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The Allure of Gold Anklets: A Timeless Accessory

Gold jewellery has always been a symbol of elegance and sophistication. Among the myriad of gold adornments, gold anklets hold a unique charm. They are not just a piece of jewellery but a statement of style and grace. With the convenience of modern technology, finding golden anklets online has never been easier. Let’s dive into the world of gold anklets for women, exploring their history, styles, and the ease of purchasing them online.

A Brief History of Gold Anklets

Gold anklets have been a part of various cultures for centuries. In ancient Egypt, they were worn by both men and women as a sign of wealth and social status. In India, gold anklets, also known as 'payal,' are an integral part of traditional bridal jewellery. They are believed to bring good fortune and prosperity. Across different cultures, gold anklets have symbolized femininity, beauty, and even spiritual protection.

Why Choose Gold Anklets?

Timeless Beauty: Gold anklets have a classic appeal that transcends trends. They add a touch of elegance to any outfit, whether it’s traditional or contemporary.

Versatility: Gold anklets come in various designs, from simple and understated to intricate and elaborate. They can be worn on casual outings or special occasions, making them a versatile addition to any jewellery collection.

Investment Value: Gold is a precious metal that retains its value over time. Investing in gold anklets not only enhances your style but also adds to your financial security.

Cultural Significance: In many cultures, gold anklets are more than just an accessory. They hold cultural and emotional significance, making them a cherished possession.

Exploring Styles of Gold Anklets

When it comes to gold anklets for women, the options are endless. Here are some popular styles you can find online:

Traditional Gold Anklets: These often feature intricate designs and embellishments like tiny bells, beads, or charms. They are perfect for traditional events and ceremonies.

Minimalist Gold Anklets: For a modern, understated look, minimalist gold anklets are an excellent choice. They feature sleek designs with clean lines, making them ideal for everyday wear.

Chunky Gold Anklets: These bold and eye-catching anklets make a statement. They are perfect for those who love to stand out and showcase their unique style.

Customized Gold Anklets: Many online jewellers offer customization options, allowing you to create a unique piece that reflects your personality and style.

Buying Golden Anklets Online

Shopping for golden anklets online offers several advantages:

Wide Selection: Online stores provide a vast array of designs and styles that you may not find in local stores.

Convenience: You can browse and purchase gold anklets from the comfort of your home, without the hassle of visiting multiple stores.

Competitive Prices: Online retailers often offer competitive prices and discounts, allowing you to get the best value for your money.

Customer Reviews: Reading customer reviews and ratings can help you make an informed decision, ensuring you choose a reputable seller and a high-quality product.

Detailed Descriptions: Online listings usually include detailed descriptions and high-resolution images, giving you a clear idea of what you are purchasing.

Tips for Buying Gold Anklets Online

Verify the Purity: Ensure the anklet is made of genuine gold by checking the karat value. 18K and 22K gold are popular choices for jewellery.

Check the Seller’s Reputation: Look for reviews and ratings of the seller. Reputable jewellers will have positive feedback and transparent policies.

Understand the Return Policy: Make sure you are aware of the return and exchange policies before making a purchase.

Look for Certifications: Certified gold jewellery comes with a hallmark, indicating its authenticity and purity.

Consider the Design and Fit: Ensure the design complements your style and the anklet fits comfortably around your ankle.

Conclusion

Gold anklets are a timeless accessory that adds a touch of elegance and charm to any look. With the convenience of online shopping, finding the perfect golden anklet online has never been easier. Whether you prefer traditional designs or modern styles, there is a gold anklet out there for every woman. So, embrace the allure of gold anklets for women and elevate your style with this exquisite piece of jewellery.

[sumysingh]

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[aphroditesswan]

Hi! I was wondering whether you could do hc’s on when hsr men and women react when they see a bulge (whether from their cocks or dildo’s) when their fucking you - G

intro: singularity 

honkai star rail x afab fem reader 

warning : smut, tummy bulge, nsft, rough sex, mating press, degrading, praise, full nelson, cowgirl, begging, body worship, mirror usage (?), size kink, breeding kink, marking, spanking, implied strap on use but never explicitly stated, breath play, i dunno what else ngl, might be ooc 

summary : while the hsr characters are rearranging your insides, they notice themselves inside your guts. how do they react? 

genre : smut 

notes : can you tell i went SO HARD on the women’s. 

Caelus 

caelus threw his head back as he sank into you, his arms hooked around the back of your legs to spread them wide open for the mirror in front of you both, his hips bucking up to push himself further into you. he brought his gaze back, that the whole point of the mirror was to see your pretty face as he fucked you senseless. he moved in and out, his eyes moving around your body and almost completely tuning out your whines at his agonizingly slow pace. when he noticed the small bump in your stomach that disappeared when he pulled almost halfway out, he only got slower, wanting to see every second that his cock moved in and out of you and really, truly fucked you. 

“just wait baby, please please please please… fuck you feel so nice around me.” 

Stelle 

her hands gripped your hips as she moved you up and down her length, her eyes focused on the way your chest moved up and down with your breath along with each sudden buck of her hips she made up into you. when stelle’s gaze finally met the bulge in your stomach, she bucked her hips up harder than before to get a good look at the tent that appeared and disappeared with each thrust, causing a yelp to be let out of you. she put pressure on the bulge as she thrusted in as deeply as she could, a giddy smile on her face that complimented her dazed eyes that were focused on your stomach and tits that bounced with each thrust. she was completely and utterly memorized with how your body moved and reacted to everything she did, and she was only determined to keep seeing the reactions on that pretty face of yours. 

“look at how nice i look in you, baby… you’re sooo gorgeous like this,,” 

March 7th

her hands eagerly moved around you, touching, feeling, groping wherever they could as she thrusted in and out of you. march noticed the slight movement in your stomach when she moved her hands down to claw into your thighs, but she didn’t stop any of her thrust. she kept going just as she had before she noticed, one hand digging into your thigh while the other pushed down on your stomach as she giggled softly at the sight. she was quick to grab her camera though, snapping a picture on her blue camera of the bulge in your stomach appearing as she thrusted in and out of you, then one of your flushed out face, getting your pretty tits in both pictures. 

“you’re so pretty for me, how could i resist?” 

Dan Heng

his fingers were digging into the soft plush of your thighs when he noticed, slowing down his moments which was complete agony for you. dan heng quietly observed with his mouth slightly agape, just gazing at the small bulge in your stomach that could be seen as he thrusted in and out of you harshly. he kept his eyes focused on you and clear, his demeanor seemingly calm, but the very obvious blush on his face and the way he’s staring straight into the little area of your guts spoke otherwise. he’ll return to his fast pace in just a second, just let him admire you for a bit. 

“oh… oh, wow…” 

Kafka 

she had already bent you like a pretzel, you wondered how she hadn’t seen the bulge in your stomach by now as she pressed her hips against yours countless times. kafka had your legs over her shoulders, a gold anklet with the letter ‘k’ on it for her swinging back and forth and dangling next to her ear for her to hear as she pushed in and out of you. her gaze finally shifting from your fucked out expression to trial down between your bouncing breast and while on her way to where your bodies connected, something catching her eye that made her look from your dripping cunt to right above, the small bump going in and out with each thrust. she moved a hand that gripped right above your knee and pressed you against her chest to push down on the bulge, feeling it move under her as the other hand squeezed your neck softly. 

“you’re such a slut, y’know? felt that this whole time and didn’t even think to tell me.” 

Himeko 

she was so,so,so gentle with you. himeko was always taking her time to fully sink you done onto her length as she sat you flat on her lap. she ran her hands over your body, pressing and squeezing where she wanted but was still so gentle with you, letting you set the pace and believe you were in control and everything. she had her eyes focused on you, eye contact being something she valued when fucking you so nicely you saw white. her hands trailed down the sides of your stomach, whispering praises on how good you were for her, how she enjoyed every single second of you on top of her when her hands stopped, fingers grazing over the place where she felt a bit of movement. she caught on rather quickly, laughing under her breath to herself. 

“my… how lewd, don’t you think?” 

Blade 

with your thighs pressed against his large chest, movement for you was almost impossible unless blade was manhandling you or you were rocking back and forth from his harsh thrust. his hands gripped bruises into your hips, groaning into your ear as he restricted some of your breathing with just pressing himself onto you, your knees pushing your tits together and your thighs against your stomach. he was laid on top of you but was somehow keeping his stance with how he thrusted in and out of you. he looked down to see where you two met, seeing the small bulge that popped out whenever he was balls deep in you. he chuckled lowly at the sight below him, smacking your thigh which earned a small yelp and a star seeing clench around his cock from you. 

“pathetic, you’re so small i’m practically popping out of you. you can take it, can’t you?”

[themotherofblood]

Ruie, my dear, I was re-reading "The Dragon and The Dancer" and if you are still writing/accepting requests can I get a prequel(before the events of "laut ke ajana") where she dances for Daemon (with some nsfw) please?

ugh first of all, I hope your pillow is always cold, your charger cords never break and may you find money on the streets just for funsises.

second of all!!! Saaiyan Hatto Jao would be such a fitting song, of Dancer seducing Daemon so let’s go!

Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Wife!Reader

tw: exhibitionism? kinda misogynistic but bare with me pls 🤭 clit play, fivesome(kinda), breeding kink, humiliation, oral m and f receiving. mf(fff), mentions of underage stuff ekkk

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In whatever capacity Daemon had within himself to restrain himself from his pretty wife was surely a bravery the Maesters ought to write in books. He had graced the courts of Lys multiple, multiple times. That's where he’d found Mysaria all those years ago. She was a whore, and dancer but a whore. He visited the city twice in his youth, in all his glory mounted open the ominous visage that was Caraxes yet not once was he esteemed enough to watch the infamous courtesans of Lys. Those women, wretched but entrancing women who invited the ones their hearts pleased, unlike any other establishment that would let in anyone with a coin to throw.

Imagine his surprise when an enticing swan from that very establishment had been under his nose this entire time, part of him cursed himself for not seeing it earlier. Something of such enchanting breeding couldn’t have simply come from the loins of Qoren Martell, and knowing your parentage was from Lys. If you weren’t already an insatiable spirit, Daemon pawed at your skirts even more now. He knew that the matter of you dancing was rather sensitive since your mother’s passing and he would never impose himself onto you otherwise.

Yet it couldn’t help taunt the perverse within him, such was the beauty of the Lysenees courtesans. To entice a man wild with just the melody of their voices and the ancient craft of their dance. Many a man with pockets deep enough to raise kingdoms lost their prospects at the doorsills of these bewitching girls.

You spoke of it at length with him once, sat in a warm bath overlooking the sunset, how esteemed of a pupil you were and come of age, your introductory performance had carriages lined for ten streets. Should the time have come, you might have even become the Madam of the establishment with age. The more you excelled in your art the more you feared of never leaving that place like your mother had wished for you. You not once loathed dancing, you hated the politics— you hated how wars began at the backs of courtesans partaking in spying against the very lords they once served to backstab and plot away at every chance they got for their survival. You rather missed the morning singing lessons and the sounds of your sister's anklets running up and down the halls.

“You keep such things from me,” Daemon muttered against your bare shoulder, peppering kisses up to your “You sing?”

You nodded, lifting your head to look at him with a sheepish smile.

It wouldn’t take a lunatic to envision your sweet voice singing away… singing just for him. He tried, he tried so very hard to not let his twitch cock at the thought of it, he was sure you felt it.

“What am I to do with you.” He groaned.

For a wish he had dreamt of since he was near seven and ten, no amount of gold named to the second Targaryen prince would get him inside that establishment, not after he had claimed Caraxes— a magnanimous beast that could burn all those witches in there all at once and not even after aiding the Free Cities with its odd brawls with one another.

And here the damned gods had blessed him with his wish, perched upon his lap. Eager to please him, vowed to obey and be with him till death do them part. Curious how the world worked.

You were no fool, like an animal in rut you had felt Daemon’s demeanour change since the day he discovered you were an untouched courtesan and caught you dancing in the Mirrored Palace alone. You were no stranger to the allure and aura that followed from being who you were, or who your performative personality is.

There is no harm done you thought, you had no joy in dancing for the men at court yet the sound of perhaps performing— truly performing for your lord husband seemed titillating.

It was the conditioning perhaps, to have a noble lord claim a courtesan all to himself, it showed one of two things. A lord with immensely fat pockets or a woman worth nearly a kingdom and its cavalry.

What were you worth? A fucking dragon-lord, a kingdom can’t be worth much if it’s ash. With your children most likely inheriting dragons too, you would by comparison must have outshone all your sisters back in Lys. Such fortune all for a pretty song and the swaying of one’s hips.

When Daemon had told you about is escapades in Essos, especially of how many times the poor prince had tried to gain an audience at your former court. You internally giggled at the picture of a young Daemon clamouring like the rest with gifts and praises to win the attention of your house Madam at the time. Even when he returned with a dragon he was barred, and it wasn’t unusual. Your Madam enjoyed playing with fire, toying with how far she could push men just to catch a glimpse of one of her girls.

Come to think of it, she might have been trying to grasp for an invitation to the Old King’s court, set up an establishment in King’s Landing. But one thing you’d learned from the stories Daemon told you about King’s Landing. Much of the courtesan's work would be polluted by the lack of affection for its craft.

You couldn't deprive him so, not when he paid you handsomely, ravishing your body each night like a silent prayer. Even having seen you, felt you and taught you things that would go beyond the means of a courtesan’s work. You saw the passion in his eyes when he’d find you fixing your ghungroos or humming under your breath as you worked on your needlepoint. The tests of a true Madam now laid at your feet, not only to devise an elaborate function for your dear husband but to be discreet and the most essential part of it all, for you to be perfection.

You’d pick the night of the coming full moon, you knew your father would have grumbled himself to his chambers rather early, the change in tides somehow always made him ill. Your sisters would all be abed, Daemon’s daughter’s too. The commendable part were your lady’s maids, pussyfooting away orders of flowers from Pentos, the special vials of rose oil from Qarth, at least a hundred candles to light up the arched viewpoint at the Watergardens. Daemon’s favourite foods to be prepared along with fine strong wines from the Old Palace cellars.

The intricacies of this function had been handled with such care and secrecy, that it made you consider moving into the manse your father had gifted you after your wedding for some privacy. Surely, a married— happily married couple engaging in salacious acts with one another shouldn't be unexpected. Lastly your lehenga, unlike the ones you usually wear, was truly a magnificent piece made by the dressmaker. A black velvet blouse with a dangerously low neckline and shoulder embroidered with dragons of red and gold threads, a lighter skirt of silk with heavy gold embroidery and embellishments and a chiffon embellished shawl that did nothing to hide your figure.

Another ruse was set up to hide your true schemes, a quaint supper with just you and Daemon being entertained by folk singers sent by Yi Ti.

The evening had been rather splendid, Daemon had no interest in listening to some fucks sing about in a tongue he understood not, but when his sweet wife insisted upon spending the evening together: he couldn't deny you.

He suspected that you were up to something, with supper being prepared, dishes lined up one after the other which were all those he shamelessly indulged in, the rather aged wine that you had been consuming a little too much of. He did not mind, either way, fucking his wife tonight sober or a sweet slobber mess— all was well in the world. After what seemed like a while, Daemon finally felt at ease, calm with a purpose that he belonged, with his daughters and you.

“Excuse me, dearest.” you whispered against his ear, smiling before pecking his cheek “I’ll be back.”

Daemon smiled back, watching you rise from the floored cushions that the both of you nested on, his eyes very shamelessly admiring your backside and the curves of your hips as you walked back into your quarters. He marvelled at the thought of ripping that very lovely maroon gown of your body. The colour change had been a sudden shock to him when you fluttered your way into the sparring wards in a Dornish gown painted in the dark crimson of his house’s colour. Rest assured the sparring continued later in the evening and the gown alas did not survive.

You had slipped out easily, just as the doors closed behind you, the lot of you bolted the opposite direction to your privy and down the hallways, skirts hiked up as you used your other hand to free your hair of the loose Westerosi braids they were in. Your maids ran with you, two of them already waiting by the Watergardens along with the the whore dancers you had acquired all outfitted in white and the esteemed musicians that played at every one of your events.

Hiding behind the thick shrubbery, your maids hastily stripped you off your gown and small clothes and replaced them with the ensemble made for tonight. You prayed to the gods while calming your breath from all that running, let it be perfect. The four girls would greet Daemon upon his arrival, even though they would be a finer treat than most men have had in this lifetime, you were another anthology entirely.

Daemon had been given his first clue after the Yi Ti performers had finally ended their never-ending song.

“The princess awaits you in the Watergardens, my prince.” the attendant had informed before scurrying away.

Whatever this was, Daemon was truly intrigued seemingly obeying his wife and heading straight out of the gardens without any delay. The show that greeted him there however had him taken aback for a moment, the garden pillars decorated in blossoms and twinkling candles scattered across the stairs leading to the arches. He could hear the mellow music and the serene sound of flute dancing along with the crashing waves.

Just like a dream come true, he was greeted by the sound of ghungroos— a sound he had grown accustomed to. Four girls rushed towards him, lifting their hands to their faces and bowing.

“Good evening, my prince.” one of them spoke.

“We have longed for your arrival, your grace.” said the other. Reaching forward for Daemon’s hand.

At any other time he might have pulled away, but this was surely orchestrated by his wayward wife. He could feel her around but couldn't see, and these girls— preening up at him like willing, wanting whores, they were no courtesans. He played along, letting them drag him along to the shore view where an elaborate arrangement awaited him. An old fire in him arose when his reputation had been so palpable at the many brothels across the Known World. Two of them pushed him onto the plush sete, giggling as one of them plops right next to him.

“Would you like some refreshments, my prince.” One of them said with a bunch of grapes in her hand, the other poured him a glass of wine. The third took her time feeling Daemon up, he thoroughly enjoyed this but longed for his wife— his courtesan. One of them began to unbutton the tops of his doublet, soft fingers trailing across his chest.

His sexual frustrations and anticipation began to pivot to a perverse ire, to find you hiding somewhere and reprimand you with your arse red for teasing him so.

That is when the sound of a heavier set of ghungroos echoed around the arches, there you were. Your glowing face against the moonlit sky and candles, you walked towards, body covered in a thick black shawl. The girls around him lifted their skirts and ran towards you, positioning themselves. Then came the music, a smirk so prominent settled itself on Daemon’s lips as his lifelong dream had now stood in fruition before him.

You seductively, inch by inch let the black shawl drop until it fell to the ground, looking at the shawl and suggestively looking up at your husband. You twirled thrice forward, ending right by Daemon’s legs and lowered yourself. He knew not of what you sang but it was as though a witch chanted spells to bind him to you.

The song you sang was one of innocence, a sweet girl begging her lover to let her return home— for the higher the moon rose in the sky her reputation hung by a thread. Ever so seductively telling him to stay away because she knew his true desires were so very impure.

Stay away my love, I know what you desire

You reached for the rose tucked in your blouse, reaching lower to gesture at your ghungroos, giving Daemona a rather exposed view of your bosom. You acted as if his looking had offended you and flicked the rose at him, you stood to continue your routine still singing without a note or beat missed. You knew within that you were perfection, it is what you were trained for from birth. This one performance should have costed half of Pentos, but look upon Daemon’s eyes was payment enough for you.

Night fades to dawn my love, please let me go home

You pulled your shawl of your head and down you your shoulder, toying with it around your cleavage. Eyebrows suggestively scrunched at Daemon, making him kiss the rose you gave him and throw it back at you which you caught with ease, letting the petal graze upon your cheek and then your lips lowering it further down the sides of your torso and tucking it this time at the lining of your skirt. You turn your back towards him swaying you hips as you walked away, turning once to wink at him and continuing to walk until the hardest part of the number began.

The percussion beats could never be missed by your feet, in a performative haze you smiled at the three dancers who also did an extraordinary job at keeping up with you. You turned one last time.

My mother and sister by law shall poke, where had I been, my love. I will die of embarrassment

You walked towards him this time, an exaggerated sway in your hip as you pulled your shawl out from your skirt lining and let it fall to the floor, you turned once more, performatively reaching for the back strings of your blouse and pulling them to mimic a sensual morning stretch. You turned towards your husband who had settled himself further into the cushion.

You kept singing as he reached his hand out, you took it letting him pull you onto his lap. Your soft finger held his face as you kept singing, leading his face towards your neck and he wasted no time in peppering kisses down your collarbone. You pushed him back there after which startled him, you could feel the hardened mound under his breeches— your payment.

Stay away my love, I know of what you desire.

Daemon had enough, still letting you finish your song, your eyes and eyebrows still expressing away your performative feelings as he reached for your Nath and removed it, a significant indication of deflowering a young courtesan.

Your song ended as you sat straddled upon Daemon’s lap, you gaze never left his— like you were another person entirely. Daemon relished in how he intimidated you, how shy and small you were around him, how receptive but innocent you remained even when he taught you to pleasure him and yourself in bed. Yet this woman sat atop him, you were someone else.

“Was it everything you ever dreamed of, my prince.” Your whispered, your hands caressing his face.

Daemon for a moment couldn’t find his words, that’s when you snapped from your performance growing anxious from the silence. You were about to pull away when Daemon abruptly spun you down onto the cushion so he lay towering over you, caging you under his broad build.

“How am I to pay you, my lady,” he said, wanting to rip the clothing off your body but he looked behind to still see the four girls standing.

“They are yours tonight my prince,” you nervously, your aura slipping back to the former “As am I.”

At that Daemon held no restraint and laid siege upon your body, he figured the lasses could still dance as Daemon would take you apart under the moonlit sky.

You held nothing back, arching your back onto the onslaught of Daemon’s lips. Letting your fingers feel the remaining buttons of his doublet and pushing them off his shoulder. This time you pushed back, the heat on your cheeks so apparent for you’d never thought to be so forthcoming in bed before, Daemon always held the reins, placing you in positions he liked, teaching you ways to pleasure yourself.

Daemon grunted for a moment, fighting against the push of your hands before giving in, letting you lay him back down once more. You straddled him once more, this time slipping back into the seductive performance you’d laid out for him. Smiling down at him as you slipped your blouse off, slowly— inch by inch before dropping it next to you.

Daemon’s lips parted in a gasp, though his cockiness would credit his lessons for confidence in this matter. He was further crazed by how much you appeared to be enjoying doing this. He couldn't help himself, reaching up to tweak at your left nipple. You began to roll your hips against the hardening of his breeches, your bare cunt under your skirt pressed at the girth giving you just a small burst of pleasure.

You did Daemon of his tunic, your fingers tracing his battle scars as you reached lower, letting your lips press against his warm skin— letting yourself inch lower and lower as you shuffled off him.

You both yearned greatly for one another, nearly four moons into your marriage and the passions you shared for one another only seemed to reach further heights with each passing day. A fire that Daemon had lit within you burned so bright for him every day. One might think you were born to be with him, obey him.

Daemon watched as you undid his pants, pulling them down his legs and not once leaving his eyes, you were an ethereal sight, bare-chested with his gifted jewels shining at your neck— so prepared to service him. You reached for his cock and that's when he stopped you.

His hands trailed to your head of wild hair, gently tugging at it. “You want my cock?” he said. Eyes wild and waiting for your response.

You meekly nodded, sticking your tongue out just as he taught you to. Wasting no time further he pushes your mouth onto his cock, letting your head bob and suction at his length. You worked your tongue around his cock, the taste of him so familiar in your mouth. You whimper as he pushes in further breaching the back of your mouth and making your eyes water.

“Who would have thought it hmm, the finest girl Lys could offer kneeled like a whore for me” his words falsely degrading you sending shockwaves straight to you your core.

You whimper, this time willingly taking him deeper feeling your throat want to constrict as you pull up for air— he however stops you briefly before giving you relief. A string of salvia lingering on your lips. He wiped at the tears polling around the corner of your eyes.

“Take the rest of it off girl,” he demanded, eyes ravenous and impatient.

You gathered your bearing before standing once more, pulling at the waist string of your skirts with no haste to tease him yet again. You let your skirt fall as you caught onto the rose still tucked at your waistline. You kissed it and threw it at him. Every look, every action towards you seemed to have been pooling your cunt wet.

Daemon grunted, yanking you back onto him. His lips smacked against yours once more as he took a harsh hold of your tit with one hand while the other held you here. His actions were voracious, seducing your soul rather than your body.

You took matters into your own hands, unable to keep up with this game any longer and reached for his cock— gently rubbing the tip at you folds before lowering yourself onto him.

Daemon groaned into your mouth as you gasped, having never felt him so deep, you held onto his shoulder fingernails digging in.

“You're so deep,” you whispered, your breath hitching as you adjusted to the intrusion.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your arse pulling you further down and full of him. You felt so close, so one with him. You began to grind your hip, your neck cranked as Daemon’s head dipped lower to kiss your shoulders and up your neck.

“Such a fine prize aren't you, tell me how do I pay you?” he said bucking his hips up into you making you sqwak.

“D-dragonseed… I want your babes.” you whispered, head hanging in a wanting shame.

Daemon smirked, he had forever hoped to make you swell of his children but he never knew your sweet mind craved to be bred.

“Go on then, take what you want.” he rested back on to his elbows, bucking his hips once more to coerce you to keep going.

You rested a hand on his torso using it as leverage to lift your hips to bounce into his cock. Your snug cunt milking him to fill you. Your smaller legs weren't enough to lift you that far off his cock, but you tried nonetheless. Daemon reached for your cunny, his thumb began to rub circles onto your clit sending you into a frenzy— riding him with far more determination.

It felt good, so very good.

“How does it feel darling? How does it feel riding a dragon.”

You let out a strained giggle at that, still unable to help your childish mind. You kept riding him, Daemon’s lips restraining a smile too at your ill-timed humour. Earning you a sharp smack on your left tit.

“It feels so good, so deep.”

Your hips found a steady rhythm against Daemon’s fingers at your bundle of nerves. Your each bounce ore eager than the one before. Your tits bobbing and calling for equal attention from Daemon.

“My prince!”

You moaned, feeling that pinnacle ever so close as you chased it.

“I’m all yours,” you said unprovoked “a courtesan trained just for you.”

Daemon nearly lost his bearings at that, pinching your nipple harder. Seven Hells— he knew you were made just for him.

“Say it again.”

“I was born to be your c- courtesan.” you cried, feeling so very close to completion.

Your thighs begin to shudder, he can feel them clenching— he lets go of your breast and grabs your hips in aid to feel you gush around him. A sudden pitched cry leaves your mouth as you tremble your bouncing coming to a halt as you fight to hold yourself up but Daemon’s fingers on your bundle of nerves don't stop.

He abruptly flips you over, readjusting you within a blink of an eye. Your bare body facing the dancers as Daemon’s solid wet-length rested on the curve of your ass.

“We could get your money’s worth,” he suggested nipping at your ear lobe, his demeanour shifted to the one of you loving husband. “We needn't—”

“I trust you.” you looked up at him, chest still heaving from your peak before and yet you always wanted more of him, more of his depravities.

So many fantasies, much to do.

He gestured them forward knowing they would take much time to shed their clothes, they were whores trained to dance.

All three of of them vulgarly bowed, giggling amongst themselves.

“My prince.” The chorus of their voice followed as they began their performance to reach for him.

He tutted— he’d die happy if he died tonight.

“Not me, her.” He ordered.

You looked back up at him, a curious flare in your eyes that was met with his top protruding at your sloppy opening once more.

The girls entirely shifted their attention onto you.

“Mhmm you have such lovely tits princess.”

“Such soft skin.”

“Such a fine figure, your grace.”

Daemon pushed into you once more, groaning and resting his head onto your shoulder. His palm curled around you neck pulling your back against his shoulder. He knew of the explosive pleasure you were about to discover, even more joy was that he would be the one giving it to you, a fine reward for my girl, the fruits of the lovely exhibition you'd put on for him.

He began fucking into you, small grunts and exhales lingered by your ear and what followed from there on had your mind scattered.

One whore settled on suckling your nipples, twisting and toying with the other. One muffled your moans with her lips upon yours. Your cunny was already sensitive but then you felt a sensation you never had before. The third girl kneeled by the nest and began to lick your bud.

“D— Daemon!”

The sensation so overwhelming you began to pull away, Daemon curled other arm firm around your torso to keep you in place as he continued rut into you.

“Feels good doesn’t it, my love?”

You could barely speak but you nodded, eyes shut feeling yourself so lost in every touch. One of the whores disappeared behind you, settling herself under Daemon to service his heavy stones.

He watched as the whores played with your tits, he too reach further up to tweak a pebble harshly between his fingers. You gasped at the burn of pain. The whore sucking at your teat came to your defence.

“Gentle my prince, breaking a thing so pretty isn’t fair”

“Not this one, her cunt is squelching around me.” he groans.

“Its true!” the girl by your cunt giggles.

Your cheeks burned in shame, they spoke of you like you weren't around. The whore licking your bud pushed at your folds to leave it exposed as she suckled and licked and rubbed away. Daemon’s cock fucked you raw from within and you felt it once more, hurtling towards.

“Go on, wet my cock my love.” he grunted fucking you harder.

His peak chased after as you broke first, gushing around his cock as you screamed his name. Legs and arms shuddering as Daemon grunted to completion himself, ropes of his spent coated your walls. You could feel the warmth within, nearly forfeited by your sensations. He held your body so close, recovering himself as he shooed the whores away.

Letting you collapse in the nest first and then himself. Laying soft kisses at your shoulder, still firmly holding your hand to ground you.

“Well done, my love.”

You lazily smiled at him, dazed in euphoria as you rubbed your feet against his calves.

“What have I done for fortune.” He whispered against your temple.

You shrugged at him, leaning forward to kiss him once more. “I hope you are pleased with my performance?”

Daemon shook his head, begging mesmerized by you. He let his hand rest at your belly.

“If giving you all this love,” he kissed your cheek. “My dragonseed,” he pressed onto you belly. “Isn’t indication of how very pleased I am sweet girl.”

Then you heard a high pitched squeal from the skies, clicks and then the rustle of trees around you. “Then perhaps I should show you what being a dragon feels like.”

Caraxes burst through the horizon behind your circling the skies as he lowered himself onto the white beach. You looked at Daemon puzzled, as he pulled you up to dress you.

“What are you doing?” You huffed putting your blouse back on.

“You want to have my children, it might be time that you grew accustomed to Caraxes.”

You kept dressing yourself to mask the fear that was coursing through your veins. I dance for him and he plans to kill me. You could barely muster the courage to be even ten feet around Moondancer and that beast was a babe. Caraxes is a behemoth, he protects your husband— he told you how the two of them were two halves of whole. It never made sense to you.

“Don’t be scared, halves of a whole remember?” he said as he bent down to lift you up by you back and legs once you finished dressing.

You’d rid yourself of your ghungroos just to not startle the beast.

“I love you, care for you. Therefore he does too.”

You weren’t sure about how sure he was about said theory. Yet you let him carry you to the beaches below where Caraxes sat waiting, when you saw him it almost appeared as though he was playing with sand. Shaking his snout it the sand to bury it and then exhaling to have sand fly everywhere, followed by loud clicks.

“Is he— is he playing?” You asked your husband.

“Told you, he’s harmless.”

That beast also burned dozens of Dornish men but alright.

Just as Caraxes felt Daemon’s presence he chirped up even more, his long neck swaying in the wind. However it only took a moment for his demeanour to flip when he realized there was another. You froze in Daemon’s arms at the low grumble Caraxes let out.

“Dohaeras Caraxes!” Daemon lowly warned the beast.

Caraxes still look unsure but Daemon kept walking.

He put you down a few feet from the beast, don’t run— don’t run. You watched as Daemon walked towards Caraxes without a care in the world that his wife might get fried tonight.

“Konir sagon ñuha ābrazȳrys, ao gīmigon zirȳla syt izula hūra, keligon issare quba.” That is my wife, you have know about her for four moons. I told you.

Daemon sounded like he was scolding the dragon.

He turned to you “Come my love.”

You obeyed, talking small steps towards him. Towards his outstretched hand. Everything would be fine, you trusted him. Entirely— wholeheartedly, with your life.

Just until Caraxes turned his long neck and his snout just with a feet from you. You froze entirely once more, Daemon still petting Caraxes.

“Dohaeras,” he whispered, almost as if he spoke to a child.

Caraxes’s big nostrils flared, sniffing you a couple of time before chirping. Daemon chuckled, you relaxed for a moment until Caraxes gently used his snout to trip you backwards before once more burying his snout in the sand and deeply exhaling, burying you in a thick sheet of sand. Daemon couldn’t help but break into a fit of laughter

“Daemon!”

You were going to great friends he knew it.

eeee I had so much fun writing this. I totally imagine Caraxes kinda being like jealous Lilly from modern family lol

[caashmoneynae]

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HALFTIME.

JORDAN POOLE x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Teja goes to one of Jordan's games and ends up engaging in sexual activity in the locker room. ✨

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"𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬!" Teja exclaimed, a smile on her face, as her dark brown eyes sparkled at seeing Jordan make a three-pointer and she clapped her hands loudly, the area she was sitting in erupting in loud cheers while she watched her man and his team travel down the basketball court.

(A/N: pronounced 'TEA•JUH')

"let's go, Poole!" Monaé, Teja's best friend, exclaimed, hyping the man up and boosting his ego, as she and Teja smiled in sync and they watched their team play defense.

the teams were in the second quarter and there were only 5 minutes left on the clock. the Golden State Warriors had 56 points — leveling up from 53 due to Jordan's shot — and their opponent had 53 points, diminishing their tied score and causing both crowds of fans to get antsy since halftime was coming up and they wanted their team to be in the lead.

Teja and Monaé both dressed in Golden State Warriors apparel, but Teja's was more customized because Monaé did it for her. her shirt was long-sleeved and royal blue and on the left side of her chest, it said "Basketball Girlfriend" as "Warriors" sat on her left sleeve. on the back of the shirt, it read "Poole Belongs to Me" and under it read his jersey number as all of the words were spelled in gold letters since royal blue and gold were two of the team's colors.

her brown legs adorned black jeans and her feet held white Air Force 1's as a gold anklet dangled around her left ankle and gold hoops sat in both of her ears, a gold 'T' necklace sitting comfortably around her neck while a gold necklace that read 'Jordan' in cursive sat there as well. her black silk-pressed hair was side-parted and swooped to the right side as a few bobby-pins sat in her head to make sure her swoop stayed in place, her lips glossy with Vaseline and adding a 'pop' to her appearance.

it was clear as day that Teja knew she looked good, and though she preferred silver jewelry over gold, she always made sure to wear some gold to all of Jordan's games.

hearing cheers, Teja's eyes averted to the clock, and she realized that not only was there one minute left before halftime, but the other team had tied with the Warriors for a second time. she looked back at the court and her gaze intensified as she lightly chewed on her bottom lip, the time running down quickly while the Warriors traveled down the court with the ball.

Draymond Green passed the ball to Stephen Curry, and Stephen passed the ball to Gary Payton II, and Gary passed the ball to Jordan, who passed the ball to Andrew Wiggins. it seemed as if the time was only winding down quicker and quicker, and this caused Teja's palms to grow sweaty while her eyes flickered between the clock and the court.

as if on cue with the clock hitting 10 seconds, Andrew began making his way to the basket, swiftly dodging the opponents that tried to stop him while his teammates played excellent defense, as he suddenly jumped up and dunked on the men below him, the ball going through the net with ease and the buzzer sounding out into the lively court while Teja and the other fans began cheering.

"can't wait 'til our boys take home that dub, Mo'!" Teja smiled, the two women standing up from the stands, as Monaé smiled with her and the two began to walk down the staircase behind the other fans.

"girl, who you tellin'? one more win and we goin' to the playoffs, baby! ooh, i can't wait to celebrate!" Monaé smiled, holding onto Teja's hand so they wouldn't be separated by the large crowd, as Teja looked up at the scoreboard and read '58-56', making her smile slightly widen while she looked back at Monaé and the duo made their way to the concession stands.

"oh yeah, we fa'sho' gon' celebrate this win. and then after that... i'ma give my baby his reward, ya feel me?" Teja smirked, playfully raising her brows, as Monaé laughed and shook her head, playfully shoving the woman's shoulder while Teja laughed.

"T, you a trip! but i feel you, girl, no doubt." Monaé smirked as Teja stuck out her tongue and the two did their handshake, their pinkies locking at the end while they giggled.

"ooh, hold up. Mo', hold my purse, i'ma go to the bathroom real quick," Teja announced, taking her phone out of it and putting it in her pocket, "i'll be right back before halftime ends."

"you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Monaé asked, grabbing the purse from the woman's hand and slinging it over her shoulder.

"nah, you good, 'Naé, i'on want you to lose your place in line," Teja assured, looking down and checking the time on her Apple Watch, as she looked up at Monaé and gave her a small smile in reassurance, "make sure to buy me some nachos, mama! you know how i like 'em."

"will do, Mrs. Poole!" Monaé smirked playfully, watching Teja jog away from her, as Teja laughed and shook her head, a wide smile on her face while she made her way to the restrooms.

the farther Teja was from the crowd of fans, the more the loud sounds of them began to turn into low murmurs, and she tucked her phone into the back pocket of her jeans as she made her way to the woman's bathroom. before she could walk into the restroom, however, a large hand grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into a room, making her squeal out of surprise, as she watched the door to the room shut and she saw lockers in the corner of her eye, making her realize she had been yanked into the Golden State Warriors's locker room by no one other than Jordan.

"you know i hate when you do that shit!" Teja exclaimed, punching the man in his arm, as Jordan laughed at her and pressed her up against the door, kissing her lips while he sneakily locked the door.

"you still love me tho', girl," Jordan chuckled, a small smirk on his face, as he eyed her down and ran his tongue over his plump lips at the sight of her attire, "mm, you look good. who you lookin' this good for, baby?"

"nobody but my man," Teja smiled, cupping his face in her hands, as she placed a few pecks on his lips before giggling, "now why you bring me in here? you got 8 minutes left before it's time for you to go back on the court."

Jordan didn't respond to her question. instead, his smirk only widened, and his nonverbal answer immediately clicked in Teja's mind as to why she was pulled into the room so abruptly.

"uh-uh, Jordan, i know you not tryna'..." Teja trailed off, raising a brow, as Jordan chuckled softly and his brown eyes looked into her dark brown ones while lust started to cloud his pupils.

"oh, i'm definitely tryna'..." Jordan smirked, mimicking her past statement, as he let out a low chuckle of mischievousness before kissing her lips, the kiss oozing with passion and causing Teja to procrastinate on kissing him back while his hand latched around her neck and pulled her closer to him.

falling into the temptation rather quickly, Teja kissed Jordan back and she soon melted into the kiss, making his lips curl up into a smirk, as he let go of her neck and tugged at the waistband of her jeans, pulling away from the kiss and trailing wet kisses down her jawline while Teja's breathing turned uneven due to rising arousal.

"you movin' real slow like we ain't got a lot of time in here." Teja breathily mumbled, kicking off her shoes, as Jordan chuckled softly and his hand slipped into her pants before he swiftly removed them and made sure her phone remained unharmed.

"i know what i'm doin', mama," Jordan muttered, his voice slightly deeper due to sexual desire running through his veins, as goosebumps spread across Teja's skin at the tone of his voice and Jordan noticed this, a smirk crossing his lips while he placed a few wet kisses on her neck before tapping her left thigh, "jump."

wrapping her legs around his waist, the two kissed for a final time before Jordan hoisted her up onto his shoulders, carefully lifting her smooth legs onto his muscular biceps while she lightly scooted up on the smooth wooden door so her hips would be level with his face.

it was definitely safe to say that this wasn't their first rodeo.

"pull these to the side for me, princess." Jordan spoke lowly, his eyes flickering up to her, as Teja bit down on her bottom lip and gripped the right side of her panties, pulling them to the side and revealing her soaked sex while Jordan licked his lips at the sight.

not wasting any of the short time they had left, Jordan immediately dug in, his pink lips wrapping around her swollen bud while he gently sucked at it like he was a baby and her clitoris was his pacifier. moaning softly, Teja gently laid her head against the door as she ran her fingers over Jordan's head, her brows slightly furrowing while his hands squeezed her thick brown thighs.

"sh-shit, Jordan," Teja moaned airily, her brows slightly furrowing, as she felt his tongue slither and wiggle inside her folds and her hips lightly jolted against his face, "mmh, eat this pussy, Daddy... eat your pussy just like that, baby."

"like that, mama? hm?" Jordan hummed against her, sending vibrations through her core and up her spine, as Teja shakily whimpered and her back slightly arched off of the door, her grip on her underwear tightening while she rubbed the nape of her boyfriend's neck.

"yessss— o-oh, shit!" Teja gasped, feeling his middle and ring fingers slide inside her walls, as her palm gently smacked the door she was pinned up against and her eyes rolled back, feeling soft kisses be littered around both of her inner thighs while her juices began to drip down Jordan's hand.

moans, whimpers, and whines fell from Teja's two-toned lips and sounds of her gushiness aired out into the room as her eyes fluttered closed and her hand moved from the nape of his neck to his hand on her right thigh, gently squeezing it while she shakily exhaled. Jordan's fingers thrusted inside of the woman at a slow and semi-deep pace and he laid kisses around her vagina, occasionally laying some on her clit and causing her hips to jolt.

suddenly, Jordan's fingers curved, and Teja's whole body jolted as tingles almost immediately dispersed through her body, her grip on Jordan's hand tightening while she gasped loudly.

"oh, fuck, t-that's my spot!" Teja cried, feeling Jordan's hand slither underneath her shirt, as he pulled one of her breasts out of her bra and kneaded it in his palm, his index and middle fingers fiddling with and tugging at her sensitive nipple and earning feeble whimpers from her parted lips.

"right there? huh, pretty?" Jordan cooed, his eyes staring up at her with a combination of lust and mischief, as Teja vigorously nodded her head and her eyes rolled back, "ooh, you 'bout to cum, ain't you, baby? i feel that pretty pussy clenching, mama, you 'bout to wet my face up?"

Teja felt the pace of his fingers start to pick up and each thrust had him poking at her g-spot as her stomach muscles tightened and she let go of Jordan's hand, her hand sliding underneath her shirt and gripping her second breast out of intense pleasure while she practically gripped the life out of her underwear. her thighs began to tremble and her lips rested agape as Teja suddenly gasped and her stomach caved in, her body jolting and her brows furrowing while her legs locked on the man's shoulders.

"y-yes! oh, yes, yes, yes— fuck, baby, i-i'm cummin'!" Teja whined loudly, her hips grinding against his fingers, as Jordan laid his tongue out flatly and caught her nectar atop his pink muscle, causing a shiver to go down Teja's spine while she rode out her orgasm.

"there you go, beautiful. ride that nut out." Jordan cooed, a small smirk on his face, as he licked his lips and gently pulled his fingers out of her erogenous walls, slipping them in his mouth while he sucked her juices off of them and looked up at her.

sighing softly, Teja raised her head from the door and looked down at Jordan, noticing the smirk on his face instantly, as she let out a soft laugh and shook her head, removing both of their hands from underneath her shirt while she put her breast back into its cup.

"we ain't never doin' this again." Teja chuckled softly, letting go of her underwear, as Jordan chuckled and lowered her legs back down to his waist, her legs loosely locking around his hips while he kissed her lips.

"You know damn well this shit gon' happen again, T."

[swxrxgini]

Can you please write headcanons for Bhallaladeva when instead of devsena, he became obsessed with reader after seeing her portrait. And requests his mother to arrange their marriage. Can you also please write how will he court her and act around her before and after marriage? Thank you ❤️

|: The apsara in the portrait...

Receiver....Author: "Hello? Yes, okay. Thank you for the request!! This psycho is definitely a fan favourite and I love him so much!"

Receiver....Synopsis: "The beauty of Heranshi was it's princess and upon seeing a portrait of her painted by a villager from Heranshi, the elder prince of Maheshmati falls for her after seeing her portrait.."

Receiver....warnings: "Hello? Okay, not many warnings, but Bhallaldeva is probably a bit tamer here since he's not so much behind Devsena so he doesn't feel like he's losing another thing to Bahubali, so he's a bit tamer and not so much after the throne now| Reader mentioned to have siblings and mentions of pregnancy| He's a bit OOC|| Part 2: Nsfw"

✤ Bhalleldeva is a man of refined taste as one would say, he's a royal and the elder son of Rajamatha Shivgami Devi and a crown prince. Of-curse he's known for his lavish tastes. He wanted the throne, but couldn't get it. So when Shivgami Devi sent him away for, he got delighted as it gave him a chance to earn the throne back.

✤ While Bahubali was away, Bhalladeva indulged himself in different things, drinks, games, fights and especially women..when one day, as he was having fun with drinks, he overheard a few of the noble men's servants talking about an apsara from Heranshi, "Have you seen her hair??", "So black and so long, perfect for a lady of her title" compliments after compliments poured from their mouths for the so called princess.

✤ And one thing led to another and he got the foreign nobleman to pain a picture of the so called apsara, he was curious, he couldn't lie..and he could see why people of your empire loved you so much, you were so gorgeous with your long hair, gorgeous eyes, and stories of your kindness and more only encourage his sudden infatuation with you.

✤ He told his mum on accident how much he had begun liking you, and she excitedly call for a meeting after Bahubali returned for a while and they visited Heranshi for a while and met with the king and queen, both of them glad to meet the great Shivgami Devi, and her sons, Bhallalldeva and Bahubali.

✤ They were invited by the king and queen for a festival and you held a dance performance as the princess of your empire and he was star struck, Bahubali would smirk and nudge Bhallaldeva's shoulders and tease him about being obsessed with you before even knowing your name, as Bhalladeva would push him away as he giggled softly.

✤ You and your siblings were introduced to Bahubali and Bhallaldeva and he got to know your name, Y/N, and he was swooning, you were even prettier up close..he could barely hold himself up and he swear to god he felt his knees buckle underneath his weight as you smiled at him.

✤ After a lot of talk, you and Bhalladeva were to be put into an arranged marriage and so he started courting you, he would bring your extremely gorgeous pendents and jewellery; anklets, armbands, earrings, necklaces, nose rings, bracelets, dress belts, expensive clothing, some even bejewelled with gold and stuff.

✤ Flowers, gifts, statues, portraits, expensive clothing, spoiling you with food you liked, jewellery you enjoyed beaded with your birth stones or gemstones, diamonds, gold, silver, platinum and so much more. He would gift them to you and though you found it a bit too extravagant, your parents were happy you had gotten such a wealthy and rich fiancee for yourself.

✤ He knows he's conceited, a bit cruel, a bit of a sadist and if we're being honest, not a fit person for someone as kind and gorgeous as you. So he had to suck up SO MUCH pride and go to Bahubali for advice or Kattappa if hes EXTREMELY desperate and ask them for advice and actually takes some things into consideration even if he thinks Bahubali just talks his brain and word vomits whenever he speaks.

✤ Bahubali actually thinks this engagement between you two is pretty beneficial, not only for the alliance of empires, but also to build his relationship with Bhallaldeva. And he is pretty happy to do so with his brother, even if he doesn't like his brother a lot.

✤ Bhalladeva and you would be sitting like eating lunch or dinner and he would listen to whatever it is you have to say if you're more talktative and if he's the more talkative one, he'd be trying to tell you as much as he can about the books he read, stories of his childhood, about himself, about his empire, Maheshmati, to you while you listen with interest. If you're both a bit closer at this point, you both might even feed each other.

✤ Eventually he did have to go back, but you got your parents to send you with him to Maheshmati for a while to see how living there would be like while Bahubali headed back to see Devsena with Kattapa.

✤ You and Bhalladeva got certainly a lot of time together, you did not like his father Bijjaladeva a lot who sneered at you, but you didn't say anything to Bhalladeva because you did not want to be disrespectful to him and his family, especially not his mum, who come to like you a lot...But after a while, Bhalladeva did catch the uncomfortability you got around his dad and asked you once while you both laid in his bed.

✤ You did eventually speak your mind out a bit, trying to be as respectful as possible, ready to be kicked out or whatever..but he sighed, internally he knew you'd be creeped out by his dad's weird, not because of his weird body stature, but rather by his scheming, sort of evil intended nature..He calmed you down, promise to protect you...and talked to his dad about it as well.

✤ Simply to say, his dad was not happy and did try to scheme your death, but he shut it down and gave a stern talking to his dad. While you and him slowly got closer and closer, until Bahubali came back with more news that he liked Devsena and the two fell in love and stuff, it was pretty rushed, but him and Devsena seemed closer than anything.

✤ You and Bhalladeva's marriage was first and since you were quite beloved for your kind, generous and wealthy reign in your family's empire, people welcomed you with open arms. As you and him got married in a lavish wedding, your mother cried.

✤ During your marriage, let's say they still had the shoe stealing tradition, and so your sisters stole Bhalladeva's shoes which were so huge compared to them, and they had to be extra tricky, they stole the shoes when he removed them and he couldn't even feel bad cause you were laughing softly, looking so pretty.

✤ It was a good bonding moments and he did give your sisters huge sum of money to get his shoes back as your sisters, you, Bahubali, your close families laughed gently, and you were accepted into the family by Shivgami Devi immediately.

✤ Bhalladeva did complain to you about how he wanted the throne and stuff, but trying to a form a relationship with you, advice on relationships and stuff all came from Bahubali and so the two formed a bond, he became more interested in spending time with you rather than running an empire and besides, his mum's judgement never went wrong.

✤ You thought he showered you with gifts before, he showered you with gifts and affection even more after marriage, constant kisses, constant spending time together with him reading you old stories of Mahesmati or Heranshi..whatever he can get.

✤ Both getting palmistry to see your future in marriage and he did not wish to tell you anything, no matter how much you demanded it. He definitely became more mellowed out and calmer after your marriage, constant affection in private, though in public, his hand is always around yours. People of Maheshmati think it's rather adorable and servants even more so.

✤ He sometimes has you watch his fights with Bijjaladeva, him sometimes making back-handed compliments which you threw back with equally sassy yet respectable comments which made Bhalladeva laughed, though he tried not to show it.

✤ You know in the first week of marriage, Bahubali was sitting on the floor with kid's toys and you bent down and held his chin and kissed his forehead like a mum and you both go so confused cause he called you mum on accident after that and Bhalladeva instantly though you both were drunk...

✤ Apparently Bahubali is your babyboy brother too. And you were so incredibly happy for him as his marriage was done to such a gorgeous girl which you definitely teased him about as he giggled like a babygirl, while Bhalladeva glared at Bahubali.

✤ He has portraits painted of you and he gets pissed off if they don't portray your beauty exactly as he sees it, whenever after a puja he gets prashad, he feeds it to you first before eating it himself, same of taking the puja from the diya, he does it to you first before himself.

✤ Very protective and possessive, his murderous tendencies do jump back in when some man or lady tries to disrespect you, he has threatened and maybe killed hurt some people, not that he will tell you.

✤ Always decorating you with stuff you have in your closet after a day because it's a way he relaxes, seeing you dolled up and pretty, as it's tiring for you, since you have to take off so many heavy gold, diamond, gemstone and silver and other jewellery.

✤ It won't be too long before you do get pregnant, if you want NSFW headcanons...that's another thing, request it and maybe I'll do it. Maybe add in some scenarios for this too, fluffy ones though.

✤ But seriously, you do get pregnant pretty quickly, cause man he's a..how to say, he desperately insatiable guy and he thinks you'd look gorgeous while pregnant, and have children with your looks who he thinks will be absolute beauties on earth.

✤ During his and Bahubali's coronation, you calmed his nerves and told him it's fine to be a commander of arms right beside the emperor too and Bahubali thanked you immensely for it that his relationship with Bhalladeva was healed and not torn apart for the throne. He took the oath as Devsena made you sit with her, since she was cooing to your pregnant belly the entire time and congratulating you

✤ Speaking of Devsena, you and her literally become best-friends, especially after her and Bahubali's marriage and she gets pregnant not too long after you, brothers are not so different after all.

✤ But before she was pregnant, she gifted you so many things and you gifted her so many things from your empire, Heranshi as well. You and her took so much time with each other that after a while the brother's got jealous of each other's wife for having so much attention of their wife on the other's wife...yeah..

✤ Overall, pretty cute marriage, he's head over heels, loves you, obsessed with you, kills for you, dies for you, decorates you and loves your kids a lot.

© This writing work belongs to me, swxrxgini, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine, kiara. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[ramayantika]

Parvati (mystery academia)

Black. black. Stillness and dissolution. Nothingness is draped in shades of black which now surrounds you. This darkness however is not heavy. It surrounds you like a gentle mist, and there is a shower of large hibiscus flowers donning the darkest shade of red, like blood.

The chiming sound of anklets wake you up at night. A slow whisper rings in your ears. 'Wake up.' You lie wide awake. Your heart thuds in your chest, but the wake up call never recedes. Wake up from which sleep? There is no answer replying you.

Your mother sends you to light the incense sticks. By routine, you circle the sticks twice around the images of the gods. A jasmine flower falls on your hand, and for the first time, the eyes of the goddess bore into yours.

You sleep soundly. The wake up call of a feminine voice repeats once again. Your subconscious steals you into a dream. A room of mirrors welcome you and there is a sound of distant laughter outside the mirror. It is sweet and lively.

You stand in front of the mirrors. Seven mirrors and seven pieces, each a fragmented image until you peer closely. A woman stands behind you, tall and graceful with her hand raised in a blessing. The pearl stud on her nose shines like a mirror and you remember only the large gold nose ring.

'Wake up.' A warm hand caresses your head. Golden glow surrounds her hand. Your eyes are dazzled and you squint hard. Slumber takes you again in a comfortable embrace, but your soul has never been this aware, as if arising from a long slumber.

'Mother,' you call out. A soft hand caresses your head and some velvety fabric touches your cheek. It reminds you of a distant but loved maternal touch, and you feel like a child again. You are safed and loved.

A large serpent coils around your body. Its hood sits on the top of your head like a crown. Atop its hood lies a lotus. The serpent must terrify you, but there is a sweet smell of sandalwood, a shower of kadamba blossoms, and red gulal sprinkled in the air.

A woman dances in abandon. There is grace, there is desire, there is passion and there is liberation in the air around her, and in her being. It is electrifying. The beautiful queen-like woman transforms into a beacon of darkness, and red fades in your vision. A loud howl alerts your ears and loud thudding sounds of a drum beckon you closer. Black. You faint.

Nine women surround you. Each woman wears a different coloured saree. Some look motherly, some look youthful, and some look terrifying -- every shade of life taking its existence in their bodies.

A flash of lightening and your body jerks open. The serpent from your dreams coils around you tighter. A trident manifests beside you. Your hands touch the weapon and electricity fizzles through your body.

It is dark again. In pitch darkness, a lady in red and white, decked in gold and long flowing hair manifests herself in front of you. 'You have woken up then.' The serpent from your dreams has followed your path and hisses in agreement. It understands human language, some strange way of nature to show her power, the power of the divine feminine, Her. The serpent looks at you. There is humanity in its eyes. What a curious play of Prakriti!

The youthful woman who giggles as sweet as sugar, beware, she is wild and untamed. You may desire to claim her for yourself, but she shall not. She is the Mother of the Universe, manifesting in different forms. The little girls with pigtails who sweetly handed over her ladoo too is her, and so is the frail old lady in your neighbourhood. She is everywhere.

Nobody knows how did those vile men die, but justice was served. The wise old woman whispers about the devi serving justice, a feat these strong and burly policemen who claim to be the protectors of the common public, and the 'fair' judiciary had failed to achieve. 'I saw the devi drink their blood. Their severed heads served as her garlands. It is true.' The rest of the crowd roll their eyes at the rambling woman.

The final night. Loud sounds of the drums make your heart beat thud in excitement. Women march ahead, their foreheads adorned with red vermilion. Little children dance their way to the river as vehicles carry the idols of the goddess to the river. There is a huge crowd, each person chanting the name of the goddess. Amidst the humungous crowd, there is a call that makes you turn your head towards the sky. A golden glow forms against the dark clouds of the night, and there she is.

The cosmos manifests in her. Adorned with the stars and galaxies, she stands tall and large in the skies, her large doe-like eyes looking at her children with love and affection. She is jagat janani after all. Her trident manifests in her arms and she solemnly swears to protect her children from every harm. Jai devi! Jai maa durga!

'It isn't a dream. You have reached out to me, just like I. A mother want her children around her. Remember, you and me, we all are one.'

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[gingermintpepper]

hi I love your tags so so much! they were so sweet and so interesting and creative and the whole Aphrodite type of beauty thing sounds really interesting do you have any articles and recommendations to read further into it??

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Hello my fine feathered (I am assuming possession of feathers if you are, indeed, capable of flight) @hogoflight! I'm always always happy to hear that people appreciate my frenzied rambling in the tags :D! I have a lot of articles and recommendations :D!! Ancient Greek notions of beauty and representations of it in their art and sculptures is a pretty well studied topic! There isn't any way for us now to know definitively what the beauty standard was (it varied widely from region to region and culture to culture after all) but here are a couple of my favourite reads about Aphrodite and what her representations tell us about idealised beauty!

Probably the most empirically extensive one I can list is Krönström's thesis which compares statues of Aphrodite and literary text referring to both the goddess and mortal women to determine physical ideals for women in five specific eras of Grecian antiquity. Including measurements of the statues there are many descriptions of Aphrodite as 'curvy' with a 'voluptuous figure' and with 'ample buttocks and bosom'.

"When the beauty traits are described in the texts, they are never extreme or anything that could not be found in normal people just that they are more beautiful in every aspect. Furthermore, the sculptures’ physical forms look healthy, they are tall and have distinct curves. Great examples of this are the Knida sculpture and de Milo (the Melian) sculpture."

Of course, these images are still idealised, and there was still a concept such as 'too fat' or 'too skinny' found in written records (and this thesis even includes analysis of pornographic writings and descriptions of the fashion and stylings of pubic hair of women from different regions!!) but from an interpretational standpoint? There is absolutely no reason why these can't refer to a fuller figure. Height was also a very important factor after all and over the course of many eras, it seems like being well proportioned in addition to the length and appearance of one's hair were the most important factors (and, like Apollo, greater beauty was given to those with curlier hair)

Mireille M. Lee's 'Other Ways of Seeing' essay which talks about the forgotten female viewers of Knidian Aphrodite which is also extremely illuminating on how Aphroditic sexuality and sensuality was perceived totally differently from the well documented male voyeuristic gaze (which was overly preoccupied with the statue's nakedness and therefore over-sensationalised the statue's physical appearance) vs women's perspective on the statue which is more centered on the beauty of simplicity in Aphrodite's garment and decoration and in her power and ability to captivate both in her finery and without it. I think it's especially useful in exploring the importance of finery, jewellry and adornment in representations of Aphroditic beauty.

"Some of the small-scale copies are heavily jeweled, especially those from the eastern Mediterranean, for example the Hellenistic gilded terracotta statuette in the Çanakkale Museum (Fig. 5) in which the goddess wears, in addition to the armband on her (right) arm, the following: a necklace with multiple pendants; cross-bands extending over both shoulders and hips, with a cascading pendant in the center; a coiled snake armband on the left arm and another snake on her left thigh, and a twisted anklet on her right leg. (The left leg has been restored, and might also have featured an anklet.)"

"Jewelry is especially associated with Aphrodite in Greek literature. As seen above, in the Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite, the goddess adorns herself with gold jewelry, dress-pins, and earrings in the shape of flowers (162–3)..."

Finally, and to me, the most important one in the argument for an interpretation of Hyacinthus as fat, beautiful and fundamentally Aphroditic comes from Brilmayer's brilliant brilliant thesis done on Aphrodite's work and influence in Archaic Greek Poetry which does away with all of that masculine preoccupation with physical proportion, measurement and bodily ideals for a focus on a Sapphic Aphroditic ideal centered in clothing, ornamentation and, most importantly cunning as symbols of Aphrodite and ultimately a feminine idealised form of beauty. This paper also discusses Pandora and Helen in these terms and it is just kind of a wonderful read tbh.

"Combining Homeric and Hesiodic elements with her own ideas, she [Sappho] alters the way female beauty is viewed. For example, the Homeric war chariot – a symbol of male, military prowess - comes to symbolise the totality of Aphrodite’s power uniting in itself male and female qualities. Having addressed the concept of beauty directly, Sappho then concludes that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. With the help of Helen of Troy and her beloved Anaktoria, Sappho sets out to reinvent the concept of female beauty as a godlike, subjective quality that may be expressed in many ways, yet remains inspired by Aphrodite."

The conclusion to all of this of course is that Aphroditic ideal beauty is much more fluid compared to its stricter Apolline masculine standard. The nuances and understandings of both are of course, constantly being studied, analysed and scrutinised but really, if Dionysus who was both bearded and clean shorn, effeminate, birthed and rebirthed (and twice gestated!) and strongly associated with vegetation can be popularly portrayed as fat and handsome, why can't Hyacinthus?!

[conjuremanj]

SILVER DIMES In Hoodoo

Silver Dimes, Aka Mercury dimes were issued between 1916 and 1945.  These dimes were about 95% silver and depicted the of Liberty woth a phrygian cap (winged cap) This winged figure that was thought to be Roman God Mercury is no other then Lady Liberty her self.

Now in the true southern hoodoo not all dimes used were mercury dimes. In reality silver dimes were very difficult for slaves and even some freed Black men or women to get, so they usually had to substitute coins or coin like objects such as metal buttons to perform a ritual. So when you make a payment to a spirit you can use regular coins don't need to be real silver.

When dimes became more available The main types of dime that were used were the Barber dimes, Mercury dimes, and Roosevelt dimes.

In folk magic, images of money can be often used to draw money, luck, justice. These coins is carried to attract a particular essence of luck and money to let the spirit know you need that little extra help. There also carried and used for justice.

Now a lot of cultures from China to Europe, and the United States used silver coins for their magical rituals.

But when it comes to Southern African-American hoodoo tradition dimes were used in mojo bags and also were worn ether around the neck or ankle.

Another myth is that a coin from a leap-day is more powerful. I'm here to say it's not silver in it self is powerful just like gold is and can make a good charm.

In 1967 more than 20 percent of the patients in 4 Louisiana parishes were recorded as reporting to their Nurse or Doctor the use of copper, gold, or silver wires, coins, or rings tied around the neck, waist, or ankle. Today, the use of dime amulets is typically used for spiritual purposes over physical healing and silver is a must in your magical cabinet.

One of the important uses for silver dimes is payment given when purchasing graveyard dirt. (See my post on buying graveyard dirt)

Some Uses For A Dime is to be worn as a anklet or put them inside one's shoes to fear not walking over evil.

Making a charm: Take you mercury dime put in the middle of a piece of red flannel cloth add some money or luck oil. I also add a pinch of success, money powder on top of the dime pull it together and tie with string. This is a good powerful charm to have.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

If they decide to do Hera at some point in RoR what do you think she will look like? And what would her personality be like?

-Hera is always depicted as a regal woman, with her symbols being the peacock and crown (to name a few).

-She is the goddess of marriage, women, family, and protectors of women during childbirth.

-I see her being a femme fatal, not so much a warrior, but as a powerful woman that should not be crossed.

-Despite how Zeus looks, I see her looking more like her brothers, youthful and beautiful, like Hades and Poseidon.

-I can see her, after all these years of her husband cheating, that she is a calm and collected woman, but one that none should piss off, if they want to walk away with their balls still intact.

-She’s a mother, she can be strong and fierce, but also gentle and loving, she is a guiding hand but also a fierce defender, she could make the world tremble beneath her feet if she is angry.

-My personal vision of Hera has her with long red hair, like candy apple red (since we need some color variation in the characters), always pulled up into regal braid crowns, with sharp, piercing bright colored eyes.

-Dressed in long flowing robes, giving her an alluring shape but also covered completely, because unlike her husband, she’s loyal and not willing to even humor the idea of seducing another.

-I can see her with gold jewelry, necklaces, bracelets and bangles, armbands, and maybe some anklets as well, but I don’t see her with rings, keeping her hands bare.

-Just as beautiful as Aphrodite, but more like a MILF, curvaceous and stunning.

-Zeus likes to think he’s in charge, but Hera is the one running the show, handling all of the diplomatic and political things, while Zeus is just the face man, many know this and if they have any issues, they will go to Hera first, and Zeus knows he can’t do anything about it, or risk getting thrown out the window.

-The definition of a Boss.

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✨🌷Artio ✨🌷

✨🌷General Information ✨🌷

AKA

Princess Artio of Nantarora

The Girl from the Apple Tree

✨🌷Relatives ✨🌷

Widow Queen Cauaria (mother)

King Gobannus (father, deceased)

Merida (girlfriend/wife)

Elinor (mother-in-law)

Fergus (father-in-law)

✨🌷Occupation ✨🌷

Princess of Nantarora, Fairy of the Apple Tree, Vessel of the Ogham Quert

✨🌷Favorite ✨🌷

Favorite meal: Apple Tart

Favorite drink: Mead

Favorite flower: Apple blossom

✨🌷 Personality traits ✨🌷

Birthday: Oct 31st

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

MBTI: ENFP-T

Ogham Quert

✨🌷 Physical description ✨🌷

Gender: Female

Height: 163cm

Eye color: Dark Green

Hair color: Light Blonde

✨🌷Appearance ✨🌷

Artio is a slender youthful girl, apparently in her early twenties. She has long golden hair split in two long braids, that remind two bunny ears. Her eyes are deep green with yellowish/golden details. Her skin is milk bottle white with lovely pinkish blush. She dresses very elegantly, like an Iron Age Celtic princess, her fashion style is similar to Elinor’s. She wears a variety of gold and silver, mostly rings. She wears a bear necklace representing her father Gobannus tribe.

✨🌷Personality & Background ✨🌷

Artio was raised completely isolated from humans, in the Otherworld, which she named Albion (the White World or the High Lands in Gaulish) and she has no memory of her life on Earth with her family and even though she has some “flashes” and emotional response to them, she can't grasp what they mean.

She had constant contact with Faery beings throughout her life in Albion but none was able to connect with her at a deep level, since she always knew she wasn't one of them. She remained with an emotional hole until Merida's arrival.

Artio is warm-hearted, gentle and kind, understanding and sweet. She is jolly and energetic, not as fiercely as Merida but enough to give some trouble to the Fae during her childhood. She likes to chat and tell stories as much as listening to them. She is sometimes very innocent or out of orbit, doesn't get many references or figurative language since she spent most of her life in the Otherworld.

Despite her usual bright personality she might succumb to her curse – the rising sadness within herself, the melancholy that breaks the hearts of the women of her family through her ancestor Gwydion, from her mother's side. The Faery World protected her from it, but outside she can be consumed, even with the immortality powers of her ogham. Tamlin, her familiar, is her bridge to the spiritual world and prevents her from succumbing completely.

✨🌷Powers & Abilities ✨🌷

Artio’s apple tree can blossom and bear fruit simultaneously (like the trees of the Otherworld in the Celtic lore). She has enough power to make flowers bloom and trees bear fruit in the middle of winter and build her own personal springtime world at any place whether in human or the Fae world.

Her apples contain a variety of properties, including healing, increasing intuition and changing emotions. Some of the Fae say she can create those who can aake eternal love or despise or even bring immortality.

She can invoke objects out of thin air if they're connected to her domains. She can talk to birds and understand them. She has silver bell anklets and a golden ceremonial bell that can invoke spirits and Faery beings and set her in a state of trance.

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✨ Artio of Nantarora ✨

Here is the newest profile art and some of Artio's lore! She was created especially to be a LI for Merida, since it was too long I wanted to write a Brave fanfiction and I thought it was going to be interesting and a challenge to pair Merida with someone :3

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This is a very condensed version of her lore, if you want to know more about how her abilities, powers and personality unfold I suggest you check it out on my AO3, where I'm posting the fic, named The Arrow and the Flower.

Artio is also related to Chiara, Aradia's sister and my MC to Muriel's route. They are both of the lineage of Gwydion, a mythical-like hero inspired by the Welsh mythological figure of the same name.

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[kepamount]

Fire In Your Eyes ♠️

Part 4 - Kepa’s POV

mafiaboss!kepa, dark romance, angst, smut, fluff, comedy

Rating: M

Warnings: dark themes, organised crime, misogyny, female sexualisation, i think that’s it but pls lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 4.8k+

a/n: hey guys! here’s the fourth part of FIYE!! this picks up where part 3 left off so make sure you read this straight after that!! lmk if you wanna be on the taglist, hope you enjoy <33

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I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s able to get to me the way she does. It’s like she’s got a cheat code to getting under my skin, a cheat code no one else has ever managed to find. And she doesn’t just get under my skin – she makes me feel things. It’s very rare that people can invoke emotion in me.

Yes, I have a temper, but I don’t lose it very often. But her? Pissing me off must be like breathing to her. She does it so effortlessly, so carelessly, like it’s not even intentional. And then she makes me feel guilty about it, giving me those big eyes and flinching like she’s scared of me. My mother would disown me if she was to know the things I’ve done throughout my life and I’ve never felt guilty about any of it. But she makes me feel guilty for telling her no, for shouting at her, for breathing in her presence.

And she makes me want to protect her. When we stepped out onto the patio and the men were eyeing her, I wanted nothing more than to drag her back inside, away from their hungry gazes. I thought I’d kept her safe, forcing her to go inside, but hearing the whispered comments after she’d left? I nearly emptied my gun in their heads.

She also amuses me, lifts my mood. I manage to hold it in most of the time, but she makes me smile and laugh with ease. Even just the sight of her makes warmth spread in my chest. Seeing her lying there in the sun, she looked so beautiful. She was glowing in the sunlight, her eyes sparkling like the expensive designer jewellery I bought her on a whim two nights ago.

I’ve never desired for a girl. Money, power and independence are much higher on my list than a girl ever has been. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve slept with plenty, and enjoyed it most of the time. But I’ve never looked at a girl and thought to myself that I must have her at all costs. Never before her.

But she looks at me like I’m nothing more than an irritation. She craves her freedom to do what she wants, and I’m the man standing in her way. All she wants is to do her Pilates, eat nice food, swim in the pool and look pretty, and she has to ask me for permission for all of it. She can’t stand me, isn’t affected by my looks the way all other women are, and would rather me not be in her life at all. I even felt a rush of confidence to proposition her, and when other women would leap at the chance, she looked furious at the thought of sleeping with me. To her, I’m just her kidnapper and nothing more.

My men all think that I’m working on negotiations with her father when, in reality, I haven’t made any progress on it since my initial phone call with him. As it stands, she’s worth nothing to me. Her father has no interest in getting her back. And yet here she is, swanning around my house like she owns it. And here I am, keeping her away from men that look at her in a way that I don’t like, less than two days after spending more money on her than I pay some of my men in an entire year. I’m an absolute idiot for her.

‘Boss?’ Mason asks, bringing me back into the conversation. God, even just the thought of her is interfering in my business. I open my mouth to respond but before any words can come out, the patio doors slide open again. It’s like time moves in slow motion.

The tips of her white-painted toenails appear through the gap first, followed by her ankle, adorned with a gold anklet that I don’t recognise. The annoyance at her wearing her old jewellery quickly disappears when the rest of her leg follows behind, expanses of enticing skin. My eyes continue their journey up her flawless body, the curve of her hip, the fullness of her behind, the dip of her waist, the arch of her back, the roundness of her breasts, the prominence of her collarbones, the line of her neck and the contour of her jaw exposed by her hair pulled up into a bun on top of her head. And her perfect face with its stunning features, like it was created by Aphrodite herself.

The attraction pulsing through my veins only intensifies the rage I feel at what she’s wearing. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry about seeing such a beautiful girl in a bikini. I guess it’s my own fault for ordering it. I could kick myself right now, but I don’t think I’d reverse my actions if I had the chance because wow, she looks good.

The bikini’s nothing special, plain white with simple straps, but she looks special in it, the way it clings to her curves making my dick stir in my trousers. I cannot believe this girl is about to make me hard in the middle of a business meeting.

All eyes turn to her as she walks past, the girl completely ignoring us as she heads over towards the pool, her ass jiggling slightly with each step she takes. She knows what she’s doing – she admitted it yesterday when she said she uses her smile and her eyes and her tits to get what she wants. She’s doing it now, but not for the same reason. This time, it’s to piss me off.

‘La tua ragazza?’ Vincenzo asks, and I shake my head despite how much I want to tell him that yes, she is my girl. We’re not in a relationship but she’s mine all the same, and good luck to the man that tries to lay a finger on her. ‘È una parente?‘ he asks, and I shake my head again.

‘La hija del cabrón viejo.’ ‘Ah, so it’s true then? You took her?’ Anthony asks, and I nod, their eyes focused over my shoulders where the pool is. I wish I’d sat on one of the other sofas so I could see her now.

‘She doesn’t look like she’s a hostage,’ Angelo observes, making my blood boil. ‘He wants her looked after, and I don’t want to jeopardise negotiations. And she’s demanding,’ I say drily, laughter running around the group.

‘È molto bella. Wouldn’t mind making a wife of her,’ Vincenzo says mildly, and I raise an eyebrow, doing everything I can to keep myself calm. ‘You’d marry the old bastard’s daughter?’ Callum asks, Vincenzo looking at him in confusion. ‘You wouldn’t? Look at her. She’s as beautiful as they’ve always said she is,’ he replies, all of us turning our gazes towards the pool.

The sun bounces off the surface of the water and hits her body instead, patterns moving across her skin as she enters the pool using the steps, body gradually becoming submerged. She looks like an angel in the sunlight. She swims leisurely, keeping her head above the water and occasionally lifting a strong arm to propel her forward. The water distorts her body but, annoyingly, it still looks perfect.

I very much doubt she knows it, but her reputation precedes her. No one knows she’s a stepdaughter, but I don’t think anyone would really discuss it when her looks can be discussed instead. And trust me, they’ve been discussed. Not many people have seen her in person because her stepfather’s always kept her locked away, but all the men that managed to get glimpses of her would practically speak poetry of her beauty. She’s like a cult classic, a mini celebrity amongst the syndicates in and around the city. Everyone’s always spoken about la hija única del cabrón viejo, and how much they’d like to fuck her. I’d always thought everyone was exaggerating, and then I saw her. I even found her attractive in blurry CCTV footage and photos taken from faraway, and they show barely an ounce of her real-life beauty.

‘I could take her off your hands. Negotiate with me instead of her father,’ Vincenzo offers, and the thought of selling her off to him so he can marry her makes me want to vomit. He’s not even that bad of a guy, really. We’ve been in business for years and he’s trustworthy. He’s pretty likeable, even funny at times, and from an impartial point of view, he’s not bad-looking. They’d make a decent couple. God, I’ve never wanted to throttle him more than I do now.

‘Seriously?’ I ask, and he nods, not an ounce of joking in his face. ‘How old is she?’ ’21.’ ‘Perfect. I’ll marry her before she’s 23 – plenty of time to have a few kids. She’ll make a good wife. She’d probably be a good ex-wife too, if it gets to it,’ Vincenzo laughs, his men laughing along with him.

It’s nothing new for men in this life to treat women like a commodity. Her father would’ve only married her off to someone who would’ve have done the same. But I don’t think I could do it. I don’t think I could sell her to Vincenzo, knowing he only intends to use her for children and sexual company.

She’s so young, so full of life, a romantic at heart. She deserves to fall in love, and have someone fall in love with her. She deserves a man that would worship the ground she walks on. A man that would kill for her, die for her, live solely for her. A man whose first thought in the morning and last thought at night is her. A man who would devote his everything to her without expecting anything in return.

‘Lo siento, mi hermano, pero no. I’m close to an agreement with her father. If I back out now, it’ll start war, and I don’t want war. He’s planning to sell her off for marriage anyway, so just wait and speak to him when he has her back,’ I say, trying my best to keep my voice neutral, and he shrugs as if to say oh well, never mind.

‘I can wait, I suppose. But I wouldn’t mind having a taste of her first,’ he smirks, more laughter running around the group. Don’t kill him, don’t kill him, don’t kill him. ‘Good luck trying. She’s got a temper, and she’s a brat,’ I say mildly, jaw aching from how I’m clenching it, trying to cool my anger. ‘Sono un domatore di puttane,’ he jokes, all of his men laughing in response to him claiming he’s a bitch-tamer. My gun feels like it’s burning against my back, begging to be used.

‘Will she be at the party next weekend?’ he asks, reminding me of the surprise party we’re throwing for Kai and Sophia’s anniversary. I hadn’t even thought about it but something tells me that when she finds out we’re having a party here, she ‘ll guilt me into letting her attend. ‘Probably.’ ‘Perfect. A few dances and a few martinis should do the job,’ he grins, and I almost smash the glass in my hand with how strong my grip is, pure and hot rage bubbling up inside me.

‘Enough women talk,’ Mason says suddenly, catching me by surprise. I meet his gaze, realisation in his eyes. He’s worked out that I’m… fond of her, and he’s changing the subject on my behalf. I’m almost grateful, but I know he’s going to grill me after they’re gone. ‘I thought you loved to talk women, Mase,’ Vincenzo jokes. ‘You know me well, brother. But we’ve got business to discuss,’ Mason grins, Vincenzo nodding in agreement.

She’s still in the pool when we wrap up our meeting an hour later, my ears tuned-in to the light splashes of water. ‘For someone who heat doesn’t agree with, she’s been out in it for a while,’ Vincenzo says drily before sipping on his scotch, eyes focused over my shoulder.

‘Call her over,’ I say quietly, directing my words to Mason. ‘y/n!’ he calls before tilting his head, motioning for her to come over. I know I shouldn’t, but I turn to watch her anyway, all of our eyes on her as she swims to the steps.

She rests her hands on the railings, taking the steps agonisingly slowly, the water sliding off her body as she emerges from the pool, looking like a swimsuit model on Page 3. She lifts a hand to her bun, effortlessly pulling it out and letting her hair swish around her shoulders and down her back. Yeah, this girl is gonna be the death of me.

‘Merda,’ Vincenzo curses under his breath, and I can’t help but agree. Her hips sway as she walks towards us, droplets of water dripping from her skin and leaving a trail behind her on the grey tiles. Her eyes meet Mason’s as she nears us, lips curving up slightly, before her gaze slides towards me, smile slipping and eyes hardening. I just had to restrain myself from killing a good friend because of her, and she can’t even smile at me.

‘Hi,’ she says sweetly as she reaches us, voice gentle and innocent. She’s stood right beside my seat, body inches away from mine. It takes everything in me to keep my gaze from turning to the left so my eyes don’t land directly on her ass.

‘Ciao, bellissima,’ Vincenzo says, giving her a stunning smile and holding out a hand for hers. She gives it, letting him press a kiss to her skin while he keeps his eyes locked with hers. I’ve made very few bad decisions in my life, but the worst is definitely getting Mason to call her over. I didn’t think about it going like this.

‘Grazie,’ she murmurs in response, shy smile on her lips, Vincenzo’s smile widening at his language on her lips. ‘Tu parli italiano?’ he asks, still holding her hand, and she nods, some hair falling into her eyes, her free hand lifting to push it back. ‘Un po,’ she replies, still smiling, Vincenzo looking satisfied.

I briefly wonder how everyone else gets such a nice version of her, sweet and demure, and then I note the tight set of her shoulders, the tension keeping her spine pin-straight, and how her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She’s uncomfortable, wishing to be anywhere other than here. This is a false version of her, and I almost find my ego boosting at the thought that the version I get is real.

As much as I want to send her inside to give her reprieve from Vincenzo and his men, I bite back the words. If she wants to prance around my business partners in nothing but a bikini, she can deal with the consequences. Maybe it’ll teach her not to play games with me.

‘How’s he treating you?’ Vincenzo asks, letting go of her hand as his eyes flit to me, and I’m interested in hearing her response, wondering if she’s going to publicly voice her disdain for me. ‘Very well. I’m lucky to have such a generous kidnapper,’ she responds as she places a hand on the back of my seat, Vincenzo and his men laughing despite how her voice contained not an ounce of insincerity.

‘I bet you’re planning your escape,’ Vincenzo grins, and she shakes her head, complete seriousness on her face. ‘Not at all. My life here is exactly like my life at home. If anything, Kepa treats me better than my father does,’ she smiles, the sound of my name on her lips for the first time making my brain shut down for a few moments.

‘Kepa, huh? First name basis?’ Vincenzo asks with a raised eyebrow, gaze turning to me. ‘I wouldn’t expect a lady to use anything other than my first name,’ I reply mildly, wondering if she even knows what else she would call me. I haven’t mentioned it to her at any point, so she’d only know through her father and brothers, and she hasn’t let on at any point that she knows who I am. I think she’d be much more scared of me if she did.

‘Ever the gentleman,’ Vincenzo grins before rising from his seat, his men following suit. ‘Well, it was lovely to meet you, mia bella signora, and it was great doing business with you, miei cari fratelli. I have another meeting at 3, so we’d better get going,’ he says as I stand up, my men only standing after I do.

‘See you soon, hermano,’ I say, shaking his hand firmly, and he nods with a grin. ‘Mason, see our guests out,’ I say, Mason leading them back into the house through the sliding doors that lead into the kitchen.

She goes to follow behind them but I grab on to her wrist, her skin burning my palm despite how damp it is. ‘You’re not dismissed,’ I murmur, the girl rolling her eyes as I release her wrist, and I remain silent until all of Vincenzo’s men are inside. She doesn’t meet my eyes, looking down at her feet, and it’s clear she’s waiting for a scolding. I did want to tell her off but I hate being predictable.

‘What are your plans for today?’ I ask, her big eyes looking up at me through her lashes, a questioning gaze meeting mine. ‘My… plans?’ she asks, and I nod impatiently. ‘I’m assuming you’re about to tell me what they are,’ she says with a small smile, her sass making me hold back a laugh.

‘I don’t like when people make assumptions.’ ‘Was it right though?’ she asks with a grin, and I roll my eyes, unwilling to admit it. ‘I knew it. Go on, what have you got lined up for me today, boss?’ she asks cheekily, earning a warning look from me.

‘You have a nail appointment at 4,’ I begin, her eyes lighting up. ‘A nail appointment?’ ‘Yes. The girl that does Sophia’s nails is coming over,’ I say, Reece and Callum exchanging a glance, probably thinking I’m an absolute pushover. ‘OMG, thank you!’ she exclaims, and I push down the affection sparking up inside me.

‘You can repay me with dinner.’ ‘Dinner?’ she asks, and I nod. ‘The five of us will sit down to dinner today at 8, and you will cook it. Understood?’ ‘Mmhmm,’ she says excitedly, her mind visibly whirring already with thoughts of what she’s going to make for us.

‘Now go inside and put on some more clothes like I told you to earlier,’ I say sternly, the girl looking slightly guilty as she nods before heading inside with a smile at Reece and Callum. They smile back at her before turning their gazes to me as soon as she’s gone.

Their thoughts are clear on their faces, both of them grinning at me, and I give them a cautioning look. ‘Don’t say a word, either of you. I’m really not in the mood,’ I say darkly, Callum pretending to zip his lips closed. ‘We weren’t gonna say anything, boss,’ Reece claims, and I just shake my head tiredly.

I quickly change the subject, giving them some instructions and sending them to the garage before I head to my office. Less than a minute after I’ve settled into my chair, Mason bursts into the room. I want to chastise him but then I remember he’s my underboss, not the big-eyed little kid who used to follow me around everywhere. He deserves more respect and credit than I give him.

‘Her father doesn’t want her back, does he?’ he accuses instantly, dropping into a chair on the other side of the desk. ‘No,’ I reply truthfully, his eyes narrowing with irritation. ‘How could you not tell me?’ ‘I didn’t want you to judge m-’ ‘Judge you? Me? You think I would judge you for anything? Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve stuck beside you through everything, Kepa. You falling for a girl wouldn’t change that,’ he says passionately, clearly bothered by the fact that I didn’t tell him. Now he’s managing to make me feel guilty too.

‘I haven’t fallen for her.’ ‘Stop with the lies. I know you better than anyone, and I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you look at her. And I thought you were gonna put a bullet in Vincenzo’s head over what he was saying about her,’ he says pointedly, and I don’t say anything for a long few moments, the boy waiting in silence for my response.

‘If you were to come across an injured kitten in the garden, what would you do?’ I ask, Mason blinking at me in confusion. ‘What?’ ‘Answer the question.’ ‘I don’t know. Probably bring it into house. Give it some milk, take it to the vets,’ he says, and I nod.

‘That’s how I see her. Something delicate and fragile. Something to look after, and protect.’ ‘You kept her tied to a chair for 20 hours straight,’ he says flatly, making me glare at him. ‘If the kitten scratches you, you have to tell it off,’ I say, Mason rolling his eyes.

‘I don’t like this analogy.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because no one would look at a kitten the way you looked at y/n when she came out in that bikini,’ he says simply, and I let out a noise of irritation. ‘She’s a pretty girl. Am I not allowed to admire pretty girls without people assuming I’ve fallen for them?’ I ask, and he raises an eyebrow.

‘Kepa, you didn’t even look at your Victoria’s Secret model the way you looked at y/n,’ he says, reminding me of one of the many flings I’ve had over the years. It’s true – the Victoria’s Secret model was beautiful, but she just wasn’t… y/n.

‘Mason, I don’t know what you want from me. I’m admitting to you that I have a soft spot for her, but it’s because she’s so young and so innocent. She’s not a bad person, and I can’t treat her like one. Her father doesn’t want her, but I can’t find it in me to throw her out on the streets. I’ve done bad things, but never to someone so vulnerable and harmless,’ I say, Mason still looking sceptical.

‘It’s nothing to do with how sexy she looked getting out of that pool?’ he asks, igniting a jealous fire in my chest. Why did I buy her that fucking bikini? ‘No. Not at all,’ I lie, Mason clearly not buying it but eventually nodding anyway. He’s got more sense than to keep arguing with me when there are more pressing matters at hand.

‘So now what? She stays with us forever, wearing designer clothes you buy her and swimming in the pool?’ Mason asks, and I let out a little sigh. Truthfully? I don’t know what to do with her. I’ve been putting the question off until I’m forced to confront it, and it seems that moment is now.

‘We speak to her brothers, I suppose. See if any of them are willing to bargain,’ I say tiredly, rubbing at my jaw with my hand. ‘And if not?’ ‘Then we sell her to Vincenzo,’ I say, knowing it’s the most sensible option. Mason clearly doesn’t agree, his mouth dropping open.

‘You’re joking? You’re keeping her here because you want to look after her, but you’re willing to sell her to him?’ Mason demands, and I nod despite every cell of my body disagreeing. ‘He’d be good to her, Mase. She’d get to spend his money, have free reign of his house. She can wear her nice clothes, have her nails done every week, do her Pilates, eat her gluten, dairy and nut free food at his house just as much as she can here, and just as much as she did at her father’s. It’s not like marrying a made man isn’t what she was groomed for her entire life,’ I say, Mason’s disapproval written all over his face.

‘I don’t like it. You heard how he spoke about her. Like she’s a piece of meat. He wouldn’t be faithful to her. He’d treat her as a baby machine and an accessory to take to parties.’ ‘Like any man in this life would,’ I remind him, and he shakes his head. ‘None of us would. We all know she’s a good person, that she deserves better. How can you say you have a soft spot for her, but be willing to sell her to Vincenzo like she’s nothing but an object?’ Mason asks passionately, and it’s clear she’s completely wormed her way into his affections too.

‘My hands are tied, Mason. Her father’s not interested and if her brothers aren’t either, there’s nothing else I can do. If she stays here, spending all my money and walking around the house like she owns it, what do you think my men will say?’ ‘Fuck what they say.’ ‘I can’t keep her here as a hostage forever,’ I say, ignoring his interjection, knowing I’m being much more sensible than him.

‘So don’t. Let her go free. Give her some money for a place and let her have her own life, away from this world,’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘Mason, you know I can’t do that.’ ‘You can! You’re Kepa fucking Revuelta! You can do whatever you want!’ ‘What has she done to deserve me setting her up for life?’ I ask, and he looks skywards as though I’m being dense.

‘She’s a good person. Neither of us want to see her harmed or treated badly. You know she’d stay hidden if you gave her the opportunity.’ ‘So is that what we should do for every good person that crosses our path?’ I demand. ‘She’s different. And you know it,’ Mason says quietly, a silence falling between us.

It’s not a bad idea, really. We could come up with some bullshit story to appease my men so they don’t think I’m a pussy who fell for my own hostage. It’d be the perfect way to keep her safe and away from violence while still being able to keep tabs on her. I could see her whenever I wanted, under the guise of using her house as a base for work. But I can’t do it. I can’t show her, in any way, that I care about her. It would completely ruin the image I give off. They’d all see me as a joke.

‘It’s not happening, Mason. Give it up,’ I say heavily, and he shakes his head, still not happy. ‘You can’t marry her off to Vincenzo.’ ‘What would you have me do? Other than buying her a house?’ I demand irritably, and he considers the question for a few seconds. ‘You marry her,’ he proposes, the suggestion rendering me speechless for a brief moment. ‘You think I should marry her?’

‘Why not? She’s a beautiful girl, and she’d make an amazing wife and mother. You like her, and she likes you. She’s made herself at home in your house. She fits in and gets along with all of us. She’s practically already part of the family anyway,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘She doesn’t like me, Mase. I’m her kidnapper.’ ‘God, you are so fucking dense sometimes,’ he mutters, continuing on before I can reply.

‘I think, given the choice, she’d rather marry you than Vincenzo. Better the devil you know and all of that. And at least then you could protect her forever. And any other woman that you marry, you’d have to do business to sort out the arrangement. You’d be getting her for free, and that’d piss the old bastard off,’ he says, really trying to sell me the idea. I almost slap myself when I realise I’m considering it, more than I considered buying her a place.

‘No. It’s not happening. And that’s enough on the matter. I’m going to get in contact with one of her brothers tomorrow, and we’ll continue the conversation after that. Understood?’ I ask, Mason nodding reluctantly.

‘Now, go. Callum and Reece are waiting for you in the garage.’ ‘Where are we going?’ ‘To order party supplies for next weekend,’ I say, the boy perking up. Nothing excites Mason like girls, parties and murder.

‘Any specific theme in mind?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Forgive me if I haven’t given it any thought,’ I say pointedly, the boy grinning. ‘Good thing I have then,’ he responds, and I raise an eyebrow in warning. ‘Nothing stupid, or over the top. Sophia likes classy,’ I remind him, his grin only growing even more. ‘I can do classy,’ he says, not convincing me in the slightest.

‘Hmm. We’ll see.’ ‘Yeah, we will. I got this covered, boss. Don’t worry,’ he says confidently before disappearing from my office, leaving me wondering if I should even attend this party. I might end up being jumped by Sophia if Mason fucks this up. But, then again, it’d be worth it to see my hostage dressed in something pretty that I’ll buy for her.

Ay, dios. I’m in too deep.