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[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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[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]

Requests are CLOSED!

Rules:

Please send in your request as an ask!

If you don't specify a pronoun, I will write fem!reader.

I will write character pairings as well as 'x reader'. Just let me know which pairing you want written/made.

Prompts can include song prompts, or be general prompts, but I ask for you to be as specific as you can, so I can try and write something you will like!

I will write for platonic relationships as well as love interests!

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I will write pretty much anything - fluff, angst, au's, crossovers and smut... 😉

I will also write for potentially triggering topics, relevant warnings will be included. I don't aim to romanticise these topics in any way, they are serious topics and will be treated as such.

You can find a list of fandoms and characters I write for below the cut.

If you would like to request something for another fandom or character that isn't listed, just send me an ask and I will do my best to complete it for you!

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

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

Draco Malfoy

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

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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! 

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @brandywinebridge-twentymiles​ based on this photoset.

Rating: M

Pairing: Jim Hawkins/Ross Poldark

Tags: Wizarding world AU, briefest almost-smut, spells gone wrong

You can also read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

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Jim’s almost done studying an old hairbrush – only a few notes left to jot down on the parchment – when a large shadow swooping down over the rooftops catches his attention. He jumps up, hairbrush momentarily forgotten, and rushes to throw the attic window open so that the familiar great horned owl can get in.

The bird extends a clawed foot, with a letter addressed to Jim in a familiar scrawling script attached to it. Jim grins and thanks Dustbunny, watching it hop-fly to the cage on the other side of Jim’s study for an hour’s rest before heading back. It’s a long trek from here to the Alps, where Ross is attending training as a part of the new Initiative for International Cooperation of Aurors.

Jim tears open the seal and a sheet of folded, ink-spattered parchment slides out.

Jim! First of all – miss you like hell. But what else is new?

What’s not new is that we got more snow this morning. Hence the delayed letter - it was quite a storm.

Yesterday was fucking exhausting. We were on mixed teams, trying to practice a tactical mission around a lake. It was beautiful out there, but that was about my only takeaway. I didn’t understand a word of what anyone was saying. None of us can do the translating spells worth a shit, so it was a total mess, and the French guy kept hitting on me in the middle of it. I think. The kid from Spain fell into the lake and had to be fished out, and we lost our Polish Auror for a while but found her up in a tree later. She claims she’d told us she’d be acting as the lookout.

In short, we all returned semi-frozen and got yelled at by the bosses for being useless. Had to practice translating spells until midnight. French guy was definitely hitting on me.

Have I mentioned that I miss you? By the way, finally got my leave dates approved – I’m yours until January 2nd. I’ll be at the station on Thursday, platform 69.69 at 12:30. Don’t plan on getting anything done for the rest of the year. Except me, of course. I hope the research is going well? xx Ross

PS: You keep saying you envy me the all the snow, so I’m sending you an early present. Look out your window at midnight and hopefully you’ll see it.

*

Ross’ restless energy just about spills from the parchment. Jim grins, anticipation rising at the idea of seeing him soon – it’s been a month since his last visit. Now that Jim is studying the behavior of residual magic in dis-enchanted muggle objects here at Amsterdam’s Wizarding College for Advance Studies, they can only manage infrequent, short visits.

But for Christmas, they would have a whole ten days. And Jim has worked extra hard to clear his schedule for Ross’ entire stay. He doesn’t plan on doing anything, except for what has Ross suggested in his letter.

Maybe a stroll along the canals, if they need fresh air at some point?

Maybe.

*

Intrigued by Ross’ post-script, Jim opens the attic window at midnight, leaning against the narrow wooden frame and staring into the clear night over the streets of Amsterdam. The timing is weird - he doubts Ross would be able to send Dust Bunny back with another delivery so soon. Maybe a different owl? What kind of an early present was Ross referring to anyway, that could be related to snow? The only thing Jim can think of is a snow globe, he’d seen some with perpetual snowfall in Diagon Alley once. Or a maybe it’s a package containing actual snow, enchanted so it wouldn’t melt along the way?

A few minutes past midnight, Jim has still not spotted anything, no approaching owls or any other sort of delivery. But the air is pleasantly cool on his face at the open window, and he thinks he can stay a bit longer, looking out just in case. But he’s not too bothered if nothing shows up. Maybe whatever Ross had in mind didn’t pan out – it could be late, or Ross ended up not having time.

He’s about to close the window when a snowflake flutters past his window, and then another.

Jim looks up and sees, to his amazement, hundreds and hundreds of snowflakes now descending down from the sky, swirling above the trees and the canal. They softly settle on windowsills and land on bicycles tied to the canal rails, on boats and tree branches and the sidewalks.

In pure amazement, Jim double-checks the sky, but it’s still the same as before: clear and dark, a star twinkling here and there despite the city’s lights blocking most of the starlight.

And then Jim smiles, and thinks of Ross, that devious bastard, using magic to send snow up from the Alps just for Jim.

He leans out, arm extended, and a snowflake settles on his open palm. It’s cold, much colder than the air outside. It won’t last long before melting, but still, he brings it up close up to his face and studies its crystalline shape.

In awe, he realizes that it’s that of a heart.

*

He watches the snowfall for another hour, waiting for it to stop. It tapers off a little at one point but then keeps going, and Jim shakes his head at it, at Ross’ antics, grinning the entire time until his cheeks hurt.

You crazy fool, I love you, he thinks back towards the south, as if Ross could possibly hear it.

*

Ross’ train, red and black and mud-speckled, rumbles and huffs into the Amsterdam station with just a five-minute delay. Ross jumps out, restless energy and purpose propelling him forward as always. His cloak billows around and behind him; with one hand he clutches a suitcase and the other curves towards the back of Jim’s neck as soon as they are within reach of each other. Ross can barely stop smiling long enough to kiss Jim.

“Did my surprise work? Did you like it?” Ross asks eagerly. He grins, mischievous, looking pleased with himself.

“It sure worked, and I loved every minute of it,” Jim replies innocently. Ross smells like the mountains, like the hot chocolate he’d probably had on the train, and with each inhale Jim’s mind runs through all the things he wants to do to him later. But first, Ross is in for a surprise of his own.

At first when they step outside, Ross is too busy to notice, shrinking his suitcase so that they can ride to Jim’s apartment on the enchanted bicycles they have rented from a witch by the platform exit.

But just as he tucks away his wand, a snowflake flutters down onto his black cloak’s sleeve. Ross smiles at it at first, as if recalling a sweet memory. Then he frowns, squinting to take a closer look.

Then, “what the hell-?”

Jim has to bite his cheek hard not to burst out laughing as he tracks horror, amazement, and confusion all parade across Ross’ perfectly expressive features.

Ross casts a wide-eyed gaze around the street, where a few inches of accumulated snow lay, where stray snowflakes are still falling down now and then. He takes it all in and then shuts his eyes for a moment, hands going into his hair in bewilderment.  “Oh shit, this is – this is still from the spell I sent?!”

Jim stops biting his cheek and lets out that laugh he’s been holding back. “Oh yes. It was all over the Muggle news yesterday morning.”

Ross blanches. “Merlin’s beard, I meant for it to snow just on your block, for an hour or so! I didn’t mean to cause a calamity!”

“Bah, Amsterdam’s used to getting a few inches of snow every now and then. It’s more the snowflake shape and the lack of clouds what raised some questions,” Jim chuckles. A few of the snowflakes in question are now perched in Ross’ hair and he’s so gorgeous and dumb, Jim wants to take him to bed already.

Ross’s hands slide down to cover his face. “Merlin’s balls, I’m a fucking idiot – why didn’t you send an owl when it didn’t stop?!?”

“It seemed to be tapering off the first night,” Jim shrugs, unconcerned. “And the Dutch magical ministry quickly conjured up some clouds as soon as it was reported. What muggles discussed the most was the shape – they think it’s either a freak occurrence or some kind of a divine sign.”

“Divine sign, my ass…” Ross shakes his head in bewilderment. “I swear I was just trying to send up a bit of snow to you, and I tweaked the spell a little…“ He uncovers his face, and he’s red and flustered and Jim just wants to kiss it all off.

“The heart was a nice touch,” he laughs. “And it was a decent spell, even if the duration of it and the location were a bit off-”

“A bit?! Gah, if they trace this spell back to me…” Ross groans. “I hope I’m not going to end up in Azkaban over this.”

Jim cackles. “What? Nah. I won’t let them take you.” He leans into Ross, puts both arms around his neck. “Maybe don’t mess with snow anymore, though.”

“No, I’m done, I promise.”

“It was a cool surprise, though,” Jim offers.

“Too cool, maybe?” Ross grumbles, but a small smile tugs at his lips.

“Not everyone’s boyfriend makes it snow hearts for them. Plus I’ve had a whole day and a half to think about the many ways in which I can express my appreciation of the gesture.” He gives Ross a meaningful look.

That wipes the rest of the consternation right off Ross’ face. “Oh, and how many ways did you come up with?” he says, his voice suddenly lower, more eager. Merlin, Jim wants him, now – thank goodness for enchanted bikes that will get them home in a hot minute.

“I’m not telling,” he stalls, then winks. “But I think you’ll find them all very pleasant.”

“I’m sure I will.” Breathless now, Ross kisses Jim quick and hard, holding him close, and Jim can feel Ross’ firm, responsive body beneath all the layers of winter clothing. It’s all Jim can do to not start peeling off all those winter layers right here.

But Ross did already cause a magical, city-wide snow event, so better not add public indecency charges to his list of offenses.

“Get on your bike, then, before the Dutch ministry comes chasing after you,” Jim pokes Ross’ hard stomach with his finger, unable to resist a tease. “I better show you some of that appreciation before they catch on to you.”

Ross smirks, but he doesn’t release Jim just yet. “Mmm, sounds like I’ll at least have some nice memories to live off of if I do get sent to Azkaban.”

There’s that spark in Ross’ eyes again and Jim can’t wait to fuel it even more. “Idiot. Just get that divine arse of yours on your bike already.”

Ross laughs and releases his hold on Jim. They mount their bikes and murmur their spells, and pull out into the snowy street.

*

When Ross is finally sprawled naked on top of Jim’s covers, when Jim climbs over him and bends down to kiss along his spine, they don’t think of ministry chases or Azkaban or spells getting traced anymore.

Outside the closed attic window, heart-shaped snowflakes still tumble down here and there, settling quietly on the city. Until finally, the last one falls.

[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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Minific: Would love Romelza T or maybe some smutty Romelza V. Smut from xxsparksxx is like a Hallmark card. :)

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

* * *

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.

[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.

[prairiechzhead]

Fic Writer’s Week 2017-Day 3: Small But Mighty

For @ficwritersweek Day 3, it’s all about honoring the underrated fics and/or series I’ve read that should get more attention than they’ve received. 

(Fandoms: The AlmightyJohnsons/Being Human UK, Poldark)

Seasons In the North Hills

This is a series written by @a-pen-in-the-paw (aka dandelionpower). I love this series and I go back and re-read it while waiting for updates. It’s an Scottish Highlands AU/Being Human-Almighty Johnson’s crossover. (And now that I’ve seen TAJ, the references to that make more sense). I love the characterization the most in this. It’s slash, so if that’s not your thing, keep that in mind. But don’t let that dissuade you because while there is smut in there, it’s really not about the smut. The author takes the time to build up to it, to get us to care about the characters, to give these characters faults, and to mostly, tell a story. The world-building here is fantastic. The attention to detail is marvelous!

Fratres in Sanguine: A Ross & Claude Poldark AU

What if Ross Poldark’s younger brother Claude hadn’t died, but grew to adulthood? What role would he have taken in the family? How would this have affected canon? And what about Demelza? I love “what if” stories. This one is especially good. 

[pentopaper23]

Ask box be open...

I’m in a drabble mood guys. Send them my way! :)

Smut and Lemons are welcome. *wink wink*

I do most fandoms/ships, but mains are:

Outlander: Jamie and Claire

Poldark: Ross and Demelza. 

The Vampire Diaries: Klaroline

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will and Elizabeth

Riverdale: Archie and Betty (I have just started writing these guys. Haven’t really found my groove yet) 

Fifty Shades of Grey: I know I know say what you will but, but um trash and I can’t quit this bloody fandom. Ana and Christian.

Shadowhunters: MALEC! 

[msil-fic-recs]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Return to Treasure Island (TV 1996), Poldark - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jim Hawkins/Ross Poldark Characters: Jim Hawkins, Ross Poldark Additional Tags: Libraries, Interns & Internships, Bus, the 59 if you're interested, Explicit Sexual Content, Very Secret Diary Summary:

There's a new guy on Jim's bus route and he's proving to be very distracting.

Fill for the Gathering FiKi Winter Fandom Raffle Exchange Prompt. No. 162 - I fell in love with your handwriting.

For Gemma - you are possibly the worst enabler in the world and I love you.

Bookmarker's Notes:

So AU, so very very AU. And yet, delightful fluffy smut (after the requisite chapters of pining)