

“I didn’t ask what people call you. I asked for your name.”

He smirks but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It seems he’s used to playing pretend. “John Murphy.”

I approach him, our eyes not breaking contact. His are dark blue and difficult to read. I reach up and unlock the collar around his neck, dropping it to the floor in a loud metal thud. He isn’t bad looking. I noticed it when Ontari first began toting him around. I’m unsure if it’s the strong nose or the way his lips curl into a sarcastic smile at the slightest hint of play. He’s like a child that way.

“Well you’re welcome, John Murphy.” I turn away from him, walking toward the window. Everything is so big in Polis, and it’s startling to look down from so high up. “You should go before my sister returns.”

“Go? So you’ll disobey her?”

I can’t help but giggle at that. When I turn around he looks deadly serious. “I’m not afraid of her. Not like you, sky boy.”

“Sky boy.” He chuckles. “Alright, so if I walk out that door right now you won’t be killing me?”

“Nope.” I extend a hand toward the door. He shrugs and approaches it.

“Thanks. Your name?” He asks.

“(Y/n).” He nods. He does not go anywhere. I feel my stomach knotting. Ontari would very much not like this.

“Why do you stay with your sister?”

“She’s my sister.”

“Look, I’m not going to pry the answer out of you. You clearly don’t like her.” So casually he speaks to me, though I could easily murder him right here and anyone else surely would have already. There’s a knife at my hip, another in my boot. It would be too easy. “You could leave.”

At that, I scoff. “With you?”

“Well, I could manage getting out of here myself but it’d be a lot easier if you walked me out in chains.”

Ontari was right about him. He is smart, foxlike. I’ve always admired foxes, you know, before my sister would go in for the kill. I suddenly feel bare, but there’s no way he could know how much I’ve wanted to leave. I’ve spent my entire life in Ontari’s shadow. My perfect Natblida sister. And she has no idea the way Nia’s men would treat me behind closed doors, no idea the things I’ve done to protect her. My feet are moving now–what is it about this boy that makes me so thoughtless?

He holds out his wrists and I begin to tie them up. He flinches in pain as I pull the knot tight, and I tut at him. “Is it the sky that makes you all so weak, or just the coddling from your mothers?”

“I don’t have a mother anymore. Or a father.”

I meet his eyes, and again have no idea what I see in them.

“Then we are the same. Come on.” I yank him along with me, taking a huge breath before leaving the room. This could be very easy or end in Ontari slaying him on sight and finding some way to punish me. Why did I care if this pet of her’s died? “Hurry.” I hissed.

We’ve made it down the first hallway when I hear sounds from around the next corner. Luckily, there’s a shallow alcove in the dark to our left. I slam him into it, clasping my hand over his mouth and pressing my body tight against him. Hopefully this will be enough. He winks at me and I glare back.

Whoever it was passes us without incident, and we make the rest of our journey out undetected. Outside, he holds his hands out to me.

“I don’t think so.” I grin.

“Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into now.”

I lead him out of Polis, toward the surrounding forest where we won’t be so easily found. Pleased with our progress, I stop to rest.

“Are you letting me out of this anytime soon or should I be trying to escape?”

With my back to him, I ask the question that’s been on my mind. “You said to my sister there’s someone else. Is there?”

“There was. But, no, not anymore.” It’s a loaded answer, but one that causes my stomach to flutter regardless.

“So, you rejected your commander even without another woman on your mind?”

“We both know she isn’t a commander. And I don’t have a commander. Kind of a loner, when I’m not chained up.”

I turn. “And you find yourself chained up often, I assume?”

He shrugs. “More often than I’d like.”

I take a step toward him. If I could just read him this wouldn’t be so difficult. But if there’s one language I’m familiar with, it’s force. So, as I walk past him, I kick his knees out from under and he falls forward onto them. “So I’m to believe you don’t like being tied up?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” I circle him, his eyes trained on me.

“How far would you go?” I am so out of my depth, but the way he looks up at me from below is like a drug. I could be this girl, the one who makes men fall on their knees. Maybe that’s who I am when men aren’t asking me to talk to my sister for them.

He blinks, and the first real smile I’ve seen breaks out on his face. “I’m yours.”

Those words alone send me into a frenzy. A sound escapes my throat and I grab him by the back of his head smashing my lips into his. He knows more of this than I do, I can tell, but when I back away there’s nothing mocking in the way he looks at me.

I take off my jacket first, then hesitate. This is the part I’ve always feared. “I don’t look like Ontari.” As if he couldn’t see already that she was built athletic and delicate like a doe and I was certainly not.

“And?” What an ass. But it works. I swallow and began to undress. As I do so, I don’t expect him to say anything. I know I’m bigger than her. But I can still have this. I don’t look at him until he clears his throat. “You’re beautiful.”

“What?” I croak.

“Do you need me to say it again? I want you.”

That’s it. I close the space between us. He eyes my tits from below. “Touch me.” I command.

He lifts his bound hands and raises a brow. I Shake my head ‘no.’ He'll have to figure it out. And he does. He brushes them up one leg and I shiver. He traces figure eights at the apex of my thighs. I part my legs in response, then grab his hand and bring it to my mouth. I take his first two fingers as far as they go, getting them wet, before returning them to him.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath. He brushes his fingers over my folds and then parts them. The fingers find their way to my entrance and I let out a moan. In response, he dives into me, pulling his fingers almost out before sliding them back in, over and over. His index finger curls inside me and my legs threaten to give out.

“John.” His eyes shoot up to me, as though I’ve said something more jarring than his own name. “I want your tongue.”

I lean back on the rough bark of a nearby tree and tilt my pelvis forward to give him access. He wastes no time in finding my clit, swirling his tongue around it. It’s almost too much all at once and I pull back.

“Can’t handle it?” I give him a halfhearted smack across the cheek, and it gives him all the answer he needs. His mouth finds me again, this time determined and rhythmic. Fuck. Who taught him how to do that?

My fingers find their way into his hair, and I tug at it as his mouth brings me closer and closer to oblivion. As it nears, I can’t hold back my whimpering moans, and he groans in response, the vibration of it sending me over the edge entirely. Braced against the tree, my body tremors in pleasure. When I glance back down he looks too smug.

“What are you smiling about?”

“Oh, nothing. Although you might want to work on your knot tying.” He raises the rope I’d tied around his wrists, his face smug.

I trace a finger down the side of his face, down along his neck. When I reach his chest, I give a hard shove, knocking him back onto the ground. While he’s still in shock, I grasp his hands and pin them down. Now he looks hungry.

“Would you like to be let go?” I ask in the sweetest voice I can muster, fluttering my eyelashes.

He shakes his head once. His eyes do not meet me, but are focused on my breasts which dangle right above him. I know what he wants, so I lean closer and he takes one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirls, and I feel the hardness in his pants against my swollen cunt. I can’t help but rub myself on it and soon can’t take it anymore.

I let go of my grasp on him so I can undo the buttons on his pants. Apparently I take too long, because he slips his hands under mine and whips his cock out for me. My eyes widen and my pussy clenches at the sight. He is much more endowed than I would’ve expected from one of the weak sky people.

“You like what you see?” He is amused, and so I give his cock a light smack. He winces.

“I could kill you.” We smile at one another. This could be a very good arrangement.

I ease myself onto his hard cock. I’m so wet from before that it slips inside me with no resistance. We both let out involuntary moans as I’m filled with him.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He gasps.

His cock is long enough that I whimper when it is fully sheathed. He looks to pleased at that, so I lean forward and let his cock fall out. He growls in frustration as I thrust my clit on him.

“If you want me to put it back in, you’re going to have to beg.”

“You’re sadistic.”

“You seem to like it quite a bit.” I look down at his cock to drive my point.

“Fine. Please ride my cock?”

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”

“(Y/n), please ride my fucking cock, I feel like im going to burst.”

“Yes, John.” I slide him back inside and roll my hips. His hands find their way to my waist and I start to bounce on him. He feels incredible inside me, and I start to ride harder. I want his fucking come inside me.

My hands find their way around his neck, beginning to cut off blood flow. His eyes roll back, and suddenly he’s lifting me up with his hands so that his hips can do all the work. He pounds so hard that he is hitting what feels like the very end of me. I clench around him, wanting it to never fucking end.

“Harder.” He groans, and I oblige, clenching down around his throat.

His face begins to turn color and I start to wonder if I’ve gone too far when he lets out a long, animalistic groan and I feel him twitching inside me. His pleasure goes on longer than I thought possible, and the load inside me must be huge. When he’s finished, I lay forward, letting him remain inside me. We are both spent, our panting breaths nearly in tandem as I lay bare on top of him in the forest.

I place a kiss on his jaw, close to his ear and whisper. “Well, that was fun.”

He cranes his neck to look down on me, his brows furrowed slightly. “Where are you going now?”

I realize I have no idea. I’ve never been without my sister before. So I shrug.

“I’m taking you with me.”

xx

[toffeelemon]

sapphic wilmon fics as sapphic songs🩷🧡🤍

this is a (play)list of some of my favourite genderbent au wilmon fics as sapphic songs to celebrate the wilmon tag on ao3 hitting 5k works!

I won't treat you like you're oh so typical by saynomore @saynomorefic [T, 9k, 1/2]

non-royal AU. rare butch wille/femme simon! delicious sexuality realisation friends to lovers

I'd be home with you by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 6k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe fluffy established relationship valentine's date.

Comes on the common tongue of your loving me by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 1k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. simon being a teasing lil shit

Santa Claus won't make me happy (but you will) by MarvellKya17 @i-love-semicolons [E, 3k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. christmas themed, semi-public sex with toys

The altar is my hips by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 1k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. new year's eve themed and excellent lesbian sacrilege as usual

Bubblegum by stealthy_chameleon @stealthy-chameleon [E, 2k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon cute mutual pining to smut speed run

the taste of lace and you by willesworld @willesworld [E, 3k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. wille in lingerie.

Look at me when you're alone by Gwendolyn @shouldntbearevolution [E, 3k, 1/1]

dom she/they simon giving wille a lap dance... yeah

Something Bittersweet by embracedthevoid @embracedthevoid [E, 9k, 2/2]

a series of 2 fics. non-royal AU. enemies to lovers. hate sex. still pretending to be enemies hehe. public sex.

good friends by phnelt @phneltwrites [E,4k, 1/1]

established wilmon and (straight friend) felice threesome. trust me sksk.

[bluestar22x]

July

Sweet Summer - July

Summary: An evening at the Pena ranch turns into a night to remember.

Pairing: Javier Pena x Virgin!Reader (She’s in her 30s, just late to the game)

Rating: 18+ series, explicit chapter

Warnings: Explicit smut, fowl language, reader is insecure, then not, Javi being a consent king and literally perfect.

Word Count: 5,879

Author’s Note: This is the most spicy piece I’ve ever written (appropriate for Javi) and yet also one of the sweetest. I melted writing it.

xxx

“I knew dating you was a smart choice,” you joked as you stroked the thick neck of the chestnut gelding tied up to a post just outside of the Pena barn.

One of Javier’s eyebrows shot up and he folded his arms, an expression of mock disapproval on his face. “You only dated me to get access to the horses?”

“Not only,” you replied, drawing out your words.

He chuckled and let his arms hang loose. “Well, let’s hop on. I’ve got an idea of where we could go for a nice view. Do you need a boost?”

You smirked at him and easily swung up into the saddle on the horse’s back.

“Show off,” Javier muttered, but he wasn’t annoyed. His eyes only held amusement.

He walked around your mount to get to his, a blue roan mare, and climbed onto her, his movement a bit less smooth than yours. “You confident about your riding skills?”

“It’s like riding a bike, isn’t it?” you said, not really asking. “I’m confident it’ll come back to me. See? I already have my heels down and everything.”

You both glanced at your boot covered feet in the stirrups and he smiled. “You’ve got the beginner stuff down at least.”

“So what are their names?” you inquired, scratching your mount’s neck. The gelding groaned and leaned into your touch, causing you giggle.

Javier smiled softly at the bright sound bubbling up from you. “He’s Red. And this mare’s Stormy.”

“Plain and simple,” you noted.

“Yeah, well, my dad’s a simple man,” Javier told you as he gave Stormy a pat. “You ready to head out?”

You nodded, and he led you away from the main yard of the ranch at a walk, out into open country. As you set out, you took time to bask in the fading sunlight, eyes closed, the heat from it finally tolerable.

July afternoons in Texas were often too hot to work horses, so Javier had suggested you come by later in the day for a ride, just as things were starting to cool down. It turned out to be the perfect time.

Red turned out to be perfect too, or as perfect as any horse could be anyway. You’d ridden several beginner horses in your lifetime, but none were both laid back and responsive like he was. You barely had to tug the reins to redirect his head, you barely had to dig in a heel for him to pick up his pace slightly, into a faster walk, and he had an air of calm that made you trust him like no other horse before. He made you feel confident, and that was important to have as a rider.

Javier must’ve sensed it because several minutes into the ride he suggested loping. “If we want to make it to the spot I have in mind before the sun fully sets, we’re going to have to pick up the pace. But only if you’re ready.”

You nodded. “I am.”

To prove your point, you clicked your tongue at Red and leaned slightly forward, encouraging him into a faster speed. He arched his neck immediately and his gait swiftly changed into one of a rocking motion. You were instantly reminded why the lope was your favorite horse gait. It was smooth, predictable, and yet still speedy enough to give you a thrill. You gave a yip to the darkening sky above and dared to steal a look at Javier, who had urged Stormy to keep the same stride as Red.

When you had first met him five weeks ago, you’d teasingly endowed him with the nickname cowboy, but it wasn’t until that evening, when he was riding a horse beside you, that he’d actually looked like one to you. Eyes focused ahead, seat steady, dressed in a red plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, and a tan pair of riding boots. He might have looked like he stepped right out of an old western, if he wasn’t missing the cowboy hat, but even without it, he sold it.

You felt a flame ignite in your belly as you observed him. You had a thing for cowboys, and you had a major thing for Javier. His broad shoulders, his strong nose, his large hands, his kind eyes, and his rumbling low voice. You’d found yourself totally distracted by him when Red suddenly stumbled over a rock in your path, lurching forward enough to unseat you, nearly causing you to flip over his neck. Luckily, you’d latched onto the saddle horn the split second it occurred and managed to steady yourself, a gasp flying out of your mouth as you did so.

“You alright?” Javier asked, as he slowed Stormy to walk alongside Red again, concerned.

You tilted your head away from him, trying to hide the embarrassment you had over letting your attention get drawn away from the ride. It really wasn’t the time.

“I’m fine,” you answered. “Does Red look okay? I don’t feel him limping but it’s not like I’m an expert.”

Javier studied the horse for a few moments, eyes scanning over his legs, shoulders, and hips and he shook his head. “He looks good to me. He didn’t stumble too badly.”

“Yeah, I just wasn’t paying enough attention to stay balanced,” you huffed.

Javier shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.” If he knew why you’d been caught off guard, he didn’t show it. “We’re here.”

You peered between Red’s ears and spotted a few hills up ahead, right along the border of wire fencing surrounding the Pena property. When Javier pointed Stormy at the middle hill and began climbing it, you followed suit on Red, smiling. Of course. Watching the sun set on a hill. The range of view it provided probably made it the best scenic spot on the ranch.

You were pretty certain of it after you watched the last of the sun’s rays dip behind the horizon at the top, no light left except for a few lingering streaks of gold and orange highlighting the clouds in the sky. It was far from the first time you’d seen a sunset, but it was the first time in your memory that you’d witnessed the exact moment day became night. The sight of it over the arid landscape, from Red’s back, left you sucking in a sharp breath. It was funny how something that happened every day could be so beautiful.

“You’re lucky to have this place,” you told Javier. “I’d kill for a view like this.”

He chuckled. “Hopefully not in a literal sense.”

You snorted and his expression turned serious as he sighed. “When I was a teenager, I wanted nothing more than to get away from here. I found it boring. I wanted to see the world.”

“Did you?” you questioned.

His mouth twisted into something like a grimace. “Not in the way I wanted to.”

“Do you still find it boring here?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But being bored isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a man.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You didn’t know what Javier had gone through during his time as a DEA agent, he wasn’t very open about it, didn’t willingly divulge much about it except occasional stories about his old partner Steve and his family. And your relationship was still too new for you to feel like you had the right to dig. You didn’t need to know, after all. Whatever had happened when he was taking down cartels in Colombia, whatever he had done, that was in the past.

You had fallen into a quiet spell after that, but it was quickly broken by your stomach growling loudly.

You felt your cheeks heat up again as Javier laughed at the noise. “Guess we should head back.”

You agreed quietly and followed him back to the ranch at a jog, as the sky darkened enough for the first stars to come out, content with not saying anything else. Javier didn’t seem to mind your silence, but he did break it as the ranch house came into view.

“Do you need to get home to feed Trix?” he inquired, his eyes darting over to you.

“No,” you replied quickly. “Actually, I had a friend take her home tonight, in case I was late getting home tonight.”

Tomorrow morning late.

Do not get embarrassed, you chided yourself mentally.

You’d been pondering over it a lot over the last week. You’d thought about how easy things were with Javier, how much you’d come to trust him in the last month you’d been dating, and how he had never asked for anything more than you’d been willing to give.

It wasn’t like a month was that long, right? But you felt like it had been long enough. Too long taking your situation in consideration. You’d decided you were ready to take the next step with him if he was, but you being you, you couldn’t just spell out your intentions for him.

The way Javier tensed in the saddle for a moment, you guessed your intent was clear enough. You reveled a little when you noticed him swallowing hard.

“So do you want to join me in the house for supper after we untack the horses?” he inquired. “I can’t promise much, I’m not exactly a cook, but I think we have some eggs I could scramble and a loaf of bread for some toast. We always have enough coffee on hand.”

“Your dad won’t mind?” you prodded. You’d figured you’d go out to eat and end up at your place, not in the ranch house shared with his father.

“He’s actually visiting his sister for the weekend,” Javier informed you. “Not that he would’ve.”

You couldn’t believe the timing. Your heart fluttered at the idea of you and Javier having the whole house to yourselves. No neighbors like at your apartment. Not a single pair of prying eyes or ears to worry about. You bit your bottom lip.

“I’d love to,” you said, hopping off Red when he was a few feet from the front door of the barn.

Javier’s lips curled upward slightly. “Great.”

He swung off Stormy’s back and guided her into the barn, leading you by example. You brought the horses into the two empty stalls at the back the barn, the other two occupied by slightly shorter horses, a paint and a dapple gray that was built very similarly to Red. You both made quick work of untacking your mounts, grooming them, and giving them hay for the night, along with the other horses.

With a goodnight kiss to Red’s velvety muzzle you strolled down the barn aisle side by side with Javier, anxiety starting to pool in the pit of your stomach over how the night might turn out, your self-confidence seemingly plummeting to an all-time low as you overthought. But you were too stubborn, too tired of taking the easy way out, to let that shut you down so fast.

After you exited the barn, stepping back on the dirt drive to the Pena household you cleared your throat, simply to get Javier’s attention. When his eyes met yours, you nodded at your car. “I’ve got a change of clothes. Would you mind if I used your shower to get cleaned up before supper?”

His eyes widened slightly, and surprise was written all over his face. “Uh, sure. I’ll cook the eggs and get the coffee going while you do that.”

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks.”

x

The Pena house was ancient as far as houses in Texas went, but it was well kept and maintained for a place that hadn’t had a woman’s touch in at least a decade. It was cozy, if not a little stuffy, made worst by the lack of air conditioning. 

As soon as you’d entered the house, Javier had gotten to work getting out everything he’d need to cook the eggs and you’d climbed the stairs to the second floor, following the directions he’d given you to find the bathroom. Not that it was hard to find. First door to the right of the stairs.

It felt strange stripping bare in a household you’d never been in before, even in the bathroom with the door closed. It was different than being in a hotel room with friends or family. You weren’t used to being naked in the home of a person you didn’t know a month ago. You may have trusted Javier, but the awkwardness was still there. You shrugged off the feeling. Afterall, if you couldn’t take an innocent little shower in his house, how would you fuck him?

You used the cheap 2 in 1 shampoo that was on the shower shelf for your hair, making sure to work it into your hair until there were plenty of suds, then rinsed and used one of the new bars of soap you’d found in the room’s cabinet to clean your body. It took maybe six minutes before you were out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, headed for your bag on the countertop.

You hadn’t just packed some fresh clothes in it, but also a toothbrush and toothpaste, and you used them then, just in case you wouldn’t have time to brush after the supper, though you planned to take a moment to do so.

Another three minutes and you were downstairs, the smell of eggs and toast and coffee filled your nostrils way before you reached the kitchen.

“Smells good,” you called out as you turned the corner to enter the room.

Javier smiled at you as you plopped yourself down at the table. “Better?”

You nodded as you pulled a hair tie out of your left front pocket to tie back your damp hair. “Much. And I thought New York summers were hot.”

“Food’s done,” he announced, shutting off the stove burner he was using and pulling a pair of plates out of the cabinet next to the sink. “Come eat.”

As if you hadn’t hinted at deepening your relationship, you and Javier talked over supper like you typically did on your dates, about anything and everything that popped into your heads. Something a family member had done, a friend, people at work, or about the animals. You hadn’t seen each other since Sunday afternoon, six days ago, and Javier wasn’t big on phone calls, so there was a fair bit to catch up on.

After you’d eaten your fill, you both stood to dump your plates in the sink.

“Leave the mess for now,” he told you. “I’m going to go take a shower and get into clean clothes too, then I’ll pick up. There are movies on the shelf by the TV in the living room. If you want, you could pick out one and we could watch it when I’m out?”

“Sure,” you said, having no intention of leaving the mess alone, nor watching a movie after.

“Make yourself at home,” he shouted back down as he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as he was out of sight, you got to work, shoving utensils and plates into the dishwasher and scrubbing the pan he’d used for the eggs under running warm water. After washing the pan and anything else that couldn’t be washed by machine, you wiped down the stove and tabletop before taking to the living room to pace around.

For the hell of it, you took a couple minutes to look through the pile of video tapes by the TV, mostly old westerns and 80s cop shows. You decided to pick one out just so you had something in hand when Javier returned, settling for The Magnificent Seven. You hadn’t watched a lot of westerns growing up, but you’d heard that was a pretty decent one, so you planted yourself on the couch with the case in hand.

He joined you less than a minute later, hands on his hips. “You didn’t need to clean up.”

“I wanted to,” you declared. “In my house growing up the cook never washed the dishes after.”

He shook his head. “So did you choose out a movie?”

You raised the hand grasping the video tape.

“Good choice,” he said approvingly, flopping down beside you. “You ready to watch?”

“After I use the bathroom,” you told him, pushing yourself back up onto your feet.

As soon as you were out of sight, you raced up the stairs, taking time to pee and to brush your teeth one more time, afraid any remnants of supper would ruin any possible moments. 

You cursed the wayward curls on your forehead when you looked in the mirror and chose to let your hair hang loose again so they blended in better. After you’d brushed your hair out with your fingers so it wasn’t so flat from the tie, you made your way back to the living room.

“All set now,” you announced, hoping the nervousness in your voice wouldn’t give away what you were about to say next.

“I already popped in the movie,” Javier notified you as you sat back down, one of your knees brushing against his as you twisted in your seat to face him. “We just need to press play.”

You nodded, putting on a thoughtful look for show. “What if I don’t want to watch a movie?”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead and he smirked, amused. “Impatient, carino?”

“I knew you’d gotten the hint,” you murmured as you leaned forward to let your lips nearly brush his.

“It wasn’t exactly subtitle,” he informed you.

“Oh well.” You pressed your lips against his and he immediately opened up to you, letting you slip your tongue inside as you eagerly pulled yourself onto his lap.

This much you were used to, this much you’d done with him before. He’d helped you refine your kisses with practice, and you’d quickly become confident about your techniques once you’d gotten good enough to draw a groan from him and that is what you set out to do again on that couch.

When the sound slipped out from somewhere deep in his throat, you jerked away from him just enough to speak. “Show me to your room.”

“Are you sure about this?” he asked lowly, cupping one of your cheeks with a rough hand, his dark brown eyes searching yours earnestly.

“I think the slow burn’s gone on long enough,” you joked, kissing him again, nipping at his bottom lip. He grunted at that and deepened it once more.

After a few moments he led you upstairs, to the second room on the left, dragging you inside and grabbing you by the waist, his lips never leaving yours for longer than a split second. He walked you to his bed, sitting on the edge and patting his legs. You got the message and straddled him, sitting on his lap more directly than you had on the couch.

With nothing but moonlight to guide you in the dark, you reached for the hem of the clean gray t-shirt Javier had worn after his shower and removed it, throwing it to the ground as you placed your mouth back on his and splayed your hands over his bare chest.

What a dream he was, and it was only just the beginning. Every muscle in your body already humming with anticipation, with arousal. You let him tug your shirt over your head without a second thought, and closed your eyes as he nibbled the delicate skin along your collarbone, shivering at the pleasant graze of his teeth and his tongue on you. You gasped a little, lost in the moment.

But you quickly snapped out of it when you felt his hands reaching to unclasp your lacy bra, the one you’d specially bought just for him. You stopped him with your hands over his biceps, gripping them firmly.

He glanced up at you, confusion written on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather keep the bra on tonight,” you answered breathlessly.

He frowned, lips almost forming into a pout. “Why?”

You could tell by his inflection that he wasn’t trying to pressure you with the question or make you feel stupid about your reluctance, he genuinely wanted to know your reason, to understand it, but it still made you feel more self-conscious than you’d ever felt before in your life.

You didn’t want to lie, but you did try to shrug it off like it wasn’t actually a big deal to you. “They just look better like that.”

Your breasts had never been as perky and well-shaped as the ones women tended to have on TV and they were your least favorite part of your body. You’d been hoping that, for at least one night, you could avoid...flaunting them. You’d thought it would be easy enough to avoid if you bought a fancy bra to contain them.

Javier’s eyes softened a bit, and he kissed you along your jaw, drawing a quiet moan from you. “If you’d rather keep it on for comfort, that’s alright, but don’t do it because you’re worried about my opinion of them. I promise I’m not a picky man, carino. And I’d like to touch you there. To kiss you there.”

He dipped his head down to kiss the center of your chest, as if to give you a preview, and you sucked in a deep breath. God, you wanted him to. Despite your reservations about the condition of your breasts, you desperately wanted him to explore them, to know what it felt like.

You swallowed hard. “Okay. Yes.”

He easily unclipped your bra and set your breasts free, watching them fall onto your chest, and you watched for his reaction, breath catching in your chest with apprehension.

You saw the exact moment his eyes darkened with lust, and you gnawed on your lip upon witnessing it. Your breasts turning him on was the last thing you’d expected on that night.

“Can I touch them?” he inquired, his voice raspier than before.

You whined at him. “Yes, Javi.”

He cupped them in his hands, kneading them, and his thumbs found your nipples, massaging them, moving in a circular pattern. You gasped and arched your back as they hardened, eyes closing to the pleasant sensation his touch sparked in you.

The next thing you knew his hot mouth was on your right one and you moaned loudly as his tongue dragged over the bud. He took his time to work over it, then the left, before returning his mouth to yours and pulling you in close, palms pressed against your bare back.

“You are perfect just the way you are, baby.” He grunted. “So damn sensitive. You sound so good.” His voice was strained, and it wasn’t the only part of him that was. You could feel his bulge through his jeans, and as he started grinding against your own jean clad center, your stomach did a flip when you gave recognition to the fact that he was hard for you. For the longest time you hadn’t believed you could be that attractive to anyone.

Your biggest insecurity about your body overcome, you felt empowered after, untouchable by your other, less notable ones, like the one you had for the faint stretch marks that ran along your belly and thighs, and the puzzle shaped birth mark on your right thigh that made that part of your skin lighter than the rest. They all faded to the back of your brain as your focus became single minded.

You stood and pushed off your jeans, kicking them aside in a beat, and your hands impatiently reached for the top button on his. He let you undo it and lifted his hips so you could peel his pants off. They were so form fitting the move nearly pulled his boxers off with them, revealing the happy trail between his hips as they rode dangerously low.

With your next kiss you were back on his lap, hands gripping his strong shoulders tightly as his hands found your hips.

He nibbled on your neck, and his mustache lightly brushed the delicate skin there, making you pitch forward with a giggle. “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” he apologized under his breath, though a grin was plastered on his face.

You grinned back at him. “No, I like it.”

You kept kissing each other, mouths mapping whatever skin you could easily reach, and somewhere during that time you’d shifted, positioned your body so that one of his thighs was straddled between your legs, pressed to your cunt. It took you a minute to realize you were rotating your hips, rubbing yourself against the firm muscle underneath his skin and your thin lacy underwear.

Your cheeks heated when you noticed and you immediately stilled your hips, redirecting your passion to mouthing at his neck.

He groaned his disappointment. “Don’t stop, hermosa, keep going. Try to get yourself off on my thigh. I want to see it.”

Your breath hitched and you nearly bit down on the slope of his shoulder when those words tumbled out of his mouth. “Fuck, Javi, don’t tell me that like that.” You might as well have been struck by lightning.

He chuckled and beamed up at you unapologetically, tightening his hold on your hips a little more to help you keep balance as you started back up again. You felt a bit silly dry humping his leg at first, but the way he stared up at your face reverently, with his pupils blown wide open, erased it and you fully embraced the situation, digging your nails into his shoulders for purchase as you moved.

The friction between your folds, your thin underwear, and his thigh caused by your rolling hips felt so good you got completely lost in it, eyes half mast, breaths catching. You could feel something building within you, making the pit of your stomach burn and the space between your legs throb. Your heart began to race, sweat broke out over your brow, and you let out a loud moan.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Javier told you with a moan of his own, eyes glued to your face except for the occasional glance to where you were riding him. You felt a thrill coarse through you after hearing his admiration, and felt yourself get tantalizingly close to climaxing, but after a while you realized getting yourself to tip over the edge was going to be impossible. It just wasn’t quite enough.

You blew out a frustrated sound and Javier pursed his lips. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t, not like this,” you admitted regretfully. “It’s not enough.” If only it was.

He stroked his hands up and down your back, like he was trying to soothe you. “Can I try something? Can I touch you here?”

One of his hands went to the front of your underwear and your heart jumped. You’d wanted to know for so long what it would be like for a man to touch you there, so long that you didn’t even hesitant to agree to it. He slipped his hand under the fabric after you gave him permission and you felt his thick fingers start to circle your most sensitive bits, getting coated by your wetness as he did so.

You lurched forward at the extra contact, and in under a minute his fingers had you flying over the edge, crying out his name as you came harder than you’d ever on your own. You clutched to him for several seconds after before you pulled away to kiss him heatedly.

“Felt so good,” you panted against his lips. “But I want to feel you in me, Javi. Please.”

“You don’t have to beg hermosa,” he said with a groan, his hands cupping your face. “I want it just as bad. But I gotta know first, is this your first time?”

You froze, suddenly reminded of that other big insecurity that had managed to not rear its ugly head until he’d brought it up. You chewed your lip nervously. “How’d you guess?”

He smiled at you softly. “Our first kiss hinted that might be the case.”

Your eyes fell away from his. You knew you shouldn’t be, but there was a part of you that couldn’t help but feel ashamed. “I didn’t want to bring it up.”

“Why not?” he prompted, expression nonjudgmental.

“Cause it’s embarrassing, a woman my age.”

“Nothing wrong with waiting,” Javier assured you.

“You’re not bothered by it?” you asked, hopeful. To your knowledge, most men preferred women who were experienced, who knew what they were doing. Certainly a man like Javier would be one of them?

He shook his head firmly. “I promise I’m not, carino. I’d like to make you come one more time before though. With my fingers inside you this time.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and groaned. You had to be living some kind of fantasy. This couldn’t be real. “Fuck, go for it.”

He laughed and shifted, scooping you up and twisting around so you were laying on your back against the bedspread. He crawled between your thighs, kissed the spot right over your heart, and his left hand wrapped around the back of your neck as his right wandered down between your legs.

He removed your underwear swiftly and started working you up with his fingers again, and you gasped when he slipped a thick finger inside you, then eventually two, taking his time to stretch you out. It felt indescribably good as he pumped them in and out of you, the rest of his fingers pressed against your clit, making your core flood with heat again.

You dug your nails into his back, but he didn’t seem to care, if anything it seemed maddening for him. You’d later distantly recall that he had ground himself against the mattress because of it, desperate for a tiny bit of relief, right before your second orgasm hit you. 

Chest heaving, you lifted your hands to palm your sweaty face afterwards. “Holy hell Javi, you’re good at that.”

He smirked down at you, pleased with himself. “Think you’re ready now?”

You were already reaching for the waistband of his boxers, even though you’d barely recovered from your last high.

“Wanna answer the question, baby?” he inquired, though his eyes danced, amused by your enthusiasm.

You growled lowly. “You can bet I am.”

He helped you remove his boxers and when his cock sprung forth you ran a hand down its hard length, curious to know the feeling. 

He bucked into your touch reflexively and you beamed at him almost wickedly, riding a high of confidence. “That feel good?”

“Will feel much better in a minute,” he hissed. “Lie back.”

You did as ordered and he fished a condom out of a tin box that was on his nightstand, rolling one on and lining himself up with your entrance within a matter of seconds. 

He planted his lips against yours again and met your eyes. “You ready?” he murmured.

You nodded, though you tensed up immediately after, more so from anticipation than worry. You’d imagined this moment for so long, yet you still had no idea what to expect.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Javier said softly, having felt your muscles bunch up. “I’ve got you.” He braced himself with one arm over your head, and you took a calming breath as he used his other hand to guide his cock into you slowly, inch by inch.

You gasped from the intensity of him stretching you out, and you buried your hands into his hair to ground yourself, but there was no pain.

“You okay?” he asked, stilling for a moment as he kissed you, the hand above your head caressing your hair.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “You feel so good.”

Reassured, he slid even deeper inside you, and you gripped his shoulders tightly, snapping your eyes shut to focus on the feeling of his firm shaft dragging along your walls. You bit your lip again, and you wondered if it would be sore later, if other parts of you would also be sore. Not that you cared.

Your focus turned to Javier after he finally bottomed out in you with a raspy groan. “So tight, carino. You feel amazing.”

You moaned softly, loving the praise pouring out of his mouth, loving that he was enjoying this as much as you were. You curled a leg around his hip and made the first move, shifting your hips down and back up to meet his, causing an intense friction that made you both moan and inhale sharply.

He started to gently pump into you after, teeth skimming your jaw as he did, tongue tasting your skin here and there.

You watched him with half lidded eyes as he moved above you, gazed back down at you, eyes filled with heat, desire, and an unspoken love that made your heart soar. It wasn’t just sex you were participating in, there was a deep emotional connection involved too, one that had snuck up on you both.

Knowing that heightened your own desire, your need to reach your peak, and you sought a faster pace until he was matching you with full thrusts into you. Your sharp cries mixed with his low grunts, and you thought it was heavenly, especially when you realized your climax was nearing again.

“So close,” you hummed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good,” he panted. 

He surged into you one more time and you felt something inside you burst, making you fall apart. You felt like Jello after, limbs useless and mind lost in a haze of bliss.

Javier joined you after a couple more quick strokes, groaning loudly into your ear as he filled the condom. He nearly collapsed onto you as he came down, but managed to keep his weight off you as he shifted his focus to kissing your neck tenderly.

You weaved your fingers through his thick, unruly hair and smiled happily, basking in his affection.

“Everything you hoped for?” Javier inquired eventually, one of his hands coming up to brace your neck gently.

“And more,” you admitted, laughing. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Never.” He pressed a kiss to your chin.

“You?” you asked. His satisfaction was as important to you as your own.

He caught your mouth with his briefly before answering. “You had nothing to worry about,” he told you, pulling out with a grunt after.

You whined at the loss of him, and he gave you a disastrously playful wink. “More later.”

You grinned, elated by how light his mood was, proud to be the cause. “Better be.”

He kissed you one more time then helped you pull off the covers of the bed and slip underneath the sheets. You’d both have to get up to clean yourselves later, but for the time being you curled up together instead, inhaling each other’s scents and taking comfort in each other’s arms.

And for the first time in your life, you understood what it felt like having someone who felt like home.

xxx

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Summary: Dan and Phil at Christmas through the years.

A Dance With Death | 8k | - botanistlester

Summary: Dan is the God of Death, who helps people to the Underworld when they pass. One day, he randomly pops up at a masquerade ball for Prince Philip's coming of age ceremony. He doesn't know why he is there, but it's hard to focus on his job when the prince asks him to dance.

As He Comes, So I Come | 8k | (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: Dan and Phil have just returned from Chicago, where they finally sorted themselves out. They’ve slept a full ten hours under their own roof, and now they have an uninterrupted afternoon to rediscover one another’s bodies.

The companion piece to As He Goes, So I Go, in which they have proper reunion sex after they haven’t fucked for ~a year. It's basically just smut. I would apologize for the title, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

As the World Caves In | 7k | (ao3) - cosmic_angel_writes

Summary: Dan and Phil vs The Zombie Apocalypse

All I Want for Christmas is You. | 5k | (ao3) - scifi (orphan_account)

Summary: it’s almost christmas and all it takes is a cup of mulled wine for dan to realise he has been in love with phil all along

All Signs Point to Us | 6k | (ao3) - RyRyCaptain

Summary: When the queen and king gives birth to Daniel, they soon learn that their son is deaf. In order to let Dan express his opinions to those who haven't learned sign language, they find him a translator who happens to be the son of the King’s advisor, Phil. Soon enough, Phil starts to realize thAt he fallen in love with the younger boy.

Babylon | 6k | (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: Just a little story about two boys realizing that they can make their own rules, and even if it's hard, they are worth it.

backstage, baby | 5k | (ao3) - baroquen

Summary: Dan's a theatre kid doing his first show at university, Phil does theatre tech, and they fall in love backstage.

Bear | 5k | (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: As a child, Dan was easily frightened and needed comfort; that was when his Nana first gave him his Pooh Bear plush, as something that could keep him safe. Over the years, the plush became his absolute comfort, even into adulthood. When Phil comes into the picture, he makes Dan even more comfortable; through the good times and bad.

Boys on Fire | 5k | (ao3) - transdimensional_void

Summary: Dan is visiting Phil for the second time ever and a little Buffy viewing session turns into sexy times.

Buffy Movie Nights are Life Changing | 5k | (ao3) - angelbats

Summary: Things get steamy between Dan and Phil during their nighttime Buffy streaming session in 2010; featuring a confident yet bashful Phil and a shy Dan who learns how to drive Phil crazy.

Coffee by Chappell Roan | 9k | (ao3) - danswideslit

Summary: someone on tumblr mentioned needing a dnp fic with the narrative from coffee and I felt inspired because I love that song a whole lot

Dad Wars | 9k | (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Or, 5 times Dan and Phil fought over one dramatic school year, and one final battle that would change them forever. Probably.

Daydreams | 10k | - placingglaciers

Summary: Nothing like a Christmas-in-July party can’t fix for two shy office crushes!

Don’t be scared | 5k | (ao3) - danisnot3131

Summary: Before agreeing to go on Tour for Interactive Introvers, Dan is hit with the realization that he’s been in love with Phil for years.

Don't Blame Me | 9k | (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: When Phil gets a new job at the Tops Only Bar, he's just looking to make ends meet over the holiday period. He doesn't expect how he'll feel about one of the performers or how hard that'll make his job.

Electronics and the Phil’s that break them | 9k | (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: The first time’s an accident, a proper accident— a Phil forgot how to hold his cup and now he’s watching his coffee seep into his keyboard type accident.

Experience is key | 7k | (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: On a fateful late-night walk, Dan happens across two oddly familiar young men in the park.

Help Taking it Off | 5k | (ao3) - cats_with_no_tails

Summary: I don’t know if Dan helped Phil pick out the phlonde-launch outfit, but I certainly imagine he helped take it off.

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Set the day of Phil’s blonde hair announcement - Dan comes home to him in that cunty little midriff and wants to devour him.

Hotel del Luna | 8k | (ao3) - writingfunstories

Summary: A mysterious hotel for ghosts. What can go wrong?

(i'll give you) anything, anything | 5k | (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: It’s just something he’s never really thought about all that much, because it just became one of the things they do over the years. He’ll offer Dan bites of his food most of the time, really, and it does always make something spark a little in his chest when Dan lets him feed him, but it’s– it’s a normal thing, normal couples do it all the time, and he and Dan are. Well. Not normal by any stretch, really, but that’s hardly the point.

(Maybe Phil likes feeding Dan more than he should. Maybe he always has.)

i’m electric, a romantic cliché (me and you were meant to be in love) | 6k | (ao3) - nardfx

Summary: “i really don’t know if i can do this.”

“you can do this.”

“okay, but what happens when everyone’s eyes are on me and they all know all of my secrets?”

or

dan and phil go to prom

In this moment, you are everything | 9k | - wavydanrises

Summary: Dan was just wasting time on the Internet when he stumbled upon a post that might mean a change of plans for the holidays, for the better.

just a little bit closer | 5k | (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil have a deep conversation, leading to them trying something new together.

(Set during the week Dan spent up north at Phil's house in December 2009.)

Lester87 | 10k | - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan works as a part-time online fashion stylist to pay for university and he’s determined to get to the bottom as to why his favorite client continually needs first-date outfits.

names of collision in the dark | 7k | (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Of enemy kingdoms, Prince Dan and Prince Phil meet one fateful night, leading to a surprising friendship that evolves into something more. As the looming threat of a major battle grows stronger, both princes grapple with their roles and the burdens of leadership, all while their growing bond forces them to confront their own kingdoms’ expectations and the possibility of peace in the chaos.

(aka the dan and phil royal au fic they wrote for the gaming channel but taken seriously)

"oh great, now im a furry" | 5k | (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: This is a fic about Dan getting off on his giant teddy bear… Yeah. But it’s also a fic about trust and connection and vulnerability!

so I will share this room with you | 5k | (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Phil hadn't meant to end up here.

an exploration of the aftermath of meeting your soulmate when you're still so impossibly young

some of the most normal pictures | 5k | (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil took many photos of Dan. It was second nature. To capture this life that they shared and this man that he got to share it with. Each moment precious, captured when Dan was his most relaxed and at ease. And they're completely normal. Of course.

SPI: A Dan and Phil Paranormal Investigator AU | 5k | (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: So I made a TikTok where Dan and Phil were Paranormal Investigators, and I decided to make an AU based on it. (my TikTok is @nothoughts_onlytrance if you wanna check it out!)

the angel in the marble | 6k | (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: “Can I just say,” Dan says, pulling away to look at Phil. His hand has drifted from Phil’s jaw to his hair again, because of course it has. “I took a risk with the angel thing. I didn’t think you’d like it that much.”

Or, Phil dyes his hair blonde, Dan calls him angel, and neither of them can get any work done.

the only way to make it to ohio | 7k | (ao3) - buskingalbatross

Summary: A coincidental concoction of events catalyzes a series of abnormal dreams for Phil Lester.

[reddie-ao3feed]

My Friends Call Me a Loser (Cause Im Still Hanging Around)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4Acbgfr by RichieToizersBigOldGlasses Richie Toizer yearns for Eddie Kaspbrak, but he’s good at feelings. Eddie Kaspbrak yearns for Richie Toizer, but he’s bad at feelings. Or, If Casual and Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan had a baby and made it Reddie Words: 1443, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Sonia Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Georgie Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom, others - Character Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Consensual Underage Sex, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Gay Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, He’s just a pussy, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Mess, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, Bottom Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris is a Good Friend, Minor Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Minor Patricia Blum Uris/Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris Are Best Friends, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Beverly Marsh is a Good Friend, Minor Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Beverly Marsh Lives With Her Aunt, Richie Tozier Has ADHD, Bill Denbrough is a Good Friend, Minor Bill Denbrough/Audra Phillips, Ben Hanscom is a Good Friend, Poet Ben Hanscom, Eventual Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon is a Good Friend, Bill Denbrough & Eddie Kaspbrak Are Best Friends, Track Star Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Toizer Skateboards, drugs drugs drugs, Eddie Kaspbrak is a bad person, Eddie Kaspbrak is Bad at Feelings, Alternate Universe - High School, They’re juniors in their second semester, so most are 17, eddie kaspbrak is 16, He’ll turn 17 later in the story, Blowjobs, handjobs, Teasing, Semi-Public Sex, Richie Toizer need to stand up, Slow To Update, have no idea what troupe this is, I have no idea if they’ll get a happy ending, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Richie Tozier Has a Big Dick, Service Top Richie Tozier, Sub Top Richie Tozier, at times - Freeform, Bottom Eddie Kaspbrak/Top Richie Tozier read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4Acbgfr

[magicalyaku]

After the first week of February I decided I would only read sequels. I made true on that for a few books until my library app fucked me over and didn't download Simon Snow 3 which I intended to start reading during my break at work (where I have no internet). I was so mad! 8D I was sulking afterwards and started a different book once I got home and the resolution was broken. Instead the theme of the month can easily be "I have never read so many books with adult characters in a row."

Das Verbotene Kapitel / The Lost Plot (The Invisible Library 8) (Genevieve Cogman): I honestly wasn't too invested in this. I was like for the first two days, but the writing style of this series always takes so long to read for me. I used to like it, but right now I just lack the patience. Also, it's the eighth volume. High time for it to end, really. Halfway through I switched to the audiobook to listen to while gaming and well. I'm not good at listening while doing other things. Maybe I'll pick the book up again in a few years to give the second half a proper read. I was content though with what I heard of the end.

The High King's Golden Tongue (Tales of the High Court 1) (Megan Derr): I said "I need more fantasy buhu *sad face*". And then I looked at my TBR and realised that out of 50 books only 3 have absolutely no magic, ghosts, different worlds or planets or whatsoever. Uhm. Well. Errr ... That didn't stop me from going through this recommendation list for queer fantasy books. uAu" Found this book. Sounded alright. Read the preview pages. Sounded alright. Looked it up in the library, uhuh available immediately! Borrowed it. Read it for the remainder of the day and a few hours of the night. uAu~ I can safely say I had fun reading this book. It's not fantasy with magic and creatures, just old kingdoms full of queer people. The worldbuilding is good, with all the different regions and languages being a major plot point. I liked the adventure, the characters (Sarrica's and Lesto's friendship is great), the pining. Good times!

The Pirate of Fathoms Deep (Tales of the High Court 2) (Megan Derr): The follow-up to Golden Tongue! I was unsure at first if I wanted to read the sequels (there are of 5 volumes in the series at the moment), but vol 2 is about Lesto who was my favourite character in vol 1, so no choice. It's like that 5.5 chapter of a boys love manga though. In the 5 chapters of the main story everything is tame until the bonus 5.5 chapter where they can finally do things. In High Court 1, there's exactly one smut scene. In vol 2, there's a million. And the book is only half the size! D: There is a small adventure going on and given the setting it makes sense that it progresses the way it does, but the 3 books afterwards are full length again, so why is it only this one character who gets the short one? u_u He's happy in the end, so all is well, but I would have liked a little more. I guess I have to continue reading the next volumes in the hopes to get a few glimpses. u3u

Husband Material (Forever Material in the German edtion) (Alexis Hall): After two books with middle-aged man and their (amourous) adventures, we slowly inch back to the younger generation. From end-thirties to mid-twenties! Books written by adults for adults, you know. Adult problems. Brrrr. At least, it's funny. Silly even. Was the first one this silly? I think, Oliver and Luc did well sorting through their various issues. I enjoy Luc’s narrative voice. And I loved the ending! xD It must be such a sore point for many people but I was like HELL YEAH!!!

Out of Nowhere (In the Middle of Somewhere 2) (Roan Parrish): I already read the first and third volume of this series, so reading volume 2 was inevitable even though Colin was not the most likeable character in vol 1. And well, he has issues let me tell you. Daniel of vol 1 was a mess but he managed to get a new start and build something for himself in that place. Will of vol 3 may not have the healthiest lifestyle but he was not unhappy with the direction of his life before meeting Leo. Whereas Colin is absolutely miserable and has no idea what to do about it. It was intruiging to read how he and Rafe managed. You know, there's this thing about this kind of books where the characters meet exactly the kind of person they need to survive and to thrive. Even with all the shit going on in this particular one, it's still comforting. xD

Wayward Son (Simon Snow 2) (Rainbow Rowell): The gang is 20, so it doesn't break the streak! I had fun reading this. Curiously, I liked it better than volume 1. Not quite sure why. (Maybe because of Suffering Boys.) Volume 1 was interesting in the way it felt like the 8th season of a series you haven't seen any episodes of before. Now this is the rare look at what happens to the heroes after the series ends and I'm here for it. I also found it remarkable how Baz was described as that utmost evil and ruthless being at first and turns out now he is the most loving and patient boyfriend of all times. xD

Pictures of You (Tina Winter): German author here. It's very basic in the theme and kind of predictable. But in a comforting way. Sometimes it's nice to know where everything will go so you can just lean back and enjoy the ride. The characters were pretty good and the setting was well illustrated. I mentioned last month that my visualisation abilites are not very good but I had no problem seeing the photos the protagonist takes which was pretty neet! I also very much appreciated how all the important conflicts actually happen and are resolved! That’s not a given. xD

Ring of Solomon (Aden Polydoros): I like Mr Polydoros' other books and I appreciate very much how all his books are different from each other. This one is contempory middle grade with a touch of magic. It was pretty okay, but I think it could have been a little bit deeper, a little more ambitious or challenging or complicated. Just more. Yes, it's middle grade but kids are always smarter than adults give them credit for, right? I feel, if you really want them to adore a book you have to give them something challenging that is a little bigger than themselves so that they can grow into it.

Reforged (Seth Haddon): Another gay king+knight story that made me realise I very much have a weakness for this kind of setting. xD Which is so weird because when I look through YA books and see a heroine who is a queen or princess fighting for her kingdom I immediately click away ... Well. This was a solid book. Not quite as joyful as A Taste of Gold and Iron or The High King's Golden Tongue but still solid (also it's a debut). The author clearly put thought and love into his main characters and probably the worldbuilding. Sometimes it was just written in a way that confused me at first, because the actual thing was named late. There's that other paladin guy who works alongside our hero. When he's introduced, it's written "They never got along." and then 90 pages later: "Now that XX was dead, he was his closest friend" And I was like "What?! I thought you hate each other? Did I read wrong? Let me leaf back real quick!" I mean, there is the possibility that among all those people he doesn't get along with this one is still the best but ... that's kinda sad. 8D So, there's small things like that. But the overall story and intrigue was well done I think.

Keeper of the Lost Cities 2: Exile (Shannon Messenger): I stayed at my parents's place for a few days to take care of the cats and thus my commute to work was twice as long as usual, so this came in from the library at just the right time. I listened to the audiobook though, so it was still a struggle for the first 8 hours. I'm so bad with audiobooks. 8D But the beginning was also very slow. It picked up speed around the halfway point, I'd say and also Keefe is my favourite character so I appreciated hearing more of him. I still find it a little odd how some of the characters' attitude towards Sophie is. Guys, she's only thirteen and didn't know about her powers for the longest time! How do you expect her to be perfect at everything and solve everything this very second? Geez. I'll probably continue with the 3rd volume at some point but I should really think about reading it instead of listening. :'D

On to the next month! As of writing this I already have read the best book of March, I swear. xD I’m possibly still high enough to even make a fanart happen.

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Archaic Kinds of Fun

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ciBzkvy

by Nvermindiseeyou

Bellamy is 23 years old when he kills his sister. A single ash arrow through the neck, and she goes limp in his arms. His punishment? One night, bound in a faerie ring.

Clarke is 18 years old when she fails the Shadow Rite. In saving the life of a human she betrays everything her court stands for. Her punishment? Life, bound to the human she dared to save. Fragile, mortal, life.

OR a fantasy AU where Clarke is a dark faerie with a bleeding heart, and Bellamy, a scrappy human with a plan.

Words: 1677, Chapters: 1/50, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, Roan (The 100), Nia | Ice Queen, Russell Lightbourne, Josephine Lightbourne, Abby Griffin, John Murphy (The 100), Emori (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Monty Green, Nathan Miller, Eric Jackson (The 100)

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake & Octavia Blake, Clarke Griffin & John Murphy

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fae & Fairies, Unseelie Clarke, Human Bellamy, Changelings, proximity curse, Forced Marriage, Sort Of, Angst with a Happy Ending, True Mates, Kings & Queens, Sharing a Bed, Battle Bellarke, Court Politics, Eventual Smut, Drunk Dancing, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rebellion, Protective Bellamy Blake, Swordfighting, Royal Balls, the works

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ciBzkvy

[fanfics4all]

Banished

Request: Yes / No  roan x reader (smut preferably) where you get banished from skaikru about a month in after landing on earth and you meet roan. since he’s wounded and you’re a healer you patch him up and end up travelling together and become rlly close?? idk i read your trick or treat fic and it was my favourite roan fic i’ve read (and i’ve read them all...no shame)😭 @szhead31​

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Roan x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1735

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

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“What do you mean I’m kicked out?” I asked Clarke and Bellamy. 

“Y/N, you’ve been a danger to the camp.” Bellamy said with his arms crossed. 

“A danger? I’m a damn healer!” I shouted. 

“And half of the people in our infirmary are because of you!” He shouted back at me. 

“Enough!” Clarke shouted, stopping anything before it started. 

“Y/N, Bellamy’s right. You’ve been fighting everyone in camp and with the Grounders wanting to kill us, we need to think of the bigger picture.” She said and I scoffed. 

“Ya know what? I don’t even care anymore. Screw all of you and I hope the Grounders kick your ass!” I shouted and stormed out of the dropship. I went to my tent and grabbed my shit then left without another word. Those assholes can kiss my damn ass. 

*One Month Later*

I was out hunting in the snow. I don’t entirely remember how I got here, but I was alive so that’s all that matters. I had the perfect angle on the deer I was hunting when all of a sudden a scream scared it away. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned. I decided that I should run and see who was screaming. Maybe someone from camp got lost and I could fix them up, it was the damn doctor in me… If I heal them maybe they’ll see I’m not as bad as everyone says I am! I pushed myself to run faster and found a man leaning against a tree with a serious wound in his stomach. I’m honestly surprised his guts weren’t falling out. I kneeled down by his side and quickly pulled out my supplies. 

“Who are you?” He asked with a groan. 

“I’m here to help, who are you? What happened?” I asked as I started to work on his stomach. 

“I am Roan, Prince of Azgeda.” He answered then hissed in pain. 

“Don’t move, I need to disinfect it before I stitch you up. Here, bite on this.” I said and pushed a cloth into his mouth. He bit down on it and continued my work. It took about a half hour to patch him up enough to get him somewhere safe. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asked as we were walking through the forest. 

“My Father was a doctor, he taught me everything I know.” I answered with a small smile. 

“Your Father taught you well.” He said, returning my smile. 

“Up ahead, there’s a small cabin I found, I’ve been staying there.” I said and pointed at the building ahead. He nodded and the two of us quickly but carefully made our way into the cabin. I laid him on the bed and checked his wound again. 

“If you’re a Prince, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn’t you have guards with you?” I asked. 

“I was banished so my people could join with the Commander.” He said sadly. 

“Your parents banished you?” I asked shocked and he nodded sadly. 

“Why are you out here on your own?” He asked and I bit my lip. 

“Same reason you are. I was banished because my people thought I was more dangerous than the Grounders.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“I was a healer to my people, there weren’t many, but the two people that basically put themselves in charge kicked me out because I kept fighting people. Those people talked a lot of shit about me and I was just making sure they knew not to mess with me, turns out that putting your own people in the infirmary while at ‘war’ isn’t a great idea.” I half laughed. 

“How long have you been out here?” He asked. 

“About a month, maybe a little more.” I shrugged. 

“You’re strong.” He smiled and his eyes slowly started to close. 

“Get some rest, I’ll check on you in the morning.” I said and walked off to make myself food. 

*Another Month Later* 

Roan had healed well. He was strong and wanted to get better. He was actually a very good patient and did everything I asked of him. The two of us got to know each other while he was healing and he was amazing. At first he was pretty reserved and hesitant to let me into his life, but eventually he opened up to me. He was sweet with a very strong sense of loyalty. When he was finally better I thought he would just leave, which broke my heart at the thought, but he stayed. He explained to me how he was a bounty hunter and asked me to join him on his adventures. I had agreed, but we always ended up coming back to the cabin we now claimed as ours. The two of us knew we had developed feelings for one another, but we never fully confessed. Sure we acted like a couple, but it was never solidified. That was until we got snowed in our cabin with no way of leaving. 

“I suppose it’s good that we got extra food yesterday when we were out.” I said and Roan smiled. 

“I suppose you’re right.” He said and joined me in the bed. Roan pulled me towards him and I rested my head on his chest. We sat in silence, revelling in the warmth that our bodies gave to each other. After a few minutes Roan pulled my face up to look at him and he did something unexpected. He held my chin with two of his fingers and gently kissed me. I was breathless when he broke away, his eyes shining as he admired me. 

“What was that for?” I whispered. 

“I just finally got the courage to confess how I feel.” He said and I smiled with a slight blush dusting my cheeks. 

“I feel the same way.” I said and kissed him again. The kiss started off as sweet and loving, but it quickly turned hotter. The two of us were feeling each other’s bodies and enjoying the feelings. When Roan dipped into my pants I pulled away. 

“Wait, I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” I said, blushing deeply and looked away. Roan grabbed my face and made me look at him. 

“Let me teach you. We’ll be nice and warm after.” He said with a small smirk. There was something about Roan that made me trust him with all of my heart. 

“Okay…” I whispered. Roan pulled my shirt off and then my pants were quick to follow. My arms immediately went to cover my chest. 

“What about you?” I asked. He smirked and rid himself of his clothing, naked. Roan gently pried my arms from my chest and smiled. 

“Beautiful.” He hummed and kissed me, making my cheeks turn pink. 

“No need to be shy, Y/N.” He promised. He gently pushed me to lay on the bed and his lips went to my chest. 

“Roan…” I breathed, lacing my fingers into his brown hair. He pulled my underwear from me and looked up at me for consent. I gave him a small nod and he moved to my entrance. The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered my pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles coursed through my body. It felt amazing, until he broke through the one thing that indicated I was indeed a virgin. I grunted at the sharp burst of pain in my pussy. He held still, deep within me. 

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He whispered in my ear. My breathing was fast and shallow as I felt my walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulled to an ache, but was slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness. The tingles from him pressing against my clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths. 

“It’s okay… I’m fine.” I finally whispered. Roan’s hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on my face, probably looking for any signs of pain. He stopped with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance on my pussy. He teased me for only a moment, making me moan and grip the sheets. 

“Please don’t tease.” I begged. 

“Sorry love.” He said and pushed back inside me. One of his hands found my clit and I arched my back as he played with it. My muscles eased, allowing the pain to dissipate. Roan’s thrusts began to build pressure in my stomach and stars in my eyes. The soft pleasure washed over me with ease. My breaths were coming out in shallow stutters as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I was throbbing around Roan and he could feel every second of my building pleasure. 

“Roan, fuck!” I choked out as I withered on the bed. 

“Harder, harder please!” I begged, squeezing my eyes shut. Roan leaned down, capturing my lips in a messy but loving kiss as he did what I wanted. The ache in my every muscle released all at once. A shudder ran through my body as my orgasm took over me. 

“You look so beautiful when you cum like that.” Roan praised, and it only made it better. Roan pulled my legs over his shoulders and hit a deeper spot inside me. 

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. My back arched off the bed as Roan slid into me with the deep, angled thrusts. My moans were loud, escaping my lips with every other thrust he made. His hips rolled against mine with his hand still trying to pull another orgasm from me. I gripped the sheets tighter as I jolted upward from his powerful force. 

“Oh fuck! Roan!” I screamed, pleasure bursting through my veins. I was cumming for a second time tonight.

“Oh Y/N!” He moaned as he came inside me. I whined when he pulled out of me. He gave a small chuckle and pulled me into him under the blanket. 

“Warmer?” He asked and I nodded. 

“That was amazing.” I sighed happily. 

“We can do that as often as you want.” He smiled and I captured his lips in a kiss. 

“I think I want to do that all the time.” I said and he laughed. 

“Whatever you want, my Princess.” He said and I smiled. This was what earth was all about. This was my new start.

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The Azblida | The 100

Chapter 11: ~The Fight For Dominance~

For Chapter 10: ~Change Of Leadership~ click here

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Warning: Don’t read this chapter if smut makes you feel uncomfortable. (It won’t matter much for the story if you skip this chapter!) 

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Meave then buried her head into the palms of her hands and felt the weight of Roan's arms tighten around her when he figured she was feeling terrible by the news now.

"Pike.... that fucking asshole."

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"Meave, angel, we're all going to be okay." He kissed her forehead as he tried to calm her mind, but it didn't really help that much.

"I know.... but...." Meave wanted to tell him what was bothering her, but didn't want to vent to him about it and sighed. She decided to stay quiet. Instead, she hugged Roan back gently and buried her face into the crook of his neck. She could feel his strong hand go up and down her back as she laid there, hopelessly thinking about what to do. Normally she always had an idea no matter if it was too reckless, she was an outlaw for god's sake, but slowly she started to let go of that lifestyle now she was with Roan and she felt so overwhelmed by all the problems. Everything was thrown at her too quickly and she had to take a deep breath to give everything a place in her mind.

Pike.... chancellor.... who would have seen it coming?

In his classes he was all about surviving and fighting, but it doesn't seem like he knows anything about surviving at all. Hating and slaughtering the grounders would get himself killed sooner or later so it clearly wasn't the best strategy and his hatred wasn't even comprehensible. They weren't the bad guys in this story. Skaikru came into their home, the grounders didn't come into theirs so Skaikru, including Pike, had to accept their rules and laws which Meave already did. The only thing that scared her was the fact that what if Pike couldn't behave himself and killed more of them? What if Pike would go so far that her king and his army were forced to stand on the opposite side of the field as Skaikru?

Meave needed something on her mind that didn't involve the start of a war.

"Roan?" She looked up from his neck.

"Yes?" He stroked a piece of her wild hair behind her ear.

"I need some distractions from whatever just now happened."

"I'm honoured to help you with that." He smiled at her, outlining her jaw with his index finger before he carefully flipped them over so he was on top.

Meave could tell by the way he watched her and the way he slowly further undressed them both that he was in his teasing mood tonight and she already was preparing for the extreme worst.

Once he freed Meave from her black lace bra, he rubbed and kneaded her boobs with his big hands and she moaned into his mouth softly when she kissed him. She knew how much he liked her making noise for him. She could already tell that the first time they had sex together by how hard he was. His cock even twitched if she moaned his name most of the time. Perhaps she could take control this time. She couldn't care about his teasing mood, she was the one who would give him a hard time now.

Meave stopped him from working her breasts and grabbed his right hand, guiding it between her legs.

"Fuck me, my king~ and don't even think about teasing me." She smirked a bit and he smirked back, growling lowly in response to her words.

This was going to be a tough fight for dominance.

Especially since Roan still had the upper hand. He was the one on top and he definitely was not going to give that spot up. He also didn't waste any time and pushed inside of her wet pussy quickly which made a loud moan leave Meave's mouth and her body go limp because of the pleasure. However, she didn't want to surrender though.

The woman lifted her hips from the bed, a defence move she once learned to get someone off of her, and flipped them over with all her strength so Roan was on his back now. He didn't do anything about it though. All he did was sit up and nibble on her neck while she played with his hair. "Ride me, angel."

"Yes my king~." She said it before she noticed she had surrendered to him and he smiled, a smile she returned before she began grinding against him with his cock balls deep into her tight pussy.

Her moans and his growls and groans mixed and the room filled with nothing but the sound of skin hitting skin and panting because of the fast pace she made love to him with. Roan moved with her sometimes, thrusting back up inside of her, but also let her set the pace and decide what was happening and Meave could feel the knot of pleasure build up inside of her belly.

Right before she could cum though, he laid back and pulled her with him, wrapping his arms around her back as he thrusted into her agonisingly slow to hold her back from cumming.

"Roan." She whined into his chest. "I was so close."

"You cum when I say you're allowed to cum." He growled back softly and went a little faster for her.

"Yes my king." She panted and couldn't do anything but take his cock this deep and slow the way he wanted her to take it. It drove her crazy. The feeling of him pumping deep and slow into her and hitting her spot perfectly. She honestly couldn't take it anymore. "Roan~" She moaned, her voice cracking a little. "Please let me cum."

"Give it to me and I'll make you my queen." He whispered into her ear and she was pushed over the edge instantly, cumming all over his cock and the feeling of her tightening around him made Roan cum too. He didn't even have time to pull out this time and she could feel his cum deep inside of her while he thrusted into her five or six times more before he slowly pulled out.

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Roan had pulled the fur over Meave's naked body and a part of his, leaving his chest bare, after they cleaned themselves up. She was currently letting her fingers trail down his torso, outlining every scar he had while laying with her head on his upper chest. She could hear his heartbeat beat faster than his calm heartbeat he normally had around Polis or while fighting. His breath was also out of rhythm, same as hers and sweat covered them both as they laid down together, tangled up with each other under the fur blanket.

"Roan?" Meave questioned as she snuggled into the blanket and his body while she tapped a big scar. "You never told me your full past."

"Interested?" He raised his brow and chuckled.

"Of course, I want to know how you became such a man."

"What kind of man?" He had moved his head to glance down into her pretty eyes, demanding an answer from her just by one single look.

"Protective, calm, confident, cocky, sweet, rough. However, not 'what kind of man' because honestly there is no man like you." She blushed a bit and He smiled at her sweet words, pressing his lips to her forehead before rubbing circles onto her bare hip.

"Well, when I was a child I used to grow up in Azgeda territory where I got an extreme training schedule from my mother and royal guards. They trained me to be a king for my people when I was old enough, but that all changed when my mother betrayed me a few years back." He sighed and stared at the ceiling. "You see, while Azgeda joined the Coalition, I was banished from Azgeda as part of a deal to allow the Ice Nation to join the Coalition which was forced by Lexa. During my exile, I thought it was the best to make a living as a bounty hunter. It made quick money and I could use my skills and stay in shape that way."

"Was that during the time we met?" She softly interrupted him and he nodded.

"Yes, I was very invested in finding Wanheda because that would mean I could go back to my people and that's when I met you, saved your life and then kind of kidnapped you.... From that moment you know how it went; I succeeded in capturing Wanheda who I hoped would be a big enough prize to have my banishment finally lifted by Lexa, but instead Lexa held me as a hostage to use me against my mother." He rolled his eyes, clearly still holding a sort of understandable resentment towards his mother.

"It still sounds fucked up to hear that." She wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"It doesn't matter anymore.... it's all in the past and I finally got a good person in my life to accompany me."

Meave smiled up at her king who played with her hair, twirling it around his finger while grinning back at her and he winked at her as well.

It looked like she wasn't the only one who had parents that sucked and that made her feel more comfortable. However, she of course still had her brother by her side at the time she landed here.

A brother that was very sweet and kind towards her.

Roan had the opposite.

Meave knew Roan had brothers too, but he had told her before that they sucked or had died before his eyes in war. The brothers that still were alive though, he wasn't even sure anymore if they really were alive and that's why he probably referred to Meave as his only good person. She felt honoured and proud.

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Show Me What To Do

Pairing: Roan X Reader Requested: yes Warnings: This is my first try at doing a more intense make out scene A/N: I had @your-dreams-are-strong beta this piece for me so a big shout out to her! Word count: 1115 ------------------------------------------------ “Get up,” Roan barked at you. You were currently on the ground looking up at him after he had kicked you in the chest, knocking you down. Your sword was only a few feet away and if you could get to it in time you just might win this. Roan had been requiring you to train with him every day claiming it was so you'd be able to protect yourself from the people you belonged to once upon a time, Skaikru. You were one of the original hundred. While Clarke and Bellamy were busy ruling you were out exploring the area surrounding camp, once you got acquainted with the woods it didn't take long for you to run into a grounder. Instead of killing or kidnapping you, he talked to you-- you two formed a friendship. That grounder was Lincoln. Both of you never wanted a war, you were hell bent on maintaining peace between those on the ground and the ones who fell from the sky. Being known as the peacemaker got you far. You were Arkadia’s golden girl and fell in favor with all twelve clans. Even azgeda’s own king took a liking to you: listening to you when you spoke, respecting your opinions, and even taking the advice you dished out. All of them knew you had everyone's best interest at heart. Of course that couldn't last, nothing on the ground stays good for long. Once Pike assassinated Lincoln a kill order was placed on you. They claimed since you had been the first to establish a connection with the grounders you were a threat to Skaikru’s safety. They thought you would never allow them to harm the grounders, and you would warn them of their violent plans. You can't really blame them considering they weren't wrong. You would never stop being dedicated to keeping everything peaceful. So, you escaped during the night with Kane’s help, and went to the one person you knew would protect you-- Roan. And he did. You two had grown close when you had helped advise him on what to do to keep war between the clans at bay. He also owed you one for talking Clarke into letting him take control of Polis. So he took you in, vowing to protect you and keep you safe like you had done for so many people. But with the threat of death looming over you he had also decided it was time for you to learn how to defend yourself. That's how you ended up here, on your back with Roan standing above you with a sinister grin on his face. Shakily you get back on your feet, using a table behind you to steady yourself you sneakily grab a tiny object from the top of it. He takes a step closer raising his sword. Throwing the object as a distraction you lunge for your sword, grabbing it you use his shock at your actions to disarm him. You slam him into the wall, your sword pressed against his neck. A smirk makes its way onto your lips when you realize you've beaten him. Sadly your victory is short lived as Roan quickly overpowers you, switching your positions. It's now your back that's against the wall, and your hands are secured in his. His face is inches from yours, his hot breath fans across your face, eyes scanning your features-- looking for something. God, you would give anything to know what's going through his mind. He leans in closer to you. Your bodies are barely touching, but you're sure he can feel your heart racing, beating so hard it feels as if it's going to fly out of your chest. “Roan,” your voice is just a whisper, you're so close to him you can see a tiny scar right above his eyebrow. “Y/N,” he says back, your breath intermingling in the gap between you two. “What should I do next if I'm in a situation like this?” You ask him, you want to know if he wants-- no needs-- you the way you need him. “Depends,” his voice is deep and soft, his hands shift so only one of them holds both your wrists. The other one is slowly moving down your side to cup your hip. “On what?” You arch your back, pushing you impossibly closer to him. “What you hope to accomplish,” his hand releases your wrists, instead moving to embrace your face. “What if what I want no longer has to do with fighting?” Your question is innocent but what your hands are doing is not. One of them entangles itself in his hair while the other is running down his arm, with the intention to explore even lower. “Then we should move this to the bed,” his mouth is pressed against your neck leaving hot kisses on it between each word. “Before we move, there's something I need to do.” Roan opens his mouth to say something but before he can get a word out your lips are on his. Interlocked in a heated kiss your wandering hand finally reaches his waist band. As it slides underneath his shirt you can feel his muscles tense as your cold hand runs over his hot skin. Breaking away from the kiss and leaning your head against the wall doesn't make Roan stop his actions. His relentless kisses trail down your neck again stopping at your collarbone just long enough to suck a mark onto your skin, effectively branding you as his. “Bed. Now!” Is the only thing you can moan out to him as his hand moves to cup your breast and tease your sensitive nipples. He grabs your hand leading you to his quarters. A trail of clothes litters the ground behind you two. You push a naked Roan onto the bed only to quickly follow him. You’re on top of him straddling his waist as his rough hands run up and down your smooth body feeling every inch of you. Looking down at him you notice the difference between his scarred skin and your undamaged body is striking. Decidedly you make sure to kiss every single one of his scars as you make your way down his body. Your night together is filled with passion, soft caresses, and bare skin pressed to bare skin. It's more than you could have asked for, and even better than the fantasies you’ve dreamed of featuring him. This night is just one of many more to come for you two, it kickstarts your relationship putting you on the track to become more than just Roan’s lover. Maybe you'll even become the queen that rules by his side.

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The first part of some angsty and kinda hot Roan x Reader thing might be up tonight!

Y’all should thank @selldraug for her request (and my mind for its inability to study German today)

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Fit to rule | Chapter 1

Fandom: The 100 Pairing: Clarke Griffin/Roan Words: 4952 Rating: E Tags: Angst, Smut, Political Marriage Roan/Echo are the ones getting married, Angst without a happy ending

A/N: This is the fic based off of this rant that was sent to me, gonna be four chapters and hella angsty smut starting in chapter 2! Thank to the lovely @coldsaturn for editing this so fast <3

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“The King is unfit to rule.” An old man - probably only in his 40s, but the Azgeda life is hard - who resembles the personification of gristle states for approximately the eightieth time and Clarke feels the headache that had started hours ago pulse. She rubs at her forehead in vain and slumps further into her chair.

She had been the only name put forward for political ambassador of Skaikru to Azgeda, and Clarke herself had sort of wanted the position. Arkadia grated on her in a way she would never have predicted. She loved it, loved her people, but moreso with distance between them. And besides, this was the best use of her talents and she was the best person for the position. So Clarke had accepted the task and followed Roan to the Azgeda capital and proudly taken a seat on his council, ready to face important decisions and bare her political teeth.

That is, until she found out that not only did people not trust her, they didn’t trust Roan. Everyone looked at them with suspicion, and everything Roan said seemed to be questioned by his group of advisors. More often than not, they would glance behind him, to catch a quick nod from Echo, before relenting and accepting his words. Clarke could see in the first days how much it angered him, and as days turned into weeks, she saw some of how much it hurt him.

He was supposed to be a King, if not beloved by his people, at least obeyed. And yet when he returned, triumphantly having averted disaster with his quick alliance with Skaikru, no one would listen to him. And Clarke vouching for him did no good; if people questioned Roan, they straight up ignored Clarke. She may aswell have been one of the children that ran around cleaning up after the warriors, for all the heed she was paid.

Echo seemed to be their only ally in the capital, and she insisted Roan be patient, win over his people with his strength and resolve. They would see in time that he was the King they needed, she assured. But as the days had passed, people still looked to her for guidance, or hummed and hawed over every word Roan said for ages before considering them as true.

Which led them to today, when Roan had finally called his council to order and confronted them, contrary to Echo’s advice. The Kingsguard in question had stood stonily behind him as Roan had accused his advisors of everything just short of treason and made several open-ended threats. Clarke had thought he might be onto something, intimidating the people into following him, but then gristle-man had opened his mouth and said for the first time that Roan was unfit, and the meeting had gone to hell.

“You keep saying that,” Roan growls at the old man, “Yet you offer no solutions.”

“It is not my place to offer solutions, merely to report on the true state of things. And you aren’t fit to rule us. That’s the truth.” The man raises his chin, and Clarke wishes she could rest her head on her arms and fall asleep. The conversation keeps going in circles, and it’s not like anyone would listen to her anyway.

“He is your King.” Echo points out, which Clarke is relatively confident she’s already said before.

“We respect that, of course, and he is free to call himself King, but Echo…” A different man chimes in, trailing off with his lips pulled into a thin line. “Where was he?”

Roan’s frustrated fidgeting stills, and Clarke feels with a sickening certainty the cold rage pouring off of him. He looks up at the man, who is still looking to Echo and ignoring Roan’s presence except peripherally, his very glare a weapon.

“Where was I when? When I was saving you all from second praimfiya? When I was securing us an alliance with the greatest wielders of tech? Is that what you were wondering?” Roan’s words are quiet and sharp, and the man turns to him, nodding slightly.

“Yes, when we were at war in Polis, taking the holy city that secured Azgeda rule. When our men and women were laying down their lives, bleeding for the sake of your throne. When Echo was leading the front lines, encouraging the troops, and doing what you ought to have been doing. Alliances are the work of ambassadors, and second praimfiya… We only have your word that your solution saved us, we might have been fine anyway.”

You also have my word, not that any of you would listen, Clarke thinks bitterly.

“Echo is not your King.” Roan’s voice is carefully controlled.

“And our King is unfit to rule!” Gristle-man interjects, a stab of pain lancing behind Clarke’s eyes as they come right back to that again. This needs to end, one way or another, except no one is trying to actually prove or accomplish anything.

The argument continues on, and Clarke tunes them out for the most part, trying to come up with some way out of this certain sort of hell. The people don’t trust Roan, Roan demands they obey him, they refuse. Demanding respect won’t make it so, but it seems his past actions have doomed those under his rule to question all of his in the future. They aren’t a scientific people, there’s no way to prove to them how much worse everything would have been had Roan not helped Clarke and Skaikru.

So the solution would not be a matter of convincing one side that the other is in the right. Both sides, to their own viewpoints, are wholly correct, and they can’t be swayed, at least not quickly. Clarke chews on her lip as Echo backs Roan up in something again, and an option presents itself to her. It sits in her stomach like a ball of lead, weighing her down with its certainty, and she tries to forget it, but her mind won’t pursue anything else now.

The people trust Echo. They turn to her over the King, only trust Roan’s words if Echo backs him up or they know she was advising him on the matter. And there’s one way to be sure that their minds are set to the same task, a union that Clarke had discovered was still tradition among Azgeda, much to her surprise. But it’s irrevocable, and to pursue it would mean Clarke would have to set aside her own interests.

Clarke swallows as gristle-man speaks up again, and with a sharp breath she attempts to throw in a few words of her own.

“I think,” Clarke begins, and everyone continues talking. Except for Roan, who turns to her with his eyes narrowed. She doesn’t meet his gaze, wouldn’t be able to make her suggestion if she looked at him. “There might be a solution here.”

No one acknowledges Clarke speaking, until Roan raises a hand, and the conversation peeters out. All eyes on him, except for Clarke’s which remain fixed past him on the wall, Roan nods to Clarke. She takes in a shaky breath in the silence and starts again.

“As I was saying, there may be a solution here.”

“Yes, the King not trying to rule us-” Someone begins, and Clarke cuts them off.

“No. Roan is fit to rule, but he has lost your trust.” A murmuring picks up in the crowd, and Clarke raises her voice as she continues, “There is someone, whoever who has earned your trust. Echo fought alongside many of you, she has proven herself to all of you.”

Clarke pauses until one of the women on the council grows impatient and demands, “What are you suggesting? Speak up, girl.”

“I propose a union. Let King Roan take Echo to be his Queen, let them rule jointly. You could trust him as you do her, knowing they’re on the same page.” The words stick in Clarke’s throat like molasses, but she chokes them out, voice clear and strong and, for once, heeded. She can’t bear to look at Roan, instead looking at Echo. Echo cocks her head to the side, regarding Clarke curiously, but she doesn’t raise any issues.

Neither does Roan, and Clarke feels her heart sink. She had known her feelings were likely going to be one sided, her being practically a child to all of Roan’s experience on Earth, but she had still hoped. As her heart twists, Clarke puts on a brave face. Regardless of her emotions, this was a good suggestion, she knows that much.

The room is silent as each advisor considers Clarke’s words, and she tastes the bitter tang of irony over the fact that the one idea of hers they listen to is the one she wishes least to see put into action. She scans the room in order to avoid Roan’s pointed gaze, which she can feel burning her skin like the sun in the height of summer, beautiful yet all too much at once. She sees a few frowns from advisors, but for the most part they seem to be nodding, and Clarke’s heart firmly takes up residence in her lower intestine.

It’s for the best. For our people.

Clarke repeats it like a mantra in her mind, clinging to it to prevent the agony hovering at the edges of her soul, like a patient vulture. She knows she’ll have to face her feelings eventually, but not here, not now. If Clarke is being honest, she’s actually surprised at her own reaction. She had come to terms with liking Roan a while ago, and while she had known it would hurt when she came up with the idea, seeing everyone agreeing with it is far worse than her imagination had been able to provide.

The silence is broken by gristle-man, and his words cement Clarke’s hatred of him. “A union would be… acceptable.”

The first time he’s agreed with anyone as far as Clarke is aware, and he’s agreeing with her. What an asshole.

“I agree.” The woman who had prompted Clarke to speak adds, and Clarke purposefully takes in a deep breath, making herself seem solid as she collapses inside. The rest of the councillors rush to add their affirmations, even the most reticent eventually cave and accept the proposal. In short time, far too short for Clarke’s liking, there are only two people in the room who haven’t given their opinion on the matter; the two people who matter the most.

Part of Clarke hopes for Roan or Echo to refuse, views it as two more chances for this whole thing to end before it can truly begin, but she crushes that part soundly. This is necessary, it doesn’t even come close to the worst thing she has ever convinced a people to do. But this is not war, it’s politics. The necessity is far different, more personal than Clarke had been prepared for.

The entire room turns their attention to Echo when the last reservations have been quelled, and she stands a little straighter. Clarke doesn’t trust Echo in the slightest, but she has always admired the woman’s ability to look like a statue and a deadly weapon all at once. Right now she hates it, because she can’t tell Echo’s feelings at all, and she waits for Echo’s words with bated breath.

“My life has always been given to the people of Azgeda. If my King is willing, I would be honoured to take a place at his side, to serve and lead the people in the office of Queen.” Echo accepts the offer gratefully, and Clarke bites the inside of her cheek to conceal her emotions.

Of course Echo would accept, how could Clarke have ever thought she wouldn’t? Echo’s whole purpose was power, and status within Azgeda; Clarke had just handed her everything she wanted on a silver platter. If Clarke is being objective, which she very much does not want to be in that moment, she has to admit that Echo really is the best person for the position of Queen, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it.

So, just one more person who could kill the whole plan. Echo turns to Roan, a question in her gaze, and Clarke finally looks fully at him. His eyes are locked on her, not looking at Echo despite the situation. Clarke’s mouth goes dry, and she prays he won’t ask her anything. She couldn’t speak right now if she wanted to, with her fool’s gold daydream of something between Roan and herself closer to slipping away with every second that passes, every word that’s spoken.

“It seems,” Roan speaks slowly, never looking away from Clarke, “everyone is in favour. I will always do what is best for my people.”

Clarke feels the words like a physical blow and tries not to wince. She can’t help but feel them as an attack on her, as if Roan knows about her feelings and wants her to know that they are hers alone.

“If there are no objections?” Roan floats the open ended question into the room, raising an eyebrow at Clarke, and she tremors her head in the smallest of shakes as everyone else waves away the concept of protesting.

Of course I have objections, I care about you, I don’t want this at all. You should be with me, not her. Clarke takes care to ensure that none of her thoughts show. It’s a smart move, a politically sound plan, and she hates it.

“Then wedding planning is in order, I suppose.” Roan says the last words with his eyes still locked on Clarke before turning away from her, and she is glad for it. She doesn’t know how much longer she could have stood up under his attention before breaking. Roan turns to Echo, standing behind his right elbow as always, and addresses her directly for the first time since the concept of them wedding was floated. “Will you do me the honour of being my Queen, leading my people beside me and sharing my life?”

The formal question holds heavy in the air for a moment before Echo nods somberly, “I will.”

How romantic, a bitter part of Clarke’s mind sneers, and she shoves the thought away. It’s not a marriage of love or romance, but one of power, and she finds small solace in that.

“We have much to address, my King-” Gristle-man begins, and Roan cuts him off with a sharp look.

“And we’ll do it tomorrow. We’re done for the day.” Roan grumbles, and Clarke doesn’t blame him for not wanting to sit through more hours of talk.

“But-”

“We are done.” Roan states with finality as he pushes his chair back and stands, and gristle-man falls silent with a frown. Clarke catches the smallest quirk at the corner of Roan’s lip at that, and she smothers her own selfish grin at the man being put in his place. “Gather your thoughts, advisors, we begin planning tomorrow.”

With that dismissal which would not have sounded out of place on a battlefield, Roan turns and leaves the room, Echo close beside him, and Clarke feels a pang of jealousy shoot through her. She breathes slowly to calm her emotions and stands as the rest of the councillors do, breaking the session in order to tend to their agendas outside of the King’s council. She knows many of the will be meeting with each other to make their own plans for the wedding, bids for power and position in one form or another. Some others will be pursuing their own pleasures, and will doubtlessly let slip news of today. By morning, the whole city will know, and Clarke feels sick at the thought of it.

She should seek out some of the meetings going on, with some of the more liberal of the advisors, make her own moves and set her own plans into motion. But as everyone dissipates through the halls, Clarke can’t find it in her to do so. She has no more clever plans to share, no words to share with the people who chose the worst time to listen to her. So Clarke allows her feet to follow the path back to her quarters, leaving the world to carry out the plot she had begun on its own.

As the familiar route unfolds before her, Clarke is left with nothing to occupy her mind other than the recent events, and she can feel the true pain of heartbreak creeping up on her with every step. She hadn’t thought her feelings for Roan were so strong, but the reality of the situation sets in, and Clarke can’t help but think of everything she’ll never have.

Sure, they will still be allies and potentially even friends, but their relationship will always be political first and foremost. She won’t get Roan checking up on her to make sure she’s okay, or him backing up her before anyone else, or those little looks and smiles they had shared when he was helping Skaikru, or away from the eyes of his people. She’ll never get to know if they meant anything, because now all of that will be given to Echo. Every kindness, every push to be better, every award comfort will be hers because Clarke suggested it. And Clarke wants to hate Echo for it, but she can’t, not even a little.

Clarke thinks about every chance she could have taken; there had been so many times she and Roan were alone and so close to each other that it would hardly have taken any movement to touch him. And every time, she stood still, unwilling to be the first to break. But what if she had? What if she had grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him, giving in to everything she wanted. Would the idea of wedding Roan to Echo have even occurred to her? Would the people have been willing to accept it, knowing that Roan and she were already together? Would it have even worked out, or would he have rejected her?

Clarke enters her room and closes the door soundly behind her, sighing and leaning against it for a moment, mumbling to herself, “And what if pigs flew and filled the skies with shit.”

Clarke attempts to push all the ‘what if’s from her mind and crosses the room to her simple desk, well stocked with paper and charcoal sticks. She carefully lays one sheet out in front of herself and picks up a stick, setting it to the page with the full intent of writing out the events of today, as she does each day. Standard summaries of events, sent back to Arkadia every few days, most of which have contained practically no information.

But this… This was something far more important than the minor agreements the council had come to, regarding food distribution and troops. A political alliance, something very delicately balanced in a web of power that her people at Arkadia are hardly even aware of. How could she possibly portray the importance of it with words? She could say ‘King Roan is marrying Echo, who will take her place beside him as Queen of Azgeda’, but she doubts that they would understand exactly what that means. Beyond Clarke’s own selfish interests in the situation, Echo having the power of Queen has many more far reaching implications, ones that could very well touch Arkadia if people there are unwilling to bury their grudges with her. Namely Bellamy.

Clarke lays down the stick of charcoal, leaving only a small dot on the otherwise pristine page. No, she decides, a simple letter will not do in this case. She has to go back to Arkadia, to tell the Council there about the events firsthand and to ensure they understand their new relationship with Echo. And if she gets some space between her and Roan, and maybe has a chance to have a pity party with a glass of moonshine to get over him, that’s all for the better. It’s the best course of action, both for navigating the current political situation, and for working through her own emotions.

Clarke picks up the charcoal once more and sets to writing out requisitions; gear, a horse, a formal leave of absence notice for Roan, a schedule so that if she’s beset on the road people will at least know her general area. It soothes her, the skimming of pencil over paper, making methodical lists and setting plans. For a little while, she’s able to forget the wedding, focusing solely on preparation for her travel. If everything goes well, she’ll set out in the morning, stick to a brisk pace, and forget all about her own conflicts.

Clarke clings to that hope and moves straight from planning into packing, pulling leather saddlebags from a chest and carefully selecting the clothes she’ll need. She’s mildly surprised to see how much of her clothing is cut in the Azgeda fashion already; fur and black leather, occasional decoration wrought in bone or branded into it. She picks the most neutral of her pieces, including those she brought with her from Arkadia, and sets them aside. She counts them twice, to occupy her mind and ensure she has enough for her travels, and then folds them and packs them away carefully.

When all's said and done, the sun is barely beginning to set. Clarke debates setting candles against the gathering gloom for a moment, but her bed looks inviting, and the sun sets late in the summer anyway. So Clarke strips off her clothes, pulls on a nightshirt, and crawls straight into bed, satisfied with her preparations. A good night’s sleep will serve her well, and then she can be off. She closes her eyes and settles into the soft furs, satisfied for the briefest of moments.

Although Clarke wants nothing more than for the day to be over, sleep evades her like the stubborn bitch that it is. She tosses and turns in her opulent bed for what feels like hours, until she’s shocked that the sun hasn’t risen yet, leaving her entirely without rest. She tries to lay still and shut her eyes and think of nothing, but every time she does so, her mind returns to the council meeting.

To her suggestion.

To Roan agreeing to it.

To the feeling of her heart, once thought to be broken to the point where it could not be heart again, shattering once more.

With a bitter sigh, Clarke flings off her fur blankets and gets out of her bed, letting the bitter cold of the night air temporarily distract her from her thoughts. She fumbles her way into a long fur overcoat and slips on some shoes, then departs from her room for the halls. If she’s doomed to think about that moment anyway, she might as well do so while walking. That might burn the edge off of her sour mood, as opposed to fermenting in it in her bed.

Clarke finds her way outside, into the bitterly cold night air of a terrace, thoughts racing yet going nowhere in their obsessive path. She can’t think of anything new, can’t stop thinking of the fact that Roan is going to be marrying Echo because she told him to. She’ll have to be at the wedding, as a member of the council, and she’ll have to watch him hold Echo’s hand and kiss her and swear his life to hers. She’ll agonize over every note of his voice, trying to figure out if he actually cares for Echo; not that it matters either way, there’s no future for him and Clarke regardless of his feelings for soon to be Queen.

Clarke leans on a stone railing and looks out into the night with a sigh. She had come to terms with being attracted to Roan long ago, but when had her feelings gotten this bad? Somewhere between seeing his abs for the first time and now, things had changed. Perhaps during their ride here? The cold nights camping in the forest, with Roan telling her stories of the Azgeda capital with evident love in his voice. Or before that, when he had taught her how to properly care for a horse and gifted her one, stating that an ambassador needs her own horse.

Or when he had taken her word about second Praimfiya and helped her, or when he had allied with her despite the general feelings of his people towards Skaikru, or, or, or… The more Clarke thinks on it, the more she realizes her feelings had been this intense for a long time. But there had been so much going on, attraction was the last thing on her list of concerns. And after that, well, there had always been some tiny glimmer of a chance, and she’d never had to confront her feelings to really figure out the depth of them. Now, with everything being taken away before she can ever know it, she has nothing else to do but analyze them.

Clarke’s thoughts are interrupted and she turns at the sound of footsteps behind her, soft but purposeful on the stone, seeing none other than the subject of her thoughts. She hopes her conflict doesn’t show as Roan crosses to her, moonlight shadowing everything and making him seem slightly less real. It helps a little, allows Clarke to feel like he’s less there, less present to cause her more pain.

“Clarke,” Roan greets her softly, and she hates how much she likes it when he uses her name.

“King Roan. Couldn’t sleep?” Clarke tries a smile, pushing for a light conversation.

“No need to be so formal.” Roan chuckles before sobering, “And no. There are… many things to think about.”

I need to be formal, it’s the only way I’m going to get through this, Clarke thinks, but doesn’t say. She wants to be close to him, to advise him the way that she had before her suggestion. Long nights alone together, sharing burdens and comfort with each other… Clarke wishes it could be that way once more, but she knows that if she’s going to get over her feelings, it can’t possibly be.

“Ah,” Clarke says, for lack of a better reply. She tries to come up with a way to steer the topic away from the events of today, but nothing comes to mind and before long she realizes it’s been too long. The silence between them grows, foreboding and oppressive.

“The marriage…” Roan breaks the silence with exactly the words Clarke had been hoping to avoid, staring out at the shifting shadows. Clarke can’t help but get the feeling that he’s avoiding looking directly at her, but if this is the topic of conversation, she doesn’t mind it in the slightest. “It was a good idea.”

“Thank you,” Clarke says, her heart clenching in physical pain.

“Is it what you want? For me to marry Echo?”

“I- It’s what’s best. For everyone.”

“So you want me to go through with this?”

No, of course not. I want you to figure something else out, and I want you to kiss me. I don’t want to stand by and watch as you marry a woman I barely tolerate and definitely don’t trust.

“Of course.” The lie tastes of bile, curling over Clarke’s tongue and burning on its path to the world. She holds herself together by sheer force of will as Roan turns and looks at her, even managing a small smile. He needs to rule his people, and her people need an actual King on their side, not a figurehead. Her feelings don’t matter, not in this. Clarke places a hand on his arm, hoping it comes across as comforting rather than the desperate attempt for connection it feels to her. “You and Echo will be able to do great things together.”

Roan straightens and steps towards Clarke, and her heart beats faster despite the weight of sorrow upon it. He leans in until his face is scant inches from Clarke and she both hopes for and dreads the potential for a kiss. If he kisses her, she tells herself, that would be enough. A memory, to hold as she watches him bind his life to Echo’s. But she knows that’s as much a lie as her being okay with the union, so she holds still rather than claiming it for herself.

Roan doesn’t kiss her, however. He simply searches her gaze with his own, and Clarke stands firm beneath the scrutiny. After a tense moment, Roan deliberately removes Clarke’s hand from his forearm and steps away, raising his chin and looking down at her.

“I see.”

It was another chance for her to break, for her to make good on her desires, and Clarke wants to sob as it slips through her fingers, but she doesn’t. She watches Roan, searches for clues as to his feelings and finds nothing. Does he care for her? Does he hold disdain for her emotions? Clarke burns to know, yet at the same time hopes she never finds out.

“You have many busy days ahead of you, you should get some rest.” Clarke’s voice holds strong even though it kills her to try and send him away, and Roan nods.

“Likewise, advisor.” Roan turns and leaves, not sparing Clarke another glance, and she stays firmly rooted where she stands as Roan throws back over his shoulder, “I fully expect you to be at all planning sessions. This was your idea, after all.”

Fuck.

[madamebaggio]

Special Fleet Edition

Here are the results of the voting!

Group 1

Robb Stark (Game of Thrones) x Arthur Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)

Group 2

Queen Freya (The Huntsman: Winter’s War) x Conan (Conan, The Barbarian)

Group 3

Agent 47 (Hitman: Agent 47) x Elena Houghlin (Charlie’s Angels)

Group 4

Natasha Romanoff (MCU) x John Wick (John Wick)

Group 5

Vortigern Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) x Sansa Stark (Games of Thrones)

Group 6

Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men: First Class) X Susan Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Group 7

Margaery Tyrell (Game of Thrones) x King Roan (The 100)

Group 8

Klaus Mikaelson (The Originals) x Kisa (From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series)

Group 9

Steve Rogers (MCU) x Princess Mera (Aquaman)

Group 10

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) x Wynonna Earp (Wyonna Earp)

I’ll admit that some results were pretty surprising. I know which ships are favorites, and I was expecting many of the results (like Nat and John and Sansa and Vortigern), but there were some big surprises here!

I’d never have expected 47 and Elena to be the winning ship of their group, but I’m reaaaaaaaaally excited to write their part. Also, it never crossed my mind that Darcy and Derek wouldn’t win their group. How interesting.

Anyway. Now I have a loooooooot of smut to write. I’ll try to make it as fast as possible, but you guys know me and smut... It takes a while ;)

Thank you everyone for voting!

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This is my about me:

My Name: Sarah

Nicknames: Kitty, Hextira (Hex), Sammy.

Birthday: November, 17. Age: 25

Signs: Scorpio, Rabbit (Earth Rabbit), 

Sexuality (Gender/Relationship preference): Pansexual, Poly, Demisexual, Cis Girl She/Her.

Spirituality: Mixed Pagan/Wiccan 

Disorders/Illnesses/Disabilities (What ever you want to call them):

Fibromyalgia

IBS

ADHD

PTSD

Bipolarism

Anxiety

Depression

Autism 

Dyslexia/Dyscalculia/Dysgraphia

HoH (Mostly deaf in left ear)

Favorite Shows:

Steven Universe

Expedition Unknown

Ghost Adventures 

The Walking Dead

Bob's Burgers

The Great North

Supernatural

Dr. Who

Professional Wrestling

Disney+ MCU shows

Stranger Things

The Mandalorian

The Witcher

Futurama

Game of Thrones & House of the Dragon

Hazbin Hotel

HelluvaBoss

Favorite Movies: (This is going to be a long one lol)

Any MCU films

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Studio Ghibli films

FNAF 2023

Sucker Punch

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Venom

Shape of Water

Fright Night (2011)

The Star Wars Films

Anastasia

Most Disney movies

Guardians of Ga'Hoole

Grave Encounters 1&2

VHS 1&2

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Godzilla (and Kong) films

Xanadu

Phantom of the Opera 

LOTR and Hobbit Movies

Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Favorite Video Games:

Minecraft

Sims 4

FNAF

Cloud Meadow

Outlast 1, 2, and Whistle Blower

Hidden Objects Games

Slime Rancher

Portal 1&2 (And Mods)

Sun Haven

RE8 Village

Cattails Wildwood Story

Undertale

Stardew Valley

Plants vs Zombies

Lego Star Wars, Indian Johns, Marvel, and Pirates of the Caribbean

Call of Duty Zombies 

Pokemon 

Crush Crush and Blush Blush

Among Us

Favorite Books:

Hunger Games

LOTR and The Hobbit Books

A Song of Ice and Fire Books

Most anything by Stephen King

Books on Ghosts, Cryptids, Vampires, Occult, Magic, ect.

Goosebumps Books

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark series

Cirque Du Freak Books

Guardians of Ga'Hoole Books

FNAF novels

Favorite Music: 

Owl City/Adam Young

Marianas Trench

Twenty One Pilots 

Fall Out Boy

Carly Rae Jepsen

Lady Gaga

Florence + the Machine

Taylor Swift

Chappell Roan

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Japanese Culture 

Beauty and The Beast

Ancient Egypt 

Toy Collecting

Oceanography

Space

Disney History

Occult/Magic

Vampires/Werewolves/Monsters/Mythical Creatures/Cryptozoology/Aliens

Greek and other “Mythology” 

Halloween

Video Games

Movies (Horror/Sy-Fy/Fantasy)

Music

Dinosaurs and Prehistoric Animals

Art/Painting/Drawing/Sculpting/Jewelry Making/Interior Design/Photography/Digital Art/Crafting

Writing 

Travel and Camping

Cooking and Baking

Rock and other collecting hobbies

Gardening 

Cosplay/Dress Up

Various Aesthetics and "cores"

FICS:

Currently working on an early draft fanfic. Hands of God. An AU FNAF Fic about William Afton and A self-insert!OC. Base plot after William makes the odd decision to say a woman's life the two of them find each other strangely drawn to each other. They find themselves living a strange double life together. Living a sweet domestic lifestyle but buried beneath two messed up individuals share many horrible secrets.

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This fics development is tagged as Hands of God.

TAGGING:

Dirty stuff is tagged as Smut.

Non sexual nudity is tagged as Nude

Original stuff will be tagged as OG.

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Sex Ed is tagged as Educational Smut

Political Matters are tagged as Political

Fundraisers and such are tagged as Humanitarian

I tag episodes of shows (TV and Podcasts) as spoilers for 1 week after airing. I tag movies as spoilers for 1 month after releasing.

Open to tagging things for mutuals.

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I'm a self ship/self insert, OC x Canon blog and near all my fanfics are that.

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I'm going to lay this out here and say I'm basically pro ship. That doesn't mean I support all ships there are tons out there that disgust me and I'll block on site but with that said I don't believe anyone has the right to censor people's work because you hate a ship. So if you aren't okay with that take, I guess it's see yah!

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