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I love you writing and I was hoping you could write Ben Florian x VK!Reader the reader is Lefou's kid. A soulmate AU where the negative things you think about yourself are marked on your soulmate's skin. Reader only has one or two things because Ben is from Auradon and has a good life and family. While Ben has around half a dozen. Reader is the one who gives Ben the love potion. During the lake scene they notice Ben is their soulmate and tries (but fails) to hide it thinking he deserves better
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There really is no good place for a prince. They are political figureheads in every sense of the phrase— too young to actually rule, too old to be allowed to skip state functions. They sit in corners of expensive meetings and cut ribbons in front of newly opened buildings, but they can’t do a whole lot except smile and pose.
Shame your friend seems so fixated on capturing one, then. It feels like you’ve just barely left the Isle of the Lost, only bid farewell to the entirety of your prior life experience hours ago, and yet already Mal is scheming about how to best tear down everything around you. If Prince Ben is the best way to fulfill her nefarious plans, then so be it.
The only problem is that you’re now involved in all of this, too. Mal wants a wand and so she’ll take a prince to get there, but as one of her best friends, you’ve been drafted into the plot to catch a prince. Ben won’t have any idea what’s coming. Shame, he would probably run if he had any clue.
Mal’s good at covering her tracks, though, she always has been. You can remember elaborate plans from when you were much younger to steal cookies or cloaks, spellbooks and shoes. At this point, hearing Mal tell you that she’s going to bewitch the crown prince of Auradon into falling in love with her shouldn’t surprise you, just the fact that she’s taken this long to come up with the idea.
Usually, you have no problem going along with Mal’s little adventures. They’re entertaining, at the least, a good way to pass a few days when you’ve already gone over every alleyway and hiding place on the Isle at least a dozen times in the last month. The issue is that you’re not on the Isle anymore, and maybe– just maybe– disrupting everything here isn’t entirely what you want to do.
Mal doesn’t know this, of course. None of your fellow VKs do. Every time they monologue and moan about how they can’t wait to get out of this place, you find yourself holding your tongue, biting back your real thoughts about how the school isn’t actually as bad as you feared. Sure, the constant judgment from the other children of princes and princesses isn’t all that fun, but Auradon Prep has its positives, too. For one thing, you think your soulmate might be here.
What a terrible thing for the child of a villain to prioritize. You’ve heard Mal scoff at the idea of a soulmate, and although Evie is certainly more interested in the idea than some of your other friends, you’re still not sure that you’d find a welcome audience amongst their ranks when it comes to tracking down your soulmate. After all, the odds of that soulmate being from Auradon and not the Isle are pretty high. They’ve all but told you that themselves.
All things considered, for a society with such control over magic and spells, it’s pretty difficult to find your soulmate. You’d always wondered why those in charge couldn’t shorten the whole affair to something more simple– a name on the wrist, perhaps, or an invisible string that only the two of you could see– but instead, soulmate magic went the complicated route. How lovely.
The story about the origin of the soulmate magic is convoluted and ancient, going back generations and changing with each family. The general consensus is that soulmates were created to preserve the sanctity of true love, with the idea that soulmates should be able to love each other entirely, flaws and all. So, when you think something negative about yourself, those very same thoughts will show up on the skin of your soulmate, something like a warning label for what they’re going to get themselves into.
This is all well and good for people with few negative thoughts, maybe they’ll have something here and there about a bad sports result or a poor test grade that their soulmate can chuckle over before meeting them. For you, though? You, the child of a villain, cursed to live forever on a too-small island with the other convicts and criminals, you have had more fears and hated things about yourself than most. Your soulmate must be covered in unhappy musings, which only makes you feel worse about yourself than before. A self-perpetuating cycle of the worst kind.
By contrast, the startling absence of your soulmate’s negative thoughts on your own skin makes you certain that they couldn’t be from the Isle of the Lost. There are only one or two fears on your skin, proof of loving parents and a stable home, and they’re minor things like a bad hair day or a fear of not doing their absolute best. These change, often leaving every few months to be replaced by something else insignificant.
What makes you most certain that your soulmate is the child of a royal is the one negative thought that has stayed on your skin since the very beginning. Your soulmate, whoever they are, is terrified that they will let down the king and queen. Only someone with close ties to the royalty could have such a fear, so it’s proof that your soulmate is somewhere here on Auradon.
So maybe you don’t want to leave this place, not yet. Not until you can learn who your soulmate is. It’ll be almost impossible to track them down on this information alone, but supposedly that’s how the whole thing is supposed to work. You learn about the worst parts of your soulmate, and then you get to love the best of them. The only problem is that you’re fairly sure that if your soulmate is a royal, they won’t want to love you at all.
It’s easier to ignore the whole affair. Easier to agree to Mal’s plan when she proposes enchanting Prince Ben. At least another one of your friend’s schemes will keep your mind off the soulmate affair.
That’s what you tell yourself, at least, but your conscience is starting to get steadily more vocal as the days go by. Ben is a nice guy, which hurts, surprisingly. Although the love spell may have been cast on Mal, as one of Mal’s closest friends, you’re around the two of them all the time. The boy you see is someone that you wish could be your soulmate. He may be a prince, and you may be a villain, but he makes you want to believe in love after all.
You certainly have the capacity for such musings. For some reason, the love spell didn’t take all that well, and although Ben is now compelled to stay with Mal more than he was before, it’s not like he’s totally obsessed with her as Mal had hoped. Mal claims it’s because love spells can never work fully due to the soulmate issue, like having a soulmate is a kind of shield to protect you against that sort of enchantment, but regardless, Ben has just enough independent thought that he can tell you jokes and try to make you smile like– well, like he tries to do with Mal.
The realization that Ben is a genuinely good person, and worse, someone you don’t want to trick, haunts you as you fall further into Mal’s scheme. You’ve been trying to push the whole thing from your mind, letting Ben join your soulmate in the depths of your mind you don’t want to touch, but your train of thought keeps circling back to him despite your best attempts otherwise.
Besides, it doesn’t help that Mal keeps trying to involve you in the plot. Right now, the two of them are at the Enchanted Lake, out on a cute little date. Mal had been making mock disgusted faces at you the whole time she was getting ready, but some part of yourself can’t stop whispering that this doesn’t seem so bad, actually, that the thought of being out here alone with Ben would make for a wonderful day instead of the tedious chore Mal is making it out to be.
Ben doesn���t know you’re here, though. Mal wanted backup in case something happened, so you’re lingering in the woods to keep anyone from stumbling upon the scene and also holding onto more magical baked goods in case Mal feels the need to renew the spell. It’s kind of like torture, strolling through this beautiful forest, knowing that Ben is so close and you are helping hold him under the thrall of this plot.
The storm in your mind must be thundering too loudly for you to think straight, because you lose track of yourself and accidentally walk too close to the lake. You weren’t supposed to be spotted, but before you can back away and melt back into the foliage, Ben looks up and sees you. You panic, immediately heading the way you’d come, but you hear footsteps after you moments later and Ben manages to track you down before you can go too far. Mal is so going to kill you for messing with her plan.
“Sorry,” you murmur, eyes wide when he finally catches up to you, “I didn’t realize the two of you were– I’ll go now.”
Ben shakes his head. “No, no, it’s alright. It’s not like we have a monopoly on the woods.”
He’s dripping water, most likely due to a recent dip in the lake, and you can’t seem to stop your gaze from following the path of the droplets as they cascade down his shoulders, across his hands, and, most importantly of all, over the swooping letters of the fears of his soulmates.
Usually, Ben wears long sleeves or something else to hide them. You can see why now– there are many of them, many more than you, perhaps half a dozen in all. You can’t read all of them from where you’re standing, just snippets about how a villain’s kid shouldn’t have a soulmate, how they’ll never amount to much, things like that. Things like what you’ve been thinking recently.
Ben must catch on to your train of thought, because he smiles weakly, absentmindedly scratching at a sentence proclaiming that his soulmate isn’t worth the good luck they get. “Yeah, my soulmate’s a little stressed, I guess. Hopefully, I can talk about that with them soon. I want them to know that they’re worth it, wherever they are.”
It had never occurred to you that hating yourself would make your soulmate this obsessed. You have no proof that Ben is your soulmate but–
But, as you watch, you can see a new fear appearing out of nowhere, wrapping itself around Ben’s left wrist. I’m not good enough for a soulmate this good. Just what you were thinking mere moments ago. It’s like proof.
Ben looks up slowly, and although you were never blessed with the ability to read minds, you swear you can tell exactly what he’s thinking right now. “Are you–” he starts, ends, tries again, “Do you know who your soulmate is?”
You can do several things at this moment. You can confirm what you’re mostly sure is true, you can lie, you can pretend you hadn’t heard him. You spot movement in the trees behind him, a flash of purple, and remember belatedly that Mal is still somewhere at the Enchanted Lake, waiting for Ben to come back and wondering why you’re holding him here for so long.
All of a sudden, the reality of the situation comes crashing down around your shoulders. This is not something that can happen. Ben is a prince. You are the child of a villain, and the friend of another VK who’s counting on you to continue fooling Ben so she can pursue her latest mad plan. There is no world in which this works out.
So, you force a smile, banishing all thoughts back into the deep recesses of your brain once more. “No,” you say, “I don’t know. I think they’re a VK, though.”
Ben’s face falls in a flash. “Really? Because I thought–”
You shake your head quickly. “I don’t– it’s not me. I think Mal is waiting for you, though. You shouldn’t keep her for long.”
Ben glances back over his shoulder in memory of the girl he’s left somewhere in the woods behind him, and when he looks back, you’re gone. You’re good at running. It’s a skill you’ve perfected over the years. You just never thought you’d have to use it now.
Prince Ben is your soulmate. Impossible. True. Mal comes back later that afternoon, tells you the date went splendidly despite your accidental intrusion. Ben must not have let the brief moment in the woods faze him for long. It hurts more than you care to admit.
There is only so much running a VK can do, try as they might to pretend otherwise. You avoid Ben at all costs, hoping that whatever foolish war is currently being fought inside your heart will come to a tolerable ceasefire if you just ignore it long enough. Mal tells you that the plan is going swimmingly, she’s never seen the prince more excited about the VKs and the upcoming coronation. You nod and smile and tell her that you’re glad everything is going to plan, but inside, you cannot seem to stop your mind from screaming.
And then, all of a sudden, despite your best attempts to remain out of sight, Prince Ben finds you. It’s completely out of the blue, so casual that you almost don’t realize it’s happening until he’s sitting down at your table in the library and it’s too late to run.
You feel like an animal caught in a trap. He’s just smiling like nothing is the matter. “I know it’s you,” he says by way of hello.
Your heart is stuck in your throat. “What?”
“I know it’s you,” Ben repeats, “I know you’re my soulmate. I had the Fairy Godmother do a little spell so I could check for you, but I think I knew since that day at the lake.”
You frown. “You can do that?”
He shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. “Not everyone can, I think. But I, uh, insisted.”
You grin. “Prince privileges?”
“Something like that.” He’s smiling, though, maybe pleased that you’re not trying to run off this time. “But you knew even without the spell, didn’t you?”
That does shake your uncertain sense of calm. “Yes,” you admit, “but I didn’t think you— I didn’t think it would work out.”
The look on Ben’s face is genuinely heartbreaking. “What, just because I’m a prince?”
He says it so casually, it’s almost funny. “Yes, Ben, because you’re a prince and I’m a VK. I mean, my dad was Lefou. He literally tried to ruin the happy ever after of your parents, why would you want someone like me to be your soulmate?”
“Same reason you shouldn’t be afraid to want me. You’re not your father, Y/N, and I’m not my parents. We’re just us, and I know that I want you to be my soulmate. I have since the start. I was hoping you would tell me you knew, but after a few days went by and you still said nothing, I figured I had to take matters into my own hands. Even if that meant using a spell or two.”
You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to laugh in your face and tell you it’s ridiculous to think that he would ever want a VK as a soulmate, but he doesn’t. In fact, you don’t think he ever will. As impossible as it seems, Ben wants someone who isn’t from a perfect fairy tale. He wants you. And that, lovely and wonderful and absolutely crazy, sounds like a fairly good happily ever after for you.
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King Ben pins you against the wall in front of everyone and kisses you
Everyone knew that Ben was the nicest guy in Auradon prep. He would give you the shirt off his back. Literally. Like the one time when Ben took off his shirt and gave it to one of his fellow students.
He was beloved by all and without any skeletons in his closet. Well, except maybe two skeletons. Number: Ben was bisexual. He's never told anyone else because he was afraid of what they would say. Number 2: He was a real beast.
Just like his father, Ben had a beast side. It rarely came out to play, but there were certain things that triggered it to come out. Y/N happened to be one of those triggers.
Something about the Isle's boy made Ben-Beast come out. He was possessive and territorial. Which is why when Ben saw Chad talking to Y/N, his whole demeanor changed. He was no longer candy gumdrops and rainbows.
Ben growled and grabbed Chad by the scruff of his neck and bared his canines. "Mine!" He threw Chad against the lockers as people gasped in horror.
Y/N was vaguely impressed in Ben's burst of anger and possession, but before he could comment on it, Ben slammed him against the wall and kissed him.
People were shocked to see their king kissing a VK. More importantly, a male who was the son of Hades and Chernabog.
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My Blooming Rose (Enchantress' Child!Reader x Ben Florian)
@iliumheightnights Hi friend! May I please request a little story? I'd love to read a story about Ben Florian dating a son of the enchantress reader. Reader still is learning magic and Ben helps him when he can and encourages him? All the fluff please?
In some respects, no one would necessarily blame your boyfriend's father for wanting to imprison your mother on the Isle of the Lost.
She did, after all, enchant a young, albeit spoiled, prince and condemn him (an eleven-year-old, mind you) to ten years of suffering and self-loathing in a body not his own.
But no. King Adam and his Queen would never have met if not for the Enchantress.
Besides, they learned well from the example of Queen Leah and King Stefan - don't piss off the magical entity in close proximity.
And so the Enchantress lived within Auradon, and you, her child, were born.
You're not sure you quite approve of the whole Isle of the Lost thing - your mother's punishments tended to get to people before they became irredeemable, so the idea of endless incarceration seems harsh, even by her standards.
But all the same, you are invited to Auradon Prep, mainly to study with the Fairy Godmother to hone your talents in magic. And since you aren't expected to enter a royal line, you don't even have to do some of the more inane Auradon courses.
But who would have thought that without any magic at all, you'd have ensorcelled the heart of Prince Ben.
Ben is just a spot of sunshine in your world, he's so affectionate and lovely.
And supportive!
He's figured out the loophole in the rule that he can't spend all his free time with you by organizing "study dates" in addition to normal dates.
But since magical homework and study is pretty involved, that just means he hangs around in your dorm with you more often than not.
Not that either of you mind.
Except this can sometimes lead to minor mishaps.
You're practicing a spell in the mirror, meant to help disguise someone by changing their appearance.
Focusing on your hair, trying to lengthen it just a little. Just a small test.
But then Ben leaps up to kiss you on the cheek and you wave the training wand just a little haphazardly-
And Ben gets a face-full of your magic.
"Oh my gosh, Ben! Are you okay?"
"Yup!" Ben groans from the floor. "Nothing broken. I think."
He hops back up to his feet, and you gasp.
Your boyfriend's smooth jaw has sprouted patchy growths of hair that are still thickening until they make a rather nice beard and mustache. "Ben... I..."
Ben sees himself in the mirror and grins. "Oh, this is nice!"
"It was an accident."
"If even your accidents are this great, you're gonna be a better wizard than Merlin!" Ben pats your shoulder before stroking his new beard. "It's not even scratchy!"
You blush. "You look really good with a beard."
"Do I look kingly?" Ben asks eagerly, striking a pose.
"You do, but let's try and find a counterspell quickly. Accidental magic tends to corrupt pretty fast. You might end up with the hair changing colors like a chameleon or something."
"That actually sounds kinda-"
"And then I wouldn't be able to see where to kiss you."
Ben instantly gets serious. "Let's hit the books."
"But uh... when you do reverse the spell... Maybe try it on purpose? I wanna see what kissing with a beard is like."
You grin. "Oh really? Why?"
"Cause when you're my Royal Consort, I'll probably grow out a beard and kiss you all the time, so... I wanna see what I'm working toward."
You laugh and then squeeze his hand. "In that case, let's get this thing reversed as soon as we can."
"Love you. My blooming rose."
"Love you. My noble king."
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Dating King Ben Would Include…
Holy shit,
This is a lot.
Def NSFW
Warnings: sex, language, not proofed, I’m a slut
- r u actually kidding this man
- Idek where to start
- How about this
VK
- the moment he lays eyes on you
- Fuck
- When he smiles at you for the first time???
- Bye.
- Falling for the king-to-be was NOT part of the plan
- But he’s so goddamn cute
- You slip into the stands at his tourney game
- He makes a great play and you let out a cheer
- Surprising everyone around
- And he just grins at you
- There’s a party that night
- You show up in your most flattering dress
- And Ben cannot take his eyes off of you
- (The beast inside is awakening)
- He asks you to dance
- his big hands fit on your waist so perfectly
- Your hands loop around his neck and your fingers play with his hair absentmindedly
- You’re so nervous
- He pulls you closer to him and whispers into your ear
- “Relax.”
- Hello???
- He’s so in love with you UGHHHHAGGGA
- not following plot anymore screw it
- “You coming to the game tomorrow?”
- “Why should I?”
- “I can think of a pretty good reason.”
- SHAMELESSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU
- “If we win, I get to take you out on a date”
- “And if you lose?”
- “We won’t.”
- Ben fucking winks at you and just
- Up and leaves
- Someone take the confidence juice away from him!
- You go see another one of his games and after he wins, he runs up to you, sweaty and grinning, gorgeous as ever
- Before you say anything
- His head dips down to your ear, hands slipping around your waist
- “My car is waiting for you. I’ll be there soon”
- The mf had no fucking doubts that they’d win
- He gives you another million dollar smile before jogging away
- Leaving you flushed and a little turned on?????
- The date is absolutely wonderful.
- He changes ur perspective on everything
- Makes you his queen eventually
AK
- He’s such a gentleman omg omg
- PRINCESS TREATMENT OMFG
- Opening doors for you!!!
- Pulls out your chair for you!!!
- Ur a cheerleader
- He’s def the kinda bf to score and point at you like
- “Scored that for you, baby!”
- You wanna roll your eyes but can’t bc of his damn smile
- Don’t even get Ben started on your fucking uniform
- He’s down bad fr fr
- You in the colors of his kingdom??? HELLO?!
- He’s gone
- Such a fan of public PDA
- will kiss you ANYWHERE
- seriously
- Always has to be touching you
- The beast in him tbh ur his
SEX
- everything this guy does is
- Always turning you on fr
- At the worst times too
- He’ll just look at you and give you the smile he only does while balls deep inside of you while at dinner with his parents
- And he knows it too
- The way you blush and look away?
- He KNOWS
- Please he gets weak in the knees when you say his name/title
- “Benjamin”
- “King Ben”
- “King Benjamin”
- “Your Majesty”
- Bye
- I imagine that he’s so sweet at first but you can tell that he’s holding back (beast boy HELLO?!)
- You have to convince him to finally just let it out
- What does that entail?
- Let’s make a list!!
- Scratch marks on your thighs
- So so many hickeys (he doesn’t fucking care who sees, he’s the king)
- Finger print bruises on your waist and hips
- BITE MARKS
- shit
- This man has a heightened sense of smell
- So like… beware
- Low key high key loves the way you smell
- Will not stop sucking and biting on your neck bc of it
- BEN IS A DOM IM SORRY NOT SORRY
- it’s such a stress relief for him!
- Seriously as king he needs to release his stress somehow
- You luv when he’s rough with you
- A full on Edward Cullen breaking the bed moment and he’s scared to even touch you
- And ur like “Ben do it again”
- He’s all 😮 “wut”
- “Please?”
- And bam thinking with his dick again
- You love it when he fucks you in his office
- In between meetings
- When anyone can walk in
- “Don’t want everyone in the castle to hear your dirty sounds, now do we?”
- BEN IM SORRY
- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP QUIET WHEN UR LITERALLY REARRANGING MY INSIDES ON YOUR DESK
- Riding him while he’s in his desk chair
- The staff is quite confused when he asks for a mirror to be hung as a decoration on the opposite side of his desk
- It’s so you two can watch obvi but they don’t know that
- OMG the two of you at formal events and he cannot keep his hands off of you
- The things he whispers in your ear my GOD
- looks like the two of you are just innocently dancing but if they really knew the dirty things he was saying to you
- “What would everyone think if they knew how turned on you are right now?”
- “You taste better than all the food here.”
- Like r u kidding me he’s the dirtiest guy
- MASSIVE DICK ENGERY
- Its unfair
- Him pulling you out of the ballroom to absolutely ravish you with his parents and subjects a wall away
- Him just fucking you while wearing his crown omg (cant stop thinking about this)
- He’s so needy all the fucking time
- Anyways back to office sex
- It’s his fav
- Literally you’ll be on his lap and he’s fucking up into you and he will get a phone call
- Motherfucker GRINS at you
- “don’t make a sound”
- And then ANSWERS IT.
- KEEPS FUCKING YOU THROUGH THE PHONE CALL
- NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS
- Oh and def makes you keep eye contact with him the whole time with his hand on your throat
- Ben with a beard????
- Between your thighs??
- With the fucking fangs?????????
- DEAD
- DECEASED
- BYE
- GONE
- Is always down to eat u out
- Such a golden retriever bf about it
- Def fingers you in the car
- If ur driving??
- “Eyes on the road”
- 💀
- If he’s gone?
- You best BELIEVE he’s calling for phone sex
- “C’mon let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”
- Soft mean Dom soft mean Dom
- Will hop in the shower with you just so he can wash your body
- Also makes you come with the shower head
- Loves boobies
- Loves ass
- He can’t decide which he likes more
- Loves making you watch what he’s doing
- If he’s going down on you?
- Eyes on him at all times
- Fingering you?
- You better be watching it
- That’s why the mirror comes in handy
- When you lock eyes through the mirror?
- His crown is lopsided and he’s just
- He’s just
- You know
- FUCKING KING BENJAMIN
- And he’s always smiling at you
- He knows what that smile does to you
- Uses it to his advantage
- He knows he’s pretty
- He loves waking up before you after a long night of straight up fucking
- He sees the damage done
- By him
- And it just gets him going!
- You wake up with his head between your thighs
- “Morning”
- It was in fact a good morning
- his morning voice adds to it
- You loooooove to tease him
- Low key flirting with another guy, if it’s fucking Chad you better get prepared
- Wearing an outfit you know he loves in a public place when he’s with his parents doing his king duties
- Putting your hand on his inner thigh during a meeting
- I hope you know what you’re getting into!!!
- He storms into his room that night where you happen to be lying on the bed, oh so innocently
- Wearing his jersey or a button up of his
- You don’t bother looking at him, already trying to hide the smirk on your face
- You can feel the glare as he shrugs off his suit jacket
- And removes his tie
- And loosens his collar
- And pushes his sleeves up
- (your favorite Ben look)
- He knows this ofc
- Sets his hands flat on the bed and just stares at you
- Finally you look up, a giggle escaping immediately
- “You think it’s funny, do you?”
- His hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you towards him
- His knee settles between your legs as he leans over you
- “Answer your King when he speaks to you”
- “Yes, your majesty”
- His head drops back and something (THE FUCKING BEAST) ignites inside of him
- He laughs
- Not like his true laugh
- A dark, sinister laugh
- Coming from Ben?
- Noble, brave, and good Ben?
- When he’s about to fuck you into oblivion?
- Good. Fucking. Bye.
- What’s Bennyboo up for??
- So much
- He’s horny ALL THE TIME
- highest sex drive ever
- Esp with the fucking beast
- He can go for hours
- King (lol) of stamina
- “You can do it baby”
- “C’mon, one more for me”
- “Fuck you’re doing so well”
- “Good. So so good”
- He’s loud as FUCK
- not embarrassed about it all
- No fucks given
- Will walk out of his office he was just bending you over in to greet his father in the next room like MAN ISN’T PHASED AT ALL
- And you’re catching your breath like 😳😳😳
- On one hand, he’s so nice and genuine and so well mannered
- And then when it comes to you, he’s a cocky little shit who can’t keep it in his pants
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General Descendants Dating Headcannons
making my descendants debut
Your parents aren't specified in this
i find specifying it when its unnecessary lame👎👎
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Ben Florian
True gentleman!!
Regularly gives you gifts (usually to make up for his absence if taking place in the 2-3 movies)
Tight hugger. Like fr tight
Bad at explaining his negative emotions. Like he'd work himself into the ground and deny it so try to keep him in check
Enjoys going on dates at night or just staying in
He doesnt mind either
Spoils you regularly. Like you could fr give him a shiny rock and he'll give you a gold necklace💀
If youre from the Isle he'll help you settle into Auradon and try to make it less overwhelming
Carlos Devile
Silly guy (real)
More of an acts of service guy
On the isle yall would spend time running around together or just hanging out (probably at your house. He slept in a dressing room so😭😭)
He wasn't really mean or anything so like he whenever you guys run into trouble hes more of the flight kinda guy
In Auradon though it is different!!
If youre someone from Auradon he'll be more anxious when yall first started dating. He's not used to the Auradon customs (hes the best at getting used to them tbh)
If youre from the isle then he's a but more relaxed (though hes still scared he'll mess up since yall are dating now)
Dates are usually staying in and playing video games/watching movies or study dates
Jay
Physical affection typa guy (And also verbal i suppose)
Like he always has his arm around you or just his hands on you in general
Likes kissing your neck (usually more romantic way than anything)
If you are both from the isle yall spent most dates running around and stealing shit for his dad's shop
If youre from Auradon he def flirted when yall first met (or a bit later)
Your guys' dates in Auradon is usually just hanging out in one of yalls dorms
Alot if his time on the Isle is running around so he probably enjoys relaxing for a bit
You best wear his Jersey to his tourney games
Talks about you to others alot bc he just cant shut up about you for more than an hour🙄🙄
Harry Hook
Flirty man
Physical and acts of service kinda guy
also gift giving
Like you have atleast 2 necklaces (that he stole)
If yall are from the Isle then you are probably in Uma's crew
If you arent you still gotta get her blessing. If she dont like you, you gotta go
Live, laugh, love Uma
Yall spent most of yalls time probably workin in the restaurant or just causin a ruckus on the isle
If youre from Auradon tho he probably talked to Uma and Gil about you for a bit along with some lil flirting here and there
When yalls official he may try to change up your wardrobe (unless you already enjoy your current one) You have leather gloves tho. From him🫶🫶
You 2 spend time either around the crew, in one of yalls dorms cuddling, or around Auradon causin some mischief
He def steals nice shit for you
Gil
Absolute sweetheart
Physical affection and acts of service kinda guy
And verbal affection🫶🫶
If yall 2 met on the isle then you've probably met Uma and Harry and hang around them
They def tease Gil a bit
If from Auradon he fell for you but wasn't too confident with talking to you
Like he tried to do the whole thing Gaston does but it didnt work too well for him😭😭
Yalls dates are usually by the waters, shopping, or just hanging out inside
Study dates too i guess (he will not be paying attention)
Chad Charming
Literal shmuck (loving)
Gift giving and physical affection
Like literally let him spoil you
If youre from the Isle he will be a bit weary of you
Maybe try to flirt and be all charming
But when yall actually dating hes a softy idc
If youre from Auradon yall def date alot sooner
He'd probably ask you out like whenever youre free tbh😭😭 in a smooth way tho
Yalls dates are like picnics, staying in and cuddlin, and study dates
Please come to his Tourney games and wear his joursey🫶🫶
#descendants x reader#descendants x male reader#ben florian x reader#ben florian x male reader#harry hook x reader#harry hook x male reader#carlos devile x reader#carlos devile x male reader#jay x reader#jay x male reader#chad charming x reader#chad charming x male reader
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Ben headcanons include...
Ben would definitely spoil you rotten
you want something you shall receive, gifts at least 4 times a week if not more.
he would be busy of course so he makes sure to plan 2 dates or more per week but sometimes that doesn't happen so any alone time with each other is a gift.
He is super shy with PDA in public with small kisses on the forehead, side hugs or just holding hands. But oh man, in private kisses left and right, cuddles lots of cuddles, he especially loves to bear hug you or hug you from behind your waste with more kisses on your neck.
He would check up on you before and after events to make sure you are okay. Obviously, he knows dating a king is hard with all the press, rumors, etc so he always makes sure you are okay.
Ben loves it when you wear his shirt or crown.
he loves to kiss you, forehead kisses, hand kisses, nose kisses, and even neck kisses but Kisses on the lips are his favorite.
#king ben x reader#ben descendants#descendants#king ben#ben florian#ben beast#ben x reader#ben descendants x reader#descendants ben#descendants ben imagines#ben headcanons
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Too Trusting ~ Ben Florian x Male Reader
You're a part of the VK's, Mother Gothel's son
Mal doesn't like Ben at all, but all the others do, you a little more than the others
Goodness class was awfully boring
But having your friends with you made it tolerable
What made it better was running into the soon-to-be king, Ben
Ben and you had a rocky friendship, Mal made it tough for you and the other VK's to get along with him
But you still tried your best, joking with him and having witty conversations before they were interrupted by either Audrey getting jealous or Mal dragging you away
But luckily the two of you shared 'history of magic' and sat by eachother after Ben generously volunteered to sit by you when you moved to Auradon
You two did pay attention to the class but you talked a lot
About the island, about your mother, about the VK's, and about relationships....
Ben felt comfortable around you
It was different to how he felt around other guys like Chad
And very different to how he felt with Audrey
He'd said he felt as if he "were walking on egg shells around her"
One day, after Ben noticed that it was always Mal that dragged you away, he decided to ask you about it
"Are you and Mal a thing?" Ben asked innocently
You blush
"What? Haha no way!" You chuckle at his question
"Was my question that ridiculous?" Ben asks, smiling but slightly embarrassed
"I mean, kind of? Because I'm gay, Ben" you say as you keep chuckling, writing down whatever the fairy-godmother was saying
"Ah- I never noticed!" Ben says with an apologetic look
"Don't worry haha.... The fashion on the island is very similar to gay Auradon fashion so it must be hard to tell the difference"
After class Ben and you kept chatting until Audrey shouted from across the hall
"Benny-boo! I'm waiting for you to walk me to lunch!" She shouts with that headache inducing high-pitched voice
"Guess I've got to go"
"I guess you do benny-boo~" you tease and the two of you laugh as he leaves
"You two seem to have hit it off"
"AH! M-Mal... ew no I'm like... just pretending haha" you jump as you notice Mal behind you
"Sure... Listen I have a plan on how to get the wand" She says in a mocking tone
"I'm listening"
"A little birdie told me that the King's partner sits front row at the coronation, and they bring the wand out during coronation"
"I don't get it.... ARE YOU GONNA DATE KING BEAST?! Mal he has a wife..."
"Are you stupid.... No I mean the King to be, as in Ben" Mal says with a smile
"Oh... Are you planning to date Ben? He's dating Audrey" you say with a confused look
"No I'm not, I can't stand him... You are! You're going to spell him!"
"WHAT!? I can't do thaf, you may not like him, Mal but I do and I don't wanna spell him to fall for me" you say with grimace on your face
"Oh come on! (Y/n) I can clearly see you like him, just indulge in your own desires for once! You're mother would be disappointed in how selfless you are" Mal went in for the kill with that one
"Oh shut up... Fine I'll do it, but you're helping me"
"Obviously, I can't trust you to make spelled brownies, I can't trust you to even make regular brownies" She chuckles and the two of you giggle as you walk away
The tub of brownies was in your bag, it was time for history of magic again
"Today's topic is Villain magic" you could feel everyone look at you when the fairy-godmother said that
"Can you do any, (y/n)?" Ben asks you
You blush at the question
"Good question, Ben! (Y/n) would you mind coming up here and explaining it to us?"
The FGM must be some kind of sadist because you were in physical pain as you walked up to the front of the class
You explained the basics of villain magic, and how it derives from their origins and was adapted to their own persons
Then you mention yours being the same as your mother's, deriving from the song she sang to rapunzel
After class, Ben questioned you constantly
"So how does it work??"
"Is it only one song or multiple?"
"Can you sing me a spell??"
"Why dont you sing more often?"
After answering most of his questions you see Mal out of the corner of your eyes, miming towards your bag
"Oh by the way! I made you something for the big game" you say with a smile as you pull out the brownies
"Oh thank you but I don't eat before games"
"Oh I get it don't worry"
"It's nothing against you it's just my-"
"No no I get it don't trust a villains kid and all" you cut deep, you and to, Mal was counting on you and so was your mother
"What no it's not like that!" Ben says with a worried look on his face, the last thing he wants to do is offend you
"Ben I understand don't worry abou-" but the blonde interrupts you as he takes the brownie out of your hand and immediately eats it
" *Shee I Twust Yew* " he says with his mouth full
After he swallows the whole brownie, you look st him with a worried look but quickly hide it with a smile
"So how do you feel? Are they good?" You test the waters
"I feel great... You look great- I mean they taste great!" He mumbles, his eyes never leaving yours
God was he attractive, the way he immediately ate the brownie after he felt he'd offended you.... He's too Trusting but that makes him that much hotter you
After the madness of the game and his love proclamation ensues, Ben and you start dating
You feel incredibly guilty
For spelling him of course, but mostly for enjoying it
So after many dates and nights together, you had enough
You loved him so much, and he loved you but it didn't feel real - probably because it wasn't
So one day, when he begged you to show him a spell, you decided to try break the spell on him
"Fine, I'll try and spell you, happy?" You say faking annoyance
"Finally!" He says happily and gives you a kiss on the cheek
You blush and smile, but feel ill on the inside
This was it, you think to yourself what the correct spell for this situation was and then began
🎶Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me ~~~~ but something must've changed, it isn't pretty to think all the love from that golden string has been drained🎶
(Ignore me shittily trying to include taylor swift)
Ben goes quiet for a second
'Did it work??' You think to yourself
"So? Am I a frog now??" Ben jokes
"Haha... clearly I'm out of practice, the spell failed" you chuckle with s glum smile
"That's fine, my boyfriend doesn't need to be amazing at everything, just most things" he jokes
He kisses you again, on the lips this time
You hate that you love it so much
After more dates and more troubles ensuing, the day of the coronation arrived
You hadn't told Mal about trying to break the spell
But she had suggested to break the spell after taking the wand anyway
After the troubles of the coronation happening, you meet once again with Ben
This time at the enchanted lake
"I baked you brownies again! For after our date" you say with a smile
You wanted one last perfect date with him
"Oh I'm starving, I'll have them now!"
"W-Wait! Swimming on a full stomach isn't the best idea you know I-" you were trying to grab the brownies back as Ben chuckles
However he scoffs them down as quick as he can as he laughs
"Crap... Do youuuu feel fine?" You ask with a worried look
"Umm yeah I guess? But let's give the reverse love spell some time to work, let's go back to our date!" Ben nonchalantly says
"Yeah that's a good idea.... wait what?" You look into his eyes with a worried, scarred look
"How long have you know?!" You shout
"Since you tried to spell we with a song, I didn't expect you to reverse Mal's love spell" Ben says with a chuckle
"I'm so sorry, you must think so lowly of me and you should do it was-" you apologise profusely but get interrupted by a kiss
"I'm not mad, (Y/n)..."
"You're not?"
"Nope, clearly you liked me but Audrey was keeping you from getting with me"
"Yeah..." you say with a sad smile
"Honestly I'm kind of thankful, I never realised I also liked guys and also how bad of a girlfriend Audrey was haha"
"I'm glad! I'm guessing this means you wanna call off our date?" You say with a bittersweet tone
"Of course not! Didn't you hear me earlier, I said we should get back to our date"
"Really??" You say in shock
"Definitely, come swim with me, my dear boyfriend (y/n)~"
#gay#male reader#fanfic#x male reader#fluff#cute gay#decendants#decendants x male reader#ben florian#ben florian x male reader#ben florian x reader
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very much in need of some more ben florian content literally anything works i am desperate.🥲
I AM SO FUCKING GLAD YOU ASKED. AWWWUGUUHGHH. It's really been a minute since we talked about Benny boo huh. okay so I have some stuff planned for Ben so that's definitley something to look forward to, until then......
one thing about Ben Florian is that he's easy to fluster until he's not. He's a very patient, very diplomatic man. He can withstand a lot of teasing from you. he can handle all the jokes and jabs and flirting, all the getting up in his face just to watch his cheeks flush, watch him try to maintain his composure. but at some point... at some point, Ben is really really going to want to call you on all your big talk. He's going to want to shut you up. it's an instintaneous and almost invisible change in his demeanor, but before you know it he has you pinned against a wall or his big mahogany desk asking you to repeat what it was you just said. You have no idea, you can't remember anything except how good his muscular chest feels pressed against yours, how easy it is for him to hold you down with his big old hands.
"Mhm. That's what I thought, bunny."
He presses a kiss to your nose before standing you back up and parting ways so he's not late for his next meeting. You're gonna be thinking about that for the rest of the day.
#drabbles#ben florian#ben florian x reader#ben florian drabbles#descendants#descendants x reader#descendants drabbles#no bc why is he so calm all the time#he's... composed...#and I hate it#bites him#god he makes me feral
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Literally all of the descendants boys you listed and how they’d react if you got your period and bled through your clothes?
My darling anon you’ve been here before. And I love you for it.
First of all they’re all gonna be nice about it. Chad would be a jerk about it but he’s not relevant here.
That being said, Harry and Jay WILL LAUGH. Until they see that you’re properly upset about it, and then it’s like someone flipped a switch.
Carlos, Doug and Ben will turn bright red. 
Gil, my absolute angel of a boy, will not do any of that. He will quietly inform you that you bled through and then he will help you to hide it and escape whatever situation you’re in to go and handle it. ( Uma trained him well, as much as she tried with Harry, Gil learned it better)
Ben will do the same as Gil, but while blushing and he almost always has a jacket which will immediately be tied around your waist and no one will even notice that he took it off because he’s just that good.
All of the boys will get the situation under control and none of them will make you feel bad about it. Once you’ve managed to get changed, they will all reassure you that it’s alright, that you needn’t be embarrassed. They will all be perfectly sweet to you for the whole rest of your period. If you have any of these sweethearts then you are LUCKY!!
#descendants#disney descendants#ben descendants#ben florian#ben florian x reader#jay descendants#jay x reader#harry hook#harry hook x reader#doug descendants#Doug descendants x reader#carlos de vil#carlos de vil x reader#gil descendants#gil legume#gil x reader#periods#menstruation#asks#thanks for the ask!#writing stuff#descendants headcanons#anon you know me so well#you know that I am period fic girl ™️#Chad charming sucks
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M A S T E R L I S T
V I K T O R D R A G O
Ignoring the past: Balboa!daughterxViktor Drago
In which the daughter of famous heavy weight champ Rocky Balboa begins a tumultuous relationship with the son of an old enemy who brings up too many painful memories.
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // in progress
B R I A N O' C O N N E R
On the road: Latina OFC x Brian O'Conner (NEW WIP!)
In which a beautiful Latina and a handsome ex cop meet on the road and fall in love, only to discover they both are keeping secrets.
Meet the Characters //
#yoooitssalexx writes#viktor#viktordragoimagine#viktor drago#florian munteanu#creed 3#viktordragosmut#creed iii#florian munteanu smut#viktor drago x reader#florianmunteanuimagine#paul walker#Paul walker imagine#paulwalkerfanfiction#Paul walker smut#brian o’connor#brian oconner#brian o'conner#Brian o'conner smut#Brian o'conner imagine
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HELP I'M GOING THROUGH A DESCENDANTS PHASE AND THERE'S NO STOPPING IT
I'm so in love with Harry Hook honestly, and Uma. I mainly love d2 but honestly I'm tempted to write fics for descendants characters
Mostly Harry
I just love the pirates so so much
Okay I'm writing at least one fic for descendants, I may need people to suggest stuff for me
#disney descendants#Descendants#descendants 2#Harry Hook#uma descendants#Gil descendants#I love them#Pls give descendants requests#uma x reader#harry hook x reader#gil x reader#evie grimhilde#evie grimhilde x reader#Descendants jay#jay x reader#carlos de vil#Carlos de vil x reader#ben florian#ben florian x reader#Mal bertha#Mal Bertha x reader#mal x reader#Descendants Jane#Descendants Jane x reader#Descendants audrey#Audrey x reader
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mine all mine
florian xhekaj x fem! reader
warnings: light cursing and pure, straight up FLUFF
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you laid on the couch of the xhekaj house, hanging out with your boyfriend’s siblings, arber included.
“you mother fucker.” his older sister yells smacking arber on the arm for knocking her off the track as they raced head to head on mariokart, you trailing behind in 6th place.
“whatever it takes to win dom.” he laughs and continues eventually winning the race.
“how are you good when you never even play?” sophia asks after she finishes in 8th.
“i’m just cool i guess.” he shrugs setting the controller down. the bond you’d grown with florian’s sibling was extremely strong. they welcomed you with open arms the moment you stepped in their door for the first time. you looked at the time, seeing that florian would be home soon after a long practice.
“one more round? parents are at work until late.” arber asks.
“yeah let’s do it.” you reply, hoping to maybe do better this time, which you did, finishing in 3rd. once your final race was over you hear the lock on the front door turn and florian walks in the door.
“soph, dom you guys wanna go to dinner?” arber asks.
“yeah sure. what about flo and y/n?” dom replies.
“well he just came back so i just assumed he wouldn’t wanna go.”
“which you would be correct.” florian laughs returning from setting his bag down in his room and plopping down on the couch close to you.
“damn why?” sophia asks.
“long practice, i just wanna be at home.” he says putting his feet up on the coffee table.
“we’ll get you guys take out?”
“perfect, just call us when you need our order.” you smile leaning back in the corner of the couch, putting your feet up toward florian. his siblings putting on their shoes and walking closer to the door before he gets up to lock the door behind them.
“see you kids later. and flo use-“ arber starts.
“goodbye.” florian says pushing them out the door and shutting it quickly, face flushed red with embarrassment.
“awe, are you embarrassed?” you giggle as he walks back over to the couch.
“no i’m not.” he says, clearly lying out of his ass, and with his hands he separates your legs, laying between them with his head placed gently on your stomach.
“oh baby.” you coo, your hand running lightly through his dirty blonde hair, massaging his scalp.
“missed you.” he mumbles.
“you were only gone a few hours honey.” you giggle and you were met with silence as the boy placed his arms under your back, hugging onto you firmly. he always put on a tough guy front in front of his friends and his family but when the two of you were alone he loved to be babied more than anything in the world.
“i love it when it’s just me and you.” he says, moving his head to look up at you.
“why?” you say brushing hair out of his face.
“because.”
“flo that’s not a reason.” you laugh.
“i just love you, that’s all.” he says softly looking at you with his loving blue eyes.
“i love you too baby.” you smile. he pushes himself up with his arms to press a sweet kiss to your lips before repositioning himself and placing his head on your chest, wrapping his arms back around you. your ran your fingernails up and down his back soothingly, enjoying the moments of quietness with no one around.
“i never want them to come back. i could die happy right here.” he says softly, enjoying the back scratch.
“well once you play with the habs you can get your own place.” you say planting an unknown seed in his mind.
“what about our own place? like you come live with me.” he suggests.
“we’ll have to see but i’m sure we can work that out.” you smile at the idea of it. living alone with florian was, what you considered and fantasy, but the fact that it could happen brought you enough peace.
“i can talk to your parents.” he says resting his chin on your sternum.
“baby let’s not worry about it just yet okay? it’ll all work out.” you smile.
“you’re right. the idea just makes me so excited for my future with you.” he says causing your heart to flutter. you had never met a sweeter boy in your life.
“i’m excited too. everyday is exciting with you.” you say locking eyes with the boy.
“my family loves you, you know? mom is always asking about you when you’re not here.”
“does she really?”
“yes, i’d say almost half the times i ask you to come over is her telling me to ask you.” he laughs.
“well she’s awesome so that makes me happy.”
“good, because you make me the happiest and they see it and in return love you like family.”
“boy you better stop before i start crying.” you giggle as he presses a light kiss to your neck before laying his head back down.
“have you thought about what food you want before they call us?” you ask interrupting the silence that took over.
“to be honest no. just order something and i’ll get the same thing.” he says.
“okay easy enough.”you giggle as your hand finds its way back into his soft locks.
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#florian xhekaj#florian xhekaj x reader#fluff#arber xhekaj#florian xhekaj imagine#turcs’ talk#i love him
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Hades: "I forbid you from seeing that stupid, blue bitch."
Y/N: "What? But Evie's my friend. Everyone likes her."
Hades: "I was talking about Ben."
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#descendants#descendants x reader#ben florian#Ben Florian x male reader#ben beast#Ben Beast x male reader#mitchell hope#cheyenne jackson#hades disney
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Ben Florian with a son of the Enchantress who cursed his dad
//Okay! Okay! But I actually DO have an OC that's this! Let me talk about him to you sometime!//
"My parents are going to love you."
M/n looked at Ben with the look of disbelief. "Really? You think your parents, your dad being the one my mom cursed, will like me? I'd like you to REALLY think about that." He laughed and shook his head, going back to what he was working on.
"Well sure, but it was to teach him an important lesson. And in the long run, it got my parents together. I'm sure that would count for something. Besides, you're not your mom."
"WHICH!" M/n pointed at Ben. "My mom was in her rights. Your dad was kind of a dick at the time. And you're right, you're lucky I'm not my mom. I'd have turned Chad into a chair by now."
Ben laughed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "You tried to just yesterday."
"But I didn't!"
#descendants#ben florian#descendants ben#descendants ben florian#x male reader#x male!reader#male reader#male!reader
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Welcome Home - King Ben x Reader Smut!
Warnings: smut, ben cusses :)
Request: Hi! Could i request a king ben smut where he has like a tough meeting about some other country and goes into his office where the reader is waiting for him all sweetly and he just bends her over his desk and gets his frustrations out?
(The way he smiles makes my insides CHURN.)
Everything was planned to a T. After being gone for two weeks, visiting King Charming and Queen Cinderella, Ben was finally returning.
Chad had unfortunately, but not surprisingly, done a stupid business deal with some pirates off the coast of Auradon. Since he was technically in Auradon waters, Ben was the one who had to handle it. After sorting out the issues with the pirates, he’d gone to King Charming’s castle to discuss the matter further, leaving you to govern Auradon.
Not that you minded, you just missed your husband. A great deal. So his arrival needed to be perfect.
His plane would arrive the next morning and so you had taken the initiative to have everything prepared. You’d asked the staff to prepare his favorite meals, planned a date for the next evening, and as your own added touch, we’re now setting the biggest vase of blue roses on his desk.
You opened your phone, looking at the last text he’d sent you.
It was from this morning,
See you soon, my love.
You simply couldn’t wait.
Your days were lonely without him, as were the nights. And selfishly, you’d been missing something else. These past two weeks was the longest you and Ben had ever been apart and your body was definitely feeling the repercussions.
You really missed Ben.
ALL of Ben.
As you turned around, the door to his office opened. Your head looked backwards and your heart jumped at the sight of your husband. His bag fell to the floor at the sight of you.
You froze in place, leaning back on his desk.
“Wha- why are you back?”
He smiles.
“Wanted to surprise you. Didn’t think you’d be in my office, sweetheart.” He walks closer to you. “Are you not happy to see me?” His brow arches.
“No, I am I’m just confused-“ Your words are cut off by a kiss. Ben lifts you up sit on his desk, stepping between your thighs. As much as you want to give in, you push against his chest. “Wait, Ben… how was the meeting?”
His eyes roll.
"Horrible. Chad's dad is an asshole. Chad is an asshole. The pirates were assholes. Now, I'm finally home and I'd really, really like to fuck my wife. Is that okay with you?" His eyes flicker down to your lips then back up to your eyes.
"Uh... yeah sure. That's cool."
"Great." His hand wraps around your head, pulling you into him again, lips meeting yours. Your hands find his face, thumbs sliding over his cheeks and pull him closer.
His fingers trail down your body and then grab your waist.
"Ben..." He keeps kissing you. "Do you maybe wanna..." Another. "Go back to our room?" His fingers play with the hem of your blue dress.
His voice comes out hoarse and deep.
"No, I think we are gonna stay right here."
Ben's lips attached to your neck, fingers threading up into your hair to tilt your head back.
The other hand begins pushing your skirt up higher and higher. Your breathing turns uneven as your eyes dart around, hoping no one is going to walk in on your escapades.
"Ben, are you sure..." He pulls away harshly, glaring at you.
"Do I need to bend you over my desk, Y/N?" You suck in a breath as a deep blush crosses your cheeks. His eyebrows raise because of course he notices and then his eyes roll. "Oh for fucks sake."
And then before you can even blink, Ben has you bent over his desk with your skirt over your hips.
You whine as his hips roll into yours, fingers curling over the edge of his desk. Your head turns, ready to glare at him when he rips your underwear clean off.
Your eyes widen in surprise, stammering out his name but go silent when you feel him podding at your entrance.
His voice is hushed next to your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body.
"A loss for words, honey?" His fingers tighten on your hips as he pushes into you. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the table tightens as well. He gives you no time to adjust to him and begins ramming into you. You shove your face into your arm, biting the flesh to contain your lewd sounds. "Fuckin' hell. Missed you so much."
One of Ben's hands leaves your side to press down on your back and you arch in response. Though you cannot see him, Ben grins. He loves your body's response to his. He can never get enough.
His jaw sets as he nears his orgasm, he'd missed you so much that he could barely hold it in. The sounds of his groans fill the office, along with the slapping of hips and the wetness of your core.
Desperate to make you come before him, his fingers dip between your conjoined hips to circle your clit. You jolt in response, an especially loud moan escaping your throat, boosting Ben's already inflated ego even more.
Before either of you know it, your pelvic muscles squeezing uncontrollably around him and his body collapses onto yours, absolutely spent. The two of you are silent while you come down from your highs and then Ben places soft kisses across your shoulders.
"Welcome home, my king." He groans as he feels himself harden inside of you.
"Oh, honey..." He pulls back, ready for round two. "Welcome home indeed."
Not sure if this is what you had in mind but there ya go. Hope you enjoy:)
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burning red
Pairing: Audrey Rose/Reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: language, smut, angst w a happy ending if you catch my drift ;), soulmarks, implied fem reader but i believe it could be read as gn
Summary: Audrey always looks away like it's a choice, like it means she's the winner. It makes your teeth ache, how blatant she is.
You meet your soulmate on your first day at Auradon Prep.
It’s clear from the get-go she wants nothing to do with you. She reeks of royalty—dressed in pink, her hair meticulously styled, her teeth blindingly white. Around her neck hangs a diamond that would impress even your mother—your eyes zero in on it for a moment, the way your mother has trained you to do. There wasn’t anything on the Isle you couldn’t steal for her. Unless, of course, Jay got to it first. He doesn’t seem to notice the necklace, though. You’re the only one focused on the princess. It’s embarrassing, but nobody seems to notice that either.
She smells like vanilla and roses, so much so you’re hardly surprised when her last name ends up being the latter. Even less so when she turns her nose at you, smile going frigid the moment you speak to her. You watch as she subconsciously fiddles with the neckline of her dress, and wonder if that’s where she’s hiding your mark. It makes resentment bubble in your chest, knowing that you’ll probably never get to see.
You huff and try to taper down the resentment before it can bloom into something else. If you’ve gone this long alone, you can do it forever. Your mother has.
(You don’t think about what that’s done to her.)
—
Audrey quickly becomes an antagonist—to both the mission and your life in general. She’s a problem because she’s Ben’s girlfriend, but Mal has to be Ben’s girlfriend. She’s a problem because she lurks in the hallways whenever you try to discuss anything relating to the wand. She’s a problem because every time she catches your eye, she’ll pull Ben down into what looks like a bruising kiss, eyes fiery, like they’re saying this is what you can’t have. This is what I want.
You’re never the first to break eye contact. Haven’t backed down from a challenge since the first time Jay tried—and failed—to pickpocket you. It doesn’t do anything, though. She always looks away like it’s a choice, like it means she’s the winner. It makes your teeth ache, how fucking blatant she is. Shoulder checking you in the hallway like you’re boys. Slamming her locker closed whenever you pass. Rubbing Ben in your face like it means something, like their whole relationship isn’t a lie. You wonder if she hides her mark from him, too. If he’s ever seen her without those high necklines, the starched collars. A sick sort of satisfaction fills you at the thought you know something he doesn’t. That you’ve never seen it either, but you know it’s there.
Mal slips Ben a love cookie. You enjoy the affronted look on Audrey’s face for about five seconds before she’s yanking Chad down and swapping spit with him. She doesn’t look at you while she does it. It’s for her, for once. You bet she’s not even thinking about you.
You clench your jaw and look away. In a month, you won’t ever have to worry about her. You’ll have everything you want.
—
It’s two weeks before the coronation and the sight of Audrey and Chad in the hallway makes you sick.
With Ben, you could tell yourself she was just doing it because her parents wanted her to be queen. Maybe even because she wanted to be queen. But it wasn’t anything real. You could tell in the performance of it all. The Benny-boos. The hand holding. Her eyes sliding to you anytime Ben kissed her on the cheek, a smirk painted on her face like she was proving something. Because she was. Ben was a desperate attempt to prove something to herself.
Chad is something else entirely.
He’s more classically handsome than Ben. Bigger, stronger. Douche-ier. He flings an arm over Audrey anytime they’re close enough. It’s casual like he’s done it a thousand times. He kisses her like that, too. Like it’s an afterthought. She doesn’t make it showy, doesn’t look at you. She just sits there looking pretty and takes it. Hugs, kisses, any form of PDA you could imagine. Like she wants it. Like she likes it.
You grow used to the feeling of your stomach churning. Can’t look at Chad’s stupid face without feeling it.
You’ve gone to the bathroom to escape the sight of them in the hallway, smiling at each other like it’s the real deal. It makes you want to puke. You splash water in your face and stare up at yourself in the mirror. At your hair, combed but not shiny, not pretty like hers. Like Chad’s. Your makeup starts and ends with the chapstick Evie insists you use. Looking pretty on the Ise made you stand out. You never got good at it, and now it’s too late. You wonder if Audrey would look your way if you were prettier. If you looked something closer to royalty.
The door slams open and you blink, startled but not enough to show it. It’s Audrey—of course it is. She rushes to the sink without looking at you. In the hallway behind her, you can see Mal and Ben passing. They don’t look at her. Briefly, you feel victorious. Now you know what it feels like, you think. The thought quickly turns sour, though. It’s Ben making her feel like that. Not you.
She notices you eventually. Your face is mostly dry by the time she does. Still, she sneers, like you’re a piece of fucking roadkill on the street. It’s a look you’re familiar with, and a cold feeling of indifference washes over you. “Sorry, princess, bathroom’s all yours,” you say, sliding past her to leave. She huffs, though, and it gives you pause—long enough for her to get a word in.
“I know you did something to him,” she snaps, spinning around to face you. Her ponytail bounces. Her voice doesn’t waver.
Your heart skips a beat as fear begins to take hold. Fear of being caught. “I didn’t do shit,” you say, instinctively. Maybe it’s passing the blame, maybe it’s distracting her.
She glares for a moment before the facade crumbles. Her shoulders fall, her eyes pinching further, like she’s fighting back tears. Fear is replaced with guilt so suddenly it feels like whiplash. “He was my best friend,” she says, choked and quiet. Her eyes are shiny.
The same forces that branded her first words to you on your skin—And I’m Audrey, his girlfriend—tell you to comfort her. Tell you to wipe her tears. To kiss the skin they’ve stained. But you think about her and Chad in the hallway. You think about her beatific grin as she kisses him, kisses Ben. You think about the way she’d glared down at you that first day, cold as the dead of winter on the Isle. You think about the cool distant pain you feel in your chest every time you look at her, and you want to make her hurt, too. “Well, I guess he changed his mind,” you say, turning on your heels and storming off before you can think about how the sound she makes sounds suspiciously like a sob.
If it is, you’ve succeeded in making her hurt. It doesn’t make you feel better.
—
Evie makes a list of all the things she wants once the villains take over.
She wants a castle with fourteen bedrooms and a marble staircase and mother-in-law suite. She wants the spindle Maleficent cursed, all those years ago. She wants access to any wardrobe in Auradon she deems fit. Above all, she wants Chad Charming by her side. You don’t know if he’s her soulmate or not. At the very least, it’s clear she wants him to be. You wish she’d do something about it. Make it so you didn’t have to see him touch Audrey ever again.
Evie asks you what it is that you want—but that’s the only thing you can think of. Audrey, away from Chad. Away from Ben. You don’t even care if she’s with you or not. As long as she stops pretending like she could ever want somebody else.
You bite your tongue. Say diamonds, because it’s expected of you. Evie rolls your eyes, familiarly. “Of course you do,” she sighs, staring wistfully down at her list. Chad’s name is in hearts. You watch her write diamonds underneath it and feel sick to your stomach.
Because as much as you may lie to yourself, you know damn well you don’t want any diamonds.
—
It doesn’t matter if you want diamonds or Audrey or a goddamn unicorn to ride through town on. Because coronation day comes, and nothing happens.
Well. A lot happens.
The villains don’t rain down in a parade of hellfire. Auradon isn’t taken by Maleficent. Evie doesn’t get her castle, or her spindle, or Chad. But you get a scolding. A group hug. A weight off your shoulders. Maleficent is smaller than your feet now, and you don’t have to worry about taking over the world. Audrey doesn’t dance with Chad at the afterparty. She still doesn’t look at you, but she doesn’t look at him either. It does something to quell the bone deep ache you’ve become so accustomed to.
That night, you fall asleep in your dorm and think of nothing. Absolutely nothing. There’s only one thing to think about any more. And you know she isn’t thinking about you.
—
Evie does get Chad, eventually. Doug, too. She stops wearing those tights all the time, lets people see their words circling her calves, one on each leg. They sit with her at lunch now. Join all the group hang outs. You’ve got Chad and Doug and Ben, and Jane, too, has snuck her way in, sticking by Carlos’ side as if she’s still scared of the rest of you. Jay likes scaring her. You like laughing at it.
The point is, you’ve got everybody except Audrey. So it’s only a matter of time before she starts hanging around, too. It’s almost too much for you to take, her being everywhere, all the time. Inescapable. The scent of her perfume—vanilla and roses—follows you everywhere. You could choke on it. She doesn’t talk to you, not really. You communicate through everybody else. Argue with Ben at the same time you’re really arguing with each other. Passing messages without actually saying anything. Eye contact over the table. Glares, mostly. She may accept the VKs as human now, but certainly not as her soulmate. It makes you hate her, a little bit. As much as you want her, you hate her, too.
Because it hurts. Not having her hurts. It’s driven people mad before, having a soulmate out of reach. Having a soulmate so blatantly reject you. Sometimes you’re surprised you’re still standing, when she can talk about some new boy she’s dating right in front of you. It hurts right behind your ribs, makes breathing hard. You don't know how you took it, when she would kiss Ben and Chad right in front of you. Seeing her smile at somebody is torture. You’re not sure how much longer you can take it.
—
Evidently, not long.
It’s Thanksgiving break, and you’re expected to stay at the school with the other kids who live too far away or have nowhere to go. But Ben invites you all to stay at the castle with him, and you’re sure as hell not going to refuse.
There’s a bedroom for each of you. You haven’t had a bed wider than you are long ever. You don't let yourself enjoy it, though. You’ve only got a week before it’s back to the XL twin, to the shared room with Mal and Evie. Still, it feels nice. Sprawling out, suitcase abandoned on the floor, everybody far enough away that you could probably scream and they wouldn’t hear it. You figure the week is going to be the best one you’ve had in a while.
Until Audrey shows up.
Your stomach drops at the sight of her. She doesn’t have a bag, won’t be staying here like you are, at least. But the thought that she could just drop by whenever she likes is enough to put you on edge. You hate that this is the way she makes you feel. Anxious and angry. You’re supposed to be in love. You’re supposed to be able to look at her without it hurting. To spend time together, even if it’s not every waking second like Mal and Ben, or Evie, Doug, and Chad. Even if it’s not something smitten like the thing between Carlos and Jane. Not puppy love, because it could never be. Not after everything that’s happened.
Maybe it would be biting and fast and hard. Something closer to what Jay has with Harry, back on the Isle. Maybe her tongue would still be sharp and her gaze could still be icy, but it wouldn’t matter, because you’d know she wants you, likes you, loves you. You don’t know anything now. It’s all up in the air. That, or it’s been shot down. Missing in action. Her eyes pass over you with indifference, and it makes you want to keel over, to sink into the floor.
You sit next to her in the den instead. You can feel her muscles are tight, squeezed up in an attempt to avoid any contact possible. Her sharp intakes of breath every time you shift are close enough to something to quiet the buzzing under your skin.
—
Audrey is around more than you could possibly imagine, or prepare for.
She and Ben are close again now. He was my best friend echoes in your ear every time they laugh, smile, hug, anything. It makes no sense to be jealous. Still, you are. You’d do anything to be Audrey’s friend. But she doesn’t even want that from you.
She talks to you more now, at least. Would be strange not to. You all make cookies one night—non-love-spelled—and Audrey mutters instructions to you as you work around each other in the kitchen. Pass the flour, go get the milk, don’t overmix. You follow mindlessly, too caught up in the fact that she’s acknowledging your existence to care that she’s bossing you around. You wouldn’t mind if she slapped you in the face, as long as she looked at you while she did it.
When the cookies are done, they’re perfect. Better than any of the other batches. Audrey nods at you when they come out. It’s so much in terms of what she’s done before. Nowhere near enough in terms of what you want her to do.
You eat the damn cookies and sulk when she chooses Ben to sit next to, yet again. Jay stares at you with something like sympathy when you plop down next to him for whatever required viewing Ben’s chosen for tonight, but when you glance over at Audrey, her mark is still covered, as always. Yours, too. Jay’s always been perceptive though. Has to be, in your line of work. Maybe he doesn’t need to see a mark to figure out something’s going on.
You ignore his questioning gaze until he finally turns away. He wants to talk, but there’s nothing to tell. Never will be, with the way things are going.
—
“Oh, Audrey doesn’t have a soulmate,” Chad remarks from across the room. He’s stretched across Doug and Evie’s legs, looking content and careless. He doesn’t even look up as he speaks.
You’re not sure how you’ve gotten to the topic, only know that Audrey suddenly looks intensely uncomfortable. She avoids eye contact with you, shrugs when everybody else turns to stare at her. White hot rage fills your core at the thought that she could so easily deny the fact that she’s tied to you, that the universe itself has decided you’re meant for each other. You bristle and stand up, your legs carrying you away before you can do anything stupid, say anything stupider.
As you make your way to your room, the last thing you expect is for Audrey to follow.
“Why don't you just tell everybody, huh?” she asks, pushing behind you through your bedroom door. She speaks in a harsh whisper, as if anybody could hear her all the way up here. “It would be almost as obvious as that scene.”
When you turn around to face her, her cheeks are red with embarrassment. The air around you feels hot, the way it always does when she's close. “According to Chad, I have nothing to tell,” you spit, not even a little ashamed of how pathetic it sounds. If you're pathetic, then so is she. This whole thing is pathetic.
“You know that's not true,” she says, crossing her arms. Her eyes dart down to the floor, like you're not even good enough to look at.
“Do I?” you ask, refusing to whisper like she is. “For all I know, some other girl is gonna introduce herself as Audrey, his girlfriend and none of this will matter anymore!”
You won't matter anymore, you want to say but can't. It looks like she hears it anyway.
She scoffs. “Sorry I’m not as good as some other girl, then,” she says, which is just about the craziest thing she could say. The stupidest thing she could say.
You think about Ben. About Chad. About her cruel smile as she kissed them, held their hands in the hallway. About how she'd rather be with them than with you, seemingly would rather be with anyone than with you. “You know that's not the point.”
It's silent for a moment. You aren't sure what to say to her, if there's anything to say. Any words you have are cruel, and the thought of hurting her more makes your throat close up, a little.
She doesn't feel the same, though. “You can't give me what I want,” are the next words to leave her mouth. Your eyes shut on their own accord, as if that'll somehow make the rejection feel better. You can't give her what she wants. All you want is her.
It's bullshit, you think, suddenly. She feels the same way you do. She has to. “And what is that?” you ask, stepping closer to her. She backs up against the wall, but meets your gaze. It seems like a challenge, but that may be wishful thinking. “What do you want? To be queen? Because that ship has sailed.”
She says nothing, but she doesn't look away either. If she won't back down, then neither will you. “I know you don't want Chad,” you continue. “Is it the hiding you like? Do you want to lie to everybody for the rest of your life?”
“Okay,” she says, and it sounds like she's surrendering, but you just can't stop that you've started, now that she's finally listening to you.
You step closer, the heat becoming almost unbearable. “What is it, Audrey? Because I’m starting to think you hate me just to hate me.”
“That’s enough.” She places a hand on your chest, and you freeze, the entire world minimizing to that point of contact. She's never touched you before. It feels like her palm is made of dynamite.
She's staring down at her own hand, eyes wide but brows furrowed. Her cheeks are flushed. You can't stop yourself.
When you finally kiss her, sparks ignite under your skin. You always thought it was cliche, but now you know why so many people use that metaphor. Everywhere you touch her is like fireworks, like the universe rewarding you for finally giving in. She makes a noise of surprise, caught in her throat, but she doesn't pull away. After a moment of terrifying stillness, you do, scared you've messed it up, scared she’ll hate you even more now, scared she’ll run away the second you're off of her.
She does none of these things. The second you come up for air, the hand on your chest moves to the back of your neck. It's hot even through the layers of your hair, but what's hotter is the way she pulls you down with a haggard breath, so hard your foreheads knock together for a moment. You hardly notice it. Her skin is warm against you. You touch her where her pretty ironed dress covers it, where her collar hides the mark, hides your mark.
She kisses you like she's drowning for it. It isn't casual, like with Chad. Not for show, like with Ben. It’s desperate and hot and a long time coming. You lift a hand to her hip, thumb rubbing over the bone. You can’t feel her, not really, not through the dress. You want it off. Instead, you opt for ducking your hand underneath it, gripping the swell of her ass. The fabric of her underwear is much thinner, and feels suspiciously lacy. She breaks away for a second to moan, a reedy sound that’s a far cry from her usual polished tone. Her mouth slams shut, like she’s embarrassed, and she surges forward once more before you can comment on it.
You can feel her lipstick rubbing off on your own lips—it’s sticky but you don’t care. Don’t care about anything but her. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” you mutter against her lips, knowing you were fully prepared to wait forever.
She leans back against the door, shoulders sagging but hips jutting forward to meet your own. You take the hint and slide a thigh between her legs. “Done waiting,” she says, eyes falling closed as she grinds against the fabric of your pants. “Done caring.”
About what, she doesn’t say. You don’t ask. You hope she'll tell you later, hope this means there’ll be a later. You hope it’s more than just giving in, hope it’s giving up, hope it’s something that’ll last once she walks out. Her hand trails up to the top of your shirt; she tries to pull it down, searching for your mark, and huffs when she can’t find it. “Alright, alright,” you chuckle, brushing her hand off you so you can reach your own down to untuck your shirt, unbuckle your belt, unzip the pants. You have to shove your underwear down a bit for the mark to be visible—it’s sprawled across your hip, a place no garment of clothing doesn’t hide.
Her fingertips brush over it greedily, and it feels like you’re on fire. You wish she’d take the dress off so you could see your own words branding her. But you don’t push, want this to be on her terms, just like everything has been. You do drop your head to her shoulder, let out a ragged breath when her fingers sweep lower, running featherlight over you. You do squeeze your eyes shut and say, “Audrey,” voice low and quiet. Just as encouragement.
Her voice is clipped when she finally says, “Bed.” You obey without second thought, pulling her back with you.
It's only when she’s sitting on the edge of your bed, letting you press open-mouthed kisses to the column of her neck, that you risk tracing your hand up her spine until your fingers come to rest on the zipper of her dress, a question. “Yeah,” she sighs out, head dropping back so she can look at you. “Get a move on, already.”
You grin and obey, a light, “Yes, princess,” coming out of your mouth before you tell it to. You don’t miss her intake of breath, the way her hips shift minutely.
The zipper goes easily, and she stands up to shuck the dress all the way off. There’s so much of her to look at that you don’t know where to start. Except you do. You start at her mark, because where else would you start? It’s stark black, contrasting nicely against her tan skin. The words are tiny, but unmistakable. Clear enough that anybody would know it’s a mark. You still don’t understand why she hides it. It’s not like it bears your name, the way yours does. Not like it makes her any less perfect.
“Thought I told you to get a move on,” she complains, falling back onto the bed.
She lays down and you follow, glad to finally be touching her for real. You touch the mark, with your fingers and then your mouth, kissing the skin there, and she shivers. You let your lips trail down her chest—pausing to work more diligently at her breasts, reveling in her gasps—until you’re lingering just above the hem of her underwear; your suspicion was right, they are lace. She lifts her hips and you take the hint, tugging them down.
You can’t stop yourself from immediately bringing your mouth to her clit, lapping at it until she exhales shakily, a quiet, “Fuck,” falling from her lips.
It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever heard her say. She even refuses to say oh, my god, instead opting for gosh or goodness or something equally Aurodonian. It feels like you’re taking her apart, and you feel your own core pulsing between your legs at the thought. You bring a finger to join your mouth in teasing at her folds, circling there a few times before you let it slip inside. It goes easily—fuck, she’s wet—and you both moan at the feeling of you inside of her.
You can feel her sink into the bed as you finger her open, almost lazily. You’ve wanted her for so long that you want to enjoy this now that you finally have it. You have a feeling that patience won’t last long though, and your suspicions are proven when Audrey groans and props herself up on her elbows, put-upon.
She stares down at you with a flush that starts high on her cheeks and spreads down to her chest, angry and red, filled with want. There’s a spark in her eyes, and you brace yourself for whatever’s coming. “Gosh,” she starts, breathless. “Chad would’ve already been—”
You push another finger in just to stop her from finishing that sentence. She breaks it off with a gasp, hips lifting from the bed, urging you to go harder, deeper. You do, figuring maybe now is not the time to take things slow, not after you’ve waited so long. Not when she clearly wants to keep this rolling.
You finger her in a manner you know is nothing if not efficient. Though, really, apart from the angle, you don’t have much control in the matter. Audrey’s hips grinding down onto your fingers control how fast, how hard, how deep you go. Still, she gasps out little praises like so good and just like that and knew you’d be perfect for me. It makes your skin feel impossibly hotter, and you squeeze your thighs together in a desperate search for some sort of friction. It quells the need inside you well enough to focus on the matter at hand. Literally.
“Ah,” Audrey moans, sounding fucked out and breathless. “Curl your—um—”
She doesn’t manage to find the word fingers, but you follow the instruction anyway. Her head falls back, eyes squeezed shut, shoulders rising and falling as she pants, hips coming down harder, faster. “Mmm, right there,” she says, pressing her lips together. Her hands are fisted in the sheets so hard you can feel them moving underneath you, and it only makes you redouble your efforts. You can tell she’s close, and when your thumb joins your tongue in laving at her clit, it’s over for her. Her thighs clench around you, hips jolting forward as she gasps. Her walls pulse around you, and you feel like you’re holding her heart in your hand.
You fuck her through it, stopping only when she falls back onto the bed, squirming. Again, you follow, and she kisses you all soft and sweet. Something you never would’ve guessed you’d get. You wish she’d save it for later, though, when you didn’t feel like you were about to explode with want. You wish some of that bite would come back right about now, because even as she curls her fingers in your hair hard enough to sting, you can tell she’s cooling off, winding down. You still feel like you’re on fire, though. “Alright,” she sighs, once she’s caught her breath, pulling away and brushing her hair out of her face. “Your turn.”
You laugh, even as relief floods through your veins. “I was worried there, for a second.”
“No need to fret. I’m very generous,” she promises, crawling down the bed until she’s centered in front of you.
You scoff, but it’s too breathy to be convincing. “Sure you are, princess,” you say, but she’s already wiping what remains of her lipstick off, and looking down at her you find that you really, really can’t refuse.
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