#i love fem aven

[moshaeu]

part two

[preacher13daughter]

all i want is a femxfem relationship where everyone thinks were best friends

[rinneverse]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 + 𝒅𝒓. 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐. ˒ ⊹

cw fem reader / threesome / aventurine x f!reader x ratio / i wrote this directly into tumblr drafts; it is not proofread. proceed w caution EL O EL / usage of petnames (darling, sweetheart) / mentions of mindbreak / degradation and dirty talk / dacryphilia / light choking / teasing / oral (m!receiving) / spit-roast

love, oak! just a lil drabble. aven and veritas have me in a chokehold i fear.

i constantly think about how being in a relationship w both veritas ratio and aventurine would be...

i think, purposefully or not, things turn a little bit competitive with the two of them. who can take you out on the better date, who buys you the best gifts—and most importantly: who satisfies you the most.

and it’s not that they necessarily hate eachother so much they want to one-up the other (on the contrary; they like having you in common. being at your beck and call is what they live for, to your eternal surprise), they just find it fun. and it's the kind of fun they indulge in every night, making a symphony out of your sweet moans and pleasure-soaked whimpers.

this just happened to be one of those nights.

"look 't her. so depraved. our good girl, eh, ratio?"

"shut it, aventurine. i don't want to hear you talking when there's something much prettier to listen to right here."

seated on veritas's lap, he grasps your hips in his large hands as he guides you onto his thick length. a long moan falls from your lips as you feel the tip breach your dripping cunt, followed by a pleasant ache and stretch as he pulls your hips flush to his.

a warm breath ghosts the shell of your ear. aventurine crowds you from behind, the blazing heat of his chest pressing against your back. his hands ghost up your sides, leaving gooseflesh in their wake as they make their way up your body. he cups your tits, massaging the supple flesh and rolling your nipples, adding to the orchestra of stimulation the two men were making you feel.

"i suppose i can agree with you on that. she sounds just so delightful, doesn't she? makes me wanna break her—" a breathy whimper leaves you as aventurine licks up the skin of your neck, leaving a blazing trail of wetness as he kisses the shell of your ear. he continues in a soft whisper, "—yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

ratio holds your hips tightly, denying you the pleasure of grinding down against him. his smile is serpentine as he looks up at you. "go on—answer him, darling. would you like us to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name?"

ratio's golden eyes narrow, watching your every move. the way you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip taken between your teeth as you stifle a sob. he can't help himself—his hips buck slightly, drawing another breathy moan from your throat.

"she just clenched so nicely around me. i think she would like that. what do you think, aventurine?" ratio's voice drips with sultry honey as he speaks. his hands cup the globes of your ass, slowly coaxing you to move along his length. the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is maddening, and you pulse around him in response as he forces you back down. his tip hits that spongy little spot inside you, bringing tears to line your pretty eyes, making your mascara run as droplets drip down your face.

aventurine pauses mouthing along your neck to smile. there's nothing pleasant in that grin though—only the feral need to please you, to take you in the palm of his hand and mold you to his liking. right now, he'd like nothing more than for you to be his pretty little cockslut, taking him and ratio until they had nothing left to give you.

"i think so too," aventurine responds. his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to meet his gaze. there's so much love and adoration for you in those beautiful cerulean and lavender eyes, mixed with a cruel hunger that glimmers as he leans in, tongue peeking out to lick away the salty tears that run down your cheeks. "god, sweetheart. you look so pretty like this. is ratio's cock satisfying enough for you? is he making you feel good?"

you nod fervently, mouth falling open in a moan as aventurine's hand snakes down to play with your clit while ratio works you up and down his cock. they work in perfect tandem; of course, they've done this a million times before. ratio and aventurine have perfected the art of pleasing you.

"use your words, darling. am i making you feel good?" ratio hisses between gritted teeth. he's obviously feeling good too, if the way his cock twitches inside you is any indication. aventurine lets your face go in favor of letting it drift down, holding your neck gently. a promise, you think. it sends a thrilling feeling down your spine, your nerves alight with electricity as you try to roll your hips down against ratio. the hand around your neck tightens a fraction, the hand on your clit pausing, drifting away and caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs as aventurine waits for your response.

"yes, yes!" you cry out, desperate for any sort of friction. your hips buck fruitlessly. "feels s'good, veri!"

you're rewarded with aventurine's fingers deftly working at your clit again as ratio bucks his hips, fucking up into you. his pace isn't fast, but he hits you so deeply it sends your entire being into a frenzy. you can feel your stomach tighten, a telltale sign of what's to come.

"atta girl. you're taking him like a champ, aren't ya? don't forget about me, though. you can take more, surely?" aventurine drawls.

aventurine nods to ratio and suddenly you're being manhandled, forced onto your knees. you can feel ratio behind you while aventurine greets your face with a sanguine smile. you bite down the whimper that fights to escape you at the lack of stimulation—you were so close. with the way aventurine's smile is slowly poisoned with a smug satisfaction, he knows it too.

"hi, sweetheart." aventurine says as he unbuckles his belt with a clink. he pushes the fabric of his pants and boxers down, his cock obscenely slapping against his abdomen as its freed. he's already leaking pre; despite his put-together demeanor, you know he's desperate for you. you smile at him as he languidly pumps his cock.

you watch as aventurine seems to have a silent conversation with ratio. it lasts only a heartbeat—he looks back down at you as he brings his tip to your lips. your tongue darts out, running along the head, down the length of him, drawing a pretty moan from aventurine that makes your stomach do flips. as your lips close around him, you feel ratio push into you again, a lewd squelch sounding as he sinks into you.

they work you in tandem, aventurine holding your face as he guides your mouth on his cock, ratio fucking into you from behind. you're already close again. you can feel it.

"she loves this," ratio notes, a hint of smugness in his voice. "she's absolutely drooling around me. feel good, darling?"

of course, you can't respond. aventurine fucks your mouth gently, his eyebrows furrowed as he groans. you can see every twitch of his abs, the roll of his muscles as he fights down the pleasure your lips bring him.

"oh yeah. she’s definitely enjoying herself. don’t tire yourself out too fast though, i can go all night." aventurine smirks.

it feels like ratio’s thrusts grow a bit more punishing. his large hands grip the fat of your ass tightly as he says, "worry about yourself. i lasted longer than you last time, remember? not to worry though. i won’t stop until our darling is completely satisfied. isn’t that right?"

aventurine’s hips stutter slightly as you moan around his cock. "let’s see who makes her cum the most then, shall we?"

"fine then. we shall."

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

[bandaidrights]

Hello :)), Do you know @havanillas Werewolf x Vampire AU? Can I request hcs about them, but Fem Ratiorine?

DO I KNOW @havanillas VAMP/WEREWOLF RATIOTINE AU? You bet your butt I do, and ofc

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(1) aven is a messy eater, very messy, she gets blood all over her face and shirt and ratios shirt and it's js everywhere. Ratio cleans her face like how a mom cleans their toddler, agressivly wiping with a wet wipe

(2) ratio, but in wolf form, kinda js collapses on aven, like she'll be sitting on the couch or smthin and suddenly there's her probably 200 pound huge wolf gf on top of her

(3) bat aven hides in ratios hair, especially when it's up in a bun, she js kinda sits up there

(4) Ratio pretends to be fully asleep while only really being half asleep, just to keep using aven as a pillow, avens chest, lap, stomach, she's not picky. But when aven starts scratching behind her ears or tells her how pretty she is, ratios tail starts wagging like crazy and it gives away that she's not actually asleep

(5) Ratios tail twitches when she hears aven come back or enter the room, it's a very small twitch but aven sees it. It makes her giggle and that just makes Ratio's tail actually wag

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Whys my acc mostly fem now, it's ok, winners love winning

[hitomisuzuya]

Soft smut with Aventurine, I want to praise him, tell him how much I love him, and how he’s doing so well for me

I wasn’t sure if you were taking requests from Aventurine but then I saw what you just posted

If you don’t want to write this feel free to ignore!!

Anyways I love your writing so much and I’m glad you’ve picked up writing for Aven, now one of my favorite writers writes for by far my two favorite characters to read about :)

Aventurine x fem!reader. Soft smut. Cunnilingus. Praise. Pussy drunk! Aventurine. Aventurine cums from praise.

I am always taking requests for Aventurine. I want to spoil him with praise, so he cums from it. Spoiling him is the name of the game, isn't it? Thank you🥺❤️

It was Aventurine who seduced you into this position, using his silver tongue and teasing phrases that made you red faced and flustered. However, as his hand caressed your inner thigh, his eyes glinting satisfied hearing your shaky moan as he parted your folds with his tongue, you did something that softened the playful look in his eyes.

You'd reached down to stroke his hair. It was such a tender, and loving action. One that made that usual playful look melt into one of complete adoration. Adoration for you.

Aventurine sighed into your cunt, content as you ran your fingers through his hair again. A soft moan of pleasure escaped your parted lips, pleasure spiking through you as he lovingly kitten licked your clit. His eyes were trained on your every movement, ears keenly focused on your noises.

Between your thighs, he was looking up at you like you are the center of his whole world. Without you, he would have nothing left to grasp onto and cling to. It was hard for him to feel vulnerable, but you made him secure enough to show vulnerability.

And it was liberating for him.

Your back arched off the bed, your hips rolling up into his mouth as he latched his lips around your clit. The prodding and licking of his tongue sent your clit throbbing, louder noises of pleasure for Aventurine to feed off of keened from you.

"Y-You are doing so good for me," You stumbled over your words. And Aventurine loves when you do that. That told him he was really making you feel good.

He groaned into your cunt, his mouth leaving your clit. He flicked his tongue at your hole, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head feeling it clench around the tip of his tongue. He slowly lapped at your hole, moaning huskily as you pushed his face further onto your cunt.

Aventurine's fingers trembled as he held your thighs apart. Your body was starting to tremble in his hands, your legs shaking as you grinded against his mouth. "Good boy, Aventurine. Your tongue feels so good," Hearing more of your praise made his tongue feel more ravenous.

His cock pulsed hard between his legs, muffling the sweetest whimper into your cunt as he rutted into the mattress. He knew you were eager to please him too, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. He was soaking up your words of praise, lapping and sucking, starved.

"Please," Aventurine groaned, swirling his tongue around your clit as he held your cunt against his mouth, determined to soak the taste of you on his tongue. "I need to hear it," With every fiber of his being.

He couldn't even be embarrassed about already being so close to cumming just from hearing your praise. But he couldn't get enough of it. He knew it wouldn't take the much to push him over the edge.

"I-I--" Pleasure quaked so strongly through you that you stumbled over your words again. Aventurine vibrated a moan of anticipation on your clit. "I love you, Aventurine I love you so much!"

He moaned like he had just heard the one thing he'd been waiting to hear all his life.

"Good boy, good boy," Your words keened another whimper from Aventurine. "I'm so close, please don't stop!" You were writhing on the bed, your fingers urgently tugging on his soft hair.

Your pleas, utter praise, and chants of good boy finally pushed him over the edge. His body shook as cum soaked his pants. He rode out his orgasm by further tasting you. His tongue was frenzied on your clit.

He was determined to be worthy of soaking up and basking in your praise. And the way you looked at him, your body trembling in the wake of your orgasm told him that he deserves it.

[vxlenst3in]

tags: aventurine x fem reader, nsfw, f!ngering, tiny degradation, fake empathy, edging, hand fetish‼️

a/n: i’m so sorry omgg, i’ve been so busy and tbh also not really motivated to finish any of my drafts. but to feed my starved children (you all) i cooked up some quick aven smut (in the span of 20 minutes). i got one more aven fic in my drafts but it’s kinda a fail ngl, it’s basically the pt2 to the aventurine gunplay thingie i wrote. so do let me know if you’d like to read that😭😭 as always, reqs are open🫶

Aventurine, one of the most talented men when it came to coin tricks. He’d always try to impress you with them, showing you how easily the coin would move from left to right and right to left, slipping so smoothly in between his gloved fingers. And you had to admit, it was indeed very impressive. You tried it once or twice, but without success. Aventurine would always just grin at you, talking about how your little hands just aren’t as talented as his. It would make you slightly pout, asking him to teach you, but he would just turn it down, saying he’d teach you another time.

You loved his hands anyway, slim and long fingers, short nails and a soft palm — whenever he wasn’t wearing those gloves at least. If he was, rings would decorate his hands even more, the gold shining and sparkling as he pushed your hips down. His fingers were hidden in your cunt, curling and thrusting. He didn’t even take off his glove before practically shoving his hand inside you, the fabric feeling rough and soft at the same time, creating a whole new sensation.

He’d always comment on how wet your pussy is, on how nicely it squeezes around his fingers, on how stupidly easy you go dumb only from his hand. Aventurine’s thumb was on your clit, pressing down on it whenever his fingers thrusted into you. The poor people in the hotel room next to you, having to hear your stupid cries and pleas for mercy all night long, all because Aventurine was just a little too talented with his hands.

He fucking loved bringing you to the edge just to deny you again, showing fake empathy. “Poor thing..Let’s try again, shall we?” His pants felt way too tight at this exact moment, watching you beg and beg and beg, while your cunt ruins his gloves and soaks even the skin underneath.

Eventually he would let you cum. Eventually he’d finally stop teasing you so much, and move his fingers in scissoring motions one last time before feeling you explode all over his hand. His other hand was intertwined with yours, his thumb rubbing circular motions over the back of your hand, while the other just abused your insides even further.

How silly that it all started with a little:”What other tricks do you have in store?”

[aventurineswife]

I just realized I haven’t sent any reqs since you opened them back

So I’ve had this idea for a while now

uuuh aventurine x reader cause aven the love of my life (preferably fem! But do what u prefer hehe)

and like reader only feels loved and validated sexually

and so like she somehow meets aventurine in like a casino or something and like maybe aventurine starts talking to her cause idk maybe he’s bored and they somehow start flirting and so reader immediately thinks that he wants to like uuuuuh fuck w her cause she think that people only want her like that and maybe like aventurine somehows makes understand that she’s worth much more than that and uh yeah

u don’t have to if it makes u uncomfortable ofc

Eyes That See Through the Veil

Summary: In the opulent world of high-stakes gambling, you meet Aventurine, an enigmatic and dangerously charismatic executive. What begins as a flirtatious encounter quickly takes an unexpected turn when Aventurine sees through your facade of confidence and desire for validation. As he challenges your belief that your worth is tied solely to physical intimacy, you’re left questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself—and what it truly means to be valued.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Fluff with Emotional Depth, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Worth Themes, Flirting and Banter, Subtle Angst, Character Growth.

Warnings: Discussions of self-esteem and feelings of inadequacy, Mentions of past emotional trauma and validation through physical intimacy, Slightly suggestive themes (no explicit content), Emotional vulnerability.

A/N: don't worry, it's alright! I'm not uncomfortable with it 🤭

The glimmering lights of the casino reflected off your dress, its silken fabric catching the ambiance with each step you took. The world around you buzzed with excitement and wealth, a playground for those who reveled in the high stakes. But for you, it was a mask—a way to feel validated. As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you could only feel truly seen when the desire of others was drawn to you, especially in the form of lust.

You had been here before, among the glitzy chaos, mingling with men who only saw the outside. What they didn’t know—or didn’t care about—was the emptiness inside you. You had learned long ago that the only way to feel desired, to feel important, was through their attention, their touch. And tonight, it would be no different.

But then, he walked in.

Aventurine.

You had heard the name whispered amongst the elite, the stories of his strategic brilliance, his uncanny ability to navigate the most dangerous of gambles. A man who wore his heart on his sleeve—or rather, who wore his heart on his clothing, his smile, his every calculated word. His eyes seemed to see straight through the crowd, and when they landed on you, it was like the world had paused.

With a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, he sauntered toward you, the soft click of his shoes on the polished floor almost hypnotic. He didn’t need to say anything to command your attention. His presence was a magnet, drawing you in without even trying.

"Well, well," he murmured, voice smooth as velvet, his gaze never leaving yours. "Is this seat taken, or should I roll the dice and take a chance?"

Your heart quickened, and you leaned against the bar with a seductive tilt of your head, your lips curling into a playful grin. You didn’t need to think about it. You knew exactly what he wanted. Everyone wanted the same thing, right?

“Depends," you replied, the edge of flirtation evident in your tone. "Are you here to play, or are you just another gambler looking for a quick win?”

Aventurine chuckled softly, the sound almost dangerous. “I never gamble without knowing the stakes,” he said, stepping closer. “But I’m always intrigued by those who think they can read me.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, the challenge glinting in your own gaze. "I don’t think. I know."

He studied you for a moment, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Ah, yes. You’re the type of woman who enjoys being the prize, aren't you?"

You could feel the familiar rush of validation, his words sinking into your skin. Yes. He gets it. He was here for one reason, just like all the others. To win you over, to take you for a night of pleasure. You could do that, couldn't you? Let him use you, the way everyone always did.

His smile softened, though, as if he had read the fleeting sadness behind your confident exterior. His eyes glimmered with something deeper, something more genuine than you'd expected. “But I wonder,” he continued, leaning closer. “What if the real gamble here isn’t what I can win from you, but what you might be able to win for yourself?”

You blinked, thrown off guard by the shift in his tone. “What are you talking about?” you asked, the teasing edge in your voice faltering just a fraction.

Aventurine’s smile never wavered, but there was a quiet intensity in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. “You see, you’ve spent your life thinking that your worth comes from what others want from you. You give yourself away because it’s the only way you feel seen. But what if I told you that your value is far greater than that?”

His words didn’t quite make sense, but they struck something deep within you. You had been so used to being seen as an object of desire, to only be wanted for what you could offer in the bedroom or through fleeting, shallow moments of intimacy. It was the only currency you understood.

But Aventurine was speaking to something else. Something you buried, something you had never dared to acknowledge. Something fragile and tender, something that could be hurt.

"I don’t need to be seen by everyone," you said, your voice low, almost defensive. "I only need to be wanted by those who matter."

Aventurine tilted his head, the slightest glint of understanding in his eyes. "And who are they? The ones who matter?"

The question caught you off guard. You stared into his eyes, searching for an answer. The truth was, you didn’t know. You had spent your life wearing masks, pretending to be what others wanted, never daring to ask who you truly were.

"You matter," he said softly, his tone far from the calculated charm you expected. It was genuine. "And you’re more than what others project onto you. You don’t need to play games with your body to be worth something."

Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his words settling in your chest. This man, this enigmatic, dangerous figure who was known for playing people like pawns, was telling you that you were more than just a prize to be won.

You felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet… something in you stirred. A part of you that you had forgotten, buried under layers of bravado and self-defense.

Aventurine stepped back, his smile widening as if he could see the shift within you. "I didn’t come here to take something from you, not in the way you think," he said. "But if you ever want to gamble on something real, something that might surprise you… I’ll be here. I always am."

He turned to leave, his confidence unshaken, but you were left standing there, caught in the swirl of your own emotions.

You weren’t sure if you understood everything that had just transpired, but one thing was clear: for the first time, someone saw you for who you really were. And that was more terrifying—and exhilarating—than anything you had ever felt.

As Aventurine disappeared into the crowd, you stood there for a moment, contemplating the gamble you had never thought you could take. The gamble of loving yourself, of realizing your worth beyond the lust and the games.

And just maybe, you could find the courage to bet on it.

[sneakylilbartender]

Hehehehehehe heywood 👋👋👋🌱🌱🌱✨️✨️✨️ Is it okay for me to request Aventurine x chubby wife reader who is trying to lose weight, please?

I'm always a sucker for marriage content, and I haven't found much work in aventurine with a chubby reader 😭,

Omg okay queen I got u!!

Kakavasha x chubby!wife! Reader who wants to lose weight

A/n: Minors DNI, fem reader, established relationship, slightly comedic ending I guess?

T/w: Weight insecurity(?)

“If I had to bet every single one of my chips, that I’d find you in here once again, trying to lose all that sweet weight, oh I’d be a poor man by dusk.”

Kakavasha’s smooth, sly voice rang out from behind you, his equal-toned footsteps sounding until you could feel his presence behind you. Before you could even utter out a response or protestation at his statement, you felt his lean arms wrap around your soft, cushy waist, the dips of his elbows gently squeezing in to feel the plushiness of your waist.

“Kakavasha- I didn’t notice you before, how was work?” You could only ask politely, a means to at least try and divert the situation into a more positive light. At this, an ungloved hand reached towards the pudge of your tummy, giving it a slight squeeze and pinch, making you flinch ever so slightly, the coldness of his jaded, platinum ring rolling against your skin only serving to further enhance your sense of touch.

“Hmm.. oh it wasn’t too bad. You know what it’s like having to work alongside those stone-cold Stonehearts of mine. Crude remarks, rude glares, same old, same old. “

You internally sighed a breath of relief, having finally felt a weight upon your shoulders being lifted.

“But you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart. Why am I finding my darling wife eating things that look.. er.. far from appetizing?..” He asked, a tone of disgust and apprehension laced in his velvety voice, as you could sense his eyes on the strange food in front of you on the perfect marble kitchen counter. It was a steak, that looked quite dirty, and some very odd looking eggs, some mushed up avocado all served on a wooden cutting board. Kakavasha wouldn’t mind the appearance, as long as you liked it. But he knew you didn’t like food like this. Especially of such low quality.

“Oh, I was trying out something new! I’m not trying to lose any weight, I swear”

You turned around in Kakavasha’s grip, now facing him with your pretty face, trying to cover up the strange mess of a food behind you. Kakavasha took his other hand, adorned with many other rings, and took a small chunk of your chubby cheek, pinching it softly, a look of loving admiration in his face, before suddenly gripping the skin roughly, and shaking your head with the pad of his fingers.

“I know that’s not the truth, [Name]. You can’t fool me, these eyes see through everything and you know that well.” His voice was now devoid of that playful, but nonchalant tone, now replaced with a colder, slightly intensified one instead.

A hesitant, quiet sigh left your full lips as you averted his intense gaze with your eyes, which proved futile as he took two fingers under your chin and tilted your head back slightly, coaxing your eyes to look back into his otherworldly ones yet again.

“Look. You know I’ve been meaning to lose weight. And I know, I know, you aren’t supportive of that. But, Aven, please just understand that I can’t keep living like this..” Tears began to prickle at your eyes, bringing a hand up to wipe your tears away quickly.

“I-I just-“ Yet again, your response was cut short as you felt him bring your form into his embrace, squeezing at it gently, as if to keep it in his memory forever.

“Shh… just relax and keep quiet.” Kakavasha knew you’d only call him by that shortened version of that IPC alias, Aventurine, whenever you were upset, either at him or yourself. His hand could only tuck your now dampened face into the crook of his neck with his hand, before slowly combing it into the expanse of your soft locks of hair. His other arm was still around your gorgeous waist, but it slid down to one of your full, wide hips, cupping it with his palm. He then gently lowered your head, so your ear was pressed against that gap of his clothes, that lay right above his ever beating heart.

“Do you hear that?” He inquired softly, his tone now taking up a more demure and careful, more kind one.

“That’s how quickly my heart beats for you, angel. It once pumped blood as cold as a snake’s, as Lady Bonajade would say. But now it pumps blood as warm as the summer’s on Sigonia when I’m around you.” Hearing this, made your cries and sniffles die down a little, and at this, Kakavasha gently leaned down, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

“I love you..” He brings your face back up, which was now redder and more puffy from your crying, and intimately crashes his lips against yours, pinning you to the kitchen counter.

Hopefully you were distracted enough to notice that your “cutting tray” of food was now in a better place, the trash.

[vssail]

aventurine x fem! reader

warnings: boss x secretary, VERY out of character, reader is tired of avens gambling addiction

this is my first post here and also my first time trying to write something in english that isn't for school, so sorry if there are mistakes. hope someone likes it!

Many times you regretted picking up this job.

It was the 10th missing call you left to Aventurine. As always, he didn't picked the phone.

Sighing, you got up from your confy bed. You didn't even bother to change to proper clothes, judging by the time, almost 3 am, everyone at the casino would be too drunk to notice some girl walking in there in sleeping clothes. Your priority right now was to take Aventurine out of there and go back to your confy bed.

After a short ride in your car, you got in that demonic place. The bright lights were blinding you. You really hated casinos.

You didn't have to search too much to find the man you were looking for. A fight in the poker table was the only necessary hint you needed to find your boss. When you reached the scene, it was the same as always: some looser that doesn't accept his bad luck.

"There's no way you won five rounds in a row!" a guy shouted while holding the little peacock of your boss by the shirt collar.

This always happened, and you always appeared to save him from a beating. But this night you were tired, tired of all the paperwork he gave you last minute, tires of staying up because he didn't want to pick his fucking phone, tired for having to take the car at 3 am and tired of seeing the same scene every freaking night.

He saw you behind the guy, and a proud smile appeared on his face, thinking that you were going to save him like always. You could see his face change when he saw the guy holding him and you not moving to stop him. In your mind, this would be a good lesson for him to stop his bad habits.

Then, the first punch came, making his glasses to fly away of his face. That was the fact that changed your decision of not doing anything. With his eyes exposed to the angry looser, what you expected that was going to be some punches was going to turn into another thing beyond a game.

"A damn Avgin, I knew you were a liar!" he said. You could see your boss looking for you while trying to recover from the punch.

"I'm gonna beat you so hard that you-" he stopped talking to scream in pain from your sudden grip on his arm.

"He what, little fucker?" You encouradged him to continue. Aventurine was suddenly at your side, with that horrible proud smile again in his face.

After giving the guy a little warning to never mess up with your boss, you let him go.

"For a moment I though you were going to let me on my own" he joked.

"I was" you simply said, getting out of that damn place. You knew he would follow you.

"What?!" he shouted, stopping you in the hall of the casino "Why would you let that man beat me up? You know that if I'm dead, you won't be paid, right?"

Before speaking, you took a long, long breath, so you wouldn't scream at him.

"In my contract there's nothing about saving my boss at 3 am in casinos" you breathed again ", there's nothing about risking my own life to save him from fights." you didn't breathe this time "Do you know how much I sleep beetwin finishing the work that you give me in the last minute and searching for you?! For the love of the Aeons, I'm a secretary! I shouldn't be beating people up for you!"

You didn't notice, but you started crying in the first sentence. And you wouldn't notice if he didn't wipe the tears at your cheeks. You were too angry to let him touch you, and tried to push him away, but he got close again and hugged you. This time, you just accepted the hug, but didn't hug him back.

"I didn't know I was causing you so much stress and trouble," he whispered in your ear "I'm sorry for everything"

"Being sorry isn't enough"

"I know, just as you know that I can't promise you to stop gambling" he separated from you to see your face, and took off his jacket to put it over you (you didn't realise you were trembling) "but I can promise you that I'll try to control myself"

You didn't reply, just buried your face on his neck and hug him.

"When I started working with you and saw you risking your life like it is nothing, I wonder if you knew what self-love is" you asked, holding him tighter

"Why would I care about risking my life when no one cares?"

"I'm gonna kill you" you broke the hug and prepared to beat him.

"Wait wait wait, it's not the same as what I mean" he got away from you "you only care because I'm your boss"

"You little..." you breathed to calm yourself down "If i only cared about you professionaly, I wouldn't go to casinos in the middle of the night in sleeping clothes only to look for you and make sure that you're okay. You don't pay me enough to do all that shit"

He seemed to think about what you said.

"Do you mean that you do that because you care about me?"

He looked at you like he just had discovered a whole new galaxy.

"Yes"

"In a loving way?"

"Maybe, can we go now?" you started to get embarassed of all this sudden confession.

"Wait" he holded you, one hand in your arm and other on your cheek "That means that I can kiss you?"

You easily got away from his hold.

"Yes, but not tonight" you started to go to your car, taking your keys to open it "You won't get a kiss until you return every missing call that I left you this week"

"Oh, common!" he run after you, unable to hold back the genuine smile that appeared in his face.

I really went out of character but hope that someone likes this.

[gojoidyll]

Could I request for some more hsr!various x aeon-of-finality|fem!reader headcannons or drabbles with boothill, aventurine, and king yuan. Where the reader is really lazy but always gets the job done. And likes eating food a lot so she's an amazing cook.

I'm basing her off of ihwa from hero killer webtoon.

Of course! I'll be happy to add them in for my aeon!reader au!!

Gotta love boothill, aven, and yuan <3

[therollingriceball]

luna say maybe. [aventurine x fem!reader]

sort of a short songfic inspired from the song on the title. heavily writing their relationship based on my personal ocxcanon, but could be read as a continuation of this. i think i'll make the song title as this series' writings.....

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If I don't even love myself I wonder if I even can protect you?

Aventurine does not know how to properly express his love. That is something you noticed after you began dating him. His gifts-- that you initially thought as a little bit of overbearing annoyance, started to make sense once you noticed how he's not used to proper relationships.

And today happened to be one of your shopping days. Where of course, he would buy you expensive things as per usual-- something that had grown in frequency ever since you started dating that you'd feel bad after it.

"Say, Aventurine..." "Hmm? Is there anything else you really want?" "...Do you have anything you want from me in return? I can't buy as much as you do, but I do have some money with me."

Aventurine blinked in confusion.

"There's no need for that." "What if I said I want to?"

Your choice of words seemed to strike something inside him. He pondered--- and it seemed to you like he thought of something. In fact, his face reddened.

"You have something you want, after all! Go on and tell me, Aven." "No, no. It's fine. It's a little bit too fast for us...."

Oh, now his wording drew you curious.

"What's with that? Do you wanted a child or something?" It was half a joke, and you felt like he'd understand it's a joke. But his expression wasn't quite of someone who'd seen is as a joke. His reddened face as he threw away his gaze was as if you hit a jackpot.

"....Sorry. Am I bothering you?" Aventurine had said while gazing down. You can't see his eyes at the moment, but you'd sure it'll be like some puppy eyes that you can't refuse.

"You don't have to be sorry. Sure, it's too fast for us..." You held his hand dear as you smiled. "But eventually we will have the best family ever."

"Really?" "Yeah." "I have issues, you know. I don't think I...." "Then we'll work on it one by one, Aven. Talk it out, one by one, until you're ready. For now, do you want something else?"

Aventurine felt loved, for the first time since forever.

"Then..."

You two settled on buying him some skewers from a stall. It's nothing fancy, but enough to make him happier than 5 star restaurants.

[octahedral-chaos]

Helloooo!

Question for you about some characters we talk about less - how do you tend to characterize Summum or Demon? Quimera? Yin-yang and Duality?

Second question that just occurred to me: How do you think the main cast of Worldless would handle an Exit game? What about the collective of Duos across the AUs, if put in the same room? The Avens? (For context if needed: Exit games are basically an escape room scenario, but condensed into cards, a booklet, a decoder, and a box.)

Also: *chucks a large weighted blanket through the door, with assorted plushies burritoed inside*

Thank you! Pretty sure everyone would love the plushies!

Also for the Exit game, I think the main cast would have a lot of fun (Especially Summum and Angel), the duos from across the timelines would also probably have fun (I could see Duality! Edda and Eclipsed! Aven having fun, correct me if I'm wrong @mystic-131).

As for the Avens, well, this is our first time hearing about Exit Rooms! It sounds like fun, maybe we should try it one of these days...

As for how I hc the other characters of Worldless? *Clasp hands* Oh boy, I have a LOT of ideas!

Summum - They/ it

Looks scary, but is actually a sweetheart.

Likes being around the duo, and is very curious.

Very protective of those who it considers its friends.

Demon - She/her

Yes... I hc Demon to be trans-

Anyways, I call her Ted and despite being scary-looking, she's quite chill.

Would LOVE TTRPGs if they existed in Worldless, also may or may not have a massive collection of figurines of different TTRPG characters.

Quimera -it/its

A silly little guy!

That's unfortunately all the characterisation I have so far-

Yin-Yang - they/he/she

The one brain-cell holder for the ENTIRE cast

Pretty chill though. Would yell at anyone who did anything dumb though.

Duality - she/they (lamp) and he/it (Shade)

Ah... Lamp and Shade... the chaotic duo...

Lamp is a bit of a cuckoolander, Shade is more grounded and can be quite blunt.

Lamp also likes to help with stuff to the best of her abilities, and is very, VERY optimistic at times.

Shade is a bit more realistic but is somewhat silly at times.

Dark Paladin -they/ she (Yes... I feel in love with fem! DP because of @many-faced)

Chill but will deck you if you mess with anyone.

Also would crack jokes at random times (Especially during the night)

Lightning Nightmare - it/its

Chaos. Absolute chaos

Very mischievous, loves to play pranks on everyone.

Very hyper too, literally can't stop fidgeting or teleporting around (Unless in spear form)

Unicorn and Phoenix

Literally just a random horse and bird that the duo encountered

Angel -they/ she

Very chill, goes by Chicken (they love chickens) and likes to help others.

Would fistfight anyone who mess with her.

Is in a relationship with Lamp... yes, they're all lesbian.

Old One - she/ xe

Yes, this version of Old One is a girl! Well... demigirl, but still

Her name is Gris, xe is not that old compared to other takes on them and she will fight someone.

Very different from canon Old One, instead of going insane when They came out, xe tried to help the duo and hide her deterioration from them until her death. To say that the duo was crying when they realised would be an understatement.

Also loves to make stuff. She gave Edda an bandana, which she wears all the time now!

Also unlike most Old Ones, she can be very feisty. She would use a bat as a weapon in all honesty.

[yuansie]

morning yearning

pairing. aventurine x fem! reader

synopsis. a morning call brings overwhelming emotions for a blond and his lover

genres/aus. fluff, established relationship

warnings. none that i am aware of! just might be ooc HAWEHFAH

rating. sfw

wc. 0.6 k

a/n. i love aventurine he is my world i would do anything for him (this is NAWT proof read bc im lazy hfahwefha)

THERE’S AN OBNOXIOUS RINGING THAT PERMEATES THE AIR, rousing you from your lovely sleep. you blink three times exactly, each one being longer than the first in an attempt to get rid of the blurring your vision has. it’s still in the early hours of the morning where everything is still, where there’s nothing to worry about and one can just relax and let go of what holds them back or ties them down. yes, it’s still in the early hours of the morning, and you almost doze off again as soon as the ringing ends, the warmth that radiates from the body behind you seemingly wanting to lull you back to sleep so you can join him again in his dream. but the ringing starts up once more.

you heave a sigh, “aven, wake up.” you attempt to twist in your boyfriend’s hold but find it hard to do so when his arms tighten around your waist. his grip loosens when he realizes that you aren’t trying to get up, so you finally turn around to face him.

aventurine’s eyes are closed and his pale-blond hair sticks up in every direction. the sight brings a small smile to your face and a chuckle slips past your lips. you nudge his cheek with your nose and watch as the corner of his lips are tugged upwards.

“aven,” you whisper, “your phone.”

he huffs and grumbles underneath his breath, his eyes fluttering open to reveal the beautiful hues that you love so much. you press a kiss to one of his eyes as he reaches out to grab his phone, and feel as his skin gets hotter against yours. he shoots you a look that holds overflowing love before clearing his throat and answering the call. he keeps an arm underneath your head, acting as a pillow that you gladly cuddle into. 

aventurine listens half-heartedly at what the person on the phone tells him and instead thinks about going back to sleep with you after he’s done with this call… so the faster it ends, the quicker he can go back to you, right? oh, the things you do to him. you’re right next to him, your head on top of his arm, and yet he craves to be even closer to you. can you really blame him for being like this? for being so touch-starved? no, not really. you brought this upon yourself willingly with all your sweet words directed at him, with all of the love you shower him in…

“alright, let’s schedule the meeting for today.” he glances at you from the corner of his eye, his yearning intensifying by a tenfold. he wants to embrace you properly and dream with you, breathe with you as you both slumber in each other’s warmth and comfort.

“what time should i schedule it for, sir?” his underling’s voice brings aventurine’s attention back on him.

the male thinks for a moment, “at three. that should be a good time.”

“understood, s—”

aventurine doesn’t wait for his underling’s sentence to finish. he hangs up the phone and throws it off to the side, the device bouncing softly on the empty space of the bed. he throws half of his body over you, eager to feel you closer to him. you toss onto your other side so you can tuck your head underneath your lover’s chin, and a smile graces your lips as you snake your hands around his waist and under his shirt. aventurine trembles at the contact, your touch pleasantly warm against his cold skin.

when you lean back and look at him through your eyelashes, a smile still present on your features, he feels his heart thump loudly in his chests and soar. with a hand, he reaches out and caresses your cheek. 

oh, he thinks to himself, i love you.

and it seems like you read his mind because you beam at him and whisper those three words to him, making his cheeks turn red.

you both end up falling asleep afterwards, feeling content and happy.

[bandaidrights]

So I hc fem ratio has a head of beautiful, full, gorgeous curls right, but it's always up because she's too busy to make it look nice

But one night, there was this IPC formal event, yk dresses and stuff. Aventurine invited her as her date and told her to make herself look nice

Ratio showed up with the most gorgeous curls you have ever seen, a dress with cleavage (ofc have u seen ratios actual outfit), and heels that circled around her lower leg.

Aventurine had never seen her actual hair, like seen it done and made look nice and she almost took Ratio somewhere else to do a lil smoochie smoochie alone but she coulrnt cuz she had to be there

Ratio was then begged to show aven her routine, aven wanted to learn so maybe one day she can do it for her, as a lil pampering session

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I have curls and I've been watching curly girl videos all day and that just made me think of curly girl ratio, I love her, someone draw her with beautiful curls please

[letssee2468]

Neteyem

Smoke over sun lilies

Love shack

Miguel O’Hara

Sweet Girl

Tom Holland

Countdown (soulmate au)

College fake dating Au

Peter Parker

James Potter

The fake date plot

I thought you were different

A Diviner's Guide to James Potter: Series Masterlis

Two of a kind ( parent trap remake)

Kick-Ass

Masked

Chris Evan’s Characters

All of the characters I like

Clark Kent

Aaron Taylor

Recommendations

[author-morgan]

Title: The Queen's Gambit Pairing: King Harald x fem!Reader Rating: M Summary: All may be fair in love and war, but a king still must find his queen. Or King Harald Finehair finally meets a woman of equal measure and one he feels he can truly love.

THE MORNING SUN strikes a golden sail on the horizon —the reflection on the water painting a path of light to the trading center of the eastern kingdom. News spreads quickly along the docks of the sighting and overflows into the markets. Everyone eager to know if King Harald of Norway had finally answered their queen’s summons. There’d been much talk of late, of succession and marriage and of an ambitious king trying to assemble all the petty kingdoms of Norway under one crown. While this is not Norway, it is a vast and fertile land filled with strong men and women. An advantageous gain for a king growing his kingdom.

When word reaches the Great Hall of the longships with golden sails, your lady’s maid and shieldmaidens are already preparing you for the day, aiding in daily chores, and sparring with one another. They sing whispers of King Harald Finehair and his brother, Halfdan the Black —of their reputation, prowess, and charming looks. You will have the final say on if the rumors and whispers hold truths.

“King Harald,” you greet as he steps from the longship and onto the wharf accompanied by his brother, Halfdan, and nigh fifty shield men and woman. He looks more a warrior than a king, with his travelworn tunic and cloak —dark hair bound in a long braid, his face decorated with blue-black tattoos and small scars, and the first touch of silver in his beard. His eyes —clear and cold and blue— flick upward to meet yours. “It is an honor to meet one who I’ve heard so much about.”

The praise strokes his ego, his lips twitching upward as he takes your outstretched hand, bending to let his wind-chapped lips and coarse whiskers brush over your knuckles. “Likewise,” Harald replies. Tales of a good and generous queen have traveled far.

“I shouldn’t keep you,” you note, stepping back from the party. Sea voyages were often long and tiring, especially when fighting against the summer storms, and these seafarers have taken a beating —evident in their weary and disheveled appearance. “You all must be exhausted.” There’s a wave of agreement among King Harald’s crew. They’d been at sea since the last new moon, more than two weeks ago. Glancing over your shoulder, you nod to the shieldmaidens, who step forward and motion the crew to follow after them. They will need beds and a warm meal before the evening celebrations. “We shall feast and drink to the gods at sundown!”

Harald and Halfdan glance at each other and back to their people as they begin unloading what supplies were left and the gifts of good faith brought from Tamdrup. “I will see you and your men are well-tended,” you assure —soon tales would spread of the good queen and her kingdom’s hospitality. “King Harald” —you smile, gaze flitting over to his brother— “Halfdan. If you will follow me.”

THE FEAST IS bountiful, with roast boar and stag, fresh harvests from an orchard, warm bread, and soft cheeses delivered by a good friend and goat farmer to the north of the city. Harald and his brother exchange a look at the high table, awaiting the queen’s arrival. Tamdrup will never be able to provide in the same manner this land does. Any fool with half the brain for politics could see the benefit of allying with such a wealthy land.

The Great Hall falls silent when you emerge, garbed in grey and silver —flanked by two of your most trusted shieldmaidens— and wearing a woven summer crown of cornflowers and avens. You smile, pausing to speak with your people and guests, eyes flitting to the front of the hall where the two brothers sit as guests of honor. Halfdan reaches over, nudging Harald in the ribs —hard— nodding for his brother to stand as you turn from a conversation, moving to take your seat. Clumsily, Harald rises, pulling back your chair with a flourish. You nod in thanks at his display of chivalry as he takes his place next to you. Seated, you extend your hand toward the tables with a wave, and the revelries recommence. “You are a generous queen,” Harald says, truth and flattery; even his allies are often not so welcoming.

“Thank you, King Harald,” you smile.

He reaches out, resting his hand over yours. Halfdan raises a brow, knowing the game his brother is playing. “Please,” he says, “we are friends. Titles are not needed.” You nod. And while he has your attention, he will seek the answer to the question which has plagued him since receiving word from one of your riders. “If you are not at war nor planning for raids,” he pauses, gauging the look in your eyes, “then I must ask why did you call upon me?”

Halfdan leans over, eyeing his brother as if to say, you know why, fool. “You’ll have to excuse my brother,” he says, a tinge of laughter mingling with his half-smile, “he’s helpless when it comes to women.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at his chagrin; he is not bothered by the sweet sound. “Need I remind you, brother, you are not wed either,” Harald bites back.

“As you know, Harald, I am queen of this land. From the black sea to the frozen north. It is mine by right of conquest.” Your father did his share to bring the petty kingdoms under a single yoke, but it was not until your rise to power that the unification occurred. The long-lasting vision of your family finally fulfilled. The few remaining jarls and self-proclaimed kings calling for independence fell under heel at the hands of your army and the harsh winters. Those victories are a story for another time, though. Your attention flits between the brothers seated at your side and those gathered to celebrate their arrival. “My people are happy, well looked after” —the smile your wear falters, slipping into despair with a sigh— “but in the years since my ascension, some of those who pledged loyalty to me are having second thoughts.” Even your most stalwart friends and confidants expressed the same concerns. The past twenty years were prosperous and peaceful, but death comes for everyone and everything, even a good queen.

“They worry about the line of succession and it if shall end in bloodshed.” Even if the whispers sting of impending betrayal, you cannot deny the legitimacy behind them. Marriage had long been on your mind during this time of peace, but no man ever garnered both your approval and the approval of your advisors and people. Not even the great King Ragnar would have been a suitable match. You take a drink of ale from your cup, looking between Halfdan to your left and Harald on your right. “For who will take my crown if I do not bear a child before the gods call me home?” The question has brought you many sleepless nights.

“The burden of womanhood,” Halfdan muses, and Harald makes a rumble of agreement.

You shake your head, not wanting to sully the feast with such premature talks, and lay a hand on each of the brother’s arms, smiling once more —a gesture each of them returns. “I did not call upon you to gripe about the babbling of a handful of concerned Jarls and advisors, though,” you say, plucking a golden apple from the arrangement on the table and cutting into the soft flesh. “But I will not dawdle around the purpose of this meeting either.” Danes and Norsemen had never been known for a plethora of patience in political dealings. “Harald” —you lean toward him, resting your hand upon his arm again, fingers curling into the coarse red wool of his tunic— “should you accept, I would like to unite our kingdoms.”

He dips his head down, perhaps to hide the breadth of his smile or the way his eyes widen then twinkle, but when he looks back to you, his smile is reserved —kingly. “You honor me with such an offer” —he lifts a hand to his heart, brow wrinkling— “and though my heart is eager to accept, it is one I must carefully consider.”

While you nod, accepting his response, Halfdan scoffs, almost laughing as he picks off a hunk of boar meat from his plate. Any other time he knows his brother would rush into such a proposal cock first. “This is the time you choose wisdom, brother?” He leans forward, catching the heat of his brother’s harsh stare. Halfdan flicks his stringy blond hair aside, turning his dark gaze upward to the wooden rafters before settling back in his hair. You hide a smile behind your cup of ale at the brother’s back-and-forth banter, glad to have the weight off your chest for the rest of the evening.

“Now we have tended that matter” —you rise, bringing silence to the hall without a word— “bring out the mead! Our guests are thirsty.” There’s a thunderous uproar of empty cups knocking against the tables and excited chants as several men disperse to the edge of the hall, rolling forth large barrels. Once cracked open, the honey and berry sweetness filling the warm air. Your lady’s maids bring three cups forth to the high table, presenting them to you and your guests. “Skål!” You cry, lifting your cup. The hall echoes with the same cry.

The evening creeps by with the brothers retelling stories of their victories and even those of heartache. There’s something to them that makes it seem as if you are already the closest and oldest of friends. You tell them of your father, of the hard-fought battles fought to secure your crown and title. There is a fierceness to you, hidden behind a gentle smile and soul. Harald takes leave to relieve himself, and you lean toward Halfdan the Black, having kept eyes on where his attention lingered for most of the feast when not speaking of battles or taking a moment to humor you with tales of his brother’s follies.

“I see your gaze, Halfdan.” He snaps from the trance, looking at you with dark eyes warmed by the reflection of dancing flames. A smile crosses your lips as you cut your eyes to the group of women who ensnared Halfdan’s attention —the very same who spoke so fondly of the brothers and their looks in the morning hours while working the loom and braiding your hair. You wave your bedfellows over —the group have fawned over the king’s younger brother and scarcely taken their eyes off him since his arrival. “They will all be eager to bed a man such as yourself,” you note, lips curling as you lift the bronze cup of mead to take another drink, “if the journey here has left you enough vigor.”

His eyes burn at the challenge. “Skål,” Halfdan says, raising his cup to take another drink before excusing himself for the evening. Harald laughs —low and joyous— as he returns to his seat, seeing his brother stumble from the table with five women trailing after him. And yet, there is a seed of jealously at the thought of having to lie in a cold bed after many brisk nights at sea.

Shifting, you lean against your hand —elbow propped on the table— and skim over Harald Finehair’s features in the warm and low light. Perhaps the rumors about him and his brother are true —they are both handsome. He seems a good man who wears his heart on his sleeve, a good king who cares about his people, their success, and a true Viking.

Absently, you reach for him, pulling at one of the leather strings at the embroidered neck of his scarlet tunic. He leans toward you, warm hand finding your knee beneath the table —a bold move, but not unwanted. “Tell me about your raids on England.” You ask, suddenly breathless, spinning the knot at the end of the leather string between your thumb and forefinger. He smiles, eyes crinkling, and it sets your heart aflutter. Harald runs his hand over his face and leans closer, the hand on your knee sliding further up your thigh as he recounts his and Halfdan’s raids on English soil and the riches plundered from the land. You rest a hand on his thigh and hear his breath hitch as you lean to whisper at his ear —tongue loosened by the mead. “Surely your prowess is not restricted to the battlefield.”

Harald’s eyes flare with unspoken danger. He looks at you and swallows, the bob of his Adam’s apple a shadow that quivers, half-hidden beneath his beard and the tattoos curling around his neck. “You challenge me?”

“I do,” you declare, looking up into his eyes —so fixated on you, “but not before an audience.” You let him trace a tendril of your hair, curl it around his calloused finger, and let him take you in —hungry gaze sliding down your throat and the curve of your dress’s neckline.

“Does this start private negotiations?” He asks, lips hovering above your cheek and mirth lacing the question despite the heady drop in his voice. When you smile, he laughs —the serious line of his lips parting to the white slash of his teeth. He curls a hand around your jaw, tilting your head up to place a discrete kiss where your pulse is racing. The small little gasp you make at the tickle of his beard sends a rush of heat through Harald’s blood. Few take notice as you rise from the head table —too busy nursing their cups and picking the bones of the roast beasts clean.

Harald follows, and once free of prying eyes, he presses you against the wood-and-stone wall, kissing you, long and slow and deep, his tongue parting your lips and stealing your breath. The taste of honey-sweetness is thick on his rough lips. Your blood croons, and you crumple in his arms, yours around his neck —he rucks your skirt up and grabs your ass, bold and filthy. “Harald.” His name is a breathy whisper —sweet music— and before the night’s end, he will have you singing.

You tug hard on the thick braid at the center of his back, pulling his lips from your neck, and he sees it written in your eyes, not here. Harald smiles, letting your skirt fall back into place. Rough hands rise to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. A part of him feels guilty, forgetting your title as queen in the heat of his lust —you deserved more than to be taken against a wall like a quick romp. This time his kiss is softer, an echo of how a king should kiss his queen, or a husband his wife. Drawing back, you smack his shoulder, drawing a coy grin as you take his hand, pulling him toward your bedchambers like young lovers.

He glances around the room —modest for a queen of such a wealthy land— but finds his gaze lingering on the bed at the center, strewn with pelts of fur and blankets of wool and linen, warm and welcoming. The lock of the door sliding into place breaks his trance, and when he turns, you stride forward, wearing nothing save the summer flowers in your hair —your dress a heap of fabric at the door. “Are you Freyja made flesh?” he asks, and the gentleman that he is, Harald looks upon your face first, flushed with warmth, before his eyes trail the length of your body —bare and wanting.

You step to him, hands settling on either side of his neck, tracing the dark woad-ink under your thumbs. Harald reaches for your hips, drawing you closer as he leans into you, eager to have your lips on his again. You break from his kiss, hands sliding down his strong chest and arms, finding the hem of his scarlet tunic and dragging to dyed wool up his back. He shrugs off the tunic, tossing it aside, his breath catching when your lips brush against the tattoos on his chest.

Reaching around you, he takes hold of your ass, lifting you without effort. You run your hands up his arms, circle your fingers around the tight clench of muscle in his biceps, legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct. Face pressed against your neck, he turns, striding to the side of the bed, and lays you back in the sea of wool and fur. Harald concedes with a shrug, making room for himself in between your knees as he edges in close with his hips. You bite your lip when you feel his cock through the rough fabric of his britches, and he stutters a breath into your hair while he grinds into your thigh.

He breaks from your mouth only to breathe, words an afterthought. “Beautiful,” he manages, pulling back to admire the sight of splayed before him, practically drooling. You’d laugh if you weren’t so impatient to have him. “Have you ever lain with a king?” He asks.

“Aren’t I now?” You tease, and when he meets your gaze, his eyes are dark, like a stormy sea, and there’s a crease between his brows that you have the sudden, longing impulse to kiss away. He holds your gaze like that a moment before he drops to his knees in front of you to pay homage. Harald peers up at you, his eyes clouded with thoughts similar to your own. Maybe you are trying to seduce him, too. A man could rarely hide a secret when driven by something so primal, and you were not blind to his lingering gaze since arriving in your kingdom. For so long, you’ve only been a queen, something untouchable and unattainable to many, and now you’re tired of being treated like you are glass —a trophy— something to be seen and not touched.

The coarse hair of his beard tickles the inside of your thigh as he closes in on you, hooking a knee over his shoulder and pulling you closer to his mouth. Your heel slides across his back when you arch your hips, and you expect him to tease you —not to bury his face in your cunt like a man dying of starvation. Harald laps into you with slow strokes of his tongue, making you cry out, reaching for him. You fist your hands in his hair, ruining his braid, and he grunts softly, refusing to let up. His tongue is talented, probing, sweeping up through your folds and seeking your clit. The stimulation is nearly too much after the building tension throughout the evening, so much wanting between you. You’re almost embarrassed at how fucking wet and needy you are for him, at the obscene sounds coming from Harald’s mouth as he devours you without qualm.

Placing a hand on your other thigh, he spreads you wider, opening you up further to his ministrations. You pant and moan into the back of your hand, trying not to squirm, trying to keep your hips arched into that spot that grows flame and tightens the knot in the pit of your stomach. Harald feels it, and he focuses on your clit, tapping out a devastating rhythm, threatening to make you come before you’re ready to do so.

“Harald,” you moan —trying to keep a queenly composure— and then he slides two fingers inside you and curls them, and you’re done. It feels like a hammer blow, knocking the wind from you, making your muscles seize, thighs clenching around his head —probably too tightly, but he doesn’t notice. His fingers and his tongue keep moving even as you shake and cry and spasm. The sweet song he knew you’d sing for him.

He only stops when you unfurl, going limp and twitching every time his tongue flicks against you. Harald pulls back and rises to his feet. His lips and beard shining with your essence; you don’t give him a chance to wipe it off before you lurch forward onto your knees, pulling him into a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue. And paired with his rough hands fondling your breasts —it makes you shudder.

His hands vanish to a disappointing whimper —working the ties of his britches loose. You lean forward, running your nails down his chest and sides, rewarded by a low rumble and shiver. He shoves his britches down, stepping from his boots, and then your hand finds his cock, hard and weeping in your palm. Harald bares his teeth, hissing as you tighten your hold, stroking him, long and slow to feel the veins and ridges along the length. “Gods,” he chokes, pressing his forehead against yours, his hips stuttering forward. You smile, tilting your chin to catch his lips, breathlessly still stroking his cock, quicker, until he manages a breathy one-word command. “Stop.” It halts your movement, and your look up at his face —eyes closed, brow furled, mouth open, and panting. He looks beautiful and broken. A king at your mercy.

“Harald,” you breathe his name, moving back to the center of the bed, spreading your legs, and he follows after you —a predatory gleam in his eyes. He takes you by the knees, dragging you until he’s nestled between your thighs again. You brace yourself with a hand on his chest as he positions himself, not needing a guiding hand to slide deep into your warmth. “Fuck,” you gasp, and he almost laughs at your ear, not expecting such foul language given your public visage. He takes you slowly, thank the gods, and you realize then he’s holding his breath —his eyes closed with concentration— fingers digging into your skin. You will proudly wear the marks come morning.

He works his cock into your cunt, an inch at a time, and you relax in his arms until he’s all the way in, his pelvis flush to yours, the pale scratch of his pubic hair pressed to you. You press your head against his shoulder and stroke his back, finding the little scars and bumps there because it feels right —and he kisses the top of your head before he draws his hips out, all the way, and slams back in without warning.

Pulling you back by the hair, he finds one breast with his mouth, suction tight on your nipple, and you whimper at the overwhelming strength of sensation —of Harald inside you— his hands on you —his mouth, hot and wet, at your breast. He fucks you like a drowning man clawing for the surface, aching for a breath of air. He fucks you chasing the raw savagery of your pleasure, of his, and it’s not long before you feel the tingle beginning again in the depths of your belly.

Then Harald slows to a drawn-out grind that lets you feel every inch of him inside you with each shift of his hips. You cross your ankles at the small of his back and urge him on with your hands at his shoulders, clinging to him. “Harald,” you groan, not needing to say more for him to know.

“Let go,” he breathes, sucking a patch of skin on your neck between his teeth. You do so with a hoarse, wordless shout; clenching around him, against him, and if he thought you were tight before, he’s unprepared for the vise ripple of your cunt clamping down on his cock. He buries himself deep one more time before he breaks, his cock jerking inside you; it feels like it goes on forever.

He comes down to a rushing sound in his ears, a ringing like he’s been deafened by Thor’s thunder. He feels spent but clear. The muggy air crisp in his lungs with each heaving breath. His blood humming in his veins. And for a minute, he forgets everything save you —the welcoming heat of your body, your breasts pressed tight against his chest, the frantic thump of your heartbeat echoing his own. A queen and a woman he feels he can love, well and true. His thoughts break when you run your fingertips across his shoulder blades. “Are you all right?” he wonders aloud, unashamed of the gravel in his voice.

“Better,” you laugh, breath-caught and feckless. You sound giddy, and it fills him with relief and a feeling similar to joy. “Are you?” He answers with a nod, slowly pulling out of you, and you both hiss. You feel stretched-out and ruined, but in the best possible way with the warmth seeping from cunt. This is what you wanted, needed. Harald nods, not leaving the cradle of your legs. You smile, smoothing a hand up his sweat-slick chest, pausing to follow the lines of his tattoos.

“Would you have welcomed me so warmly to your bed if I refused your proposal?” He asks, brow raised.

You rest your hand to the center of his chest, fingers combing through the smattering of dark chest hair, before pressing, urging him to roll off you. Harald does, but you are quick to roll with him, settling into his side. “Only the gods know if I would have,” you smile, but a part of you knows you’d never be able to resist bringing such a man to bed.

Harald cups your cheek, his decision made and shining in his pale eyes. It had not been a difficult one. Your beauty had been the first to captivate him, but now with the whispers of your strength, sagacity, and kindness confirmed, all initial doubts are chased away —he knows you will be the woman he lets cut his hair. His nose brushes against yours, and then his lips to yours, and in the kiss is the sweetness of passion, a promise of a million loving thoughts condensing into a moment. “I will have you as my queen,” Harald whispers. He knows the gods have led him here for this reason.

Returning his kiss, you smile, fingers combing through his beard as he wraps an arm around your middle, drawing you farther into his side. “And I will take you as my king,” you answer, resting your head on his chest —listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart for the first of many nights to come.

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