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vintagegirl01 · 4 days ago

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I have a feeling we aren’t in the 21st century anymore! (Chapter 4)

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem reader

Summary: You find yourself in a time and place you aren’t familiar with. Now trying to find your way home, you come across a man unlike any other.

A/N: Getting back into writing for this series. This chapter borrows from the theme from Wicked’s I’m not that Girl. Hope you all enjoy it!

It has been a few months since you first mysteriously woke up in Caladan.

When you had come clean about where you are from, Leto was surprisingly calm about the situation. Rather, he merely suggested that he would have his scientists and such work on a way to get you home. As you or no one else could come up with a theory as to how you ended up here in the first place.

Initially, you were so uncomfortable with your current situation that you had refused to come out of the room Leto had offered for you to stay in for the duration of your stay until you could get back to your time.

Though it was Leto who took it upon himself to come into your room and visit you. Whether it was having a meal with you or simply talking about each other’s respective day, Leto had always made the effort to offer you company. He eventually made such progress with you that he was able to take you on a tour of Caladan. Both within his castle and beyond its walls.

It was through his listening to Leto’s calm, baritone voice that you were able to see the beauty of this planet. His home was full of lush greenery, large oceans, and rainfall as well as the wonderful people that lived within it. Especially the man who currently ruled over it.

Though, you hadn’t realized when your feelings went past platonic until a few hours ago.

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A few hours ago….

You were up on a ladder looking for a book to read through his personal library that he often welcomed you to look through as he stood beside the latter talking to you.

You could remember exactly what you were talking about at that moment but somehow you were so distracted by the conversation that you failed to realize that you had missed a step from the ladder and were about to fall.

Before you could react, you noticed that you had not fallen to the ground. For Leto had caught you in his arms, holding you against his chest, bridal style.

Not knowing what else to say, you look up at him. “Uh… Thank you…”

When you notice that the man hasn’t said anything to you, you step out of his grasp. “I have to go.”

Before Leto could say anything, you leave the room heading to your room.

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Back to the present….

You smile to yourself as you reminisce on all of this.

Had it not been for him, you might have lost your mind in this situation.

Perhaps if everything was different, he would have been the man of your dreams. The one who you’d want to spend your life with.

Don’t dream too far, you tell yourself. Don't lose sight of who you are. A woman from the past. Don't remember that rush of joy. You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when you are around or think of him.

You know of the fact that he’s expected to be paired with a woman called Jessica from some sisterhood that is required to breed with men from powerful houses based on what Leto told you was expected of him.

Though you have never met Jessica before, you’ve seen her around the castle a few times with Leto. Either having meals together or simply walking around the gardens together.

It shouldn’t hurt you that they are spending time together, but it does. As all those times the two of you have spent together remind you of the reality that what lies between the two of you is mere friendship for one another. Nothing more.

Because you let your mind wander to the land of what-might-have-been.

Reality wakes you up from this to remind you that you aren’t from this time nor are you like her with her regal beauty and grace. She is all those things that you lack.

Tall. Slender. Green-eyed. Bronze Hair that is frequently done up or down nicely to go with her beautiful gowns that often compliment her. “She is the woman he chose,” you remind yourself as you settle into bed for the night.

You know in your heart that once you can find a way home, your time here in Caladan will only be a distant memory for him. For you, however, you will never forget. Not this place nor of him.

Because you were in love with him.

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vintagegirl01 · 5 days ago

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PSA to followers reading I have a feeling we aren’t in the 21st century anymore! :

Hope you are doing well.

Currently, I’m writing and editing the fourth part of this series as I realized it has been a while since I’ve done anything for this story.

Don’t know how many people cared for this series but I simply couldn’t leave it at the last part’s cliffhanger.

Therefore, I will try to have this story out by tomorrow or sometime this week. I hope this is good news for some of those who have been reading this. If not, please disregard this post ☺️.

Taglist:

@ominoose @official-mr-knight @autismsupermusicalassassin @angel-of-the-moons @reallyrallyauthor @runa-falls @bit-dodgy-innit @hoedamn-eron @missdictatorme @oscarissac2099 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

#alternate universe #duke of caladan #duke leto x you #duke leto x reader #duke leto #psa #public service announcement #next part #in the works #upcoming story #upcoming #finally #inspiration strikes

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vintagegirl01 · 15 days ago

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Thanks for tagging @steven-grants-world . The result I got was the cute little hamster like @sapphirebarnes .

No pressure tags:

@chrism02 @cupcakeinat0r @missdictatorme @melodygatesauthor @geeky-politics-46 @emma23 @reallyrallyauthor @runa-falls @angel-of-the-moons @autismsupermusicalassassin @bit-dodgy-innit

@brunchable @vickiee-mcmuffin @clemdango04 @oscarssimp @official-mr-knight @ominoose

The quiz was so fun to takeee!!!!!!

There is also a lil mini interaction after the quiz!!!! So cuteeee!!!!!

#valentines day #happy valentine's day #happy valentines #love #love quiz #fun #cuteness #adorable

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vintagegirl01 · 18 days ago

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How Would the Moon Boys Celebrate Valentine's Day with you:

Steven:

-The two of you plan a moonlight picnic. As you two much on your favorite foods, Steven tells you about all the constellations in the sky.

*Though you sometimes don’t catch on to everything he says as you are distracted by his soothing voice. Unbeknownst to you, poor Steven worries that he is stuttering too much as he notices the way you are nuzzling into his chest.

Marc:

-The two of you cook a romantic dinner together at home as he prefers to be away from others and you wish for him to be comfortable. This would eventually turn into a self-care night as the two of you share a nice, steaming bubbly bath to relax the muscles (especially Marc’s).

*Throughout it all, you give him endless words of affirmation that show you love and appreciation all he does for you every day of the year. Despite this causing him to tear up and get emotional, you only encourage him to let it out. As this was something he never had the opportunity to do in his life until you. Therefore, you weren’t going to deprive him of that like so many in his life had.

Jake:

-The two of you go food-truck hopping in the city before going to a drive-in movie. You are his passenger princess. Also, a lot of your best memories have taken place in his car if you catch my drift 😉.

*Yes. He would be the type to pretend to yawn, so that he wraps his arms around you and brings you closer to him.

Taglist:

@autismsupermusicalassassin @angel-of-the-moons @reallyrallyauthor @runa-falls @missdictatorme @bit-dodgy-innit @emma23 @hoedamn-eron @melodygatesauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @faretheeoscar @female-hysterics @oscarssimp @official-mr-knight @ominoose

#valentines day #moon knight #moon knight 2022 #moon knight fanfic #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #reader interactive #reader insert #female reader

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vintagegirl01 · 18 days ago

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You are always worth it.

Hunt Athalar x half-human (type of creature is your choice) female reader

Summary: Since being with you, his mate, Hunt decides that this first Valentine’s Day as a couple should be a special one. The only thing, what can he do to show his love and mate his appreciation for her on the day of love?

A/N: Do not engage if not 18+.

Of all the things that Hunt Athalar has faced in his 200 plus years of life from wars to demons, never did he think that the day dedicated to love would be what caused him to tremble in fear.

While Valentine's Day was something that he had never thought about in his lifetime, all that changed after having a conversation with Isaiah and a few of the other angels at the 33rd.

“What are you going to do for your girl, Athalar?” the dark-skinned angel asked Hunt as he gently nudged him.

Hunt smiles to himself. Thinking about you just brings a smile to his face. “I thought about maybe us staying in. Make dinner together, watch something on tv together, the works.”

“That’s it?” One of the new recruits chimed in. A male with blonde hair by the surname of Lowell.

Hunt looks at the male that spoke up in confusion. “Yeah. What’s wrong with that?”

Lowell begins to look at him as if he was the dumbest person in the room. “This is the most romantic day of the year, and you want to treat the mate and love of your life with something the two of you can do any other day?”

These words cause Hunt to frown. Were you expecting him to do something big? Would you be mad if he didn’t? No, this is what you were talking about. You aren’t one to get mad over trivial things like this.

Isiah steps in to defend Hunt. “Knock it off. All of you. I’m sure Athalar knows what he’s doing.”

The dark-skinned angel pats Hunt’s shoulder soothingly. As if to tell him not to listen to the dicks that didn’t know a thing about the relationship you two had.

Still, the dicks had a point. Hunt shouldn’t treat Valentine's Day as a regular day. This is his opportunity for him to express his endless love and appreciation for having you in his life.

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What am I going to do? Hunt thinks to himself as he caresses you while your head rests on his bare chest.

You two had completed your third round of making love, and even though you were starting to grow stamina for him, you still had some human characteristics. As a result, the demanding activities you engage in with one another continue to exhaust you.

Looking down to see your sleeping face be graced with an unconscious smile, Hunt knows that he has to make this first Valentine’s Day you two have together the first and best of many that you will share together.

You have given him so much already since being together and he still feels that he needs to do everything he can do to prove to you–mainly himself–that he is worthy of you and the love you have and continue to give him.

He then kisses the top of your head one last time before lying back in a comfortable position, with you in his arms, before letting sleep take over.

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A few days later…Valentines Day

You wake up to find the bed empty.

Though Valentine’s Day isn’t a huge deal for you, you had hoped the two of you could spend the day together. Nevertheless, you know working for the 33rd hardly called for any days of rest when there was something going on.

Before you can sit up in yours and your mates shared bed, you hear footsteps head towards your room. The door opens to reveal your mate, Hunt, carrying a tray full of goodies and bouquet of roses as well as wearing his black sweatpants with his tan muscles and dark wings on display for your viewing pleasure.

You sit up, using the bed sheets to cover your naked body. “Baby, what are you doing here? I thought you were already at work.”

Hunt walks up to your side of the bed, putting the tray down on the side table as he kneels to take your small hands into his much larger ones. “I took the day off, so that we can spend time together. I hope you don’t mind.”

You let your hands travel into Hunt’s dark locks. “Mind? It’s just what I wanted.”

The angel smiles. “Perfect. We’ll start with breakfast and go from there.”

Before Hunt can grab the tray from the side table, you stop him. “I got you something for today. It isn’t big but just a little something to show I love you.

As you start getting up, large hands stop you from continuing. “That can wait. Right now, I want to show you how much I love you.”

The sheets are pulled away from you as the two of you spend the next hour starting off your Valentine’s Day right. Even if your breakfast was cold by the time both of you ate.

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Hunt was almost ready, he was putting on his shoes, as he checks himself out one last time in the mirror, to make sure that his look is good and perfect for the day, and it's all for you, he can hear you in the bathroom, probably getting yourself ready, and that's all he wants, to make this day perfect for you, and to see you happy.

When you come out, Hunt is greeted by a beautiful light pink, off the shoulder midi dress (dress is merely inspo for what dress looks like; not to be depicted as reader having a particular body size)with nude flats. Your hair and makeup done nicely.

“How do I look?” You ask him, giving a little twirl.

His brown eyes go wide the moment you come out, he can't believe how beautiful you look, stunning, he is left dumbfounded as he looks at you, and his mouth hangs open a bit, as he sees you spin, showing him your outfit.

"F-F-Fuck." He stutters.

You giggle. “That bad, huh?”

He just shakes his head, as he comes closer to you, still wide-eyed, he gently grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer to him, his eyes still tracing every single part of your body, before he finally looks into your eyes again, a smirk on his face.

"You know exactly what you're doing to me right now, don't you?"

“I do. But it’s nice to hear you say it.”

You then bring your left hand up to caress his right cheek. “ You look so handsome. Even more than usual.”

He leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he relishes in the feeling of your fingers on his cheek, he grabs your hand and presses a soft kiss on your wrist, his hand moving to your waist again, bringing you even closer to him, and he can't help but smile at your words, he looks into your eyes, his gaze warm with affection.

"And you look absolutely breathtaking, but then again, you always do, no matter what you wear."

Your smile never leaves your lips. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

Hunt stands there for a moment, just admiring you, before he nods gently, his hand squeezing your hip softly.

"I'm ready, let's go."

He takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours, as he slowly leads you out of the apartment, a small smile on his face as he looks at you.

"You're gonna be surprised, trust me."

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From the moment you both left your shared apartment until now, you were completely speechless. Hunt had managed to plan out the most perfect day for you, everything, from the places you had visited to the activities that the two of you had done together. He wanted to make sure that this day was perfect for you, and he had succeeded.

Right now, the two of you are sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant, the lights low and romantic, the soft music playing in the background. Hunt is sitting across from you, looking at you, still in awe of your beauty.

“Oh, Hunt. Today was amazing. But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble. I feel bad that I only gave you a Valentine’s Day gift basket I made for you when you did all this for me.”

Hunt shakes his head immediately, a small scoff leaving his lips.

“Are you kidding? Your gift basket is the best gift I've ever received, and I'm not just saying that. I loved every single thing in there, and the fact that you took the time to make it yourself, made it even better."

He leans forward, reaching across the table to grab your hand, his thumb stroking the back of your hand softly.

"Don't ever feel bad, your gift is more than enough, and more than I deserve."

You frown. “More than you deserve? Baby, where's this coming from?”

Hunt sighs softly, as he looks down at your hand, his fingers still stroking the back of your hand gently.

"It's just... I don't know, sometimes I feel like I don't deserve you. You're so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so amazing, and I'm... I'm just me. I'm just a messed-up ex-soldier who's tried to do better. I just feel like you deserve better than me."

You shake your head. “Baby, you’re more than your past. You know I love you. Though I wonder if I have done something to make you doubt yourself like this?”

Hunt shakes his head immediately, looking up at you, a gentle but firm expression on his face.

"No, no, you've done nothing wrong, you've been nothing but unbelievably amazing, loving, and supportive. It's just... sometimes, there's just this little voice in the back of my head that tells me I'm not enough, that I'm not worthy of you. But it's just a stupid voice, I know it's not true."

He let go of your hand, running his fingers through his hair, sighing softly.

“Don’t listen to that voice because it’s far from the truth. You are more than worthy of everything in your life, especially me.”

Hunt couldn't help but smile softly at your words, hearing you always seemed to reassure him that his self-doubts were nothing in comparison to your love. His eyes softened as he looked at you, his expression becoming tender.

"You always know how to make me feel better. I swear, I don't know what I'd do without you."

He let out a small laugh, his hand reaching out again to take yours, gently squeezing it as he continued to look at you with unwavering affection.

The two of you spend the rest of the evening enjoying your meal, talking, and just being in each other's company. Hunt, despite his worries and insecurities, couldn't help but feel at peace with you. When it's time to leave, Hunt helps you put on your coat, his hand lingering on your waist as he leads you out of the restaurant.

"Are you ready to head back home? Or is there something else that you would like to do? It's up to you."

“I am ready to head home. I have one more present I need to give you before the day ends.”

Hunt looks at you, curiosity in his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips as he nods.

"One more present, huh? And what could that be?"

You smirk. “You will just have to wait and see.”

Hunt raises an eyebrow, amused by your smirk and your mysterious tone. He can't help but be curious now, he loves your surprises.

"Alright, I'm intrigued. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me."

He takes your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as the two of you walk back home, his mind now filled with anticipation and curiosity about your surprise present.

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It’s been 10 minutes and Hunt is still sitting on the bed as he waits for you to come out of the restroom.

Hunt is growing more and more curious now, and a bit impatient. He can hear you moving around in the bathroom, and he is itching to just barge in there and see what you are up to.

"What's taking you so long in there? You're not changing your mind about the surprise, are you?" He calls out, a teasing tone in his voice.

Your giggle echoes from behind the bathroom door. “Hold on, baby. Just adding the finishing touches.”

Hunt huffs out a small laugh, his impatience only growing by the second.

"Hurry up, you're taking so long. I'm about to break down the door and barge in there myself!" He jokes, sitting on the bed and tapping his fingers on the comforter.

Just as soon as he utters that statement, he hears the bathroom door open, and he looks up, and what he sees makes his brain short circuit for a moment. His jaw drops as his eyes rake over your body, taking in your appearance, the outfit you're in. It's... damn.

Hunt is completely enthralled, his eyes moving over every inch of you, his brain struggling to form coherent sentences. You look stunning, and he can't take his eyes off you as your most intimate body parts are covered by red satin.

"Fuck, you look..." He trails off, his voice low and filled with desire. He licks his lips, his body reacting immediately to the sight of you.

You walk up to where he is on his side of the bed. “Happy Valentine's Day, Hunt. Want to open your present?”

Hunt can't even form words, he just nods, his eyes still glued to your body. He can feel his desire growing with every second that passes, and he just wants to touch you, to take you right here and now.

"Y-Yes... yes, please," he finally managed to get out, his voice ragged and needy.

You climb atop your mate, getting him ready for the long night the two of you will have together.

Hunt lets out a low moan as you climb on top of him, his hands instantly coming up to touch, to feel your body under his fingertips. His eyes are dark with desire, his breath coming in short gasps as he looks up at you, completely entranced by your beauty. He runs his hands up your thighs, his fingers gripping tightly, as he pushes you down against him.

"You are so damn gorgeous, you drive me crazy."

“Now, should I take night tonight or let you do the honors?”

Hunt looks up at you, a smirk on his face as he grabs your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He can feel your heat against him, and his body is already reacting to your closeness.

"Tonight, you take the lead, I want you to do whatever you want to me. Just please, don't take it easy on me."

You do has he says that night. Taking the lead as you attempt to convey with your actions how much he means to you as you do to him.

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vintagegirl01 · 21 days ago

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PSA to Crescent City Fandom:

Hope you all are doing well.

Just posted a new Crescent City story, so I hope you all get the chance to read it.

On that note, I hope to finish my Hunt Athalar x reader Valentines story either this weekend or early next week. Currently, I’m stumped on what should happen next in the story.

Thanks to all my followers and simply anyone reading my post for doing so. Though I may not be popular like some of my favorite writers, I simply enjoy writing. Especially for an underserved community (Hunt Althalar stans unite!!).

Hope you all are doing alright out there. Just know no matter what the situation may seem, there are still people and forces out there who fight battles for us that we are unaware of.

#public service announcement #crescent city fandom #upcoming story #special shoutouts #hunt athalar #umbra mortis

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vintagegirl01 · 21 days ago

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Three is NOT a Crowd

Hunt Athalar x Bryce Quinlan x female witch reader (half-witch)

Summary: Hunt and Bryce are happily committed mates to one another. However, it’s a chance meeting with you that the angel and starborne princess realize that there is one thing missing from making their relationship perfect: You.

A/N: Since I enjoy this couple pairing, I thought of this idea. Currently, will be just a one shot and see where it goes from here. Will contain some smut later in the story so please avoid it if not interested. Otherwise, sit back and enjoy.

Hunt and Bruce just walked into the White Raven hand in hand. It is Friday night and it has been a while since the two of them had gotten together to hang out with their friends.

When they see they make eye contact with their friends, they both wave to them before making their way over to greet them.

In attendance is Fury and Juniper along with Hypaxia, the frat pack (Ruhn, Flynn, Declan, Connor, Tharion) as well as their mates (Lydia, Marc, Sathia).

Getting down to the last of the greetings, Hunt and Bryce come face to face with you.

Noticing the silence, Hypaxia makes her way over and introduces you. “Bryce, Hunt, this is (y/n). She is a fellow med witch who works with me at the new hospital I work for. She’s also a childhood friend.”

You smile at them both shyly. “It’s so good to finally meet you both. Pax has told me so much about you both. Plus, you both are quite well-known.”

After Hypaxia leaves to go talk to a girl from work, you are left face to face with the starborn princess and Umbra Mortis.

It’s a few seconds of the three of you looking at one another that the red-haired female comes up to you.

“Hey, you wanna grab a drink?” Bryce asked her with that same kind smile. You nod and follow her to the bar, before noticing a little smile come across the Umbra Mortis face.

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While you figured that Hunt and Bryce would go back to focusing on one another once you got drinks, they invited you to tag along with them for the remainder of the night.

Unbeknownst to you, both mates felt an instant connection to you. Bryce, in particular, had been watching you closely all throughout the evening. She noticed just about everything about you and how you interacted with the others. She definitely noticed that shy and docile yet adorable demeanor of yours and she especially noticed the way Hunt’s eyes kept darting to you.

Hunt, who never had a thing for shy and docile girls, was finding himself growing increasingly intrigued by you. His eyes had been darting to you constantly, almost as if he couldn’t keep them off you. It annoyed him how your shyness attracted him so much. He didn’t necessarily like shyness. He usually found it to be a mildly irritating personality trait. But it looked almost endearing on you. Especially when you kept smiling at him and Bryce whenever they told you some funny stories from their lives.

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After that night, the three of you begin to hangout more. While you never thought you’d be attracted to females, you find yourself attracted to Bryce and her mate Hunt.

Though you try to hide these feelings, in fear that you might offend them. Even though they treat you with kindness, you can’t help but feel guilty for even thinking of them in this way. They were clearly a couple, hell, they even mated. And in all the interactions you’d had with them, it was obvious they were in love with each other.

So you tried to push away the growing feelings, keeping your distance and trying hard not to look at them too much.

However, both Bryce and Hunt notice how withdrawn you’ve become around them and it doesn’t escape their attention that you are trying to keep distant. Hunt, especially, becomes more observant of you, his gaze fixed on you more often than it used to be.

They both began wondering at first what caused your change in behavior before finally noticing it themselves: how your eyes lingered on them or how your face flushed in their presence.

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When you finally tell them of your date with a dragon shifter (in hopes that you’d be able to move on from having feelings for the two), both of them are left speechless.

Bryce and Hunt had been so sure of the growing feelings between the three of you that they felt their stomachs drop when they found out you were going on a date with the dragon shifter. For a moment, they were both stunned to silence, unsure how to go about the situation.

Though neither of them really wanted to admit it, they were both jealous. And both of them had been secretly hoping to confess to you themselves.

When it comes down to the night of the date, the two of them are waiting in the living room as you get ready. They both had insisted that you get ready at their place to give you moral support.

When you finally come down wearing a (f/c) dress that simply hugs you in all the right places and some heels to go with. Different from your usual attire.

”What do you two think?” You ask the female and male in front of you, giving them a twirl.

Their eyes widened at the same time the moment you stepped out of your room wearing a rather… revealing outfit. Hunt’s grip on the couch tensed, while Bryce’s heart was racing in her chest. Both of them were definitely surprised and taken aback, and neither could deny that look was rather breathtaking on you.

“Damn,” Hunt said with a low grunt. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

You begin to frown. “Oh no! Does it look bad on me?”

Both Bryce and Hunt look at you with wide eyes, shaking their heads as they try to gather their thoughts to be able to speak properly to you.

“You, uh, look beautiful,” Bryce manages to choke out through her sudden nerves.

Hunt is speechless for a moment, his heart pounding a little too hard. He finally clears his mind enough to rasp, “Yeah.. you look…”

“Good. Really good…” he says in a low voice.

You smile at them both. “Thank you both. I’m just so nervous about tonight.”

Bryce and Hunt nod in agreement, both of them unable to look away from you. As your words and the way you look in the outfit are sending their thoughts to places they definitely shouldn’t go.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” Bryce tells you gently. “You’re going to be just fine and anyone would want to be with you.”

Hunt, though, just watches you from his position on the couch. He remains silent but he’s itching to tell you not to go on that date. To stay with him and Bryce.

“Oh you guys, I hope to find my mate as you have found each other.”

It pains them to hear your hopeful words. They both want to respond to them, but they are both too scared. But hearing you say that, seeing how hopeful you are and knowing you may be about to go off with some dragon shifter is just too much for Hunt.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He finally blurts out.

You gave him a look of confusion. “What do you mean, Hunt?”

The Umbra Mortis shifts uneasily on the couch, his fingers tightening their grip on the cushions. It’s clear he’s trying to not let the frustration and jealousy he feels show in his voice.

“You’re going to go off tonight with some dragon shifter you don’t even know…” he mutters, his words bitter.

“Yeah, that’s kind of how dating works, silly.” You giggle. “You get to know a person through a first date.”

Hunt grumbles and grits his teeth. He knows he’s being irrational but he can’t help it. Not when he has feelings for you that are making things too complicated.

“I just…” he starts, but falters before continuing. “I don’t know if you’re being safe by going out with someone you barely know. What if something happens?”

“It’s in a public place. Plus, I have yours and Bryce’s numbers on speed dial.”

Hunt’s scowl intensifies, not wanting to admit that you having their numbers made him feel reassured. But it was true. Knowing you had a means to contact them in case of an emergency helped ease some of his worry.

He manages to force out a reply, “I know. Just text us to let us know you haven’t been murdered or anything.”

“I promise.” You lean down to where they on the couch and kiss their cheeks. The ringer goes off on your phone.

“Alright. My ride is here. Wish me luck.”

Hunt and Bryce both stiffen at the kiss. They both look stunned as they watch you grab your things and head towards the door.

Hunt just stares after you, his breath catching in his throat. Bryce manages to croak out softly, “Good luck.”

It’s at that moment that Hunt and Bryce realize that you are their mate. Though thirds are rare they can happen and that is the case with the relationship between the three of you.

They had suspected before that you could be their mate. Especially when the three of you began hanging out together more often, and their feelings for you deepened. But it wasn’t until you had gone off with another male that they finally realized it.

Seeing you leave the house to go on a date with someone else had made their hearts clench, their anger and jealousy flaring at the thought of someone else having you. It was the exact same feeling they had felt with each other once they realized they were mates.

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The next day….

Hunt and Bryce are both sitting in the living room, tensely waiting. They had been impatiently awaiting news of how your date had gone. So when they received your text and read through it, their shoulders slumped simultaneously. Both felt an immense sense of relief. No, they had felt overjoyed. You and the dragon shifter didn’t feel anything more than platonic friendship. Which meant there was still a chance for Bryce and Hunt to tell you they want you as their mate.

They both sat in silence for a moment, just staring down at your text. Then, they realized the opportunity this gave them. A chance to tell you the truth about their feelings and finally admit you were all mates.

The two looked at each other simultaneously, gazes locked. And from the look on their faces, they both knew they were thinking the same thing.

It was time to tell you the truth.

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They both felt a rush of adrenaline as they texted you and invited you to visit them. It was time they told you about the truth.

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang, signalling your arrival. They both stood still in front of the door for a moment, looking at each other silently. Hunt took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.

“Hi,” you say with that permanent smile that is always on your face in their presence.

They both smiled at the sight of you as the door opened. They welcomed you in and closed the door behind you. There was a strange tension in the air - they were both anxious to tell you their truth. So, after you settled in the living room, Hunt broke the silence.

"Come here. We need to talk to you about something."

“Hunt, Bryce… is everything alright?” You ask nervously. You hoped nothing bad was going on between them. You loved them very dearly and wished only the best for them.

They both fidget a little, clearly nervous. Hunt and Bryce take respective seats on either side of you, keeping their gazes fixed on you.

“Everything is fine,” Hunt tells you, but Bryce quickly interrupts.

“Actually, there is something we need to talk to you about.”

“... Nothing bad I hope,” You ask reassurangly.

They both attempt to give you reassuring smiles.

“Nothing bad,” Hunt says again, before falling silent.

Bryce takes a deep breath and begins, “We invited you over so we could talk about something important and… serious.”

The male and female exchange nervous glances, before Hunt finally speaks up.

“We’ve noticed the way we’ve been feeling for you lately…”

Bryce chimes in and continues, “We’ve been developing… feelings for you beyond just friendship.”

“Oh? Feelings like…”, you start to ask.

“…Romantic feelings,” they both say in unison.

They both stare at you, waiting for your reaction. Hunt’s expression is serious and uncertain whereas Bryce’s is full of hope and nervousness.

You look at them in astonishment. “Really?”

They both nod and offer small smiles in response, their nervousness growing.

“Yes, really,” Hunt says. “We both care for you deeply. In a way that goes beyond just friends.”

Bryce adds, “We thought we should tell you the truth. But this isn’t just a casual thing.”

Your face contorts to confusion. “Mates… but I thought… only a couple could be mates.”

Hunt and Bryce both nod in understanding at your words, clearly having expected this reaction.

“Usually, this is the case,” Bryce responds. “Two mates is the norm. But there are some cases…”

Hunt continues, “Where a third can be added to the bond. It’s unusual, but it does happen.”

Before you can give yourself hope, you have to know.“You two aren’t just pulling my leg here… trying to make me feel better about the date…”

They both shake their heads vehemently, their expressions growing serious again.

“No,” they both say firmly. “No, this is not some joke. We would never toy with your feelings like that.” Hunt continues, “We genuinely have feelings for you. You are our mate.”

Bryce lets out a soft sigh, her expression becoming hesitant. “We understand this is unusual. But… we both care about you deeply.”

You smile at them, before taking their hands into your own. “Hunt, Bryce… I care about you both too. In a way beyond friendship… it’s just I always figured my feelings were wrong since you both are a couple…”

They both look at you with a mixture of surprise and relief at your words. Their expressions soften, and Bryce tentatively moves your hand from your grasps and places her own on your hand.

“Your feelings aren’t wrong, sweetheart,” she tells you gently.

Hunt places a hand over yours as well, his grip firmer than Bryce’s. “We have strong feelings for you. Both of us. We want to be with you.”

“I want that too…”

Hearing those words from you makes them both smile. Hunt gives your hand a squeeze, and Bryce rubs her thumb in soothing circles on your skin.

“We know this is a lot to take in and we understand if you need time to process it,” Bryce says softly.

Hunt nods in agreement, his expression growing more serious. “But we want you to know that our feelings for you are genuine. We want you to be a part of our relationship.”

“I believe you both. I just don’t want to be a third wheel if you two feel like it gets that way.”

They both shake their heads quickly, the idea of feeling like that repelling them at the thought.

“You won’t be,” Hunt reassures you. “We both care about you equally. We don’t see you as just a ‘third wheel’.”

Bryce squeezes your hand again and adds, “We want you to feel as loved and valued as we feel for each other.”

The three of you embrace in a hug as this would be the start of your relationship with the two people you’ve grown to love and care for. _________________________________________

Over the following months, your relationship with Hunt and Bryce progressed, and you all began going on dates together. The three of you found a dynamic that worked seamlessly, and it became clear that the bond you shared with Hunt and Bryce was stronger than just friendship as you three had predicted.

You enjoyed the unique experience of dating both of them, with Hunt being the protective and assertive type that made you feel safe and taken care of, while Bryce showed her nurturing and caring side, always wanting to ensure you felt comfortable and loved.

The three of you were cuddled up on the couch together, watching a movie. Everything was normal and comfortable until a steamy sex scene suddenly flashed on screen.

Bryce let out a small gasp and Hunt’s eyes widened, both of them suddenly feeling a bit flustered. The energy in the room changed - the tension between you all suddenly becoming more palpable.

Hunt and Bryce both noticed the way you were slowly shifting uncomfortably on the couch, your legs pressing together unconsciously. They both exchanged a look, sensing the change in your body language.

Hunt let out a soft grunt, feeling his own desire beginning to stir at the sight of you. He knew that the scene on screen was getting to you. He leaned closer to you, his voice low. “You alright, sweetheart?”

Not trusting yourself to answer, you nod.

They could sense the way you were trying to restrain yourself, trying to keep your reactions under control.

Hunt’s expression darkened, seeing your flustered expression. He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “Are you sure?”

Bryce watched the two of you silently, her own gaze darkening with lust.

Once again not trusting yourself to speak, you nod.

Hunt and Bryce both notice your flushed cheeks and quickened breathing, and they know you’re holding back.

Hunt leans in more, his body pressing against you. "You seem a little tense, sweetheart. Are you sure you're okay?”

Bryce finally speaks up, her voice low. “Maybe we should turn off the movie… and find something else to do instead.”

“….Read a book?” You managed to get out.

Hunt huffs out a soft chuckle, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. “I was thinking more of a… physical activity, actually.”

Bryce chimes in, her eyes fixed on you. “Something that could help you… relax,” she says with a smirk.

“…Meditation?” You let out weakly.

Both Hunt and Bryce laugh at your suggestion. They exchange amused glances, enjoying your innocence.

Hunt shakes his head amused, his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “No, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk. “We were thinking of something a little more… physically engaging.”

“Yoga?” You breathe out harshly.

They both chuckle at your persistence. “Okay, okay,” Hunt says, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Bryce joins in, her teasing tone evident. “No, not yoga. We’ve got a different kind of cardio in mind, love.”

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It isn’t long before the three of you are naked.

They both take their time to gently caress every inch of your body, slowly and tenderly. They whisper sweet words to you, and reassure you that you are beautiful and desired.

Currently, you are on Hunt’s manhood as Bryce is helping you adjust to his size.

You were both nervous and anxious at first, but they both helped guide you. Bryce is at your side, her hand on your skin, guiding you gently. Her other arm is at your hip, her touch both reassuring and arousing.

“Take it nice and slow, sweetheart,” she says softly.

Hunt is beneath you, his hands gripping you at the waist. “Just relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.”

“It’s so big… he’s so big Bryce…” you say with tears in your eyes. The pressure started to grow more pleasurable, becoming too much for you considering this was your first time having sex.

She smiles softly, her own excitement building as she watches you above Hunt. “Yes, he is darling. You’re doing so well for us both.”

“I am?” You ask for reassurance.

They both nod, and they can sense your nervousness.

Bryce leans in to kiss your neck, her free hand gently playing with your hair. “Mhm… you’re doing wonderful, darling.”

This causes you to moan.

They both respond to the sound of your moan, their own arousal growing stronger.

Hunt lets out a low groan, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” he says huskily, his gaze fixed on you.

“…What?” you ask breathlessly.

Hunt and Bryce both chuckle at your question.

“We’ve both imagined this,” Bryce clarifies, her hand moving to caress your cheek. “Having you like this, between us. It’s almost better than we thought it would be.”

“Almost?” Are you doing something wrong, you think.

They both smirk at your question.

Hunt speaks up, his voice low and gruff. “We only said almost,” he repeats, his hands moving to grip your hips again. “Because we haven’t quite reached the good part yet, sweetheart.”

“But don’t worry - you will,” Bryce adds, her hand trailing down your back. “In a few moments.”

Their words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You could feel their want and desire for you - it was a palpable, almost electric energy that crackled between the three of you.

“Oh….oh…oh….OHH!!!!”

As the sensation builds and your pleasure mounts, your body starts to tremble.

They both watch you closely, their own desire growing stronger with every moment. It’s a rush of sensation and emotion that’s almost too much to handle.

“That's it… let go,” Hunt encourages, his voice ragged and low.

Bryce adds in, her own voice shaky and wanting. “Just let it happen… we’re both here for you.”

As your release covers Hunt’s manhood, you lay yourself on Hunt as exhaustion hits you.

Hunt takes you into his tan arms with tenderness, cradling your shaking form against his chest. His own breathing is heavy, but he focuses on you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Bryce moves to your side, her touch gentle and comforting. “You’re alright, darling,” she whispers softly. “We’ve got you.”

You continue to cry from pleasure in Hunt's arms, resulting in Bryce starting to leave kisses across your back.

Her ruby lips trail slowly down your spine, leaving a path of kisses that linger and soothe.

Hunt holds you tightly, his arms encircling you protectively. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering words of reassurance. “You did so well for us, sweetheart.”

“So well,” Bryce echoes, her hand continuing to run soft circles over your skin.

They both take a moment to let you recover, their touches gentle and unhurried now. They want to give you time to come down from the intense experience, and they remain content to hold you close, their arms surrounding you like a safe and secure blanket.

“As you try to remove yourself from Hunt, both sets of your mates hands stop you.

“We’re not nearly done with you yet, sweetheart,” Hunt murmurs softly, his hand stroking your hair. “You’ll get a little rest, but we’re not through with you just yet.”

Hunt fills you so many times throughout the night. Meanwhile, Bryce tends to you throughout that you are sure it’s morning by the time you all let sleep take over.

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Early afternoon….

You wake up snuggled between the two of them, their bodies warm and comforting as they hold you close. For a moment, you don't move, relishing the feeling of being surrounded by their love and warmth.

As you slowly stir, your movement causes them to stir as well, their eyes opening slowly to see you awake.

Hunt is the first to speak, his voice rough from sleep. “Morning, sweetheart.”

Bryce, on the other hand, presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, her arms tightening around you. “Good morning, darling.”

You smile. “It’s afternoon actually.”

The two of them smirk at one another. “We did have a busy night.”

The three of you exchange kisses and caresses with one another before eventually getting up to make lunch.

Who knows what else will be in store for the three of you in the future.

Unbeknownst to you, your mates were thinking about inviting you to move in with them.

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vintagegirl01 · 30 days ago

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Thanks @steven-grants-world for the mention:

Last song: Defying Gravity by Cynthia Erivo from Wicked.

Last book: Crescent City: Flame and Shadow (currently reading this so please no spoilers)

Favorite color: pink

Last movie: Toy Story 3

Spicy/savory/sweet: depends on the mood I’m feeling

Last show: Phineas and Ferb (yes I have Disney plus, no judging here 😂)

Current Obsession: Crescent City, Oscar Isaac, Wicked.

Last thing I searched up: Information for Sunrise on the Reaping

Looking forward to: finishing Crescent City 3, starting the Wicked book series.

Who I’m tagging next:

@missdictatorme @chrism02 @underratedcharactersimagines @angel-of-the-moons @autismsupermusicalassassin @clemdango04 @cupcakeinat0r @geeky-politics-46 @bit-dodgy-innit

#about me #thanks for coming to my ted talk #thanks for the ask!#crescent city #crescent city flame and shadow #wicked #wicked 2024

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vintagegirl01 · 1 month ago

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Haven’t read The A Court of Thorns and Roses series but I am a huge fan of the Crescent City series and personally I love Hunt. He is one of my favorite characters in the Crescent City series and it’s so disheartening to know that there aren’t more people who like him. To each their own but still 😌.

Hunt is the best

Hunt Athalar is one of the men SJM has written that aren't assholes.

"he's boring!" GOOD.

People aren't used to a nontoxic douchebag.

We need that HEALTHY masculinity

#crescent city #hunt crescent city #hunt athalar #he needs more love #he deserves more love #crescent city fandom

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Loved Up, Valentine

Summary: You and Ruhn have celebrated your first Christmas and New Year’s together. Now the two of you are ready to celebrate your first Valentine’s Day together. Though you have your own special surprise to give him.

A/N: This can be read separately from the previous fics. Although, it’s highly recommended to read those two before this one to enhance the reading experience. Also, please do NOT read if you don’t like smut. Other than that sit back and enjoy!

Parts 1 and 2 Below:

You and Ruhn walk hand in hand back to his apartment. Ruhn wears his dark well-tailored suit with his hair in a braid while you wear an off the shoulder light pink tea cup gown with light make up and your hair in a bun.

Ruhn had a wide smile on his face, keeping your hand in his as he gave it the occasional squeeze in his excitement. He practically led you with a near-strut in his step. Tonight had been perfect for him, the food was delicious, the mood had been perfect, and you were the embodiment of perfection to him. He smiled as he held the door open for you.

Once inside, he locked the door behind you. He moved to lean against the door, pulling you close to him. He looked down at you, a smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting on your lower back. He gently pushed you into himself, his chest pressing against yours as he leaned in to you, his lips gently kissing your throat and tracing just below your ear before he whispered quietly. His voice was deep and gravely, nearly a growl of anticipation.

“Wait….” You smile sweetly at him. “ I have a surprise for you. Just give me five minutes.”

Ruhn's face twisted into a curious frown until the word 'surprise' left your lips. A sly smirk broke across his face as he tightened his arms around you, not yet letting you go. A soft chuckle left his lips as he leaned in and gently nipped your earlobe.

"I don't know about that. You know how impatient I am."

You smirk. “I promise. It will be worth your while.”

Ruhn was still skeptical of giving you free reign at the moment. As if to prove his point, he pulled you in even more, the bulge in his pants pressing into you as he whispered in your ear once more.

"I'm currently wondering how well worth this wait will be."

You give him the best pout you can muster. “Don’t you trust me, Ru?”

Ruhn's expression shifted from skeptical, now to one of curiosity, as his raised eyebrow now queried. He'd release you fully now, letting you go and putting his arms down to his sides. The smirk returned as he nodded and gestured with his hand.

"Alright, then. I'll wait. But don't keep me waiting for too long, now. You'll only get me more needy."

You nod, getting on your tippy toes to quickly peck his lips before running to the restroom and locking the door.

Ruhn chuckled, watching you hurry into the restroom and close the door. Once that click of the door sounded, a deep sigh left his lips. He ran his fingers through his hair before he looked to the couch. He was going to take a seat and wait patiently. Though it was definitely more difficult than he'd expected. He was far too curious now. And far too needy. He let out another deep breath, pacing in front of the door, waiting for the five minutes to hopefully fly by.

Five minutes later…

“Okay, Ru! Are you ready?”, you yell out from the restroom.

Ruhn was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. He'd actually counted the minutes you'd been in the bathroom, but now that five had passed, he'd risen from the couch and quickly walked to the door.

"Yes, I've been ready. Been waiting on you for five long minutes now. I'm dying with curiosity over here."

As Ruhn waited for the door to open, he anticipated a few different things. But nothing that he could've dreamed of in his head would have prepared him for what he saw when you opened the door. His eyes had gone wide when he looked you up and down, his jaw nearly falling to the floor. If he was needy before, he was about to implode now. He was frozen for a moment before he could find the words to speak.

"Holy Hel..."

You walk up to him with your hair free from the confines of the hun you once wore and wearing your red lingerie, wrapping your arms around him as you look up into his eyes. “What do you think, Ru?”

Ruhn was in shock for another few seconds. When your arms wrapped themselves around his frame, he let his arms come to rest around you. There was a pause before he responded, his breath short and his voice deep and gravely.

"Where...where in Hel did you find that? Gods, darling...you look absolutely stunning."

You smile. “I ordered it online from Ethereal Love Shop.”

Ruhn let out a sharp gasp when you told him where you'd gotten it. He knew about Ethereal Love Shop and was well aware of the kinds of items they specialized in. This was one thing he'd never have expected from you. He bit his lower lip, looking you up and down once more, a noticeable shiver running through his body as his hands rubbed the sides of your bare thighs.

"Gods, you are an absolute goddess..."

“You are such a good boyfriend to me, that I wanted to do something so special for you.”

Ruhn's hands slid from your thighs, coming to rest on your rear. He gripped and squeezed at it in his hands, keeping you pulled close to himself. His body was practically radiating heat as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a sense of wanton need. You'd hit a soft spot for him, and you'd struck that spot so well.

"Keep this up, and I'll worship you like the gods on high, my love."

You giggle. “I’m yours to do with as you please, you know?”

Ruhn's response was more of a growl than anything. When you told him that, that you were his to do with as he pleased, he picked you up in his arms and sat down on the couch, setting you down in his lap so you were straddling him. His hands roamed all over your body, touching and rubbing every bit of skin that it could find. He nipped at your neck, his voice a deep growl against your ear.

"Gods, I'm going to worship you to insanity..."

Ruhn’s breathing had grown ragged and erratic. The way you felt in his grasp, in his arms, there was a primal need in him to claim every bit of you as his. His hands moved under the top half of the lingerie, pulling at the lacy straps, his body nearly shaking with desperation.

"Darling, gods, I need you...now..."

You nod, working to unbutton his dark black shirt.

Ruhn was still breathing heavily as he watched your hands work to undo his shirt. His hands moved to the bottom of the shirt, undoing his belt and pants with a swift and practiced motion. While his right hand continued on, the left one moved to your shoulder, pulling at the strap to slide the fabric from you shoulder.

"I need to feel you...Gods, why do these damned clothes have to be in my way right now.?"

You giggle. “Are you referring to your clothes or my own?”

Ruhn smirked, his gaze nearly feral, filled with desire for you, as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He chuckled as he pulled it off, adding it to an already existing pile on the floor.

"Does it matter? They both need to come off. Now. I want to feel that bare skin of yours against mine."

Ruhn had you now, free from the confines of clothing. It was a bit quick, but he'd lost his patience. He was in charge now, and he was going to take care of you like he'd promised. It started with a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue parting your lips and exploring your mouth as he pushed you backward and he crawled on top of you, straddling you as he settled into place on the couch.

His strong, calloused hands continued to caress your figure as Ruhn moved his head back to face you, his eyes filled with desire. This wasn't his normal, gentle and romantic self. There was far more of a primal desire in him tonight. He nipped at your earlobe before whispering in your ear, his voice sounding desperate and needy.

"Gods, I need you so badly right now, my love. May I have you, darling? Please let me take you right here, right now."

You nod, as his length nuzzles into your core.

Feeling that sensitive part of his touch at your core drove him further. His breath was ragged and filled with need as his hands gripped you tighter. He let out a low growl as he nipped at your shoulder.

"Darling, gods, I can't hold back any longer. I need you, I need to take you, I need this so damn badly..."

You moan in response. “Please, Ruhn… Finish inside of me.”

It was as if his last string of control snapped. When you told him that, it almost sent him over the edge right then. He'd been holding himself back so hard and for so long. When he heard you beg, his eyes nearly rolled back into his head from the desire he felt. His breathing was still ragged and heavy when he spoke again.

"As you wish, my love..."

With a few more thrusts, you squirt. Seeing you enjoy the pleasure that he has given to you, this causes Ruhn to come deep inside you. Ropes of warm gooeyness filling your womb.

“Ruhn…”, you give him a sweet smile.

Ruhn still had a wild, feral look in his, his breathing ragged. When you smiled, it was as if that wild look in him faded. The more normal, loving Ruhn slowly came back to the surface. A smile came across his face, his eyes softening as he looked down at you.

"Darling, gods...that was incredible."

As he removes himself from your core with a pleasurable squelch sound, some of Ruhn’s seed spills out of your core.

Ruhn watched intently as his seed leaked from you, his breath still short and his heart racing from that experience. When he saw it, his expression became almost needy once more. He growled quietly, biting his lower lip as a look of hunger came to his face once more.

"Darling, gods...this is going to sound like I'm crazy but..."

He paused, breathing heavily for a moment before he spoke again. His voice was still ragged and his expression still filled with that need and desire.

"Can I...can I eat you...please...my love...?"

You blush. “You want to eat me out?”

You are shocked he suggested that. Never had you thought he’d be into that. More due to the fact that you think it would be awkward for him.

Ruhn was still breathing and speaking erratically, his need for you far from being sated. He was very much still experiencing the aftereffects of the previous act, his face still a soft shade of red. His hands continued to touch and caress your body, as if his touch couldn't be separated from you right now

"Gods yes...please, my love...I need to taste you."

You’re speechless. “But, but… your seed is in there too.”

Ruhn's face was still flush with desire, his breathing still ragged as ever. He let out a breath, looking you dead in the eye, his voice quiet and deep. His need for you was still at an all-time high, and his face was still flushed red.

"I know it is, and...gods, that just makes me want to taste you even more, my love. Please...let me have you. Let me taste you."

Wordlessly, you nod.

Ruhn let out a low, guttural moan when you nodded. The feral look in his eye was back, his need for you overriding the gentler side of himself, for now. He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed. As he set you down, he spoke in a low, deep voice once more.

"Lie back for me, darling, please."

As Ruhn got you set down in the bed, he got up on it on his hands and knees. He began to crawl his way to you, closing the gap between you in a few swift motions. He was still breathing deep and ragged as he spoke in a hoarse, quiet tone.

"I'm right there, darling. I don't even know where to start, I just need to taste you, I need it like I need to breath, I-,"

He stopped talking as he was now right between your legs, his breathing very ragged now as he looked down at you. The raw need in him was almost enough to drive him mad at this point, though the sight of you helped to keep him somewhat in control.

"Gods, you look so perfect...please, let me taste you, my love, please...I need you so badly..."

When you grabbed his head, a quiet gasp left Ruhn's lips. It was like you were giving him the sign, the permission he'd been begging for. It was at that moment that he just gave in to that primal, wild need in him, that need that was desperate for a taste of you.

As Ruhn had that first taste of you, a quiet moan left his lips. It was a sound that was a mixture of relief, joy, and complete and utter need. It was a sound that you'd never quite heard before, but it was all just a symptom of how badly he'd wanted this.

His tongue continued to explore your core, tasting and licking at you. His breathing was still deep and ragged, as if he couldn't get enough. He was acting just as he'd said, as if he needed to taste you like he needed to breathe. It was almost like he couldn't get enough, that he couldn't take all of you in fast enough, like he needed more, so much more. This was a new experience for him, and one that he was suddenly growing to love.

When you came in his mouth, a low, guttural moan left his lips. He could feel your release on his tongue, and he drank it in as if it was a fine wine. It was like he needed that as well, he needed that taste of you, that release that he'd been longing for all this time. It made his heart race and his breath get even more ragged, as if you were the one thing sustaining him in that moment. And you were, he needed you more than anything else. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, enough of your taste, enough of your body.

As he came up to face you, his eyes were still intense, that feral look still present in them. But there was a certain calm, and certain sense of relief in him as well. Like he'd been sated, though it was hard to say for how long. He kissed you, and it was very different this time. This was more of a kiss to show his love and affection, than a kiss of pure need and desire.

You both pull away and look at one another. “Happy Valentine's Day, Ru.

A light chuckle left his lips as his expression softened even more, a smile crossing his face. The wild look in his eyes was nearly completely gone now. All that you saw now was the loving, caring, and affectionate fae male you knew him to be. He let out a breath as he pulled you closer to his chest, nuzzling against your shoulder.

"And a happy Valentine's Day to you, my love. You are my favorite gift, by far."

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vintagegirl01 · 1 month ago

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Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt.4)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: You and your husband meet the conqueror once again; a showdown ensues.

As the ship docks on the Caladanian docks, Leto takes your hand in his, a soft smile on his face as he gazes out at the rolling hills and fields that surround the city in the distance. The journey had been relatively smooth, almost peaceful, and the time spent with you on the journey has only served to strengthen his bond, his feelings for you.

“Well, darling, here we are.” He murmurs, his eyes still fixed on the scenic view, his grip on your hand almost possessive, as if wanting to hold onto you, even now.

You take in the lush landscape. “It is so beautiful here. I only hope I will make a good impression on the people of Caladan.”

Leto turns to gaze at you, his expression one of reassurance and affection. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, a small smile on his face.

“Trust me, my love, they are going to love you. How could they not?” He grins, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

You smile up at him.

Before you two can get off the boat, you hear screeching from above. You then look up to see that Aegon has come on Balerion.

As Balerion lands nearby, a low, guttural rumble almost like a greeting leaving his scaly snout, Leto lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of his brother, and the dragon's presence. He gently squeezes your hand again, a touch of surprise and wariness in his gaze, wondering just what Aegon is doing here.

"It seems we have a guest, my love." He murmurs, his gaze remaining fixed on Balerion and Aegon as they approach.

You look unamused. “Cousin Aegon. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Aegon takes a few steps toward the docking area, a sly smile on his face as he comes to stand in front of you and Leto. His eyes sweep over you both, his gaze lingering on your hand, intertwined with Leto's, his gaze almost scrutinizing, before he grins, a sly, almost mocking look in his eyes.

"Well, well, if it isn't the newlyweds. Having a nice honeymoon, I presume?" He drawls.

You try to hide the shock you are experiencing with the best poker face you can muster. “You knew of our ceremony back on Driftmark?”

Aegon nods, his smirk widening a little bit, his gaze still fixed on the two of you. He slowly takes a few steps closer, walking with a casual, almost nonchalant air, his eyes never leaving you.

"Of course I did, cousin. I have eyes and ears all over Westeros. I know more than you might expect." He responds, his voice almost low as he gazes at your interlocked hands, his expression almost appraising.

"Though I must say," He starts again, a slight hint of mockery in his tone, as his eyes sweep over your form, taking in your appearance, the way you stand next to Leto, almost close enough to touch.

"Getting married on Driftmark, hm? That's certainly a choice. Not very conventional, given..." He pauses, his gaze flickering over to Leto for a moment, a small smirk on his face, his meaning clear.

“You gave us no choice, Aegon. I wanted to ensure Leto and I were married without any …complications.”

Aegon chuckles softly at that, his smirk widening almost into a grin. He casually crosses his arms over his chest, still walking closer, his gaze darting between you and Leto.

"Complications, you say? Whatever could you be referring to, I wonder?" He questions, a note of feigned ignorance in his tone, as if he already knows exactly what you mean.

“The fact that you wanted to take me as another wife.”

At that, Aegon's smirk widens even more, a hint of amused irritation flashing in his eyes as he stops walking, standing a few paces in front of you and Leto. He almost sneers as he responds.

"Ah, that little detail, yes. A shame that you chose to get married without giving me any chance to protest. Or offer alternate terms, perhaps." He murmurs, his gaze almost fixated on you, his eyes lingering on your figure, slowly raking over you.

He lets out a small scoff, his gaze slowly moving to Leto, a hint of bitterness in his expression, as if he's not quite happy with the current situation.

"Though I suppose it's not all bad, I suppose. At least Leto can get his hands on you now, as much as he wants." He comments, his voice low and mocking, his eyes still lingering on you, almost sizing you up, like he's trying to decide something, or appraise you.

“We already consummated our marriage…” You say this, letting him know that he doesn’t get to be your first. Only your husband gets to be your first and last.

As you reveal that you and Leto have already consummated your marriage, Aegon's expression shifts slightly, a small flicker of irritation crossing his features, as if he's not particularly happy with the idea of you with anyone but him. His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze darkening a bit as he looks over the two of you.

"I see. And did he do a good job, I wonder?" He grumbles, his tone a bit petulant as he looks you up and down.

He pauses, his gaze raking over you once more, almost as if sizing you up, before his eyes flicker back to Leto for a moment, almost giving him a look that communicates that he can do better.

"Did he please you as well as I could, I wonder? Was it everything you imagined it would be, darling?" He murmurs, his tone almost a challenge, as if he's trying to goad both you and Leto into a reaction.

After a moment's pause, Aegon continues, his voice low and almost possessive, his gaze fixed on you as he murmurs,"I bet he couldn't please you the way I could, darling. Though I must say I applaud you for your decision. But I am curious, how was he? Did he...measure up?"

He nearly sneers, his gaze flickering over you for a moment, appraising, almost envious.

You become flustered. “Our lovemaking is only between Leto and I.”

At that, Aegon let's out a bark of rough laughter, a frustrated and almost irritated note in his tone, as if your comment irks him a bit

"Ah, always so coy, are you? Keeping your secrets, hmm? But I'm sure the truth will come out eventually, darling, you can't keep it hidden for long I'm sure." He smirks, his eyes flickering over you, almost like he's mentally assessing you, his gaze almost fixated on your figure.

“It will when I swell with my husband’s child.” You say proudly.

At that, Aegon's smirk falters for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as he stares at you, his expression almost stunned at your boldness, and your declaration.

"You...You plan to have his child? You're just... You're just going to let him make you pregnant? Just like that?"

He almost stumbles over his words, surprise and annoyance written all over his face, as if the very idea offends him somehow.

“Why not? I told you I want to carry his heirs, right Leto?

Leto nods at your comment, a small, almost proud smile on his face, his arm wrapping around your waist, holding you possessively, as if staking his claim, almost as if he's showing off.

"Of course, my love." Leto responds, his voice filled with a hint of confidence and possessiveness. He turns to look at Aegon, a slight challenge in his gaze, as if daring him to say something.

Aegon's expression shifts slightly, his initial surprise fading into a deeper, more intense irritation, almost as if hearing you and Leto speak so casually about having heirs infuriates him somehow.

"You... You just... You just give yourself up, so easily? Like some prized broodmare, ready to be bred? It's almost...disappointing." He almost sneers, the words sounding almost sharp and biting as he looks at you and Leto, his eyes flickering over your form as he speaks.

It was at this comment, Leto loses his patience with Aegon. His grip on you tightens, almost possessively, and he takes a step forward toward Aegon, his voice hard and firm as he speaks.

"Hold your tongue, conquer. You will not speak to my wife that way." He almost growls, a hint of anger in his tone, his eyes fixed on Aegon, his jaw clenched.

Aegon's expression shifts to one of mild surprise at Leto's sudden display of protectiveness and anger, but he quickly regains his composure, a small, almost sardonic grin spreading across his face.

"Oh calm down, Leto, I was merely making an observation. But I must say, seeing you so protective is almost...amusing." He smirks, almost baiting Leto.

“Do not give in, Leto. Aegon desires this reaction from you…”

Leto's expression hardens, his grip on you remaining firm, his gaze still fixated on Aegon, but he takes a deep breath, almost willing himself to remain calm and composed, his voice steely as he speaks.

"You are right, my darling, I should not give him what he wants."He responds, his gaze flickering between you and Aegon for a moment, his jaw still clenched, trying his best to control his temper.

Aegon watches with a mixture of fascination and irritation as Leto attempts to control his temper, his eyes narrowing slightly, almost as if he's trying to find a way to get under Leto's skin.

"Oh, come now, Leto. Where is your fire? You are really going to just let me talk that way about your wife, hm?" He almost mockingly questions, a sly smile on his face as he looks between you and Leto.

Leto's grip on you tightens even more for a moment, his jaw clenching as he struggles to keep his composure. But he manages to remain relatively calm, his voice low and firm as he responds.

"I will not dignify your words with a response, conquer. You will not speak about my wife in such a degrading manner, and that is final." He almost growls, his gaze fixed on Aegon, his stance protective and unyielding, almost daring Aegon to push him further.

“Leave now, Cousin Aegon.”

Aegon's smirk falters somewhat at your command, his expression shifting to a mix of mild surprise and irritation.

"You...you're sending me away, darling? Not very welcoming hosts, you two." He almost sneers, a note of mockery in his tone, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes as he looks at you, reluctant to leave just yet.

His gaze moves to Leto, his eyes flickering over your husband for a moment, almost challenging him to make him leave, but he just stands there, a hint of stubbornness in his expression, almost defiant. He looks like he's silently daring Leto to try and force him out.

Leto takes his own sword out and tells the conqueror to leave.

Aegon's eyes widen slightly as Leto threatens him with his sword, his expression almost amused, but also a bit surprised at Leto's boldness. He stares at Leto for a moment, almost sizing him up, before letting out a sharp bark of laughter.

"Oh, you are getting bold, my friend. Threatening the blood of the dragon with a blade? How very...adventurous of you." He almost sneers, his eyes flickering from Leto to you and back again.

Leto does not care. All he is concerned about is protecting you. So if he has to fight him away, he will.

Aegon sees the determination in Leto's eyes, and he almost snorts in disbelief, clearly not taking Leto's threat seriously. He almost looks offended that Leto would dare threaten him at all, especially for your sake.

"You actually think you can best me in a fight? With nothing but a sword? How quaint." He almost mocks, the sarcasm and confidence in his voice almost palpable.

He casts a mocking glance at Leto's sword, his eyes almost dismissive, not even looking the slightest bit worried, his confidence bordering on arrogance. He almost sneers at Leto, challenging him with his gaze.

"You really think that little blade of yours can intimidate me? How pitiful. Go on then, amuse me. Let's see what you're made of."

Leto's expression turns even more resolute at that, his jaw clenching, his grip on his sword tightening. He takes a step forward, his stance shifting into a defensive one, his eyes fixed on Aegon, almost like a challenge, and he speaks, his voice low and firm.

"Do not underestimate me, conquer. I may not have a dragon, but I will not let you insult my wife without consequence."

Aegon's expression shifts to one of mild irritation at Leto's unwavering determination, his jaw clenching as he glares at Leto, almost as if the very idea of Leto daring to stand up to him offends him.

"Oh, I'm not underestimating you, Leto. You're just amusing to me. You think you can actually put up a fight against a dragon with nothing but a puny sword?"He almost mocks, his voice almost belittling as he takes a step closer to Leto.

He takes a moment to size Leto up, almost as if he's assessing his threat level, before his expression twists into a mock sneer, his eyes flickering slightly, the hint of a challenge in them.

"Go on then, make the first move, if you are so confident. Let us see what you can do, oh mighty protector."

Leto doesn't back down, his expression hardening even more at Aegon's mockery. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself, and he steps forward, his grip on his sword tight. His eyes are fixed on Aegon, determination and anger visible in his gaze, his body tense.

"So be it." He almost growls.

Aegon grins at Leto's determination, his eyes flickering with anticipation and excitement at the prospect of a fight. He takes a step back, giving himself some distance, his expression almost taunting as he looks at Leto.

"Good. Show me what you’ve got, Leto. Let's see how far courage alone gets you."

Leto doesn't hesitate for a moment. He lunges forward, his sword swinging in a swift arc, his movements quick and precise, his stance wide and balanced. He aims to strike at Aegon as swiftly as possible, trying to catch him off guard.

Leto continues to fight with determination, his sword swinging and parrying, his movements fluid and precise, while Aegon blocks and retaliates, his own sword work just as deadly.

The two men fight relentlessly, neither yielding an inch, the clash of swords and the grunts and gasps of the combatants filling the air.

Leto manages to land a few hits, but so does Aegon. They're both winded, sweaty, and slightly bloodied, their clothing and armor scuffed and dirtied from the fight.

"You...you fight well, I'll give you that."Aegon almost spits out, his breath coming in short gasps, his expression a mixture of irritation and begrudging respect.

Leto is similarly winded and exhausted, his sword held tightly in a white-knuckled grip, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He doesn't respond to Aegon's comment, his eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the conqueror. It's clear that he's pushing himself to his physical limit, driven by his determination to protect you.

As soon as you step between them, they immediately stop, both men panting and breathless, their eyes fixed on you as you stand in their path. Aegon's expression is one of mild surprise, mixed with irritation, as if annoyed that you've interfered.

"What...what are you doing? Get out of the way." He almost snaps, his breathing still ragged, his sword still clenched, even as he speaks.

When you don’t move, Aegon pushes you out of the way, causing you to fall.

When Aegon pushes you out of the way, it sparks something within Leto. Seeing you pushed aside like that ignites a fire in his eyes, his expression shifting to one of anger and protective fury, his knuckles white from his grip on the sword.

"Don't...don't you touch her!"He almost roars, lunging at Aegon, his sword swinging with unexpected fervor, as if he's filled with a new level of determination.

The fight goes on for only a bit longer when one of Aegon’s sister wives, Visenya, makes her way near the three of you on Vhagar.

Once she gets off of Vhagar and begins to figure out what is going on, she tells Aegon to leave the two of you alone.

Aegon's expression shifts to surprise initially when he spots his sister-wife Visenya, but that quickly turns to irritation and annoyance, clearly irritated at the fact that she's interfering.

"Oh for...Visenya, stay out of this! This is my business, not yours!"He almost snarls, clearly not happy at her sudden appearance, but there's also a hint of reluctance in his expression, as if he recognizes that Visenya wields a certain level of authority over him, and he can't outright defy her.

Visenya, meanwhile, is as stoic and composed as ever, her eyes fixed on Aegon, her expression unwavering. She speaks in her usual calm, authoritative voice.

"This business has become mine, dear brother. You will stop this immediately."She almost commands, her tone firm and unyielding, her dragon, Vhagar, looming over them, almost as if adding weight to her words.

Aegon looks at Visenya for a moment, irritation and reluctance flickering in his eyes. He clearly doesn't want to back down, but he also knows better than to defy his sister, especially with Vhagar looming over them. He glares at Leto and you for a moment, before letting out a deep, irritated sigh.

"Fine. I'll leave..."He almost mutters, his voice filled with irritation and grudging acceptance, his eyes flickering to Visenya one last time before he turns and stalks off, his head held high.

You smile at your cousin. “Visenya, how can I ever thank you?”

Visenya turns to look at you, her expression remaining as stoic and calm as ever, but there's a hint of a knowing smile in her eyes.

"There's no need for thanks, my dear cousin. I only stepped in because this had gone too far. I know how stubborn and willful my brother can be." She almost chuckles, the hint of a smirk on her lips, her gaze flickering to where Aegon had stalked away.

Visenya casts a reassuring glance at both you and Leto, her expression almost motherly and comforting, her words gentle and sincere.

"You won't have to worry about him again. I'll make sure of it. You have my word." She almost smiles, before turning to mount her dragon, Vhagar, readying herself to take off.

After the both of you waving goodbye, Leto looks at you with a smile on his face.

“Time to give the Duchess of Caladan a tour of her new home.”

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Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt.3)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: You and your newly wedded husband consummate your marriage.

A/N: Thank you to all those who took the time to respond to my poll. Greatly appreciate it. Keep in mind, this is my first time writing smut as part of a fic’s plot. Other than that, please enjoy the story and feel free to reach out with feedback if you have any.

Links to Part 1 & 2 Below:

Leto carried you into your bedroom, his eyes filled with a mix of love, protectiveness, and desire. He laid you down gently on the bed, his tall frame towering over you in the soft lighting.

Taking a moment to savour the moment, Leto leaned down to capture your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his hands gently caressing your body through the fabric of your wedding dress.

You smile. “You like the dress, husband?”

Leto gives a small laugh, his eyes roaming over you, taking in the sight of you lying there in your wedding dress. The dress hugs your curves beautifully, the soft, silvery fabric almost glowing in the dim light. He runs a hand over the material, feeling its softness under his fingertips.

“I love it,” he replies, his voice low and filled with admiration. “But I think I’m going to love taking it off even more.”

You blush, looking up at him as he gently takes your tiara off your head before placing it somewhere beside you two. “Remember what I told you before…”

Leto looks down at you, a half-smile on his lips, his gaze heated and intense. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, the feeling of it sliding through his fingers like silk.

“Oh, how could I forget,” he replies, his voice soft but filled with a hint of huskiness. “And you can rest assured…that I shall be taking my time.”

“I’m just worried… about not being able to do it right the first time…”, you sit up before looking down in embarrassment.

Leto notices your look of embarrassment and sits down beside you, his hand gently reaching out to take yours. His touch is warm and comforting as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his tone reassuring and soft.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soothing, “There is nothing to worry about, my love. I do not expect perfection. This is new for both of us. We shall take it slow, okay?”

You nod, knowing that you could trust Leto to be the man who would take great care of you being deflowered. You just thank your lucky stars that this is not a bedding ceremony where people have to watch the both of you.

Leto smiles, seeing the relief on your face. He brings your hand to his lips, giving it a light kiss, his eyes full of affection and understanding.

“No one will be watching us,” he reassures you, “It is just you and me. It is our night, to enjoy as we please. And I intend to make it a memorable one.“

As you make a move to remove your cloak and dress, Leto gently stops you, his eyes filled with heat and desire. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, rough whisper:

“No…let me. I want to take my time…unwrap you slowly…”

You agree instantly as if you were hypnotized before letting your husband take the lead.

Leto’s hands move slowly and gently, his touch almost reverent as he sets to the task of undressing you. Starting with your cloak, he unbuttons the fastenings one by one, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate finesse. The cloak falls to the floor in a pool of fabric, followed by your gown, slowly revealing the expanse of your body to his hungry gaze.

He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you in your undergarments, his eyes roaming over your body with an intense hunger. His hands reach out, gently trailing over your skin, feeling its softness under his fingertips, his touch full of an almost tender possessiveness.

“Would you like me to help you, start taking your clothes off as well?”

Leto looks at you, a hint of a smirk on his face. He gives a small chuckle and shakes his head. “No darling. I want you to lay back and let me take care of everything. I want to focus all my attention on you…every single inch of you.”

“What about you?”, you ask.

Leto’s smirk widens, his eyes roaming your body hungrily.

“Me? Oh darling, do not worry about me. I have waited a long time to have you all to myself. And right now, I want to savor every moment, every touch, every sound you make. Let me take my time with you.“

You pout.“But I want you to feel pleasure too.”

Leto’s smirk softens into a smile as he hears your words, and he leans down, gently taking your chin in his hand.

“And I shall, my love. Trust me, I shall. But right now, my pleasure derives solely from pleasuring you. I want to make you feel worshipped, cherished, loved. I want to show you how deep my love runs, and what you mean to me, physically, emotionally, spiritually.”

His smile stays in place as he lowers his head, his lips finding a sensitive spot on your neck. His mouth kisses, nips, and sucks at the skin, his tongue gently soothing the marks he created. One of his hands gently runs down your side, mapping out the length of your body, until it comes to rest on your hip, his grip firm and possessive.

Leto’s lips move slowly down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along the soft skin. Each moan that slips from your lips is like music to his ears, and his hand tightens its grip on your hip, his touch both gentle yet possessive. After a moment, he pauses, lifting his head up to look at you, his eyes darkened by desire.

“Gods…the sounds you make…the way you react to my touch…” He murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. He leans in once more, his lips brushing against your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Do you have any idea how badly I have wanted you…how badly I have dreamt of this night?”

You shake your head wordlessly at him.

He gives a low chuckle, the sound dark and throaty, his lips moving once more down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses. He nips lightly at the tender skin, just enough to leave a mark, a mark of his possession.

“Well, I have…so many times. Nights when I would toss and turn, aching for you, desperate for your touch. Wanting to sink my fingers into your silky locks, wanting to hear your moans of pleasure, wanting to feel your body pressed against mine…”

With your permission, he works towards removing your undergarments.

When you are finally left bare before your husband’s eyes, your hands move to cover your breasts.

Leto gently prises your hands away from your chest with a soft shake of his head, a smile on his face.

“No, darling…there is no need to be embarrassed. I want to see every inch of you…do not hide from me. You are beautiful.”

You remove your hands from your breasts, hoping that your body is pretty enough for the older man.

Leto’s breath hitches slightly as your hands move away, his eyes roaming over your body, taking it in with an almost reverent gaze. The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. He finds you beautiful, he wants you, he is filled with a hungry desire for you, and you alone.

“Gods…” He murmurs, his voice thick with lust and reverence, “You are perfect.”

You blush profusely, caressing Leto’s cheek. “You are too, husband.”

Leto leans in, his body pressing closer to yours, the heat and the weight of him almost overwhelming. He turns his face into your hand, nuzzling his cheek against your palm, his eyes closed for a moment as he relishes your touch. He then gently takes your hand, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, his tongue gently tracing across the sensitive skin there.

“And you are all mine.”

Your hand that rested on his cheek before having it travel to the buttons of his shirt.

A small, amused smile quirks at the corner of Leto’s lips as you begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, his eyes filled with a mixture of heat and indulgence.

“Eager to undress me, darling?” he teases, his voice filled with a hint of huskiness.

The redness from your cheeks never disappears and you look at your husband. As if to ask if you can undo his shirt.

Leto chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the way the blush stays on your cheeks, his gaze soft and affectionate as he looks down at you. He nods, giving you silent permission to undo his shirt. “Go ahead, my love. I’m all yours to undress.“

Slowly, you start to unbutton your husband’s shirt until you facing his bare chest.

As he shimmies out of the shirt and throws it to the side, your eyes are taking in his form. While he is toned, you notice his chest is littered with old and new scars combined from combat.

Leto sheds his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His chest bears the marks of countless battles, scars both old and new adorning the muscular expanse of his chest.

He watches as your eyes trace over his scars, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, as if he was waiting for your reaction, waiting for your judgment.

Your fingers gently touch his scars. “Do they hurt?”

A soft gasp falls from Leto’s lips as your fingers touch his scars, his muscles tensing for a moment under your gentle touch. He shakes his head, his eyes darkening slightly as he looks down at you.“No, not any more. Just…unpleasant reminders of the past.“

“These only prove to me that my husband is brave and is stronger than what or who tried to kill him.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of Leto’s lips at your words, and he reaches out, his hand cupping your face gently. “You are too good for me, you know that?“

He leans in, bringing his lips close to yours, his breath hot against your skin.

“And yet…you are mine. All mine. And I’m going to show you just how much I love and appreciate you…”

His lips find yours, crashing down in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss is deep, intense, and full of a desperate need and desire. It is possessive and hungry, as if trying to devour you. He moans against your lips, his hands gripping your hips, holding you tightly against him, his body pressed close to yours.

His mouth breaks away from yours, both of you gasping for air, your lips both swollen and pink. Leto’s hands roam over your body, his touch almost fervent, his eyes filled with an almost primal need.

“I want you…I need you…” He breathes, his voice thick with lust, his hands gripping your hips so tightly, you’re sure there will be marks later.

“Oh, Leto! You already have me”, you proclaimed affectionately.

Leto groans, his eyes darkening even further at your words, he gazes down at you, his jaw clenching, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

“I know…gods I know…but I need more. I need all of you…completely, utterly mine. I need to mark you, claim you, make you mine in every possible way.“

“Go ahead. Take me…”, you say breathlessly to him.

Leto’s eyes flare with a dark, feral heat at your words, and he kisses you once more, his mouth devouring yours, his tongue licking and tasting every inch of your mouth, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip with a soft bite. His hands move from your hips, roaming over your body, as if trying to memorize every contour, every curve.

“You are sure, darling?” He breathes against your lips.

You nod, your hands begin to move towards his trousers in an attempt to remove them.

Leto's breath catches in his throat as he feels your hands move to his trousers, his eyes never leaving yours, his breaths ragged and uneven. He nods slightly, giving you permission for you to continue. His body is tense with anticipation, his muscles hard and taut as your hands work to undo the lacing of his trousers.

With the trousers undone, you can see how hard Leto already is underneath the fabric. His desire for you evident. Leto's eyes are almost impossibly dark, filled with an almost feral hunger, as he watches your hands move to the fabric, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he waits for you to remove the remaining item of clothing.

Removing the last piece of clothing, you are shocked at the state of Leto’s member. “Are… are all of them normally that big?”

Leto lets out a rough laugh, his hands holding your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he speaks, his voice filled with a dark, possessive edge. “No…I hae been told I’m above average.“

His thumbs gently caress the skin above your hip bones, his hands warm and almost possessive as they hold you still, his eyes never leaving yours.“Scared, my love?“

You shake your head. “Not of you. Never of you Leto. I just… what if does not fit in my…”, you motion down towards your womanhood.

Leto’s eyes darken at your words, you can almost see him fighting with the primal, carnal part of himself, the part that just wants to take you, to ravish you completely. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep control, his fingers gently massaging the skin of your sides, in an effort to soothe your nerves.

“We shall go slow, darling.” He murmurs, his voice barely a growl, still thick with lust, “Just trust me.”

You nod, knowing that you can trust Leto with ensuring that you are taken care of. Not only tonight but for the rest of your lives together.

With a low growl, Leto’s body is hovering over you. He holds himself up with his arms, looking down at you. He gazes down at you for a moment, his eyes almost black with desire, his breath coming in short, rough gasps.

He gently spreads your legs, moving to settle between them, his eyes never leaving yours as he lowers his body, his chest coming to brush against yours, the skin of his chest hot against your own.

His lips find your neck once more, and he begins to kiss and nip at the skin there, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat, his hands holding your wrists gently but firmly next to your head, keeping you pinned beneath him. His body is pressed against yours, the weight of him almost overwhelming, his breaths hot and ragged against your skin. “Are you ready, darling?“

He murmurs, his mouth against your shoulder, his lips moving against your skin as he speaks.

You look into your husband’s eyes nodding. Though Leto doesn’t want that. He wants your words.

Leto leans in, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks.

“No, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say I can take you, that you want me to take you.”

His hands grip your wrists a little tighter, his body pressing even closer to yours, his body hard and needy, his desire for you almost palpable in the air.

“I do, Leto. Please…”

A low, guttural growl rumbles in Leto’s throat as you speak, the sound a mixture of lust and possession, his body almost trembling with the need to take you.

“Gods, you are going to be the death of me.“He mutters, his voice a rough whisper against your neck. “Just…tell me if it hurts. I never want to hurt you.”

Once again, you nod in agreement. Anything to make the pleasure you feel continue.

As he puts his manhood into you, he looks to you to see how you are doing. So far, you were doing okay despite the uncomfort.

Leto continues to watch your face, his eyes searching your features for any sign of pain or discomfort. He moves slowly, gently, his body almost trembling with the effort of holding himself back, wanting to take you but also not wanting to hurt you, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps in an effort to control himself. He kisses your forehead, his voice almost a whisper.

“Please, continue”, you say as you begin to move in sync with Leto’s thrusts.

Leto lets out a low, guttural moan as your words reach his ears, his head lowering to bury his face in your shoulder, his body still trembling with the effort of restraining his own need. “Gods, darling, the things you do to me…“

His voice is a rough, breathless whisper against your skin, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against him, his eyes closed for a moment, as he tries to steady himself against the overwhelming feeling of you.

“Leto… Leto…. Leto…”, you moan repeatedly as your hands make way to his back.

The feeling of your nails on his skin, the sound of his name on your lips, the way you say it, it’s almost more than he can take. He lifts his head, gazing down at you, the look in his eyes almost feral, a maelstrom of lust and desire.

“Love…say it again.” He gasps, his voice rough, filled with a need for confirmation.

“Leto…I’m close…”, you moan out.

Leto’s eyes widen slightly at your words, a low, guttural moan rumbling in his throat.“So am I…”

He gasps, his pace quickening, moving a hand to hold your hip, a desperate need to keep you close, his breaths becoming more ragged with each movement.“Together, love…I want to…I need to…”

With a final thrust, you feel Leto’s seed in your womb as the world around you two seems to disappear. It is as if every other moment up to now, every second spent together, every touch, every glance, has led to this moment, and it is almost more than either of them can handle.

Leto’s body trembles against yours, his breaths ragged and uneven as he holds you close, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you, as if afraid to let you go. He gently brushes his lips against your skin, his breath hot and ragged in your ear, his voice low and rough as he speaks. “Gods…I…you…“

He lets out a long, shaky breath, his eyes closing for a moment as he tries to regain his composure, the feeling of you against him almost overwhelming, he can barely find the words to speak. Meanwhile, you have your right hand gently caressing his dark curls.

At the feel of your fingers gently running through his curls, Leto lets out a soft, almost involuntary sound, a low, almost purring noise, as he lays his head near your breasts. He presses his face against them, his arms, still wrapped around you, holding you close, almost as if he does not ever want to let you go. He lets out a shaky, uneven sigh, the feeling of your hands in his hair almost soothing to him, after the intensity of what just occurred.

He lifts his head, gazing down at you, his expression filled with a mixture of contentment, and a hint of awe, almost as if he can’t believe that he gets to have you, to feel your touch, to see you lying there with him. His eyes roam over your face, taking every detail in, as if trying to commit this moment to memory, his voice quiet but filled with an almost reverent tone.

“You are so beautiful, darling.” He murmurs, letting his eyes travel over your face and form, almost admiringly.

“And you are very handsome, my sweet duke”, you return the same admiration he gave you.

Leto gently brushes his fingers over your flushed skin, his touch almost tender as he explains his desire for you to remain like this, wanting to ensure that his seed takes hold and you may possibly conceive. He studies your face for a moment, his own expression a mix of affection and slight possessiveness, as if wanting to lock you down, to tie you to him in this way, to give him a legacy, an heir.

“Do you mind?” He murmurs, his hands brushing over your hips and thighs gently.

“I want to carry as many children as the gods will let us have. As many as you will plow into me…”, your voice laced with affection.

Leto lets out a low, almost primal growl in response to your words, his eyes darkening, filled with desire, possessiveness, and a touch of something else...something that can only really be described as primal desire, as if he wants to claim you, here and now, forever.

“Careful, darling...that kind of talk almost makes me want to get started on the next one immediately.” He murmurs, a slight hint of playfulness in his voice as his hands wander over your skin.

“The next one? We do not even know if there is one that will be in my belly after this night”, you giggle out.

Leto lets out a soft huff of laughter at your laughter, a playful smirk on his face as he gently caresses your skin, his touch remaining tender, almost caressing as he looks you up and down, taking in your form, a twinkle of mischief in his gaze.

“No, darling, we do not…which is why I might just have to spend many more nights with you to ensure it takes. Not that I would mind at all.“

He grins, his hands moving to playfully wander over your body.

“And not that I have any objections to that,” you wink playfully at him.

A low, rough chuckle escapes Leto's chest at your playful wink, his heart almost skipping a beat at the sight. He gently moves his hand to brush a strand of hair back from your forehead, his touch gentle as he gazes down at you, a smile on his face. “Good...because I had some other activities in mind for later...if you are willing, of course.”

He adds, his voice low, almost a whisper, his eyes darkened with desire.

You answer his question with a sweet kiss to his forehead.

Leto lets out a low, contented sigh as your lips find his forehead, and he closes his eyes for a moment, reveling in the feeling of your kisses. A small, but genuine smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his eyes remaining closed even as he speaks again, his voice just a little more tender than usual. “Gods, I could get used to this.”

His arms wrap around you tighter, holding you against him, his body almost seeming to envelope you, cradling you in his warmth and strength.

“So could I, my sweet husband. So can I.”

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