#the bathroom is my new thinking chamber

[figs-oliomedley]

JESTRO WAS GONNA BE A KNIGHT IN SEASON 5

LANCE WAS THE ONE WHO MADE FUN OF HIM FOR BEING A BAD KNIGHT WHEN THEY WERE KIDS

@knightly-bastard SAID SEASON 5 WAS GONNA BE MORE LANCE-CENTRIC

THERE WAS GONNA BE D R A M A-

[arolesbianism]

Starting a new oni save that's not a rime colony for the first time in forever and I am in agony how do y'all live like this (shaking and crying as it is forced to enter a mildly warm area for drekos)

[multific]

A Rare Flower in a Factory

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Summary: Everyone has their own hidden little secrets, it just happens to be that Heisenberg's secret is the rarest and most beautiful flower.

Everyone has their secrets. Even the four Lords.

But no one could have guessed Heisenberg's.

Down deep in the dark, the deepest and most hidden place in his entire factory, just about where the rust ended, there was a living space.

A small, yet comfortable little place that the Lord himself built with his two hands.

Heisenberg was proud, he provided a home.

And in that home lived his beautiful little flower, his bride.

Someone no one would expect to find in such a place.

Yet, there you were, hidden away from Miranda and the other Lords.

Heisenberg's beautiful flower.

You were the reason he wanted to fight to be free. You were the reason he wanted to leave this Godforsaken place and start a new life. 

But no matter what he did, he failed.

He always moved back to his chambers, feeling like a failure. But each time, when he saw you, he felt at ease. As if all his worries melted away.

And you loved him so much.

"Karl?" you called out as he got out of the bath. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes." came his reply and soon he joined you in the kitchen. His arms moved around you as his mouth moved to your neck.

"Not like that..." you giggled as he pulled you closer.

"I'm always hungry for you, Doll. But I do need some food before I have my dessert." you smiled at him as you both finally moved to the table so you could eat.

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You woke up to the feeling of cold on your feet.

You were naked under the blanket, with an equally naked Karl attached to your back.

It got rather cold in the factory during winter.

But you woke up with the need of pee and your throat felt dry.

You wiggled out of Karl's hold.

You put a long shirt on, which reached to your knees before leaving the room and headed to the bathroom then the kitchen.

On your way to the kitchen, you noticed the door to your home open, you found it weird but decided to just close the door and get your glass and go back to bed.

You poured a glass of water for yourself when you thought you heard a noise.

The factory did make a lot of noise so you didn't think much of it.

However, the second time, you couldn't ignore the footstep you heard, you knew it wasn't Karl, you could hear him snoring.

And just as you rounded a corner, there it was.

One of Karl's many creations. 

It had human legs but it was mostly a machine with huge machetes for arms.

You wanted to run but the thing was faster, it slashed and as you put up your hand to protect yourself, it cut into your palm.

"KARL!" you managed to yell, hoping he would come and save you. 

And again, the monster got ready and this time it slashed your forearm. You made another sound of pain and the machine-human fell to its knees, you heard the metal in his body squeeze.

You looked to your right and noticed Karl.

He was looking at your bloody hand. He made a gesture with his hand and the monster flew backwards, right out the metal door.

He rushed you into the bathroom, taking out a first aid kit and he started to work on your arm.

"This is all my fault."

"It is not, Karl."

"I didn't check if the door was closed."

"It's not your fault." you insisted, but he kept on avoiding your eyes. "Karl." you called out but he didn't listen. He bandaged up your arm and took you back to your bed.

"I'll clean up." he said and you knew he needed his own space and time. So, you allowed him to have it.

By the time he arrived back, you were fast asleep.

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The next morning, you woke up alone.

You looked for Karl, but he seemed to have gone missing.

You knew better than to roam the factory, so you stayed put, reading your romance books and cooking lunch and dinner.

You also didn't forget to take care of your wound, you cleaned and re-wrapped it.

Karl arrived back later than usual, you waited in the living room for him.

He came into the room, his eyes filled with pain.

"I'm so sorry."

"It is not your fault. The thing wandered where it shouldn't have."

"Exactly, so, I prepared a new place for you, it is still rough around the edges but..."

"Will I get a window?"

"Yes, and a balcony. I'm done hiding you down here, it is far too dangerous."

"But what if Miranda finds out?"

"I bet my ass, she already knows." Karl made his way over to where you were sitting on the couch and knelt down, holding your hand in his. "I always fared something would happen down here with you, you will be a lot safer upstairs." he said and you nodded, you leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Okay, when will I move?"

"Hopefully tomorrow. I have them working on the rooms for you, then you can add your touch to it." you smiled at him.

"Thank you, but you got to stop blaming yourself, Karl."

"How can I ever make it up to you?" his fingers gently ran along the edge of your badage.

"I have a couple ideas. You can start with your fingers, then your mouth and last-"

"You are naughty." he smirked.

"Just the way you like it." you put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him up to kiss you.

Karl was definitely thankful for you and your forgiveness. He was so mad with himself all day, he killed every single one of his machines in revenge.

He shouldn't have, but the thought of losing you became overbearing. It was all too much for him.

And he will make sure that no one ever will get to you. Not Miranda and not the entire world, for you were his hidden flower in a garden of madness and pain.

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[moonstruckme]

Hi!! Could you do a Bodyguard!James Potter x reader where he is guarding her during a high profile event and something happens? With a bit of angst to fluff? If you’re comfortable of course! I hope you have a wonderful day, i’m new to your page and ADORED your bodyguard james. <3

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cw: guns, shooting

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You shift your stance a bit and have to bite down on a whimper. 

“I’m going to have to throw these shoes out after this,” you mutter to James. “I’m pretty sure there’s blood pooling around my toes.” 

“You wanna take them off?” he murmurs back, lips barely moving as he keeps his face in a mask of businesslike impassivity. 

You sigh. “I wish.” 

“You could. Just step out of them, no one’s looking over here.” 

It’s true. Every camera in the chamber is pointed to where your mom stands on the podium, her right hand raised as she takes her oath. As much as you hate coming to these things, you can’t ignore the kernel of pride shining behind your sternum. She’s waited so long for this day, dealt with so much opposition, and now she’s finally going to be able to enact some real change. You can keep up appearances for her. 

“I’d better not risk it,” you tell James. “With my luck, the second I do—” 

You’re on the ground before you even register the sound of glass shattering. James’ grip on your shoulder is harsh, almost painful, but the noise that follows has enough adrenaline spiking your bloodstream to forget about that. The loud, rapid popping of gunfire fills the chamber. 

James’ hand moves to clasp around your elbow, but you tear away from him, headed in the opposite direction. The podium is empty. Where’s your mom? Did they get her already? Is she hurt? Did she—

You’re not fast enough to outpace James, definitely not limping around in your heels, and he gets an arm around your waist, hauling you away from the center aisle. You can’t tell where the gunfire is coming from—who has the guns?—but he pushes your head down before you can look. A low buzzing burrows into your ears. You try again to go to where you last saw your mom, but James yanks you back to his side, a cutting “Stop” hissing past his lips. Any other time, a tone like that would have you stilling like a frightened bunny, but you know he’s not the danger here. 

When you don’t listen, he lifts you off the ground. The crowd is swarming, frantic and disorganized, but James maneuvers through it expertly, running down the hall until he finds an unlocked door. The bathroom door swings open for you, and James sets you down quickly, locking it before you have a second to recover. 

You lunge for the door anyway, only for twin bands to wrap around your middle. They pin your arms to your sides and press you securely to James’ front. 

“Stop. Stop it.” His tone is as hard as his grip, dispassionate to your struggling. “You cannot fight me when you’re in danger, understand?” 

“They’re not here for me,” you plead. Your voice is scratchy with desperation. 

“No, but I am. I’m here for you.” His hold tightens, but now it’s less a restraint than a comfort. You can feel his heavy breaths tickling past your ear. “Your mom has her own detail, okay? She made it out before we did, they probably have her somewhere safe.” 

Now you can hear your breathing too. Short, stilted pants that wheeze in and out of you. You think you might be shaking. 

“That’s enough,” James says gently, starting to lower you both to the ground. Your knees give easily, relinquishing your weight to his hold until he settles you both on the tiled floor. “That’s enough, alright? Can I let you go now?” 

You’re not sure you want him to anymore, but you nod. He slips out from behind you, checking the lock on the bathroom door and then removing his gun from the holster at his hip. The sight of it makes your trembling worsen. He checks something with it while murmuring to the people on the other end of his earpiece, convoluted jargon you’ve long since ceased paying attention to. 

“She��s fine,” he says after a minute. “Your mom. They got her into an office, and now we’re all just waiting for security to clear the building before we can go.” 

You drop your head to your knees, relief like a tidal wave washing over you. You hear James’ footsteps move back toward you before his big hand lands on your head. It smooths down your hair as he squats next to you. When you glance at his gun balanced on his knee, he catches the look. 

“I have to keep this out for now,” he says, looking you in your eyes like he’s making a promise, “but the safety’s staying on unless someone tries to come in here. Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, still trying to get your breathing under control. 

James strokes your head again, his touch weighty and reassuring. The noise outside of the bathroom seems to be lessening, but you’re not sure how much sound is blocked by the door. There could be shooting still happening just past it, people hurt or dying in the halls. 

“I’m sorry for fighting you so hard,” you say quietly. 

James blows out a breath. “I get it,” he admits. “In those situations, it’s natural to freak out and head toward the person you want to keep safe.” He flashes you a little smile. “I’m lucky it’s already my job to do that.” You grimace back, but his expression grows serious again when he says, “You just have to keep your head, though, you know? The whole reason you and your mom have protection is to make sure someone else is already looking out for you. You don’t need to worry about her, you just need to trust me.” 

You look at him. His body is still taut, ready for a fight if one comes to him, but his expression is gentle. It’s easy to forget it’s his job to take care of you when he seems to do it so naturally. Caring emanates from James like it’s the core component of his soul. 

“I do trust you,” you tell him. 

His mouth slants, expression unbearably fond. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll work on those instincts, okay? I get that it’s not an easy adjustment to make.” 

“Have you ever had to do that? Run away from the person you cared about the most?” 

He shakes his head. “Like I said, I’m lucky. I always get to run towards you.”

[daemour]

Pairing: crown prince! San x maid! f! yn

Word Count: 2,971

Warnings: cursing, slight arguing, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, royalty au, M for mature audiences

Summary: You're called to attend to crown prince San for an unexpected bath. Before that happens, the two of you talk about some unexpected happenings.

Smut Warnings: Bath sex, oral (f receiving), breast play, biting/marking, unprotected sex (dont do this unless discussed guys), some praise, riding, creampie, ignore the logistics please <3

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This was supposed to be a surprise for @sanjoongie but my husband spoiled it 🥹🤣 so now you all get to enjoy it for San's birthday (cus i actually remembered this time)

Ik this is pretty short for a smut writing i post on main but i promise this will not be a normal occurrence 🤣 please still expect most smuts to be on the 18+ blog

“YN, you’ve been requested by the high prince to assist him in his bath.” One of the maids, Ryujin, informs you before you’re about to tend to the gardens. “I can take garden duty for you.”

Your brows furrow. “It’s only just noon, and he’s taking a bath? Is something happening later on tonight?”

Ryujin shrugs, bumping you with her shoulder. “I’d hurry though, he seemed pretty upset. And we all know Prince San could never be mad with you around.”

Your face heats up and you hurriedly shush her, although you can’t wipe the knowing smile off her face. It’s not a well-kept secret among the servants that Crown Prince San has a softer spot for you, and if he wasn’t next in line for the throne he would’ve married you by now. He’s courting you without the flowers, and anyone can see it except for the nobles themselves.

It’s not like you haven’t tried to keep him at an arms’ length, but as sweet and loving as San is, he’s the Crown Prince. What he wants, he gets.

With an internal sigh and a moment to steel yourself, you knock gently at the ornate doors leading to San’s chambers. “My prince? You have requested my assistance.”

“You may enter.”

You push open the doors slightly to let yourself in, shutting them behind you and locking them, as is a habit that you’ve ingrained into your routine by now. “My prince, why are you taking a bath so early in the day? Is there something happening?”

The prince turns from where he is leaning against his large windowsill to face YN, his face stormy. “My parents have secured a ‘proper’ marriage for me,” he scoffs, his voice harsh, but it softens once he sees you flinch. “I am sorry, YN. I did not mean to startle you. I have just been struggling to remain calm after hearing of the news.”

And now that you have heard the news, your mind is also muddled. In your head, you knew this day would come. The King and Queen had been generous enough to let San wait until he was twenty-five to even think about marriage, but you knew the time would come soon enough. So then, why does your heart hurt?

You struggle to keep your face impassive as your hands grip your heavy skirt. “I see. That’s great news, I understand your parents have been trying to increase the size of their kingdom and now’s a great chance for them to.” You quickly turn away and open the door leading to his bathroom. “Now let’s see about this bath.”

“YN.”

“Would you like lavender or rose petals? Your future wife would probably like a sweeter smell. Maybe I can send for some orange essence,” you ramble on as you turn the tap and let the warm water fill the tub. “I heard orange essence is what’s popular these days.”

“YN.”

“Do you know who she is? I wonder if she’s prettier–”

“YN!” San’s voice snaps you out of your daze, as does his hands on your shoulders. “I do not want to marry her.”

You hesitate for the slightest moment before pulling out of his grasp. “It doesn’t matter whether you want to or not,” you finally say, avoiding his eyes. “You’ll marry her.”

“Like hell I will!” San cries, reaching out for you again, but you dodge his hands this time. “I only want you, YN.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want, Sa– your highness,” you sigh, turning away again and reaching for the bath herbs, turning off the faucet while you were at it. The tub isn’t nearly full but you don’t want it to flow over in the middle of this conversation. “You’re the Crown Prince.”

“Do not do this to me, YN. Do not shut me out like this. I would give it all up for you if you just give me the word. Say you love me back and I will drop everything for you,” San begs, and you can hear him drop to his knees. You turn around, grabbing his arm and attempting to pull him to his feet. “I will grovel for you if need be, YN. I cannot bear to live without you by my side.”

“Get up, San. You can’t be on your knees for me,” you hiss. “What if someone walks in?”

San looks up at you, his eyes desperate. “Let them! I will revoke my title, my crown, and my privilege to be with you. Jongho is born to be the leader, he is a better fit for me and he’s not much younger than me either. I want you, YN, and I would do anything for you to have me to. Please.”

He stumbles to his feet, and you move back until your back hits the wall. His head drops into the crook of your neck and you can feel his desperate breaths against your skin. “YN…” your name passes through his lips in a longing whisper.

“San…” You suck in a breath, carefully carding your free hand through his hair to smooth it down. He tilts his head to peek up at your face. “I…I just don’t want to make you give up your life for me.”

Your words are enough to console San and he straightens up, his hands finding yours again as he grips them tightly. “I want to, YN. I would give up that easily, and much more for you. Please,” he repeats one more time. “I will care for you. We can run away to the edges of this country, and live a humble life. As long as I may be with you.”

You bite your lip, turning your eyes away from San again, but he does not allow that to happen, reaching up to hold your jaw gently and direct your gaze back to him.

"San..." San's breath hitches as you breathe his name, your voice barely above a whisper. You can't resist the urge to touch him, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. He leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours with a desperate longing.

"I don't want to lose you," he confesses, his voice thick with emotion. "I know it's selfish, but I can't imagine my life without you."

Your heart aches. You want to believe him, to give in to the desire that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long. But the fear of the unknown, the potential consequences, holds you back.

"San, we can't..." you begin, but he just shakes his head, cutting your words off as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

For a moment, you lose yourself in the sensation of his touch, the taste of his lips. It's everything you've ever wanted, yet everything you know you can't have. When you finally break apart, your breath is ragged, your cheeks flushed. San's eyes are filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

"Tell me you do not feel anything," he pleads once more, his voice barely audible.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words won't come. You can't deny the truth any longer. "I..." you begin, your voice trembling. “I care for you, San. But are you sure this is a life you’ll want to live?”

San presses his forehead against yours, his breath dancing over your parted lips. “It is, as long as you are there,” he agrees readily. With each word, he brings his face closer and closer until his soft lips are only just brushing yours. “I will gladly show you, if you will allow me.”

You laugh breathily, leaning back to try and create more room. “You still need your bath, San. The water will get cold,” you try and divert weakly, but all San does is raise an eyebrow.

“Then get in,” he hums, pressing another kiss to your lips to quiet your gasp. “Unless you want me to ravish you on my silk bedsheets. The choice is yours—if I had my way, I would do both.”

You squeak, pushing your face into his warm shoulder, feeling it rumble as he chuckles. “Fine. At least the bath will be easier to clean. Move aside, San.” With one last kiss, San steps back, his eyes practically sparkling as he looks you up and down, causing heat to bloom over your cheeks. “Turn around too,” you command.

“I am going to see you anyway,” San grumbles good-naturedly but does as you ask.

You quickly unlace your bodice, stepping out of your dress and undergarments and into the tub. The water is still warm, and you take a moment to breathe deeply. You can’t help but feel both excited and worried. After this, there’s no going back.

“Can I turn around now?” San’s warm and soothing voice brings you back from your mind.

“I– Yeah,” you agree carefully, letting yourself relax as the warm water sloshes just barely over your hips. You fully appreciate the luxury of having such a big and deep bathtub at this moment. You keep your eyes on San as he turns around, apparently having unclothed himself as you were, eyes sparkling like you’ve just gifted him all the most precious jewels in the world.

He takes slow steps towards the edge of the tub, his mouth parted ever so slightly as he takes in the view of you. “You are gorgeous,” he whispers reverently, and you swallow as you try to keep your eyes on his face and not the half-hard cock bobbing lightly against his stomach. He steps into the tub across from you, lowering himself slowly into the shallow water, his eyes still trained on your face.

You can’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks and you avert your eyes, although San’s had quite enough of that. He scooches forward until his legs are on either side of you and one of his hands rests on your waist and the other on your cheek as he leans in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. His tongue gently prods at your lips and you let your mouth drop open ever so slightly, inviting him in.

He immediately invades your mouth, deepening the kiss until he has you gasping and moaning quietly into his mouth. “You sound so perfect,” San hums into your mouth, his hand trailing up your waist to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your nipple. “God, I could sit here all day and love you the way you deserve.”

“San–” you breathe out when he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, and San chuckles at how breathy you’ve gotten just from him fondling and kissing you.

Without another word, he bends down to take your unattended breast in his mouth, sucking and nipping at your sensitive nipple as you whine and your hands fly to grip his hair. “God–” you gasp, head thrown back as he bites at your soft flesh. “San, please.”

San pulls off your nipple with a pop, looking up at you with a crooked smile on his face. “Please what?” he teases. “Please eat me out? Gladly.”

Before you can say anything, he pushes his hands under your hips, lifting you until you’re seated on the tub’s lip (once again grateful for how large his bath is), and attaching his mouth to your dripping cunt. You throw a hand over your mouth to muffle your squeal as his teeth scrape gently against your folds.

His tongue is flat as he laps at your entrance, making your thighs tense and your back arch. “You taste so fucking good,” San moans against your entrance. “You are like fucking nectar, and I cannot get enough.”

Without warning, his tongue plunges deep into your hole and one of his hands moves from your hip to press against your clit. Your eyes widen, then squeeze shut as your teeth sink into your hand, trying desperately not to moan too loud. “San, please, I’m so close–” you gasp through your hand and San’s ministrations only intensify.

Your fingers dig into his scalp and your body starts to tremble as your legs squeeze around San’s head. The heat in your core burns as you can feel pleasure course through your veins and you come into San’s mouth. He doesn’t stop, licking up your slick until you’re pushing at his head and whining.

When he comes up, his chin is glistening with your release and he leans in to press his lips against yours. You can taste how bitter you are on his lips, and it only serves to make you sigh into his mouth. “Please,” you repeat, “fuck me.”

San arches a perfect brow. “Are you sure? You have just–”

Instead of gracing him with an answer, you pull him in by his shoulders and press your lips insistently against his again. “Now,” you whine and San chuckles, reaching down to stroke his cock, the tip an angry red.

“All right, whatever you want. I live for you.” Without another word, he lines himself up to your dripping pussy and pushes in. “Fuck–” he hisses more to himself than to you before capturing your lips again.

He starts slow, pushing into you carefully, but as your moans rise in pitch into his mouth, his thrusts increase in speed. It’s thick, long, and stretches you so perfectly that you fear you’ll never get enough of it. Your teeth sink into San’s lower lip and you can taste blood before he thrusts into you so perfectly that you squeal into his mouth, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

“God, you’re so fucking big,” you whine, head dropping down as you sink your teeth into his shoulder as well.

San laughs low in his throat, lifting you back off the tub and holding you in the air as his hips meet your ass, the slick noises growing louder and louder. “Filling you up so well, yeah? God, I can feel you moulding so well around me. Built to take me, take my cock until all you can say is my name.”

You nod frantically in agreement. “All yours, San– please, please, please,” you groan into his neck.

“God, you beg so much,” San hums, pleased. “Come on, show me how much you want it. Show your prince how much you love him.” He sits back in the tub, lowering you carefully until you can keep yourself upright on his lap, his length spearing deep inside of you.

It takes you a moment to start moving, San’s teeth working into his lip as he keeps himself from thrusting up into your tight heat. You start by grinding on his lap, but you can’t bring yourself to tease him too much before you fall apart. After not even a minute, you lift yourself and let yourself drop, moaning so loudly you swear everyone in the castle could hear it.

San isn’t faring any better, his hands gripping your waist as his cock twitches inside of you. It doesn’t take long for him to bite into your shoulder and groan as he spills his seed deep inside of you, the warmth filling you up. “Fuck,” you sigh, your body finally relaxing as San’s arms around your waist keep you from collapsing.

It takes a moment for the two of you to finally find the energy to move. When you get up off San’s lap, his come drips out of your sore cunt, and you laugh, shaking your head. “Come on, let’s take a proper bath and get you cleaned up,” you murmur, reaching out and turning the faucet back on. “We still need to deal with…the arrangement from your parents.”

Your voice sours on the last bit and San sighs, leaning over to give you a warm hug. “Please do not worry too much, my love,” he begs. “I will talk with Jongho. He will help us, I promise. He prefers the royal lifestyle more than I do, after all. Will you trust me?”

You bite your lip as you turn to face the man you love. “I always do,” you confirm, smiling softly at the way San’s face lights up. “I’ll follow you anywhere, my prince. My San.”

-

As your two young daughters nap inside, you step onto the porch to wrap your arms around San’s broad shoulders. “Another letter from Jongho?” you hum, pressing your cheek into his soft woollen sweater you had knitted for an anniversary gift. “What did he say this time?”

San lets his head rest upon yours. “He says Mother and Father have gotten over it, and are now just happy I am safe. He still would not tell them where I am, however, and he finds their reactions amusing.” You can hear the smile leak into his voice. “Maybe when my father finally passes his crown on to Jongho, we can let them visit. I would love for them to meet the girls.”

You smile too, tilting your head to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m sure at that point they’ll just be happy you’ve given them grandchildren, Sanah.” You pause. “Thank you.”

San pouts, turning to properly face you. “Now, whatever are you thanking me for?”

Shrugging, you wrap your arms around his trim waist. “For giving all that up for me. I know you must miss them. And it can’t have been easy adjusting to the life I live.”

San quiets you with a gentle touch of his lips against yours. “I miss my parents, yes. I miss Jongho. But this is all I’ve ever wanted.” He pulls you in closer. “I do not wish for you to feel guilty over a choice that I made myself. To me, you’re worth more than a crown.”

[weclassygirl]

deception

⋆˙⟡ sauron x fem!elf!reader (witch) ⟡˙⋆

summary: years pass in Eregion and reader learns how much connected she is with Sauron

warnings: some blood, but none really

word count: 2,2k

author’s note: finally the fun begins. also keep in mind this is a story that spans over hundred of years. enjoy! (previous part -> visions)

It was no secret why you pursued the dark arts in the first place. A forgotten book in your father’s library when you were a child. A child. Who in their right mind would let someone so young to read upon the cursed texts? But what happened could not be undone.

You learned in secret, became obsessive at times, your family believed you to study, to one day become a respected diplomat for the realm. How disappointed they were to hear what you have done from the mouths of others.

Cast out and alone you made your new life. You never saw them again and yet you knew them to be long gone.

It became your solace, powerful and unpredictable but you preferred it that way. You had your days when you tried to leave it behind, stop this pursuit but it always lingered, drew you even more back in.

You look up from under the tree and up into the sky, your hand picks at the skin on your palm unconsciously.

The faint scar on your finger makes you wonder what his intention was. He drew blood that day in the cell and you never questioned, never thought that there may be an intention behind it.

The man you saw in the garden looked nothing like the Sauron you knew, but you heard he could take whatever form he liked.

He survived then. That beam of light was his doing, the pain you felt was his work, but how? You trace the scar and head to the library.

It’s been some time since that day in the forge, the High King has been informed and you’ve been confined to the forge, cleaning rather than creating. Celebrimbor saw with time how quickly the blackened fingertips faded with each good deed and requested for your freedom to be expanded.

There were some Elves who deemed it uncertain of what your time would be like if you started to dwell into Eregion‘s tomes and scrolls. Celebrimbor assured them that it would be supervised. And so you took out every piece of parchment you could find, book and a passage to ensure he did not do it.

You spend a whole evening in the library when you come across it. A short mention but nevertheless clear as day. He planned it, he smiled when you healed the small cut and there was this gnawing feeling within you when he did so.

The black blood looked indistinguishable from the one over your darkened fingertips.

You rush out of the library and the guards barely catch up with you, but let you be as they see you heading to your bed chamber. You lock the door and lean against it, your breathing heavy. Your feet carry you to the bathroom and you rub at your fingertips where the small scar is left, you move so harshly that you draw blood.

It drips down and you stare in horror, black mixed with red.

He bound you… to him.

You’ve heard of rituals involving exchanging blood but for this one you hope he did not speak the vow that sealed it.

“It suits you.” you turn startled to see him standing before you. A shadow this time, almost human like, not the man you saw before.

“Get out of my head.” you snap and storm out of the bathroom, he follows you and leans against the doorframe. You hope there’s no guards outside if they were to hear whatever you would say to a ghost in your mind.

“I told you we’re bound.” his voice is distorted, like a spell cast over it.

You scoff at his words and speak through clenched teeth. “To path to darkness, not to each other.”

“Not yet.” he moves closer.

You step back until your back hits the wall, he’s not truly there but his presence alone makes you move according to his rhythm. “You cannot think I would willingly give myself to you.” it’s a twisted thought and you tip on the axis of whether you want it to come true or not.

“With time, perhaps.”

Your eyes go ever wider. “You’re insane.”

He leans above you and you avoid his gaze as his phantom breath lands next to your ear. “One day, you’ll need me just as I’ll need you.” when he pulls back he looks at you with such adoration. If he were truly here, people would mistake you for lovers.

He’s right though, you will need him. Who wouldn’t want the help of a feared sorcerer? The one person who can show you the craft you so longed to learn.

A knock comes at the door and you tear your gaze from him, he vanishes in your mind and you run your hand down your face. Persistent shadow.

You open the door to a guard. “Lord Celebrimbor wishes to see you.”

You give him a short nod. “I’ll come by the workshop later.” you start to close the door but his spear stops you from doing so.

“He wishes to see you now.” you sigh but follow his lead.

When you walk down to the forge a distinct conversation dies down as you enter. You see Celebrimbor standing with… the High King. You march closer to them, the forge is quiet, the fire crackling in the pit.

“High King.” you give him a nod. It’s been a few hundred years since he sent you to Eregion, you wonder if he comes to judge your progress or to put an end to it.

“Lord Celebrimbor has informed me of your growth in your punishment.” he starts, though his voice sounds as if the words were poison on his tongue. You knew he never took liking to you and you never hid your disdain. His next words make you rethink that perhaps he had a heart after all. “We’ve decided to free you of your confines.”

You stare agape. “What?”

Celebrimbor steps closer. “Your hands are clean, have been for many years now. I believe this could be a start of something new.” he says as he takes your hands in his and cuts the metal around your wrists.

You feel as if a weight has been lifted from your soul, like you can finally breathe. You pinch yourself, this could be another dream, another illusion from Sauron but you feel the sting on your arm.

Gil-Galad comes closer. “This does not mean that you will be less watched. The moment you dip back into your old craft, the archers will kill you without hesitation.” a threat and you see the honesty in it.

“Of course.” you respond. The High King bids goodbye to Celebrimbor and you don’t know whether to feel elated or frightened. You’re free, no more chains to hold you down, after so many years. You look down at your hand and hesitate to conjure up the smallest speckle of light. Celebrimbor notices it.

“Go on.” he encourages you. “I must admit, I’ve never seen a wizard, much less a witch to create something without using a staff.”

You gather the courage and bring up a small mist of light, scattered across your palm. You laugh and your eyes fill with tears.

“Freeing, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” you whisper. You form an orb of light and almost caress it. You close the palm of your hand and the light that illuminated your face fades out in the wind. You feel a presence in the back of your mind but pay it no mind, you turn to Celebrimbor. “Shall we continue with our work?”

He smiles. “We shall.”

Time passes as you become a well-respected Elvensmith of Eregion and in those years you learn to create a perfect illusion of the effects from using dark magic. It didn’t take you long to be pulled back into it, a scroll here and there, you took many notes, crafted your own spells for your needs. Celebrimbor never suspected. Gil-Galad never knew.

And your shadow remained and with time you started to tolerate his presence but still refused to bind yourself completely to him.

You used him as much as he used you. You were his eyes in Eregion whether you liked it or not, you could not avoid it. He was a cunning sorcerer, that much you knew from your time under Morgoth’s and yet you never realized how inventive he could become. You’ve learned more from him than in all your years of studying the craft.

“Focus.” he tells you as you try to form your own illusion over your body. Your bed chamber is quiet, no guards posted outside, the balcony slightly opened to let the fresh air of the night. You pin your attention to your hands, the dark fingertips motionless in the air as they glide over your other hand.

After a moment your hand once youthful and smooth turns wrinkled with speckles of old age. “Good. You listened for once.”

“Believe it or not but your instructions sometimes prove useful.”

“Sometimes?”

You tilt your head at him. “Don’t mock.” your hand returns to its former beauty, the effects of dark magic visible in the comfort of your own chambers.

“You could leave Eregion. The High King has pardoned you, Celebrimbor believes you pose no threat. Why haven’t you?” he asks.

You could, but you needed to stay, you knew he would come here in the future.

“I can bide my time here a bit longer.” you admit. You did not wish to part from Eregion yet, you waited until Greenwood had all but forgotten your name before you could return to the calmness of your cottage. It may take years but you could wait, time was at your side.

You stand up from your spot on the bed and close the journal that lay beside you. You go over to your desk and hide it from any prying eyes. Your spells, your creation, your precious.

“Tread carefully.” he says and you turn to face him. He stands right next to you and you could almost feel his breath on your face. “They may have fallen under your deception but sooner or later you’ll slip.”

You lift your hand, the scar barely visible on your finger. “Then I’ll need you more than ever.” he looks down to your finger and gently takes your hand. Even through the illusion, the shadow you can feel the dulled touch.

“And you claimed you’ll never give yourself willingly.” he teases and raises your hand. You tilt your hand and move your hand further to place it where his cheek would have been. For a moment you think he’ll melt into your touch, a Dark Lord at your mercy. You grab his jaw forcefully and bring it down to you, even as an illusion he complied with whatever you wanted to do with him.

His gaze is unyielding and he smirks. “I won’t. At my deathbed I might, but not before.”

“I can arrange that.” you let go of him and his hand goes over his stubble. “In time, you will beg me to.”

He disappears once again leaving you alone in your chambers. This man… you grunt in annoyance and close the door to the balcony. Your sight lands on the desk, you’ve grown quite irritated at his constant disappearances. You lock the door to your chambers and sit up on the bed, your journal lays before you once more with hopes of mastering the spell once and for all.

You concentrate and lay back on the bed, you close your eyes trying to pin point where he is. You hear the water surrounding him before you see him. He lays there or so you think, below the deck, his eyes open as he senses you. The old man sees him looking around, not aware of your presence.

“Nightmares again? What haunts you so?” the old man asks. It’s then he notices you, you never sought him out that was his task but there in the shadows you stood just like he has before.

“I’ve done evil.” he says while looking at you.

The old man leans closer. “All of us have done things that we care not to admit.”

“Not like I have.” the silence weighs, you dare not to respond. The old man lectures him about choosing good, you scoff. You could never imagine him being in the light, every good act he’s done has been for his own gain. You understand, you’ve done the same.

You come closer and kneel before him. He watches you and when you try to speak to him the words caught up in your throat. He smiles for a moment, such a fleeting expression. You may have learned how to reach him but conveying a message would take time.

His eyes grow wide when he feels the beast beneath the deck and he aims for your head as if to push you down to the side. You disappear from his sight as the water crashes through the boards.

You gasp as you sit up on the bed and your hand flies to your head. You curse under your breath and try to get back to him but you’ve reached your limit.

You’ll have to wait until he reaches out again.

next part -> scheme

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Making Up For Lost Time - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Based on the following two requests:

can we get an enemies to lovers with edmund that has smut in it??

PLEASEE an edmund smut,, preferably something with a risk of getting caught? or not bb i don’t mind- but a lot of dirty talking too 🤭

It's not necessarily enemies to lovers? But I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far.

Summary: You and Edmund are definitely feeling the effects of your arranged marriage.

Warnings: Language, Smut, not proofed!

Female reader

You couldn't take much more of him, nor him you. The both of you knew why the marriage had to happen, Narnia couldn't risk another war, and Calormen was losing resources due to the Great Desert. As a compromise, Peter, Caspian, and Susan met with Prince Rabadash to secure a compromise. A truce between the kingdoms and a new way for the resources to be traded was sealed with the promise of a marriage between you and Edmund.

And neither of you was happy with it.

It didn't help that you had shared chambers either. You and Edmund had asked The High Kings and Queen about a switch in rooms but they only pushed further.

"Imagine what the people would think if the newlyweds weren't sharing a room?" So you were forced to live with him. Fall asleep next to him each night, and wake by his side every morning.

Granted, Edmund wasn't intolerable. He just wasn't tolerable either. He was a handsome man, sure, but that face also came with his quick wit and sharp tongue, two things you'd grown to loathe.

He'd challenge you, yes. But his tone of speech was never rude or condescending. But the biggest thing you hated about him, he was always so charming. So sweet. So fair.

He didn't earn the title of The Just King for nothing. But it just added fuel to the fire.

He'd always let you use the bath chambers first, and never complained or protested when you took longer baths.

He didn't pressure you to do anything on your wedding night. He simply kept to himself, offering you a smile and a "goodnight" from his side of the bed. You had been told what was to come, your mind was full of stories from other women in your life. Horror stories.

"It is ever so painful."

"Not pleasurable at all!"

"I can hardly wait until it's over!"

Needless to say, when your new husband had simply wished you a good night and went to sleep, you were surprised. The next morning you woke by his side, finding it odd that he had barely moved an inch. You were basically in the middle of the large bed, Edmund sleeping soundly on the edge, right where he was the night before. You were gone before he'd woken up.

Edmund never failed to greet you kindly, entering the room quietly just in case you had decided to take a nap. He never raised his voice to you either.

Was he snarky and sassy? Of course. But he had always treated you and your family with kindness and respect. It was insufferable. Sometimes you wished he'd just be rude so you would have a real reason to hate him, aside from the fact that he was your husband but you never seemed to communicate. You had gotten used to the fact that there would never be any sort of friendship, let alone a relationship, between you and Edmund, so you resorted to hating him.

The only time he'd gotten angry with you was when you hadn't returned to the bedroom one evening. Unbeknownst to you, he began searching frantically for you, creating quite a stir in the grand castle, only to find you asleep in the library. He cursed to himself before picking your sleeping form up in his arms and bringing you back to your room.

You woke up that morning in bed, confused at first about your location, but relaxing when you saw Edmund's sleeping form next to you.

As you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom you heard his voice.

"Don't do that again." You froze, turning around. His dark eyes were on yours and he was very much not asleep.

"Do what?" He sat up, giving you a view of his very shirtless torso. You averted your eyes immediately.

"Not come back." Your confusion brought your eyes to him again. His lanky, but well-built frame, was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" He rose from the bed, a hand running through his dark hair. You stare at him while he walks toward you, stopping less than a foot away from you.

"You didn't come back last night. Don't do that again." He brushed your cheek with his hand, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss there too. You could feel your cheeks heating at the proximity. The last time he'd been this close to you was your wedding. He hadn't touched you since then either.

He pulled away quickly, stepping around you.

"Did you bring me back?" You turned your head to face him.

"Yes."

...

That night, there was a ball between the great nations. Narnia was the gracious host to Archenland, the Conglomeration of Nations, Ettinsmoor, and of course, Calormen.

You hadn't seen Edmund since the morning. You had been whisked away by maids to get ready for the celebration. The ball was for you and Edmund, another party after the wedding you guessed.

You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue gown with intricate white floral stitching and lace along the neckline. It was gorgeous. The long sleeves were fitted and the back laced up like a corset. Your hair had been fixed down with small braids throughout as to not disrupt the crown you'd also be adorning for the evening.

Then, you were whisked away to the celebration, the guests awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Edmund was waiting in the corridor, dressed in the same light blue as you, his silver crown on top of his head. He looked very handsome, more so than usual, and suddenly your thoughts were filled with images of you and Edmund dancing together, of Edmund touching you, his large hand on your waist, maybe even his lips on yours.

"M'Lady?"

You blinked, eyes meeting his. What had he just called you?

"Y-yes?"

"I said are you ready to go in?" Your cheeks heated once again and you nodded, looking away from him. He chuckled and then he laced his fingers through yours, effectively making your heart stop.

...

As soon as your introductions were over, you slipped away from Edmund's side. The thoughts kept popping up in your brain. Why did you keep thinking these thoughts? Edmund didn't want to marry you, let alone consummate the marriage, so why did your brain keep doing this? You hid yourself well by the banquet table, keeping away from the crowds.

"Queen Y/N?" You turned at the use of your title, looking at the sheer opposite of your husband. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at you with a dazzling smile. You found yourself preferring Edmund's dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present smirk.

"Hello..."

"I am Prince Cor of Archenland. It is very nice to meet you, M'Lady."

You had to stop yourself from reacting to the name Edmund had called you only an hour before. You'd much preferred it coming from his mouth than Prince Cor. Oh now you'd done it. This poor Prince was trying to make small talk with you and now you were thinking about your husband's mouth? The blush creeping over your cheeks and shoulders was enough for you to shake yourself out of your thoughts.

"It is nice to meet you too, your Highness."

As you and Cor began to make conversation, Edmund's wondering eyes found you. His hand tightened around the goblet he'd been holding and his gaze narrowed.

"Who is that?" He hadn't even noticed he was interrupting his brother.

"Who is who?" Peter replied.

"The bloke flirting with my wife, that's who." Peter held back a laugh.

"Ed, I hardly think Prince Cor would flirt with Y/N, this is your marriage celebration after all. Besides, she wouldn't flirt with someone else so shamelessly."

Edmund wasn't even listening and was halfway across the ballroom before his brother could finish speaking.

"I really do believe that astronomy is one of the most interesting subjects one can learn about-" The Just King interrupted the blonde prince, swiftly interjecting himself into the conversation.

"Hello, My Love." Your face burned at the new name. Then he turned your face to his and kisses your cheek. You could feel your heart in your ears and you looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "May I ask what you and Prince Cor are talking about?" The blonde man looked uncomfortable.

"We were speaking-"

"I believe I asked my wife, not you." Cor lowered his head in a nod in return, quickly and quietly exiting the conversation. If looks could kill, Prince Cor would have been dead on the ballroom floor in mere seconds from Edmund's piercing glare.

You began to slip away from your husband before his strong hand wrapped around your arm and gently tugged you back. His front was lightly pressed against your back, his head lowered so he could speak into your ear.

"And where do you think you're going?" His voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your arm, resting where your shoulder meets your collar bone, visible from the Sabrina neckline of your dress. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

What? Were you dreaming?

"Because it's working, darling."

Edmund's hand grasps yours again and he begins to lead you out of the room, desperate to get you alone. It isn't until you are outside of the boisterous party that you speak.

"Where are we going?" Edmund stops to look around, before ushering you into a corridor adjacent to the party. "Edmund!"

"Shh!" His hand covers your mouth and he presses his front to yours, making sure you are silent and unseen as guests walk past the hall. He looks at you and almost melts at the beautiful, wide eyes looking up at him. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on the wall by your head. You don't even register that the other is on your waist.

You speak gently, making sure your voice is hushed.

"Edmund, why are you jealous?" Your husband takes a deep breath before glancing down the hallway. "Ed?" Your hand timidly reaches up to bring his face back to yours and his eyes widen at the contact.

"You were talking to another man. At the celebration of our wedding."

You had to stifle your shock.

"Edmund, you are my husband, you have no reason to be jealous of a prince from a neighboring kingdom." His lips quirk up a bit.

"How can I not be when you are showing more interest in anyone else but me? I am your husband and you are my wife. I should be by your side tonight." His words are so surprising and you are glad for the wall behind you, and the man in front of you, for the extra support to stand.

"I thought you would want your space."

"Why in Aslan's name would you think that?" You look at him again, taking him in completely, the way he looks in the blue fabric, his dark hair framing his face with that godforsaken crown making him look better than he had a few hours ago. "Y/N, why do you think I wouldn't want to be near you?" His eyes search yours and you blink away, far too flushed under his heavy gaze.

"You haven't ever wanted to before." The words hit him like bricks.

"What?"

The words begin to spill out before you can stop them.

"You always sleep on your side with your back to me, you are always gone when I wake up, I never see you except when you come to get ready for bed, and on our wedding night you didn't..." You push through the embarrassment. "You didn't even touch me. I know this marriage isn't what we had wanted but I thought that maybe we might have been friends-" Edmund cuts off your monologue with a kiss. Your first kiss since your wedding night.

His hand moves from the wall to your neck and the other pulls you to his body, needing to get closer to you.

Your body reacts immediately, melting into the kiss, hands resting on his waist.

It ends too soon, Edmund pulling away first, putting his hand back on the wall while he catches his breath, but the other remained on your waist.

"You think I don't want to be near you?" He stares at you with an incredulous look on his handsome face. The closeness of his face to yours is enough to make you blush, again. "Darling, I haven't..." He takes a moment to breathe, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I didn't touch you that night because I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so bloody drawn to you that I have to sleep on the opposite side of the bed turned away from you so I don't taint your virtue. I leave in the morning because-"

Your hand covers his mouth as another rowdy group of guests wanders by the corridor. You wait for them to leave before speaking again, keeping your hand plastered onto his face.

"So, you don't hate me?"

He shakes his head.

No.

"You never did?"

No.

You remove your hand from his mouth and the two of you just stare at each other. Unmoving. It feels like minutes pass before he covers your mouth with his again.

His hand returns to your neck, pulling you to him once more.

"I'm sorry I ever made you think I didn't want you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife."

"Edmund..." The kind words hit you straight in the heart.

"And now, it seems I have something I have to make up for." His smirk appears and it sends your insides to mush.

"But Edmund I-"

"Shhhh." He smiles, his head dipping to yours. "Don't want to get caught, now do we?" He kisses you again, this one full of heat and passion, the lack of contact between you only adding fuel to the fire.,

Edmund pulls your body flush against his and groans into your mouth. You falter at the glorious sound but he is there to support you

His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbones.

"Edmund... What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time, darling." He grins at you again. "Now be quiet." He kisses you again, his sneaky hands running down your sides to your skirt. He breaks the kiss to look down, his hands pulling the fabric up to your waist.

"Fuck." Your eyes went wide. You'd never heard Edmund use that kind of language before. His eyes lock on yours again.

He looks perfect. He's a king. Your king. Your husband.

"Are you ok with this?" You nod yes multiple times, making him smirk yet again, and then you gasp at the contact of his fingers against your womanhood. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, his muscles tensing at the fact that you are touching him. That he is touching you. His fingers find no resistance due to the effects of his words and his ego grows. You bury your face into his shirt when his fingers slip into you. Though foreign, it is an immensely pleasurable feeling and you can't help but want more.

Then he begins to move them. You push further into him to silence your mouth, the feeling far too wonderful to not have a vocal effect.

But then his thumb brushes on something that makes you let out a loud moan. Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Do you want everyone to know that I'm defiling you in the hallway?"

Oh dear, you're afraid his words combined with whatever he is doing with his fingers are going to kill you.

He repeats the same action but kisses you once more, your moans muffled.

Edmund can tell you are getting close, you've begun to shake, you're gasping into his mouth, and you are practically rutting into his hand. He makes the conscious decision to break the kiss to suck on your neck, covering your mouth with his free hand to silence any escaping sounds. Then, his thumb presses up again and his fingers hook inside of you and you convulse around him.

He is in awe of how gorgeous you are and what he'd just done.

As you catch your breath, your trembling hands find the waistband of his trousers and gently begin unbuttoning them, eager for more. His eyes avert to what you're doing and he curses again. You falter.

"Do-do you want me to stop?" His head shakes back and forth.

"I think I'd die if you did, love."

Edmund begins kissing your neck once again while you free him from the confinement of his tight pants and you gasp. He laughs into your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.

"Don't get shy on me now, darling. You wanted this, right?" You nod and feel him smile into your skin.

He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the side, lining himself up with your lower half.

He halts and you look into his eyes, body shaking in need and anticipation for what you had been so scared of on your wedding night.

With your eyes on his, he pushes into you, stopping when you push against him.

"Are you alright?" His voice is next to your ear.

"Just one second." Edmund waits, trying to distract himself from the way your body is clenching around him. Your small voice brings him back to reality. "Edmund."

"Yes?" You notice the rasp in his voice, the strain in his muscles. To ease him, you follow your instincts and roll your hips against his and his hands grip your hips in response, stifling the moan wanting to leave his throat.

"Fuck. Y/N. You can't do that." It's your turn to smirk. You do it again and he presses your body back into the wall. The soft grip on your hips tightens and his eyes meet yours, blown with lust. Then, they narrow at the smirk on your lips. "Oh, so you think that's funny do you?" He begins to slide out of you and your eyes roll backwards. Then he slams back in.

The moan that escapes your lips sets a fire in him and his hand claps back over your mouth.

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?" He begins to move his hips again, the feeling ten times more wonderful than just his fingers. "Is this what you wanted?" You can barely comprehend his hushed words. "Is that why you were flirting with him? To make me jealous so I'd finally touch you?" His free hand worms its way back to the apex of your thighs, finding that place that made you squirm in no time. "You're lucky I love you." You don't even register his words as you come undone.

Edmund follows behind, pushing into you one last time before falling into you. His breathing is labored and the two of you don't speak while you catch your breath.

"Edmund!" Your heads snap toward the sound of Peter yelling his name.

"Dammnit!" He quickly makes himself presentable and you follow suit, making sure your hair isn't wild and your skirts are back in place. He takes your hand, smiling at you, before leading you back out of the hallway.

"Edmund!" Peter's back was to you.

"Peter, stop yelling, I'm right here!" The High King turns around, a glare present on his face.

"Your guests are wondering where the two of you have been! You disappeared thirty minutes ago! Get back inside, now."

Edmund doesn't reply to his bother, opting for an eye roll instead. Then he turns to you offering you a bow.

"Shall we get back to the celebration, my queen?" You giggle.

"Let's."

...

Peter may have overreacted just a bit because the only people wondering where the two of you had gone was him.

Edmund pulled you to the ballroom floor, his arms draped around your waist. You settled yours around his shoulders with a smile. The rest of the party seemed to disappear as he bent down to place a soft kiss against your lips.

You rest your head against his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"I love you too."

AHHHHH! Y'all I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it. :)

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The Chosen One

Part 2

Writer's Note: Thank you so much to everyone for the love and support on the first instalment of this story. I really wasn't expecting any sort of reception, so all and any feedback is greatly appreciated. There will be more parts to this ever-twisting story, so keep your eyes peeled! Sending all the love X

Warnings: Mild Taunting/Teasing // Mild Fear (nothing descriptive)

Use of She/Her/Lady - Female Pronouns

Part 1

Dark corridors paved the way towards what she could only assume were her new living quarters. Aurelia was cornered by four guards; two front and behind. There was no use in trying to make a run, she decided to accept her fate and trust that the gods would keep her safe and right. The corridors were smoothly paved, the largest tiles she had ever seen in her life. Lined with only the best forms of lighting available in the lands at the time, she could see the corridor stretch and bend for what seemed like miles. Gods, she felt like she had walked to the end of Rome and back already. The guards came to an abrupt stop, which caused Aurelia to walk right into the back of them. She apologised profusely to which she received, “Ma’am please accept my apology for stopping so abruptly. I will ensure it does not happen again.” Aurelia steps back in shock. What happened to these guards who were so ruthless, who now suddenly were so appeasing, and dare she think kind, courteous? Breaking her from her thoughts, the commander of the group announced “Lady Aurelia, your quarters.” He opened the heavy wooden door, and in she walked.

Space. Light. Beautiful scent. Grandeur. Aurelia couldn’t believe her eyes, her breath was genuinely taken away. A young lady stood to the far right side of the room, with a kind look upon her face. “Lady Aurelia, welcome to your chambers. You will find your dressing room to the left, your living quarters to this door on your right, bedchamber right down this hallway,” pointing to her left, “and your bathroom shortly after.” Aurelia can only nod, the young lady notices her hesitance and continues, “My name is Alba. I am to be your servant. Anything you desire my lady, I will try my best to fetch for you. There is another, Camilla, however she is engaged with other palace matters. You will meet her shortly.” Aurelia stepped further into the room to acknowledge the grandeur of the hall. The curtains fell from the ceilings, which seemed to stand at about 20ft tall. The floors, appeared to be marble and glistened in the sun. The smell, of sweet lavender filled the air. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath and thought of home. Ah, home. She thought of her mother and her father, and her two brothers. Worried for their wellbeing and worried for their concern of her. Again, her thoughts interrupted by Alba, “Lady Aurelia, may I recommend seeing to bathe and change into something else. Emperor Geta has requested your presence at this evening’s dinner gala in a bid to celebrate your triumphant news. No doubt he will wish to see you well.” Finally, she speaks, “Yes, that sounds lovely.”

The bath was decorated in gold embellishment, with rose petals littering the water. The water was milky with comforting salts and had a beautiful aroma. Aurelia had never known of such graces. Alba was going to assist her with disrobing; however, Aurelia asked her kindly if she could bathe on her own. Alba reluctantly agreed, stating that she wishes for Aurelia to not lift a finger, to which Aurelia laughs stating, “Alba, I appreciate your diligence however, where I am from, this washing ceremony is of great luxury and a privilege to do so myself. I thank you for your attentiveness.” Alba nods, “As you wish my lady. I am just outside should you need me.” Alba gently closes the door behind her, and Aurelia makes her way over to the huge mirror. She took in her appearance one last time, no doubt the Emperor had some grand plans for a great makeover for her to complete to be worthy to stand next to him. She picked at her plain tunic and looked into her own eyes. She was pretty. Her eyes, piercing blue could be mistaken for a bright summer’s day. Her hair a dusty brown verging on dark, dirty blonde. She certainly wasn’t skinny, the gods had blessed her with sufficient curving to her body to make her shapely. She just prayed that Geta didn’t regret his decision and saw something in her that she clearly didn’t. Dusting herself off, she disrobed and launched into the temperate bath, sighing in relief – what a treat for her heavy, weary bones.

Once she was ready, she made her way to the hall, where Alba met her to bring her to her dressing room. Upon entering, the entire room was filled wall to wall with every item of clothing a body could ever desire, every type of colour, shape, length. There was an entire section dedicated to accessories, as well as a section for footwear. Aurelia couldn’t believe her eyes. “Lady Aurelia, Empero-”, Alba begins but is interrupted by Aurelia, “Please just call me Aurelia.” Alba nods, “Aurelia, Emperor Geta has handpicked your clothing for the dinner this evening, including your accessories.” Alba runs to fetch the items. She hangs a beautiful baby pink robe, adorned with light gold embellishment with fine rope dangling from the waist and arm. She lays out a pair of gold sandals, as well as golden chain earrings, and a gold choker. Alba ushers Aurelia to come closer and begins to dress her assignment. Once all is on, she places her hand on Aurelia’s back to send her to the dressing chair, where she begins to work on her hair. She ties tiny braids on either side and brings them together to form a crown-esque look around her head. Alba applied face cream and a light blush to Aurelia’s soft cheeks, as well as concentrate perfume to all her pressure points. Aurelia admires herself in the mirror once Alba has finished her handiwork. She was taken-a-back. This was the first she had ever seen herself dressed to such a degree. Alba stepped back and sighed, “Aurelia, you really are quite beautiful.” Aurelia blushed in response, and told her “Alba, please. The work was all your doing. I should be thanking you for your kindest efforts!” Alba let out a mild chuckle, and ushers her to the door, “Let us leave and join your betrothed, we do not wish to keep him waiting.”

Aurelia entered the banqueting hall and sees everyone already seated. She stalled. Geta looks up, Aurelia could almost swear she saw a look of sheer surprise before his usual cloud of animosity overtook, he announced, “Ah, here she is… finally! Sit woman so we can begin our festivities.” She hurriedly made her way to the spare seat next to Geta. He appeared to stare her up and down before discreetly whispering, “Everything to your taste so far?” Aurelia, mouth dry, replied “Yes, my Emperor, everything and more.” In a half snuff, he replied “And the dress? Gold appears to be your calling card.” Looking down she stated, “Yes, Sire it is everything I could have wished for. Gods have not seen more beautiful clothing. Thank you.” Geta replied with a short “hm” before clinking his glass;

“People, dear Brother, Mater. I present to you all, my soon to be wife, Aurelia. We must plan efficiently as we are to be betrothed this day week. Feast in celebration, praise Rome!”

Everyone lifted their glasses in cheers, including Aurelia, who attempted to clink with Geta. Their hands brushed and she wore she felt some sort of electricity pulsing through her. She caught sight of Geta’s features and saw he must have felt something also. With a clear of his throat, he announces, “Begin!”. He sits promptly in his chair, while servants begin to start their rounds of ensuring wine glasses were flowing and plates full. In all of the rush, Aurelia did not notice who sat to her right was none other than Caracalla. She felt a tap on her shoulder when she was met by his brightly painted face. When she turned to face him, she could feel Geta’s stare into her shoulder blades. “So then Aurelia, I take it you have accustomed yourself to the delights the palace has to offer.” She began to speak, but was cut off by Caracalla again, “I trust my brother has told you of his plans with you.”

“Excuse me?”

“The plans? Geta! Gods, please keep your dog up to date. Well, you see, we share everything. We share a mother, kindly. We share a home, spectacular. We even share our title, gracious. So, what’s one more to add but to share a lover? You.”

Aurelia could have fainted on the spot. Geta was crass and he was cutting, but Caracalla was on another level.

“I-I-I don’t understand?”

“Okay, allow me to spell it out for you. My brother will have you say 4 nights, and I 3? Oh it truly will be-”

“Caracalla, enough of your taunting and teasing. Aurelia, take no heed. He is merely trying to make a fool of you”

“Brother! Allow me to play with your new toy. It is exhausting being so boring all the time, must we rid ourselves of any fun?!”

Aurelia feels like a child caught in crossfire. Relieved in a sense that Caracalla was joking, but feeling increasingly uneasy as she can feel Geta becoming annoyed.

“Caracalla, enough.”

“Brother, here you are ripping ourselves of our pleasures.” Caracalla rises from his chair to meet his brother’s gaze. “We could see to make this one really squirm. She’s so pathetic, she would just take it all and say nothing. We could really go to to-”

“ENOUGH! Brother, apologise to her immediately.” Geta was enraged. The hall came to silence, “NOW CARACALLA!” Veins popped out of the Emperor’s neck, with his face flushing a fiery red.

Caracalla made his way back to his seat, sniggering. The hall refilling with sound once more.

 “Who would have known love could make you go so limp, brother.” He teased under his breath.

Geta’s gaze never lifted from Caracalla’s head, waiting for him to apologise. Leaning in, Caracalla began “Forgive me Aurelia, I was such a bad boy. I didn’t mean any of it.” clearly telling that his apology was as insincere as they come.

Aurelia lifted her head, and smiled ignoring the sarcasm of it all, “All is well Emperor Caracalla, thank you for your kindness.”

Geta shifted to sit in his seat, while Aurelia turned and mouthed a small “Thank you” to him. He curtly nodded his head and returned to his wine glass. Caracalla leaned over to Aurelia, “Just because he stopped me this time, doesn’t mean I won’t try again.” Aurelia stiffened. There really was something so very, very sinister about Caracalla. What had she ever done to deserve this torment? She returned to drinking her wine as per her betrothed and took in the scenes before her, wishing the evening would end so she could retire to her chambers.

“Would you like introductions?” Geta asked, not daring look at her, but startling Aurelia. “Please?” She asked, wanting to know more about her new life.

“Lady on the end? That’s Lucilla. Her brother was the great Commodus. He was brutally slain in the Colosseum. A great Emperor of his time. She may do well to speak with you. Pass on some knowledge.” Aurelia nods.

“Gentleman next to her? That’s Marcus Acacius. Great commander and army chief of Rome. A warrior on the battlefield. Continually makes triumphant wins for our empire. A true blood of Roman ethos. Also, Lucilla’s lover – if you could call it that.”

With a touch of confidence, Aurelia said, “I like his baldric.” Geta looks at her intently, “Yes, it is rather nice, isn’t it?”

“Next to him, is Senator Gracchus. One of the leads of the Senate – in other words, a right pain in my backside.” Aurelia lets a giggle escape, but quickly sobers up. “My Emperor, forgive me, I apologise I did not intend to laugh.” Geta just smirks down at her and continues on with his explanations.

Whilst she couldn’t pinpoint, she felt comfort in Geta’s explanations. His dulcet tones when he spoke seemed to calm her nerves ever so slightly. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt in her bones that potentially this may not have been the worst outcome for her life.

However, what was to lie ahead, was anyone’s guess…

Part 3

[the-fiction-witch]

Lost

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 18 + blood/ pregnancy/ child loss/ Word Count - 2052

Jacaerys strode restlessly through the ancient halls of Dragonstone, his mind consumed with frustration and impatience. He longed to ride to Harrenhal and confront Daemon, to march to King's Landing and vanquish the Greens in their lofty towers, or to simply flee to any remote corner of the realm. However, a sense of duty and responsibility kept him tethered to the island fortress.

Finally, arriving back at his chambers, he closed the heavy wooden door behind him with a resounding thud. With a deep breath, he unburdened himself of his sword, carefully laying it aside. As he let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fell upon a sight that brought a moment of respite to his troubled mind.

Y/n sat comfortably in bed, leaning against the headboard. Her long hair was intricately braided and wrapped around her head, with stockings pulled high up her legs. She wore a cozy nightie that hugged her belly, which was visibly swollen. As she immersed herself in a book, she rested it gently on her protruding belly while engrossed in her reading.

Jacaerys found it impossible not to smile, “How is it you look so perfect?” He asked, as he came over resting a hand on her cheek and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “I could devour you, you look so sweet and succulent.”

Y/n giggled and put her book away,

Jacaerys eagerly climbed into the bed with her, “How is he?”

“Kicking away,” she smiled, “But he’s calm down now he knows his daddy’s here,”

“Awww… He missed me?” he cooed stroking her bump, “I missed you too sweet boy,” He leaned down, feeling the soft curve of her bump, and tenderly placed a gentle kiss on her belly. Resting his head against her, he closed his eyes and listened to the rhythmic movements and gentle kicks of their unborn baby, feeling a deep sense of connection and love.

Y/n smiled and stroked her hand through his dark curls, “Have you had any more thoughts?”

“Humm… Well, there are a lot of nice family names.” he cooed, “Or we could have something all our own, it's whatever my wife wants.”

“Well, maybe we should have another little Jacaerys,” She cooed,

“Perhaps,” He chuckled, “But I don’t mind what we name the baby,”

“Alright, we have plenty of time to think,” she smiled,

“We do, come here my darling.” He cooed as he kissed her bump one more time and then he leaned up to give her lips a soft tender kiss. “And how are you? Everyone asks all days about the babe, yet no one attends to you,” he cooed,

“I am fine Jacaerys, I feel perfect,”

He nodded, “That is good news.” He smiled, “Now come here, let me cuddle my wife all night tonight,”

“Of course, you can,” she chuckled,

Jacaerys concluded yet another unproductive council meeting, feeling the weight of frustration settled upon his shoulders. As he made his way back to his chambers, he found respite in the thought of holding Y/n close, her gentle presence easing his worries. Upon entering his chambers, he closed the door behind him and carefully set down his sword, expecting to find comfort in the warmth of his surroundings. However, as the door latched shut, an unsettling chill crept down his spine, he knew something was wrong.

The chambers exuded a chilling darkness, devoid of any comforting flicker of firelight. A sharp, metallic tang hung in the air, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. From the depths of the chamber, faint but haunting cries reached his ears, causing a shiver to run down his spine. His heart plummeted to his feet, a wave of sorrow threatening to overwhelm him as tears welled in his eyes. Desperately, he held on to a glimmer of hope, silently pleading to the powers that be that this nightmare wasn't real, that his worst fears were not coming true. However, each passing moment only deepened his dread, painting a darker picture of the situation.

He hesitantly approached the door to their bathroom, feeling an inexplicable sense of dread. Although he resisted, his feet seemed to move of their own accord. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, and a shiver ran down his spine as he beheld the horrifying scene that greeted him.

Y/n knelt hunched over on the cold stone floor, her nightie pulled up around her waist, her hair falling from her braids, tears streaking down her face, blood coating her legs, and hands, blood spilt out all over the floor. She was shaking and trembling as she tried to clean the blood with her hands.

“Y/n…” He gasped as tears trickled down his cheeks,

“Baby… baby…Our baby…” she muttered between tears,

“Y/n please,” Jacaerys went over and fell to his knees beside her,

“Our baby… our poor baby…” she cried hystiericly,

“I know Y/n, I know.” he cried, “Our poor baby…”

As she lay on the floor, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't stop the screams of anguish and despair from escaping her lips. It felt like an eternity, but Jacaerys held her tightly in his arms, his own tears mixing with hers as they both grappled with the overwhelming grief of their loss.

Jacaerys gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her close as he carried her to the soft, welcoming embrace of the bed. With tender care, he cleansed her wounds and ensured her comfort, adjusting the pillows and blankets until she was at ease. Anxiously, he summoned the Maester to attend to her, never straying from her side, his unwavering presence a silent promise of steadfast devotion.Y/n was fine but the baby was lost. As he watched her silently weep against the soft, white pillows of their bed, he couldn't help but feel a heavy weight in his heart. After the Maester had left the room, Jacaerys tenderly climbed into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pressing his lips to her shoulder, offering silent comfort in the midst of her tears.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…”

“Our poor baby…”

“I know, I know. It’s okay.”

“This is the fourth time…” she whined,

“I know, it’s okay.” he nodded,

“Are you-”

“No, I’m not angry, I promise you I’m not angry.” he cooed, “It’s not your fault Y/n,”

“What… what if I can’t…”

Silence hummed between them for a moment,

“Don’t worry about things like that-”

“But what if I can’t. This is our fourth little baby… and I never even got to hold a single one.”

“I know, I’m so sorry my love.” he softly cried, “It’s okay, no matter what I still love you.”

“We have to have a baby… you are your mother’s heir… heir to the throne we-”

“I have siblings, We do not have to have children if you do not want to. If it hurts you. If you don’t want to try again we don’t have to.” he cooed kissing her softly on the cheek, “But don’t think about all that now… just rest. And I’ll be here with you for as long as you need me.”

“Thank you, Jace…”

“You’re welcome Y/n, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she sniffled,

“Just rest, I’ll be by your side every moment you need me.”

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KIDD; queen!name x knight captain!kidd

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dialogue: "it'd be unbecoming for the captain of my knights to get caught sneaking out of my chambers at dawn, is it not?"

warning/s: nsfw🔞 (mild but seggs still mentioned), afab reader, royalty au, angst (this was pretty mild) w/ happy ending, arranged marriage

"mornin'." you hear him mutter on your skin, his warm breath and wet lips pulling you awake. you flutter your eyes open, turning to your side to face him.

"what time is it?" you stretched on the bed, whining as you felt your lower half be quite sore. he sat up reaching for the clock on your side of the table to flip it up.

"a little more and i'll get caught by your maids. guess i better go, aye?" he placed a light kiss on your temples before hopping out of your thick blankets. only to be pulled by you back to the bed, mewling on his frame as your lips searched for his face and reached for a kiss.

"that so?" you mumbled with a smile before connecting your lips with him. he grinned through it as well, placing his arm beside your head so he could prop himself up. because he couldn't bring himself to latch off you, especially with your tugs on his locks.

"hm? this is new, her majesty's all clingy." he teased, biting playfully on your lower lip. "usually you throw me out soon as you open your eyes. 's the matter? did i do that great last night?"

"you were extraordinary, captain." you played into his jokes, laughing subtly with him as you let him go and sat up to stretch your arms.

"but really, i must go. mornin' trainin' for your knights. plus, i could use a lotta breakfast. i'm all used up from last night." he placed one last kiss on your shoulder before finally getting off your massive bed. you hummed in agreement.

"it'd be unbecoming for the captain of my knights to get caught sneaking out of my chambers at dawn, is it not?"

he looked over his shoulder as he stopped midway while slipping into his sleepwear. "have i woke up on the wrong side of the bed or are you eager to have me back in there with ya?" he laughed a little, puzzled at your response.

"have you back in here? oh captain, i'd rather have your ass in the barracks, straightening up my military. can't have my country in the least bit vulnerable." you dismissed, getting off the bed to fetch your robe since your sleepwear was quite literally translucent. plus, mornings were really cold.

"sounds like you're gonna miss me, though?" he snaked an arm around you, biting the neckline of your robe as an attempt to take it off and start something to somewhat alleviate the tent in his pants as he saw you got out of the bed.

you smiled leaning into his touch for a moment but opted to latch off of him as a means to not get carried away like you always do. you turned to your side only to have you trapped in his embrace. you kissed each other, small pecks with playful smiles and grabby hands.

"miss? i think that's more on you than me." you finally latched yourself off of him, excusing yourself to the bathroom. "maids arrive at 6, i think you have 10 more seconds."

kidd heard the routinely glide of the wheels down the halls, signaling your tray of breakfast is just around the corner. he gave you one last grin before sneaking off the window where he usually goes when he slept a little to much with you. you hear him fall down by the bushes, its rustles giving you giggles simultaneous with the arrival of your breakfast.

and that's how it usually goes with him. he crawls into your bed at evening, all worn out from training and his captainly duties. wounds fresh and grime and sweat sticking on his snowy skin. you'd be lying on the bed in your sleepwear, expecting his arrival as you eyed him up and down with his usual armor discarded.

during those nights, you weren't the queen nor was he captain of the royal knights. you two are lovers with your limbs intertwined, skin sweaty against each other's lips. you'd be one in your sheets, fucking till dawn and drawing stories about your walks on life. all the while, skin on skin against one another as one of you rubs figures on the span of the other's torso.

but it never went past that. only when the sun sleeps and the moon remains is when you love each other. it's bitter yet sweet, those nights were something to look forward to. it was a regular thing. outside of your chambers, you two are nothing but a part of the nation's government. neither of you really confronted the burning question that is your relationship.

yet when he was called on for council on your arranged marriage to your allied country, his heart had dropped.

he arrived late, but he met your eyes as you sat by the head of the table from across the room. eyes darting on the handsome bastard holding your hand. you had a perturbed face, as if very uncomfortable at his arrival or was it the jackass feeling you up?

but kidd knew one thing, that shit hurted. he knew it would happen eventually, a queen shall need a king and be bethroted. never had he thought he'd see it so soon. but what right does a mere knight have?

"what kept you, captain?" one of the nobles of the crown had comically asked the frazzled captain.

"took out a few maniacs in town, pardon me for disturbing your little tea party here. carry on." he cleared his throat, excusing himself to a seat far from you that was reserved for his position. it was nothing sort of unusual for the captain to have such a caustic approach, so everyone rolled it off as a chuckle.

but not you. he had a bitter gaze on you. his fingertips grazing the handle of the teacup prepared for him as he anxiously listened in the council.

"her majesty is set to be wed with the prince of the west blue a week from now, i think it's safe to say that preparations must be underway." one bloke started while the others agreed with him.

"i'm elated to announce that my kingdom has already planned ahead for the royal wedding. i hope it's not too forward for you, my queen, to say that the wedding shall occur on west blue?" the handsome nitwit suggested, a foolish smile on his face as he consulted you. oh it irked you.

before you could open your mouth and cause problems, kidd had done it for you. like he usually does in saving your ass multiple times. "it is forward. having the marriage on west blue is asking for too much, seeing that a queen must stay at her territory." he interjected, voice firm as he held eye contact with the clueless fool that is your fianceé. "moreover, suggesting a queen leave her country and possibly put the country in danger is unfavorable for the south." he continued, "your royal highness." he added with a cutting tone, almost against his will.

sensing the tension, one of the council members stepped in. "oh i assume the prince just wants to welcome her majesty to the west? a little customary for the bride, perhaps?" the fool was too stunned at kidd's response to even agree.

"you're the captain of the south's knights, are you?" the prince stepped in, gesturing to kidd who had a sharp but subtle glare at him. "would you be so valiant in taking charge for the south, then? i'm sure her majesty would love a day off, especially on her wedding day."

"somethin' so unique about you that you want to decide everything for her majesty now, aye? your royal highness."

it was stifling. the atmosphere is thick you had to adjust your corset. he and the prince were in a sort of staring contest. kidd had a smirk, a grin as if he was so proud of himself for unobtrusively embarrassing the prince. the poor thing was fuming and had his fists tight on his lap.

"enough. give me time to think. although, kidd is right. abandoning my country even for a day is something i never will voluntary do." you asserted, and order was established once more. "i appreciate the gesture, your royal highness. but i must honor my post here. save your preparations, though? wouldn't want it to go to waste." you ended with a kind, bitter smile.

the bastard had a half-assed smile to you, looking back at kidd like he won. when in fact, he lost. and kidd made you feel that ticklish sensation once more, like a flame scorching on your stomach.

as soon as everyone started getting up to leave, you spoke amidst the shuffling of clothes. "not you, captain. i'd like to have a word."

the prince snickered, an annoying tug on his lips as he bumped shoulders on his way out with kidd. somewhat rejoicing at what you declared.

kidd looked at you pissed. hollowing his cheeks as he sauntered towards you and raised a brow. he sat down at the edge of the table nearest to you, waiting for you to berate him.

"gonna punish me for snarkin' at that pompous arse? the hell do you want me to do? dally about while he-" you stood up and grabbed him at the back of his neck to kiss him before he carried on with his protests. he grinned through the kiss, hands flying to untie your corset. but you pulled away, feeling his advances.

"that was so attractive." you wiped off your smudged lipstick. "but dare do that again and i'll have you in the pit with no food." you hit his head lightly.

"tch. you seriously gonna marry that, pillock? he's a bag of shit." he crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "it ain't too late to cut off his head, i'll do the honors."

"yes, i know you don't like him. neither do i." you sat back down, defeated on your chair. "you know why i got to though. west relations are looking weak, especially border conflicts." you rubbed your temples, sighing as you recall the tireless meetings you have to sit through.

"want to put that stress to somethin' else?" he suggested, getting closer to you. only to get pushed away with a weak laugh.

"get back to work, you insatiable bloke."

the rest of the day passed as usual. stolen glances across the large windows as he looks up at you from the barracks and you over the balcony of your towers.

but when evening came and kidd hadn't seen you enter your chambers, he found it strange. he was half-expecting for you two to continue your nightly adventures since he finished with his duties early. it's already past 10 and you're still gone.

he started asking the maids but they have claimed that you were in the dining room with that prince who refused to get back to his country if he hadn't had dinner and wine with the queen. sounds like a bastard with plans, bad ones.

in the nick of time before you finish the whole bottle of wine you clutched close to your chest, staining your dress, kidd had already snatched it off your hands.

"oh, hello captain." you smiled, waving at him. clearly inebriated.

"your father told me to fetch you, your majesty." kidd placed the bottle down, eyeing the prince who was getting a little to comfortable with you.

"didn't know a knight is needed for a quaint dinner with the future king."

"think it does. especially when the queen is half out of her mind. your royal highness."

if it wasn't for you vomiting on the prince's clothes, they wouldn't physically stop barking at each other. the prince exclaimed in disgust, shaking of his arm with a sour face. all kidd could display was a grin as he gloat with the misfortune of the prince.

"father's orders." he smiled wryly, carrying you bridal style. honestly he'd manhandle your frame across his shoulders easily but he knew carrying you like this would piss the prince off more.

"you're one damn meddly knight, are you not? tch, you'll serve me in no time, remember that." the prince bit off as more of a threat than a statement. it made the vein on kidd's forehead twitch.

"tell you what, your royal fucking highness. if it's the queen, i'm in no damn business to screw around. especially with a crapheaded jackass like you, i am in no way ever leaving the queen in your hands. i have the authority and guarantee of her protection. a foppish like you is but an embarrassment." he said through gritted teeth, towering over him with you on his arms. "so i will meddle however the fuck i want."

"you're just a bloody lowborn with heaps of metal and a preposterous title. you're all bark. you dare speak to the prince that way? besides, how is it any of your bloody business what we do? she's gonna be bethroted to me, i'll have no need for permission on what i shall do to her."

oh kidd has had enough. kidd placed you down back on your chair before throwing in a punch at the prince, who was instantly knocked out upon his impact. his eye brusing and nose gushing out blood as he coughed nonstop, rolling on the floor as he gasped for air. how embarrassing.

without looking back, kidd carried you back to his chambers. he knows the consequences; the nation and you. you'd be the most disappointed to him above all. but he's undeterred, especially when it comes to you. who knows what could've happened if he hadn't came?

kidd placed you down your bed. he wet a towel by your sink to wipe off your chin and cheeks with vomit residue as you snored to dreamland.

"i'd get an earful from you when you open your bloody eyes, won't i?" he snickered, dabbing the cloth gently as he admired how you look from the faint lantern on your bedside table.

"you fucking what?!"

"he got on my nerves. that prince has got a foul fuckin' mouth. he's got dirty little plans for you, name." he sat bashfully down the bed as you paced around the room.

"why would you punch the prince?! he hasn't woken up! what if they throw arms against south?! this is what frustrates me the most about you kidd, you act without fucking thinking!" you bit at your nails, going uneasy as a thousand other scenarios of chaos appeared in your mind.

"i half expected a nagging but a thank you would be nice." he shrugged, running his fingers through his hair.

"a thank you?! for starting a war?!" you look at him baffled such a thing would cross his mind after what he did.

"it won't be a war. the prince is way too head over heels for you. and they're outnumbered, south has got allies and all they've got are tanks."

"is this about the matrimony? are you so against it that you have to cause an international chaos?" you pushed him by the shoulders and he loosely budged, letting you hurt him a little.

kidd was hesitant to answer. he always was about your relationship. he feels possessive towards you even though you just keep your beds warm, make momentary love. he's well aware that it's only up to that point. he's a lowborn and you're a queen. that much is more than enough to tell you two will never be a thing.

"you know what? take a week off, kidd. i'll have to suspend your duties. killer will take charge. it's best if you don't attend the wedding." you sat on the other side of the bed in defeat, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"what the fuck, name?"

"oh you have no right to violently react after you beat my fianceé up."

the tension was tight. glares and nostrils fuming at the quick exchange of ill intent. this was more than just a banter, it's turning into a fight. and the two of you know better than to keep it going. but it's going to explode in kidd's chest, it's only a matter of time before everything spills out.

but orders are orders. and kidd has never refused an order from you. he spitefully left, armor clanking in chorus with the vein twitching in his forehead. at this point, he wanted to beat the shit out of that prince more.

"...k-kidd, wait." you hesitated, second guessing if you really should. kidd stopped in his tracks.

"this is the only way, yeah? i get that. 's always been like that. royal bullshit, aye?"he said without turning around. you can hear the pain in his voice but it did not waver, his tone was just a bit scorned. "it's all for the damn crown."

a lot of time has passed now and it's the longest that had gone by without you two speaking to each other. tomorrow is your wedding day and you wanted one last chance to see kidd because you hadn't seen him since then.

but it's only a matter of time before your selfishness prevails. you were suffocating with the thought of not seeing him. to push through with this marriage. so you went out at night to see him.

and just when things could get any more unfortunate, rain started pouring and you got wet. after you took your time fixing yourself up for him, just to get drenched on your way.

and when you're finally there, there was a long time where you just stood in front of the door of his house. your hand hanging as you hesitated to knock. you kept getting drenched. shivering as you reluctantly tried knocking and facing him. then you just said fuck it.

"it's this fuckin' late, is it that imp-" he had his shirt off and his pants loose, his hair disheveled like he just got off the bed.

yet all this time of thinking and being alone to yourself, you couldn't say a single word to him. all you could muster was the tears flowing down your already damp cheeks. your lips quivering, begging to say anything, just anything at all.

before you could finally speak, kidd pulled you by the wrist with one hand while the other on the back of your neck. "are you fuckin' nuts? you wanna get a fever before you get married?" he mumbled to you, embracing tight as you sobbed on his chest with a tight hug on his waist.

he reached behind you to shut his door and it got quiet. his heartbeat dominated your senses, which was ultimately as fast as yours. you kept muttering sorries.

"don't. your eyes'll be swollen for your wedding." he said yet he kept brushing your hair, palm sweeping down the strands of your hair. "you'd hate that, aye?"

you sniffled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. trying to get a hold of yourself.

"it's damn near midnight. ain't the castle lookin' for you?" he let you go, fetching a blanket from his couch to dry up your hair and cover you up.

but you don't know what came over you. somehow your restraints came off and you threw yourself to him, connecting your lips with him. was it his warmth? was it the yearning for several days? or was it the way he looked at you with the same eyes he usually does under the dim light of your chambers?

and he was guilty too, he was hungry for you. he got to work to helping you wiggle off your clothes, carrying you as he wrapped your legs around his waist. he grinned in your lips before slamming you down his bed. "came all this way 'ere for a fuck? never thought the queen would-"

"shut up." you grabbed the back of his neck to kiss him again. you don't wanna hear it, you want him in you already.

it's that void he left when you dismissed him. you must've mistook it for the itch of him every night. but really, you wanted him close. you want to feel the warmth of skin as he pushed your waist towards his scarred torso. the feel of his wet lips on your mounds as you pushed his head further to your chest. you never want to let his hand go when he intertwined his fingers with yours and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

when you exchanged breaths as he slides himself in, your fingernails grazing on his back when he completely pushed himself in. he pressed foreheads with you before bucking his hips, smiling as you tried stifling a moan.

and it went on for hours. until the bed creaked. until the mattress was damp. until your voice croaked his name an uncountable number of times. until you two lost stamina from being sex-starved idiots.

"i love you, kidd." you said as you lie naked in his sheets, wrapped up in his arms and blanket. you two had just finished. your foreheads sweaty and your limbs tired.

kidd's head snapped to the side to look at you, completely shocked at your sudden statement as you looked earnestly into his eyes.

"tch, beat me too it." he placed his arm behind his head as you snuggled to him. "i long for you the most, my queen."

"i'm sorry." you chuckled bitterly, looking up at him. "i should leave by dawn."

kidd reached down for a kiss, smiling on your lips before kissing on your nose. "instead of saying sorry, you still have until your deadline. your majesty."

you left when he was still sleeping. soundly as he snuggled up to you. you shook off his grip, picked up your clothes, gave him one last kiss on his forehead, and left his house before the sun rose.

but he was awake the entire time. it took everything in him to not stop you and pull you back to bed. the fading of your warmth and cologne left him hollow and cold. he sat up after you left, watching you cautiously make your way back to the castle. seeing the love of his life go. he couldn't go back to sleep after and popped open a bottle of scotch.

you stand before a mirror. the compliments given to you by the maids remained dulled by your ears, as you saw nothing but a lone rose encaged in a glass. what was once a dream you fantasized with the man who once seized your heart, was now a fleeting moment for a bride such as yourself.

"you sure about this, name?" your father mumbled to you as you waited for the entourage to finish and the church doors to open.

you looked at him with a shocked look, eyes dull as you alternated between your father's knowing ones.

"you know what kidd told me when you two were young? too young to know the difference between the two of you." he started, holding your shoulders so you're facing him. "he said that one day, he'd be the one waiting down there for you."

you dropped your bouquet of tulips, almost shaken at what your dad said. "he did?"

he nodded. "and he plans on staying true to his promise." he gestured to the back, asking you to look behind you.

"i ain't plannin' to just be your captain, name. i've got to fuckin' marry you."

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[lucysarah-c]

I would like you very much to talk about the girlfriend effect on Levi's fashion

The man has zero sense on it it's actually hurt

The way I squealed when I read this ask. I was like that TikTok sound of “OH MY GOODNESSI LOVE THIS QUESTION! I THINK..!”

*Deep sigh* Anon, you're absolutely right; it's time we face the truth about Levi's sense of style – it's hideous. Have you witnessed those panels of him in the Uprising arc with a T-shirt on top of a long-sleeve shirt? I mean, seriously, it's like, "You're lucky I adore you, Levi…"

Now, let's establish some basics. We can't delve into the "girlfriend effect" without first acknowledging Levi's life as a man. I hate to break it to many of us, but Levi is, indeed, a man – raised by Kenny, no less. Levi values cleanliness and practicality. To sum up Levi's approach to broad topics: cheap, pragmatic, and straightforward. The only exceptions to this rule are tea and cleaning. Levi grew up in poverty, so he won't waste a single penny on face cream, even if you harass him. As an example, there's a "game" that was only available, I believe, in Japan, that had side stories, and Levi literally told Erwin he wasted too much money on "pointless" stuff like hair pomade…

Levi doesn't buy much furniture, treats for his body, clothes – anything, really. I'd even venture to say he might get some of his clothes from donations. He saves his money for tea… and tea sets.

And here's where the girlfriend comes into the picture. It starts subtly; she spends a night in his personal chambers and suggests bringing in new pillows, curtains, furniture, scented candles, and bathroom appliances for her stuff. Then the full transformation happens.

Levi, pale as ever, refuses to wear sunscreen like any man would. “I'm trying to look after you!" she would insist while running her hand through his face; he's not pleased. He hates the sticky feeling, but it's just the beginning. He pretends to dislike it, but he falls asleep so easily when his face is on her legs, and she's giving him a face massage with a full face glam, mask, and gua sha.

"You have to use it like this, against the hair movement, to create volume so your hair doesn't stick to your scalp," she says, applying molding wax to his hair to give it more volume. Skincare routine? Check. Lip balms? Check. Hairstyles? Check. Personal chambers now looking comfy and homey? Double-check.

And finally, the clothes. He's against it at first, always in uniform, so why bother? But she explains how proportions and colors can make him look taller, and he's tempted to tell her he doesn't care. However, her puppy eyes beg him to wear what she chose.

The result? Levi, who once dressed like a pre-teen from the 2000s, transforms into a model. The LOOKS? He goes out with the vets for a few beers on a day off, and MPs are turning around; even Erwin is surprised. He's supposed to be the high maintenance of the group, not Levi! This transformation becomes the main giveaway that Levi is dating. Glowing skin, glass-like complexion, perfectly cut and smooth hair with ideal volume.

The cherry on top? Suddenly, he's taking days off, going out more, and knows a lot about which restaurants are "not that bad," all while dressing like a Vogue cover.

The only disadvantage? Now he has his pockets full of lip glosses, napkins, hand cream, etc. Women's clothes don't have pockets. How is he supposed to explain to the MPs when they ask for a pen, and he pulls out a pink, glittery lip gloss from his pocket? Not everything is an upside.

I ADORED this question! I hope the answer is somehow what you had in mind! Thank you so so much for sending this.

I hope you and your loved ones are doing great today and stay safe!

Lots of love!

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[littlest-w01f]

Handmaid

Neris x Maid Reader

NESTA MASTERLIST

ERIS MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Nesta and Eris married years ago, and the personal handmaid Eris had allocated to Nesta is too pretty for her to not stare

Cw: Nudity, smut, MxFxF, slight temperature play my first time writing smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: Constrictive criticism welcome (pls tell me I did good)

You were a gift to Nesta Archeron-Vanserra the day she married the High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra. You were in charge of taking care of her and helping her get used to being a royal in the Autumn Court. You and Nesta had formed a sort of friendship in the years she had been in your court.

Recently, you had tried your best to ignore the stares Lady Death gave you while you did her hair, the eyes she had fixed to your breasts, tight in your corset, but you could always feel her eyes on you, and every curve on your body.

It was delusional, you told yourself, the High Lady of Autumn would never look at you for longer than necessary, not when she had the High Lord wrapped around her finger since they had gotten married, you felt her stare because you wanted her to.

Nesta's voice called you from her bath while you were setting up some new clothes that Eris had gifted her, blushing a little at the lingerie you were putting away. "y/n?"

You moved quick the second you hear her voice, "My lady, is everything alright?" You pause outside the door, not wanting to walk in while Nesta was bathing.

"Come in, y/n" Nesta's voice called, you looked at the door and decided to open the door, entering.

A deep blush covered your cheeks as you looked at Nesta in all her naked glory, your eyes travelling down her curves, the scent of lavender and her arousal in the air. Your eyes stayed on her curves, her full breasts, soft abs and wide hips calling to you, the way she moved in the tub seemed to taunt you.

She had a smirk on her face as she set her foot on the edge of the tub, throwing a scrub to you which you instantly caught, "I was hoping you could help me."

You pause, eyes snapping back to hers, "Yes. Yeah... Yes, I can, my lady."

You nod, taking a seat at the foot of the tub, you could feel Nesta's cat-like grin as you began scrubbing her leg, as your hand reached her thigh she spread her legs, making you blush harder as she lay bare in front of you. You kept up your work, helping Nesta, helping Nesta do something she liked to do herself.

Your hand glided up her legs, the scent of both your arousals scented the air, but neither of you commented on it. You blushed lightly, a tightness ster in your stomach, heat on your core, feeling her eyes on your cleavage from your dress as you focused on her legs, thighs, hips, and her cunt as she brought down her hands to wash away the soap on her inner thigh.

You swallowed as Nesta got up, and you mindlessly handed her a towel, she thanked you and got out, not before fully brushing against you, her body pressed against yours, "Thank you, gorgeous. For the help." She breathed down your neck, you were sure she grazed her teeth against your pulse point, a feel of something cold, but you were too zoned out to think clearly to know.

Then she left you alone in the bath, probably changing as you stayed near the tub, collecting yourself while your dress had gotten water on it from her body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, maybe you weren't delusional, or maybe you would soon lose your job if Nesta were to tell Eris of what happened. The place still smelled of Nesta's arousal mixed with yours.

You left the bathroom when you were sure Nesta had left to retire to your room in the servant's chambers and when you opened the door, you found Eris already standing near your bed. Your heart dropped, you were about to lose your job. Four hundred years of this very well-paying job as a maid of the Vanserra family, and you were about to lose it over being stupid.

"My lord, I..." You spoke, wanting to defend yourself, but Eris silenced you with a look and inching closer to you, perhaps, your body had given up wanting to keep your job because your arousal flowed again just by the look of fire in his eyes.

"Hush now, sweetheart," Eris brought his slender finger to your lips, a sly fox-like grin on his face as he stalked closer, "Nesta's been talking about you, in ways I wonder if females don't talk of their friends."

You held your breath as he spoke, his fingers traced your cheeks, "I don't really think that females talk of their friend's body in such great detail, nor do they get aroused that the simple thought of fucking them."

"I'm sorry-" Eris covered your mouth with his hand to silence your apology.

"Oh, you're not at fault." Eris chuckled softly, "Not at all, I'm just here with an offer."

"You see, as a good husband, I am quite open to anything my darling wife wishes to try. And she wants you." Eris' hands trailed down the collum of your neck, where a small frostbite in the shape of teeth marks of Nesta's silver flames was forming, his blunt nails digging in slightly to make you gasp. "So, I am here to ask you to join us this evening. If you wish to of course."

Your mind was blank from his proposition, joining your painfully attractive High Lord and Lady, joining Eris and Nesta. You nodded slowly.

"Yeah?" Eris tilted your head up, his hand on your chin, "Use your words, love."

"Yes..." You spoke up, eyes locked with his, "Yes, I would like that."

Eris smiled, "Good, Nesta would be thrilled." He swiftly moved to the door to your room and opened it.

"Oh, and y/n?" He got your attention, "If you don't show up, we understand. If you wish for it to stop, just yell 'red', we won't hold neither of those things against you." With that, he left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You were bare the instant you walked into their chambers, currently bent over their bed with your head in Nesta's breasts, Eris's cock buried deep inside you, your body was covered in hickeys of burns and frostbites from both of them, Eris' cock moved inside of you with such precision it made you whimper with every drag.

"Aww, listen to those pretty whines," Nesta cooed, pressing your face further into her breasts, a couple hickeys from your lips already surrounding them. "Does my husband's cock feel this good, gorgeous?"

You whimper as Eris chuckles over you, his hands feeling your sides, marking you with his burns. "I think it does, right y/n?" He almost taunted as he pulled your hips back against his cock.

"Yes... Yes, my lord-" You moan softly, pushing back into him, your hands moving up Nesta's curves, digging into her breasts and side. Every thrust of Eris' cock made you feel as if you were on fire, a coil forming in your stomach, threatening to snap, his hands dug into your hips, holding you still and he dove into your sweet spot, making you clench hard around him and moan.

Nesta's hand moved between both of your bodies to play with your clit, her cold flames rivalling Eris' warm ones. You gasped softly, biting into Nesta's shoulder as your High lord and lady played with your body.

Hours, it had been hours, that they had you pressed between them, or under one of them. Cumming on their tongues or hands, leaving you panting and whimpering. They had just been between your legs a few moments ago, making out with each other while they ate you out, the thought of it made you shudder between them. You were living one of your wildest dreams with a step in their chambers.

Nesta was the first to kiss you, her elegant fingers dug into your hips, her body cold, opposite to Eris' warm fire. Eris spend most of his time watching Nesta explore your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm before joining in himself again.

Nesta had touched you like you were the most precious doll in the entire court while Eris used your mouth to get off, Nesta's tongue tasting you as your senses were filled with Eris.

"Er..." Your back arched into his cock, bucking forward into Nesta's hand, "Nes... Fuck..."

Nesta kissed your temple, leaving a slight feel of cold off her flames, "Do you still have some energy in you or are you fucked dumb?"

You gasped softly, "I..." You whined, clenching around Eris, "Don't know..." You melted in Nesta as you twitched over her, your orgasm nearing, eyes rolling back.

Eris smirked thrusting in hard, feeling you tightening around him "Are you close, my dear?" Nesta moved her fingers faster around your clit at his words while the other hand played with your breasts.

"M'gonna..." You groan as Nesta sucked on one of your breasts, lips pressed against your nipples, hand playing with the other as Eris kissed your neck, "Wanna cum..." You gasp as Eris increases the pace of his thrusts. "Please,"

"Cum, cum for us, sweetheart." Nesta smiled, tongue dragging up from your breasts to the other side of your neck and your dam broke, your release flooding out. A cry left your lips, a cry that got muffled by Nesta's tongue.

You were in peaceful limbo, ears ringing as you came on Eris' cock, Nest's hand still stroking your clit, tears fell from your eyes as their names and titles were nothing short of deity on your lips.

"You want my cum, gorgeous?" Eris grunted in your ear, his thrusts were still deep but uneven, and before you could manage a little nod, he spilt inside you, pressing his hand down on your lower back to make you arch hard. Nesta stoked over your stomach as he filled you with his cum the warmth of his cum settling in you, like fire in your abdomen. His ragged breaths calmed as he chuckled.

Eris pulled out of you, stroking your sides softly as you breathed heavily, watching his cum leak out of your cunt, his hands held your thighs, spreading you for his eyes, his hands heating your skin, "So beautiful, little maid." He whispered as Nesta pushed her fingers inside of your empty cunt, pushing his cum back inside, cooing words of encouragement in your ear as your head was dropped on her shoulder.

"Well, I have duties to attend to," He looked up, leaning down to give his wife a gentle kiss, followed by a kiss to your shoulder, "You two females enjoy yourselves."

Neither of you said goodbye to him as Nesta began to thrust her fingers in and out of your cunt, kissing you, her tongue thrusting in your mouth. "I'll take that as my leave." Eris rolled his eyes rather playfully as he entered his bath to tidy himself up.

Nesta flipped you over, pressing you under her, "Now where were we?" Nesta smirked as you looked up at her, your brain mushy, fucked dumb, as Nesta had put it.

A chuckle left your lips as Nesta kissed and licked down your bare body, biting at places that weren't already covered, reaching your cunt she spread your folds, giving soft licks to your cunt cleaning you of Eris' cum, moaning at the taste of you are Eris combined. "I bet I can fit my entire hand in your pretty little cunt now." Nesta whispered, sucking your clit to get a reaction out of you. "Or maybe I should sit on your pretty face."

"Please... Please, yes." You thrust your hips against her lips with a moan, ready for anything your High Lady wished to give you.

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[lacrise666]

i love the whole "tom riddle was hot" "tom riddle was so charming" "tom riddle was perfect" thing that a lot of fics got going on, but i would also like to take a moment for everyone to remember that tom was a fucking nerd.

it's no wonder it took him so long at Hogwarts to get the Slytherin's on his side when my boy went about scribbling in his diary and sketching skulls. he was emo and his best friend was a snake that his great great great + granddaddy left for him.

he had it out for an old man who fed everyone lemon drops and wore the most outrageous robes and later a twelve year old boy after tom became the child therapist to an eleven year old girl.

he literally fashioned himself a new name out of his old one when over half the kids at my school wouldn't be able to tell you what an anagram even is.

he got a whole ass award for being a tattletale and was a teachers pet. man was a genius, yes, but he was also dork who liked to hide out in a chamber only accessible through the girls bathroom and and called his little book club The Knights of Walpurgis.

i love him but occasionally i just have to laugh at him and think about how bbg he his.

everything is so fucking unserious.

[daydream-cement]

Aftercare (lightly NSFW)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Lucifer seems to be gaining feelings for a little human who was once just a toy.

Author’s Note: Just a random snippet of soft Luci <3

Getting you up to Lucifer’s chambers was an easy process as the angel swept you off your feet once they had finished with you. Your body was covered in love bites from your evening of love making. The Morningstar had challenged you to a new level of heightened pleasure that now left you unable to move.

When you were helped onto Lucifer’s bed, you trembled as you forced your legs open for the Lightbringer. The blonde chuckled in response, shaking their head as they had no interest in forcing you through any additional orgasms. With a large, firm hand, Lucifer gripped your thigh and pressed it to the other, “No more tonight, dearest. You and I are going to explore aftercare. Have you ever done that before?”

You shook your head, your body releasing its tension at the notion of being done for the night. “No…”

“First, we will get you cleaned up. Can you stand well enough for a shower, my darling? I will get you all washed up.”

With a quiet nod, you crawled to the edge of the bed and stood on wobbly legs. Lucifer met you and wrapped an arm around your back and another under your legs to lift you from the bed. They carried you to their washroom, turning on the shower once you entered. 

They wanted the water nice and hot to relax your body. While it heated up, they pushed you against the bathroom sink to press soft kisses against your face and neck. Lucifer’s taller form pressed against yours, your face level with their breasts. Their hands wandered around your body, not squeezing or groping as they had been merely an hour earlier, but softly admiring every bit of your form.

“Did I go too rough, little angel?”

You shook your head ‘no’ even when the answer was ‘yes’, not wanting Lucifer to think you couldn’t handle more the next time around. You would do anything to please the fallen angel.

The Morningstar pressed a final kiss to your forehead and guided you to the shower. They took to scrubbing your body, smirking as they gazed upon the marks they left behind. “Look at these marks… A work of art.”

You smiled fondly at the possessiveness, your arms winding around their frame to hold them close. Lucifer’s hands traveled between your legs, gently cleaning you and trying to avoid irritating the spots sore from fucking. “I would like you to accompany me to my meetings tomorrow…”

You whimper as the blonde’s fingers push too hard against your clit, the sensation more pain than pleasure, “Really?”

“Yes, kitten… I want you there with me.” There was no hiding the obvious twinge of pride in Lucifer’s tone. 

The Morningstar slipped around to your backside, hands continuing to caress your tummy and thighs. They guided you out of the path of the water and began washing your hair, earning a high pitched hum of appreciation from you. Their words just above a whisper when they began rinsing the shampoo out, “But you don’t have to. As much as I enjoy you being at my side, you are not obligated, darling. I just want you to be happy.”

“Making you happy, makes me happy.” You said simply, turning around in their arms and nuzzling into their chest.

Lucifer chuckled at the sentiment and added conditioner to their hands, combing it through your hair. “You already do by being with me. Now, be a good pet and rinse your hair. I need to finish my own shower.”

You remained quiet, moving to do as you were told. 

Lucifer washed up their own body, their eyes drifting to you every few seconds to check on you. They adored you and the love you had for them. With each day the two spent together, the Morningstar felt themself only growing more possessive and protective over you. It was becoming hard to spend time without you near.

After their shower, Lucifer took their time drying off your body, shifting to sit on the edge of the bathtub and draw you to stand before them. They pressed kisses to your chest and abdomen and smiled up at you fondly, “I want you to rest well tonight. I can’t have my darling hurting.” 

You smiled softly at the care Lucifer showed you, your hands teasing at their blonde locks to show them your own affection. “Can we watch a movie tomorrow? After you finish your meetings…”

“Of course, dearest. You know I love your human films. Now get your pajamas on.” 

You were the one to press a kiss to the Morningstar’s lips before hobbling off to the room you had begun sharing. The blonde proceeded with their nighttime routine and adjourned to the bedroom just in time to see you crawling into bed. The sight brought a smile to the Lightbringer’s face, and they felt grateful they were going to be crawling into bed with you.

After turning out the lights, Lucifer climbed into bed after you, weaving an arm around your waist and drawing you in to snuggle. With their hands on either side of your face, the Morningstar encouraged you to rest your face between the blonde breasts. They began stroking your locks, “Did you have fun tonight, my child?” 

“Mhm. I liked riding you… You looked so powerful…” You closed your eyes and wistfully pictured yourself n reverse cowgirl, getting fucked nice and hard by the strap they had attached to their form. They had been absolutely delighted with the sight of you unraveling before them. 

“Mmm… We may need to try it again, only next time I will ride you? Then you can be the one to make me moan.” 

You giggled at the thought, snuggling closer. Your hands wandered inside their robe and around Lucifer’s waist to dance across their back. 

“Now it’s time for bed. Please wake me if you need anything.” Lucifer slowly closed their eyes, adjusting their position to rest their chin on the top of your head. With two deep breaths, the angel began to give way to the sweet temptation of sleep.

“I… love you….” You murmured, not considering the consequences of sharing these never before spoken words. 

Lucifer seemed stunned, taken aback even. They paused for a pregnant moment, never considering before how they could be loved by another. The silence made you feel sick, but you had no regrets in sharing your feelings. Only if you could have seen the way Lucifer stared at you through the darkness. A gazed filled with more love and admiration than even the Morningstar thought they were capable of. 

“I love you as well. Now please try and sleep, dearest lamb.” 

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[royaltysuite]

Sweet Taste... (w/ Karl Heisenberg)

Summary: Right after the meeting with Mother Miranda and the rest of the lords, Heisenberg seems to need his favorite vice in the form of you shivering and whimpering beneath before he faces off with Ethan Winters. You seem to have the same thought to surprise him when he returns home... As the saying goes, great minds think alike.

Warnings: Dom!Heisenberg, Sub!Reader, unprotected p-i-v, Heisenberg fucks you in his work room, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), degradation

Author's Note: Here it is folks, my very first Kinktober 2024 post. The one will fall under the Domination/Submission category. This does not mean it can't be requested again. Each category is open to be requested with different characters. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay Classy~~~

Wanna Buy Me A Coffee?

When Karl was called away to an audience with Mother Miranda, I had already begun to suspect that he would return home highly upset. It was no secret that he hated being in her presence. After all, what she did to him was something he never wanted.

But, that didn't necessarily mean it didn't give him new gifts.

While Heisenberg was away, I began to prepare for his return. I made my way towards his main workshop which was connected to our bed chambers. The journey there was silent despite the sound of machinery clanging together.

It didn't take long for me to reach my destination and enter the room. Once inside, I quickly shut the door behind me and got to work clearing up some space. It didn't take long for me to get the area somewhat cleaned before I began to get myself ready.

Luckily, his workshop had a built-in shower room so I didn't have to walk too far to quickly shower and get dressed. Though, I did have to enter our shared room to grab my gift for Karl. It was a nice lingerie set that Alcina had gifted me despite Karl's protests.

Honestly those two argue like their true siblings. Besides the point...

I set the box aside on the bathroom counter before hopping underneath the stream of hot, steaming water. I stood under there for a good minute before actually scrubbing myself down with a jasmine infused oil, knowing it would be a welcome scent from the typical blood and grime he was used to.

I scrubbed for a good ten minutes before shutting off the water and drying off. Once dried, I then took the lingerie set and quickly got dressed. As I was in the middle ready, the phone in Karl's workshop began to rang. The loud ring startled me out of my skin and my hand went to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

The phone then rang three more times after the first. A sequence that only him and I knew in case we needed to contact one another. Once the ring finished, I immediately answered and was greeted by the gruff tone of my husband.

"Doll, you there?" His question pierced in my ear. "Yes, my love. I'm here. How did your audience go with Miranda?" I responded to him. "Not something I want to discuss over the phone. I'll be home soon, so be a good girl and wait for me alright?" The message was clear as day to me.

I knew exactly what he meant and it set the start to the fire in my stomach. Each second was agonizing to me when all I wanted was to feel his rough touch upon my body. But, I knew that if I started without him, I would be in for punishment instead of the pleasure I craved.

Five minutes had passed by in a blink of an eye and the doorknob to the workshop began to wiggle. 'He's here...' I thought, scrambling to make myself look presentable for him. My eyes never left from the door as it creaked open.

They soon landed on my husband's figure as he crossed the threshold into the room. He then saw my form spread out across his desk and he sucked in a sharp breath. "What's all this?" He questioned, his deep brown eyes darkening with lust as they roamed my plush, lingerie-clad figure.

"Just wanted to be a little...stress relief for you. After all, I know how much you hate being near that woman. So, why don't you come here and take what's yours?" That seemed to change something in him because as soon as I finished speaking, his lips immediately met with mine.

The kiss was heated and sloppy. It was like he was trying to devour me whole at that moment. My hands began to aimlessly wander, trying to reach his waistband. Though that didn't sit well with him. "Don't start acting like a brat. You'll get what you want soon enough..." He growled, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth and causing it to draw blood.

I winced softly but let out a whine, wanting nothing more but for him to hurry up and ravage me. Karl then pulled away and flipped me over, my stomach coming in contact with the cold feeling on the desk beneath me. His hands then began to move around my body, lingering along my waistband.

"Wearing such clothing...you must've been wanting to be treated like nothing. Is that what you want, Princess?" "Please, treat me like nothing but a dirty slut..." I moaned, trying to rub my ass against him in an attempt for him to get the hint.

Luckily, he did because as soon as I did, he delivered a swift smack against my right cheek and followed up with another. The sudden strike left me shocked and I gasped out a moan. Heisenberg then took the chance to finally rip off my panties, effectively tearing them to shreds. Well, there goes that pair...

Once the fabric was out of the way, he pulled my legs apart and the sight of my quivering pussy made him grunt as he took in my scent. I could feel his shaking breaths inching closer and closer before his lips attached themselves to my cunt.

Just like when he kissed me, that same passion and desire to devour me came back tenfold. Each flick of his tongue hitting my clit sent tiny sparks to my core. I tried my best to hold back my moans but was met with another strike to my ass. A silent way of him telling me 'Let me hear you...'

Though, I was never the best at keeping quiet when it came to sleeping with my beast of a husband.

Karl kept a solid, steady pace of eating me out - soon bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my first of many orgasms. "Close...i'm so close~" I whined, trying to pull him closer so that I could cum.

But my efforts proved futile as he pulled away, causing me to whine loudly due to my orgasm being ripped away from me. Though that of course didn't bother my husband. He then flipped me onto my back before working to remove his belt and pants.

The sight of his hands running down his body and palming himself through his boxers was one that I loved. Not wanting to lose my orgasm, I tried to finger myself but my hand was caught in his tight grip.

"Didn't I say to be a good little slut?" "P-please, I need-" "Shh, I know what you need, but you'll be digging yourself deeper into a hole if you continue to act up. Now, you wanna be my perfect little slut or a brat that gets nothing?" He questioned, his tone deep and sultry.

As much as I wanted to act out, the need to be fucked-out was much stronger. "I'll be good, I promise~~ Please fuck me!" I cried out, my cries soon turning into moans at the feeling of his length pushing past my entrance.

He fed me inch by inch until the entirety of his cock was nestled deep inside of me. Even without him moving, I could still feel him reach spots that I could never reach with any toy that I had. Not even with my fingers.

Karl, after giving me a few seconds to adjust, began thrusting at a steady pace. The slow drag of his cock against my walls was a feeling that could instantly send me into a euphoric bliss. No longer able to hold back, my moans echoed loudly in the room and if someone were to walk past, they'd know exactly what was happening behind these closed doors.

Pleased by my unspoken choice, Karl smirked and started to increase the pace. He pushed my legs closer to my head and began pounding away without any abandon. It caught me by surprise, but that was washed away completely and was replaced by pure and immense pleasure.

The lewd sound of his hips making contact with my ass. The smell of sweat, sex and ashes. And when he reached in between our bodies to start playing with my clit. It was like my senses went into overdrive and I came right then and there alongside my husband. Though really, I squirted all over his lower body.

This caught Karl by surprise and he chuckled under his breath. "Oh my...baby, how come you never told me you could do that?" "I-i didn't know I could even do that...this is so embarrassing." I stuttered in response, trying yet failing to shield my heated face from his gaze.

He then pulled my hands away from my face and planted a cheek on my cheek before whispering in my ear. "I hope you're ready for more because for the rest of the night, I'm making you do that over and over."

And with those words, he hoisted my naked form into an upright position. The sudden movement caused my legs to lock behind his back and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, afraid that I would lose my grip and fall.

My husband let out a boisterous laugh before he made his way to the connecting room. Oh how long this night will be...

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Author's Note: And there we have it guys, the first ever post for Kinktober 2024! It honestly took a lot longer than I wanted but that's only because I kept getting distracted by other Kinktober fics. On another note, as stated previously, if there's a topic you'd like to use in any requests/commissions, please let me know. The topics won't be removed so you can ask for any topic with a character you'd like to see written for it. Anyways, that's all and I hope you guys do enjoy reading this! Stay Classy~~

[plethora-of-imagines]

The Consort's New Clothes

AN: In response to my own prompt in the BG3Kinktober23 collection.

Once again I have decided the Ascended Astarion can be soft- as a treat.

And since I have corrupted @how-masterful this is now both dedicated to her, and her birthday fic for the year (I couldn't come up with any other ideas, but I hope you still enjoy it!)

Prompt:

Assended Astarion cannot help but mark his pretty little Tav as all his. He needs to mark her with his bites, dress her up all pretty -or even better in his clothes-, and put a nice collar around her neck. Everything to make sure everyone knows she is his.

Word Count: 1616

Warnings: smut/lemon, clothing kink, sharing a bath, vampire bites, spawn!Tav, collars, soft yandere

Description:

Getting ready together with Astarion was a common occurrence these days. He wanted the two of you to always be presentable when you left your shared chambers. Of course trying to find a suitable wardrobe for the Ascendant Vampire's Consort has been proving difficult. At this rate you'll just have to wear his clothes with a raw bite mark to show you're his.

Warm water and the sweet scent of your lover enveloped you. Wet hair clinging to his bare chest as you shifted closer, shoving your nose against his neck. Inhaling the woodsy sunkissed citrus scent that he applied so generously that it had sunk into his very skin. The little energy you could manage to muster all used up, you once again went limp in his arms. Soaking in the heat the water provided as his hands shifted to better press you possessively into his chest. Tracing little circles around the scars from his constant feeding, and subsequent transforming bite. The same spot that he always bit you, right along the crook of your neck. Somewhere that if needed could be hidden with a high collared shirt. Fortunately you had found little need to hide the sign of your connection to Astarion recently. 

The rumbling purr of vibrations that you felt against your temple roused you from your almost trance.

“What do you think of this one, little love?”

Humming pleasantly at the endearment you didn’t want to open your eyes. Wanting to remain forever in this blissful cocoon of comfort. But if he wanted to hear your opinion then you would take on the burden of opening your eyes. 

The spawn standing before you in the bathroom was rightfully averting her eyes from your naked forms. Glancing down her body you took in the long flowing dress, a gaudy shade of red that almost looked more burnt orange. The slit was in an awkward position on the skirt that was more on the front of the skirt than the side, raising far too high as well.

Lazily you replied back your answer to Astarion, who waited patiently for your answer.

“If this is the first one that has shown enough promise to want my opinion I don’t believe that this designer is going to live long. I’m almost insulted.”

His gleeful laugh had you rushing to look up at him. To catch the pure smile on his face, adoringly gazing at the light in his eyes.

“Oh, trust me- there have been far worse! Now go change again,” he shooed the spawn out with his dexterous hand. Calling out after them, “and tell that fool to show us something worthwhile this time!”

“I’m sure that he saved better for later, Astartion. Or at least that he will have one decent outfit.”

“Tav, you are just too sweet,” he cooed. 

Tilting your chin up for a soft kiss. Lips hovering millimeters away from your own. Leaving you in anticipation until you let out a little whine. Only then did he reward you with the gentle press of his lips to your own. The creak of the door interrupted to your displeasure when it caused him to pull away. Cursing his paranoia that had led to the soft creaking of every door to your shared private chambers- so that any possible attack could be heard the moment it was attempted.

Huffing you looked back at the spawn again to see a much more appealing outfit. Ignoring the spawn’s lack of pants you looked over the stylish doublet. The shine of the clasps appealing to the part of you that enjoyed anything that glimmered. Frowning when you recognized it as obsidian.

“It’s better,” you admitted. “But I worry about the longevity of the clasps when made of obsidian.”

“Couldn’t even make a full outfit either,” Astarion growled.

The spawn trembled at his clear displeasure, terror filling their eyes as they feared being punished for the designer's faults. At your pout he took a deep breath, loosening the hands that had started to dig into your skin.

“I certainly paid them more than enough for these abominations. I expect better, I expect perfection.”

The sound of his teeth grinding together sent a chill through you.

“Next one,” you told the frozen spawn.

She gratefully obeyed your order. Almost tripping over her own feet to flee the room.

Holding Astarions face in your hands, gently rubbing his jaw. Loosening it from its tight, clenching position. Slowly his body relaxed- though his anger towards the doomed designer remained.

“How am I supposed to find a pretty outfit that shows off that everyone should be envious that you are mine from a mere glance alone, when all of these so-called designers are completely tasteless idiots! None of these outfits come close to helping to accent your beauty. I’ve looked at thirty four of his useless mockeries of clothing fit for an Ascendant Vampire’s consort, love. Thirty four!”

Starting to work himself back into his fury again with each word. Soothing him you pressed playful kisses to his jaw line, lightly nipping every time he started to clench. Once the anger receided again you guided his head to your neck. Lips pressing against the one spot that would remind him that you had a clear sign of ownership forever on your body.

“I might as well dress you in my own clothes and be done with it.”

Teasing nibbles against your neck solidified his improving mood. 

Both of you turned together to look at the newest offering the spawn was dressed in.

“I actually like that one,” you quietly muttered.

“For tonight? That’s hardly good enough for tonight, when I plan to introduce you to all the new spawn I’ve created to serve us.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement with him. It wasn’t good enough for introductions where it needed to be clear that you were his most treasured spawn and consort. So you justified your words with a simple, “it's cute.”

“Well if my treasured spawn likes it...”

His words tickled your skin. Fanning a desire in you for anything he would offer to you. Shivering and trembling as his fangs moved to rest against your skin, against his bite marks. The anticipation had you on the edge.

“Please.”

“Tell the designer that this creation is acceptable. He can take the rest of them back with him. “

You could feel the scrape of his teeth against your tingling skin with each carefully said word. Feeling the spawn’s presence still there, waiting to be dismissed with almost as much anticipation as you held for him to sink his teeth into you.

“And tell him that the next batch he shows us better be suitable,” the threat dripped off of every perfectly pronounced letter. “Well? I do believe that you have a message to deliver.”

The second you heard the door click closed you caved.

“Astarion, please,” you begged.

He bit down.

Rising out of the water, soft bubbles sticking to your skin. Back arching as pleasure flooded into you. There was a high pitched ringing in your ears. Wait no- that was your continuous whines as the pleasure removed all thoughts from your head.

It was bliss.

His teeth left your skin, and any sense of strength you had left with them. Astarion had to hold you up. Otherwise you were likely to melt until your body was submerged under the water.

“Feel good, my treasure,” he teased.

“Feel so-,” you slurred words halted as your breath hitched. Astarion had filled you in one smooth thrust, “so good.”

He took his time. Slowly fucking you just how he liked to when you both had just started to stir from trance in bed. Sensual, tender, lovemaking. Guiding your slowly diminishing mind into the most delicious of submissive spaces. All conscious thought fled when he filled you with his seed. You didn’t need to think, he would take care of you while your mind was on sabbatical from reality.

Lifting you out of the water was easy for him even when you weren’t intertwined. But still connected by his softening cock in your body, it was simple to carry you out of the water. Feeling something soft being rubbed against your skin. The only thing you could truly focus on while being dried off was him. Your love, your everything.

In graceful motions- only graceful from practice- he dressed himself while keeping his cock warm in your cunt. If anyone were to stumble in on you they would assume that he had been dressed the whole time. Hair still dripping he roughly toweled it as dry as he could manage to get it. Damp but for the moment no longer dripping.

His soft undershirt- the one that he had been wearing earlier that still smelled strongly of him- was pulled over your head. With gentle hands he pulled you off of his cock, helping you stand on shaky legs. Too blissful to command your legs to hold your weight. Leaning against him as he put his cock away.

You felt content.

Something was secured around your neck. Firmly tightened, but not too tight so as to cause discomfort. The cool chill of a duplication spell washed over you, looking over to your doppelganger. Looking debauched, yet carefully cared for. Hair starting to curl as it dried, soft white shirt reaching just far enough to be decent. The smallest amount of Astarion's seed dripping out onto your thigh where it could just be glimpsed. A dark collar surrounding your neck, and making the bite mark stand out even stronger against your skin. Happiness warmed the still blood within your veins. The embroidery on the collar matched Astarion’s outfit. He had to have done it himself, it was beautifully done. 

He dispelled the duplicate as he spoke, leading you towards the door to head towards your introduction to all the new spawn he had recently created.

“There we are, a very nicely fucked and dressed consort. You look beautiful, darling.”

You were and looked like you were his.