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Aurora laughed and rolled her eyes, finishing her last curl before she turned to look at Finn. "You never give up do you?" She tried to sound exasperated, but it came out more amused. He looked perfectly at ease lounging on the bed, and all Ro wanted to do was curl up next to him. But that wasn't an option. They had guests arriving in - she glanced at her phone - twenty minutes. "I have five different texts from the book club ladies telling me how excited they are. I don't think they'll understand. And I'd rather not have to sit through extra judgment on Thursday." She allowed herself to trail her gaze over his body, resisting the temptation he presented. It wasn't even about wanting to have sex with him. All Ro wanted was to curl up beside him in bed and watch a movie while they cuddled. With a sigh and a slight shake of her head, more at herself than at him, she spoke. "We' can’t cancel, Finn. As much as I would love to spend the whole evening in bed with you." She quirked an eyebrow at him teasingly. "Now do you intend to greet our neighbors like that? I mean I'm sure none of the women would complain, but I don' tlike to share what's mine."
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“I personally don’t think it’s too late to cancel. I’m sure they’ll understand.” He knew they wouldn’t. There was nothing the two of them could do to get out of this thing tonight. Lounging back onto their shared bed, Finn was in no hurry to get ready, despite the clock ticking. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do to convince you?”
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As cheeky and slick as she was, Mia was usually someone who was serious and at times grumpy (but she usually blamed it on work) but here he was being seduced by a man. A gentleman. Someone who she had the longest crush on and found extremely attractive. His deep and velvet like voice had her almost squirming to feel his touch. He was too close but not close enough for her liking. As he referenced the Big Bad Wolf lines, it broke her focus and made her grin. It was sexy and honestly probably the hottest thing she had ever heard but the huffing and puffing let a small giggle slip.
The woman finally caved and guided his face to return to face her. They were inches away from each other because she wanted him to look at her. Her pretty dark brown eyes and doe-like gaze, a look of pure innocence but deep down she still had a few tricks up her sleeve, fixated on his. Mia emphasized each and every word that came from her lips, “Pretty please, Mr. Simon. I want you.”
“I’ll be good for you.”
He couldn't help but smile at the little giggle she let out. It momentarily broke the role he'd been playing into. But he held himself back, waiting for her move. She was in control here (until she told him otherwise).
His eyebrows raised in question as she guided his face back to hers so he was looking her in the eyes. She looked so innocent but Simon suspected that wasn't entirely accurate. His eyes darkened at her words, and his lips curled into a smirk.
"Such nice manners, love," he complimented, hands remaining on either side of her still not touching her. "You can have me. But you'll need to tell me exactly what you want, pet."
He would make her tell him exactly what she wanted. But, unable to help himself, he leaned in a pressed a kiss to her pulse point.
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“oh, no,” anya giggled again. she knew by the look in his eyes and the way his hand moved down the shirt she wore. she always knew exactly what she was doing. “we have to eat breakfast first, simon. the surfaces can wait.” despite her mild protests, anya didn’t hesitate to stop his hands while they wandered over her skin. a gasp slipped past her lips when he squeezed her ass. “you’re too hard to resist, you know.” before she knew it, he had her lifted on the counter with lips pressing to her exposed skin. one side of the shirt hung off her shoulder. legs wrapped around him to pull him flush against her. “after this we’re doing it in front the mirror upstairs.” hands cupped his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss.
"Mm, well I do intend to have breakfast first, my love." He smirked up at her as his hands travelled over her. "Besides, don't act like you didn't wear my shirt knowing I was going to take it off you the second I could." He smirked at her little gasps. He loved her noises. "Good. Don't resist me then, let me make you feel good." One side of the shirt had slipped down her shoulder when he lifted her on the counter and as her legs wrapped around him to pull him in he guided it all the way off. He groaned out a laugh at her words. "Wanna watch while I fuck you? Wanna see how gorgeous you are when you come for me? God, you are perfect, Anya." He kissed her back fervently before trailing kisses down her jaw and all the way down as he sank to his knees in front of her, guiding her legs over his shoulders. "Now about my breakfast."
#chats:simon davies#with:Anya Hartwell#ship:Simon x Anya#his first and forever love#3 parts soft to 1 part horny#(3 parts horny to 1 part soft) rn#nsfw
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Nothing he had done so far had made her uncomfortable even the way he was looking at her with this intense stare made her feel somewhat at ease. It felt more like she was under a microscope and he was trying to gauge what she felt in that moment. If she had to be honest, she didn’t know what she wanted aside form the fact she wanted him close. The way he stood behind her and his lips ghosting over her ear, it sent shivers down her spine, and goosebumps all over her skin. She didn’t know what it was or how he made her feel that way but she stood still. Staggered breathing, big brown eyes watching him inch closer, and her lips slightly agape.
“Yes.” Her voice so soft and cautious. A big difference from how she was earlier. He was so close that it almost felt like they were touching but she knew it wasn’t the case. He seemed to not do anything unless she wanted it to happen. Honestly, she could stand right here with him and be perfectly content. The tension and how her heart was racing was enough but her little mischievous wanted more. “Men like you- a perfectly good gentlemen in front of others but behind closed doors is always something else.”
“A big bad wolf.” Her gaze on him never straying away as her fingers hover over his cheek, playing his game. “So when is he coming?”
If you asked Simon how they had gotten there, he genuinely wouldn’t have been able to tell you. When he’d spotted her on the floor outside her apartment, all he’d had on his mind was helping out his neighbor and hopefully getting a chance to know the beautiful woman who lived across the hall from him. But Mia’s cheeky attitude and playfulness had quickly piqued his interest, and soon he found himself playing a game he wasn’t sure either of them were prepared for.
Her voice was quiet when she responded, not the boisterous confident one from earlier - like she wasn’t totally decided on how she wanted things to play out. He continued to hold himself back, watching her. “Oh darling,” he scoffed. “I guarantee you, you have not met any men like me. But I’m curious. What, pray tell, am I behind closed doors?”
A wicked smirk curled at his lips at her response. “The big bad wolf hmm?” he chuckled. Her next words caught him off guard. A cheeky thing indeed. “Is that what you want, pet?” he purred. “To meet the ‘big bad wolf’.” He leaned in taking a deep whiff of her scent, one he wanted to find on his sheets in the morning. “In that case, maybe I’ll huff,” he exhaled a breath against the hollow of her throat. “Or maybe I should puff.” a breath against the junction of her neck and her shoulder, nose skimming along her jaw but not touching. “Or maybe I’ll bow you away,” he whispered. His voice dropped even lower as he moved his lips closer to the shell of her ear, “But I won’t do any of that unless you ask nicely,” and give your explicit consent, he added in his head. “You’re going to have to beg for the big bad wolf, little red.”
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anya remembered all the years before they found each other again. her life had this emptiness to it that she couldn’t explain. nothing could fill the void that she felt in her day-to-day life. not until she found him again. as he kisses her nose, anya scrunches it up before letting out a giggle.
his arms wrap around her, too. anya reaches up to cup his face in her hands. she presses her skin to his. “i love you, too, simon. i always have and i always will.” moving to her tiptoes, she kisses his cheek. “and we can spend tomorrow christening the house,” she whispered in his ear. “a proper way to break in the new place.
The sound of Anya’s giggle made Simon’s whole world lighter. He could listen to it forever and be happy.
Simon instinctively leaned his cheek into her palm, enjoying the warmth of her touch as his eyes slipped shut to savor the moment. A soft smile tugging at his lips as she kissed his cheek. “Always and forever my love.” His eyes shot open at her words and he tugged back just enough to meet her gaze, eyebrows raising as a his smirk grew. “Proper indeed,” he hummed, hands sliding slowly down her back over the fabric of his shirt. “You know it’s a big house. Lots of surfaces,” he commented as one hand settled on her waist as the other continued down over her ass, squeezing it gently on its path to the back of her thigh. “I think we need to start today,” he declared, hoisting her up and depositing her on the counter as his lips landed on her collarbone.
#chats:simon davies#with:Anya Hartwell#ship:Simon x Anya#his first and forever love#nsfw#ish#mainly for the gif#3 parts soft to 1 part horny
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Mia stayed silent for a moment as if tyring to asses the situation. She liked how gentle he was, kind to her, and even going as far as to make her feel at ease despite being the first time the two ever met. She felt some sort of connection with him but this whole new side that seemed to come out when she teased him interested her as well. The duality of the man had her in a struggle on whether or not she wanted him close. Even the way he was gazing at her when he was closed seemed like this other side of him wanted to do more than be just close to her.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Simon.” Her hands resting on the edge of the counter, staring at him still. Her breathing hadn’t gone back to normal because was still nervous around him. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted but she wanted to be around him. “Come back.” Biting on her bottom lip, doe eyes staring right back at him. “Please?”
Mia was silent as she stared at him, and Simon was cursing himself for his impulsiveness. He’d clearly overstepped and now she likely thought he was some degenerate. “Mia, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
His eyes flew to hers when she told him that he didn’t make her uncomfortable, and he raised his eyebrows, silently asking if she was sure. She was still nervous. That much was obvious in the way her breathing was still erratic. He was silent, waiting for her next move. Her soft “come back” felt like a full body impact. And then she bit that plush bottom lip at fixed him with those big doe eyes and said “please”. Something deep in his brain, a long-forgotten predator instinct kicked in, and he stalked towards her, placing his hands on either side of her on the counter, his face less than an inch from hers. Once again, he was careful not to touch her. “Is this where you want me, love?” he purred.
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there was something so soothing about the kiss to her forehead. his touch made her feel whole again on days when she felt like she was falling apart. his tongue over her collarbone and the tensing of his stomach over her hands made her cheeks turn red. “you’re hard to resist, you know?”
anya let the coffee brew behind her as her hand reached out to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. arms wrap around his middle as she gazed up at him. “you make me feel alive, you know? things that i never wanted, never thought i could do, feel easy with you.” she brought his hand to her lips. “maybe i’ll call out tomorrow and we can stay here all day.”
All of the years that he had been apart from Anya, Simon had never quite felt whole. But with her in his arms, all felt right with the world. “You should speak for yourself, love,” he retorted, kissing the tip of her nose.
Simon allowed her to tug him close, his arms, closing her shoulders. “I know exactly what you mean. There were so many things in my life that I just couldn’t picture for myself. Things I’d dreamt of once upon a time, but didn’t really want as I grew up. I thought that was just part of life. But in reality it was just because I couldn’t picture them without you. I love you so much, Anya.” He smiled down at her as she kissed his hand before pulling her into a tight embrace. “That sounds like an amazing idea. A proper two day weekend since we spent all yesterday moving.”
#chats:simon davies#with:Anya Hartwell#ship:Simon x Anya#his first and forever love#3 parts soft to 1 part horny
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When he approached her, she wasn’t sure what exactly was happening. She knew what she said could be taken all sorts of ways but why did her legs feel weak. The way he was talking to her and even looking at her felt like she was under a microscope and gave her goosebumps. The woman fell silent and continued to on her work until she felt his towering presence so close to her. The whisper he did by her ear had her holding her breath and the plate almost slipped from her fingers. What was she doing? What was he doing? “Sure.” The confidence and cheeky persona she had slipping away so easily as she washed up her hands.
It took a moment for her to regain composure before she turned around to face him. The lack of space between the too and their faces so close to each other. She looked up at Simon, raising an eyebrow at him as if it to say what are you playing at sir. “Do you usually get so close to your guests like this? or am I just lucky?”
Simon felt her tense up as he reached behind her. It even seemed that she was holding her breath. The bold cheeky little thing seemed gone in an instant.
He was about to back off when she turned to face him. Her face was only a hair’s breadth away. He could so easily lean in and kiss her, but he wasn’t about to do that without knowing she wanted it. He pulled back ever so slightly as she quirked an eyebrow at him. “I think the better word is special,�� he hummed. “Do you like me being close, Mia?” he asked, voice low and serious. “Or do you want me to back off?” He took a large step back, raising his hands in the air by his sides, as if showing he was unarmed. “I’m not usually so forward. There’s just something about you that makes me... want. But if I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologize,” he told her sincerely, taking a second step back to put even more distance between them.
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“Yes, darling, I am.” She stuck her tongue out before disappearing into the kitchen once she was able to get all the dishes and utensils into the sink. She started running the water over the plates before picking up the sponge and getting on with the cleaning. It was the least she could do to help since he’d been such a good host and honestly made her feel comfortable. It was a feeling she hadn’t had in a very long time. Comfortable.
As she was rinsing, humming one of her favourite songs, she heard Simon pipe up about her. She’d always been the one to be a bit sneaky but it’s always because she wanted things done either her way or its just something she wanted to do. So far she knew he’d try to take care of things so she beat him to it. “You going to do something about it?” She looked over her shoulder, smirking at him.
“I see. Well you know what they say about respecting your elders,” he reminded her. He smirked at her tone and the term of endearment, and at the sight of her tongue poking out of her mouth his hand clenched into a fist. He found Mia entirely too attractive for his own sanity. And the domesticity of her in his kitchen punched him in the stomach. He wasn’t sure what to feel.
He’d finished packing up the food, when she smirked over at him, teasing him. Simon knew he should be a gentleman and let the moment pass, but the sultry look she was giving him was far too tempting. He decided to push just a little bit to see if she was aware of what she was doing to him. “Keep it up, and I just might,” he promised darkly as he stalked towards her. “Pardon me, love,” he murmured politely in her ear as he reached for the dishcloth behind the sink, not touching her but definitely crossing into her personal space.
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Mia couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that the other had fallen asleep with the television on. It brought her back to when she would see her grandfather or even her own father doze off while watching the news or something. “Cute. You’re like a sweet lolo.” It would seem like she didn’t have a choice in the matter now considering he’s pulling all the stops to convince her to take the bed. She wondered how long it had been since she last felt pampered like this or at least been given the slightest bit of attention. It was nice to felt cared for.
“Alright fine, lolo. I’ll take the bed.” Blushing once more at how he called her beautiful. The woman cleared her plate and before he could say anything or stop her. She took his plate and moved to where the kitchen sink was. “Ha. Beat you to it.”
“Lolo?” he asked. He was unsure of what the word meant, but he could make an educated guess from context, and the adorable giggle she let out. “Are you calling me old, love?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
He sighed in relief when she agreed to take the bed, even if she teased him while doing it. He was about to send her off to the shower while he cleared the plates, but she beat him to it, looking incredibly pleased with herself for managing to do so. He shook his head fondly, “You are a cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” he hummed as he started closing the food containers to store them in the fridge. Her attitude made him want to swat her bottom, but he quickly pushed the thought away.
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Cleared all my drafts tonight so will be working on these tomorrow and Thursday. :)
SIMPLE ACTIONS
my first post is just some simple actions; plenty of room for you to decide what the reasoning or emotion behind the action is.
feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛
[COLLAR] - sender reaches out to smooth down / fix receiver's collar.
[RUFFLE] - sender ruffles receiver's hair.
[BRACE] - sender braces receiver under the elbow.
[FOREHEAD] - sender feels receiver's forehead.
[HANDS] - sender takes receiver's hands.
[NECKLACE] - sender fastens a necklace around receiver's neck.
[SHOULDER] - sender lays a hand on receiver's shoulder.
[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc.
[LAY] - sender guides receiver by the shoulders to lay back.
[TUG] - sender tugs receiver's hand in an attempt to get them to follow.
[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist.
[SUPPORT] - sender pulls receiver's arm over their shoulder for support.
[DRINK] - sender sets something to drink down in front of receiver.
[FOOD] - sender sets something to eat down in front of receiver.
[BACK] - sender rubs a hand up and down receiver's back.
[COAT] - sender zips / buttons up receiver's coat for them.
[CHEEK] - sender brushes a thumb over receiver's cheek.
[NUZZLE] - sender nuzzles into receiver's neck.
[HUG] - sender tugs receiver in for a hug.
[CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin.
[LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to).
[CARRY] - sender carries receiver to another location.
[HALT] - sender gently pulls receiver to a halt.
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“I doubt you’ll ever be boring, Simon.” And that was the honest truth, everything from the talk about books and work to just being in his mere presence had been captivating. She never once was distracted or finding topics to talk about. Conversation was easy with him.
To sleep in his clothes? She was sure it’d probably be too big for her since he pretty much towered over her and her frame was petite. She wouldn’t mind though considering she did say the scrubs weren’t exactly fit as pajamas. When he offered her the bed, she really wanted to say no. “I can’t take the bed. It wouldn’t be fair to you and besides I think I like your couch more. I did doze off on it.”
“I hope so, but I’ll let you be the judge of that after our date tomorrow.” Truthfully, he found talking to Mia quite seamless, and he hoped that would continue when he took her to the bookstore. It really was his favorite place probably in the world. He could always get lost there.
He couldn’t help but imagine her in one of his T-shirts - the cloth draping around her petite figure. Honestly even his shorts might not fit her. “I absolutely insist, love. I’ve slept on the couch more times than I’d like to admit anyways. I usually fall asleep in front of the TV. You’ve had a long exhausting shift and an eventful evening. Please, I’d feel terrible if I let you sleep on the couch. And I hate to play this card again, but my mother would genuinely have my head. And I’d really prefer my head to remain attached to my shoulders,” he teased with a grin. “I’ve got a date with a beautiful woman tomorrow.”
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He should have been more bothered by the fact that he was standing outside in nothing but his underwear, but it took a lot for Dechlyn to be embarrassed — even with his pretty neighbor standing next to him.
“Burnt popcorn, huh? Don’t they realize there’s a button on the microwave for that reason? So people like them don’t burn it at three in the morning when most of the world is trying to sleep?”
Tugging her robe even tighter around her against the chill, she chuckled.
“You would think. Maybe they’re purists who try to do it on the stove?” she mentioned, stifling a yawn. She looked down at the sweet dog at his feet and couldn’t help but smile. “Who’s this little angel?”
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Fletch had missed Ophelia, but between her return to work after the flu (and their kiss) and his run in with Mateo, he hadn’t been able to see her. But this morning he just couldn’t stay away. He greeted her with a lingering kiss on the cheek, pleased that she looked happy to see him. “Just wanted to see your beautiful face. How are you feeling, love?” When she said that she had someone she wanted him to meet, he had a suspicion of who it was, and his spine straightened, subconsciously preparing for a fight.
He could sense the power in the other as soon as he stepped out of the room, but he plastered on a polite smile. The demon had to repress both an eyebrow raise and a smirk at the term “good friend”, wisely keeping his mouth shut. They really needed to have a conversation later. Whatever Gideon (or whoever was inside of Gideon) knew, he didn’t want to give more away. He extended his hand to the younger man. “William, please,” he corrected. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gideon.” Part of Fletch was concerned at the idea of going out with them, but he knew he needed to get a feel for Gideon. “If you’re sure I’m not imposing. I’d love to. I never say no to breakfast.”
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“well this is a pleasant surprise.” the last thing she had been expecting was william to show up after her call. things had been rather slow that night, with only two deliveries and less than a handful of people sent to triage. she had been able to rest, so she was much more chipper than she would have been if she had gone the whole day without sleep. “what are you doing here?” she questions, smile never leaving her face. “oh! there’s someone here i want you to meet!” the brunette holds up a finger signaling for fletch to wait, disappearing into her office for a moment before coming back with a male. this male happened to be her step-brother gideon, who had swung by with some coffee and hopes to take his sister out to breakfast. “william, this is gideon. gideon, this is william. he’s um, he’s a good friend of mine.” what was the proper term for the two, especially after the night they shared? ophelia had no idea, but didn’t really want to dwell on it. “we were just headed out to the diner. you should come with us! you’re not busy, are you?”
gideon was well aware that mateo had already spoken with william. he had reported back to him shortly after, with no news. this was rather interesting to him, as he was sure he would have came back to him with more of a report. unless of course he and fletcher were beginning to question him, and who he really was. while ophelia’s brother was still alive and well, he was rarely around. ever since he had agreed to letting the demon use him as a vessel, his life had been put on the back burner while dexter took over. “oh yes. mr. fletcher. i’ve heard a lot about you. why don’t you join us? the more, the merrier. besides, the diner has some of the best breakfast around. it would be criminal if you missed out on it.”
#chats:William Fletcher#with:Ophelia Grace#with:Gideon Grace#ship:Fletch x Ophelia#supernatural!verse#let's gooo
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He knew this was what she had wanted from him and as much as he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, he could no longer hold his anger in. Charis had been poking and prodding for far too long. Alexander remained still as he shot daggers with his eyes from where he stood, chest heaving as he tried his best not to unleash all of the rage that had been building up inside of him.
“Do you take me for a fool, Charis? This has nothing to do with you wanting your family around and everything to do with throwing it in your sister’s face that you took the one thing that meant the most to her.” There was no use in hiding how much he cared for her. “It doesn’t worry you. Nothing worries you. You are incapable of caring about anyone but yourself. What’s the point in being married to me, hmm? You don’t want me. You’re not interested in me. You really want to spend the rest of your life next to someone you don’t even care for?”
Oh, if looks could kill, Charis was certain she’d be dead where she sat. But she could see that he was still holding back. His chest heaved from the effort and her smirk grew. She would break him. Tonight.
“Meant the most to her, hmm? You think awfully highly of yourself, Alexander. Didn’t she dump you to save her mother’s pitiful existence? Or did she not mention that to you? What did she say that night?” He wasn’t wrong. Charis had learned long ago that it was best to look out for yourself because no one else would. “Well, as you say, I’m incapable of caring for anyone but myself, so why not spend my life next to someone as pretty as you. Besides, it’s not about my choice.” Probably the one honest thing she was saying. “We’re destined. It’s not my fault my sister fell in love with you. And you’re wrong. I’m very interested in you. Sure, you’re not my usual type - too rigid. But I’ll bet there’s a beautiful beast inside of you just waiting to get free, and I want to let him loose.” She stood and crossed the room to him, laying a hand on his chest. “You feel it, don’t you? That instinct thundering in your chest. Let him out, Alexander. You know you want to,” she purred. “Show me what you’re really made of. Stop pretending you don’t love the fire.”
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Bellatrix wasn’t close with really anyone. In fact, she distanced herself from most of the demigods, trying her best to blend in with society and ignore who her father was. The only one she really ever talked to was Alexander. He seemed to be the only normal one out of the bunch. Most of Ares kids were filled with rage and could only see red. Her brother, on the other hand, had most of those feelings under control.
“Ah, the lovely Charis. If I ever got some time with her, I’d give her a piece of my mind. I don’t know who she thinks she is, bullying my brother in the way that she does. Trying to push him over the edge. It’s like she wants him to explode, cause as much destruction as he possibly can.” She wasn’t fond of her at all. Adamantia, she really didn’t know, but she knew enough about the other’s sibling to know that she didn’t like her. “It’s odd, isn’t it? Ares was never much of a ruler. More like…a weapon. An angry bear, that if you poked enough he’d cause chaos. To think that one of his kids, Alexander, is going to try to bring down the big, bad Zeus…who would have thought?” It didn’t matter if the odds were with or against them. Bellatrix would be standing by her brother’s side. She owed it to him. More than once, he had saved her from a life of hell and misery. “You think they’d be wise enough to realize that the oracles aren’t as reliable as they used to be. It’s 2022. They need to get with the fucking program.”
Adamantia wondered how much like Alexander Bellatrix was in comparison to his other siblings. He had told her that she tended to keep to the mortals and avoid the other demigods, which suggested she was probably more level-headed than most children of Ares.
“She deserves more than that,” Adamantia muttered darkly. She’d gladly help Bellatrix destroy Charis, considering the pain she was causing Alexander. “She’s her mother’s daughter. She does,” Adamantia confirmed. “Charis was the kid who liked to kick sandcastles and knock down snowmen. Her favorite Roman emperor was Nero.” They hadn’t exactly grown up together, but Hera had a keen interest in Adamantia when she was young, so she spent a fair amount of time with Charis. Hera did nothing but stoke competition between them and Adamantia had put an end to it as soon as she was old enough. She hummed at her assessment of Ares. There was a lot of irony in the way things were shaping up. Children of war and chaos trying to bring order and peace? Who would have seen that coming? “No offense to your father, but Alexander is a lot smarter than he is. And a lot better than he is. He’s not some blunt weapon, he’s the warrior who will lead this battle. He actually knows what he’s fighting for.” They both did. “You’d think. Especially since they weren’t that reliable back then. Self-fulfilling prophecy is a bitch. But let’s be honest if it wasn’t the oracles, it’d be the augurs. They do as they please and make up the justification afterwards. And honestly, the oracles foretell their downfall more often than not. You’d think they’d just stop trying.”
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Ever since she was a little girl, Amelia had imagined being married to Tudor Hartland. She had known even then, that he would be the perfect man for. She hadn’t been wrong about that. He had been the husband of her dreams, and that was all the more reason for her to want to have children with him. “I’ve got to admit, there is a part of me that cannot wait for El to come of age and take her rightful place on the board. She’s as fiesty as all of us combined, and I’m sure she’ll run Finnegan off of the board if she tried.” She knew that Archibald Hartland had always intended for Hartland’s Haven to remain among family, which was why he had left Maxwell in charge. After Maxwell’s time, it would be Tud and Jamie’s turn, and Millie hoped that their children would follow.
“I’ve always recommended exercise during pregnancy to keep my patients’ cortisol levels in check and get the seratonin going. It’d be a disappointment if I didn’t practice what I preach, wouldn’t it?” She remarked, returning his kiss. “I do love my seratonin, you know? Among other happy chemicals in my body…” Perhaps it was all of the sex that they were having lately, but Millie was just so happy all the time. Not stressed at all even at work, and she hoped that it would help her get pregnant. She had already completed the fertility treatments, and all that was left to do was the deed itself. “You’re lucky I love you, Tud.” She was willing to accept his thoroughness and the following soreness just because she loved this man with her whole heart, and there was nothing more in this world that she wanted than to have his baby.
“And I’ve always been lucky to have you as my husband.” She added with a wink, her fingers continuing to pinch and rub firm circles around her wet and swollen clit, but careful not to let herself reach climax just yet. No, that was for them to do together to increase the chances of pregnancy. “I’m all wet for you, baby. All for you to fill me up.” She let out another moan as she watched him undress, her eyes growing wide upon the sight of his erection. She was already thinking of him shoving his cock into her mouth when he stalked towards her, as though he had just read her mind. “Fuck…” Her eyes were on him while she took his cock in her mouth, bopping her head as she sucked. Not wanting him to blow his load right in her mouth, she pulled back just as quickly. Her hand left her clit and made its way to stroke his cock, getting him nice and wet with her saliva and the wetness from her pussy. “All set. Now don’t make me wait any longer, and put that baby in me.”
Tud chuckled at the mental image of El in the boardroom fighting it out with Finnegan. “Maybe that’s what Uncle Max is waiting for. El to bully Finnegan out. I’m sure she could manage it. Maybe with your and Veronica’s help.” It would be far more entertaining than him and Jamie fighting with him. He didn’t stand a chance against any of them. Hartland’s Haven had been in their family for generations and Tud would do everything to keep it in the family and uphold the values that had been instilled in him.
“You could never be a disappointment,” he argued. “But I understand what you’re saying. Mmm. Serotonin, oxytocin, dopamine. The best cocktail there is.” Ever since they had started trying for a baby, Tud had been considerably happier and less stressed. He wasn’t even worried about conceiving. He had every confidence that it would happen in time. Plus all of the orgasms didn’t hurt. He also felt closer to Millie than ever. He was excited to start their family together. He smirked and kissed the tip of her nose. “The luckiest man in the world,” he agreed. “But don’t deny it, you love feeling me inside of you for days. You always have,” he pointed out. Not that they ever managed to go more than 24 hours without having sex - unless they were working and double shift.
He licked his lips as she played with herself, enjoying the flush that covered her body. “I know you are, gorgeous. Gonna take real good care of you.” He couldn’t help but smirk at her expression when she saw his cock. He knew exactly what she was hungry for. He let out a loud moan as she sucked at his member. “Shit, love the feel of your mouth.” She pulled off and took him in her hand, wetting his cock with her slick. He’d slide in nice and easy. “Your wish is my command, my love.” He bent down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving behind her. He placed on knee on the couch, one hand on her hip and one on his cock, sliding it between her slips before he caught inside of her. He pushed in without hesitation, letting out a low groan. “Fuck, you always feel so perfect around me. I love you so much,” he murmured in her ear as he draped himself over her back. “Ready for me to start moving, baby?”
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