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buhhh jd you had me THINKING with that prince paul drabble. would love to see more of him being stern with reader, like, maybe she makes a little joke at his expense in front catherine (which catherine thinks is so funny) while they're at dinner and just has to set her straight. something about a warning looks or words and knowing what's coming later is -- truly doing something for me.
ugh yes I relate I want him to wreck me
warnings: smut (18+ only), oral m receiving, choking, dom/sub dynamics, degradation
"You found that amusing, did you?" Paul growled in your ear, tightening his grip on your arms until you whimpered slightly. "Need I remind you how insubordination is dealt with in this regime?"
You had to hide your small smile from him, worried that if he knew you'd wanted him to punish you for your comment all along, that he might not.
You'd been waiting for it since you said it-- since he gave you that icy stare, hiding it with a half-smile as he pretended to take the joke well. But just the way he'd met your gaze from across the table, his fist clenching around his salad fork for a second, made your thighs clench together in anticipation. You wanted that hand tightening around your throat, those smirking lips against your ear as he warned you that he didn't have the patience to be gentle.
And, for the most part, it worked-- you were in his bedchambers now, bracing for your punishment. The only thing was, just when you expected him to bend you over his bed, he turned you around and pushed you onto your knees.
You looked up at him expectantly as he worked to get his trousers out of the way-- why did fancy royal clothes have to be so complicated?-- and pull out his cock for you. It wasn't fully hard yet, but considering it was in your mouth a second later, it didn't take too long before he was erect and throbbing against your lips; Paul moaned, tangling his fingers into your hair as he guided your movements. "I like this mouth better when it's pleasing me, instead of insulting me," Paul cooed at you as he pet your swollen bottom lip with his thumb. "This is what these pretty lips ought to be doing-- getting stretched out around your prince's cock, yes?"
You hummed and nodded in agreement, though you whined when he yanked your head back by your hair, gripping his cock tightly as he stared down at you.
"I'd like to hear you say it," he demanded.
"M-my lips should be pleasing you, my liege, serving your cock-- not insulting you," you promised.
"And this throat," he continued, making you swallow nervously as he ran his fingers over your neck. "You always come the hardest when I choke you with my hands, but there are other ways. Why don't you show me how good of a whore you can be, and choke for me?"
Choke you did; he only gave you breaks when you absolutely needed them, smirking down at you when you gasped and spluttered, and then got right back to fucking your throat recklessly. You tolerated the discomfort because, for one, it turned you on for some unknowable reason, being used like this; and two, the way he loudly moaned and bit his lip as he slid his cock deeper in your mouth was simply too addictive to stop.
Only when his come was spilling from your abused lips did he seem satisfied, sweetly asking you if you'd learned your lesson as he watched you try to swallow down all the seed he'd given you. First, you thanked him for his come-- something you never forgot to do after that one punishment that left you limping for a week-- and then you agreed that, yes, you'd learned your lesson not to embarrass him especially in front of his mother.
"All right," he nodded, "now get on the bed."
You raised your eyebrows. "My prince, but--"
"That was just to teach you your place, whore," he explained with a frown. "Now I'll have my real fun with you."
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a crying shame | prince paul x fem!reader
Pairing | Prince Paul x Fem!Reader
Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), DUBCON, power dynamics (royalty and the help), coercion, general nastiness, use of derogatory classist terms, unprotected piv sex, fingering f receiving, hair pulling, dirty talk, pussy/clit slapping, spanking, orgasm denial, breeding kink. also brief mentions of deceased characters.
Word Count | 3.2k
A/N | oh look... another new character to add to the evergrowing list. i know this fic won't be for everybody, but i felt it was maybe a different take on our petulant prince that we were yet to see.
It was a peaceful Tuesday afternoon, when it happened. Things had been⊠quiet, since your mistresses passing. Days were spent being kept busy with stripping linen, emptying wardrobes and general upkeep in her chambers. Though the Royals were not known to be fair, nice or even gracious â Lady Alexeievna was always a wonderful woman. She wasnât like the others were, she was polite, kind and was somebody that once you couldâve even called a friend.
You were sad to hear of her and her unborn son's tragic and untimely deaths, even sadder when you were summoned to the quarters to strip off the soiled sheets and scrub the wooden bedframe clean. Since, you spent every day dreading how soon it would be before the spoilt, petulant, obnoxious Prince were to be wed again.
Catherine would waste no time, Natalia was barely cold before she was snapping fingers and ordering her army of minions to look for the next suitable woman to become the future Queen. It was to be only a matter of time before he were to be married and another woman would grace these four walls, hopefully with the same kindness Natalia had.Â
Paul had only ever entered this wing once, and that was in the days after the deaths. You dreaded him ever coming back â it was an unpleasant encounter, hard to watch from the sidelines with the other women, and you knew in your heart that anger was boiling in his heart, getting closer to bubbling out as time went on.
Youâre busying yourself with folding Nataliaâs array of dresses, though you canât see why youâre bothering. Money aside, they would be burned in a wooden pit in the coming days along with any other trace of her, by the request of Catherine and her son.Â
The noise of doors being burst open down the halls pluck your interest, though your brows furrow when you realise theyâre edging closer and closer. You brace yourself, awaiting the impending slam of the doors into the bedroom â which finally come seconds later. An angry looking figure storming through on the back of the harsh clatter.Â
"Your ââ You stutter, panicking for a moment, struggling to compose yourself, with the sudden burst of the doors, your heart racing and hammering against your ribcage like a rabbit running from its stalker, âYour Majesty, I was not expecting you."Â
You curtsey, eyes down toward the floor, as the Prince makes haste of entering the room, like a man on a mission. He reels, anger etched all over his face, nose scrunched up in distaste, a deep red flush down to his chest.
He takes no notice of you, waving you off, gunning straight for his late wife's beauty table, rummaging around like a mad man in her jewellery box. He throws things around, the various gold pieces falling to the wooden floors with dull thuds. You cringe silently, aware of the price of such luxuries that he is willingly tarnishing, battering up and breaking.
You watch under half lidded eyes as he stomps around aimlessly, clearly whatever he was looking for was not within eyesight and he would have to ask the help. He was a man who simply did not waste his time or breath on those beneath him, unless it was his army. The older ladies of the chambers told you he was colours of his father, but mostly Catherine, as much as the woman would never admit to that.
Paul had not been the same since the morning his mother had dragged him into his deceased wife's chambers and exposed her illicit affair with the Count. Not only had his wife and son perished, but he had to bear the knowledge now of understanding she was a harlot and their son was most likely not his at all.
He was an idiot. Everybody knew about Natalia and her discrepancies, all of the help included. So he could wander around like a pompous, stuck up arsehole however he pleased. He was a laughing stock, despite how he wandered these halls with a turned up nose and a sense of entitlement.Â
"Go on then, woman. You're bound to know where it is." Paul seethes, snapping you out of your thoughts. You don't look him in the eye, instead setting your sights just past his left shoulder.Â
"May I ask what 'it' is, Your Majesty?" You ask, fanning your delicate fingers over the fronts of your velvet mauve-coloured skirts. You glance over slightly, realising Paul is simply in a sheer night shirt and tights, not a speckle of rouge on his cheeks and his natural, dirty blonde curls unruly atop his head.
He was pretty, you had to admit. Underneath all of the garish clothing and the wigs and the makeup. He was a good looking man, regardless of what the Queen had said. Though his petulant attitude diminished his physical beauty in an instant.Â
"Don't act smart with me, girl. You know what." Paul's nostrils flare, and you finally lock eyes with him, watching as the emotions swirl around in his pretty brown eyes. You must have a confused look etched on your face, because he rolls his eyes and scoffs, "The fucking wedding band."
You suck in a sharp breath, your nervousness starting to diminish and in its place anger begins to take hold, "Your Majesty, it was at the Queen's request that Lady Alexeievna be buried wearing that band. She was â"
"You took my mothers orders over my own?" He's close to you now, breath fanning across your face. He's looking at you like he wants to grab you by the throat and throw you across the room, and you wait on baited breath for the assault, by now you had grown accustomed to the handsy men in the palace, "Answer me."
"She is the Queen, Your Excellency. She would - she would've had me beheaded, had I not done as requested." Your voice waivers slightly, a wince escaping you when Paul's large hand comes out to grab at your cheeks, squishing them beneath his harsh grip â his gold rings bite into your soft skin, sure to leave behind marks in their wake. Your lips puff together under the pressure, breathing jagged as your nostrils flare in a desperate attempt to breathe.
"You work for me. For my wife. Not my fucking mother." Paul spits in your face, and your bosom heaves as you desperately try to suck in a breath. You whimper quietly, as his other hand comes out to grip at your corseted waist, thumb dancing lightly over the satin ribbons that tied you in properly, "Hmm, such pretty garments for a nobody. Is this where my money was going? Making the scum at the bottom look pretty by my wife's request?"Â
Paul shakes your head for good measure before he loosens his grip to allow you to breathe, to talk, "She was a kind woman, Your Majesty. She was good to all of us ladies." Your voice is quiet, nerves shot as he plucks at the ribbons on your corset, tugging them loose. Your breasts spill out once the pressure is released, your scratchy undergarments the only material left to keep your modesty.Â
Paul stalks around your body, fingers playing with the ties on the back of your skirt as he speaks, quiet yet dominant, so close you can feel his breath on your ear, âPeasants such as yourself shouldnât wear such luxuries. Such fine fabrics are made for the upper class, and as beautiful as you are, darling â youâre the furthest thing from it.â
The skirt drops to the floor and you wince, mortified by whatâs happening. Youâre powerless to stop it, the Prince would have you hung for treason if you so much as attempted to stop him. Youâd hate to think what heâd do if you uttered a word of what was about to happen, after.Â
âPlease, Your Excellency. You donât have toââ Your words are cut short when he grips at your undershirt, exposing your tits to the cool air in the room and leaving you gasping. Itâs terrifying to admit that youâre not as scared as you should be, as he slithers back around your body until youâre toe to toe, his wide eyes drinking in the soft curve of your breast, the peak of your nipples, hardened in the chill.Â
âMy, my,â He muses, and you make to cover yourself up with your arms, but he grips at your wrists and tugs them back down to your sides, tutting as he does so, âI donât think so, malyshka. Youâll do as I tell you to, hmm? Otherwise there will be consequences.â
And you almost scoff at the rude pet name. Almost. Yet you find your thighs clenching beneath your underskirt as he soaks in every single square inch of your skin with his pretty, awestruck eyes. He backs you towards the edge of the bed, hands releasing your wrists in favour of tugging at the last of your undergarments and you let him, minimal fuss or resistance. Itâs embarrassing, the way he clouds your brain and makes your cunt gush wet when heâs forcing himself onto you under the premise of death if you refuse.Â
âIâll make this easy on you, darling, I promise.â He soothes, once the remainders of your clothing are pooled at your feet. You know better than to wait for him to demand you to finish the job, so you toe your worn in pumps off and slide the bundle of fabrics across the hardwood flooring. He watches you the entire time, a smug smirk playing on his lips as you almost willingly strip for him. He grabs at your wide hips, eyeing them â and he doesnât even need to speak. You know what heâs thinking.
Perfect child bearing hips. Clearly not a virgin. But unmarried. So a harlot it is.
He spins you around with this almost grotesque salacious grin on his face, one hand removing itself from your hip to instead splay in between your shoulder blades, pushing your upper body onto the bed. Youâre face down, quiet, ass in the air, like he clearly wanted.
The next move the Prince takes is unexpected. The hand remaining on your hips begins to run deftly along your ass, fingertips tracing your skin softly â a complete juxtaposition from the harsh way heâd spoken to and handled you previously. His pointer and middle finger run along the seam of your cunt, dipping into your folds and causing a gasp to fall from your lips.
âI told you Iâd make this easy on you, malyshka,â Thereâs his god awful, condescending tone again, and you want for it to make you feel sick but all it does is make your tummy brew with want, âYou donât get to come, though. If you do, I'll spank you so hard youâll not be able to sit for a week.â
Paul emphasises his words with a tap to your cunt, his fingertips slapping your clit almost perfectly, and it elicits a quiet moan in return. He hums, tsking under his breath, before slipping two thick fingers into your pussy, taking you by surprise. You cry out, lifting up onto your toes, squealing as he sets a fast pace.Â
âYour soaked cunt could almost be proof youâre enjoying this, darling,â Paulâs voice is giddy as he crooks his fingers down, running the tips along your frontal wall until youâre pushing your hips back into his hand. He skates his other hand down your back to place just above the curve of your ass, pushing your hips down, a warning, âAct the brat and see what happens, malyshka.â
You canât help it â your guts churn, a tingling in your belly as he marks his words, you almost want to act up, just to see what the punishment would be. Lust is overtaking your whole body, clearly, because every last bit of nerve and fear diminishes, âS-Sorry, Your Excellency,â Your voice is wet as you apologise, his relentless fingers sliding in and out of your slick walls sending you reeling.
Paul clearly appreciates that you arenât enough of a brat to address him as anything but his title, even with his fingers buried deep in your pussy â he pushes the curve of his hard cock into the supple flesh of your ass, grunting a little at the slight bit of relief it provides, âYou will be if you keep it up.â Â
You let yourself go limp, allowing the pleasure of his fingers sinking into you to overtake your senses. It feels nice, heâs not as harsh as he could be and heâs still pressing onto all the right spots, despite his warnings of not letting you come. His cool rings catch on your entrance, causing you to shudder, and a sick part of you almost wants him to slide them into you, too, shove his fingers in as deep as they can go.
In your pleasure, you donât hear or feel him shuffling behind you to shove down his own underwear, not realising until his fingers slip out of you and leave a drool of your own juices trailing down to your mound. You stay quiet, awaiting the head of his cock catching on your cunt.
It happens faster than anticipated and you clench on instinct once the tip slides through the mess youâve made, running up and down the seam of your pussy and catching on your clit, just enough to make you whine. Paul tuts at that, grips onto your hip tightly with his hand, the other gripping the base of his cock and heâs sliding in, the size of him catching you by surprise as he splits you open.
âOh, god,â You wail, fingers gripping into the sheets tightly as he sinks into you in one swift motion, knocking the breath right out of you. He gives you no time to adjust, he pulls out and shoves back in just as quickly, as harsh. Your tight cunt sucks him in, stretching comfortably to the sheer size and thickness of his cock.Â
Paul winds a hand tight in your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail, snapping your head back so itâs lifted off the plush sheets for him to see, âFilthy, malyshka. So wet for me, for a man who has forced himself on you? Pathetic.â Itâs odd, how he can still sound so composed even as he rails into you, fucking you so hard and so rough that the noises echo in the large, mostly empty room, bouncing off the wooden walls and invading your ears.Â
Your eyes roll into your skull, you canât help it. He fucks you like he hates you, and he probably does, but it makes it all the more delicious. You can feel every single ridge of his cock pressed tight in your cunt, the mushroom tip slipping against your g-spot over and over as he sinks in and out of you, making things even slicker. You know your pussy is dripping, probably pooling onto the floor too â just another mess for you to clean once he leaves.
He grunts as his hips clap against your ass, mesmerised and unable to tear his wide eyes away from where your bodies meet, the ripple of your supple flesh with every harsh thrust, âMy, my,â He moans, slapping a firm hand on your ass just to hear you cry out, âHow beautiful youâd look carrying my bastard child.â
You gasp, unable to contain it, cunt fluttering at the Princeâs words â and you know he felt it too, with the way his hips stutter and he chuckles darkly behind you. He winds your hair tighter in his other hand, pulls your head back even further until your neck is popping and he can watch your flushed face as he fucks you.
âOh, you like the idea of that?â He laughs, words being spat like venom as you stare up at him with doe eyes, tears pricking at the corners and threatening to spill out, âLike the idea of being with child to me, hmm?â
You nod slightly, unable to rip your eyes away from him. He looks almost evil, what little softness he may have ever had was clearly gone in this moment, yet you find yourself being so attracted to it that itâs dizzying. Being treated like a worthless nothing and being told so, too. You cringe internally as your tummy begins to bloom with heat, a testament to how much you were enjoying it.
He can clearly feel it, the way your cunt begins to flutter and your ass pushes back ever so slightly, the tiny amount that the space can allow, with how deep the Prince is fucking you, grinding in deep and bruising at your cervix with every punch of his hips, âYou want to come, malyshka?â
The tears finally spill from your eyes, wetting the apples of your cheeks and spilling down into your ears from how harshly snapped back your neck is, âPlease, please. Iâll do anything,â You babble, voice as wet as your cunt is, and Paul grunts, beginning to lose composure. Your crying and begging clearly doing it for him, like a true sadist.
âCome then,â He says, like itâs easy. You mumble out tiny whispered âthank youâs, letting the pleasure start to course itâs way through your bones without repression, âYou have ten seconds, you havenât finished by then, itâs tough.â
You whine, like a petulant child, thrown off by his words. He chooses that moment in time to change his pace, because of course he does. He pushes your head back down into the mattress, near on suffocating you as he rams into you so hard you see stars.Â
âSeven, sixâŠâ His voice taunts you, and you try to block it out, focus on the noise of your drenched cunt sucking him in, the coil winding tighter and tighter and threatening to snap, âThree, twoâŠâ
Waves of pleasure wash over you before he can even count to one, your legs shaking and pussy spasming around his thick length as your release washes over you. You physically bite into the comforter, screaming as you come, high on your tiptoes and body going rigid. You feel the gushes of slick spilling out of you, dripping down Paulâs cock and making a mess.
He ignores you all together, fucks into you once, twice more with a harsh slap on your ass and then heâs coming, too. Burying himself impossibly deeper as his cock pulses in your spent walls, painting them with his release.Â
You lie there, unable to catch your breath â and he acts as if he hasnât just fucked you into oblivion then filled you full of his seed. You cry when he slips out of you, making haste of pulling his trousers back up.
âMalyshka,â His voice almost has you jumping out of your skin, his plump lips on the shell of your ear, âYouâre mine now, got that? Another man, in these halls or out of them, so much as looks at you, and youâre both dead.â
Anything you may have had to say to him dies in your throat. Lust and hope coursing through your veins at his very words.
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By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Part Six: New developments for Paul and his wife.
Notes/Warning: Sometimes one gets sent away early into their marriages. One does not refuse their queenâŠeven her son.
18+ only please. Consensual. P in V sex.
Once againâŠty so much for reading. â€ïžs and reblogs are very appreciated. Along with any comments/feedback! Enjoy!
âMother, there is no valid reason for me to go and see the Crimea.â
âYou are the future king of Russia you need to visit your army.â
âI never did before.â
âWell, you are now married. The role has grown bigger.â
His fingers rolled into a fist and then relaxed before he did it again.âBut my wife.â
Catherine made an exaggerated sound. âShe will be fine without you.â
His mouth formed a line.
âShe has her ladies and there is also the ones in court. She will be fine.â
âWhat if I donât go?â
âI will make you.â
She looked up from the map that she had been hovering over. Her eyes were colder then the winter that would soon be upon them.
âWhen is my coach ready?â Defeat filled him. His mother won this round.
âDawn.â She replied once again, she eyed the map.
He turned on his heal and left the room.
*******
The sunâs warmth fell over you, as you worked on a handkerchief. There was more you wished to do or to attend to, but with the possibility of Paul leaving; this distracted you. Your personal handmaidenâs words did not bring any reassurance.
The ladies of the court, had sly smiles splashed across their faces. Despite Paul, not paying them any mind. Some still hoped to garner him with their charms.
There was barely a sound, but you could tell that the huge doors near you opened. You glanced up. Relief filled you. Your heart began to pick up speed. It was Paul.
His hand cut through the air. The patter of boots and the swish of skirts filled their otherwise silent room. With a warmth only your handmaiden was possible to have, she closed the door.
Placing the needle, the cloth and thread aside and you got up. You barely took a few steps and you were in Paulâs arms. Despite your heart at quite the beat, your body relaxed.
âI have to go.â His breath felt warm on your throat.
You stiffened and felt as his hold tightened.
âI tried to refuse.â
âSheâd never let you.â
He nodded. âThough I had to try.â
You pulled back enough, just enough to meet his eyes. There was hardly any of the warm brown. They had grown dark with his turbulent emotions over leaving.
âI will dispatch messengers with letters.â You promised
âThey will return with my own letters.â He replied with his own, stepping aside he pulled off his waist coat, he tossed it onto a nearby chair.
âAt least we have tonight. It will be a very lonely, few months.â
You knew it would be. But the knots in your stomach were still there and they hurt.
*******
As Paul moved above you, you tried to hold onto the moment. It hurt your heart to know you didnât know when you would see your husband, your beloved again.
âI love you.â Paul, managed. His voice was tight with his pleasure.
His eyes met yours and just as your bodies were one, his lips met yours and the kisses you shared were rough, hungry.
âI love you.â You breathed, arching against him before kissing him again.
Your body tightened, your pleasure was growing sharper. Your moans grew louder.
âSounds like you are growing close love, give yourself up to it. I want to feel you.â
âYes, oh Paul!â You were breathless and you erupted in your pleasure. His name became a moan as you became undone.
Trembling you wrapped your arms around him. You held him close as he thrust into you chasing his own release.
Your sounds caused his own release to rip through from him. As your hearts beat hard, you melted in the afterglow of your passion.
*******
He held you close, his fingertips caressing your naked hip. âI donât know how long I will be gone.â He finally said, resting his chin gently on the top of your head.
âI know. Alot of anguish will fill my heart till we can be together again.â You swallowed. âIs there no way you can have a coach come to retrieve me?â You glanced back at.
âNo, he said softly. There have been several violent engagements along that border. I could not bare the idea of you being hurt or worse.â
You tightened your arm around his middle. Desperately, you didnât want to let him go.
******
Be pressed a kiss to your bare knuckles as he held your hand through the open window of the carriage. Your eyes had filled with tears but you were not let them fall in front of Catherine or the court.
âI will think of you each day till we are together again.â
âAnd I shall as well.â You nodded.
He gave your hand a final squeeze, then glanced down. âKeep her safe boys.â He said softly to Soot and Cinder who sat proudly on either side of you. Grimacing, he tapped the roof of the coach and sat back into it. The coach man called out and you stepped back.
You waited till his coach passed the gates. Then turning with the hounds close on your heels you made quick haste back to your chambers.
******
Sitting at your vanity you finally let the tears come. With a shaky hand you pulled the pins from your hair. You would not leave your chambers today. A day for your heart was needed.
Looking down at your brush that sat on your vanity, you found a note scrawled sitting beside it. Your heart lifted. Your lips curved into a smile, making the tears pause as you read Paulâs sweet words of love.
******
A week later, when you found yourself lonely in court you had the letter tucked into your bodice and you didnât feel so terribly alone. The other girls who vied for Paulâs affection or to catch Catherineâs eye giggled behind gloved hands and fans in one corner while you stood, occasionally glancing out the grand windows with your heart warmed by the sweet words Paul left you in that note.
*****
His lips were wrinkled in disgust as he stalked through the muddy ground. His men were in different to his presence. They barely took mind of him when he walked past them. It had been a very long week since the two of you said good bye. He was eager to return to you.
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Razors and Tongues (Prince Paul x Reader)
Synopsis: Paul, much to the detest of his mother, has still been struggling to find a spouse, much less one that could carry an heir. And Catherine was desperate to end the war with the Swedeâs. Why not kill two birds with one stone? Thatâs where the reader comes in. You, being in Catherineâs good graces, at least, enough that she wonât harm you, and treats you with a gentle hand, she decides to use you to push the narrative she holds. Unfortunately, youâre a bit vicious and viper-like in tongue, towards anyone but her. And although horrendous, absolutely detestable, and manipulative to the core, Paul canât detach himself from the idea of you. Pursuing you like a pathetic puppy
Warnings: Cursing, mild gore, lots of references to breasts, reader is a female/has female anatomy, smut (incredibly rough, bratty, a prince gets what he wants smut)
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The sound of the gun firing echoed, cracking through the quiet autumn air. Paul muttering bitterly to himself as he reloaded carefully. Aiming at the helpless buck and firing, watching it go down with a desperate cry.
âNo, no I donât want to marry some Danish Dunce of a woman, I have no clue who she might be, and I know sheâs some air headed idiot-â he told Andrey, aiming once more as he searched the wood for another helpless animal to suffer the consequence of his rage. âOr worse, she falls in line, within my mothers gaggle of vicious, barb tongued geeseâŠâ he muttered bitterly as he pulled back to look at Andrey.
Andrey shrugged lightly, looking him over carefully as he hummed to himself. âWell, nobody said you had to love her, or even like her. You merely have to fuck her.â He said as Paul scoffed, fixing his coat.
âIf sheâs that desperate for an heir I could fuck a common whore, we donât have to go through all this work-â he muttered bitterly as he stood, carefully packing away the firearm and beginning the trek back to the palace. Bitterly swallowing his detest in favor of his country, and the duty he was required to uphold.
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You stared up at a portrait of the young prince, carefully swallowing the sweet peach wine within your glass. Eyes tracing every feature on his painted face. Catherine scoffing lightly.
âMy son isâŠdetestable, in appearance, to say the least duckling, but, heâs not awful. If you can overlook the weak chin, short neck, and pathetically flat cheekbonesâŠheâs got my eyes. Heâs cunning, vicious in wit, heâs gunning for the throne-â she took a heavy sip, that would be better described as a gulp.
â-and heâs a bit ofâŠa character. He falls relatively easy if he sees you as palatable. I know, that you donât necessarily match that description, but he needs a strong woman to keep him in line.â Catherine mused, earning a curt nod from you.
âDonât worry, I promise you I can provide an heir, and a placated princeâŠâ you assured, before taking a peer at yourself in a mirror. The heavy and deep green of the dress you wore contrasting with the white lace that decorated your throat. The waxy red pigment on your lips, still in tact after your nursing of your glass.
âI can give you exactly what you-â
The doors flew open, cutting through your statement as his muddied shoes traipsed along the tile of the room. Stopping harshly and turning to look at you with a soft sneer.
Catherine, ever the diplomat, carefully approached you and took your hands, leading you over to Paul who looked you over with eyes filled with venom and malice. He expected a calm and docile sheep, desperate to please to look back at him. Instead, met with the eyes of a viper. Desperate to strike but searching for the optimal point. And for once, he felt mildly challenged.
âPaul, dearâŠIâd like to introduce you to the crowned princess of Sweden. Before you get smart with me, consider the opportunities it would create for our nationâŠâ she insisted as he scoffed lightly. âThereâs a month, between you both, to see how things go.â
His portrait didnât do him justice, his face was much softer, sweeter. A soft jawline, and plush pink lips. His eyes soft, a forced hardness behind them.
âA suitable whore, a detestable wife-â he said calmly as he looked you over.
âAnd youâre a pathetic excuse for a husband-âyou retorted sharply.
And his breath caught in his throat, his face felt hot. But he wasnât feverish in the slightest. He was being challenged by you, and it was ridiculously alluring. Oh good godâŠwas he falling?
As you sauntered off, following Catherine and her close circle, looking back over your shoulder at him.
His body rigid, eyes frozen on you as you winked lightly and left. He had to have youâŠ
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The following three weeks had been filled with stolen glances, teasing, patronizing the poor man. And he was coming undone at the seems, because good god, you were ravishing. He couldnât keep it together.
Watching you socialize, how you would make ever so sure you were tilted far too forward, were eating precious pastries and allowing the creams inside to rest on your lips for seconds too long, and subsequently licking them off your plush lips. All while maintaining stiff and unrelenting eyecontact.
Teasing him...
Calling him...
Challenging him...
As you dismissed yourself from the table, unable to handle another second of cruel gossiping disguised under the notion of "keeping each other politically updated", you felt a pair of eyes trained on you. Looking up, the prince scowling down at you from one of the many windows and shoving the curtains shut.
Despite the disdain on his face, you knew you'd won. Carefully snatching a pastry off the tray and heading inside. Meandering what appeared to be aimlessly, up to his study, and allowing yourself inside. His back to you, but the grunt he let out signified him acknowledging your presence.
"I brought you something to eat, lord knows you need it. You lock yourself away up here..." you unceremoniously sat yourself upon his desk, and held the pastry out to him.
Though he was looking right past it.
at how your breasts spilled ever so slightly over the lace that lined the square collar of your peacock blue dress, one that matched the hue of his suit perfectly (especially since he'd had it made and sent, due to personal preference). How the whalebone of your corset cinched and pulled everything just the right way. How the gorgeous pendant that hung from your neck had made its home beautifully between your breasts.
At his refusal to take the pastry, you shoved it unceremoniously into your mouth as he scoffed loudly to himself.
"You disgust me, how you stuff your mouth, a-and you guffaw like a goose! You tease and poke a-and you pull my mind as-astray and I just-" he looked up to see if you were listening, and you weren't, unsurprisingly.
That was IT.
He yanked you towards him, his lips practically shoved onto yours as you dropped the final half of the pastry gracelessly onto the papers that had still lied upon his desk.
His kisses were feverish and rough, biting and sucking at your lower lip till it was practically puffy and raw. Pulling back, you went to look away, yet one of his hands roughly cupped your jaw.
"Aside from all those things I want you, you're to be my wife..." he said, eyes dark pools of want and unabashed need.
"Now, let's stuff that pretty mouth with something else-" before you could even get a thought out, he shoved you to your knees, his hands moving quick to rid himself of his trousers. His cock already desperately hard as he took your jaw in his hand once more, tugging gently. He was desperate, but he wasn't a monster. He'd allow you to put in your two cents, even if he couldn't outright ask.
His prayers were answered as he felt his breath catch in his throat, watching as your pretty lips left hot and warm kisses along his shaft, lightly cradling his balls as the kisses stopped at the head, taking him into your mouth.
His eyes fluttered as he slowly placed a hand on the back of your head, his fingers grasping desperately onto the ringlets upon your head, your jaw slackening as he pushed in, deeper and deeper till your nose was nestled against him, soft gags leaving you. The beautiful peach of your lipstick staining his cock as he groaned to himself, the warmth around him addictive.
"This..." he shuddered as he pulled back, "is going to be an incredible marriage..." he pushed all the way back in.
He set his steady pace, it apparent that he was somewhat unpracticed as he fucked into your throat. If this was how the stretch felt in your throat, how delicious would it feel in your sopping cunt. Moaning around him as you managed to work your hand under your mass of skirts and undergarments, cupping yourself and slowly working two fingers over your clit.
A harsh gag left you as he shoved deep, gently pinching your nose between his fingers as he looked at you. "No, you are an educated woman, not some common whore, although you look otherwise...you will wait, patiently." He ordered as you subserviently moved your hands up to his hips instead.
Allowing him to fuck your throat like a depraved animal, because lord knows he needs it...and he just looks oh so cute with his lip tugged between his teeth and lazily whimpering your name.
It wasn't much longer before he had you panting desperately as he came down your throat, pulling back slowly as it coated your lips between coughs.
"Good lord Paul, you have ridiculous stamina..." you commented, earning nothing more in reply than two strong hands lifting you, and throwing you upon the desk. Papers scattering beneath you.
"Paul what on earth are you-" He ripped a thick strip of your underskirt, shoving it into your mouth, scowling lightly. "You talk too much..." he chastised, making quick work of the rest of your skirts.
Eyes widening, he carefully pushed two fingers into your cunt. Already soaking wet at his previous ministrations. Carefully prodding, his own eyes as wide as yours.
Sure, he'd had sex before...but he'd never loved anyone he'd had sex with.
Oh shit he was in love
He looked up at you, slowly removing his fingers before disappearing into the crashing sea of cerulean and royal blue fabrics of your dress, slowly sitting yourself up...what on earth was he do-OH!
The feeling of soft kisses being placed along your slit, the warmth of his lips addictive as he stopped his kisses at your clit, taking it between his lips and suckling lazily while easing his fingers back in, slowly pumping them while working your bundle of nerves.
You gently squeezed his head between your plush thighs, your arousal soaking his hand and rolling onto his sleeves. Slowly pulling them back only to replace them with his tongue as you whined loudly. Immediately moving your gloved hand over his head through the fabric, holding his head in place.
Paul on the other hand, was eating like a man starved, sloppily sucking and lapping at your cunt, it running down his chin and pooling in a small puddle upon his desk as he laughed, sending vibrations through you. Earning a desperate moan from you, he only laughed harder.
And that was you undoing, crying out as you caught him like a vice between your thighs and came viciously hard. Panting as stars were the only thing you could see, vision clearing to reveal a both smug and wildly amused Paul.
"You talk too much, and moan not nearly enough..."
He roughly yanked you towards him once he was stood, grunting lightly as he carefully positioned himself and pushed in.
The both of you moaned in sync, the feeling of his cock sinking into you was heavenly. It was apparent he felt the same, by the twitching felt inside you. Neither of you were going to last long. with how well you'd been handling one another.
His hands took hold of your plush thighs, pressing your legs up beside your head, thrusts growing feverish and desperate as he panted and groaned loudly. The sounds of skin slapping, desperate moans, and panting for air, as Paul desperately rutted into your cunt.
Pulling the rag from your mouth, you tugged him to look at you.
"You are a bratty, brutish, villainous man...who has no use o his words...But you are also sweet, kind...a-and passionate! Y-You'll make a good husband!" You cried, pulling him down to kiss him.
That undid him, groaning into your mouth as hot ropes of cum filled you, earning a mewl from you as he let out a breathless chuckle.
"What a wonderful wife you'll be..."
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I miss ur writing especially paul
Ok much more and youâll make me cry. (I miss him too) if you have any saucy prompts. Pls drop them in my inbox so I can squeal and melt into a puddle and die of horniness
(spoilt puppy absolutely needs a smack - and maybe a kiss if heâs been good)
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From the first glance, you did not like Prince Paul of Russia. And, apparently, he didnât like you.Â
The first glimpse you got of him was at court, as you were being introduced. Your sole purpose in Russia was to be the princeâs wife and, while you resented your reasons for being in Russia, you had been treated well. Bathed and clothed in fine silk, there were worse fates for a girl. But there was something about the look of him that was offsetting to you.Â
For one, the powdered wig was a bit much. Along with the smeared triangle of rouge on his cheeks and the dab of it in the middle of his lips, it was a sight you werenât familiar with. Your family was well-off, but not nearly important enough for your brothers or father to dress that way. It was just⊠Wrong. It wasnât what you knew.Â
The way he stood and presented himself was another awful thing you spotted about him. He looked annoyed, almost as if he didnât want to be there and had other things that he could have been doing. One of his hands was situated in the pocket of his ornate green jacket, the blue sash stretched across his chest, and the other hand hung at his side, tapping his fingers impatiently. You spotted the decorative sword that hung on his hip, and you held in laughter. He was the prince; of course he would have his weapon, even if it likely was fake.Â
Altogether, there was something off-putting about Prince Paul, and you didnât like it.Â
You had to like him, though, or at least pretend to. He was the only reason you were brought from Germanyâ he was your husband. You had been married with the hope of giving him a child, and, even though the carriage ride from your home to Moscow had been long and tedious, you had hoped that at least Paul would be kind and that would make up for everything else.Â
There werenât many accounts of the Russian prince, even fewer that painted him in a good light, but you had decided that you were going to make the decision for yourself whether Paul was a good man or not. And, so far, the way he was looking at you, with disdain and almost hatred in his owlish brown eyes, was not indicative of someone who would enjoy your company.Â
You didnât get to have a proper conversation with him until after dinner. Even though you sat next to him and tried to engage him, he would never answer you, only curling up his lip and ignoring you. You knew better than to confront him in front of everyone, so you had to wait until after dinner, when you were alone with him.Â
Thankfully, your apartments in the palace were directly next to each other, and you opened the shared doors to see Paul. He was sitting at his desk, already dressed for bed, only the hints of rouge left on his lips as he read something by the light of the candles.Â
âCan I speak to you?â you started, and Paul turned to you, like he hadnât heard you open the heavy wooden doors. He certainly knew you were there the whole time and only brought his attention to you when you demanded it; like an asshole.Â
âAbout what?â Paul asked. âThere is nothing to discuss.â
âI think there is something,â you told him. âAre we not to discuss the marriage? Our expectations, our needsâŠ?â
âMust we?â Paul said, and you frowned. âFine. I only ask that you never make that face again.â He turned fully to you then, setting down his paper, and he gestured to you. âOut with it, then.âÂ
You tilted your head as you watched him, and you crossed your arms over your chest. âYou could lose your foul attitude,â you started. âYou act like you do not want to be married.â
âI donât, but go on,â Paul interjected, and you huffed.Â
âWhy not?â you asked. âWhy donât you wish to be married?âÂ
âIâd rather not discuss it with you,â Paul said, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âWeâll never thrive if we keep on like this,â you told him, and Paul knitted his eyebrows in annoyance. âNot that our marriage has to be strictly successful, but I would prefer it if my husband didnât despise even the sight of me.âÂ
âYou shouldnât have accepted my proposal, then,â Paul told you flippantly, and anger suddenly burned in your chest.Â
âYou act as if I had a choice,â you sneered. âI was not asked if I wanted to be married, I was suddenly told a week ago that I was already married to you.â
âAs is your role,â Paul insisted. He stood from his chair in all of his self-righteous glory, and he strode across the room to you until he was right on top of you. You took a step back, but he only followed you.Â
Something about being in his space was almost intoxicating, and you felt dizzy with his presence. Maybe it was the anger radiating hot off of his chest, or maybe it was his own princely aura, but something affected you greatly the closer that Paul got.
 âYour role requires you to marry and bear children, preferably boys, and youâve already succeeded at one of those things,â Paul spat at you. âYou donât get a choice in this.âÂ
You sighed heavily, and shame radiated in your stomach when you realized that you had been staring at Paulâs mouth and his rouge-stained lips. âYou still have lipstick on your mouth,â you told him; maybe if you played it as smug, he wouldnât notice the way you trembled under his gaze.
âDid you hear anything I just said?â Paul asked. âYou donât get a choice, neither do I, and neither does any of the other fucking people in this palace.âÂ
That stopped you dead in your smug tracks, and your face softened. âYou didnât have a choice?â you asked. âIs that why you resent me so?âÂ
âYes,â Paul started, but then squeezed his eyes shut. âI donât resent you, exactly, but I resent what you stand for. My first marriage...â Paul finally sighed, and he slunked over to his desk once more. âIâd rather not speak of it now, actually.â
âOh,â you said softly. âI wasnât told of your first marriage.â
âAnd I didnât think that you had been,â Paul replied. âBut now you know. So, no, I do not want to be married, I do not like youâ if you returned to Germany tomorrow, that would please meâ and I did not have a choice in this matter at all. The only choice I got was who I married, and even that was decided definitely by my mother.â
âWhat do you mean?â you asked.Â
âI mean, I was shown your portrait,â Paul sighed, turning to you once more. âI thought you looked lovely, so I said you, but my mother had the final say. If she had said no, then I would have had to pick a different girl.âÂ
âIt was decided for you,â you said slowly, and Paul nodded. âNeither of us quite know what autonomy is, do we?â
Finally, a smile cracked across Paulâs face, and he chuckled bitterly. âNo, I suppose we donât,â he said. âNow, leave me, I have things I need to do.âÂ
âLike what?â you asked curiously, and Paul sighed heavily. It seemed your moment of levity was over, and that tepid, boiling anger returned.Â
âNothing that concerns you,â Paul told you, shuffling his papers around. From your vantage point, you could spot anotherâs handwriting on the paper, much more feminine than anything that you were sure Paul was capable of, and your breath caught in your throat.Â
âWhat are those?â you asked.Â
âNothing for you to worry about,â Paul replied, and he shuffled them around once more to hide them from your view.Â
âPaul, please,â you said. You moved closer to him, further into the room, and you watched Paul gather up the papers and shove them into a drawer of the desk. âAre they business?â
âI said not to worry about it,â Paul said, and you could tell that he was seething. His chest rose and fell rapidly with angry breaths, and his cheeks were red; this time, though, it wasnât the rouge.Â
âPaulââ
âYou donât know when to stop, do you?â Paul asked, his bitter laughter returning. âYou donât need to know, so you wonât. Leave my apartments, go to your own, and forget you ever saw them, do I make myself clear?âÂ
âYou canât command me,â you said. Your own anger was starting to boil over, but there was an odd extra feeling, the heat from your angry belly slothing down between your legs. You couldnât possibly find Paulâs anger arousing. He was your enemy, your sworn husband and biggest foe, he was not arousing. And yet, the way his eyes were dark, a different sort of darkness than before, made the feeling pool in your cunt.
âWould you like to bet?â Paul spat. He was right up on you again, his anger radiating in waves off of him, and the ugly feeling in your chest only got worse. âYou infuriate me, woman, how are we to be married for even long enough for you to give me a son?âÂ
âFuck me,â you told him. âGo ahead, do it, get it over with. I know thatâs the real reason you chose me; you saw my portrait and thought I would look nice on my back. Isnât that right?â
âDonât you dare presume why I chose you,â Paul said. âI told you, I thought you were beautiful; who knew you had a serpentâs tongue?â
âBeautiful?â you echoed. âOr fuckable?â
Within an instant, Paul was on you. For a moment, you expected him to hurt you, for his anger to have come to a high point and for his emotions to make him do something to harm you, but that wasnât the case. Paul pounced on you, his hands grabbing your face, but he kissed you. He didn't even kiss you at the wedding ceremony. His mouth was searing hot, his kiss heavy and hungry, and you couldnât help but kiss him back. You fisted at his shirt and drew him close, and you groaned as he opened his mouth against yours, his tongue snaking past your lips.Â
You had been kissed before, but never like this. Paulâs hands fell from your face and touched every bit of your body that he could find, your hips and shoulders and neck, and his hand finally found purchase around your throat. You gasped, his fingers digging into the flesh on the sides of your throat, and your heartbeat became loud in your ears. He wasnât choking you; no, he was cutting off blood supply. As suspect as the action was, it made that hotness pool even heavier between your legs, and you felt dampness touch you.Â
âIâll make this quick,â Paul told you, his lips lingering mere centimeters from yours.Â
âMake what quick?â you asked breathlessly, and Paul used his free hand to grab at your nightgown, all bare underneath. Quickly, your brain caught up with him, and you gasped. âOh!â
âYouâre so worried about being fuckable,â Paul said, and he pushed you to his bed. It was soft under your touch as he shoved you down onto your back, and you gasped as his kisses attacked your neck. âIâll put that worry out of your mind, darling.â The nickname sounded venomous coming from Paulâs flushed mouth, but you dragged him but his curls back down into a searing kiss.Â
His hand fell from your throat in favor of tugging your nightgown up and off, and he chuckled lowly at the sight of your bare body. âWhat a thing to see,â he said, and his hand fell down to your waist and lower, and you writhed as his fingers swiped at your leaking slit. âOh, and already so wet. You love fighting with me, donât you? Do you find it a pleasure when we fight?â
âPaul,â you whimpered, and your back arched as he sank a finger into your wet heat. You had never had somebody inside you and the feeling was beautiful, exactly what you needed, and you felt your anger melt away as he worked his finger inside you.Â
âBe a good wife,â Paul said, his hand skating up our thigh to open your legs wider. You felt small under his hungry and lustful gaze, but something about it was reassuring. He would take care of you, you were sure of it. âTake me inside you. Just like this, darling, yes.â
You grabbed at the silken sheets and furs on the bed to try to ground yourself, keep yourself from floating into the stars with the glorious feeling he was giving you, and your mouth fell open when you felt his second finger prod at you. He pressed his second finger in without much resistance, and you whimpered at the foreign stretch. As odd as it felt though, it made the fire burn hot in your belly, and your thighs quivered.Â
âJesus,â Paul laughed. His wide eyes were exploring your bare body, and he quickly leaned down to you and pressed a kiss to your chest. âI was told you were a virgin, but you react so beautifully, I canât help but know itâs true. What would you do if I did⊠This?â He cocked his fingers inside you, pressing up towards your belly, and you cried out as a bolt of lightning stuck your belly and cunt.Â
âFuck!â you cried, and Paul smiled wickedly down at you. âPaul, oh my Godââ
âI know, pet, I know,â Paul whispered, shushing you and your whining. âIt feels so good, doesnât it?â
âMore,â you choked out, and Paul, again without warning, withdrew his fingers from you. You felt almost sick at the emptiness that invaded your body, but, before you could even complain, Paul was undoing the buttons on his pants.Â
âIâll give you more,â Paul told you. âDonât worry, darling, more is coming.â
Your skin thrummed with excitement and arousal, and you slid yourself further up the bed carefully. Paul smiled at you, his eyes wide and blown-out, and he climbed up onto the bed to chase after you. His pants halfway unbuttoned, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed, and you giggled at his playfulness.Â
âOpen your legs,â Paul told you. One of his hands stayed on your wrist, but the other went down to his pants, finishing up with the buttons. You did as he instructed, parting your legs open wide for him, and he sighed at the sight of your weeping cunt. âSo wet. My little wife is so wet for me, arenât you?âÂ
âYes,â you gasped. If it were anybody else, you would hate being spoken to that way, but something about Paul in that moment permitted him to speak to you in any way he pleased. âOh, Paul, pleaseââ
Paul shushed you gently, and he abandoned his pants, now fully open and allowing you a peak of the coarse hair inside, in order to grab your thighs. He pulled your legs up, pressing your knees close to your ears, and his arms settled in the crook of your legs, holding you there and open for him. âGood girl,â he whispered, and you winced at the pull on your tendons and muscles.Â
All pain was forgotten, though, when Paul pulled out his cock. You had never seen a manâs cock before, and your husbandâs was beautiful, thick and cut, flushed dark red with arousal. He didnât say anything as he touched the burning head of his cock to your open hole, and his eyes connected with yours for a moment.âIt might hurt,â he whispered.Â
âI can take it,â you told him.Â
Paul nodded, and your chest flushed warm at his words. He was concerned about you. As angry as he had started, he had softened his demeanor for you. âTell me if itâs too much,â he told you, and he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your mouth. It wasnât like the angry kisses from earlier, it was softer, no tongue and no hot breath. Maybe he did care after all.Â
Finally, Paul pushed himself into you, sliding in easily with your slick arousal, and the stretch and burn made you whimper in pain. Paul shushed you, putting another soft kiss on your lips, and he whispered, âGive it a moment, itâll feel better soon.âÂ
âPaul,â you whined, and your hands went up to grasp his short curls. Your breaths came rapidly as he sank further into you, and you moaned softly at the exquisite feeling of him so deep inside you. It was something truly beautiful, and you pulled at his hair.
That didnât seem to deter him at all, in fact, it seemed to spur him on. âGood, good,â he whispered. âTaking me so well⊠I was right, darling; you do look beautiful on your back.âÂ
âYouââ you started, mildly annoyed that he was now confirming a theory that angered you so, but his but his hands grasped at your hips and he slowly began to properly fuck you. His thrusts were shallow at first, getting you used to the feeling, and every press inside you made you moan. âPaul, fuck.â
âYouâre so fucking tight,â Paul hissed. âGod, you feel like heaven.â
âFuck me,â you whispered, pulling him into a frenzied kiss. âPlease, husband, pleaseââ
âI am, pet,â Paul told you, and he snapped his hips quickly into you, filling you with him in a single moment. You threw your head back, moaning, and Paulâs tongue came out to touch his teeth. âYou wanted it, youâll get it.âÂ
He quickly gained a rhythm, fucking you hard enough for whole body to shift with each thrust. His hands came to rest by your head, gripping the fur blanket, and he bared his teeth as he fucked you fast.Â
You could feel every inch of him inside you, burying deep in your body, and you whimpered and cried as his pace became relentless. He was chasing his own orgasm, you knew it, and you wondered if he would even care for you. That didnât seem likely, but you were too distracted to properly ask him.Â
However, it seemed as if he could read your mind, because his hand came from your hip and settled above your cunt, and his thumb expertly touched a nerve on you. The feeling of it made your back arch as much as possible in your position, and you cried out his name. âPaul!â you mewled, and he grinned wickedly. âOh my God, whatââ
âYou really know nothing about sex, do you?â Paul asked. âOh, my sweet little whore, your head is so empty. Soâs your cunt, but I can fix that.â
His finger played with your sensitive nerve as he fucked you, drawing you closer and closer still to your release. You knew little about sex, he was right, but you knew enough to be sure that he was going to make you cum quickly. âPaul,â you whimpered out, and you grabbed at the bedsheets as his thrusts became quicker than before, hitting home inside you and making lightning strike your whole body. âIâm close,â you told him, and the prince nodded.Â
âI can feel it,â Paul told you, and your face burned. âYour cunt is getting tighter than before⊠Didnât know that was possible.â He huffed out his breaths, his cheeks red with exertion, but his eyes were blown wide, and he looked truly beautiful.Â
âYou look good like this,â you told him, your hands lifting to tangle in his hair. âM-Maybe I look good on my back, and you look good above me.âÂ
âArenât we a pair?â Paul chuckled. âFuck, are you going to let me breed you? Youâre going to give me my son?â You nodded, and Paul gave you that same wicked smile from before. âGood,â he whispered. âYouâre mine.âHe shoved himself deep inside you, so deep that you could feel it in your throat, and you moaned at him. You couldnât tell whether you were moaning in pain or pleasure, but it all felt the same. âRight, darling? Youâre mine, nobody elseâs.â
âIâm yours,â you assured him, and Paul made a noise, almost like a growl of sorts, right into your neck.Â
âFuck,â Paul whispered. He rutted deep into you, drawing those pained moans from you once more, and his hands came up to grab your ankles. Your legs were still wide open to fit him, and he held onto your ankles as he fucked you, long and hard. âYouâre mine, youâre mine⊠Nobody elseâs, just mine⊠All mineâŠâÂ
Before you knew it, the lightning bolts in your belly became too much, and you grabbed at Paulâs messy hair as you bit your lip hard, hard enough to taste blood. âP-PaulâŠâ you managed to mumble, and one more fuck into you had you unraveling. Your heartbeat was wild in your chest as heat flooded your whole body, starting in your curled toes until it reached your head. Your moans turned into sobs as he continued to fuck you through your release, the new wetness adding lewd volume to his fucks.Â
âGood girl,â Paul whispered once your cries died down, and your hips lifted and shook as he fucked you harder still. âYouâre going to take my cum, youâll give me a son⊠FuckâŠâ He seemed like he was talking more to himself than to you, reassuring himself that you would do all of those things, just as you promised, and you tugged him by his hair down to you. You kissed him softly, both of your mouths slick with spit, but you didnât accept his tongue when he tried.Â
âIâll give you everything you want,â you whispered. âEverything. I promise.â
Paulâs moan was wrecked and broken as he came, fucking his release deep inside you, and you held him tight as his fucking slowed down to a stop. He was panting, as were you, and you giggled just a bit as you wiped at sweat that hung on his forehead. He carefully pulled himself from you, hissing a bit with the assured oversensitivity of his cock, and he rolled off of you to lay on his back on the bed. Your hands shook as you helped undress him, and he smiled softly at you, exhausted, as his own hands aided you in your efforts.
Paulâs chest was slick with sweat as you settled your head over his heart, and you listened to his steady heartbeat. He sighed heavily, but you knew that it wasnât a sigh of exhaustion. He had something he needed to say.Â
âI apologize for getting angry with you before,â Paul said softly, his finger lightly grazing over your bare back. âI only⊠My first marriage is not an easy topic for me.âÂ
âTell me,â you whispered. âWhat happened to make you so bitter, my love?âÂ
âMy first wife,â he began softly. âShe was⊠Everything. She was beautiful, she was kind⊠You remind me of her. But she was always very close with my close friend, Andrei. I never thought anything of it, but apparently everybody else did, because they all saw something I didnât. Natalia became pregnant, and I was⊠Happy. So happy. I was so ready to be a father, but itâŠâ He paused, his back teeth clenching with restraint. âIt wasnât meant to be. He was born, but Natalia did not survive the encounter, and neither did⊠Neither did my son. And, as I am mourning, not two weeks, my mother tells me to read Nataliaâs letters, and that I would find evidence of her having an affair with Andrei. My mother even said that my child was Andreiâs. But I know he was mine. I feel it in my chest that the boy was mine.âÂ
Your heart sank into your stomach as you listened, and you pressed a gentle kiss to Paulâs chest, just over his racing heart. Suddenly, everything made sense. The anger, the possessiveness; he was hurt. âAnd those documents you were reading,â you began softly. âAt your deskâŠâÂ
Paul shook his head. âNataliaâs letters, proving my mother right,â he said. âI wish that I were kinder to you earlier. But I was angry from reading, and you were defying me, and I⊠I shouldnât have reacted the way I did.â
âI understand,â you told him. âItâs alrightââ
âNo, it isnât,â Paul said. âThe way I spoke to you, no man should speak to his wife that way. I apologize for it. I will do better. I have to.âÂ
âYou will,â you reassured him. âYou will do much better, and our son will be born with you at my side.â
Paul nodded, and he buried a kiss in your sweaty and messy hair. âStay with me tonight?â he whispered.Â
âI would love nothing more.âÂ
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King Hal x fem reader.
A/N: In which the king isnât happy with how his wife, the queen is treated.
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You were chosen to be queen. Hal himself wanted you. But, in some ways, a lot of ways actually, you felt you werenât meant to be a queen. You were very quiet and innocent, to scared to correct someone or stand up for yourself.
Now, Hal was always there to stand up for you, he was really very protective of you. He threatened men that mocked you, and declared to the people of England that you were his wife, and that they must accept that.
On this particular day, you were sat on a bench in a secluded area of the gardens, hiding from everyone, crying. Earlier that day there had been an incident, leading you to hide away from your husband and those he would send to look for you.
You had been on a stroll, earlier that day. You often went on strolls when Hal would have meetings. On this particular morning, you bumped into a man that served Paul. He was a sort of advisor and helped him stay in order. George, was his name.
You had never really warmed to him, as he constantly made you uncomfortable. He would send you odd looks, when Hal wasnât looking, sometimes in places that no man but Hal should be looking.
âSorry Georgeâ You said looking at the ground.
âOh itâs fine your majesty, itâs my faultâ he said with a disgusting smirk.
âDo you know where Hal is?â Your sweet voice said, wanting to see your husband.
âHeâs busy right nowâ he told you.
You nodded turning to continue on your walk, when his voice continued.
âI could accompany you, you knowâ George said not even bothering to address you respectfully.
âOh, itâs fine, reallyâ you said going to turn.
âAre you sure, Iâd like toâ he said, clearly wanting you to agree to go with him.
âNo really, it would beâŠimproperâ you said, with a polite smile, trying to leave.
But, to your shock, he grabbed your upper arm roughly, tracing his finger over your body.
âFrom what Iâve heard, youâre quite the improper girlâ he whispered, his fingers sickly travelling all over you.
âW-What?â You said your voice trembling, pulling back slightly, but it didnât work.
âThe men talk, say that youâve been quite đđźđ±đłđ°đ±đŠđłâ he said with a menacing smile.
This was when you lost it, you stared to ball your eyes out, ripping yourself away from his hold, running off to hide in the gardens, crying as you did, thatâs where you found the little bench.
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At that same time, Paul was leaving his meeting room, going to see you in your chambers. This was a daily routine for him, he truly loved him.
But a scowl made its way on his face when you werenât there. âWhere is the queen?â He yelled at the servants in the room.
âWe, arenât sure, your majestyâ a man answered staring at the ground in fear.
âIs it not your job to take care of her when Iâm not?â He yelled rage dripping from his voice as he grew more worried.
âFind herâ he demanded with a cold voice.
They all scrambled, running in all directions to search for you, fearing for their lives if they didnât.
Around an hour later, there was still no sign of you, Hal was getting very impatient. So he went to look for you himself.
He knew your favourite places in the castle and he knew one of which was the gardens, so he made his way there. He had searched almost all the gardens, until her heard a soft crying.
Hal eventually found you on that bench, as soon as he saw you, he was đđąđ„.
âMy love? Whatâs wrong?â He asked as he sat on the bench too, placing you on his lap.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, continuing to cry loudly into his chest.
âAre you hurt?â He asked with a concerned look on his face.
You nodded your head no and hugged onto him tighter, as the tears fell down your face.
âLove, you have to tell me whatâs wrong, so I can fix itâ he said kissing your head.
âIt wasâŠg-georgeâ you cried.
âWhat about đđŠđ°đłđšđŠ?â He said, his face suddenly becoming cold.
âHe, he said I was an improper lady! And h-he was touching me Halâ you hiccuped.
Hals phase froze in anger and shock. George was in the room when Hal first threatened everyone about going near his wife. He made it very clear she was to be shown respect. George was one of his most trusted men. đđŠđđ đŻđ°đ” đąđŻđșđźđ°đłđŠ.
âIâll deal with him, this wonât happen againâ he said kissing your hand.
You eventually lifted your head from his chest, as he wiped your tears from your cheeks.
âC-Can we go for a walk?â Your gentle voice asked.
âOf course, anything for youâ Hal answered lifting her off his lap onto the ground, and taking her hand in his.
They walked the grounds talking about everything and anything, happy to be in each others company.
You hugged his side, yawning, suddenly becoming very tired.
âDo you want to retireâ he said, his arm around your waist.
You only nodded in response, and you both headed back to your chambers.
He ordered the maids to run a bath for you, before kissing you softly, telling you he had something to take care of, and heâd be back later.
Around one hour later, you lay in the bath, the bubbles covering your naked body, and your eyes closed, enjoying the heat.
The door swung open to reveal your husband once more, but this time with blood on his hands.
âHal?â Your little voice squeaked.
âItâs not my blood, I only took care of something that needed to be handledâ he said sitting beside you, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.
You nodded, your eyes heavy as you leaned into his touch. You yearned to be in bed.
Hal caught onto this, and ordered the maids to help you prepare for bed, and get into your nightdress.
âWhat did you do to him, George I meanâ you whispered, playing with your fingers.
Hal smiled before saying âI taught him a lessonâ and giving you a long kiss, and bidding you goodnight.
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I hope you all enjoyed, Iâve been wanting to write for Hal for some time now so finally I did!!
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Paul thinking she wasnât happy being married to him. Please đ©
our duty
pairing: prince paul (catherine the great) x fem!reader
word count: 5.2k
genre: angst, fluff, & smut
summary: your brief marriage to Prince Paul of Russia has consisted of minimal interactions between the both of you. you decide that confronting your husband was the only way to come to a conclusion of what your marriage would be.
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI. cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk.
a/n: this is my first time writing smut so PLEASE leave some feedback, it is very much appreciated.
You had spent the past month in preparation for your marriage to Prince Paul of Russia. It wasnât a marriage you had any say in, not that most women did. Your parents were happy enough to marry you off to a wealthy man, let alone a Prince. It guaranteed them financial stability and a high reigning status. In their opinion, it was a win-win for everyone involved. They no longer worried about their reputation, you fulfilled your duty as a woman, and Paul would eventually receive an heir.
Your interactions with Prince Paul were minuscule and brief, consisting of simple introductions and helloâs. You couldnât say whether you liked the man or simply tolerated him. Your opinions of him surrounded his seemingly tasteless personality. Paul was quiet, but not in a way that would conclude him as shy, noâŠit seemed as though he only interacted with those that he deemed âworthyâ, and you? Well you had no idea where you were placed on that list. Surely not high.
Even on your wedding night, you barely spoke after the ceremony. The longest conversation you had was when Paul decided that you two would be retiring for the night,Â
âI believe we both have had enough of these affairs today, we might as well retire for the night.â Paul spoke, his hands clasped behind his back as his eyes scanned the room, landing anywhere except your face.Â
You werenât surprised, he hadnât even made eye contact with you earlier that day as you both stood in front of the priest. He had caused many thoughtâs to rush through your brain while the priest's mumbling echoed through the columns of your ears, âWas I pretty enough? Did he like my dress? God, my makeup must be horridâ. All the while, Paul kept his eyes on your cheek.Â
You nodded at his request and gave a polite smile to the people around you, âYes, of course.â You responded and let him lead the way to your bed chambers.Â
It had been a whole week since the wedding, and the only words you exchanged were in passing. Paul spent most of his time in his office, working with finances or whatever it was a Prince did. You attended the introductions, meeting people of high standing. It was quite boring. At the end of the day you both would retire to your separate bed chambers, the only thing separating you was the large wooden door that connected both of your rooms.Â
You were now pacing the hardwood floors of your room, thinking of a way, any way, that you could get Paul to like you. It was clear he didnât, he couldnât, not with the amount of time he spent away from you. You slid your hands down the front of your dress, as though it was a fragile piece of linen.Â
It was an expensive gown, made of baby blue fabric that had a subtle shine to it. It was nicer than any other dress you ever had at home. Strands of your hair fell along your chest, detached from the bun you had diligently been forced to wear earlier that morning by your dressing maids.Â
You took a deep breath and took the few brief steps towards the door that connected yours and Paul's room. You lifted your hand, placing a rhythmic knock along the hard wood with your knuckles.Â
âYes?â You could hear spoken from inside, causing your mind to flood with all the possible annoyances you had already caused Paul. Was he annoyed by the mere sound of your knock? Would he be annoyed by the sound of your voice?
You cleared your throat before speaking, âCan I come in?â You asked through the door, feeling as though it was silly to be acting like this with your husband. You were having a conversation through a door. After not hearing an answer, you snatched the door knob in your palm and turned it, pulling the door wide open.Â
Paul was stood by the desk in his chambers, hands fiddling with multiple, seemingly important, papers. He was dressed as he would normally be in his boldly coloured suit, the decorative sword hanging from his hip. He lacked his obnoxious wig though, his soft brown curls on display.Â
Paul looked up almost immediately when you opened the door, raising a brow on his pale face, âIs there something I could be of assistance with?â He asked, clearly not feeling the need to have a casual conversation with you. It wasnât shocking.Â
You shook your head and clasped your hands just below your breasts as you took a few steps into his bed chambers, your heels clacking softly, âWe just havenât talked much, or at all, really.â You began, your voice a bit shaky with unsurety, âI wanted to confirm that I hadnât done anything wrong, to anger you. Itâs just- I find it strangeâŠâ
Paul placed a hand on his hip and held his papers loosely in one hand, staring at you. You were framed perfectly in the large doorway, causing him to hesitate before speaking, âYou find what strange?â He inquired, âI donât have time for silly games.âÂ
Your mouth gaped open for a moment, not entirely expecting the attitude that was radiating off of Paulâs figure, âI find it strange that we havenât spent time together,â You admitted, shaking your head a bit, âAnd I donât just mean having dinner together or drinking tea, you havenât evenâŠwe havenâtâŠâ You trailed off, hoping Paul would know what you were getting at.Â
He let out a low groan and threw his papers on his desk, both hands on his hips now, âUse your words, woman.â He demanded.
Your face grew red, the embarrassment of what you were going to say rushing through you as though it was in your blood, âWe havenât consummated our wedding.â You stated simply, picking at your fingernails anxiously, âWhy?â
Paul tilted his head to the side as he listened to you speak. This was the first time that you actually felt as though he was listening to you, looking at you, and of course it had to be the one time you mentioned sex, âSo thatâs what you want? To have sex?â He asked you. It almost sounded as though he was teasing you. Amused at your expense.
You shook your hand and breathed deep, causing your breasts to push against the neckline of your dress, âNo,â You challenged, shaking your head, âWhy did you marry me? Did you even want a wife? It feels as though you see me as nothing more than a stranger.âÂ
Paul took slow and steady steps towards you, but he kept a fair amount of distance, âDid I want a wife?â He asked, clarifying your question, âIt doesnât matter if I wanted a wife, does it? It is my duty to marry, and you are the one I married.â
You dropped your hands to your side, looking up at Paul's face, âI am nothing more than a duty?â You tested, letting the small amount of anger slip past your lips in a hiss, âThat is not how a marriage works, Paul. Not how it should work. My duty is to give you an heir, so why havenât you touched me? You havenât even held my hand!â
Paul watched you as though you were a toddler throwing a tantrum, a brow cocked in amusement, âYou are a fiery woman.â He stated simply, his eyes examining over your body swiftly, âOur marriage has no need to consist of those things, not until it is necessary.âÂ
You knitted your brows together, causing a crease to form between them, âUntil it is necessary?â You repeated, shaking your head softly, âWithout any care, you have subjected both of us to a life without love? Why wonât you try, Paul? Can you not see yourself loving me?â
Paul suddenly stepped closer to you, a gentle grasp making its way around your jaw. It wasnât aggressive, not like how you would have expected from Paul, it was calm and soft, âHave I said that I do not love you?â He asked, his brown eyes gazing into yours for what felt like the first time.Â
You shook your head and felt yourself shudder slightly under Paulâs touch, âYou havenât said that you doâŠâ You whispered, your breath cascading over Paul's hand that held your jaw, âYou do not act like you love me. You refused my gaze on our wedding night. You havenât had a conversation with me that has been anything more than formalities. You sleep in the room right next to mine though you have yet to come visit me. You expect me to believe that you love me?âÂ
âYou want that from me?â Paul inquired, moving his hand so he was cupping your cheek, âYou want me to tell you how intimidated I was by your beauty? How I was sure you must have had a love back home, someone you were longing to hold again? How every night I dreamt of the way you looked in that white dress?â
You felt confusion invade your features, spilling itself across your forehead, âYou dreamt of me?â You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You saw the pure expression of admiration on Paulâs face, the way his eyes wandered over your sparse freckles, occasionally splitting down to your collarbone.Â
âEverynight.â Paul repeated, nodding, âI believed you wouldnât want me to touch you, or to even look at you. You were so beautiful at our weddingâŠLike an angel.â Paul's demeanour had seemed to switch swiftly from that of teasing and mockery, to pure longing.Â
You reached up, letting your hand fit perfectly against Paul's jaw, your thumb stroking against his skin, âWhy didnât you just try?â You asked him, noticing the quick splash of fear in his eyes.Â
âA forced marriage isnât exactly a womanâs dream.â Paul joked, letting his hands mould onto the waist of your dress, bringing you closer to his body with a careful tug.
You couldnât help but smile at his stupidity. He believed you wouldnât want him? Had he seen himself? You tilted your head to the side, âAre you telling me that you do indeed love me?â You finally coaxed.Â
Paul leaned into the touch of your hand, âCompletely.â He whispered before leaning forward, securing your lips in a long awaited kiss. His lips were soft like silk as they moved against yours, his hands tightening themselves on your waist, âIâm sorry I left you waiting.â He apologized through kisses.Â
Your stomach fluttered as his sudden display of longing, the way his hands grabbed at you as if you were his life line, âYouâre here now.â You replied before slipping your hands to his jacket, pushing it down his shoulders so it hung at his elbows.Â
âEager.â Your husband spoke with a hint of playfulness, causing you to gently push his chest. Paul took off his jacket and let it hit the floor before slipping his hands to the back of your dress, his fingers playing out over the buttons that secured your bodice, âThey make these as difficult as possibleâŠâÂ
You looked up at Paul before turning around so your back was facing him. He lifted his hands to your neck, pushing away the stray strands of hair that had fallen from your bun. He leaned over you, placing a delicate kiss where your collarbone and shoulder meet. Paul worked his fingers down the row of buttons, swiftly getting them undone so he could push your bodice down.Â
You blushed at the circumstances, feeling as though this was too much work, it would have been easier in your nightgown, âI should have visited you later tonight.â You whispered softly as another gentle kiss landed on the back of your neck, causing you to let out a content sigh.Â
The cold air hit your chest, leaving goosebumps behind in its wake. You helped Paul push your bodice down your body, your skirt following. The material hit the wood floor, leaving you in your undergarment and heels.Â
âNo, now was the perfect time.â Paul responded, his breath moving across the back of your neck and along your shoulders. He placed his hands on your covered hips, the only thing separating his calloused hands from your soft skin being the thin material of cotton you wore. Paul pressed his chest to your back, pressing his lips to the spot just behind your ear, âYouâre so beautifulâŠâ
You turned in Paul's arms, looking up at him with those soft eyes he had fallen for the moment he saw you for the first time. You smiled sheepishly, âAll I wanted was to be in your arms. To have you hold me.â
Paul raised a brow and looked down your body curiously, âThatâs all?â He teased before taking your hand, leading you closer to his bed. He swiftly pushed your thighs against the edge of his mattress, causing you to fall back onto his bed, âI find it hard to believe that all you wanted was for me to hold you. You came in here raving about sex, surely that has to do with it as well, no?â
A tint of red quickly spread across your face as you rested on your elbows, allowing yourself to look at Paul from where he stood by your legs, âIâŠI was just confusedâŠâ You challenged nervously, shaking your head at the notion that what you wanted from him was sex. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted the longing gazes and the tantalizing touches. You wanted your fingers to be interlocked as you walked the halls of your home.Â
Paulâs hands gripped one of your ankles before pulling off the heel that had been torturing your feet all day. His hot breath ran along your calf before he placed a clean kiss to your ankle, âConfused? Or curious?â He asked for clarification, but his tone held an underlying tinge of taunting.Â
Your husband moved on to your other leg, taking off your painful shoe before placing a similar kiss to that ankle as well. He took his time to appreciate you, letting his undoubtedly hungry eyes scan your body similarly to the way he scanned boring documents. Paul snaked kisses along your calves, appreciating the silkiness of your skin.
Your eyes gazed at him, taking in his appearance. He looked like a painted portrait, the kind you would see in an age-old palace. The sun shining in from the windows illuminated his skin with a warm glow, his brown hair was effortlessly unstyled, and his bottom lip was pulled gently between his teeth as he focused his chocolatey brown eyes on your body.Â
âPaul,â You started, your voice breathy and unsure, âI find itâŠunfair, that you are completely dressed.â You sucked in a deep breath, almost as though what you said was wrong, not something you were supposed to say. It was incredibly normalised for women to talk about how little they enjoyed their husbands touching them, how they simply let them get off as soon as possible, how they laid in the bed and let their husbands have their way, but you wanted to like it, love it even.Â
Your husband didnât attempt to hide the smirk that formed on his face at your discovery, âWell yes, youâre quite right.â He stated before gently letting your legs drop to the bed, his hands now sliding up the length of his torso. He started at his vest, unbuttoning it with delicate yet efficient fingers, throwing it to the floor once he was done. He was left in his cream undershirt and incredibly obnoxious green pants. Paul's hands slid under the hem of his pants though, pulling out his shirt so it was untucked.Â
You craved him, the feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. You were aware of the intricacies of sex, not that you had ever experienced it, but spending your time as a rebellious young socialite had allowed you to hear some things along the way.Â
You lifted yourself so you were sitting and moved closer to Paul, now kneeling on the mattress. Your hands lifted to the collar of his undershirt, playing with the frayed strings and loose stitching, âDo you want this?â You then inquired, letting your unsurety get the best of you, clouding your thoughts with unnecessary questions, âDo you want, or desire, to have sex with me?â
Paulâs eyes gaze down at you as though you were insane, his brows knitted across his forehead in a confused expression, âDo I want to? Darling, Iâve dreamt of this.â He admitted, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face.Â
You instinctively leaned into his touch, looking at him through your lashes, âThen make your dream come to lifeâŠâ You whispered, barely loud enough for either of you to hear, but Paul did, he heard you.Â
And with that, he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate and hungry kiss, his other hand coming around your body, holding you close to him. The kiss alighted butterflies in your stomach, swirling angrily yet excitedly. Paulâs tongue along your bottom lip only made the feeling heavier, initiating a soft sigh to escape past your lips. Your tongues moved in sync, happily fighting as you tasted each other for the first time.Â
Paul lifted your chemise, slowly pushing it up the length of your body, exposing your skin to the temperature of the room. You let him lift it over your head and immediately tucked your bottom lip between your teeth while he leaned back, taking you in.Â
His eyes gazed at every inch of you, the whole of your body exposed to his longing eyes. He settled his hands on your hips, his rough fingers squeezing softly at your supple skin, âEven more beautiful than I had imaginedâŠâ He revealed, causing your heart to race.Â
You moved your hands to Paulâs pants, unbuttoning them swiftly, âTake them off.â You commanded, earning a cheeky smile from your husband. He did as you said and took off his pants, sliding them down his legs before stepping out. His undershirt conveniently covered his groin, stopping at his mid thigh. Â
Paul wrapped his arms around you and laid you on the bed, making sure to softly set your head on a pillow. He attached his lips to the column of your throat, leaving sloppy and wet splotches wherever he went. Paul neared your ear, his hot breath causing your body to shiver, âI like when youâre bossy.â He whispered, his words throaty.Â
You moaned out as he nipped at your ear lobe, shifting his hips in between your legs. You could feel his growing erection as it pressed against your cunt, the wetness of your arousal spreading onto the length of it, âPaulâŠâ You shuddered, his lips attacking your collarbone.Â
He just hummed and moved his lips down your body, coming to your breasts. Paul sucked on the base of your breast before slowly taking your nipple into his mouth. He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes while continuing to assault your breast with his tongue.Â
You moved a hand to his hair while your other rested on his shoulder, your fingertips digging into his skin, âAh, fuckâŠâ You moaned out, your eyes fluttering closed as your back arched. Paul swirled his tongue around your nipple, lightly nipping at it occasionally, eliciting gasps from your throat.Â
âOpen your eyes my love, look at me.â Paul urged, reaching the hand that wasnât playing with your other breast, setting it on your jaw. He swiped his thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it past your parted lips, âSuck.â
You immediately did as he said, wrapping your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue along the tip of it while he tended to your other breast. Your moaning was muffled into hums as you watched Paul, his cheeks caving slightly while his lips secured themselves around your nipple.Â
Paul placed a kiss in the middle of your chest and placed both of his hands under your knees, pushing your thighs closer to your torso as his plump lips moved closer to your clit.Â
You gasped softly as the realization hit you, the realization of what Paul was going to do, âYou donât have toâŠâ Your shaky voice offered. You knew men didnât attend to their wives needs, just got on with what they wanted and finished quickly. Surely Paul was the same.Â
Paul looked into your eyes from where his lips were connected just under your belly button, âHave to?â He asked, cocking an eyebrow before moving lower, his lips just above your clit, âNo baby, I want to.â And with that, he placed a small kiss to your clit, a gasp immediately passing your lips.Â
You tangled your fingers into his brown curls, âYes, yesâŠâ You moaned as Paul flicked his tongue out, lapping at your clit hungrily. He was acting as though you were his life source, as though if he didnât please you as much as he could, he would surely turn to dust.Â
Paul sucked on your clit before moving his mouth down, pushing his tongue in between the folds of your pussy, happily cleaning up any of the arousal that was lingering at your entrance. He left one hand on your thigh while the other moved to your pubic bone. Paul flicked his thumb against your clit, causing you to arch your back.Â
âYou are so pretty,â Paul started, his breath running over the sensitive skin between your legs, âI love hearing you moan.âÂ
You smiled lazily at his words and connected your eyes with his, âYouâre so good.â You praised, earning a smirk from your husband.Â
Paul played with your clit slowly before lowering his hand, pressing the tip of his middle finger to your entrance, âI can be better. I wanna hear you moan my name.â His middle finger pushed all of the way into you, his index and ring finger pressed against the lips of your cunt.Â
You gasped and threw your head back at the unfamiliar feeling. You had never had anything inside of you, and you had never expected it to feel this good. You looked back down at Paul and moaned at the grin he had on his face, watching you revel in the way he could make you feel, âPaul, please.â You moaned.Â
Paul slowly pulled his finger out so only the tip of it was inside you, âPlease what?â He asked, the power of making you feel good getting to his head, âYou have to tell me what you want me to do.â His request made you whine, feeling embarrassed at the thought of saying what it was you truly wanted.Â
âI want you. I want you to make me feel good, please.â You begged, your voice going up an octave to Paulâs delight. He slowly pushed his finger back into your sopping cunt, feeling the way you welcomed him and pulled him in. Paul began his torment, pushing his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, âFaster.â
Paul kept his pace, refusing your request all while pushing in his ring finger. You arched your back and gasped, your breath shuddering at the feeling, âAsk properly. Use your manners.âÂ
Paulâs attitude made you even more aroused. The way he demanded things from you while he pleased you in a way no other man could. You could just tell, he fucking loved the way he was making you feel, âPlease go faster.â You finally breathed out, your breath turning to a moan as Paul quickened his pace.Â
A knot started to build in your stomach at the pace of his fingers, the way he curled them inside of you, the way he pressed gentle kisses to your clit. Paul flattened his tongue against your clit, causing you to pull his head closer if that was even possible. His fingers sped up on their own, his lips wrapped around your clit as they sucked harshly.Â
âCome on my love,â Paul spoke softly, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers. He could tell you were close, just by the way you moved your hips against his hand and whispered his name, âCum for me.â
You did just as he asked and moaned out loudly while your body shuddered, cumming all over his fingers, âYes, Paul!â You called out, tugging at his chocolate curls. You panted, your legs shaking as Paul pulled his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth, âFuck.â
Paul smirked and watched your reaction to his actions, slowly crawling up your body until his face was hovering over yours, âSuch a filthy mouth.â He teased before leaning down, securing your lips in a short but sweet kiss, âYou want me?â Paul asked and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head, throwing the fabric to the floor.Â
His body was finally revealed to you, his toned chest and abdomen, the trail of brown hair that led to his erect cock. It was huge, definitely bigger than you had expected. You hadnât ever seen a man's dick, so you didnât know what to expect, but thisâŠthis was something else.
As if sensing your concern at his size, Paul placed a hand on the side of your face, making you look at him, âWe will go slow.â He assured, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of doubt, anything that told him you no longer wanted him, âTell me to stop and I will.âÂ
You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him in for a kiss, your brows furrowing at the pure admiration you felt, âI want you,â You told him, your tone full of surety, âDonât you want me toâŠwellâŠâ You trailed off as your face grew hot, turning beet red.Â
Paul looked down at you with a confused expression before understanding what you were saying. He smirked at the embarrassment evident on your face, finding it cute, âDo I want you to blow me?â He asked, his assumption being confirmed as you shyly nodded, âNo, no. Today is about you.â
You gazed at the man hovering over you, feeling love filling your chest. He just wanted to make you feel good. He didnât care about receiving anything. You felt as though Paul was truly the most perfect man, fighting all of the judgements you had made about him. He wanted you to be happy, that was the exact reason he had avoided you all along. He never believed he could be the reason for your happiness.Â
You kissed him swiftly and cupped his face in your hands, attempting to pour all of the love you felt for him into that one kiss. Paul kissed you back, one hand holding himself up while the other settled on a comfortable spot on your waist.Â
âShow me.â You breathed, shifting slightly underneath Paul, making sure that you were comfortable.Â
You felt Paulâs confused look on you, âShow you what?â
You smiled and ran your thumbs along his cheeks lovingly, âShow me you love me.â You requested, moving your legs so they were wrapped around Paulâs waist.Â
Paulâs expression turned to that of blissful happiness before pressing a kiss to your lips. He reached between the two of you, swiping his thumb along your clit. His mind became cloudy with lust as you moaned into his mouth.Â
You looked down as you felt Paul push the head of his cock against your entrance, âTell me if you need me to stop.â He spoke from above you before swiftly sliding the head of his erection into you.Â
You gasped at the feeling, the way your walls immediately tightened around him, leaving you with a burning feeling as he slid deeper into you. You were about to tell him to stop, to give you a moment, until you heard the groan that came from Paulâs throat. It awakened this need inside you, the need to hear it again.Â
You slipped your hands around his waist, pulling him closer to you, âPlease,â You whispered, turning your gaze up to him, âI want to feel all of you.âÂ
Paul obliged and pushed himself into you, as far as he could go until his balls were pressed against your ass. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, âYou feel so goddamn good,â He shuddered, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck.Â
He gave you a moment to get used to his size as you let out shaky breaths. The pain of him soon turned to pleasure and you pushed at his chest, âIâm okay, please,â You nodded, gulping as you looked down where you two were joined together, âLove me, Paul.â
Paul readjusted how he was sitting. He knelt on his knees and placed his hands on your hips, beginning to slowly move back and forth, taking his time with you. He let out a shaky moan as he sped up a bit, âGod, you are so good.â He whispered, looking at your face as he thrusted into you.Â
You moaned, reaching out so you could take one of the hands he had on your hips. You interlocked your fingers while your other hand gripped the sheets on his bed, âPaul,â You felt another climax building already, so quickly after your last orgasm.
Your husband started to pound into you, the sound of your bodies connecting echoed throughout the room. He lifted your interlocked hand to the space next to your face, holding your hands there as he gripped your hip with his other hand. The tips of his fingers dug into the skin on your hip, just causing you to moan even louder than you had been before.
Paul threw his head back as his pace sped up, âYouâre so beautiful,â He started, his words coming out as a moan, âYou feel so good around my cock. Perfect.âÂ
His words made your body flush and your back arch, your belly knotting once again, âIâm gonna cum, PaulâŠâ You whispered out, embarrassed at how easily he made you feel good.Â
âYeah? Youâre gonna cum from my cock?â He asked, moving his eyes to where you connected, a growl escaping his throat, âYou look so pretty when you cum.âÂ
Paulâs words caused you to gasp, gripping his hand tighter as your legs shook, the orgasm taking over your body. Your husband just continued to pound into you, groans filling the air around you. His own orgasm was building quickly, his hips moving inconsistently while thrusting into you.Â
âFuck, yes,â Paul moaned as he pushed all of his length into you, releasing his cum inside of you. White streams flowing inside of you. He leaned down and placed a slow kiss to your lips, both of you breathing heavily, âYou were so good, my love.âÂ
Paul soon pulled out of you and rolled onto his back next to you, lifting an arm to rest behind his head. He turned his gaze to you, taking in your appearance. How strands of your hair stuck to your neck, how your body gleamed with a thin sheet of sweat, how your hands rested on your stomach.Â
âCome here,â Paul suggested before slipping his arm around your torso, pulling you to him. You intertwined your legs, his cock pressed softly against your thigh while your arm wrapped around his waist, your head resting on his chest, âSleep my love, weâll have an early breakfast tomorrow. Go for a walk around the garden.â
You looked up at him, a content smile spreading across your lips, âTogether?â
Paul nodded, placing a kiss on your forehead, âTogether.â
#prince paul x reader#prince paul x you#prince paul x f!reader#prince paul angst#prince paul fluff#prince paul smut#prince paul fanfic#prince paul#prince paul catherine the great
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fandoms i write for part 3
part 1 and 2 here
Harry potter (golden era and marauders era)
any character except peter pettigrew
(i write remus lupin as a professor and a student, either or)
Avatar WOTW
Lo'ak
Neteyam
Ao"nung
kiri
ronal
tonowari
neytiri
jake sully
Top gun /maverick
Capt. Pete "Maverick" Mitchell
WSO Lt. Nick "Goose" Bradshaw
Adm. Tom "Iceman" Kazansky
Lt. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Lt. Natasha "Phoenix" Trace
Lt. Robert "Bob" Floyd
Lt. Reuben "Payback" Fitch
Lt. Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia
Lt. Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Lt. Javy "Coyote" Machado
DUNE
paul atreides
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen
ANY CELEBRITY
CHRONICLES OF NARNIA
peter pevensie
edmund pevensie
lucy pevensie
susan pevensie
prince caspian
The Bikeriders
Benny cross
johnny davis
Cal
Cockroach
Wahoo
corky
Danny
Cal
BLOOD OF ZEUS
literally anyone like everyone is so hotttttttt
i cant even remember all the stuff i like cause im slow like that so if you have a character in mind and you dont see them on the list just ask and you shall recieve
#harry potter x reader#draco malfoy x reader#neteyam x reader#ao'nung x reader#loak x reader#rooster x reader#hangman x reader#bob floyd x reader#paul atreides x reader#feyd x reader#peter pevensie smut#peter pevensie x reader#edmund pevensie x reader#prince caspian x reader#benny cross x reader#johnny davis x reader#cal x reader#blood of zeus#greek mythology#heron blood of zeus#heron x reader
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By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Part 5
Summary: Prince Paul is married.
Notes/Warning: I read and I imagined the weddingâŠand celebrations that would commence. I also added a dash of what Iâd like to imagine. Please do not take it for at all historically accurate. I used Almond Blossoms for fertility, Red Lilies for Passion & Love, Peonies for Marriage. Dated concepts of marriage.
You can still imagine the dynamic between Paul and reader. I just thought it would be cute that now without shoes and/or boots, that she is a lot shorter
18+ only please. Consensual. P in V sex. Paul takes readerâs virginity. I make reference to how he may eventually be more dommy & his temper.
Once againâŠty so much for reading. â€ïžs and reblogs are very appreciated. Along with any comments/feedback! Enjoy!
His fingers grazed your gloved ones. His breath caught in his throat at this brief moment that transpired. Your pinkies entwined. Your eyes met, exhaled and your fingers separated.
âMay safety and health be on your side as you travel home.â
You turned, your lips gave him the gentlest of smiles. âYour words bring warmth to my heart. They will help in travels.â
*******
The air was crisp, leaves chased each other like the letters the two of you sent each other.
âŠ.with this being our final letter my beloved.
I look forward to the day, when I am able to finally lift your vail on our wedding day.
May these final days fly on the wings of a hawk.
With relish, he put his quill back into the inkwell. A smile played on his lips as he sealed with wax and had it sent off.
The next few days did indeed fly by. The last stitches were made in his wedding coat. The buttons were polished. His boots were as well.
Soon opulent banquets, balls were held. The festivities were held. All of it was terribly exciting, yet he yearned for the day; you would finally be man and wife.
******
As he laid against the bath, his heart thudded hard in his chest. His excitement consumed him. The warm stones pulled a sigh from him as he allowed himself to relax. The eucalyptus filled the air, clearing his mind. A small smiled played on his lips. He would be fresh and clean for you, his wife. He looked forward to this new chapter in his life.
******
He combed down his unruly short curls, while eyeing his reflection. Everything, looked sharp. This would be a good look for a portrait. He will have to call on the artist and have him do a portrait of you and him in the grand hall.
******
Murmurs filled the air. They grew louder when he turned and saw you approach with your mother and father. Relatives, dignitaries and various members of the court filled the room. Though, you stood truly apart from all of it. You were so beautiful.
Soon the priest led the two of you. Your hands were bound and the crowns were placed, the ceremonial prayers were spoken. His promise you from the depths of his heart were finally said aloud. Hearing your promise and words of loved filled him with joy.
Lifting your veil, his heart beat even faster as his eyes met yours. He would never tire of looking into them. Gently, he lifted your chin and inhaling he placed a kiss on your lips.
******
The rest of the night was a blur of food and vodka. You both had twirled about the room. He had relished the feel of having his arm finally wrapped around your middle. Your warmth and softness felt so good against him. You giggled and shared smiles the entire night. He was also grateful that your ladies in waiting, finally appeared to be enjoying themselves.
*******
In the blur of the vodka and all the food, voices of excitement bounced off the walls of the estate. During, which he was grateful that during the festivities he had been able to loose his bothersome wig. He hated pinning it to his short curls. It was a touch of formality that irked him.
His friends and servants formed their own little group as did your friends and servants and together they bounced the two of you around. Smiles, twinkles in the eyes and laughter joined and became one between you and him.
As the candles melted to half strength, half their height, he found himself along with you and all your companions being moved to his private chambers. He gad been warned this would happened. He hoped you had been too. The pain was still fresh when he saw how violated you had felt after the physician had seen you. He would never want you to experience that ever again. He didnât know exactly when the time came, but it was time to head to his chambers.
He drew close to you, in the fuzziness of his vodka and food, he whispered you what he had been told was expected. He brushed aside a wisp of your hair.
âLove, we climb in and pull the blankets up to our waists. That should be more then enough.â
Your eyes shone and your cheeks, was dusted in a darker hue of red. He knew some was from the merriment. But it was also from the words he spoke.
âYa.â Your German snuck out for the briefest of moments as you said yes. But then soon glancing away before glancing back him you nodded. âYes, that shall be fine. Our life is on the cusp of several new traditions.â
He nodded. Inwardly he sighed. You spoke of what both of you knew as your future together. âMaybe if you allow I shall give you a kiss and then they all with hope in my heart finally leave and give us time finally for just the two of us. If that is alright with you?â
âYes, that would be wonderfully pleasant.â
*******
He let his entourage of companions move him. Your hands finally parted and soon you met each otherâs eyes over the expanse of the large bed. His and your personal servants pulled aside the blankets. He took a breath, his life would never be the same after this. He would be a husband, one day a father and soon king of his great nation. Russia is and always will be above all else.
Sitting down, his servant stopped him and removed his boots. As he felt the bed give as you sat down on the other side of the bed, he glanced at you over his shoulder. His heart thudded harder.
Soon, both of you sat back he noticed they had undid the laces on your shoes as well. You both sat with your backs against the headboard. He reached out and took your glover hand. A sigh came from him as he felt you interlace your fingers.
Looking at you, he was about to speak when his door whispered open. Young women, he recognized from court and the like carried baskets filled with flowers. Then a silence fell over the room like a candleâs light being snuffed out as his mother walked in.
âMay your marriage bed be blessed. May these flowers bless my son, Paul and his wife.â
Soon he watched as the young women with a gentle air scattered the petals of peonies, red lilies and almond blossoms that he had all seen being grown in the various gardens. Some were new transplants in the gardens. They had prickled his interest but figured it had been something his mother fancied and didnât bother asking. Now it all made sense.
The petals fell here and there. Some fell on him, on you. Though neither of you moved to shrug them off. Though it certainly added an more colorful array in the room.
Once the girls were finished scattering the flowers, his mother clapped her hands the sharp sound, like thunder brought all eyes to her once again.
âNow, be loving and fruitful. May you consummate your wedding, your union.â
With a swish of her dress, she left and soon did the others. It was his private servant who he had for as long as he could remember give the final bow and closed the door.
His heart was beating harder then when he was crowned prince. He never had to worry about another. Now he did. Not letting go of your hand, he turned towards you; he saw how the flower petals had definitely fell upon you.
As your eyes met a soft laugh came from you. You brought a hand up to try and stifle it. Its sound and the twinkle in your eyes made his stop racing and it skipped.
Reaching, gently he pulled your hand away. âDonât I like the sound of your laugh.â His voice after all the merriment and cheers was just above a whisper.
You flushed. âAs you wish, my dear husband.â
He felt a tremble course through you as he still held your hand. He pressed his lips together.
âBeloved.â
He stopped. The word blossomed in his mouth but felt very good. Glancing, he saw the familiar pink dusting your cheek he had grown to enjoy seeing. He continued.
âIf you wish to call me that you shall but you can call me Paul as well.â
You smile and nod. âI will enjoy hearing you call me beloved.â Your smile grew. âI shall see what comes from my heart.â
âI shall look forward to seeing how your heart speaks to me.â
He found himself moving closer to you. Some of the petals, fell in front of his eyes. He gave you a half smile, raising his eyebrows.
âAm I covered?â
You nod and you finally move closer.
It wasnât long before you both were gently removing petals from here and there. Sharing a look, you both smiled as you realized how the petals had truly been rained down on the two of you.
As he looked at you, more then ever before did he want to kiss you. During the ceremony, it had not been enough.
âBeloved, would permit me to kiss you ?â
âPlease.â
Gently, he cupping your soft cheek he easily caressed it with his thumb. âYou are so beautiful.â He murmured and brought his lips to yours.
Soon he felt as your body was pressed against his. It felt so right, far better then anything he could have imagined.
With not a thought he reached up and winced. One of your hair pins pricked him. You parted, and she took your wounded hand.
âOh, I am so sorry. Those pins can be horrible things.â His heart skipped once more as you placed a soft kiss on his wounded finger. âShall I remove these dreadful things?â
He nodded. âYes, though I do enjoy you holding my hand so.â
âI shall not be long.â
Going to one of his small tables he watched you. It dawned on him you were shorter then he realized. Your shoes had given you some height. It made him chuckle when he did, you paused.
âYes, my dear husband ?â
Getting up then, he strode over. Seeing the difference then, he was amused.
âI never realized how much taller I was.â
âOh? Oh!â You glanced at the mirror. âYes, you are quite tall.â
âI am.â He was very amused.
Glancing down at your hair, he saw just how twisted and twined. It was lovely but now that he focused on it. He saw the complexity of it. âShall I risk being wounded again and help you?â
âOnly if you wish it? My lady in waiting showed me how to do and undo my hair.â
âHandy for when she is not around.â
You nodded. âYes.â
Soon bejeweled pins, silken ribbons were in a small pile. Your hair fell in soft waves down your back. It was a lovely as the rest of you.
Gently, having seen it in paintings and even read it in stories, he pulled you close. Soon your lips met once again. So soft. Distantly, he could taste the sweets you had enjoyed over the course of the celebrations.
******
Easily far easier then he had expected he shed his most of his clothes and found himself laying beside you. Clad, in only his undershirt and breeches he marveled at finally seeing the silhouette of your curves that were a shadow under your chemise.
His passions had been steadily growing, though he didnât want to cause you any distress. The afternoon, when the physician had inspected you in such a cold, reserved manner still caused a chill in him.
He eased himself up onto his elbow. âBeloved. It is not because of our duty or even tradition, though I do hold those very dear.â
He gently ran his fingers along your arm that rested on your side. âI wish I could have learned, grew along his side but I did not. However, I do wish you to know that ever since I saw you. My heart took flight.â
âOh, Paul it was the same for me.â By surprise you took his hand and your soft lips on his knuckles made little blossoms of pleasure bloom within in him.
âThen shall we became one tonight and forever?â He tilted his head and met your eyes.
âYes, till the end.â
He climbed and settled between your legs. With your help, he brought your chemise to your waist. Once you were free of your undergarment, you gently shook. He paused.
âBeloved ?â
You looked away.
âDonât look away from me. I am your husband.â
He bit the inside of his cheek. His voice came out harsher then he expected.
Your eyes were big as you looked back at him.
âI had not meant to sound so angry.â He grimaced. âI am just as nervous as you are. I donât want to hurt you.â
âI understand softly. I am just scared it will hurt.â You admitted.
âI wonât let happen or last. We are together forever, I us to have a union of love.â
The hatred and angst his mother had rained down on him was not what he wanted with you. He was already so fond of you
âThen, yes let us become one.â
He shook himself as he finally opened his breeches and released his arousal. His stomach knotted the more as his need for you grew.
Bracing himself on the bed beside you, he leaned in close. âPerhaps, if we share a a kiss, our union wonât bring as much pain.â He softly suggested, meeting your eyes.
The kiss had felt so good. It would surely lessen any effect of him filling you and making the two of you one.
âYes, lets try.â You whispered back.
Gently, he rubbed himself against you. Thoughts of coming undone right there was almost possibly. It was by far of the best things he had ever felt in his life. Distantly he became aware that you clung onto him made him feel so powerful.
It only made the sensation of him gently sliding into you better as he kissed you. Blinking, he looked at you as he felt you tremble; your breathes were hard and hot but they were followed by eager kisses he tried to desperately meet. Once he was enveloped by you he paused to gather his breath and make sure you were ok.
âBeloved.â Though he meant it to be a question it came out more of a statement for the pleasure that throbbed around his arousal.
âIâm good. It hurt but its much better now.â
He rested his forehead against yours gently. âAs you wish.â
He began to move then. Sounds came from you and him, they also became one. He felt as you tightened below him making him really see you once again through the haze of his pleasure. Your grip tightened before fluttered around his member, and soon he lost what little control he had managed to hold onto, and he soon called out a mixture of your name and the pet name that became so normal for him in such a short amount of time. He emptied himself inside of you. Gasping he melted against your softness. And soon with a strangled, pleasure filled breath he managed to then settle beside you for worry of crushing or hurting. He laid their panting. His curls and body soaked in sweat.
*******
Later, the candles having burned low. He found you nestled against him and soundly asleep. It was alien to him but you were so soft, and beautiful and he enjoyed the sight, it made his heart swell. He managed to pull up a blanket and cover the two of you before falling back into the velvety blackness of sleep.
@laura-naruto-fan1998 @amethyst-serenade
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Paul would 100% get Tsarevna pregnant again after she gives birth to 1st baby lol. Love your Paul stories. I literally read them everyday. Heâs so underrated. I love their relationship.
(Thankyouuuu) Oh you are right on the money there babes. Those two will absolutely NOT stop with the reproducing. Those two will be at it like bunnies. (With a healthy dose of Paul being genuinely terrified whenever she goes into labour) these two are so disgustingly in love itâs obscene.
#punkwrites#i would die for this man#joseph quinn#thank you đđđ#thank you babe#eddie my boy#thank you so much !!#and prince paul#prince paul x reader#prince paul x oc#prince paul x tsarevna#prince paul fanfiction
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Honorable mention to Regulus Black. đ
Happy birthday, Timothée Chalamet!
#timothee chalamet#timothée chalamet#dune#the king#little woman#bones and all#paul atreides#laurie laurence#prince hal#regulus black#lady bird#call me by your name#timothee icons#timothee chalamet x you#timothee chalamet x reader
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đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đą đ·đŠđłđș đŹđȘđŻđ„, đąđŻđ„ đŽđŠđŻđŽđȘđ”đȘđ·đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đ. đđđ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đąđłđŠ đŁđŠđąđ¶đ”đȘđ§đ¶đ đ§đŠđąđ”đ¶đłđŠđŽ, đȘđ” đąđđŽđ° đźđŠđąđŻđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđšđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đ©đ¶đłđ” đ·đŠđłđș đŠđąđŽđȘđđș. đđ©đȘđŽ đđŠđ„ đđąđ đ”đ° đŁđŠđ€đ°đźđŠ đ·đŠđłđș đ±đłđ°đ”đŠđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶. đđ° đ°đŻđŠ đ„đąđłđŠđ„ đšđ° đŻđŠđąđł đșđ°đ¶, đąđŻđ„ đȘđ§ đ”đ©đŠđș đ„đȘđ„, đźđąđș đđ°đ„ đ©đŠđđ± đ”đ©đŠđź.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đžđŠđđ đŹđŻđ°đžđŻ đ§đ°đł đșđ°đ¶đł đšđ°đ°đ„ đ€đąđ”đ©đ°đđȘđ€ đŁđŠđ©đąđ·đȘđ°đł. đđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠđŻđ” đžđȘđ”đ© đđąđ, đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đ¶đłđ€đ© đ±đłđąđșđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đđ°đ„, đąđŻđ„ đźđąđłđș đ°đ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ.
đđ” đžđąđŽ đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đžđąđŽ đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđȘđŻđ€đŠ. đđ” đžđąđŽ đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đŁđș đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đ©đŠ'đ„ đźđąđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđȘđ” đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đđąđ±, đđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đŠđđ đ©đȘđź đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ„đąđș. đđŠ'đ„ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ±đđąđș đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđȘđł, đ€đđąđȘđźđȘđŻđš đȘđ” đ„đȘđ„ đąđŻđŻđ°đș đ©đȘđź, đŁđ¶đ” đȘđŻ đłđŠđąđđȘđ”đș đ©đŠ'đ„ đđ°đ·đŠ đȘđ” đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đąđđžđąđșđŽ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đ§đ°đł đ©đȘđź, đžđ©đŠđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ§đąđ”đ©đŠđł đąđŻđ„ đŁđłđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ§đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđź. đđ°đŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”đđș đłđŠđźđȘđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ©đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đŁđŠ king. đ đ°đ¶ đ”đ°đđ„ đ©đȘđź đŻđ° đ”đȘđ”đđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đąđ„đ„ đ”đ° đ©đ°đž đžđ°đŻđ„đŠđłđ§đ¶đ đ©đŠ đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș đžđąđŽ đąđŻđșđžđąđș, đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶'đ„ đ±đđąđŻđ” đą đŽđ°đ§đ” đŹđȘđŽđŽ đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ±đąđđŠ đ€đ©đŠđŠđŹ.
đđłđ°đź đ”đȘđźđŠ đ”đ° đ”đȘđźđŠ, đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđ©đąđłđŠ đŹđȘđŽđŽđŠđŽ, đźđ°đłđŠ đ”đ©đąđŻ đȘđŻđŻđ°đ€đŠđŻđ” đ€đ©đŠđŠđŹ đŹđȘđŽđŽđŠđŽ. đđŽ đŽđ°đ°đŻ đąđŽ đȘđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻ, đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ§đŠđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻ đŁđ°đč. đđ° đźđąđ”đ”đŠđł đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ„đ°đŻđŠ, đŠđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đŹđȘđđđŠđ„ đ”đŠđŻ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ, đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđȘđŠđŽđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đąđđžđąđșđŽ đ”đŠđđ đșđ°đ¶ đđ°đ„ đ§đ°đłđšđȘđ·đŠđŽ đșđ°đ¶, đąđŽ đđąđ đ”đ©đłđŠđąđ”đŠđŻđŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đ§đłđ°đź đ”đȘđźđŠ đ”đ° đ”đȘđźđŠ.
đđąđ đłđŠđźđŠđźđŁđŠđłđŠđ„ đ°đŻđŠ đŠđ·đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ€đ°đźđŠ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đłđ°đ°đź, đą đ±đłđŠđ”đ”đș đžđ©đȘđ”đŠ đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đ„đłđŠđŽđŽ đ°đŻ, đŁđąđđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đ°đ¶đ”. đđŠ đ©đąđ„ đ¶đŽđ©đŠđłđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đđąđ± đąđŻđ„ đ”đŠđđ đ©đȘđź đžđ©đąđ” đ©đąđ„ đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđŠđ„. đđŻđ€đŠ đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đ§đȘđŻđąđđđș đšđ°đ”đ”đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đ€đąđđź đ„đ°đžđŻ đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ§đ°đł đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đŽđ±đŠđąđŹ, đșđ°đ¶ đŠđčđ±đđąđȘđŻđŠđ„ đžđ©đąđ” đ©đąđ„ đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđŠđ„.
đ đ°đ¶ đ”đ°đđ„ đ©đȘđź đ©đ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đšđ°đŻđŠ đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ§đŠđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻ, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ°đđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđȘđŠđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đđąđ đ©đąđ„ đŽđ©đąđłđŠđ„ đșđŠđ” đźđ»đŒđđ”đČđż đŹđȘđŽđŽ. đ đ°đ¶ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đŠđčđ±đđąđȘđŻđŠđ„ đ©đ°đž đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđȘđŠđŽđ” đšđąđ·đŠ đ°đ¶đ” đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶, đ”đŠđđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đŽđȘđŻđ§đ¶đ.
đ đ°đ¶ đ€đłđȘđŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ©đŠđŽđ” đ°đŻđ€đŠ đźđ°đłđŠ, đąđŁđŽđ°đđ¶đ”đŠđđș đ„đȘđŽđ”đłđąđ¶đšđ©đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđȘđŠđŽđ” đ”đ°đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đđ°đ„ đžđąđŽ đąđŻđšđłđș đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶.
đđąđ đ©đąđ„ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đŽđ¶đ€đ© đłđąđšđŠ, đŽđ¶đ€đ© đąđŻđšđŠđł. đđ°đž đ±đźđżđČ đ©đŠ đ”đąđđŹ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶ đđȘđŹđŠ đ”đ©đąđ”. đđąđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ° đ¶đ±đŽđŠđ”. đđŠ đ©đŠđđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đąđłđźđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ”, đŠđąđŽđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đžđ°đłđłđȘđŠđŽ. đđ” đšđ°đŠđŽ đ”đ° đŽđąđș đ©đŠ đźđąđ„đŠ đą đ”đłđȘđ± đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đ¶đłđ€đ© đ”đ©đŠ đŻđŠđčđ” đ„đąđș.
đđ©đŠđŻ đđąđ đ©đąđ„ đŽđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻđđș đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ°đđ„ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đ° đŁđŠđ€đ°đźđŠ đŹđȘđŻđš, đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đČđ¶đȘđ”đŠ đŽđ©đ°đ€đŹđŠđ„. đđ§đ”đŠđł đșđŠđąđłđŽ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ§đąđ”đ©đŠđł đźđ°đ€đŹđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź, đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đ° đ”đąđŹđŠ đ©đȘđŽ đ±đđąđ€đŠ.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đłđ°đŻđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ. đđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đ€đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đŻđ°đ” đŽđ° đźđ¶đ€đ© đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đŠđłđŠđźđ°đŻđș, đŁđ¶đ” đźđ°đłđŠ đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đŻđŠđž đ©đąđȘđłđ€đ¶đ”. đđąđșđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đŠđ„ đȘđ” đŽđ¶đȘđ”đŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đąđŻ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ”. đđŠ đđ°đ°đŹđŠđ„ đ”đźnđ±đđŒđșđČ.
đđŠ đŽđźđȘđłđŹđŠđ„ đžđ©đŠđŻ đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đŽđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đąđŻđšđŠđđȘđ€ đ§đąđ€đŠ đŽđźđȘđđȘđŻđš đąđ” đ©đȘđź. đđŠ đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đą đŻđŠđž đźđąđŻ. đđŠ đ§đŠđđ” đȘđźđźđŠđŻđŽđŠ đ±đ°đžđŠđł, đąđŽ đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ©đŠ đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠđ„, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đđŒđ.
đđ©đąđ” đŠđ·đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đąđ§đ”đŠđł đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đŁđŠđ€đ°đźđŠ đŹđȘđŻđš, đ©đŠ đŽđąđ” đȘđŻ đą đłđ°đ°đź đžđȘđ”đ© đźđąđŻđș đąđ„đ·đȘđŽđŠđłđŽ.
đđŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđđȘđšđ©đ”đđș đ°đđ„đŠđł đźđŠđŻ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ°đđ„ đ©đȘđź đ©đŠ đźđ¶đŽđ” đ€đ©đ°đ°đŽđŠ đą đžđȘđ§đŠ, đŻđ°đž tđ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ€đłđ°đžđŻđŠđ„ đŹđȘđŻđš.
"đ±đłđŠđ§đŠđłđąđŁđđș đą đ©đȘđšđ© đ€đđąđŽđŽ đ€đąđ”đ©đ°đđȘđ€" đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ°đđ„ đ©đȘđź.
đđąđ đŽđźđȘđłđŹđŠđ„ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđŻđŽ đžđ°đłđ„đŽ, đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđłđȘđŻđš "đȘ đŹđŻđ°đž đžđ©đ° đźđș đžđȘđ§đŠ đŽđ©đąđđ đŁđŠ" đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đšđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đąđŻđ„ đđŠđąđ·đȘđŻđš.
đđ©đąđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đšđ°đŻđŠ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đłđ°đ°đź, đ”đŠđđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đžđȘđŽđ©đŠđ„ đ”đ° đźđąđłđłđș đșđ°đ¶. đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ sđ©đ°đ€đŹđŠđ„, đșđŠđ” đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđ”đŠđđș đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đ°đŻ.
"đ-đđ¶đ” đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŻđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đžđȘđ§đŠ đŁđŠ đą đ±đłđȘđŻđ€đŠđŽđŽ" đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ°đđ„ đ©đȘđź.
"đȘ đąđź đŠđŻđšđđąđŻđ„, đȘ đŽđ©đąđđ đźđąđłđłđș đžđ©đ°đźđŠđ·đŠđł đȘ đ€đ©đ°đ°đŽđŠ" đ©đŠ đłđŠđ±đđȘđŠđ„, đ±đđąđ€đȘđŻđš đą đŹđȘđŽđŽ đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đ°đ¶đ”đș đđȘđ±đŽ.
đđ©đŠ đžđŠđ„đ„đȘđŻđš đžđąđŽ đŁđŠđąđ¶đ”đȘđ§đ¶đ, đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđźđȘđđȘđŠđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ, đąđŽ đžđŠđđ đąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đłđ„đŽ đąđŻđ„ đđąđ„đȘđŠđŽ. đ đ°đ¶đł đšđ°đžđŻ đžđąđŽ đ§đąđŁđ¶đđ°đ¶đŽ, đžđȘđ”đ© đą đđ°đŻđš đžđ©đȘđ”đŠ đ·đŠđȘđ đ€đ°đ·đŠđłđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ”đ¶đŻđŻđȘđŻđš đ§đąđ€đŠ.
đ°đŻđ€đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đźđŠđąđđŽ đ©đąđ„ đ§đȘđŻđȘđŽđ©đŠđ„, đđąđ đ©đąđ„ đžđ©đȘđŽđŹđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđžđąđș. đ đ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đąđŽđŹđŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đžđ° đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ„đ°. đđŠ đ”đ°đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ”đžđ° đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đźđ¶đŽđ” đ€đ°đŻđŽđ¶đźđźđąđ”đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđłđłđąđȘđšđŠ, đ”đ©đąđ” đđ°đ„ đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đžđąđŻđ” đȘđ”.
đđąđšđŠđłđđș đžđąđŻđ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ±đđŠđąđŽđŠ đ©đȘđź, đșđ°đ¶ đąđšđłđŠđŠđ„. đđ©đąđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đđąđ đ©đąđ„ đ”đąđŹđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đ¶đłđȘđ”đș, đąđŽ đžđŠđđ đąđŽ đ±đđąđ€đȘđŻđš đąđŻ đ©đŠđȘđł đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ ïżœïżœđ°đ¶đł đ”đ¶đźđźđș. đđŠ đ©đąđ„ đ”đąđ¶đšđ©đ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đŽđŠđč đąđŻđ„ đźđąđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đłđș đ©đȘđŽ đŻđąđźđŠ đ°đ¶đ” đ§đ°đł đąđđ đ°đ§ đđŻđšđđąđŻđ„ đ”đ° đ©đŠđąđł đȘđ”.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŻđ°đž đ©đȘđŽ đšđ°đ°đ„, đ€đąđ”đ©đ°đđȘđ€ đžđȘđ§đŠ.
#henry v x reader#prince hal x reader#the king netflix#timothee chalamet x reader#prince hal#timothée chalamet#king hal#timmy chalamet#paul atreides#dune part two
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buhhh jd you had me THINKING with that prince paul drabble. would love to see more of him being stern with reader, like, maybe she makes a little joke at his expense in front catherine (which catherine thinks is so funny) while they're at dinner and just has to set her straight. something about a warning looks or words and knowing what's coming later is -- truly doing something for me.
ugh yes I relate I want him to wreck me
warnings: smut (18+ only), oral m receiving, choking, dom/sub dynamics, degradation
"You found that amusing, did you?" Paul growled in your ear, tightening his grip on your arms until you whimpered slightly. "Need I remind you how insubordination is dealt with in this regime?"
You had to hide your small smile from him, worried that if he knew you'd wanted him to punish you for your comment all along, that he might not.
You'd been waiting for it since you said it-- since he gave you that icy stare, hiding it with a half-smile as he pretended to take the joke well. But just the way he'd met your gaze from across the table, his fist clenching around his salad fork for a second, made your thighs clench together in anticipation. You wanted that hand tightening around your throat, those smirking lips against your ear as he warned you that he didn't have the patience to be gentle.
And, for the most part, it worked-- you were in his bedchambers now, bracing for your punishment. The only thing was, just when you expected him to bend you over his bed, he turned you around and pushed you onto your knees.
You looked up at him expectantly as he worked to get his trousers out of the way-- why did fancy royal clothes have to be so complicated?-- and pull out his cock for you. It wasn't fully hard yet, but considering it was in your mouth a second later, it didn't take too long before he was erect and throbbing against your lips; Paul moaned, tangling his fingers into your hair as he guided your movements. "I like this mouth better when it's pleasing me, instead of insulting me," Paul cooed at you as he pet your swollen bottom lip with his thumb. "This is what these pretty lips ought to be doing-- getting stretched out around your prince's cock, yes?"
You hummed and nodded in agreement, though you whined when he yanked your head back by your hair, gripping his cock tightly as he stared down at you.
"I'd like to hear you say it," he demanded.
"M-my lips should be pleasing you, my liege, serving your cock-- not insulting you," you promised.
"And this throat," he continued, making you swallow nervously as he ran his fingers over your neck. "You always come the hardest when I choke you with my hands, but there are other ways. Why don't you show me how good of a whore you can be, and choke for me?"
Choke you did; he only gave you breaks when you absolutely needed them, smirking down at you when you gasped and spluttered, and then got right back to fucking your throat recklessly. You tolerated the discomfort because, for one, it turned you on for some unknowable reason, being used like this; and two, the way he loudly moaned and bit his lip as he slid his cock deeper in your mouth was simply too addictive to stop.
Only when his come was spilling from your abused lips did he seem satisfied, sweetly asking you if you'd learned your lesson as he watched you try to swallow down all the seed he'd given you. First, you thanked him for his come-- something you never forgot to do after that one punishment that left you limping for a week-- and then you agreed that, yes, you'd learned your lesson not to embarrass him especially in front of his mother.
"All right," he nodded, "now get on the bed."
You raised your eyebrows. "My prince, but--"
"That was just to teach you your place, whore," he explained with a frown. "Now I'll have my real fun with you."
#prince paul x reader#paul tsarevich x reader#prince paul smut#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn smut
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- I can ( also ) write about modern!joel/javi/Oberyn
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#pedro pascal#narcos fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfiction#the last of us#oberyn martell#oberyn x reader#prince oberyn#joel miller#joel tlou#javier peña#paul mescal x reader#paul mescal#paul mescal x y/n
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By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Part 7
Summary: Horrors are faced.
Notes/Warnings: Wolves fighting. Wolf bite, Knife to the shoulder, no mention of blood.
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At least these strolls through the forest, he didnât have to put on any airs or be nice. Sometimes, being forced to be pleasant since he was the crown prince was bothersome. A foul mood consumed him being out here. The weather was abysmal. The food was equally bad. At least his tent was relatively dry and only his personal assistant had free access to it. These solider didnât like him and he didnât care much for them either. They all adored his mother.
Rubbing, his face with his gloved hands melted some of the ice that filled his blood out here. It certainly grew cold here but with the mud, lack of some of the comforts he enjoyed made it all the worse.
Sighing, he sat down on the large rock he has been sitting on and off for the last week and a half. He had even penned one of his letters to you sitting on it. In the last weeks time the creek had gone from a inky, swirling darkness as it cut through the forest to now, solid with ice.
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Sitting by one of the large windows in your chambers, you looked out. You longed to feel Paulâs solid warmth. Even when days got hard, you could nestle close to his side and his arm would wrap around you.
You smiled up at Olga, as she brought in the cart with your food.
âThank you.â You said softly. âI just couldnât deal with the glances from Catherineâs courtiers. They all hope I slip on some ice or to catch Paulâs eye.â You mumbled chewing on your bottom lip.
âNone of them matter, remember you are our princess. One day you will rule over them.â
You nodded. âYes.â
The fruits and the game were wonderfully accented. You were pleased with the wine and the tea, that took some of the chill the loneliness that had fallen over you.
Getting up you sighed and stretched, reaching to the beautiful images that had been painted from one side to the other. They were from dreams. Lifting your day dress, you laid down on the bed. Perhaps you could read some before you would venture downstairs.
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He tried to imagine you and what you could possibly be up to. He had hoped you would by now, found his note by your brush, or maybe the one he nestled among your hair ribbons. He had taken a moment and left you a few notes.
Feeling like that the cold hand finally slinked in and settled under his clothes, he knew it was time to head back to his tent. He couldnât afford getting sick, especially this far away from his own private physician and his bed. He had only met the medic in passing and he was already soused from whatever he was drinking, so dealing with him was the last thing he wanted to do.
His breath misted, as he glanced skyward to the full moon. A few clouds, drifted by it but soon passed by. The forest was illuminated by its silvery glow. Oh, how he wished to walk arm in arm with you in the gardens with the moon like this. Heâd be able to see your beauty and have a wonderful walk. Perhaps, he have an elicit kiss with you among the shrubs. That would be very nice.
A loud snarl sliced through the silence. His heart managed to still and thud harder then he ever felt it beat in the span of him taking a breath.
He slowly looked in its direction. A large black wolf was perched on a rock across the frozen river. He swallowed, he slipped bis hand under his cloak; his gloved hand touched the handle of his knife. But what good would that do. That wolf will rip his throat out before he can remove it from his sheath.
He slowly closed his eyes and imagined you.
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You woke with a start. Your heart was racing. Sitting up you clutched at your dress that covered your heart. You heard sounds that were animalistic and terrifying. You trembled where you sat.
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Another snarl filled his ears, it drowned out the pounding in his ears. He opened his eyes. Just as he did, a lighter colored wolf leapt at the black one. It landed and they rolled among the snow and rocks. It gave him a chance to stand, and he took out his knife. He began to back up.
Teeth were bared, swipes were made snapping of jaws and they continued to roll and fight. He continued to back up. He glanced behind him. Just a little further and he could perhaps make a run for it.
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You grabbed Paulâs pillow. Holding it close, you sighed. Inhaling deeply, you could smell him. The oils he preferred in his hair and even hints of the cologne he wore as well. Your heart-ached.
âOh, Paul. I wish you were here.â You cried, tears had filled your eyes.
The nightmare had shaken you.
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When a sharp howl came from the black wolf, he should have moved. He somehow felt rooted. He couldnât stop watching. He had never seen such a thing.
The black managed to roll away from the gray one but Paul noticed it shook as it stood on its paws. The gray one snapped its jaws, the black one barely moved away.
Finally finding his ability to move, he finally stepped back once again. His entire body tensed as his boot nudged something, he struggled to move and a branch snapped under his boot. He immediately looked over towards the wolves. The gray one turned to look at him. He stilled.
Easily, the gray once once again leapt and landed on his side of the frozen river. He swallowed.
âWere you protecting me?â He managed to croak out.
Hearing his voice sounded odd to him.
The wolf immediately let out a low woof but then kind of kelt down in front of him like one of own hounds would do to him. He drew close to it.
âAre you one of those good wolves?â
With no thought, he knelt down. The snow crunching under him. Easily, he put his knife away then he pulled off his gloves. With a smile, he reached out to him.
The wolf closed the distance and a scream was ripped from this throat. As the wolfâs mouth closed around his hand. Without even realizing, he found himself over the wolf and his knife in shoulder of the wolf.
But it wasnât a wolf or was it. He leapt back.
It could and continued to tremble. A man, and older man shook and trembled as
âI knew you could do it.â
It, he coughed again and trembled. As he looked up at him, in the light of the moon he could tell that the manâs eyes were as stormy as a rough sea.
âThank you. Thank you. You broke my curse, now it shall give you strength and love eternal.â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â Paul reached for his knife.
âNo leave it. It is my time. I can no longer live without her.â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â
âThe gift is yours. Treasure it, donât squander it.â
The man coughed, a harsh sound came from him and then he stilled.
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