#ross poldark smut

[acatnamedpusheen]

Dinner & Diatribes (Gabriel Rossetti smut)

Dante Gabriel Rossetti x fem!reader Words: 3.3K (I got carried away) Genre: Smut (18+) with some angst (half of it is literal filth) Warnings: fingering, handjob, oral fem!recieving, edging, unprotected sex (don't do that kids) Summary: The infamous painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti realises he's falling in love with Lord Whitewood's wife, when he's invited to paint her portrait. Lucky for him you're on the same page and things take a heated turn when your husband unexpectedly leaves London and you find yourself unable to stay away from the devilishly handsome painter. (I made Gabriel a lot less of a jerk and the title is one of Hozier's songs that I recently discovered and thought was perfect for this fic.) - A/N: Sorry this is going to be a bit long because I have many things to say. First and foremost, sorry for the super random tags, but I'm trying to reach the Aidan girlies out there and I'm sure nobody goes on the Desperate Romantics tags. Moving on I want to say that this is the first time in 3,5 years that I've been able to write anything and it was so liberating, because I feel like I lost a great way of expressing myself all this time. Nevertheless, please be kind to me, english is not my first laguage, this took a great amount of self pressure to actually be finished over a course of about 2 weeks and it might just be nothing but cringe (don't come at me pls). Now on to the fun part. So, apparently I'm currently hyperfixating HARD on Aidan Turner after watching Rivals and my long hair kink is just making things worse. When I tell you I could literally do anything for him. Writing the smutty part of this fic at some point had me feeling like I was in some sort of high. I mean just look.at.these.eyes dear Lord. Ok enough with the yapping omg, it's getting too tmi.

You didn't even realise how you ended up at his front door in the middle of the night. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself, in hopes of avoiding or simply delaying feeling the shame of being an awful wife to your husband, Lord Whitewood.

You knew you'd find him there, at the old greenhouse he called home, under the gentle warm light of the candles, working on either some new sketch, or your portrait. And after catching a glimpse of him actually immersed in the latter, you felt your heart flutter. He turned away from his painting abruptly when he heard the door open and for a moment he believed he hallucinated you standing in front of him, because of the endless hours he'd been working on your portrait. But the way you stood there, your chest heaving, your frame slightly trembling from how nervous you were and your eyes glinting that all too familiar spark, he knew you were really there in the flesh. And it felt just like the first time he'd ever seen you, that day at your husband's house.

Lord Dorian Whitewood, a great fan of the arts, had shown interest in the works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti and after paying him a couple of visits to his studio to buy a few paintings, he invited him to his house to request a portrait of his beloved wife. Little did he know, that this would be the very start of a great forbidden love.

Rossetti was known to have a weakness for women. He would never hesitate having his way with any of his models at any time he'd please and could swear he'd never settle for just one woman. Until the moment he saw you sitting in that room waiting for him to start your portrait. He felt something he'd never felt before, but couldn't really explain it. This surely wasn't because of how majestically the light from the window ever so gently illuminated your face or your thick hair that fell freely on your shoulders. No, there was definitely something utterly unique about your aura.

"Lady Whitewood" he paused as he rose from his seat "What brings you here at this hour?" his eyes betrayed hopes that this wasn't really what he thought it was. Of course he couldn't be more pleased with the idea of finally getting to have you, evern for a single night, but he knew this could all possibly lead to a big scandal that would harm his already bad reputation. He never thought his flirting, which always came so naturally, so involuntarily, would actually have such effect on you so as to come running to him in the middle of the night alone.

Did he really worry so much about a potential scandal, though, or was it all just a cover for the fear that he might have actually fallen in love and you'll forever remain out of his reach?

"Dorian is out of town. He left for Oxford this morning, his brother has fallen ill. I might have to travel soon too, but for the time being, he insisted I stay here in London." He stood silent, looking at you straight in the eyes, waiting for your next words.

"I haven't been able to get the thought of you out of my mind, Gabriel." you admitted hesitant to move, while your gaze fell to the floor. Gabriel took a few steps forward instead, until he was right before you, lifting your chin up with one hand, locking eyes with you yet again. Just as he'd done that day at your husband's house while he was trying to figure out which pose would be better for his painting.

"You look absolutely stunning, do you know that?" he said walking back to his canvas after finishing with his adjustements on you. "I'd be lying if I said I'm completely oblivious to this fact." you replied teasingly, without looking at him, maintaining your pose. You were a confident woman after all, never afraid to show it when you had to.

"Does your husband know that?" his voice sounded lower than before making you feel things forbidden for a married woman. Gabriel's question took you so much by surprise that you turned to face him, only to realise he was doing the exact same thing. His eyes fixed on you, his gaze hungry, full of lust. Gabriel was a confident man too, never stopping himself from getting what he desired, never afraid to show it blatantly and straight away.

"Are you trying to tell me something Mr. Rossetti?"

"I'm just making sure that a beautiful woman like you is appreciated in the way she deserves, Lady Whitewood." You turned away, resuming your pose, trying to ignore how his smirk was igniting the heat deep within your core.

You liked your husband Dorian, he was a kind man who treated you well, took care of you. At this very moment, however, you were beginning to question whether you actually, genuinely loved him. He was a dear friend to you and your family, 10 years older than you. The marriage was of course arranged but you'd known Dorian for a long time, you trusted him. Was it ever something more than that, though? You never had such thoughts because, to your bitter realisation, you'd never actually fallen in love with someone. Up until now, that this devilishly handsome painter, who also seemed to be much closer to your age, stood opposite you almost every day, for far too many hours than your sanity would have preferred.

"Would you consider sitting for me for other paintings as well?" his voice interrupted your thoughts after a while of silence. You laughed bitterly."You clearly know this is no occupation for a lady. My husband would never allow it."

"Do you want to, though?" he insisted, not once breaking away from his canvas.

"Mr. Rossetti, are you asking me to go against the morals of our society for what I, a mere woman, want?" you kept looking straight ahead, trying hard not to glance at him.

"Would that be so bad?"

You scoffed at the audacity of his question before answering "Perhaps it really wouldn't, if we were living under any other circumstances."

"And what would the ideal circumstances be?" he continued, acting completely oblivious. "Are we playing some sort of game here, Mr. Rossetti?" you broke your pose again to bring him within your field of vision. "You and I both know what I'm talking about."

"Please call me Gabriel and no, I don't quite understand why someone can't have a bit of fun from time to time" he had left his work and strode his way to where you were sitting. His eyes bore into yours, a subtle smirk danced on his lips.

"Because as I've mentioned, I'm a woman that also happens to be married. And I respect and love my husband." the words sounded so foreign to you as you spoke. You were using every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from rising from your seat and falling in the arms of Gabriel, who was now slowly walking to your side, then your back, trying to carefully pick his next sentence.

An ever so light flinch was inevitable when he placed both his hands on your shoulders. You'd be heavily lying if you didn't admit you wanted them on every other inch of your body as well. He could feel his effect on you. If only you could feel yours on him. He wanted nothing more than to turn you around and crash his lips to yours hard. Instead, he contained himself, and whispered his reply close to your ear: "I don't really believe we'd still be having this conversation if that last part was true."

A knock on the door, brought you both back to reality and Gabriel moved away from you just as the maid came in with some tea. For a split second you believed it was Dorian, having somehow heard everything, coming in to catch you red handed. "If you do change your mind, however, you know where to find me." he gave you a quick wink, referring to his initial request earning him a stern look from you as the maid had yet to leave the room.

"Tell me you never truly wanted me to come. Tell me I shouldn't be here, I should be home, I should stay loyal to my husband." you pleaded, his pained expression was already telling you he didn't want you to leave.

"I could never lie to you, my dear." his lips now inches away from yours, god knew how he had been holding himself all this time. It was different with you. It always had been. He never felt the animalistic urge he felt when he was with a prostitute. No, he felt the need to treat you like fine porcelain, he could never break you. And so he contained himself, only for you to take him by surprise when you crashed your lips to his. His hands instinctively cupped your face as yours found purchase on his shoulders. Before you had time to indulge in one another, however, you pushed him away-one final attempt to avoid infidelity.

"This is madness!" you panted "We have to stop!" tears were welling up in your eyes. You wanted him so much it was painful. Yet, you still tried to convince yourself it was less painful than living the rest of your life knowing you had cheated on Dorian.

"But do you want to stop?" he raised his voice slightly, with a firm grip on the side of your upper arms, making you look at his hungry eyes. "These ideal circumstances that we were talking about are right here, right now. No one knows about this besides us. So if you still truly wish to stop, you're free to leave." he couldn't push you, but could at least try to persuade you. He needed you as much as you needed him.

"You're right I do want to stop, I got carried away, I shouldn't have come in the first place." you lied and felt him slowly release you letting you turn away to leave and put an end to this brief encounter. No sooner had you taken two steps than he caught your arm, spun you around and met you in a heated kiss that you neither could nor wanted to escape.

One hand on his chest the other tangled in his black locks, you let out a quiet moan as you felt him squeeze your waist and swipe his tongue over your lower lip. You granted him access and the groan he involuntarily let out hit you straight in your aching core. Breaking away from your lips, his mouth travelled to your jaw, then your neck, all while his skilled fingers had started working on the buttons of your outer gown. Kissing you was no longer enough, he had to feel you under his touch and was pleased to see you were on the same page as he sensed your hands on his waistcoat.

A pause was much needed for the unbuttoned items to be discarded. Gabriel then watched you take off your petite coat skirt, leaving yourself in nothing but your corset and short undergarment. He was quick to stop you from going any further.

"Let me, sweetheart." his fingertips momentarily brushed over the exposed skin of your breasts before moving to undo your corset, giving you goosebumps. Although very eager, his hands worked steadily, slow even, as if he was trying to imprint every little detail of the moment in his mind. Yours on the contrary, seemed to be moving on their own, finding their way along Gabriel's dishevelled dress shirt and opening it all the way down.

Once your corset was undone, he peeled the straps off your shoulders and took a step back to admire his 'work'.

"Breathtaking" he whispered with a smirk upon finally eyeing your exposed chest under the faint light of the candles and you felt the need to cover yourself. "Don't hide from me, darling." he came closer once more, opening your arms and placing them on his still half-clad torso instead, for you to free him of his shirt.

As soon as it was off, he attacked your lips yet again. The kiss being more heated than the previous, with the addition of the newfound feeling of each other's skin. Gabriel's strong hands on your waist turned you around and pressed you against him, before moving to undo the final piece of clothing separating him from your body, letting it pool around your feet. "Can you feel what you do to me, what you've been doing to me all this time?" he murmured breathlessly on the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

"Gabriel...please..." your voice was barely above a whisper, his erection undeniably pocking your ass through his pants. Hearing his name fall from your lips in such lust coated way, had him loosing his self control, unable to stop his hands from leaving your waist and roaming your bare skin as he kept kissing the side of your neck.

One hand finally found its way to one of your breasts, greedily kneading it earning himself sighs of pleasure. The other hand, travelled south, his fingers brushing your wet folds, to land on your clit."All this for me, darling?" he was panting, already lost in your body and the way you reacted under his touch. "Only for you" you moaned, eyes shut, trying to take in all the pleasure. You couldn't help but reach one hand behind your back and palm him, to which he reacted with a low grunt and a bite on your shoulder.

"Careful darling, you wouldn't want me to paint your skin with my teeth, would you?" he elicited another moan from you before his hands stopped their ministrations to grab your waist and turn you to face him once again. "Now get ready to jump." he flashed you his signature smirk that was enough to have you coming undone right then and there, as you felt him grip the back of your thighs.

You did as you were ordered to, tangling your legs around his waist and slipping your arms around his neck, letting him carry you to the bed and spill you on the sheets. He barely had time to remove his pants, before you pushed yourself up to kiss him hungrily and pull him back down on the bed with you. One hand on the curls you could never get enough of, the other reaching for his cock, gently beginning to squeeze and pump him.

Soon, Gabriel was a moaning and grunting mess around your hand. You had moved to straddle him, while he was propped on his elbows, head thrown back in pure bliss, giving you access to leave kisses on his neck. It wasn't long before he felt he was getting close and that's when he sat up to stop you. "Not yet, I want to give you more." he was out of breath but had no intention of giving himself time to catch it, so he met you in a desperate kiss as he laid you down on the sheets.

"I was thoroughly enjoying it, though." you grinned cheekily once he broke the kiss. "Patience, my dear, for the best is yet to come." he placed one final kiss on your lips before starting a trail down your jaw, neck and collarbones, stopping right on the valley of your breasts to glide his tongue on one of your nipples. Your arms found their place on his toned back as he began sucking, your moans getting mixed with his low grunts. He briefly switched to your other mound, growing too impatient to continue his trail south. Going past your navel, he paused upon reaching your pubic bone and while maintaining eye contact, giving you his dirtiest looks, his hands found your knees and spread your legs further apart.

You tensed and let out a gasp when you felt his mouth on your clit. "Relax darling, I just want to make you feel good." the look he gave you was intoxicating, pupils dilated, lips parted, you wanted him to have you in any way he pleased and so you proceeded to push his head down to where you truly needed him the most. Your fingers found their all too familiar place between his black curls as he ate you out like a starved man. His strong hands holding your hips as his mouth alternated between kissing, licking and sucking, earning himself the filthiest of sounds escaping your lips.

But just as you were starting to feel that all too familiar tightening deep in your core, Gabriel's mouth was no longer on you. Instead, he moved to hover over you, his lips glistening with your arousal under the warm candlelight, hair a mess from your pulling. A sight that definitely seemed like it was coming straight out of a fantasy.

"I need you, Gabriel." you didn't care if you sounded ridiculously desperate, you were for this man. You wouldn't have come running to him in the middle of the night once your husband was out of town if you weren't.

"Tell me how you need me, sweetheart." he knew full well what you were both aching for at that very moment, but still wanted to hear your words.

"Hard and slow, then you can do as you please." you'd barely finished your sentence before he entered you in one swift movement, dragging out a long moan from you to match his own groan. And he did as you asked, setting a slow pace with long hard strokes. You were bitting your lips trying to stifle your moans.

"Let me hear you, let me hear how I'm the only one making you feel like this." this pace was already too hard for him to maintain, he craved more and reached for your clit to get exactly that and the next moan of his name was no longer silent.

He started picking up the pace, his strokes remaining deep. You were both close after previously taking your time to indulge in each other's bodies.

You'd be lying if you said you could recall a time when Dorian had gotten you this close to the edge of heaven.

Gabriel's strokes were now getting sloppier as he buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, his thumb never leaving your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Let go for me, darling, I know you're close. He was breathless, barely able to contain his release with the way your walls were gripping him. "I want to feel you too, Gabriel." it was all it took for him to loose control and come undone within you. His heavenly sounds pushing you over the edge shortly after. His name was the only thing leaving your lips as your nails run down the tensed muscles of his back.

You rode out your highs and stayed tangled in each other for a few moments, trying to regain a sense of reality. Both dreading to look into each other's eyes after what you'd done. You wanted this night to last forever, the sun to never rise. Hoping that this way you'd never have to face the cold reality in which you were an infidel wife and your newfound lover had to live the rest of his life in the embrace of other women to try and forget the one who had managed to show him how love truly felt.

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[stellamarielu]

i am beyond flattered that so many of you are in my inbox requesting ross poldark smut; however, i truly just don’t feel capable of writing for a british historical drama set in the 1800’s.

for example, i thrive writing for joel miller because at his core he’s just a dirty little country boy. i can say something like, “shit darlin’- you’re soakin’ through your fuckin’ panties.” and it’s like second nature to me.

but how am i supposed to write something like that for ross?? “my god darling- your arousal is prevalent through your undergarments.” like i can assure you it would not hit the same as my other writing lmao

[stelly38]

Because what's better for Christmas than angst and p()rn?

Chapter 28 has both! Proceed with caution, and enjoy. And thanks for reading!

[13atoms]

what if i've written a 2000 word declan o'hara x reader fic

what then

[missfckingfortune]

How many works do you have on AO3? 4

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? I have no idea. Maybe around 150k? (I’m sure there’s a way to actually see this?

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently only writing for ACOTAR and Masters of the Air In the past, on a different site ( most of which I have since DELETED) band of brothers The pacific last kingdom the 100 thor one direction ( I know, I know)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I only have four fics. But of those. It’s I Can Wait For You At the Bottom.

5. Do you respond to comments? YES!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None of my current fics have ended yet, but I’m not a fan of angsty endings.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? None of my fics have ended yet, but spoiler alert, it’s going to be I Can Wait for You at the Bottom.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I’m not popular enough for this hahahaha

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Currently the good old f/m kind. I’m for sure a plot with porn girl with some good old breeding kink, praise kink, and light dom themes. But open to branching out to m/m or f/f and likely will for one of the spinoffs I have dreamed up ( Azris)

10. Do you write crossovers? Haven’t yet.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Again, I’m not that popular.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Please see above.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet!

14. What is your all-time favorite ship? Oh, like all time? Doesn’t even have to be ACOTAR? Let’s do acotar first just to get that out of the way. I’m a major Elucien girlie. All time? Will Turner/Elizabeth Swan, Ben Solo/Rey, Charles Vane/Elinor Guthrie, Ross Poldark/ Demelza Carne, Bellemy Blake/Clarke Griffin. There’s probably a million more I’m not thinking of!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My Reylo fic- Strange Addiction. I’m just not in the same place as when I started.

16. What are your writing strengths? Description and VIBEZ. Sometimes dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing, not repeating myself, organization, thinking the plot all the way through.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I’m so uni-lingual American it’s not funny, and I have not done this before, really. Oh, wait, there’s a teensy amount of French in I Can Wait for You at the Bottom, courtesy of google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Band of Brothers 20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I Can Wait for You at the Bottom. This was my return to writing as an adult, and I’m pretty proud of it, even if it is a bit of a chaotic mess

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[romantic-hero]

One October Night....

Ross handed Demelza a glass of brandy.

“Thank you, Ross,” she said before taking a sip. Demelza loved a late night brandy, for it usually predicated a night of bliss, and as Ross leaned in for a kiss she shivered in anticipation.

As his lips found hers, Demelza turned towards Ross, and put one hand on the back of his neck, she held her brandy in the other. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly her against his chest. His kiss was deep and long, it took her breath away. She pulled away and finished her brandy. “Now I am ready, sir.”

Ross stared at her while he unbuttoned his britches and when they fell to the floor he stepped out of them while he pulled his shirt off over his head. Demelza set her glass on her vanity table and began to unfasten her bodice. She took off each piece slowly and deliberately. She knew Ross enjoyed watching her disrobe and she was enthralled as ever by his obvious enjoyment of her body. Ross drank his brandy and as soon as Demelza was naked, Ross picked her up and gently tossed her on the bed. He climbed up on the bed and crawled over her, trapping her beneath him. Demelza ran her hands through his dark unruly curls and pulled his head down for another kiss.

“Mmmmm brandy,” she murmured against his lips. After he had throughly kissed her mouth, he found her neck and his stubble tickled in just the right way as to make Demelza quaver, then he dipped his head and found one rosy peak to please with his tongue. Demelza arched towards him as her hands stroked his back . “Oh, Ross,” she sighed. Ross rolled on to his side facing her. Propped up on his right elbow, he toyed with her, running his fingers over her breasts then tormenting her as he caressed her silken thighs.

Demelza reached out for Ross. He never ceased to amaze and astound her. Ross shook his head. His hand was on her hip and he moved to kneel between her legs. Demelza made room for him, her breath quickening, her desire for him sweeping away her inhibitions.

To her delight, Ross put both hands under her derrière and lifted her up. Demelza could feel him cover her with his mouth, using his lips and tongue, driving her to distraction and back. She knotted the bed sheet in her hands, as she writhed in delight, until all her pleasure exploded, and she cried out, “Ross, Ross!!”

Ross smiled wickedly up at Demelza, lifting one eyebrow to make her laugh out loud. And then, just like that, he was up and over her, his hand guiding himself until at last he was filling her and she gasped as Ross pushed in deeply and completely. How she loved feeling him rock in and out, and then she realized she was climbing the peak once again, and when she let go, Ross allowed his own release and they stopped and lay together, until they could once again breathe without gasping.

“More brandy, my love?” asked Ross and when she nodded he got up and fetched the bottle refilling their glasses. Then they lay side by side among the pillows sipping their drinks.

“Ross,” Demelza turned to face him. “Do you think we will ever tire of this?”

“This? What do you mean, Demelza,” Ross’s brown eyes lit up.

“This. We.” She smiled shyly. “Me.”

“Never, my love.” Ross said. He held her close. “Never.”

[kaetien]

Fic: Love With Urgency But Not With Haste

GatheringFiki 12 Days of Christmas 2018

Day 09 - Jim/Ross - Love With Urgency But Not With Haste

[magravenwrites]

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Bridgerton:

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Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Marina Thompson

Downton Abbey:

Matthew Crawley

Tom Branson

William Mason

Bertie Pelham

Henry Talbot

Thomas Barrow

John Bates

Atticus Aldridge

Mary Crawley

Edith Crawley

Sybil Crawley

Rose MacClare

Anna Bates

Lucy Smith

Grishaverse:

(I have not read the books yet, so works will be mainly based off the show)

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

The Darkling/General Aleksander Kirigan

Matthias Helvar

Malyen 'Mal' Oretsev

Inej Ghaffa

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

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Oliver Wood

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Young Lily Evans/Potter

Young Tom Riddle

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Annie Cresta

Marvel:

(I am not up-to-date on all Marvel films/series, so please bare with me)

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

T'Challa/Black Panther

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Drax

Dr Stephen Strange

Vision

Nick Fury

MJ

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Gamora

Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Alby

Minho

Gally

Chuck

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian X

Mr Tumnus

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Poison Study/Glass series:

Valek

Ari

Janco

Leif

Yelena

Opal

Iris

Pride and Prejudice:

Mr Darcy

Mr Bingley

Elizabeth Bennet

Jane Bennet

Sense and Sensibility:

Colonel Brandon

Edward Ferrars

Elinor Dashwood

Marianne Dashwood

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred

Finan

Sihrtic

Osferth

Aethelstan

Alfred

Aldhelm

Gisela

Stiorra

Thyra

Eadith

Aethelflead

Ealhswith

Throne of Glass:

(I have not read the last book yet so please bare with me)

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan

Lorcan

Celaena Sardothien-

-Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Asteria Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Boromir

Éomer

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Éowyn

The Hobbit:

Thorin

Balin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bofur

Thranduil

Bard

Tauriel

Poldark:

Ross Poldark

Francis Poldark

Drake Carne

Sam Carne

Jeffry Charles Poldark

Dwight Enys

George Warleggan

Demelsa

Caroline

Rosina

Elizabeth

Morwenna

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Gray

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

[acatnamedpusheen]

Ross Poldark NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I finally did it y'all! *wipes off sweat* Please note that it's based on the first 2 seasons of the show (because it's taking me ages to finish it) as well as my own filthy mind. It might as well just be straight up cringe, just bare with me throught the whole thing.

A= aftercare (what they're like after sex)

I think there's two ways that this can go. If he's in a more romantic, seansual type of mood, he'll want to take you in his arms as you're both catching your breath, tell you how much he loves and treasures you (something he won't say often under other circumstances) and drift off to sleep like this. If, on the other hand, he's all worked up because of some mishap with the mines or his fiances and he just wants to blow some steam off, he will probably not pay so much attention to you. I can actually see him leaving you alone and spending some time at his library before he comes back to sleep.

B= body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Ross is pretty confident with his torso and back, although he'd never admit it out loud. I mean, we've all seen how toned he is, how could he not be confident, right? It drives him crazy when your hands are on his chest, or roaming on his back as he's pounding into you. Bonus points if he feels your nails digging into his skin. 

As for you, he has a thing for your thighs. He can never get enough of your soft skin, always caressing and kneading it in some way while doing the deed. If he's a bit too desperate for a release he would grip them to lift one or both your legs to wrap around his hips and allow his thrusts to get deeper.

C= cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He loves the feeling of finishing inside you. Letting his cum fill you as your walls are clenching around him and swallowing him entirely. Now I'm pretty sure there are no birth control methods during the period of time we're talking about, meaning there isn't really any other way of finishing, but still this very moment does something to him. Maybe it's just the reproduction instict, maybe it's the way it makes him feel like he's claming you as his, but Ross just loves coming in you.

D= dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He can barely admit it to himself, but every now and then he thoroughly enjoys letting you take control and it all started one of those rare slow mornings where Ross wouldn't be up before the break of dawn: 

Still naked under the covers after the previous night's escapades, you were tracing patterns on his chest and began kissing your way up his neck to reach his lips, to which he welcomingly reacted with a satisfied hum. His strong hands were on your hips, lazily kneading their way around and giving you the confidence to reach further down and grip him. Your action caused him to tense up, muffling a hiss on your lips. "Still have the energy for it so soon after last night?" he questioned with an excited yet clearly weary look. The tiredness of the last few days seemed to be catching up with him and as much as he wanted to satisfy you like every other time, he just didn't feel as recharged as he should be. "Allow me, Ross." with the most innocent eyes and while still pumping just to get him hard enough, you moved to straddle his lap and ever so gently lower yourself on him. He couldn't contain a guttural groan upon feeling your walls in their entirety from this new angle. He believed this made him look weak, or unable to fulfill his duties and so he tried to get a hold of your waist and flip you over to give you exactly what you craved for, but you were quick to grab his wrists and stop him. "Let me take care of you for once." a tender kiss on his lips and then his neck worked as reassurance and he was soon relaxing underneath you, throwing his head back with joyous sighs. It was the first time he was handing over the reins of something in his life, always too brave and proud to do otherwise, but he might just have discovered that sometimes it was really worth it to accept a bit of help.

E= experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He is pretty experienced. I mean, he's definitely been with a few women and I'm guessing they must have been prostitutes before your marriage, but he knows what he's doing. I have this feeling that what makes sex with him pleasurable is the way he greedily indulges in you and what your body has to offer. He can't get enough of your plush lips against his, the heat radiating from your skin as his strong hands explore it, the taste of your aroused cunt on his tongue, the warm embrace of your walls around his throbbing manhood.

F= favourite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Good old traditional missionary, simply because of the period of time we're talking about, but also because he greatly enjoys the sense of dominance this position gives him, with you pinned down underneath him while he's able to see your every reaction to his movements. If I were to imagine him wilding a bit, I'd say he'd enjoy taking you on the kitchen counter or on a table. His grip on your hips capable of leaving bruises as he's thrusting into you with a frantic pace and his are lips alternating between your neck and the part of your breasts left exposed by your dress. 

G= goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?etc)

Definiterly on the serious side. He might get a tiny bit playfull while he's trying to initiate things if he's coming home after a succesfull day, but during the actual sex he's serious. He gets too lost in your body and he's determinedly chasing his high. 

H= hair (how well groomed are they?)

It's the 1700s let's be honest, there's no grooming happening down there. This isn't necessarily a bad thing though, his curly little mane only adds to the sensation when he's bottoming out and it's brushing against your folds (or when you catch a glimpse of it covered in your arousal, I never said that)

I= intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Like I mentioned previously, this can go two ways. Most times you're having sex, it's intimate and you really get to see how much Ross actually adores you. The idea of a child also finds its way to the back of your minds, although you'll never openly discuss it during the moment. Ross was never too preoccupied with the thought of having children, but when it would inevitably happen his heart would swell at the thought of you becoming a mother and you both finally starting a family, or extending it.

However, there would always be rare times he'd fuck you sensless just to blow some steam off. Even if it takes some time for his frustration to subside, I do believe he'd eventually scoop you in his arms while you're already asleep on your side of the bed and whisper a small sincere "I love you" before falling asleep , probably starting to feel a bit guilty for treating you this way.

J= jack off (masturbation headcannon)

He'd only resort to it if he's away from home for long periods of time. Otherwise he doesn't feel the need to do it when he gets to come back to you every night.

K= kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dominance, dominance, dominance. He gets off from the control he has over you in bed. Speaking of which, I'm sensing he might be into edging too, on days when he really wants to indulge. He'll have you all splayed out for him, two of his fingers dissapearing between your folds and his thumb occasionally pressing on your clit time and time again, but never allowing you to reach the sweet sensation of your release.

"Patience my dear. Hold on just a little bit more for me, will you?" he cooed after he'd removed his digits for the umpteenth time that night. Instead of resuming his actions and without breaking eye contact he repositioned himself until his mouth came in contact with your aching core, earning himself a desperate moan of his name. Your chest was heaving, a thin layer of sweat was forming on your skin and your back arched feeling him lick and suck. The coil in your stomach once again began to tighten and your hands found purchase between Ross' dark curls. But you knew better than to believe he'd let you come just yet. Indeed, as soon as he felt you pull on his hair a bit tighter and grind your hips against him, he was off of you. "Please, Ross" you breathlessly begged. His lips, coated in your arousal, were quickly on yours silencing you as he wasted no more time and finally entered you in one swift movement. All this work and torture on you had gotten him painfully hard and it wasn't long before you were both reaching your climax hard and fast in an amalgamation of wanton moans and groans.

L= location (favourite places to do the do)

Your shared bed is always the go-to location, making him feel safe and private with you. Your bedroom is the only place where he gets to see you completely naked under the warm dim light of the candles, where he gets to touch and feel you in the most explicit ways. But like I said, maybe, just maybe, on rare occasions when not even his servants are home he'd be thrusting into you while you're sitting on a table or the kitchen counter.

M= motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fact that you're his. The idea of you taking care of him and your warm embrace waiting for him at home after every tiring day is enough for him to want to take care of you as well, but in other ways.

Then again, unfortunately because Ross' character is heavily flawed, I can see him, on extreme occasions, being turned on when you refuse to do as he says and you end up arguing. Words are exchanged and you insist that he never listens to you because deep down he probably doesn't really value and love you and it's not long before he has you pinned against the nearest wall and forcefully kisses you. Is it the best way to prove his love for you? Certainly not. Do you get some good rough sex out of it? Certainly yes.

N= no (something they wouldn't do)

He would never physically hurt you (because emotionally he does that every other day). He might get rough but could never even think about inflicting pain on you in some other way.

O= oral (preference in giving or receiving)

He always enjoys eating you out if he's in that type of mood, as previously mentioned, but his real guilty pleasure is receiving a blowjob.

He would be sitting in the library. The usual issues that were previosuly concerning him were now way too far back in a corner of his mind as your mouth around his cock left no space for thoughts. The way you were taking him between your lips, flattening your tongue when you slid off and lightly sucking his tip before repeating everything, had him releasing the most beatiful sounds. He would never demand you went on your knees for him, yet you always seemed to know when he was needing it the most, when he was too caught up in his own troubles. And so you'd find your way to the library, he'd try to convince you that he wasn't in need of anything, but his sighs and groans as he came undone in your mouth would say otherwise.

P= pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

You must be tired from me constantly mentioning this, but again he can do both. During the majority of times he's slow with deep precise thrusts that end up getting faster and sloppier as he reaches and rides out his orgasm. He'll involuntarily opt for a fast and rough pace when he just wants to be done and over with it in an attempt to clear his mind.

Q= quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often?etc)

Although rare, because if he's going to do the do he wants to do it full out, quickies would happpen in the kitchen or the library. Your clothes still fully on with some adjustments to his pants and your dress, because you both had to go on with your day afterwards. That would be the case on days when he found it impossible to resist you before going to the mine or travelling to Truro. Of course he'd always be in for a full session when he'd come back home at night. 

R= risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

He leaves all the risk taking for his mining business. He plays safe when it comes to his sex life and keeps it very private. God forbid if he was ever caught doing things only happening in the bedroom with you, anywhere else. 

S= stamina (how many rounds can they go for?how long do they last?etc)

Ok so we've seen how toned this man is and how he graciously gallops on his beautiful black horse along those cliff edges. These are quite some indications that he's got that stamina, so, easily two or three rounds if he wants to. On days when he is keen to feel and please you he'd hold himself to try and come with you, but if he's just desperate for a release he doesn't last long.

T= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

Again, the 1700s are depriving us of all the real fun here, but I will say Ross might sometimes enjoy using a scarf of some sort to tie your hands together and then proceed to take his time with you and watch as you writhe and whine under his touch withought being able to pull him closer or make him stop.

U= unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

His teasing would be in the form of suggestive looks across the room when you were out in public together, particularly on the very rare occasions that he would accept to accompany you to a ball and he'd get to see you all dressed up. If you are at home, or in other cases, somewhere a bit more private because moments like these are not for the public eye, and he wants to give you just a bit more than a kiss, his hands would be travelling further south from your lower back, to eventually rest on your backside. He'd give it a small squeeze before pulling away and returning to whatever he was supposed to be doing. The playfull wink he'd give you, a clear sign that he knew exactly what he was doing.

V= volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

He's not too loud, except for when you're blowing him and he's losing his composure for brief moments. I feel like he would be too 'proud' in a way to allow himself to get too loud and aside from that, he craves to hear the sounds that he's eliciting from you. He's one hell of a grunter though, who gradually develops to a groaner as he's getting closer.

W= wildcard (a random headcannon for the character)

He loses his mind a bit more than he would have liked to admit, when he lets you undress for him. Sat on the foot of the bed, leaning back on one elbow, his dialated pupils follow your every move as you undo each garment slowly so he gets to re-discover your body all over again even though he'd memorised it long ago. Once everything is off and you're completely bare before him his hungry gaze is on you, watching as you walk closer and straddle him while he's still fully clothed. You engage in a steamy, yet brief make out session, before he's flipping you over and discarding his own clothes, too eager to releave his pent up tension.

X= x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He's a good average size, but the girth is what creates that perfect stretch that has your eyes rolling back every time.

Y= yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When he's too busy and caught up with whatever goes on with his business he will either need your intervention in the form of a blowjob or just a few suggestive touches, or he'll take matters into his own hands and go rough on you after having been deprived of your touch. On regular days and especially with the slightest bit of encouragement, enough to show him you yearn for him as much as he does for you, he could have you screaming his name every other night.

Z= zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like it would take some time in all cases. If he went all slow and loving on you and he pulled you in his arms to fall asleep he would fight his exhaustion to see you drift off first to the sound of his heartbeat, before he did the same, because he kind of sees himself as your protector. In the case of angry frustrated sex, as I mentioned before, he'd need some time alone in the library to wind down before he'd join you again in your shared bed.

we need more Ross Poldark smut

[stellamarielu]

in honor of st. patrick’s day (i know nothing about this holiday except it has to do with ireland) feel free to drop some of your filthiest thoughts about any of aidan turner’s characters in my inbox and i’ll write a few little blurbs today🤭

[stelly38]

Chapter 31 is up and available on the archive. It's alll safe for work. Read Answers No One Wants here.

Thank you for reading along, for your wonderful comments and for sharing my fic!

[amessywritersmind]

Rules & Who I’ll Write For!

Hello! This account needs some major re-organization so I figured I’d start with this! The following list includes my main rules for requests as well as who I’ll write for, though I may forget some so if you’d like to request something for someone/something not on this list, send it in anyways and I’ll see what I can do! 

-RULES-

- In the past, I’ve written for real people. I have decided, however, that I will no longer do this. That means: no band members, actors, musicians, etc. From here on out I’ll only be accepting requests for fictional beings!

- I’ve never written smut, so I probably won’t do that. Maybe some day I’ll try it, but it’s not super likely. I will right illusions to it however, I just won’t go into extreme detail. Sorry :-) 

- I have a hard time with procrastination, so it might take me a while to get it done! Please be patient!

-WHO I’LL WRITE FOR-

Lord Of The Rings

- Aragorn

- Legolas

- Merry Brandybuck

- Pippin Took

- Frodo Baggins

- Arwen

- Eowyn 

- Eomer

- literally anyone else from this realm

The Hobbit 

- Kili

- Bofur

- Thorin 

- Fili

- Tauriel

- Legolas 

- Thranduil

- Bard

- literally anyone else from this realm 

Star Wars

- Anakin

- Obi-wan

- Luke 

- Leia 

- Han

- Din Djarin 

- Any of the Clones

- pretty much anyone, i’ll let you know if I’m not comfortable writing for them! 

Poldark

- Ross

- Dwight

- Morwenna

- Drake

- Sam

- Demelza

- Caroline

- Geoffrey Charles

- Literally anyone from Poldark pretty much

Pirates of the Caribbean

- Elizabeth

- Will

- Jack 

- James Norrington

Harry Potter

- Lupin

- Sirius

- Weasley Twins 

- again, pretty much anyone else 

Merlin (BBC)

- Arthur

- Gwain

- Lancelot

- Merlin 

- Morgana

- Guinevere 

- anyone from this because I love this show too much 

Dazed and Confused

- Pink

- Pickford

- Slater

- Don

- Michelle 

- Jodi 

Outlander

- Jamie 

- Claire

- Fergus 

- pretty much anyone here also, they have my entire heart

That 70′s Show

- anyone in the group :-)

 I will update this as new obsessions form! Request away! 

[romantic-hero]

The Night Ross Went To Elizabeth

Warning if you hate the idea of Ross and Elizabeth, scroll on by. Ross repeatedly asks Elizabeth if she wants him to continue. If spanking is a trigger, scroll on by. I hope the keep reading break works.....If not, don’t look!

When Ross read the note from Elizabeth, all he could see was red. The fury was all consuming. He could see that Demelza was speaking, but he could not hear the words. She was an impediment that he had to get past, and later when he thought about that night, he was ashamed he had pushed her out of his way.

Ross didn’t remember the ride to Trenwith. The next thing he remembered was kicking in the front door and making his way upstairs. And then there was  Elizabeth, her long hair brushed and brilliant in the candle light. He had never seen her in nightclothes before, and even though they were arguing, part of his mind was preoccupied with taking her. It had been hard enough to know Francis had stolen what he had always felt was his, but he’d be damned if he gave her up to George Warleggan.  

When she spat at him that she loved George to distraction, the red anger turned to black and he roughly pulled Elizabeth and found her mouth and started kissing her. He was furious. Here he was finally kissing the woman he thought he loved and his kisses were harsh. His lips were bruising her’s and he forced his tongue past her mouth, but he felt her yield and she returned his kisses just as forcefully.

Ross picked Elizabeth up and threw her on the bed. Though she was protesting,  she laid back against the pillows, if she hadn’t wanted him, she could have screamed.  She could have hit him, but instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him kiss her. Ross was more tempestuous than he meant to be and pulled back. He licked his lips and kissed her again. He tentatively ran his tongue over her  lips, and when she didn’t protest, he put his tongue fully in her mouth.  Elizabeth instantly responded kissing him back. She didn’t stop him when he pulled her nightdress off. At last, after years of dreaming, her body was his.  

Her breasts were milky white and her nipples were large and deep pink. He started to massage both breasts. Then he sucked one nipple and then the other. He’d never heard Elizabeth moan in ecstasy before. “Elizabeth! Do you like this? “

“Oh, Ross. Please don’t stop.” Elizabeth tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her back.  Ross licked one nipple, then blew on it.  It tightened into a point and he gently took it between his teeth, before turning his head and kissing her other nipple. Then while he still squeezed her breasts he started kissing her belly. He took his hands and pushed her knees apart.

A bower of dark curls crowned her womanhood. Without thinking he kissed her between the legs.  

“Ross, stop! You mustn’t do that!” She was yanking his hair and he took both of her hands in one of his and held her arms behind her head.

“Why, Elizabeth? Didn’t your husband ever kiss you there? Taste your honey?” He growled and bit her neck and was pleased her hips bucked up.

“I..I n-never let him.”  

“Then you will let me.  If you don’t keep your legs apart Elizabeth, you will be sorry.” Ross stroked her cunny. It was wet and and her knees fell open. He took his fingers and opened her gash. “You’re beautiful, Elizabeth.” And he stoked her with his fingers before lowering his mouth and covering her mound completely. His tongue found that little nub of pleasure and he circled it gently until Elizabeth was crying his name over and over. He knew she’d never had any release if this was the first time her flower had been tasted. He would be the first to pleasure her completely. And for the rest of her life she’d think of Ross Poldark every time George made love to her.

“Do you like this, Elizabeth? Should I stop now?”  His cock was rock hard and he had to take his clothes off.

He stood beside the bed and undressed. Elizabeth was heaving.  She looked at his cock, standing at attention. She didn’t know it but she was licking her lips. “I like it, Ross. I like it very much.”

“I am glad.” He got back in the bed and knelt between her legs. Again he he ran his fingers up and down her dripping slit. When he felt that little bud harden he rolled her over on her stomach. He straddled her hips and rubbed her shoulders. He kissed her neck and worked down to her buttocks.  He squeezed her cheeks and kissed her soft skin. He lightly ran his fingers over her bottom. And then his mind went red again.

“Elizabeth, You deserve a good spanking.  You lied to me. You married my cousin and now you want to marry my greatest enemy. “ Ross got up and sat on the side of the bed. “Come here. “ He knew he was being unreasonable. He pulled Elizabeth over his lap and he held her legs down with one of his. His cock was hard and stood erect between his belly and the side of Elizabeth’s breasts. Her ass looked ripe. He bet in her life it had never been struck. And now he would make her beg for him. To strum her after. Margaret had  taught him that a little spanking made a lady’s bits tingle and want more.

Elizabeth was unnaturally calm and didn’t squirm or protest. Ross caressed her gorgeous derriere.  He spread her cheeks and her hips raised as she gasped. Then without warning, he spanked first one cheek and then the other. Twice. Then he lightly ran his fingers over the slight redness.

“Should I stop, Elizabeth?” he asked as he put his finger in her vale, surprised at the amount of jelly he found.

“No, Ross. I think you should spank me hard.” She looked at him, her eyes glowing. “Shall I get my brush?”

Ross held her arm and helped her get to her feet. She glided to her dressing table and returned with the brush and handed it to him. “Kneel on the bed,” he told her and Elizabeth obeyed. Put your face down and he pulled her hips until her ass was in the air.  Again the sight of her bower was too much to resist and Ross dipped his fingers in.  Then he spanked her. Slowly, one side and then the other. When her posterior was bright red, he threw the brush across the room and picked her up in his arms. He placed her in the bed and wordlessly she spread her legs. Again he could tell she was shocked but he knew unless he worshiped her alter with his tongue, he would not be satisfied.

Ross licked her center of attraction and when he again found that secret little bud, he circled it with the tip of his tongue until he thought Elizabeth might pull all of his hair out.  “Should I stop, Elizabeth?”

Her breath was ragged. “Oh my god, no!” And he again slurped and licked and finally her whole body quivered and her bower pulsated and she let go in his mouth.

“Ross what happened?” She lay back panting.

“That is what pleasure is, Elizabeth.” His cock was ready he stroked it and said rather primly, “May I plow the field?” To his surprise Elizabeth took him in hand and guided him to her sugar-hole.

He was finally balls deep in the place he’d dreamed of since he’d gone to America. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist. They didn’t kiss or talk but Ross rode her hard and long until at last he filled her kitty with his cream.

In exhaustion they fell asleep. The sun woke Ross. He jumped out of bed. His head was clear. Clear at last to know he had committed the worse mistake of his life.  He couldn’t look at Elizabeth and could hardly answer her questions. He vaguely promised to come back and talk but at that instant he realized his heart belonged to only one.  

He couldn’t kiss Elizabeth. He just hurried down the stairs and thanked God the horse hadn’t wandered off. He flew along the coast path to Nampara and he had never been more frightened in his life by anything as he was by the sight of Demelza hanging the laundry in the courtyard, her face  as thunderous as any storm that had ever  battered Cornwall. Ross had no idea what his punishment would be, but he had no doubt he deserved every thing that was to befall him for his idiocy.

[rainpuddle13]

5!

It’s a good thing I love you beyond all measure because you know how I am about my fic...

Uhm… I’m not sure. Ex Libris is my main Poldark modern AU that I’m really fond of right now. State of Love and Trust is sorta canon compliant daddy!Ross fic that I love, love, love. But probably my favorite fic, and probably my best story is Atramentous. It’s canon compliant smut.

[legolaslovely]

Captain

A/N: Some more Poldark! I hope you guys enjoy. 

Pairing: Ross Poldark x OC Meg Linley

Word Count: 1,227

Warnings: Prostitution, allusions to smut, fluff, language

Summary: Ross runs into an old friend at the Red Lion Inn

Ross admitted defeat and stepped into the Red Lion Inn to wait out the storm. In terms of weather, this summer had been worse than any other he could remember. Once the sky opened up, one couldn’t count on it closing its doors any time soon. He’d rather delay his ride back to Nampara than be assaulted by wind swept rain anyhow. And he saw he wasn’t the only one who used the Inn to escape the weather. The small, dark room he’d stepped into was packed with wet, dripping men. He himself shook the water off his hat, ordered a beer from the tender, and slipped into the other room to the left of the door for some peace.  

He was greeted by a pair of dark eyes that watched his every move. He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips when he saw Meg Linley sitting daintily in the corner of the room. She hadn’t come to the Inn in a long while but every time he saw that single curl of dark hair fall over her high cheek, he was brought back to the few night they’d spent together. But that had all been before. Before Demelza, before the war, even before Elizabeth. It seemed like a different lifetime altogether.

He brought the mug up to his lips to hide his smile and crossed the room to her. He sat beside her. She didn’t move a muscle. “Hello, Meg.”

“Cap’n Poldark.”

He scoffed at the name. Though she was looking straight ahead, he could see her high drawn brow lifted even higher in her entertainment. He wondered if she’d been expecting him. As if she could read his thoughts, a smirk grew on her wide lips and tilted her head to eye him.

“Comin’ down out there, eh?” she asked.

He hummed.

“Though I could do without the extra hoots from the stragglers, I am mighty glad it brought you inside. Couldn’t bear to see those curls a yers get wet and flat,” she said.

He turned from her and sipped. She’d always been able to charm him, despite his efforts, like the maturity he’d found over the years simmered away at the sight of her. “I haven’t seen you in here in years. I thought you’d moved on,” he said.

“Oh, no. Just movin’ about s’all. I always come back to where I’ve been. Except to you.” She lifted her skirt to cross her legs, and then lowered it again. Her slim, pointed elbow decorated the back of her chair and her eyes ran over his face and his clothes. “But I hear yer doin’ quite well for yerself.” The corners of her lips dropped with her voice. “I’m happy for ye, Cap’n.”

A few of her stragglers from the other room pushed into this one, called her name, and then left. Through the window, a wet, muddy brawl could be seen and heard very clearly. Curses and bellows wiggled their way through the cracks in the windows to reach the pair sitting in the now empty room, but all the while Meg’s attentions remained on Ross. Her eyes ran over his hair, his brow, cheeks, lips and neck as if she were looking for a sign that time had actually passed and the last fifteen years weren’t simply a dream. Then her fixation returned to his eyes and she hummed, making him wonder if she’d found what she was looking for.

“I have received many different kinds of looks from women over the years-”

“No doubt they were full of disappointment and displeasure,” she said.

“But none of them match the one I so often receive from you. And I’ve never seen you look at any other man this way.”

“I am honored you pay so much attention to me and my looks.”

“What is it, Meg?”

She lifted her chin with pride and peered at him out of the corner of her eye. Then her focus moved to the man waving at her through the window. She flicked her hand toward him and watched the man’s friend drag him from the window, leaving greasy streaks on the glass. “Cap’n Poldark-”

“After everything, I think you may call me Ross.”

Her lips twitched. “Cap’n Poldark, I have said how happy I am for you- for your success in your business and your beautiful little family. From what I’ve seen and heard of your wife, I hold much respect for her.” She turned her face to him and breathed out a soft laugh. “But you and I both know of my love for you. I have been in love with you since the moment we met and I will love you ‘til the day I die.” She laughed heartily now. “So, you may add me to that long list of women you must carry.”

Ross didn’t expect this from her. Lust, he could understand from her, but love he could not. Especially not love for him. But here she was, looking at him with light eyes and pink cheeks, and he swallowed down the sorrow for her that was rising in his chest.

He set his mug down and took her hand. “Why don’t you leave this place, Meg? Do better for yourself, find a husband to care for you. You’re much more educated than you let on, I know you know how to speak properly. You just showed it. You’re hiding in this-this way of living.”

“Once you live this way there’s no turning back.” She squeezed his hand and then drew hers away. “Besides, it’s not all bad. There’s a game I like to play. Once he’s paid, I like to see how much liquor I can get into a man. Then, with luck, he sleeps the entire night away and I can pretend his arms are someone else’s.”

“A cruel game.”

“Oh, but a fun game,” she said, standing. “Can I get you a drink?” He laughed at her, braced his hands on his thighs and stood. She smoothed her skirts. “No. Well. I see the rain has let up for you, so this is goodbye.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” She straightened her back and lifted her chin as if their conversation never happened. “I am leaving for London in a fortnight. They pay better there,” she laughed.

His stomach flipped as he wished he could help her. She skillfully made it seem like a normal, safe life was not what she wanted. He knew it was a lie. He took her hand. “I wish you luck,” he said.

“And I, you. Goodbye, Cap’n Poldark.”

With his free hand, he brushed the loose curl hanging in her eyes and cupped her sharp, pointed jaw. Then he kissed her. “Ross,” he said against her lips. When he pulled away, he was entertained by the fight she had trying to stop a grin from brightening her pretty features.

“Ross,” she said.

He turned and left her, weaving through the crowd in the other room around the door. Through the bustle he heard someone yell, “Meg! Lookin’ pretty! Never seen a smile like that on yer face.”

He heard her answer. “That’s ‘cause every time yer near, my urge to smile disappears, you bastard.”

Ross smirked, replaced his hat and looked forward to returning to his respected wife, beautiful little family, and successful business.

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T: an obscure AU. Heavily influenced by the fact I’ve just been watching Carnival Row.

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She’s fae, they say. Don’t bother about her.Who cares if she got tangled in a dog fight? It’s just nature, just animalsbeing animals.

He stares them down and buys the girl food,ale. Her wings flutter. One is damaged, torn up. Fae blood, the colour of weatheredcopper, congealing at the ragged cut that runs halfway down the wing. She’sfilthy and feral and glowers at him when he asks her name. But she gives it tohim, like a blessing, like a curse. Demelza Carne. Ross Poldark, he says.

He takes her home with him, the dog too, andbullies Prudie and Jud into silence. He doesn’t know why. He puts her under thefarmyard pump and washes away layers of dirt and blood and sweat, until she’sscrubbed clean, skin pale again, hair redder than he’d imagined. She’smistrustful, flighty, feet barely touching the ground as she serves his supper,and he thinks it’s only her injured wing that keeps her from flying away. A faein his house. How his father would laugh. A fae servant girl, all big eyes andred hair and tattered wings.

Send her back to her people, Elizabeth says inhorror when she hears he’s minded to keep her. She doesn’t belong with us,there’ll be trouble, Ross.

I didn’t know you were such a bigot, he says.They are her mother’s words, her mother’s prejudice, and he despises them bothfor it. If she doesn’t want to stay, he adds, she’ll go. The girl has wings,after all. She’s free to fly away, the moment her wings are healed enough tocarry her.

But she doesn’t fly away. Not that day, notthe next, not next week nor next month. She stays, even when her father comesto fetch her, even when her torn wing has healed. She stays though there’sgossip, and hateful words, and intolerance. She laughs when Ross teases her andflies when she thinks nobody is watching, and when at last, inevitably, he putshis hands on her waist and brings her close to him, her kisses taste ofsunshine and home.