#no seriously i love historical aus
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Of lovers burdened with glory and doomed since the beginning of time
Book mentioned: The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller/Song used: Achilles come down by Gang of Youths/Jujutsu Kasien 0 manga/Jujutsu Kaisen light Novel 1/Jujutsu kaisen manga chapters 78 and 236 by creator Gege Akutami/Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 , director ShĆta Goshozono
#so please please please let me let me let me#im not even kidding when I tell you how long ive wanted to make this thread#like the resemblance is INSANE#also let me just say im new to webweave and I need to get seriously better at it but anyways#Satosugu#satosugu webweaving#blood curdling angst#they loved each other sm you guys):#jujutsu kaisen#jjk 0#jjk 236#gojo satoru#geto suguru#geto is quite literally gojos achillies heel fight me on that#im gonna read some teacher geto aus to dull the pain#jujutsu kaisen season 2#gege when i catch you gege#gege when i fucking catch you#madeline miller#the song of achilles#the iliad#and vampy once again screaming about fictional and historical gays#theres so much i wanted to add in this thread but oh well#achilles come down#patrochilles#their stories are one in the same ur honour
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I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faeryâs song.
â la belle dame sans merci / pt. 1
beautiful poses by @antiquatedsimmer <33
also please click for hq because tumblr has murdered the quality đą
#ts4 edit#sims 4 edit#sims 4#ts4#simblr#historical simblr#calloway extras#arthurian legend au loading#seriously i love these poses so much#i was actually going to make some myself before this pack came out#but path's poses are perfect
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Seven Sentence Sunday đđ€đđ€
Tagged by the lovely and talented @daffi-990 (who is whipping up an astounding moodboard) @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @hoodie-buck @spaceprincessem @stereopticons đ Definitely go check their snippets if you havenât!
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After today Iâll likely be slowing down a bit, and might not be on quite as much for the next week or so. But please keep tagging me so I can see all your awesome words and creations.
Okay then, more from youâre where I wanna go (prev snippet here) Buck & Lucy are in Chicago now being the best QPR spouses in existence.
âI need your assistance with something.â
Buck glances up from the newspaper to see a very anxious looking Lucy, if the way sheâs biting her lip and wringing her hands together are any indication.
âWhat is it? Are you okay?â He drops the paper to the table and begins pushing his chair out until she holds a hand up to stop him.
âNo, Iâm fine. Nothing like that. Itâs just-â She cuts herself off, like maybe sheâs not sure she wants to give voice to the rest of the words. Theyâre only just starting to become better acquainted with each other, but he wants to do everything he can to let her know sheâs safe with him.
âLuce,â he says gently, âyou donât have to tell me. But you know you can.â After a moment he adds, âWhat do you need?â
Lucy knits her brow together, looking almost everywhere except at Buck. âWe didnât talk about this. Before, I mean. Sometimes, back home, I like to go out for an evening. Maybe find a companion if Iâm lucky.â
Buck will admit heâs exceptionally confused about what Lucyâs trying to say. Of course he knew about her preferences, that she enjoys the company of other women. Heâs not sure what that has to do with him now though. They both agreed itâs no problem for either of them to find a partner for an evening, if needed. âUhh, okay? Thatâs, um, thatâs fine.â
âThe thing is- being here, being somewhere else- thereâs something Iâd like to try. Something Iâve never been brave enough to do at home.â
She is uncharacteristically nervous. He doesnât see a trace of her usual confidence or bravado. Eventually he decides he doesnât want to keep his distance, leaving his chair in favor of standing in front of her, taking both hands in his own.
âI promise, whatever it is, you can tell me.â
She nods slowly in response before finally looking him in the eye. âI want- will you help me to-â Her eyelids close and she swallows so he can track the movement of her Adam's apple. âI donât want to look like myself. I want to look-â Her voice, already warbling, drops almost to a whisper. âlike a man.â
When the final words leave her mouth, Buck feels as though a hundred thoughts are flying through his mind at once. Pride that she told him. Curiosity. Wondering how best to be helpful. If his clothes would fit her or, if not, how quickly they could get something tailored.
âNevermind. This was foolish. Iâm sorry.â Lucyâs eyes pop open and she tries to pull away, but Buck doesnât let her.
âHey, no, donât apologize. I donât think itâs foolish at all, because itâs not. I wanna help.â He ducks his head so sheâs forced to see him. âPlease let me.â
#buck 𫶠lucy#screaming wailing throwing myself on the floor#because I love them so goddamn much#seriously they give my little hippo heart so much life#fic: youâre where i wanna go#historical au#queerplatonic relationship#lavender marriage#buddie wip#hippo writes#seven sentence sunday#sentence Sunday
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Howdy! I'm your Sonic Santa - I've got some concepts, but I gotta ask: any particular aesthetics you're really into right now? Looking forward to it!
Hello đ
erm? Honestly can't think of anything, all aesthetics have there own charm xx I think you should do the one that would be the most fun for you and whatever that will be I'm sure I'll love cause you've had fun making it
also dude thank you for being my Santa I'm very grateful you did a change for me so I wouldn't have been excluded
#Ask#Anon#Secret Santa#Seagull sqwarks#I always really like period things#So like vectors got a 40s noir vibe#I love that pirate metamy au#The sonic and the black Knight stuff#Anything with historical vibes and I am there#But on the zone this year they did a lot of aesthetics and a lot of have never thought of and I loved them all#So I don't want to rule anything out seriously do what you think would be the most fun#But there's an answer incase you think gosh that was really unhelpful#Sometimes as an artist o get stuck between a few ideas I get it#Also I was the first to sign up for this secret Santa which I think shows just how excited I was and mistakes happen that's fine#But it was looking like I wouldn't be able to take part and I was really upset so I'm super grateful you agreed to swap and do me#So dude#please do you
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1, 2, 3: Fave fic trope - go!
Oooh! There's so many! How am I supposed to choose?
Only one bed? Delicious! Forced proximity? Hell yes! Enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers? Absofuckinglutely! Friends to lovers? I'm there! Fake relationship? Fuck yeah!
The list goes on and I'll read. them. all.
Thank you, anon. I'm dealing with the worst writer's block right now and this was a perfect distraction. Have a great day! :)
#Seriously#I can't think of anything I don't like#These are just the ones that came to mind immediately#I LOVE THEM ALL#Except for historical AU maybe but I don't really classify that as a âtropeâ#Anywho#I love fic can you tell#ask#anon
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when your family finds out about the romance between you and the stable boy, they arrange a marriage with the wealthy earl, nanami kento.
status: ongoing
overall contents. fem!reader, sfw & nsfw, arranged marriage, eventual romance, regency era (1800s) au, slow burn, resentment to love, mutual pining, complicated relationships, historical inaccuracies, nobility, some angst, more tba â
notes. this is the fic that won the wip poll, and i am so so very excited to share it !! <3 since i'm already working on a long fic, i decided to break this up into a series. be sure to read contents for each part for more specific warnings!
â of broken hearts. after you find about the marriage arranged between you and nanami kento, you have to find a way to break the news to your lover.
â the earl. you remember nanami from the balls you attended in your youth; he's just as unapproachable as he was then.
â guilded promises. despite his seriousness, nanami is far more agreeable than you'd anticipated.
â novelties. in his attempt to make you feel more at home, kento shows you his favorite room in the estate.
â a night at the opera. though you often feel like a nuisance to the busy man, he proves himself to be a good listener.
â liaisons. weeks have passed without a word, but satoru finally meets your husband.
â rose petals. over a cup of afternoon tea in the garden, you realize something that you hadn't before.
â scarlet opulence. your first ball with kento as his wife feels like the first time you've seen him clearly.
â portrait of a gentleman. kento admits he doesn't like the way other men look at you.
â confessions. a fight with kento leads to words that you'd been too shy to share.
â luxury of affections. somehow, you failed to see how lucky you were, to have met nanami kento at all.
â reblogs appreciated & thank you for reading. more parts may be added, but this is all i have planned for now!
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âč àŁȘ ËÖŽ àŁȘđ€ Historical AU | heavy inspiration in Pride and Prejudice (2005 - movie) âč àŁȘ Ë
Many women yearn for him, but the Lord's son who has just moved into the region is not at all interested in all this.
The thought of getting married never crossed his mind, he thought romance was a waste of time, something that got in the way of him pursuing his own goals.
But the moment he first talked to you, he seriously thought about putting an engagement ring on your finger.
Even for someone as important as him, you didn't lower your head in silence to his arrogance, quite the opposite, you managed to fight back in a way that left him silent.
And it's no exaggeration to say that you were constantly on his mind from that day on.
Everything about you seemed so different, he dares to say (think) he's never met anyone like you in his life.
Even though you were from a different social class than him, even though you are so indifferently in relation to things that involved him, or even at that moment, you left without uttering a single word after he expressed all his true feelings about you, he didn't want to give up on you.
He couldn't let someone as precious as a jewel slip through his hands like that.
Even after you rejected him, he couldn't stop thinking about you, and how you changed him completely; the way you make him feel, not even he, owner of his own feelings and thoughts, can describe the effect you have on him.
He no longer cares about his social position or yours, and he doesn't even care if his parents have found him a bride, he will continue to want only you.
Many people believed that it was not possible for someone as cold and haughty as him to be capable of loving anything in this world.
But many don't see how soft his gaze is when he looks at you.
âč àŁȘ Ë â Tsukishima, Kageyama, Ushijima, Atsumu, Kyoutani; Todoroki, Bakugou, Dabi; Alhaitham, Scaramouche, Neuvillette, Xiao; Blade, Dr Ratio.
â A/N: Some characters I mentioned here may seem a little ooc at first glance, but in my own interpretation of the film, Mr. Darcy seems to be much more of a socially awkward person than someone cruel and rude (even though he really is arrogant sometimes......đ)
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagines#hq x reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#tsukishima kei x reader#kageyama tobio x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#miya atsumu x reader#kyoutani kentarou x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#alhaitham x reader#scaramouche x reader#neuvillette x reader#blade x reader#xiao x reader#dr ratio x reader#mha x reader#mha x gn!reader#genshin x reader#hsr x reader
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Ahhhhh!!!!! This is so sweet! <3 <3 <3
Hey i just read some of your fics and i canât lie..IM. IN. LOVE!!!! I absolutely adore your writing style too! When i saw you wrote something that included Roman Empire I screamed lol.
I was curious tho how would König from that au wouldâve react to his lover being tired and pregnant carrying his heir. (Pregnancy kink alert) and their sex life looks during pregnancy đ.
(This is not a *fic* fic, I just love to do these cute little moodboards! lmao)
Roman!König gets so fussy when his little fairy gets pregnant đ„ș
Their new hut is barely even built before she notices that her moonblood no longer arrives. When she tells König the good news, he's already the happiest man in the world but now he's about to burst from joy. All his dreams are finally coming true!
König is so proud of his queen, but he's also proud of himself. Heâs been working hard every day â as a man should! â hunting and fishing and building their new home and making love to his woman, basically toiling from sunrise to sunset. Now that there's a baby on the way, he can finally catch his breath and concentrate on taking care of his wife and finishing the roof for their new house â€ïž
And lovemaking! There's lots of it in the first months, but when the baby starts to grow, König refuses to "bully" her before the child is born. Says that in his homeland people believe that it can hurt the baby if a man tries to get an already pregnant woman pregnant again. As much as he would love to do his daily duties, he can't risk the health of their child so it will simply have to wait.
Man starts to talk to her belly before even a month has passed, and in his own crude language too. Doesn't see how his fairy queen is rolling her eyes at this â even a mighty warrior turns into a simpleton when they've managed to get a woman pregnant, it seems.
Sheâs not jealous, per se, she just thinks heâs being a bit silly :/ König likes to ramble to the baby even more than he rambles to her these days, and the baby bump is not even visible yet! And when it is, gods, he gets even more silly. Every morning König gives her a kiss, then goes down to her belly and gives the baby a kiss too, then says Guten Morgen with a wide, cheerful smile.
Itâs nice to see that at least someone here is happy, because sheâs not having it easy; her back and knees hurt all the time, she wakes up five times during the night, her feet are always sore, she has to pee constantly, and her appetite is gone. König isn't really helping: he tries to feed her all the time âto make the baby strongâ and gets worried if she doesnât eat enough.
So it's a good thing that König has his little building project going on, otherwise he would go mad :/ Man is working hard to build the animal pens before winter, hunt the food, and do some carpentry such as make them a sturdy enough bed (...) that he dozes off in the evening after eating three large bowls of stew. These two lovebirds are soon sleeping under a pile of furs, with König's large hand protectively over Fee's tummy while the embers in the firepit offer them warmth through the night â€ïž
And if Fee was treated like a queen before, now she's almost like a goddess. Barely gets to prepare the food because König doesn't want Fee to exert herself. The only thing she's allowed to do is weave (they have this cute little vertical loom), and if she ever looks tired, König will order her to rest and comes to pet her head or massage her feet.
Starts to excitedly talk about how he will teach the child how to run and wrestle and hunt and fight, be it boy or a girl. He has to teach their little wolf cub to fend for itself if need be, right? When Fee cuts in and says that if itâs a girl she can always marry a strong husband, König looks at her in shock. His baby girl, marrying some ugly, big brute who just wants to force his head under her dress?? There's no way heâll let that happen!
#roman!könig#Roman AU#historical au#i seriously love this#its so cute#omg#cod fanfic#hes gonna go full papa wolf rather than bear#and i love it! <3
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ace avian. thatâs what weâre calling this đŁïžđŁïžđŁïž
please let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions or input or anything! iâm happy to bounce ideas around (i'll post DL-6 someday soon i swear)
link to masterpost || explations below cut
shoutout to the anon who sent in that ask bc i seriously fell in love with blue jay phoenix. SHOUTOUT TO TAKAHE PHOENIX TOO THO takahe phoenix, you will forever be in my heart and im glad you existed <3333,, (maybe in this au heâs got some loving adoptive takahe parents :3) (YKNOW WHAT YEAH thatâs canon now)
but yeah, flight-avoidant jay phoenix still lends itself well to the common-man hardworking underdog vibe i want from him. speaking of flight-avoidant...
Phoenix's relationship with flying:
It's a bit complicated. Basically, Phoenix can fly, but he historically chooses not to. From the lack of any practice, he's an INCREDIBLY weak flier. (That hovering is really all he can manage)
For one, he's still afraid of heights. Can't help that. This fear means he was less inclined to practice flying, which made him a weaker flier. And being a weaker flier, in turn, made his fear of heights worse. And so on, in a loop. With flightless parents too (it's canon now it's canon), there's even less of a reason to learn to fly. At some point, not flying might've even become something he stuck with out of stubbornness lol, knowing Phoenix.
(I will soon be making a couple small world building posts, but) flying isn't necessary to get around in their society. Convenient, sure, but Phoenix realized he could make do without, and so he did. Phoenix, you icon. Slay. đ
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i know this probably isn't the popular take with wing AUs??, but Phoenix being flightless (or at least semi-flightless) sounded like a really fun take on the idea to me. His name is irony at its peak. I also look forward to exploring how other characters react to him not flying. The prosecutors are going to have so many cheap insult opportunities.
As I mentioned though, he still uses his wings a LOT, though. He's much more emotive with them than most people. His sarcastic inner-dialogue remarks are also betrayed by his wings lmao
I also imagine bird-folk never really invented bikes (riding would just be annoying with their wings, plus bikes aren't fast/efficient enough to outweigh just flying), so instead, Phoenix gets around on a little wing-powered scooter device (like scootaloo lol) (they're usually made for children who can't fly yet, but Phoenix still uses one)
finally, wow, stellar jayâs are quite literally just phoenix wright as a bird lmao? color scheme, hair, itâs uncanny. give it a pink tie and it just is Phoenix Wright, i used a blue jay since theyâve got a bit more striking wings but wow.
(ty again for the support and for reading my essay ! :3)
one more thing, but @kora-kat YES YES YES this. ^^^^ omg THIS. this is still true even though he's a jay now.
#ace avian#okart#ace attorney#fanart#phoenix wright#maya fey#mia fey#miles edgeworth#technically#i wonât include pearl sheâs like 10 pixels lol#wings au#i'm having a blast making these concept sheets cuz i get to be so rough draft-y with them#how do i not make an essay everytime#i have so many ideas#i really love both takahe and jay phoenix and picking one was the hardest decision of my life#but i was thinking#maybe someone tries to help phoenix fly over the course of the trilogy???#maybe maya?#maybe edgeeewoorrthh đ???#and he slowly gets better at it#and then it all gets stripped away from him at Dusky Bridge#cue +1000 depression#because 7 year gap era phoenix doesn't already have enough of that#beanix im sorry
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Prompt List 2023 - alt text under the cut
January
first kiss | mission fic | fake dating | "whenever I look at you..." | snow | historical au
February
valentine's day | pollen/fear gas/truth serum | established relationship | "if i kiss you, will you shut up?" | different | mermaid au
March
fresh starts | road trup | getting back together/mutual pining | "make me" | acceptance | fairytale au
April
pranks | canon divergence | (seemingly) unrequited love | "no, i'm not dating your brother" | peace | university au
May
flower language | sick fic | pet/child acquisition | "who are you" | sunshine | fantasy/medieval/dark knights of steel au
June
wedding/proposal | saving the world | (accidental) love confession | "you aren't what i expected" | downpour | soulmate au
July
vacation together | power swap | enemies to lovers | "batman won't like this" | stars | coffee shop au
August
au of your choice | time travel | meet cute/blind date | "you're the only one i could turn to for help" | storm | vampire/werewolf/dc vs vampires au
September
high school/college sweethearts | hurt/comfort | meeting the family | "i wrote this for you" | flood | shifter au
October
couples costume | test messaging | identity shenanigans | "you can't bench me!" | lightning | sports team au
November
life changes | de-aging | secret relationship (reveal) | "be careful what you wish for" | growth | music/band au
December
holidays together | crack treated seriously | moving in together | "that's my favorite thing about you" | forgiveness | tattoo parlor/flower shop au
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MORE OF THEM MORE OF THEM MORE OF THEM-
I seriously cannot stop drawing Buzzbuzz and thinking about @sm-baby âs au because BRBRBRBR NEW LORE JUST DROPPED AND IM GOING INSANE (I do love me some GOOD story telling)
Little dancing session! And yes, actually Buzz CAN tolerate Pomni, they just get mad at her when she helps humans cheat
Theyâll play in Gangleâs plays if asked (theyâre quite the show man! ShowâŠbee?) but will also fight her actively as soon as she purposefully changes historical facts
Also I could 100% see buzzbuzz hurry to put a show for Kinger JUST to not end up facing fifty or so chess pieces at once
And also Buzzbuzz messing with Cain >:) I do NOT draw your Cain enough even though I find him to be absolutely charming, with his little hat and winding key- soâŠDick Van Dyke (the dude from the Mary Poppins movie) coded
(Also Buzzbuzzâs may be little spirals but they canât- hypnotize people, just makes people dizzy and confused. NO psychic powers for this worm!!)
#tadc pomni#tadc jax#tadc fanart#tadc caine#tadc ragatha#tadc#tadc kinger#tadc oc#tadc gangle#tadc zooble#the amazing digital circus#the amazinf digital carnival#the amazing digital circus au#TADC au
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TWTHH Spinoff: Love to Hate You [Teaser]
Pairing: royal secretary!San x female scholar!reader
AU: historical au (Joseon era)
Summary: San prided himself on his knack for building easy connections with women, viewing himself as a trusted ally for the opposite gender. Thanks to his deep bonds with his mother and sister, he possessed keen insights into the female mindset. Never did he imagine facing the ire of a woman, until he encountered a resolute female scholar with a strong dislike towards men.
A/N: Once again, special thanks to my one and only, my pookie, @itstheghostofmypast, for coming up with the main concept of San's spinoff.
Main Story | Spinoff Masterlist | Part 1
"I'm just trying to help, Scholar Moon," the royal secretary insisted, his arms emptying as the stack of books he was previously carrying was abruptly snatched away by the newly acquainted female scholar.
You scoffed in response, "I don't remember asking for your help, sir. I understand it must be quite intriguing to meet a female scholar for the first time. However, there's a reason I'm the first. I'm not your typical damsel in distress. I don't need saving. While you may be used to women swooning at your feet, rest assured, I won't be one of them."
San stood in stunned silence as he watched you storming off in a fit of anger, completely taken aback by your hostile response to his well-intentioned gesture.
He had stumbled upon you as you exited the royal library burdened with a stack of borrowed books, his innate helpfulness and gentlemanly nature immediately prompted him to offer assistance without hesitation. But rather than the customary grateful smile and expression of thanks he anticipated, he couldn't believe he was met with such an unexpected and vehement reaction.
Did I... do something wrong?
A court lady standing nearby widened her eyes in disbelief. "Did you seriously just say that? Do you even know who he is?"
You rolled your eyes dismissively. "Probably just a eunuch, why?" you retorted, waving off her concern. "I doubt any high-ranking officials would pay me any mind."
"Well, you're correct about that. He's not a high-ranking official, but he is someone close to the King. He's the royal secretary," she disclosed, causing your heart to nearly stop as you gaped at her.
He's the what?!
I'll do my best to get the first part out as soon as I can! Hope you're excited about Sannie's spinoff hehe as always, let me know your thoughts on the concept! <3
Tag list (1/9): Tumblr is a bitch and won't let me mention more than 5 users in a single sentence, so now my tag list looks like a complete jokeđ€Ą
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#edenesth#the way to his heart#love to hate you#twthh spinoff#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez fanfiction#choi san#ateez san#historical au#joseon era#choi san x reader#choi san x you#ateez fic
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omg qween goddess supreme hedwig221b can you please, pretty please rec me some regency and/or historical sterek đ„č
hoping you have a good day/night (idk your timezone lol)
Hi, love! You know me so well... historical aus, my beloved đ
When All the Pieces Fit by NARKOTIKA
"Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandandânow this fucking baby?" Isaac fumes. Said baby waves its fist in the air, and Stiles bends to haul him onto a hip. The baby babbles something and Stiles nods his head with complete seriousness, as if everything out of its mouth is perfectly sensible and coherent. Then the kid starts mouthing at Stiles' nipple through his dress and everyone goes dead silent. "I'm going to wife him so hard," Ethan announces, and they all break out into argument over who has the best chance at mating the boy in the river.
Elskende by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)
Stiles is an omega concubine, kept sequestered away in the city of Beacon Hills, waiting for his lord Gerard Argent when the Wulver take the city and the alpha takes the omega.
Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)
Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? and manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.
A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous
He would stand by Stilesâ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better. ~*~ Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.
Meant to be One by sunhazeheart
His nerves felt like a live wire was running hot beneath his skin, hands fidgeting with the silken material of his robe. If he had the concentration to spare, he might had worried about tearing it. It was all he could do to sit there at the vanity, eyes squeezed shut, and try to give in the constricting pressure around his chest that said that he was about to fall into a panic attack. Breath in. Breath out. His own heartbeat rushed in his ears. Being mated to the reclusive king with a frightening reputation to his name, bundled away from his home and father, and then surrounded by underwhelmingly distant faces hiding secrets was not how Stiles Stilinski imagine spending his life soon after turning eighteen. He can only remind himself that it is for the good of his people, both old and newly acquired. But, perhaps first assumptions are made too hastily and a fated match can be made, even surrounded by threats of war, revenge and deathâs waiting embrace.
The Wolf Lord by mikkimouse
"You never know," Lydia said. "Perhaps the Wolf Lord will ask you to dance tonight." Stiles scoffed. "Oh, yes, of course he will. And then he'll transform into a giant black wolf and whisk me away to his estate to live happily ever after." He rolled his eyes at the thought. "Actually, I rather hope he does ask me to dance. I can tell him how ridiculous these masquerades are."
To Whom The Wolf King Bows by MadcapRomantic
Stiles Stilinski meets The Wolf King, the very boogeyman he'd spent his younger years terrified of; yet the man is little, if anything, like the tales he's heard. But, Stiles has spent the last ten years of his life as a slave, under the harsh whip of the cruel King Gerard Argent, and trusting Derek - trusting anyone - is beyond difficult.
Where the Shadow Ends by Green
Derek goes undercover to Delphi to figure out what's wrong with the oracle. He doesn't mean to fall in love.
The Hills Call
Five years ago, Prince Derek of the Hale Empire had fallen for the son of a Baron, Genim of Stilinski. His mother had not approved, and after some time imprisoned Genim escaped to the Dukedom of the Shore, where he was taken in by Duke Christopher and Lady Allison. Now, Prince Derek is on his deathbed from a poisoning and it is up to Genim, now called Stiles, to nurse him back to health. Wary of the Hale Empire, Stiles returns with their young son to see if he can heal Derek of his illness and escape the threats he still feels from the Empress herself.
The Light in the Woods by DiscontentedWinter
To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.
I encourage you heavily to go through the works of Dexterous_Sinistrous and DarkAthena (seraphim_grace), these two are my crushes and I am in awe of their work, it's so good. I could genuinely sit here and list dozens of their fics - I already did list some of my most beloved fics of theirs...
Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | possessive Derek | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles
#sterek#sterek fic#stiles x derek#sterek fanfic#eternal sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#derek x stiles#sterek fanfiction#sterek fic rec#i also didn't check how many of these are abo#probably a lot lol#idc i love it#genuinely like i went through my saved historical fics#and the majority was dexterous and DarkAthena
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All About You (18+)
⥠Pairing: Royal Knight/Bodyguard!Minho x Princess!Reader
⥠Genre: age gap, royal au, historical au, arranged marriage au (reader only), angst, kind of forbidden love? (maybe more than kind of), basically porn with plot
⥠Word Count: 7.5k
⥠Summary: You, the princess who ran away from the castle after finding out your father, the king, has finalized your arranged marriage. Minho, your royal knight and glorified bodyguard, tasked with bringing you back home at all costs. When found, you hit Minho with a very interesting proposition- for him to be the one you share all your "firsts" with, instead of your inevitable husband.
⥠Warnings: age gap !! reader is ~23 while minho is in his 40s, please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable!, uneven power dynamics, outdated traditions and views on women to suit the setting, brief reference to death by guillotine and death in general, mentions of injury and swordfighting
⥠Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): lowkey corruption kink, loss of virginity (reader), pet names (princess (mostly as a title), good girl), slight sub + dom dynamics, soft dom minho, a lot of kissing (should be expected from me atp), nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight overstim, unprotected piv, multiple orgasms, creampie
⥠Notes: at this point i am determined to write a royal au fic for every member, and my newest offering to you is minho <3 i was literally possessed writing this like once the idea hit my brain i had to get it out asap
⥠Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.
Fuck. Minho was absolutely fucked.
In recent years, he had one job, and one job only, and that was to take care of the princess. Make sure sheâs safe, escort her to where she needs to be and watch over her at all timesâ thatâs all. Not always an easy job, but one of vital importance that Minho took with utmost seriousness. In the 3 years itâs been since becoming your royal knight and glorified bodyguard, he never messed up this critically.Â
You always had a rebellious streak and challenged authority, everyone in the castle knew that. And part of Minhoâs job, apart from keeping you safe, was keeping you in checkâ and the king made it extremely clear that failing to do so was not an option.
He lost track of the amount of times he uttered the words âPrincess, please think rationally,â or âplease consider your responsibility to the kingdom, donât do this,â in a near desperate attempt to get you to listen to reason.Â
And today, he fucked up the worst he ever had. He knew you were upset tonight, but he was under the impression he successfully calmed you down, and that you wouldnât do anything rash. He turned his back to you, thinking the storm had been quelled, and that youâd listen to your father, even if doing so felt like pulling teeth. He underestimated however, just how deep your sadness and anger truly ran, and the very moment you saw an opening, you took it.Â
You fled from the castle with blind determination, nowhere to go and with little of value in your hands, fueled purely by the desire to escape your unfair circumstances, and live your own life by your own means. You may not believe it, but Minho understood, and felt for youâ he really did. But that didnât change what his duty was, and even if it made you hate him, he had to do his job to the best of his ability.Â
So now here he was, roaming the streets looking for you, the hours passing in a blur. You mustâve done a good job of concealing your identity, because no one he asked had seen a young woman matching the princess' description. And as the minutes ticked by, and sunset turned to midnight, he was at a complete loss of what to do.
He made record time combing the entire bustling town, stopping into places full to the brim with people in the hopes heâd catch a glimpse of you in the crowd, and yet there seemed to be no trace of you anywhere. It was easy for someone to hide their presence in a crowd, or in the rowdy environment of a tavern, and you were more than intelligent enough to blend into a crowd and divert attention away from yourself.
It was entirely possible that Minho had seen you at some point, and simply didnât realize it, though he liked to believe heâd recognize you anywhere, no matter what you wore. Minho scowled, clenching his teeth as he scanned the dark horizon of the treeline; should he check the outer walls of the town for a clue, or double back and check the streets again?
He doubts you made it out of the town easily, considering you likely had no money on your person and little experience with the realities of the world. You were intelligent, yes, but sheltered; he could easily imagine you quickly getting in over your head, thinking you could make it to the next town without issue, only to end up lost and in need of help, with no one for miles to hear your desperate cries.Â
Fuck. If he couldnât find you, his head would most certainly be meeting the cold steel of a guillotine. He had no family who would mourn his loss, but still, he wasnât ready to face his mortality. And the king, despite being someone he could call a close friend, would spare no mercy if he failed to keep his one and only daughter safe.
But really, there was more to it than just the threat of death that kept him searching for you. Believe it or not, he genuinely wanted you safe and well, and he'd do anything to ensure you made it back home, even if it made you curse him for the rest of his days.Â
As if God himself heard his prayers and decided to grant him a miracle, Minho sees youâ there, on the outskirts of town, holding your cold hands up to your face and letting your breath warm them. Itâs dark, the street barely even illuminated enough to discern your recognizable features, but he knows without a doubt that it's you standing there in the cold street, because truly, he knows you anywhere.Â
By the time you realize youâve been spotted and recognized, itâs already much too late to flee. Minho approached you with utmost haste, reaching out and grabbing your arm, lest you make the foolish decision to try to escape again. His hold, while not rough enough to hurt you, is firm, and it only takes one attempt at pulling your arm from his hold to know this is it; your escape attempt has failed, and youâll be dragged back to the castle and reprimanded for your âtemper tantrum.âÂ
Your father never listens to you, no matter how hard you try to make him understand and see your point of view. Maybe if you were born a boy, your opinions would be important to him, and heâd see you are more than an object to pawn off to whatever man gave him the most political power.
âPrincessââ âIâm not going home,â you interject before he even has a chance, though you already know itâs in vain. There is no avoiding returning to your glorified prison now that Sir Minho has you in his grasp.Â
He sighs, but his face changes to one of sympathy, his grip on your arm loosening ever so slightly. âCan we at least go to an inn room? Itâs not safe for a young lady to be on the streets at night,â he reasons with you, as gently as he can manage.
Normally Minho is quite stern with you, but you get the impression that he feels being stern isnât the right approach tonight. Youâre known for expressing yourself very vocally, even when doing so is extremely ill-advised, and he is well aware of how opinionated and fiery you are.Â
But treating this display as anything other than a genuine act of desperation, a culmination of years of perceived disrespect and conformity, would be another critical errorâ one he canât afford to make. So he will be firm, yes, but gentle in his approach.
You frown as you look at him; youâre stubborn by nature, and part of you wants to fight against him until the bitter end, but heâs not wrong about the streets being unsafe for you at night. You know he wonât let you escape again come morning, but thatâll have to be a problem for later; for right now, you really should heed his advice and go to an inn for the night.Â
âFine,â you concede, much to Minhoâs relief. He couldâve forced you to go with him if he really needed to, but heâd rather avoid doing something so unpleasant. He leads you to a nearby tavern, which is still bustling with activity even at the late hour.
He keeps you close as he pushes through the crowd of rowdy drunks to the dual innkeep-bartender, hoping that there is still a room available. The man departs, coming back with a key dangling in hand, âYouâre in luck. Last roomâs all yours.âÂ
Minho thanks the man and pulls out his satchel to pay him, leaving a few extra coins as a tip before stashing it back in his pocket, along with the key he was given, and the two of you go up the stairs together.
âThereâs only one bed,â you comment as you step inside the room, though Minho doesnât seem to care much about that fact. âThatâs fine, donât plan on sleeping anyways,â he says as he removes his leather scabbard from his back, resting it against the back of the chair in the corner of the room.Â
You frown as you sit on the bed and watch him; he mustâve been in a hurry when he received word you fled from the castle, as he wasnât wearing any of his armor, strictly in casual wear youâd very rarely seen him in. Probably for the best, you think, because if anyone saw a royal knight desperately searching the streets, multiple alarms would be raised.
He lights the fireplace, hoping to quickly spread some heat throughout the cold room, before he sits in the chair, crossing his arms and watching you carefully. Deserved, you suppose. How is he supposed to trust youâre not going to flee at the first available moment just as before?
You certainly donât make his job easy for him; he canât take his eyes off you for a second. The silence between you lingers for some time, the crackling of the fire the only sound either of you hear, apart from the muffled patrons enjoying their drinks downstairs. Minho, despite his relaxed posture, looks like heâd be ready to jump up at a moment's notice should he need to.Â
You sigh; should you just try to sleep? Itâd feel awkward and uncomfortable to try to fall asleep with someone's eyes boring holes into you, but you really didnât give him much of a choice. âDo you want to tell me why you ran away from the castle?â Minho asks suddenly, breaking the tempered silence between you. âYou already know the answer to that,â you respond, crossing your own arms now.Â
âIs marrying Sir Jin really so bad?â he asks, and you scoff, rolling your eyes. âYes, obviously. I donât want to. Not that you or my father care about me or anything I think.â
Minhoâs brow furrows, the frown on his face growing. âPrincess, you know thatâs not true. I do care about you.â
âDo you? I havenât been able to tell in the slightest,â you counter a bit harshly, âand you could help me if you wanted to, you know. Iâd be fine out there if I was with you.â
Okay, maybe youâre not being fair to Minho right now. You do know he cares, but realistically, what is he supposed to do? If he disobeyed your fathers orders, heâd be lucky if his only punishment was a swift death.
He was assigned to you because your father trusts him to do the right thing and follow orders dutifully, a trust that is usually not misplaced. But he has to admit, the more and more time he spends with you, the more he feels for you.Â
Minho never knew your father, the king, to be an unreasonable or cruel man, but in your eyes, he might as well be the devil himself. And maybe he is cruelâ because how do you strip someone of their freedom and choices for your own gain, and not see the harm it causes, the wrong in it?
You are more than a pawn, more than a subject, more than his daughterâ you are a person. A person with thoughts, feelings, and opinions as real as any mans, who did not deserve to be treated lesser than for the simple crime of being born a girl.Â
But what is Minho if not an upholder of the status quo? He was just a single man, and even if he recognized how unfairly you were treated in comparison to the golden child that was your elder brother, what was he supposed to do? He always performed his tasks dutifully and without question, and it wasnât until he met you that he began to struggle with what he should do, and what he wants to do.
And maybe he could get you out of this town, help you live a quiet, modest life somewhere new, away from the watchful eye of your father. Where he could be your protector, same as now, but without the guilt, burden, or threats.
You know you shouldnât take your frustrations about your life out on Minho, but heâs really all you have. You trust him with your life, and heâs shown you multiple times that he cares about you beyond the duty he has to you, or to your father. He's your only confidant, the only person in the world you can rely on.Â
Your eyes linger on the scar across his noseâ he got it protecting you, the other manâs sword barely missing his eyes and cutting just across his face, and it was only one of many scars he obtained in his service to you. Heâd pick you up and run with you in his arms when you were injured, heâd fight off attackers without breaking a sweat, sustain injury after injury all to make sure you were safe.
Youâd watch his back, always stunned and mesmerized at the ease at which he cut down your enemies, as if they were nothing but paper. When heâd turn back to you, breathing heavy and sweat only just starting to trickle on his brow, his eyes would turn from the harshest winter chill to the gentle warmth of a spring morning.
He was quiet, stern, but his care ran far deeper than one would think just by looking at him, and all you had to do to see the true depth of his feelings was look in his eyes. So you knew it was unfair to accuse him of not caring about you, to expect him to go above and beyond for you, to ask that he go against your father to give you what you want. But you were just so sad, frustrated, angry, that you couldnât stop yourself.
âMaybe youâll grow to love him if you give him a chance,â Minho suggests; you both know thatâs never going to happen, but what else can he say? He never married, and had no children, dedicated to his duty as he was; he had no real advice to offer someone when it came to love, romance, and the like, but he imagined it wasnât impossible to fall in love if you just met Sir Jin with an open mind.
But as stated, thatâs never going to happen. Youâre stubborn to a fault, and once youâve decided something, thereâs no changing it. The best Minho can ever manage to do is get you to reconsider, but even then, youâre still likely to go about things the way you originally wanted to, with no regard for consequences or keeping up appearances. Youâre a fiery woman, there was no doubt about it, and you donât let go of things easily.Â
âThe mere thought of giving that man all my firsts makes me sick, itâs vile,â you scrunch up your nose, making your distaste for the man very clear. Minho doesnât even think youâve actually met the man yet, but youâve already decided you hate himâ you donât want to marry him, and so youâll be firmly stuck in your opinion, no matter what anyone says.Â
âMaybe this isnât advice I should be giving you, but.. You donât necessarily have to. To give him your firsts, or love him. Find someone you do love, even if you have to keep it a secret, and hold him with all youâve got. It still wouldnât be ideal, of course, but.. Well, itâd be something, at least.â Really, Minho is supposed to encourage you to be an obedient daughter and listen to your father without question, but he knows you well enough to know thatâs a fool's errand.Â
Youâre never going to listen, never going to be obedient, never going to stop being opinionated. So whatâs the next, most realistic piece of advice he can give? Lie, of course. Make your father and inevitable husband believe youâre a good, obedient wife and daughter, and then go live the life you really want behind their backs.
It's dishonest as all hell, and there would be consequences if you got caught, but if youâre going to be miserable no matter what you do, you might as well try, right? Itâs what Minho thinks he would do if he were you, anyways.Â
âWhat about you?â you ask and Minho raises a brow in question. âWhat about me?â he asks, and what you respond with makes him feel like the air has been punched out of his lungs. âWhat if I gave my firsts to you?â
Did he hear you right? There must be some mistake with his ears, thereâs absolutely no way you said what he thinks you did. âYouâ what?â Surely you canât be serious about this. Youâre the princess, and heâs just the man who happens to be your guard; a man who is your fathers age at that. But the way you look at him, he can tell youâre not joking in the slightest.
âPrincess, I couldnât possibly accept that,â Minho says sternly, his arms no longer crossed but instead resting on the arms of the chair, hands beginning to grip tightly so he can ground himself and try to make sense of this insane situation.
âWhy not? Iâd be happier if I gave it to someone like you. I trust you,â you say so nonchalantly it makes his head reel. What the fuck is happening right now?Â
And truly, Minho was the ideal man; at least in your opinion. He was handsome, mature, realistic and practical, knew how to reel you in without disregarding the root of what you feel or being disrespectful to you.
He never dismissed how you felt, made you feel over emotional or like a fool who overreacts; heâd ask you to see reason, sure, urge you to think more before acting, but he never, never made you feel like your feelings were invalid. And he genuinely cared about you, and you liked him, were attracted to him, so if the opportunity presented itself then.. Why not take the chance?Â
Fuck. Minho was absolutely fucked.
You were just freshly 20 when Minho first met you and became your guard, and hard as he tried to never see you beyond the platonic, heâs always viewed you as an attractive young woman. He liked your fiery spirit, liked how you had the bravery and gall to challenge authority, a skill that in recent months he felt he was sorely lacking. Your attitude was refreshing, and despite your circumstances, you never acted like a damsel in need of his help.Â
In a different life, in another world, maybe you two could have met as equals, not painfully stuck to the rules of an unfair, unforgiving reality. Youâd be each other's foil; you, the impassioned dreamer with as many thoughts and ideas as there were stars in the sky, and he the realist, who didnât dim your light but tempered it into a steady, sustainable flame.
Youâd take him out on adventures, out of the strict box of his comfort zone, and heâd ground you more firmly to reality, never discouraging your dreams but making sure you took the necessary steps in the right way, responsibly. You'd match one another perfectly, complementary and meant for each other.Â
But thatâs not your reality, and you both know it. There would never be any coming back from this if you go through with it, and thereâs no ideal, happy future for you two to share. âIâm not so disillusioned to think this would be anything other than sex for you,â you continue, and he swallows, mind still racing impossibly, âbut itâd be much more meaningful for me with you than some bastard I donât like in the slightest.âÂ
Youâre wrong. So wrong, and you donât even know it. It would never be âjust sexâ with you. You mean much, much more to him than you even realize. âYou wonât regret asking a man like me? Thereâd be no taking it back once itâs done,â Minho canât help but ask, rationality and reason desperately trying to gain control.Â
Despite what your father may believe, youâre a grown woman capable of making your own decisions. And this is a decision you make with full knowledge of what it means for you, more than willing to accept whatever consequences may arise for committing such a sin.
In an ideal world, youâd be allowed to love who you wish, live where you wish, do what you wish. But this isnât an ideal world, and if there is only one thing you can ever be granted in this life that feels as if it isnât even your own, it would be thisâ to have one night, just one night, where you can be the person you want to be, with Minho by your side.
âYouâre free to reject me if youâre not attracted to me, but.. My only regret would have been not trying. So I ask, are you not attracted to me?â He looks you over carefully following your question, grip on the armrests tightening.
Admitting that heâs attracted to you may as well be a death sentence. But he canât lie to you, completely at your mercy. Fuck the king, itâs you heâs really loyal to. All heâs ever done, all he ever will do, itâs always for you. Heâs always tried to act in your best interest, to do the right thing, to keep you safe and protected. But does keeping you safe even matter if youâre miserable?Â
âI am,â Minho swallows, answering honestly despite his better judgment, âYou have no idea how attracted to you I am.â
âSo why hesitate?â you ask, fingers trail down your lap, over your knees, to where the very bottom of your dress lies. He watches you, eyes darting from your hands back to your face. Youâre watching him too, carefully, considering his every reaction before you make your next move, impressively calculated.Â
You take the hem of your dress in your hands, pulling it up leisurely, getting it halfway up your thighs before Minho rises from his chair. He's is in front of you in an instant, his hands grabbing your wrists and stopping you from lifting it any further.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Princess,â he breathes, voice low and strained; he canât lose control of his desires, but fuck, youâre making it so hard. You look up at him, meeting his gaze with the same fiery determination you always have, but thereâs more there than just that this time. Desire, want, needâ all for him.
Fuck it. Heâs going to get burned, but maybe itâs worth it. Youâll be his funeral pyre, engulfing him in your flame until all that remains are the ashes of the man he was supposed to be. And what a beautiful way to end his life it will be, lost between your thighs, feeling your nails dig and claw at his skin.
He lets go of your wrists, one of his hands coming to cup your face, thumb tracing over your bottom lip. âHas anyone ever kissed you, Princess?â he asks and you give a slight shake of the head, breathing a soft âNo..â
He hums, and thereâs a twisted sort of pleasure he derives from knowing heâll be your first in every conceivable way. Youâre not âinnocent,â he knows youâre not, but thereâs something about being your first kiss, your first cock, your first everything that makes him crazy.Â
âAnd you want me to be the first one to kiss you?â he follows up with another question, corners of his mouth threatening to twist into a smile when you nod, a soft, honest âyesâ leaving your lips effortlessly. He leans down towards you, keeping your head tilted up so he can easily meet your lips.
He does so softly, treating you with care. His lips are softer than you expected, and the feeling of them against your own fills you with butterflies. He carefully tilts you back, and you let your body fall back onto the mattress, head hitting the surprisingly soft pillows.
Minho crawls over you, spreading your legs apart just enough to get between them, your dress now hiked all the way up your thighs. Heâs hovering over you, looking down at you with so much love and lust and that it leaves you speechless. âIâll need you to listen to me tonight. Can you do that for me?â he asks, pressing light kisses to your jaw, under your ear, your neck.Â
You can, because itâs Minho. Heâd never hurt you, never try to control you, never make you feel lesser than. So you can listen to him, because you trust him with your care; heâll take good care of you, you know he will. He smiles when you nod, and you see him smile so rarely that it makes your heart skip a beat; his role always requires him to be so stern and straight faced, that seeing him smile down at you like this is enough to melt you into a puddle.Â
âYouâre a good girl when you want to be, hmm?â he hums against your neck, resuming his trail of kisses against your skin, and you canât explain why, but the words and tone he says them in makes your stomach flip.
If you were in a different world, and didnât have to return home to the castle tomorrow, heâd take his time marking your neck, filling it with pretty shades of blue, purple, and red, sinking his teeth into your soft, supple skin. He just knows youâd look so pretty like that, and the way you react when his breath tickles your skin and his lips linger, tells him youâd like it too.
His fingers trail down your body, finding the hem of your dress and pulling it up over your chest. You lift your back off the bed when he separates from your neck, pulling your dress off the rest of the way and discarding it to the floor. He kisses you as he fiddles with the straps of your bra, effortlessly unhooking it in the back and pulling it down your arms and off your body.Â
He may have never married, but heâs no stranger to being with and pleasuring women. And heâll make sure he makes this a night youâll always remember for all the right reasons. Capturing your lips in another kiss, his hands take in your now bare breasts, gently kneading and squeezing.
You try to squeeze your legs together, but his place between your thighs stops the act from happening, and he chuckles against your lips when he realizes what youâre doing. âBe patient, Princess, Iâll take good care of you,â he whispers before kissing you again, and you let out a small whine, not knowing exactly what you want but knowing you want something.
You gasp when he takes your nipples between your fingers and pinches them, not too hard of course, but enough to give him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your body shudders, you feel dizzy with pleasure and excitement, and the feeling of his tongue circling yours is impossibly intoxicating.Â
One of his hands travels down, over your stomach, coming between your bodies to feel your heat over your panties. Heâs barely even begun and youâre already soaking the fabric, your eager anticipation for more of his touch palpable beyond all else. He nips at your bottom lip, gently tugging it between his teeth before soothing the sting with kitten licks, his hand slipping inside your panties to feel how slick youâve gotten directly.Â
Your body jolts when his fingers run between your folds, and he barely has to move them at all to get his fingers completely coated in your arousal. He pulls back to look at you, taking in the sight of your flushed face and swollen lips, pretty and perfect.
Youâre panting, breathless, overwhelmed in the best way possible. You keen when his fingers rub over your clit in circles, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you lift your head from the pillows to watch. âFeels good, doesnât it?â he asks, suppressing a grin when you whine and quickly nod your head.
âWant more, want you,â you mutter, the most timid youâve ever been in regards to a man. He coos, giving you a sweet kiss as he continues his stimulation to your sensitive spot. âRemember what I said? Patience, Princess, youâll get what you want. We canât rush and have you getting hurt, can we?âÂ
You pout as you concede, and God, he finds that so cute; heâs never seen you actually act shy and pouty before, and it makes him want to give you the entire world. Heâll give you everything you want, anything you ask for, but heâll have to remember to tease you first so he can see that cute expression on your face before he gives in to your whims.
âIâll make sure youâre nice and ready for my cock, so just be a good girl and follow my lead until then. You can do that for me easily, canât you?âAnother shy nod, another adorable flushed look that makes his cock throb in his trousers.
It was a little intimidating for you, knowing how experienced Minho must be due to his age, and feeling like you must fall short in comparison to other womenâ women who knew what they were doing. But really, that was just your own insecurity talking. He didnât mind at all that you were inexperienced; in fact, it excited him for reasons he didnât entirely understand.Â
Maybe it was the knowledge that he was the first to touch your skin, or maybe that someone as determined and fiery as you are is allowing yourself to concede control, to let him be in charge of your pleasure, trusting him to bring you to utmost bliss. What bigger display of trust could you ever show him? Your glassy, pleading eyes, begging him for more but still waiting for it just as he askedâ youâre too good for him. Heâs going to ruin you.Â
He takes his fingers away, and you have to physically stop yourself from whining at the lack of contact, lest he remind you again about âbeing patient.â âOpen your mouth for me,â Minho requests, and though you are a bit confused, you do as he asks immediately, obeying without question.
Fuck, thatâs hot; the image of you, mouth open, tongue slightly sticking out and waiting to receive whatever he gives you is something he never wants to forget. Minho slides two of his fingers into your mouth, instructing you to lick, to get his fingers nice and wet.
Truthfully, you were more than lubricated enough to take his fingers without this step, but he couldnât resist the urge to see you this way. He pushes his fingers in your mouth down to the knuckle, and you persist with coating them in your saliva even as you gag and tears prick the corners of your eyes.Â
He showers you with praise, slipping his fingers out of your mouth when he feels satisfied with the work youâve done on them, kissing your cheeks, feeling the heat of your face on his lips. Slipping his hand back inside your panties, he presses the tips of his wet fingers to your hole, and you instinctively suck in a breath, body unconsciously tensing from the anticipation.
âYou have to relax, Princess, it wonât feel good if youâre tense,â he explains sweetly, shaking his head when you mutter a soft apology. âDonât be sorry, not for that. Just focus on me, hmm? On this,â he whispers, his lips lingering on yours in a deep, impassioned kiss.
His fingers stay completely still until he feels your body start to release its tension, heeding his advice to focus more on his kisses than the motion of his fingers. He keeps kissing you even as the first of his fingers finally starts to push inside you, and you moan into his mouth, hot pleasure licking your skin.Â
He moves his finger in and out slowly, making sure youâre well adjusted before he pushes in another one, hooking his fingers to find that delicious sweet spot he knows will have you crying his name in no time. You gasp loudly when he finds it, your hands twisting the sheets beneath you between your fingers, your entire body trembling.
It feels so good you almost canât breathe, and when he picks up his pace, hitting your spot over and over as he brings his thumb to your clit, you know you wonât last long at all. âM-Minho, Iâmâ 'm gonnaââ you try to warn him, but the words die in your throat, the pleasure too overwhelming to continue to try and form a sentence.
He simply hums, continuing his motions until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, sharp, shuddery gasps and moans tumbling from your lips as your orgasm takes you. âThatâs it, just let go, just like that, Iâve got you,â he praises, pressing kisses to your hot skin, helping you ride out your high.
Before you can even fully recollect your breath and get your racing heart back under control, heâs pushing a third finger inside, the trembling in your body intensifying from the addition. âYou need more to get ready for me,â he tells you, and in your fucked out state all you can do is nod, taking his word as gospel truth, âneed to stretch you good to make sure my cock fits.â
All you can do is lay there and take the onslaught of pleasure, unable to think of about anything other than how full and good his fingers make you feel. You donât even register that heâs moved your down your body and tugged your panties to the side until his tongue is meeting your clit, swirling around it in expertly practiced circles, making you desperately cry out his name.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging harshly as your hips buck up to keep feeling the delicious sensation his tongue provides you. He flattens his tongue and lets you grind against it as you want, the motions of his fingers not stuttering or ceasing despite the movement of your hips.Â
You feel the familiar heat pooling your stomach, another orgasm approaching quickly, the sounds you release turning into desperate whines and whimpers as you chase the feeling. It only takes a few more rolls of your hips and thrusts of his fingers to have you releasing all over his face and gushing around his fingers.
He sits up and pulls his fingers out when your body falls limp, chest heaving and ears ringing as you try to recover from the mind-blowing experience you just had. Your eyes are closed, and you can feel his weight shift, can hear the soft clink of his belt unbuckling, followed by the rustling of clothes.
You open your eyes to see Minhoâs cock is now out, his hand lazily pumping it and spreading the pre-cum that accumulated and dripped over his time focusing on you. You reach a hand out to touch it, to replace his hand with your own, but he grabs your hand before you can, instead making you intertwine your fingers.Â
âTonightâs all about you, Princess. Donât worry about taking care of me,â he says, kissing the back of your hand and then holding it down right above your head. Youâre not quite pinned, easily able to snake your hand out of his hold if you wanted to, but you have to admit, you like the feeling of his hand keeping yours held down.
He rubs his cock between your folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, though you didnât miss the subtle smirk on his face when you whined from the feeling of his tip rubbing against your clit. âSqueeze my hand if you need to,â Minho tells you before taking your free hand and bringing it up to his shoulder, âand hold onto me.â
Your heart squeezes in your chest; the hidden romantic in you yearns to tell him you love him, to thank him for taking such good care of you, to express how you never want this night to end, but you know that would be a mistake. Neither of you can afford to let your emotions spill out, so you swallow them down the best you can, deciding to just live in this moment, to experience it for all that it is and all that it means for you.
The initial push is slow, and thanks to his diligent preparation, there is little physical pain or discomfort you experience from the stretch of his cock. A slight sting, sure, but nothing you canât easily handle, and itâs barely even recognizable when compared to the pleasant fullness you feel. So when you squeeze his hand, and your eyes well with tears, itâs not because you are pained; itâs because you finally have something you want, a happiness you thought would forever elude you.
He takes his free hand and wipes away the tears from your eyes, a soft look of concern on his face. âHurts?â he asks, but you shake your head quickly.
âFeels good, I justâ I..â you struggle with the words, knowing you canât express how you actually feel about him even if you felt you could. âI know. You donât have to say it, I know,â Minho speaks to you softly, and the kiss he gives you very nearly makes you sob.
Thereâs still a few inches left before heâs fully inside you, and he pushes the remainder in slowly as he continues to kiss you, his free hand now rubbing soothing circles on your hip with his thumb. Minho does well at maintaining composure, staying firmly in control of himself and his body despite the way your walls squeeze and suck him in, despite the way you whimper when you feel him throb, or cry out against his lips when his tip kisses your deepest spots.
âThatâs a good girl, taking all I give you, doing so well,â he praises you some more, and you love when he tells you how good youâre doing if the way you clench around him is any indicator. âFuck, Princessââ he groans when he finally starts to move, pulling out and pressing back in much more slowly than he normally would, but the wet friction you provide him is delicious.
âMinho, Iââ you start, interrupted by a sharp gasp when he finds your sweet spot with his cock.He looks at you as he stills his hips, patiently waiting for you to continue in case what you have to say is important, or a request for him to stop.
You swallow, face heating up but determined to get out what you want to say. âJ-Just this once, I donât want to be the princess. Call me by name, pleaseââ Oh, thatâs what you want? He can do that, easily; heâs already groaned your name countless times in the privacy of his room, stroking his cock to the thought of you.
The sound of your name falling from his lips as he resumes the thrust of his hips has you clenching hard, stars erupting in your vision as he picks up his pace, beginning to quickly and mercilessly hit your spot, over and over again. He takes one of your legs and props it up over his shoulder, allowing more of his cock to fill you up, the creaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping beginning to overpower the noise from downstairs.
Taking his other hand away from yours, youâll have to forgive him, he licks his fingers and then brings them to your clit, wanting nothing more than to see and feel you release on his cock. It only takes a few more thrusts and circles from his fingers to have you crying out his name as you cum, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you as your body shakes and legs tremble.
But Minho hasnât cum yet, so heâs not quite done with youâ not that you mind in the slightest. Youâll let him chase his pleasure as long as he wishes, even if it leaves you a drooling, fucked out mess in the end.
He pulls out of you, just long enough to sit against the headboard, and then heâs pulling you on top of him, guiding you to sink back down on his cock and sit fully in his lap. The new position has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head, Minho guiding the movement of your hips with his hands as he thrusts up into you.
Heâs quite literally doing all the work, but thatâs perfectly fine; this night is supposed to be about you, after all, and he doesnât want you to lift a pretty little finger. Just let him use you a little until he cums, thatâs all he needs.
Youâre panting against his neck, head laid on his shoulder and nails digging into the skin of his back beneath his shoulder blades. The sting of your nails in his skin is just how he imagined it to be, and his head is falling back against the headboard, low grunts and groans of your name leaving freely as his cock throbs and twitches, getting closer and closer to his release.
He uses one of his hands to grab your face and lift it up to his, crashing his lips to yours in a desperate, impassioned display of love and lust. A few more snaps of his hips and you feel his cum spurting inside you in long, thick ropes, the sensation sending you forward into yet another orgasm of your own, your desperate sounds muffled only by Minhoâs mouth on yours.
Your body collapses against his when the moment slows to a stop, both of your chests heaving and breaths heavy as you lie against him. His arms wrap around you snuggly, and keep you upright against his chest. You can hear the quick, erratic beating of his heart as he catches his breath, looking up at him to see his eyes closed and sweat trailing down his brow towards his cheek.
He looks beautiful like this, you think; you hope he thought the same of you. Even as his cock starts to soften, neither of you move, and though your legs protest and beg to be stretched out, you refuse to leave your spot on Minhoâs lap.
âAre you alright, Princess?â he asks once heâs collected himself, pushing your hair from your face and wiping the sweat from your brow.
âMhm, just want to stay like this,â you reply, and Minho smiles softly, rubbing over your shoulders and down your back in a sweet gesture of comfort. Youâre silent like this for some time, just simply enjoying the feeling of him, the sound of the crackling fire, the warmth he and this room provides you.
âDoes my happiness really have to end here?â you canât help but quietly ask, and Minho is quiet for a moment, carefully considering before he speaks.
In a different world, in a different time, in a different place, maybe the two of you are meant to be. Thereâs comfort in imagining yourself there, truly happy with Minho, letting him care for you while not snuffing out the flame that is your pride, ambition, and spirit.
Itâs not meant to be, you both know that to be true. To be with each other required great risk, sacrifice, hardship. But again he has to wonder, is being safe worth the cost of happiness? Would you even truly be âaliveâ if your every moment was spent miserably?
He doesnât want to see the very core of what makes you you be snuffed out by selfish, idiotic men and their expectations of what you should be. Youâre much younger than him, and it would be impossible for him to be there for you for the rest of your life, but he can be for the rest of his, at least.
âMaybe not,â he answers, unsure of what the future holds for the two of you, but not entirely ready to give up so easily. He could accept his fate, accept that love is something out of his reach, but itâs your happiness on the line that makes him want to fight for it.Â
Thereâs a lot he could lose by helping you escape this life you feel trapped in, but heâd rather see you happy than wasting your days away in the castle, subservient to a man you loathe. Your love isnât meant to be, but thatâs okay; heâll help you all the same.
Heâs loyal to you, and only you, heâs decidedâ so if you make your future husband, your father, or even the entire kingdom your enemy, then theyâll be his enemy too. And itâll all be worth it just to see you smile for a little bit longer.
#skz x reader#lee know x reader#lee minho x reader#skz smut#lee know smut#lee minho smut#skz imagines#skz scenarios#not me posting a fic again literally 4 days after my last one i am serious when i say i was possessed to write this#also not posting between the hours of 4-7am for once that is a win for me !!#mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune
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Ask/Writing Masterlist (irregularly updating)
Ryin(éżç), 23. She/They. First Gen Chinese student. Ryin_Silverfish on AO3. Currently hyperfixating on old Chinese novels. casual Zhiguai tales and LMK enjoyer.
Investiture of the Gods/FSYY:
Why are the Daoist immortals fighting?
Did Yuanshi Tianzun manipulate Shen Gongbao?
Chan, Jie, and possible prejudice against yaoguai
Azure Lion and the other Bodhisattvas' steeds in FSYY
Daji's fox form in FSYY Pinghua
The historical Su Daji
Is Shen Gongbao a yaoguai?
Are all yaoguai irredeemable monsters in FSYY?
Ao Bing and the dragons Nezha fought
Does deification wipe your memory and personality?
Bi Gan and the Great Fox Massacre
More discussion about prejudice against yaoguai
How old was Su Daji the human when she died?
Differences between FSYY novel and Pinghua
Musing on FSYY's view of fate and its possible effects on Yang Jian
Master Yuding
The messy marriages of FSYY
Is Daji a goddess in the novel?
Names of immortal masters in FSYY
Just for fun: the FSYY drinking game
Nezha's age in FSYY
Nezha's death and resurrection in FSYY
What happened to the original Daji?
Lady Shiji aka the Rock Demoness
Chinese Fox Spirits:
Auspicious/Demonic Foxes
More on fox spirits
The inner core of foxes
Foxes and their association with Fire
Notable fox spirits
The foxes of ççžçŒć
šäŒ
Has Daji ever been worshipped as a goddess?
Fox masks
The foxes of Liaozhai
Weaknesses and abilities of fox spirits
Three resource collections on Chinese fox spirits: 1, 2, 3
Human-fox hybrids
Can foxes and their descendents magically know if someone's telling the truth?
The magical properties of fox saliva
Fox exams and Heavenly Foxes
Are male foxes more malicious?
More on fox exams
Offerings to fox spirits
The "Lady Fox Immortal"
Chinese Mythos in General:
The Precious Scroll of Erlang
Into the Erlang-verse: Li, Zhao, Yang
Can immortal masters romance their students?
Why we don't power-rank characters in God-Demon novels
A brief overview of Chang'e
On Chinese Religion and "Respect"
The 28 Lunar Mansions
Can the Heavenly Emperor be replaced + a primer on dynastic successions
A Guide to the Chinese Underworld (and what it isn't)
Is NĂŒwa JE's daughter?
Weaver Girl
Can yaoguais a/o their descendents enter the Celestial Bureaucracy?
Queen Mother of the West and her husband(s)
Bixia Yuanjun, Lady of Mt. Tai
Erlang's dad
The story that gives us the name "Yang Jian"
On the transformation of Erlang's image (and his relationship with JE in JTTW)
Erlang's mom, Lotus Lantern, and a neat little discovery
Erlang cameos in other stories and Zajus
Erlang's mom-saving story in Chinese operas
Child Manjushri, or: the absurdity of pinning a definitive age on gods
The strange modern ship of Mengpo/Yuelao, and Mengpo's myths
The half-beast form of QMoW
Does Erlang have a wife/love interest?
Nezha's mom
A overview of Gonggong and his mythos
Some introductory sources on the Chinese Underworld
A side-by-side comparison of Nezha's backstory in JTTW and FSYY
Mythos-inspired Worldbuilding:
Dragons of the Four Seas
LMK S5 and a possible "Celestial Council of Regents" AU
LMK S5 Fix-it: the Four Divine Beasts
Character/Story Analysis (JTTW + LMK)
Heart and Mind: Tripitaka
Local Lion Uncle enjoyer goes on a rant
On SWK and his fear of death
Why the Dead People Supreme Court?
No, seriously, why?
Chinese Underworld =/= Christian Hell
LMK S4, Havoc in Heaven, and revolutions
Why I dislike the "class warfare" reading of Havoc in Heaven
In Defence of Li Jing...ha, as fucking if
On Yin-Yang, Chaos/Order, and the Harbringer
JTTW's view on the Three Religions
Disjointed S5 Reactions
"Chaos doesn't work that way in traditional Chinese Cosmology"
Xiangliu, the Nine-headed Bird, and Jiutou Chong
Lotus Lantern: The Summaries
Part 1: Precious Scroll of Chenxiang
Part 2: The Epic of Prince Chenxiang
Part 3: Lotus Lantern 1.0 + 2.0
Part 4: Chenxiang and the Male-Female Swords
My Fanfics:
Climbing the Sky
The Wild Son
Bodhicitta
The Serpent and the Deluge
South Seas Sojourn
Journey of the Gods AU sideblog
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Okay so I know this is a silly ask but likeâthere are so many interesting things with certain episodes that would change if Stanford/bill was around in them. So I wanna ask about things from certain eps and stuff! Just a few simple ones(I really love this au btw itâs so interesting!!)
âHow did bill respond to Mabel dating Gideon?? Or did it not happen in some way cause of him?
âDoes he help Stanley scare kids on summerween? Or does he do trick or treating instead?
âSo like- Did the sock opera bill plot never happen or was it just a somewhat normal play? Did he end up helping out Mabel?
I love the silly asks so much. For as messed up as the au is when you think about it, it is also still Gravity Falls, and thereâs a lot of wacky hijinks afoot that I also love to think about!
â Bill was so close to adding assaulting a child to his criminal record. Mabel is his favourite out of the two at this point in time, with his relationship with Dipper still being tense at best, and he hates to see her free and chaotic spirit held down by a nine year old whoâs more hair than flesh. I mean seriously! Shooting Star is a Star that needs to shine bright and unleash her boundless energy onto the world. She canât do that if sheâs being made miserable and boring.
I can see him arguing with Stan over the whole arranged couple thing, try and snap some sense back into his old, sagging brain.
I got my own Book of Bill today finally, and so a bit of this is based on the Vinegar Pete section, which, historical inaccuracies regarding one of my special interests aside, did show a pretty interesting to side to Bill, and how he is willing to give people power in the name of freeing them of their chains, alongside causing entropy. This is kind of like that, in a way.
Thinking more on it, he might even end up being there during the final confrontation â for a few reasons. Not sure which route is most plausible yet though. Either way, itâd probably be the first time he actively protects the kids from danger, namely because A) He likes Mabel B) Stan would go into a state if anything happened to these kids, which wouldnât benefit his situation at all.
He isnât super attached to them yet, so he lacks the same vulnerability his future self will have.
â I mentioned this in a previous ask today but Bill and Stan have a tradition of who can scare kids the most on Summerween or Halloween, so heâd be at home with Stan doing that. Heâd be annoyed to know he missed the Summerween Trickster. The guy owed him money. And he missed out on eating him too? His night is ruined (heâs being dramatic).
â I havenât fully worked out Sock Opera yet, but I do have a thing in mind where Bill is desperately trying to sabotage Dipperâs attempts with the laptop, because he really is getting way too close. His issue is he has to be more careful about it. Not really his forte. Iâm not sure if thatâd work alongside the original plot of that episode, or if Iâll have to scrap it and come up with something else. Iâll have to come back to this I fear.
#asks#gravity falls#gravity falls au#not who he seems au#mabel pines#dipper pines#bill cipher#stanley pines
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