#wither/rose husbands

[asterssunzephyr]

So, who are all the soulmates pairs? Also, I guess most of them are romantic, but what about platonic soulmates? 👀

Theres 3 romantic empires pairs and only 3 !!

Romantic: Shadowbeans, Flower Husbands, Rose Husbands, and Nature Wives Platonic: EVERYONE ELSE.

[xkaru-karux]

it’s them, the wither roses, they’re back (gem is there in spirit)

[pidgedee]

designed a few empires tarot cards for the battleship exchange! they were a lot of fun to draw, i loved doing the relaxed painterly sketches so much.

[oleander-neruim]

I happen to think a lot about how on edge and guarded Fwhip was when Sausage first tried coming back to talk to him when he got uncorrupted.

I'd think there were a lot of irreversible and unforgettable scars left over after the dust finally settled.

Click the full image to see all the text. I'll put the full "poem" below the cut

☙𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

☙𝐎𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞

☙𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞❧

☙𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞

☙𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥❧

☙𝐎𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞

☙𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞❧

☙𝐎𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨

☙𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞❧

✨️ Sketch Image! ✨️

Also have mercy on my white out woes

[ep2nd]

Aside from making fics and random duo names, I have other talents. Including making my own headcanons that I think should happen. Yes, I am bored.

Oli, from empires, should be an albino enderman. Think of it! It gives more to albino enderman species, a fanon species of enderman, and oli as a tall , telaporting, water scared, guy!

Have CPK visit Empires. In dsmp lore, he is a dimension traveler, and it makes sense if he can cross the minecraft multiverse. Also, cpk is also sometimes Olis boyfriend. I think the two talking and caring for eachother would be great.

Pearl as goddess of moon, Scott god of stars, and Grian demigod of sun. This says it all.

Flower husbands for s2 of Empires. Please. I love this ship and I think with the way Jimmy's character is heading, he is going to need some allies.

Make Zedaph part of the wither rose family(gem, fwhip, sausage). This is my personal headcanon, for some reason, but I like the idea. Plus, just Zed has amethyst eyes, he already has purple eyes.

Every tftsmp version of Ranboo is family. Like, present. Ran, Zachary, ash, Renbob, Ranbutler, John john, Ranboo, others. Just all are different versions of Enderman, Albino Enderman, and human. Yes, I want Ranboo family

[with-my-calamitous-love]

IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE’S A GENTLEMAN

chuuya x reader

thoughts about how chuuya acts in a relationship

inspired by slut!

chuuya nakahara, who comes home in the middle of the night to find you softly asleep in his bed. sometimes your all wrapped up in the sheets, protecting yourself from the cold trying to replicate the heat of chuuya's body. other times you fall asleep with an open, unfinished book laying on your stomach or your still blaring phone in the balm of your hand. your hair is messy, comfortably sprawled out on the satin pillow. maybe you're in a lacy, black cami he bought for you- more for himself than for you- or you're in your favorite oversized hoodie you would never wear around anyone but him. it smells like him. you insisted. either way, you were in a world of peaceful slumber, and chuuya couldn't wrap his head around how lucky he got.

chuuya nakahara, who buys you flowers every week. he can't always pronounce or even remember their names, and it sometimes irks him how easily they wither in the wrong conditions, and how they always seem to attract an annoying buzzing pest that acted like it owned the place. but chuuya loved the way your face would light up whenever he hands you a bouquet of delicate, brightly coloured petals. he adores the way your cheeks bloom with roses, the way your eyes glow like lillies swaying in the wind. so he always stops by the florist every friday on his way home from work. the owners are a nice, old elderly couple, the husband a lively old man who knows the trick behind charm. the wife was a sweet, gentle loving old woman who would sometimes treat chuuya to freshly baked muffin or cup of brewed tea. he saw the two of you in them, as if it ere some kind of time machine. they made growing old not seem terrible.

chuuya nakahara, who takes you out to fancy dinners once a month. he doesn't let you spend a dime, just wanting to flash around his fancy black card to the waiter to let him know how much he spoiled you. and afterwards he'd take the long way with you back to his motorcycle, arm wrapped protectively around your waist. he thinks you look beautiful in the moons gaze, happy with his coat around your shoulders. he both laves and hates the stares and attention you get from bystanders- he hates their glaring eyes and the thoughts that run through their heads- but he loves spite of jealousy that flickers through them when they see that your his.

speaking of his motorcycle.... chuuya nakahara, who loves to take you for joyrides late into the night. he knows you place all your trust in him, and he knows that he would never let not even a hair on your head suffer any harm. he loves the way your hands grasp around his abdomen, clutching his muscles through his shirt. he sometimes will place one hand over yours, assuring you that you're safe and that he's got you.

chuuya nakahara, who will never be sent away without a goodbye kiss from you. he takes off his hat, holding it behind your head as he presses his lips to yours with fervent need. his job requires him to be away from you, as much as it hurts your heart. he kisses you as if he needs to reseal your love on his skin, keeping it around him no matter how far you are. and he calls you every night, knowing that you can't sleep without his voice. little do you know, he needs this nightly phone call just as much- if not more- than you do. he chuckles to himself as you ask him about your favorite hoodie, unaware of the way chuuya presses it to his face because it smells like you. he's desperate for that, desperate for you when you're away.

chuuya nakahara, who wants nothing more than to grow old with you. to see you asleep, waiting for him to join you just like every night to buy you the same flowers every friday and place them in the palm of your wrinkled hands, his own face painted with age lighting up with joy at the sight of yours. to retire with you, living a comfortable life with you at his side. to laugh at your cute yet angry face as you scold him for still wanting to drive a motorbike at his age. to kiss you, kiss you like he just met you, kiss you like he's loved you for 20 years- because he has and will. chuuya nakahara wants to love you forever, or for as long as you'll have him.

[daycourtofficial]

Blood moon in Autumn

Pairing: Eris x Rhys’s sister!reader | WC: 1.3k | warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of sex, mentions of violence

Summary: fae cycles are no joke, but your mate is always there to provide you comfort in the best way possible: by being your personal heating pad

Author’s note: this is part of my gingerfucker series, however this can be read as a standalone. @writingcroissant actually gave me the idea for this so everyone say thanks Tori 🥰

Death was imminent, you were sure of it. Every fiber of your being ached, the pain emanating from your lower abdomen through the rest of your body. It felt like someone was stabbing you with a rusted, dull knife, the blade carving out your insides slowly at their leisure.

You heard your bedroom door open and close, footsteps coming towards the bed. You groan in greeting as the steps get closer.

“Just leave me here to die, Er.”

A soft chuckle makes its way to your ears, despite the layers of blankets you are burrowed beneath, the blankets not offering you the comfort you so desperately crave.

“You’ll be remembered for even in death, your flare for the dramatics never faltered.”

You push your face from the blankets, allowing your face to be seen. You scowl towards your mate, his smirk making you want to push him from the window. You take in the sight of him - he had changed into more relaxed clothes since you saw him last. Gone is his formal jacket, a deep red velvet with golden leaf embroidery. The garment would make anyone look like court royalty, but on Eris it made him look positively radiant, as if the fires of Autumn truly originated from him, as if the apple orchards and the crops found their nutrients from him. You loved when he wore it, your fingers tracing the fine embroidery along the lapel as you would straddle his lap, grinding softly-

You groaned, the idea of moving so much making you nauseous and slightly dizzy.

Now he wore a loose, billowy shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, casual brown trousers covering his toned legs. If it were any other day, you’d devour him. Any other day, you’d pull him directly into bed, pushing his clothes off of him, neither of you leaving bed until you slipped his shirt on to grab the two of you some pastries.

Instead, the sight of him made you slightly annoyed - he seemed fine as he set down a tray on the table next to you. He was fine this morning when he rose, having to tend to some things before returning. You were dying, and he was perfectly fine. You groaned, shifting to sit up on your elbows. “What’s this?”

“I believe those of us who leave our beds call it ‘food’.”

His smirk disappears at the pillow that hits his feet. He sends you a withering glare that just makes you scoff. “That could have hit the tray of coffee I made for you.”

You perked up at the sound of coffee - you were sure the warm liquid would at least distract your insides. Or at least provide you some comfort.

You’d take anything at this point.

“Did you make the coffee? Or did you just prepare the tray?”

“What difference does it make? Coffee is coffee.”

“Well, if Jora made it, then I aimed perfectly for your feet.”

“What if it was my coffee?”

“Then I would have aimed for the tray.”

He gives you a withering stare, his fingers halting their movements. “Now that’s no way to treat your mate who lovingly made you coffee.”

You squint your eyes, “if it’s my mate that’s making the coffee, it’s more of an assassination attempt than love.”

“You wound me, my love.” Despite your grievances, he continues preparing your cup exactly as you like it.

“Is the wound fatal?”

“Perhaps.”

“I shall pay my respects at your funeral, then. With my next husband.”

His eyebrow quirks as he rests the cup on your side table before he rounds the bed, peeling back the layers of blankets on top of you. He crawls in behind you, his body heat causing you to melt.

“Next husband?”

“I will get lonely. Besides, the hounds need a male’s touch. They’ll grow soft under me.”

“And who is this next husband? Is he capable of this?”

Before you can ask what ‘this’ is, he slides his arm around your waist, his palm lying flat over your lower abdomen, his fingers spreading across your skin. Your skin began heating under his touch, and you moaned at the relief he provided you.

“If he’s not, he’s not worth it. Perhaps one of your brothers will be capable. Lu, maybe?”

Eris growled at the teasing, your friendship with Lucien a constant sore spot for him amidst his rekindling relationship with his youngest brother. He hated to admit it, but he seethed with jealousy watching you interact with Lucien, the way your conversation would flow easily.

A life of regrets and Lucien takes several of the top five spots.

“Lucien would make a terrible husband. You’d never see him - he spends all day brushing his hair.”

“I like a well-groomed male.”

“The noises his eye makes would keep you up all night.”

“I think you’re getting us confused. The whirring would soothe me to sleep.”

He buries his face into your neck, mumbling, “you are not marrying Lucien.”

“Alastor, perhaps?”

You clutched onto Eris’s arm, the heat providing you some relief. You nuzzle your head into his bicep, and he blows out a hot breath, “if I die, and you are unable to continue alone, marry outside of my family, leave my brothers out of your marriage pool.”

You open your mouth, but he cuts you off.

“Not Azriel.”

You huff, “well if I can’t have a Vanserra or Azriel, I’ll stay alone forever.”

“I prefer that alternative.”

“I will rule Autumn alone. Just as Beron would have liked.”

You spin in his arms, pushing his shoulder down so he’d lay on his back. You crawl on top of him, laying so every inch of you is touching him in some way. Not an inch of space exists between your bodies. You poke his ribs, urging him to start heating up. He ignores you, so you start tugging on the bond between you two.

“Patience is a virtue, don’t they teach that in the war camps they call villages?”

“I’m dying, I think the Mother can forgive my lack of virtues.”

He huffs, but starts warming his skin to better provide comfort. You groan, laying in silence with him for several moments, the heat a comfort to the constant pain.

A few moments later you roll, your back laying across his chest.

“Ah,” you sigh, the pain in your lower back lessening at his touch.

“You’re spinning like game over a campfire.”

He rests his hands on your lower abdomen, the warmth making the stabbing pain into a dull ache.

You sigh at the contact, practically melting at how he soothes your muscles.

“I want to go bathe but that requires movement and leaving this bed.”

Eris laughs into your hair, but you hear the water running in the bathroom. You groan just thinking about how soothing the water would feel on your joints. You breathed out slowly through your nose, preparing yourself for the trek across the room.

You rolled off of Eris, and before you could get off the bed, Eris moved from behind to in front of you, his feet landing softly on the floor.

“Care for a ride?”

You nod, and his arms sweep you up.

“I think this is my preferred method of travel.”

“Perhaps this is how you will tour Autumn, hm? I shall carry you throughout the lands.”

You laugh as he sets you down, helping you remove your clothes. He must be warming the air somehow, because you don’t feel the chill of the air when your clothes are completely off. He helps you into the water, which you melt into immediately. You close your eyes, laying back in the tub, the porcelain a nice surface to lean against.

You’ve completely forgotten about Eris’ presence until you feel him nudge your shoulders forward, his lean body slipping behind you into the tub. His legs stretch besides yours, and you lean your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“There’s no way my next husband will be as helpful as you are.”

He breathes out through his nose, “I fear you can only marry down from here. A pity, truly.”

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[cambion-companion]

How woud Aemond react to his wife cheating... in chess?

Every time he looks away, she steals a piece off of the board and just smiles when he looks back at her. Like she isn't even trying to win she's just doing this to mess with him a little

Oh wow, I found another drunk drabble prompt! Thank you Anon, this is a hilarious follow up to the message I answered "How would Aemond react to his wife cheating" haha

Aemond x wife!reader | tipsy reader | cheating at chess | Aemond indulging his lady, teasing ensues

"It's your turn, Y/N."

You continued sipping on your wine, your mind already fuzzy from the drink, swirling the bitter liquid around in your mouth as you studied the chessboard in consternation.

Aemond sat back in his chair, his lips pressed together as he watched you with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but you held up a hand to shush him. "I'm thinking."

"A demanding endeavor, it seems."

"I'm not losing to you again, Aemond."

"Perhaps more wine would help." He smirked, catching your eye as you shot him a withering look, taking another deliberate swig from your goblet.

"Fine." You moved your rook forward several spaces.

You winced as Aemond immediately took your piece with his knight. "Fuck."

"Check."

You groaned, holding the rim of your cool glass against your aching temple.

A servant bearing more drink arrived, drawing away your husband's attention for a few crucial moments. You reached forward, surreptitiously removing Aemond's own rook from the board and stowing it in the cushions beside you. "Ah, thank you." You beamed at the servant as he refilled your cup.

Aemond was studying his board with a raised brow, his violet eye flicked up to your studiously neutral expression. "Your move, Y/N."

"Oh yes, of course."

This went on several more minutes; you losing your pieces to Aemond's keen strategizing and him losing his own pieces whenever he was sufficiently distracted enough for you to steal them.

As Aemond turned his head to observe a group of guards moving across the hall, you tried to take away his queen without him taking notice. Long fingers caught your wrist as Aemond turned swiftly back to you, aware the whole time of your ruse. He pulled you toward him, unseating you and causing you to tumble onto his lap, scattering the remaining pieces across the board.

"You tried to take my queen?" He rolled his eye, snorting a short laugh. "You do know cheating at chess is nigh impossible."

"I'm the only queen you need, my king." You giggled, feeling his dexterous fingers begin probing at the ticklish part of your sides.

Your face was flushed from the wine and the sudden proximity of the Targaryen prince you called husband.

Aemond sighed, hoisting you so you were more securely seated against him. "I've always thought it interesting the queen is the one with the most power over the board." You watched him with soft adoration as he continued his musing. "She is the one with the most power to protect the king."

"I'd protect you with my life too." You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, feeling the low vibration of his chuckling, his grip on you tightening slightly.

"My ember." Aemond said affectionately into your hair before placing a gentle kiss to your crown.

The warmth of his arms encircling you combined with the heady heat of the wine caused your eyes to droop with sleepy contentment. "Take me to bed, Aemond." You murmured, your lips brushing the soft skin of his neck.

"As my lady commands." He rose with you in his arms, your arms coming to grip around his shoulders as he strode toward your chambers. "Remind me to not play chess with you while you're drinking."

"You're just a sore loser." You smiled, kissing his temple. "My strategizing prowess is clearly too much for you to handle."

"Hmm." Was your terse answer, Aemond shaking his head in fond bemusement as he carried you to bed.

[chuluoyi]

So how exactly did the convo go between empress and hanabi when the empress confronted her about cheating?

takes place in all hail the empress

“so, tell me… have you been dallying with the emperor behind my back?”

hanabi shrunk herself at your sharp gaze, frantically thinking her way out. this wasn’t supposed to happen. she was supposed to be crowned as consort first—that was how everyone was supposed to know!

the cold night air pierced through her skin, and the ice in your stare was withering. “hanabi, answer me!”

“y-your majesty!” it was the only thing she could’ve done. hanabi prostrated herself before you in the muddy ground. “please spare me! your majesty— please help me, i-i didn’t mean for it to happen!”

oh. the very realization that naoya had truly betrayed you… you felt like doused with a hot water. how could he? how could your own husband do this to you?

“and that child—” unbridled rage was all you could feel, and you thought nothing could make you even angrier until—

“i’m carrying the heir to the throne, your majesty!” hanabi sobbed before you so audaciously that it took you aback. “please spare me—!”

the hollowness in your chest intensified at her claim. it took everything you had not to lash out at her, but it was so hard for you to do so.

“how dare you…” and no, you couldn’t keep up with this anymore. your voice rose as you yelled at her: “you ungrateful wench!”

hanabi raised her head in fright, and your eyes flashed with fury so severe it almost stunned her on the spot.

“leave.” your voice was laced with so much venom as you towered above her. “if i still see you here by dawn, i’ll banish you. or worse, i’ll impose a punishment for you. leave!”

like a spooked rabbit, hanabi scurried away in tears, leaving you in the darkness of the rose gardens. suddenly you felt trapped inside this maze— and you knew, a part of you died along with the wilted rose hanabi had stomped as she went on her way.

[asterssunzephyr]

What about something from WTCF? 👀

Fwhip and Sausage buttheads about it alot. About Fwhips choices.

--

"Shes my SISTER sausage! I wasnt leaving her dead!"

"So you turn to the demon that made her life hell?!"

"SHES MY SISTER! PEARL ISNT YOUR SISTER BUT YOU WOULDV DONE IT IF IT WAS HER."

"No! Because Pearl would be pissed at me if I did! I know Gem's your sister but did you ever think that maybe she was safer-"

"-Safer what?! Dead?!"

Fwhip scoffs in his husband's ally's face, turning his back and walkihg off. His sister, the one who cares the most, better off dead? Who did Sausage think he was?! It didnt matter, actually, because Xornoth's orders came first; and it was time for the Church of the bloodsheep to hold true to it's meaning - destruction.

[vminizzle]

Hotel room

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluff

warnings : slight dry humping, penetration, unprotected sex, LOVE MAKING, pet names, marking, they’re cute asf

words count : 1.5k

A/N : hello lovely people, here again I’m posting. I’m sorry if it’s annoying? 💀 well, another husband!jk fic. Please, take care of yourselves everyone. I hope you’ll like this fic. REMINDER: POOR ENGLISH. - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY VERY WELCOMED

M RATED

“wow! It’s so … fancy!” you gasped excited as you entered the luxurious hotel suite Jungkook booked for the both of you.

You took some days off to spend some time together since you’re always working and seeing each other not so often.

Often meant only when he comes home earlier than usual and eat diner with you. You couldn’t even finish a movie without one of you passing out on the couch from how exhausted you were.

So here you were in this splendid hotel room.

The floor to ceiling windows of this luxury room were one the many things you loved the most.

The idea of admiring the sunrise and sunset made you smiled, such a beautiful sight. Or watch the dark, calm and empty roads of the city at night from your hotel suite situated at the upper floors of the hotel.

The bed was huge, the walls were a pretty shade of dark beige, it made the place kind of warm and especially… romantic by how the deep red roses petals were withered on the bed and the little candles randomly disposed in the room.

Your cheeks heated up as you turned around to look at your husband “Jungkook.” you started softly playing with your fingers.

“that’s so .. beautiful. thank you”.

Your husband scratched the back of his head timidly, his ears turning red as he looked at the bed behind you.

“it’s nothing.” he said shyly.

You smiled looking down.

He cleared his voice as he approached the window.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You walked to him looking at the sun ready to disappear behind the tall buildings.

“yes it is.” you replied happily.

“But not as beautiful as you.” he said cheekily.

“oh my god shut up.” you gasped hiding your flustered face behind your hands.

He chuckled taking your hands in his gently “i love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you smiled.

Jungkook bent down slowly, his lips enveloping yours into a soft kiss. His hands found your hips pulling you closer to him.

You cupped his face gently as you smiled into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, caressing your sides.

“I’m happy we can spend time together for more than 5 hours.” he said laughing making you laugh too.

"yea, this week I’ll have the chance to wake up with my husband next to me.” you smiled softly.

He chuckled before pecking your lips. You pulled him back, wanting to kiss him more. You missed him. And so did he.

You threw your arms around his neck as he cupped your cheeks pinning you on the big window gently.

The cold glass made goosebumps raise on your skin.

“Jungkook” you moaned softly.

He hummed pushing his body on yours “baby.. I need you.” he breathed out grinding his crotch on you.

You could feel his growing erection pressed against your lower stomach.

“I need you too.” you admitted as your husband picked you up, his hands under your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his thin waist.

The sun was already saying his goodbye when Jungkook walked to the bed as you kept on kissing each other passionately.

He sat on the edge of the bed, you straddling his lap. Your hands wandered down his neck, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.

His hands were resting on your thighs, caressing your soft skin.

You started unbuttoning his shirt impatiently as you broke the kiss breathlessly. Jungkook’s hands were getting higher to the hem of your dress. 

He rose the delicate fabric off your body, throwing it away on the floor, where his shirt was already lying.

“you’re so pretty darling.” Jungkook said biting his bottom lip, his fingertips dancing on your lacy bra.

His lips found your neck, leaving soft kisses on the sensitive skin before sucking on it, his tongue warm against your throat.

“Jungkook” you threw your head back as you started grinding down on him feeling his boner.

You pressed yourself down harder on him trying to feel the little friction you’re looking for. Your husband groaned at the pressure. “you’re driving me crazy baby.”

He switched position, laying you on your back as as he hovered you. The rose petals around you making you look like a goddess to him, so ethereal.

He admired the little marks he left on your neck for a moment before feeling your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it.

“impatient?” he chuckled as he helped you unbuckle the belt.

He got rid of the rest of his clothes, freeing his painful erection from his confinement. You gulped, feeling these familiar little sparkles in your lower stomach.

Jungkook spread your legs making room for him to lay in-between them.

His fingers caressed their ways up to the hem of your panties pulling of them slightly, a silent request to give him the permission to take it off.

You nodded raising your hips up a bit to help him slide the underwear down your legs. He then bent down, biting lightly on the flesh of your thigh earning a loud moan from you. 

“you sound so good baby.” he whispered as his lips reached your tummy.

“so beautiful for me.“ he hummed as he kept on leaving open mouth kisses up to your collarbones.

You grabbed his face between your hands pulling him in a sweet kiss as he aligned himself at your entrance.

He rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly on your clit making you shiver.

“babe stop teasing.“ you whined.

”may I? “ he asked playfully making you roll your eyes.

“please?” you pursed your lips making him smile.

“don’t have to ask me twice.”

Jungkook entered you slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

You groaned at the painful yet delicious stretch. He checked on you asking if you were ok as he noticed the way you furrowed your eyebrows in an uncomfortable way.

“I’m fine. Please keep going.” you looked up at him smiling at how caring he was.

Jungkook started moving in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace when he saw the way you bit your bottom lip in a way to not make a noise.

“baby let me hear you.” he said, hand cupping your cheek gently as he bent down to put his forehead on yours.

You gripped on his shoulder tightly when he snapped his hips into yours suddenly making you cry out his name. “Fuck! Jungkook!”.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your face. You looked so pretty under him, forehead covered with little beads of sweat, eyes half-open, moaning his name loudly.

He gripped one of your thigh, placing it on his hip as he thrusted into you slowly making sure to feel your warm walls contracting around him everytime he hit your g-spot.

“fuck!! don’t stop! Just right there!”

Your husband bit his bottom lip hard, the flesh turning white. Your fingernails were buried deep into the flesh of his scratched back.

“You feel so good!” He moaned loudly as he felt you tighten around him.

“so warm and f-fuck!”

You threw your head back deep into the pillow as you felt your high coming.

“I’m so near.” you moaned grabbing on his bicep tightly.

“I got you baby.” he kissed your lips, his hand travelling down between your bodies until it reached your bud of nerves.

He drew little circles on your clit with his thumb lazily making you arch your back off the mattress.

You closed your eyes shut as his name left your throat loudly.

The way your walls keep convulsing around him made your husband feel lightheaded as he dropped his head on your chest, his breathing unsteady.

You pulled on his hair as he rode your orgasm.

Jungkook didn’t take much time to come inside you, his warm cum filling you up to the brim.

He collapsed on your sweaty body, his head buried into the crook of his neck.

“wow.” he said breathless after a moment.

“that was .. awesome.” you laughed before sighing pleasantly.

Jungkook looked up at you smiling, caressing your hair gently before picking up the delicate petal tangled in your hair.

He put it on your nose still smiling“what are you doing Kook?” you laughed making the petal fall back on the bed.

“you’re so pretty.” he pecked your lips before nudging his nose with yours.

“I love you.”

”I love you too my love“.

Jungkook laid next to you, your head on his chest, his arms holding you close to him. 

The moonlight lighting up the room was enough to see his features. He was so beautiful.

The sky was adorned with stars, the full moon hidden behind a little cloud.

”this is so beautiful." you said pointing toward the large window.

Your husband hummed. “but not as-”

“ah ah shut up.” you interrupted him before he could finish his flirtatious words. 

Jungkook laughed before agreeing. “yes it’s really beautiful”.

“thank you again babe.” you whispered.

You left a soft kiss on his neck before laying back on his chest. He hugged you tightly, keeping you close to him not wanting to let you go. 

The last thing you heard were his slow heartbeats and his sweet voice telling you how much he loved you.

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A/N : gosh I love writing soft smut 😩 I’m so sorry I’m kinda romantic sometimes 😭 anyways, husband!jungkook is the best. Have a nice weekend luvs :) - sunny

[ep2nd]

Flower and Sea Family AU

Part 3

Here's some extra things with the AU

Xornoth looks more like their father and Scott looks more like his mother

The Father(we will call him that) had an abusive relationship with their mother

Not much of physical, though there was some, more of controlling and physiological

This is one of the reasons why The Father wants Scott to himself, he doesn't love him bit he reminds The Father of his wife, and he has that dark possessive behavior

Lizzy actually isn't married yet

When Jimmy and Scott escape The Father, they also have to take Lizzy because they don't want The Father to get her

Lizzy has a series medical disease since she was a kid, and Jimmy has been trying everything to help his sister, even if he's younger

The Father doesn't like that Scott is gay and doesn't really care

At one point Scott was forced into a arranged marriage with a girl, but luckily the girls family just wanted to hurt The Father's business so it ended

The Father is not afrto do it again for personal gain

Xornoth acts broody and tough and emotionless but will be willing to do anything to make Scott feel better, yes even comfort him while he's crying and have a sleepover thing

Xornoth is AroAce

Illumina is also AroAce

Xornoth has a soft spot for their nephew, mostly because Scott cares for him and so Xornoth wants to protect him

Also because Illumina reminds them of themselves

There are also other cameos like the Wither Rose family mafia, with Gem, Fwhip, Sausage, and Zedaph

The Father has ties with the Wither Rose Family through Sausage, the Essence Family, through Pearl, and the Green Family, through Joey

Pearl and Xornoth are actually really good friends

Joey likes to fake flirt with Xornoth cause he knows it makes them mad, but They. Are. Just. Friends.

More notes for another part

I'm willing to answer any questions about anything of the AU(characters, world, plot, etc.)

[holylulusworld]

Windfall

Summary: You are the last unmarried lady. A spinster.

Pairing: Royal!Stucky x Royal!Reader

Warnings: 30+ reader, modern royal au, old fashioned society when it comes to the age of unmarried women (kinda), polyamorous, throuple marriages are allowed in this world, mentions of rejection, the reader is a loner, bitchy ladies, established mlm relationship,

Square filled for @allcapsbingo: B5: Loneliness

Words: 940+

The ladies sneer when you pass them by. You don’t spare them a glance, aware that they do not like you.

People always fear what they do not understand. Like a woman who wants more in life than being her husband's arm candy.

“I don’t know why she holds her head high like that. She’s the last unmarried daughter. Even her younger sibling and almost every cousin are engaged to a gentleman. The last one will be married soon and the poor soul not getting the chance to marry one of the younger ones will settle for the windfall.”

The other women giggle at Lady Dorothy’s words. “You’re right. No one wants the old spinster. A man wants a young woman, a beautiful innocent blossom. Not a withering rose.”

You don’t take their words to heart. They are not wrong. All the gentlemen roaming your parents' house only came for your sister or the cousins your father took in after their parents passed away.

“Lady Y/N,” you sigh when Lady Sharon makes her way toward you. At least she’s kind enough to talk to you in public. “There you are!”

“My dear,” Lord Loki, Sharon’s husband greets you. He bows and presses a chaste kiss to your hand. He’s one of the few men seeing you as more than an old spinster. Loki appreciates your wit. “How have you been?”

“Fine, Lord Loki,” you reply. Unlike the other ladies in the room, you look him straight in the eyes. You’re not the kind of woman cowering in front of a man only because he has a cock between his legs. “I hope you are well too.”

“Very well,” he smiles at his wife. “My brother finally got engaged.”

“Again,” Sharon adds. “He’s a little fickle when it comes to courting for a woman. He should grow up and settle for one lady.”

“I understand him well,” you nod thoughtfully. “It isn’t easy to find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You should choose with your heart and mind.”

You barely escaped the nagging ladies and their gossip. Now you are hiding at the library to read another book. Loki and Sharon wouldn’t mind. They invited you to use their library when you are around and read as many books as you want to.

Nose burying in another book you don’t recognize someone sneaking inside the library.

“Stevie, you look so good today.” Your eyes flit up when you hear voices behind one of the shelves. “I can’t wait to put my hands on you.”

“Buck, we can’t. Not here.”

Frowning you listen closely. There is commotion behind the shelf, and you are sure, the men are up to no good.

You close the book and get up to find out what’s going on. If someone tries to steal Loki’s books, you will stop them at all costs.

Silently sneaking toward the shelf, you practice your speech in your mind. You’re not shy, but two men can be intimidating. Especially when they try to commit a crime.

You round the shelf, stopping in your tracks as you face the men. Your breath hitches in your throat because the men do not try to steal Loki’s books. No. They are kissing each other passionately.

You recognize the men. James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers. You heard rumors about them being in a relationship but never talked to them before.

You swallow thickly. What can you do? Say something? Tell them to not do such a thing at Loki’s library.

The only thing you can do is turn back around and walk toward the armchair to read your book. If you leave the library now, they will know you saw them. If you say something, they will get mad.

So, you sit back down, open your book, and start reading. You can still hear them kiss and moan but try to blend the noises they make out. It’s inappropriate to listen to their lovemaking. Not to mention sinful and forbidden.

You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. Their moans go straight to your lower half, the sacred garden you only touch at night, hidden in your bedroom.

“Aw, Bucky. Look at that pretty angel touching herself for us. Do you think we should help her out?”

Your eyes snap open as you feel eyes on you. You didn’t realize that the book slipped from your fingers and that you bunched up your skirt to slip your hand into your panties.

“I-no. I didn’t,” you lick your dry lips. “I wouldn’t… no. This is a misunderstanding.” You furiously shake your head.

The men watch you move your fingers, smirking as you cannot stop yourself from touching your clit.

“Doll, you are rubbing your sweet pearl for us, huh?” Bucky’s eyes are glued to your spread legs. “Tell me, did you like watching Stevie and me?”

You nod.

“Did it make your petals all wet?” Steve husks. “Did you touch yourself because you wanted us to touch you?”

You nod again.

“Stevie,” Bucky whispers lowly. “Do you know who she is? The angel no one dared to marry. It’s said that she’s a fiery little thing. Untamable and mouthy.”

“I’m not!” You grunt. “How dare you say such a thing!”

“Fiery and naughty, my beloved,” Steve cups his lover’s face to kiss him deeply. He moans into Bucky’s mouth, making you gasp loudly. “I guess she needs two strong pairs of hands to tame her.”

“Indeed,” Bucky smirks. “I bet her father will be so happy when she gets married to not one but two Lords making her an honest woman…”

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[barbieaemond]

Thorns in your mouth

PART 1

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

WARNINGS: angst, smut, oral sex, a bit of religious kink, a bit of choking

WORD COUNT: 787

Author's note: Widow's blood is poison. This will likely have a third part.

taglist: @zae5 @arcielee @bunbunbl0gs @multyfangirl @chompchompluke

“Until all the roses turn to black.” you said, but they didn’t have the time to either wither or blacken. A fresh new bouquet of white roses is found on your nightstand any other day following the events above Storm’s End.

His lack of regret is also lack of concern. He doesn’t care about the Gods as much as he doesn’t care about the maid knocking while you are sprawled on the chaise as if lying in your tomb, still but feverish, waiting for another death.

“Answer.” he mumbles, with his mouth full of your cunt.

“My lady?” The young woman calls, but the call of his tongue drains you of every will, except the arching of your back, the drops of sweat on your temples. The swirls of his tongue are soft as a rose on your throbbing flesh, sharp as a thorn as he buries it deep inside. One last time and you're melting in a trickle of blood—of bones.

Your hand knots his hair and pulls at the roots, clawing at your need, raw, a wound split open that leaks and pours into his mouth. His name is a curse and a blessing clashing on your tongue, your fingers keep pulling, grasping silver and leather.

A flash of glinting blue before your eyes and you greet it with a smile, as one upon seeing a star. There’s a sneer twisting his mouth, one that you felt curling your own lips countless of times. That sneer is a glimpse into a mirror, a glimpse at your own desire. Ugly, exactly as desire is.

He thrusts inside you with ease, an act that goes almost unnoticed as breathing, but necessary. You're an extension of his body as he grips your waist and starts rutting with a cruel purpose.

“Do you like taunting the gods, don’t you?” he grins watching the seven pointed star stuck with sweat around your neck.

“I like taunting you.”

He wraps his fingers around the thin silver chain and twists, so hard he’s able to lift your head from the cushion.

“Will you get on your knees after this? Will you ask the Gods forgiveness for your sin?”

“I will ask them to give me more of it. I will beg them to make me sin before it vanishes.”

“What?”

“The smell of you on me.”

It does fade away for a few days. Everything fades away except the wailings of the Queen echoing through the walls.

“It’s not your fault.” you whisper in his mouth “It’s not your fault.”

“You’re lying.” he croaks in your neck, guiding your hips to move slower and slower.

“I know, but you believe me.”

Fingers dig in your skin, willing to break you, to tear his grief to pieces. But in the end, he only says “Yes.”

Everything was slipping from his grasp like water. Helaena, Aegon, his mother. You were the only immutable condition. Stable, firm, stone that does not scratch despite the winds, rains and storms that come against it. And he wanted to carve himself into the woven you were made of.

He asked you to stay one night, and the next, and the one after that.

“My husband will grow suspicious.” You said once, lying next to him, your flesh still entangled in one another.

“You could slip some widow’s blood in his cup.”

“To make myself a widow?”

“To make myself your husband.”

“You are.”

“No. I will be when I will fuck you in the royal gardens and no one will spare us a look. I will be when I can come inside you and see you round with my child.”

That was the last night you spent together.

Despite all the careful measures and lies and deceptions, this thing was just as plain as those white roses, plain as Aemond intended it to be. It only took a careful look. A glimpse at how your eyes would find his and his yours. It only took asking the maid to whom she was bringing those bouquets of white roses. And she did ask, Queen Alicent. She did look.

“This thing must end, Aemond. Immediately. We need her husband’s support, his army. Why are you challenging the Gods? Have they not cursed you enough?”

“I thought the Gods had forsaken me by now.”

“You forsook them the moment you succumbed to sin with a married woman.”

“I can assure you, Mother, she’s more my wife than his.”

“Enough! The Gods may have forsaken you but I did not. And I will not let you forsake your family even further.”

And enough it was.

Roses were left to bloom on their branches. While you, and him, withered and blackened.

[pherelesytsia]

Dragon's Den,

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Thomas meets his daughter's boyfriend.

Warning: Crimson, Guns, Insults, Fight

Word Count: 1.8k

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Night was falling, and the fog, a thickening veil escaping the depths of the forest painted rolling fields and meadows of withering flowers. The richly decorated table holding overflowing bowls, polished glasses, flasks containing the finest wine the cellar had to offer, and the strong whiskey stood close to each other but the rum the man with the ruthless façade enjoyed the most stood far from the head of the table.

The young woman chuckled. Eyes flickered in amusement, glowed like the firmament after midnight. Y/N, dressed in an auburn-coloured evening dress, brought the glass to her lips, took a generous sip, but the taste, sweeter than honey, couldn't fool her senses. She couldn't suppress the grin any longer, grinned and chuckled, and the tones escaping her lips soured his fragile mood. Her husband, the man feared by the strongest of warriors and the wickedest of politicians, was incensed and close to declare war on mankind. The man dressed in a suit circled the hall, an eagle, a hawk circling the fields for a prey, a rabbit searching for a hole in the ground.

The blazing fire rising in the fireplace kissed his hardening features and Y/N was sure, after years of marriage, that she had not seen her husband in this condition. Crossing her legs, Y/N leaned back and offered her husband an encouraging smile, but Thomas was oblivious, focused on the empty road leading to the mansion. The clock was ticking, wandering not still, and Thomas counted the seconds.

            "You promised me there would be no bloodshed, Thomas." Y/N spoke in a calm tone.

She pointed to the gun on the table.

            "Promises are meant to be broken." Thomas snarled.

            "Are you sure you don't want to take back this statement, my love?" Y/N joked, hoped the answer words would amuse him, but she was wrong.

Perplexed, Thomas halted abruptly, arms swung forward as his feet rooted deep into the ground. Brows touched and lips parted, but before the first word, the first syllable could escape, Y/N lifted her hand. The diamond bedded in gold sparkled in the glow of the chandelier and burning candles and the other no less beautiful, a simple silver band, without a gem nor precious stone, bought at times not much money filled the vault. She pointed to the ring, the one not bearing a sparkling stone.

            "This is something else, darling. Don't pull us in. I loved you sincerely and my love never lessened. We married out of love and I don't regret a day of our marriage. This is something else.” Thomas interjected.

Thomas turned, strolled towards his wife seated on the sofa.

            "Thomas, we knew it would come to this one day.", "How can you stay so calm?" he questions, his calm façade broke.

            "Didn't you see the signs? The way she waited for the postman to arrive, when the phone rang, she ran downstairs as if hunted by a wolf. She stole my makeup and broke my favourite red lipstick. She asked me if we could visit the seamstress, needed a new dress and skirts." Y/N questioned.

Thomas fell silent and his features paled, thought of the early mornings when his daughter, his flesh and blood, asked him if the postman had delivered a letter for her. Groaning, he stopped in front of his wife, was blind to the signs.

            "When we fell in love, we were younger than Rose. We married young. When I fell in love with you, I was always grinning, laughing and joyful. I wrote you letters and suddenly our daughter was interested if she got a letter. And last week she wanted to borrow one of my evening dresses because she was going to a party with her friends. She snuck into our bedroom and stole my red lipstick, our daughter who never wanted to wear red." Y/N continued with her observations.

The scales fell from Thomas' eyes. He gasped, cursed the man who had dared to fool his daughters' senses, couldn't believe how blind, how foolish he was in believing his daughter would stay his little princess for the rest of her life. His shaking fingers divided his hair.

            "Thomas, dearest, I understand you. After all, it's my daughter too and at her age it's normal to fall in love and our daughter fell in love in a boy.", "Yes, a boy, couldn't she go back to playing in her room with dolls and being a princess. For all I care she can invite me to a tea party, I'll gladly tea the invisible tea and pretend it tastes good.” Thomas spoke.

His voice quavered, balled his hands into fists. The veins of fury on his forehead threatened to burst. Shaking his head, he stopped in front of the raging flames, and he, the feared man, turned into a devilish creature of the depths of the mountain, a sharp-tongued figure with horns and glittering eyes.

Y/N leaned forward, placed her hand on her knee, and stared at the ticking wall clock.

            "I don't like it." Thomas sneered.

            "I'd be lying if I said I was happy with her choice of partner, but we can't forbid Rose to see him. If you're going to forbid her to ever see him again in her life, then she's going to secretly meet him. That's what lovers do. I don't think I need to remind you of how my parents reacted when you asked my father for my hand in marriage." Y/N interjected.

In a steady rhythm his fingers tapped against the fireplace, leaned closer to the warm stone and he tried to compose, but he couldn't stop the grin from shaping on his features melting like ice. Thomas remembered it all, the mornings when he stood in front of his wife´s parents house in a patched suit, asking her father for his daughter's hand in marriage, how he had looked at him like a puny bug, condescending and able to trample him like a beetle, and not even the Shelby's charm found good ground. At that time, many years ago, Thomas thought he would never take Y/N as his wife, but the ring remembered him of the morning when she sneaked out of the house to marry him.

            "Should I remember you of the nights when I jumped out of the windows to meet you?" Y/N chuckled.

Memories flooded back, returned in waves.

            "Thank you, you have calmed me a lot.", "Like father, like daughter." Y/N joked.

She chuckled and arose, wandered on and turned towards her husband.

            "Thomas, I understand you. I feel the same way, but I know as well as you do that our daughter will never leave her lover because we want to. He and Rose will arrive in less than ten minutes. We will welcome them with open arms and mind. If you have a reasonable argument that he is a bad influence on our daughter except that he is dating her and a man, then we can talk to her about that matter." she breathed and calmed her husband.

Slowly, he approached his wife.

            "You are too good for this world.", "You can't compare us to them. I wasn't in a good position. Your father thought I wanted to marry you for the money. Our daughter was born into a wealthy family and besides my wife, whom I love, she is one of my biggest weaknesses. Her boyfriend might not be interested in her, but I will not allow any rat to take advantage of my daughter." Thomas hissed.

Eyes widened, looked in the same direction, and the couple noticed the automobile slowing to a halt. Thomas tensed, stood tall, soothed his suit and buttoned the buttons.

            "Please, promise me you won't put a bullet through his head. Not yet, not in front of the kids.", "Charlie's not here. He's staying at a friend's house. There wouldn't be a witness." Thomas joked.

His arms wrapped around her body, lowered his hands on her back and breathed a featherlike kiss on her forehead. And he closed his eyes, sucked in the scent of vanilla and roses and cupped her left cheek.

            "Good evening, Thomas. I need to talk to you. I was at the factory and a shipment arrived broken. I spoke to the delivery man, but he wants to talk to you. Call him." Arthur greeted and strolled towards his brother.

Thomas rolled his eyes, leaned back, and breathed a soft apology. He looked up at his brother, about to send him away, to tell him to take care of the problem himself, but Thomas knew he was the one who had to take care of it. He nodded in the direction of his brother marching towards the staircase.

            "Go Thomas." Y/N breathed.

            "I'll take care of it later." Thomas answered.

Her hands rested on his chest, right on his pitch-black tie, and wandered down to his suit pocket, tilting his head.

            "I´ll greet them. And while you're up there, you can take your gun upstairs. Don't get the wrong idea." Y/N chuckled.

Thomas grinned, burst out in laughter, couldn't believe how well his wife knew him.

            "I'll hurry." he promised.

Thomas walked away, hurried, took a step back, promised he would be back as soon as possible, that he would not leave her alone for long in the stranger's company. He brushed the lone strand away behind her ear. Y/N placed her hands on his chest again, felt his fast-beating heart under her touch and pushed him away, told him to leave and Thomas hesitantly moved away. Y/N turned her back on her husband running up the stairs. Y/N missed his closeness, wanted to follow him, wrap her arms around his torso and find herself in the land of dreams.

Folding her hands in front of her body in a prayerful gesture, she listened to the silence, heard her husband's laughter as he closed the door behind him into the office. Tensing Y/N forced a smile, tried to ignore the fears his words had initiated. A knock accompanied by soft words followed by chanting keys echoed throughout the mansion. The howling wind invading the house seeped through her hair, standing praying in the glow of candles and the chandelier.

[cambion-companion]

maybe a bit random lol but aemondxwife!reader where halaena has a prediction/dream of the reader being pregnant and that's how aemond finds out

Of course, Nonnys! I am happy to serve!

71. A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

Aemond x fem!reader | fluff fluff fluff

The chatter of the dining room buzzed pleasantly in your ears as you sat with your family at the round oaken table. You sipped your warm peppermint tea, smiling fondly at your husband as he engaged his sister in smiling conversation. Aegon, sitting to your left, down his glass of wine in one go, rising slightly to reach the wine pitcher sat in the center of the table. Aemond broke off what he was saying to Helaena, reaching a long arm out to scoot the pitcher out of Aegon's reach.

"You absolute ass, Aemond."

"You've had quite enough." Came the low reply.

Both you and Helaena watched their exchange with interest.

"I'll remind you I am the elder brother here. I'll say when I've had enough!" With a grunt Aegon leapt at the wine pitcher, scattering cutlery as he flailed.

Aemond let him retrieve it, watching with thinly veiled annoyance. He licked his lips, his violet eye flitting to your face as he swallowed his retort. You shook your head as Aegon refilled his cup to the brim with the dark purple liquid, taking an enthusiastic swig and giving Aemond the finger.

Aemond rose abruptly, his fork clattering atop his plate as he stared daggers at his brother.

"Dragonseed will flower." Helaena said suddenly, her soft voice loud in the sudden silence. You watched Aemond's shoulders tense, his brow furrowed at his sister as she continued. "Bearing fruit of the second."

"Helaena?" You asked, looking at her quizzically. Aegon took no notice, too deep in his cups to care.

"Growing in you." Helaena's purple eyes found your own as she smiled slightly at you. "Seed of the second, bearing fruit."

"I-Aemond!" You gasped, realization hitting, your hands flying to clasp your abdomen.

His eye was wide as he quickly moved around the table to your side, touching your hands atop your stomach as you rose from your chair. "I wasn't entirely sure yet, so I didn't want to say anything." You explained, breath mingling with Aemond's as his fingers trailed up your body to trace your lips and jaw. "Aemond...I think I'm pregnant."

Aegon whistled.

"Seed of the second." Aemond repeated Helaena's words with an awed voice, his head dipping down to skim his lips over yours. "You bear my child, Y/N." He kissed you gently, reverently, worshipping your taste. He pulled away only slightly, murmuring against your mouth. "I love you." Aemond pressed his lips to yours once more, harder this time, his elation and excitement evident as he deepened the embrace, his tongue tangling with your own.

"Get a room!" Groaned Aegon, breaking the magic of the moment. You and Aemond pulled apart, both shooting withering looks at the inebriated prince.

"I think that's a marvelous idea!" You said, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you tugged Aemond toward the door.

"Happy to be of service." Aegon waved you off, smiling into his goblet.

"I'm so happy!" Helaena clapped and giggled merrily. "I'm going to be an aunt!"