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surfinminho · 7 months

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Kinktober day 9- Age gap w/ Felix

⤷ warnings: fem!reader, dom!Felix, unprotected sex, oral(m), cumming in mouth, sex while otp(?)

⤷ word count: 1,38k

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(Reader is 22 Felix is 34)

this was wrong, you knew it but you couldn't help it. He was the CEO of some big company and you were simply a secretary.its not ideal for you to date the "big guy" of the company. If anyone found out you were at high risk to lose your job.

It was almost like a ritual, every year the company would have something like a party to celebrate all the achievements and new workers for that year. You were supposed to start working the next day yet still being invited to go. What's the harm in going? The email you got said your boss is 'Mr.Lee'. You've heard not alot of people get to even see him let alone work alongside him. You were estatic to say the least.

When you get to the place, it was packed. You maneuver your way through the abundance of people towards a seat in the corner, you weren't much of a talkative or outgoing person so sitting in the corner on your phone was perfect for you.

Towards the end of the night, you find yourself in the hallway pressed up against the wall, felix kissing you like he's never kissed anyone before.

When you walked into a hallway, getting lost. Maybe it was because you had one to many drinks to have or maybe you just need some dick. You turned the corner to see a man, couldn't be older than 35 leaning against the wall legs crossed and his phone in his hand. When you look closer you realize it's the CEO, lee Felix. Besides the meeting you had with him a few weeks ago, you never really met him or officially "met".

He looks up from his phone when he heard footsteps. "Ah, __! Nice to see you again." He held out his hand to meet yours, keeping a firm grip on your palms.

"How do you like this so far?" He puts away his phone walking towards you.

"Oh! It's great, though I'm not one to, put myself out there you know?" You laugh at him before trying to get to your destination.

As soon as you take a step his hand stops you "I want to properly talk to you, like a conversation." he smiles, lighting dragging you back towards the wall he was leaning on.

You guys ended up talking for God knows how long. Talking about any random thing that comes to mind.

You come to find out that he's a really sweet person. Talking about his other friends who work in different departments, and stuff he does for his sister's. He was such a gentleman.

"You're such a pretty girl __, did you know?"

"I am?" You cock an eyebrow, confused at the sudden statement.

"Prettiest girl I've ever seen" he leans in, head tucked into your neck. With every breath he takes you feel the hairs on you back rise. You try and ease away from the situation, but with no where to move hence your back against wall. You find him gorgeous, obviously. He looks like a fucking angel in all the photos you see, nonetheless when his front is pressed up against yours.

"This dress is gorgeous on you, where'd you get it?" His voice drops an octive, rubbing you sides.

"Oh, it's a gift! I almost feel bad since it's a really expensive brand." It was a gift, so you didn't lie. From your friend you happens to model. They received a dress but it was the wrong size, leading them to give the dress to you.

"Really now? What brand baby" he cups your ass over the dress.

"Louis Vuitton" you look around to see if anybody is near or passing by.

"Let me buy you every dress in this color."

The statement caught you odd guard. Buy you stuff? Your friend never told you what the price of the dress was, in the hopes that you wouldn't return it. But you found it anyway, the price shocking you. 1 million dollars. You wouldn't have taken it if you knew. So having him say that he wants to buy you more?

"No, there's no need really!" You laugh trying to avoid to conversation.

"But I want to. C'mon let me spoil you."

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You found yourself inbetween his legs making out with him. You didn't want to let him buy you things, but you couldn't help but stay with him. Not because of his money, but because of his personality. He was a sweet soul, always being a gentleman. You like to think him giving you stuff is just a extra.

"let me please you" he whispers inbetween kisses, slipping down your straps of your tank top.

"I- we have work in like 30 minutes, w-we can't?"

"We shouldn't." He corrected "but I want to. Please baby? I'll call out sick for both of us" you wanted to, but you felt guilty for keeping him from his job.

"Okay."

He starts pulling down your pants, keeping your panties on.

He traces his thumb over the wet patch forming on your panties.

"Such a naughty girl. Getting this wet because of what? Some kissing? Pathetic."

He goes back to kissing your neck, going downwards until he reaches your breasts.

Your breath hitches, waiting for him to do something.

He doesn't pull the loose fitted clothing off, instead sucking on whatever was available.

He pulls down his pants with one hand, other hand hold you still.

He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

He nudges the tip on your clit trying to make you moan.

"I'm gonna give you the phone. Call and say you wont be available to come into work today."

You looked at him like you were seeing double. "You're joking?" You try to get him to laugh or even let out a little giggle but you get nothing.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Call them now." He's rubbing tip slowly along your folds.

"Im waiting I dont have all day."

You dial the number waiting for the person on the other end answers. As soon as they pick up Felix thrusts all the way into you.

He leans forward, elbows balancing up.

"Put it on speaker"

You remove the phone from your ear and put it on speaker, resting it on your side.

"H-Hello, yes good morning"

The other person on the line seems to be too happy for their own good.

"Good morning! How are you today" you can tell there is a smile lacing their face.

As soon as you begin to speak, his thrusts begin to quicken in pace. Hips barely meeting your thighs.

"A-ah yes about that, I am not feeling w-well today so I won't be able to make it fuck" he brings his hands to start rubbing figure 8s on your clit

"Sorry, what was that last part?"

"N-nothing!"

"Hm, okay. Well hope you feel better. Have a nice d-."

You didn't even wait for them to finish their statement, hanging up the phone immediately.

"Maybe kitten needs a reward. Did so good following directions right?"

"Y-yes please." you whine, trying to get him to move faster.

He flips you over, grabbing your hips before he starts to pound into you.

"S-such a tight fucking pussy. Only for me right?"

You nod Into the bedsheets unable to say anything.

"Words kitten"

'y- a-ah shit" he reaches over to your breasts, pinching your nipples.

"Baby, you're cumming, how can I move when you're clenching down on me like that" he grabs your hips pushing them off of his cock.

"Wanna cum in your mouth"

He proceeds to manhandle your body to get you in a kneeling position.

"Open." You stick your tongue out, waiting for him to feed you his cock.

He slides only the tip in when he starts jerking it off.

"Such a good girl hm? Making me use your holes like these"

You looked up at him and started to gently suckle on the tip.

"s-shit gonna cum in your mouth. You want it right."

You tried to nod your head but he shoves his cock down your throat.

"Then fucking take it"

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #lee felix #dom lee felix #kinktober 2023

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mychlapci · 2 months

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TFA anon posting this at midnight where they live but still doing it anyways. About the Preg!G1 Starscream thing.. yes. The sire is Skyfire. (And let’s be real here SkyStar is TFA anon’s number one ship their literal OTP throughout all iterations)

Starscream watches the Decepticons devolve into chaos and is amused but also surprised on how literally nobody had the idea that Skyfire was the sire of his sparklings.

When Starscream decided to carry, the first thing he did was look at his options in terms of a mate. Obviously Megatron was out. He didn’t like Soundwave. Shockwave as an absolute no. His trine.. was debatable but then he decided he definitely did not want his sparklings to end out like TC of all mechs so that limited his options to someone in the Autobots. He wouldn’t be caught dead getting knocked up by the leader of the Autobots, so really his only option was Skyfire which he found himself not minding (despite the fact he was a traitor.. he did tick all the boxes of what Starscream was into unfortunately)

So he sucked up his pride and went to go meet up with Skyfire.

Skyfire was surprised and a bit hopeful suspicious when Starscream asked him to mate with him and was hesitant at first, but then was convinced by Starscream and so he went with it. He knew it would be treason to do this, fucking Starscream of all mechs, but honestly, he was maybe a bit too enamored with him to care.

So Skyfire fucked Starscream. It was a very tight fit considering their size differences and really Skyfire could only make it almost halfway before he couldn’t fit anymore in but that doesn’t make it any less unpleasant for Starscream. In fact, when Skyfire breached him for the first time, Starscream would never admit that he cummed his brains out when the fat head of his spike slipped in.

Skyfire is slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt Starscream until he wraps his legs around him and begs him to fuck him until he couldn’t think and then the shuttle is using his size difference to his advantage as he uses the smaller bot as a fleshlight and pounds his pussy until he’s completely spent. Starscream really puts the ‘scream’ in his name to good use as he shouts and squeals and cries all over him from overstimulation, squirting almost painfully all over Skyfire’s spike for the umpteenth time. Skyfire’s servo is holding Starscream’s entire torso and is bouncing him up and down his spike like it was nothing and to be quite honest, Starscream gained a size kink after that.

When Skyfire empties his entire load into Starscream’s forge, they both instantly know he’s sparked. There’s no way he’s not.

Over the course of time, Starscream would periodically disappear from the Decepticon base to top up on transfluid from Skyfire, who is more than happy to help his new mate. Nearing the date of his emergence, his disappearances would become more and more frequent until eventually he just leaves and goes missing for nearly three months, leaving everyone wondering where the hell he went.

Meanwhile, Starscream is giving birth in a secluded cave Skyfire had found to a trine of sparklings. He nurses the sparklings for the time he was missing, and Skyfire drops by everyday to supply the seeker with energon and spend time with his sparklings. He is very happy to be a sire to three adorable sparklings.

When Starscream finally comes back after being gone for so damn long and shows off his babies, they realize that one of them looks almost exactly like that one Autobot shuttle who used to be around here a lot.. and then it clicks.

Yeah.. they have no idea why they didn’t see that coming.

I like to think that while Starscream stayed with Skyfire more and more he (unwillingly) grew feelings for him so now they’re just an official but not really official couple now?? It’s complicated.

Either way, they share custody of the sparklings, and the Autobots find out who is the sire, and Prowl has an aneurysm.

hrhhh Size Difference. Skyfire using Starscream like a fleshlight and Starscream fucking loves it. He cums his brains out around Skyfire’s spike until he can barely even register the big fat load of transfluid bloating out his forge… It’s too good.

Something so sweet about Starscream disappearing to give birth somewhere in an unmapped cave, with only Skyfire around to bring him his energon, to comfort him through the contractions, to coax out the large babies… I think Starscream’s water broke unexpectedly, while Skyfire was gone on an energon run, so when he came back with the fuel, Starscream was cursing him out, his valve gaping open around their first sparkling as it emerged… The trine is born over the next couple of days, and Starscream starts to nurse them. I do like the idea that cybertronian sparklings need to spend a while with their creators and their creators only to imprint and bond properly… The ‘Cons assume that Starscream is currently in the middle of that. Which he is.

Obviously they grow big feelings for each other. Starscream begrudgingly admits, only to himself though, that he likes Skyfire, and Skyfire just wishes he could have Starscream and their sparklings on his side constantly. The autobots are not happy about his cross-faction fooling around. He gave Starscream heirs. The enemy’s second in command. He gave him heirs. Not just that, this way Starscream has gained a tiny sliver of respect amongst the troops, proving himself a capable leader, at least to an extent. Next time he gives the order to blow someone up to smithereens, they might actually listen.

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #birth mention #birth

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girls-are-weird · 9 months

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32 and 48 Wilmon

32. What cute nicknames do they call one another?

i... am pretty set on "baby" both ways, honestly. or, i think maybe they'd use a whole roster of terms of endearment for each other-- "love," "darling," "sweetheart" i can see (in swedish, ofc), and simon would definitely have a few in spanish for wille such as "amor/mi amor," "mi vida," "cariño," "mi rey" (sarcastically AND not)-- but i think "baby" would be the one they use the most, to the point that it can really be considered a nickname, whereas the others just come up organically at random.

48. How would each of them explain how they met?

well, it depends on who they're talking to, i guess. i think "we met at school" would be pretty standard from both of them when dealing with strangers they just met or people they don't feel fully comfortable around. for casual acquaintances, new friends who weren't there at hillerska with them, or just people they interact with semi-closely on a regular basis, they might go a bit more in depth. i like to think that wille would often say that he fell in love with simon the moment he first heard simon sing (much to simon's chagrin), and then simon would (in retaliation) bring up that one class where he accused the monarchy of being welfare receivers as the moment wille first became attracted to him (much to wille's chagrin). as for when simon first noticed him, it would be lunch after that same class, when wille almost drops his fork because he couldn't stop looking at simon (much to wille's chagrin... again. boy always loses the "first impression" competition because he's such a giant sap, lol.)

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#young royals #young royals netflix #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilmon #wilhelm x simon #wille and simon #hi there otp #simon x wilhelm #wille x simon #simon x wille #ask game #send me more plz!

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a-very-fond-farewell · 4 months

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Shipper Tag Game

the ever so wonderful @wangmiao tagged me in a game! yay :D I spend my days studying as of lately an I needed a little distraction eheh

1. what ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care anymore?

aah man, it’s probably ed & winry from FMA if I’m being honest. now I know why, bc my baby gay younger self saw the potential for ftm!Ed and mtf!Winry since day 1 but I didn’t have the words to understand it as such back then. it’s not that I don’t care anymore but that fandom served its purpose and I am thankful for it. learned about my own stance on gender euphoria thanks to it actually even if the story has nothing to do with it in retrospect.

2. which ship would you consider your first one?

ik that, as a wee child, I was obsessed with Haruka from Sailor Moon flirting with Usagi, but I wouldn’t consider that as a proper “ship”. I learned shipping was a thing at, like, 19. but if I look back at my childhood... probably either Syaoran & Sakura (bi nation where u at??) or Touya/Yukito from Card Captor. I clocked the Tomoyo/Sakura waaaay later tho, which is a pity.

3. your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

first fanfic I read was a D. Gray Man one, so it was probably a Kanda/Allen situation yeah. I think I was 20. oh god.

4. do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

hard to say. I think I had just discovered tumblr, so it means I was either 22 or 23... so I was either in the Pandora Hearts fandom or in the Tokyo Ghoul fandom. and I only followed people from those two so... I think it was an Arima/Haise one? hard to say fr.

5. did you ever get into ship discourse?

I tend to stay away from that. I just mute or block people and go back to play with my fictional people. me is petty at times, yes.

6. did you use to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I do have ships I don’t particularly like, but I find it silly to talk about them. I let people enjoy themselves.

7. who were the couples in the last fanfic you read?

Gaon/Yohan from The Devil Judge bc there’s only one fic in the whole fandom I follow and I generally don’t read fanfics that much. (I may or may not have read a fanfic from Evilive in the past month or so, but if I did I was feverish and recall very little of it).

8. currently do you have any OTPs?

man where do I start?

Shang Xirui/Cheng Fengtai from Winter Begonia

Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing from Word of Honor

Gu Yun/Changgeng from Sha Po Lang

Seo Doyoung/Han Dongsoo from Evilive (current one)

Kim Gaon/Kang Yohan from The Devil Judge

Lee Dongsik/Han Joowon from Beyond Evil

Koo Ryeon/Park Joonggil from Tomorrow

(one sapphic ship I shall not name - for the discourse is rampant about them- but it involves ladies and dragons)

Eve Polastri/Villanelle from Killing Eve (I am waiting for the italian dub to drop season 3 and 4 in dvd, I am too attached to it to budge)

(if that news about Kim Goeun and Jeon Doyeon starring in the same thriller drama is true I will make it my entire personality so be prepared for it)

9. is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

is there?.... man I have no clue. they are all true in my heart. I can be anal about it and say that I call bullshit on the main girl in True Beauty kdrama not ending up with the second-male lead if I really have to be mad about something but... meh? that’s probably it? the characters were too young for me to empathize with them but I guess that’s still something I think about from time to time?? I feel so silly saying this ahah

10. is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

honestly, ever since kun opened my eyes about soggy older men being bullied by grumpy older men I have changed as a person. I never disliked it per se but now everything has changed. I see the vision now. I see it. thank u kun :)

11. do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

listen. I ship changgu. it’s Gu Yun’s fault to be such a cougar, what was a growing kid like Changgeng supposed to do? not fantasize about his godfather? who, I might add, is only, like, 8 or 9 years older than him and didn’t even want to take that role to begin with and they got together when both were above their mid-twenties anyway? try again tag game. these new fandom babies are eating my face like smooth lions as we speak. (I am joking...)

12. what was your favorite crack ship?

before I left the m/dzs fandom... I guess Wen Q/ing & Lan W/angji as a “beard for beard” situation. they are gay and they are not vibing on prom night, having to dance with each other instead of looking for people they actually like. maybe it’s best that I left the fandom ahah

13. who is the couple you read most fanfics of?

I don’t really... read... fanfics... anymore. usually I’m either in a big ship or a niche show/book with no in between. in the second case... it’s bad bc I feel the urge to WRITE for the fandom and ship in question, which means that I don’t want to read fics about it unless I have finished my own fic for it (bc I don’t want to accidentally steal other people’s ideas. my subconscious is an octopus I swear, it latches onto anything that moves in my brain. I cannot do that to someone else’s creation!); in the first case it works only if I’m not active in the fandom:

take Word of Honor: I write for it and for the main ship too, so I don’t read fics about it

take Evilive or Winter Begonia: we have so few fics in there I MUST WRITE for the main ship, so I don’t read fics about it (sometimes I do cave in tho, yes I am human)

take The Devil Judge or Tomorrow: I’m not active on either of those, so I can enjoy reading fics (only two, one for each fandom)

my life is a struggle ik. the most fics I have read for a ship is probably that sapphic ship I shall not name (evil women come at me!!) and bagginshield from The Hobbit (we are talking 10 years ago tho)

14. what most of your ships usually have in common?

across all genders and all gender combos, I have generally 3 vibes going on:

twice divorced, never married

long suffering banter, but fond

not related, not chosen family, but a secret third thing

(additional flavor: either the younger one is the bossy one or they are the same age and they are making it everyone’s problem at that)

15. what you absolutely hate in a ship?

I would say conformity. if I don’t catch any queer vibes from the main source then what’s the point? even in a het ship I must latch onto some gender magic of some kind. some pegging for everyone would be nice too. or no sex at all, for a change, why not?

thank u once more kun for tagging me! imma tag anyone insterested in doing this and @amethystina and @danhoemei is they feel like doing it or if they just want to have a look at my replies, no pressure!!

#tag game #wangmiao #sneaky niki #niki answers #@amethystina if u are reading this. I must tell u: the autofill corrected Kang Yohan into KANT Yohan #and as a philosophy major I cannot stress enough how much my blood boiled at the idea #first. the Abyss line was from Nietzsche not Kant #second. Faust was entirely Goethe (Et Al.)’s fault not Kant’s #third. somehow even Hegel is at fault for that #once again not Kant #whose crimes are many but at least he is not the cause of that piece of work of a man known as KanG Yohan 🤣#hope all of my mutuals have a very good day

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gaelic-symphony · 4 months

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A Year in the Life: December

Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

Prompt: holidays together

Words: 384

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut

“11:55!” Emily exclaimed as she looked at her watch, “Only five minutes left in the year!”

“It’s been a good year for us,” Tara said.

“And what better way to end it than surrounded by our friends?” Emily added.

The whole BAU team had gathered in Tara and Emily’s living room to watch the ball drop and ring in the new year together. Rossi passed out champagne flutes to toast the year they’d just completed, and Emily stood up and cleared her throat to give a toast.

“Well, another year has gone by,” she said, “And we’re still all here, and all together, and I think that’s something to celebrate. Some of you have been part of my life for almost twenty years, and all of you have become my family—I mean, the BAU has literally given me a family; it brought me my beautiful wife, Tara, and the life we’ve built together. And with every year that passes, I’m more and more grateful for the people this group has brought into my life: the friends that are here, and the friends who have moved on to other adventures in life; the ones I work with every day, and the kids, grandkids, spouses, and parents who have become part of our extended BAU family. You have all made this a great year for me, and I can’t wait to see what we all get up to in the next one. Happy New Year, everyone!”

Everyone clinked their glasses and sipped their champagne, and then they turned their attention to the television to watch the annual ball drop in Times Square. Tara pulled Emily onto her lap on the couch and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“Thanks for another great year, baby,” Tara murmured softly. She pressed a kiss onto Emily’s shoulder.

Emily turned and smiled at Tara. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too,” Tara said back, and they both turned their attention back to the television.

“Five…four…three…two…one…Happy New Year!” everyone cheered.

Emily kissed Tara as Auld Lang Syne played over the television and one year rolled over into another. They couldn’t be sure what this new year would have in store for them, but as long as they spent it together, it was bound to be a good one.

#criminal minds #fanfiction #emily prentiss #tara lewis #temily #otp #yotp 2023 #happy new year!

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mumms-the-word · 2 months

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OC Meme

I got tagged by @elspethdekarios to do this meme and I desperate need something other than a deep dive to distract me so ima do it :')

Free tag! Snag this meme and do it for yourself!

B A S I C S

Full name: Meridan Zavrai (but she prefers Dani, and also now she's a Dekarios )

Gender: Female

Sexuality: bi as hell but as a weakness specifically for witty/silly men

Pronouns: she/her

O T H E R

Birthplace: Baldur's Gate, Outer City, Stonyeyes district

Job: Bard stuff, you know, roving, playing, acting, stealing, singing

Phobias: giant spiders, losing her loved ones (is that a phobia)

Guilty pleasures: sweet snacks and smutty books

Hobbies: learning new music, playing her fiddle, singing, reading (not just smutty books but mostly smutty books)

M O R A L S

Alignment: chaotic good

Sins: greed

Virtues: humility (no, really, but perhaps not in the way you'd think)

T H I S O R T H A T

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized / In between

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between (she likes a good heist)

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist (maybe a little optimistic too?)

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy (yes, both, depends lol)

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Gale and Dani! ship name is...uh...bardweave?? idk

Acceptable Ships: She's DTF Karlach and Astarion but Gale captured her heart first. Karlach would have been her second choice, if Gale had turned her down.

OT3: Um, Gale, her, and Tara, obviously (that's a joke, the real answer is she would respect Gale's desire to be exclusive because she loves him and she's a bit of a romantic at heart)

Brotp: Karlach 100000% but Astarion is also a very good buddy and I feel like she's have a fun brotp dynamic with Wyll too

Notp: Dani and Halsin. Halsin's love of nature is VERY at odds with Dani's obsession with her chaotic crazy city home. She appreciates his insight and thinks he gives A+ hugs, but she could never be romantic with him when their dreams are so far apart

B A C K S T O R Y

Dani is the daughter of a single mother (Maeva) in the Outer City and some deadbeat bard dad who she's never met and doesn't care to meet. Her mother works as a seamtress and laundress now, but she was a barmaid at a tavern when she met Dani's father. Maeva was still working as a barmaid (this time with a very young infant daughter) when she crossed paths with Brannon Rufford, the human leader of a small band called the Merry Rovers.

Brann's wife, also a Rover, went into labor while they were performing at Maeva's tavern. Maeva helped a little with the birth, but Brann's wife died. She agreed to look after the baby, named Liara, while Brann worked to get enough money to support and feed her. Ever since then, Brann and Liara have considered themselves family with Maeva and Dani.

Though Brann eventually took to roving and barding again once Liara was old enough to join him, he and Liara continued to return again and again to drop in on Maeva and Dani. When Dani was 10, she met her new best friend, a dragonborn bard named Paraxxel who was performing as a street drummer when he got jumped by a small gang. (I have a fic about this lol) She convinced him to join up with Brann and Liara as part of their band. Later, a half-elf named Kellen joined up too (and Liara instantly fell in love with him and swore she'd marry him).

When Dani was around 15, her mother took seriously ill and was bed-ridden for weeks. She worked as best she could to afford healing costs for her mother, but it wasn't enough. Her mother's legs are now permanently weakened and she requires a healer to help restore some vitality to them about once a month.

Because of this, Dani begged to join the Merry Rovers, as they would make more money than she could alone or working as a laundress. Maeva reluctantly agreed, and for the last ten years Dani has been wandering with the Merry Rovers as their main fiddle player, sending money back to her mother as often as she can and thoroughly enjoying the rover's life. To her, the Rovers are as much her family as her own flesh-and-blood mother.

She was out roving and performing with them the day she was taken by the nautiloid. Paraxxel was snatched too. If Dani were a companion and not the player character, part of her questline would be trying to find Paraxxel and rescue him from being a slave of the Absolute.

#bg3 #bg3 oc #my oc #oc #bg3 tav

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mpregfrance · 1 year

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🔥 for fruk

how spicy, anon?? just how hot, exactly, would you like these takes? shall we start with jalapeño? habanero, perhaps? or are we dialing it up to carolina reaper?

h'okay. gather round buckaroos. if you interact with me/my content, you know the basics. this is my OTP (tied with ScotFra) and i am the CEO of UK/Fr. if we're being heteronormative (this is My blog and I get to choose the relationship dynamics) i see Arthur/England as the dominant figure in most aspects of the relationship. this is an unsafe space for England twinkification, sorry. to me, Sir Kirkland is a grown man. Francis/France is wifey, just look at him!! but again, that's pretty beginner-level, and i'm trying to make this relationship specific, not simply a list of characterization HCs.

first up, and this might be controversial, i see them as having a very "traditional", old fashioned dynamic - and also moving very fast, bc they're so sure of their feelings for one another.

Francis is such a wine mom housewife, he is more cultured and worldly for sure, but he ain't too bright. he LOVES cooking for his hubby, doesn't mind cleaning, and adores babies, and their door is always open for friends and neighbors. Arthur is a conservative, "you kids get off my lawn" "fellas i Hate my wife" boomer humor, cheeky old rat man who just wants Franny to fetch him his pipe and slippers after a long day at the office. they're Mommy and Daddy, quintessentially.

comfy cozy couple. homebodies, mostly. warm drinks. blankets. domesticity. grocery shopping. watching movies. having babies.

as often as they bicker, i am not and never will be the shipper who insists this relationship is purely toxic. they can be, and are healthy for each other, so don't tell me otherwise. they fulfill so many classic archetypes. to indulge a cliche, they are polar opposites in so many ways, this is why they work so well. they're great parents, they make each other laugh, they praise and insult and dote on each other. oh, and the intimacy. they breed like rabbits. francis is insatiable, and arthur is a tired old fuck no matter his physical age, but this pretty little frenchman just does something to him to make him feel so virile and so wanted.

they love to try new things together, watch each other partake in hobbies, and they're helpless when it comes to technology. "mon cher how do i Open PDF" "HOW THE DEVIL DOES THIS BLASTED CONTRAPTION KNOW MY FULL CHRISTIAN NAME"

they know how to hit each other where it hurts. they find one another absolutely disgusting in the most superficial ways. lots of one-upping and underestimating each other. they're both impatient and can be manipulative. Arthur is quick to anger, and Francis cries at the drop of a hat. Arthur has a tendency to objectify francis, and worships his beauty and his cooking. he's a strict, intelligent man; a control freak, and definitely walks around like the king of the castle. as for Francis, the cheeky bitch, he expects Arthur to provide everything he needs, materially and emotionally. he uses his feminine wiles to get what he wants, and will sometimes provoke arthur and pretend he's innocent when he's called out for it.

they're a jealous, possessive couple who always think people are trying to get with the other. depending on Arthur's characterization in whatever AU, and depending on how religious Francis is, i can maybe see them having a cuckhold dynamic where Artie watches Fran's friends fuck him, though generally i don't think Arthur is submissive enough to actually do this. he just likes to show Francis off (despite being protective) and is constantly in awe that he landed such an angel. likewise, Francis is helplessly, ridiculously in love with this horrid creature (affectionate) and it hurts his feelings when people suggest he could do better, because Arthur is his everything. i believe they have an attractiveness gap, but love is so much more than skin deep.

this brings me to an even hotter take; HEIGHT + STRENGTH. ok. i have a bit of a size kink. i love when Arthur is strong and carries Francis bridal style everywhere. he's a gentleman! if anyone didn't know, their canon heights are the same. 5'9. this is fine! i don't see either of them as super tall. my depictions of them are different heights in different works - in dancing with a stranger, Francis is like half an inch taller. but, in boys don't cry, Arthur is Huge and Fran is Tiny. in sugar we're going down, Arthur is Just Average and Franny is Petite asf! they fit together so well - all snuggled up together like two birds of a feather!

okay, i think that's enough rambling for now. if i angered anyone i apologize. i can elaborate if you want spicier, toxic/nsfw or generally after-dark takes but i hope this suffices. thank you so much for asking!!!

#this may not be spicy enough idk #ask and ye shall receive #ukfr #fruk #hetalia #aph france #aph england #francis bonnefoy #arthur kirkland #mommy and daddy #ask game #bianca crucified

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Hey friend! If you have any MHA slots left available I think it would be cute to see a sick/comfort fic with my OTP, ShinDeku. I 100% hc that Deku doesn’t take care of himself when he’s sick the way he takes care of others, and Shinsou would definitely make him listen to reason and focus on getting better no matter what. (May or may not want to read something like this bc I’m also sick atm. 😅) Either way I hope life is treating you better these days! Feel free to pass on this one if you have too much MHA or you’re just not inspired to do it. Thank you! 💖

~~Send Me A Headcanon and I’ll write a dabble for it! ~~

*runs at you with a massive sick day care package and lots of virtual hugs* Help is on the way, friend! But really- I'm sorry to hear you're sick! I wish you better health and a steady recovery! And thank you :) I'm definitely doing better then before- it's a slow but steady process :3

I don't think I've done a sick/comfort fic yet, so this is a new and exciting one! I love me some Shindeku, and this prompt is precious! I've gotcha covered!

CW: Illness, sick fic, very light angst

Shinsou woke up to a zombie.

“Izuku! Oh my god!” The purple haired boy nearly dropped his mug when his boyfriend shuffled out. A living embodiment of the sun, Midoriya looked more like the moon. Pale and shaky, eyes drooping with illness, he raised a weak hand to the other, trying for a smile that came out more a grimace. “Good morning, Hitoshi. Don’t worry about me- I just need something to drink…I’ll be fine.”

“My ass! You look like the living dead.” He came over quickly to the green haired boy, brows furrowing as he felt his forehead. “You're burning up. And you sound horrible. You’re sick babe.”

“No…no, I’m fine-” Midoriya doubled over in coughs, the sound harsh and painful. Shinsou paled, rubbing his back as his boyfriend tried to collect himself. “I’m fine. I just need…to wear a mask, that’s all…”

“Absolutely not.” Shinsou shook his head, gently turning the other towards the bedroom. “You're staying home today. You’re too sick, Izuku. You need to rest today.” “But class-

“You can catch up when you feel better.”

“Training-”

“Can wait too.”

“Aizawa sensei-”

“Would send you home if he saw you like this. No point wasting your energy.” Shinsou tried to keep his tone even as he gently urged the other back to bed, Midoriya dragging his feet with each step. “Baby, please go back to bed. You’ll only make yourself feel worse.”

“But Hitoshi-”

“Izuku!” Shinsou cut him off curtly. Perhaps a tad too curtly, feeling Midoriya flinch. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad- I promise you on everything that’s All Might, I’m not mad at you. I just…please let me take care of you? You always take care of me and everyone else when we’re sick. Let me do the same?”

Midoriya considered this, weak coughs escaping his dry lips. Finally he nodded, quietly making his way back to the room while Shinsou steadied him. “Okay…I’ll stay home today.”

“Thank you.” Once in bed, Shinsou patted his head gently, trying his best to smile. “Let me go update everyone. I’ll bring back some things. Try to get comfy, okay?” Midoriya nodded, eyes already starting to droop. As Shinsou turned to leave, he felt a hand capture his wrist.

“Wait…I’m sorry.” Midoriya whispered, melancholy creeping into his tone. “I’m sorry for worrying you so much.”

Shinsou looked back at him, unsure of what to say. Finally, he smiled, gently brushing Midoriya’s bangs back so he could plant a kiss along his brow. The skin was hot to the touch, but he didn’t care.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, and you don’t have to apologize.” Shinsou reassured him. He pressed another kiss against Midoriya’s nose before leaning back up. “I love you, and I want to take care of you. So don’t feel guilty, okay? I want to do this.”

Midoriya nodded, eyes brimming with tears as he squeezed Shinsou’s hand. “Could I be selfish…and ask you to stay? Just a little longer?”

The purple haired boy didn’t even hesitate, taking a seat in the bed and pulling Midoriya into his lap. Illness be damned, he just wanted to be close to him. “Of course you can. You don’t even need to ask.”

The medicine and calls could wait. He’d have time later. For now, all he wanted to do was run his fingers through the green mane beneath them as Midoriya slowly fell asleep, arms wrapped loosely around Shinsou’s waist.

I hope this was good! (And I hope you feel better friend!)

#headcanons to dabbles #mha/bnha #hitoshi shinso #midoriya izuku #shindeku #non tickle #sick fic #tw: sickness #light angst #sick/comfort #Deku would 1000% make his friends an entire sick day routine while nursing them back to health #but still try to train in pouring rain with a bad case of the flu #God help our green haired boy #but really this was fun!#I hope you like it! :D

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themirokai · 2 years

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Hi there! For the OTP questions ask, maybe either 1, 11, or 76 for Palomi? Whichever tickles your fancy! Thanks! 😁

Oh ho! It’s been a while since I talked about my favorite wlw ship, so thank you for the opportunity, friend!

If you’re new here, Palomi is the ship name for Paloma and Nomi from the most recent James Bond film, No Time To Die. I mean look at them:

No seriously look:

They don’t meet in canon but I think we can agree that that’s a travesty and they need sexy spy adventures together, yes? Yes.

Ok, so there are currently 2 stories in the ship tag. A Time To Live by me and Brick Red by @once-in-a-blue-moon-rising . Hopefully there will be more soon, since I won 2 Fandom Trumps Hate auctions.

So with that background for the uninitiated, the actual answers!

1. Who’s the primary protector of the two?

I think the easy answer to this is Nomi BUT I also think that if something happens to Nomi or someone else she cares about Paloma would go absolutely fucking feral. Like true chaos rage. And then when everyone is safe she would like blink herself out of her fugue state.

11. Who’s the most eager to have kids?

Hmm I think they both know that the life of a spy is absolutely not conducive to having kids and I think they both love their work, so neither is particularly eager. However, I think Paloma adores and dotes on babies and toddlers whenever she encounters them and Nomi thrives on impressing/scaring the shit out of older kids and teenagers.

76. Who'd take the gingerbread house decorating contest just a little too seriously?

Hands down Nomi. Paloma would be eating the gum drops and having a great time while Nomi would have drawn out to-scale plans with the help of an architecture text book.

Questions are from this OTP ask game! Send me anything for Mystrade, Dreamling, Rinch, or if you want to know more about Palomi!

#Miro does asks #ask game #no time to die #palomi #nomi #paloma #nomi x paloma

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khoicesbyk · 2 years

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The Royal Romance.

Love Everlasting.

A/N: I had a different name and plot for this fic over a year ago. But after being in the RP community for more than a year, I've decided to write the current Royal Life of my favorite OTP.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 4,090 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Tag List: @txemrn @choicesficwriterscreations if you'd like to be tagged just drop a message in my little ole inbox! I don't bite!…unless you’re into that sorta thing. 😏🙃

TW: mentions of miscarriage and child loss. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY ADVISED.

Baby Blues.

Shanelle thought she was hearing things.

“Your Majesty?”

“Huh?”

“Did you hear me?”

She blinked herself back to reality.

“I…think so?” she said after shaking her head, “You said something about my bloodwork.”

“Yes ma'am. Your most recent bloodwork came back positive for hCG. Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

Shanelle stared at her doctor.

“Pregnant? Like pregnant…pregnant?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“But I can't be pregnant! I just renewed my vows. I literally spent half the night drinking! My wedding anniversary is next weekend!”

“Not to worry Your Majesty. You’re not that far along.”

The news hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Sonuvabitch!” she muttered a little too loudly.

“Ma’am?”

“Oh! I'm sorry. I was talking about my husband.”

“His Majesty?” her doctor asked.

She chuckled dryly.

“Yes, him. He's gonna love this news.”

“I'm sure. This is an amazing time for you and your family.”

“That's one way to put it…” she replied before exhaling deeply, “thank you, Dr. Andersen.”

“My pleasure, Your Majesty. I'll put in a call to Dr. Ramirez and get the ball rolling on that front. You should expect a call from her soon.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

“Now I have one helluva bomb to drop on my husband.”

“Good luck.”

She scoffed.

“Yeah, I'm going to need it.”

Shanelle watched her doctor as he walked out of her office. Leaving her alone with her racing thoughts.

“What the fuck?! How the fuck?! When the fuck?! Where the fuck?! Who the fuck?! Why the fuck?!”

She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe it. She's pregnant. Again. For a third time.

“I'm pregnant?! I'm pregnant! Me! I'm having a baby?! I'm having a baby! Holy Shit! I'm having a fucking baby! How the fuck did this happen?! How did I wind up pregnant?!”

She looked at the picture of her whole world on her desk. Her loving husband and the little girl that has had her heart since she gave birth to her. The two beats of her heart. The two people she would crush the world for. Her perfect family of three will now be four. And she has no idea how it happened.

Well…she knows how it happened. She just doesn't know when it happened. She was pulled from her thoughts by a knock on the door.

“My Queen?”

It was Margo Geaneaux. Shanelle’s lead attendant.

“Yes, Margo?”

“It's almost time to go pick up the Princess from her piano lessons.”

“Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me.”

“Are you alright, My Queen?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just…distracted.”

“Distracted? What's wrong?”

Shanelle chewed her bottom lip. And Margo knew something was up.

“If I may, what is it Shanelle?”

Shanelle let out the breath she had been anxiously holding in.

“Close the door and sit down.”

Margo does as she's asked.

“Okay, I'm sitting down. Now, what is it?”

“Umm…promise me you'll keep this to yourself.”

“How long have I worked for this family, Shanelle?”

Shanelle nodded.

“Point taken.”

“Indeed. Now, what is it dear?”

Shanelle took a deep breath.

“Okay here goes…I’m…I’m…I’m…pregnant.”

Margo’s eyebrows shot up.

“Seriously?”

“Yup. I met with Dr. Andersen earlier. He confirmed it. Your adopted son got what he wanted.”

Margo chuckled.

“Well, congratulations my dear. I'm happy for you, him, and especially my granddaughter.”

“You will never let them go, will you?” Shanelle asked.

“Never. You know Marquise is as much my child as my own children. As the one that had to raise him, I will always lay claim to him. To hell with Constantine. Laying claim to him also means you are as much my daughter and Khari is as much my granddaughter as the two I have.”, Margo replied.

Shanelle smiled softly as Margo reached for her trembling hands.

“This is great news Shanelle. For you and the family. But I know you. Something else is bothering you.”

Shanelle got quiet.

“It's your son, isn't it?”

“That obvious?”

“Yes, dear. You aren't feeling guilty, are you?” Margo asked her.

“It's hard not to be Margo,” Shanelle replied quietly.

“Shanelle, I will tell you the same thing I have told him for years, none of what happened was your fault.”

“I know that I just…” Shanelle trailed off.

Margo could sense her sadness.

“My dear. I want you to always know and remember that you and Marquise are great parents. Your daughter is the sweetest little girl. Feisty at times but sweet nonetheless. She's being raised by two people who care for and love her as she is.”

“I know that Margo but being pregnant just brings up so many emotions that I thought I buried.”

“I'm sure it does. But again what happened that day was NOT your fault. And it doesn't make you a bad mother if you feel excited about being pregnant again.”

“Are you sure?”

Margo gave Shanelle an earnest maternal smile.

“Yes, my dear. No one will blame you for feeling happy.”

Shanelle stood up and hugged Margo.

“Thank you. You always manage to get me out of my head.”

“If I can do it for your husband then I can do it for you. Now hurry. Your daughter is waiting for you.”

“I'm off.”

“And Your Majesty?”

“Hmm?”

“Don't call me if he faints.”

Shanelle smirked at Margo before walking out of her office and going to pick up her daughter from her piano lessons.

Later that night after putting her daughter to bed, Shanelle found herself standing on her balcony and going over the ways in her head that she could tell Marquise she was pregnant. It has always been his biggest dream to have as many children as possible. And while the thought of having 12 kids like his ancestor King Fabian scared the shit outta her, Shanelle did want another child. But she didn't think she could have another one. Not after losing her first. But she had Khari, who was as healthy as any baby. Yet, she couldn't help yearning for their first child. The son they lost.

They found out she was pregnant shortly after their honeymoon. They were excited about the news but wanted to keep it under wraps. So they only told a select number of people and kept her schedule light to not raise suspicion. And at first, everything was fine. Until that awful night.

Marquise had left for a three-day summit in Cairo when he got the worst possible phone call from Margo. The urgency in her tone struck fear in his heart.

“Margo? What is it?”

“Marquise you need to get home now! Something’s gone wrong!”

“What is it? What’s wrong mom?”

“It’s your wife, son. You need to get home! Now!”

That conversation would haunt him all the way back to Cordonia. When he touched down in Cordonia he was taken straight to the hospital and met with the lead Obstetrician on the Women and Children’s floor that night. That’s when he would hear the words no expecting parent wants to hear.

“Your Majesty…we did everything that we could to try and save the baby but we couldn't.”

Marquise felt like someone had knocked the wind out of him. And if he wasn't sitting down he probably would've fainted.

“Doctor Bell…what are you saying?”

“I'm so sorry my King but your son is dead. He was stillborn.”

“…stillborn? But how can that be–”

The words died in his throat when he heard his wife scream. At that moment the doctor's response didn’t matter. Shanelle is what mattered. Getting to her is what mattered.

“What room is she in?”

“She's in the last room down the hall, Your Majesty. Room 3486.”

Marquise ran down the hall as fast as his legs and feet could carry him. And when he got to her…his heart shattered. She had a look in her eyes that was a mix of heartbreak, utter disbelief, and complete devastation. And what was worse was there was nothing he could do to take it away.

“Shanelle…”

When she looked at him, he nearly lost his nerve as the nurse who was in the room with Shanelle left to give them time alone.

“It’s not true…tell me it’s not true! The baby…they’re not…they can’t be…tell me it’s not true!”, she pleaded with her husband.

“I…my love…I…”, he struggled to get the words out.

“Tell me, please! Tell me our baby is fine!”

Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell her the one thing she desperately wanted to hear. He took her trembling hands in his own and prepared himself to speak the very awful words.

“They tried Shanelle. They did everything they could…”, he trailed off.

“No. No. Marquise no! No!”

“My Queen. I’m…I’m…I’m so sorry. Our baby…our son…” he choked up at the look of horror and devastation on her face.

“NO! NO! NO! IT’S NOT TRUE! IT CAN’T BE TRUE!” She screamed before bursting into tears.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried. His heart was broken for his wife, his son, and especially himself. When the doctor brought the baby to them Shanelle was inconsolable.

“Your Majesties, I thought you’d like to see your son.” Doctor Bell spoke softly as he presented them with the swaddled infant.

Marquise couldn’t believe their baby was dead. And he didn’t believe it until he held him close. That’s when he felt his soul break.

“My son. My beautiful son. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said as his voice trembled as he held the baby. He looked at Shanelle and placed the baby in her arms.

“No. You can’t be gone! You can’t be!” She cried as she held their son, “My baby. You can’t be gone!”

Sadly for them, both their son is dead. And the loss of him was as real and raw as it gets. Shanelle wanted nothing to do with the funeral arrangements so she left that duty to her husband. Rather than have a funeral according to Cordonian tradition, they were joined by her parents and those that were trusted with keeping Shanelle’s pregnancy a secret at a simple burial.

Shanelle was fine until they were asked for any final words before he was to be interred next to Marquise’s mother. That is when her grief took hold and her knees gave out. If it wasn’t for her husband standing behind her she would’ve hit the floor. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stand the thought or sight of her baby boy being buried.

“No. Marquise, please. Don’t bury him. Please. Don’t let them bury him.” She sobbed in her husband’s arms.

“I’m sorry my love. I’m so sorry.” was all he could say as he rubbed her back.

He was fine until they sealed the tomb. That is when he broke and the tears fell. Clutching his wife close to his chest the King Of Cordonia sobbed as his son was laid to rest.

“I can’t be here. I’m ready to go. I don’t want to be here anymore.” Shanelle said to him. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Okay. Let’s get you out here.” He replied.

They barely got out of the Royal Family Mausoleum before she couldn’t walk anymore. She didn’t have the strength. So Marquise carried her back to the main residence of the palace until they left for her duchy the next day.

All these years later and the memory still haunts Shanelle. She refuses to go back to their son’s grave. The memory of watching him be buried has scarred her. And yet, she still wonders what she could’ve done to save him. Why did she see or notice the signs? And now that it’s been confirmed that she’s pregnant again, she wonders if it could or would happen again. But all of that was put to rest when she glanced down at her phone in her hand. She had to tell her husband they are expecting again. She decided to wait until he came home from his trip to Japan the next day.

His Majesty returned home early the next morning and spent his day on conference calls and with a certain little girl who was happy to have her Daddy back home.

Later after he had put Khari to bed, he hopped in the shower and she laid down on the bed and flipped channels. She knew he was tired but not exactly ready to go to bed. When he walked out of the bathroom and she saw him, her jaw hit the floor. He was wearing nothing but a towel and his trademark smirk. She couldn’t help but stare at her husband.

“Take a picture, love. It’ll last you a lot longer than staring at me will.” He teased as he flexed his muscles.

“I will stare whenever I see fit…Your Majesty. I am the Queen after all.”

He shook his head and dried off before grabbing the lotion and applying it while she watched.

“Need help?” She asked.

“Sure. You can get my back,” he replied.

“Okay. Lie down on the bed babe.”

It didn’t take her long to cover his back. What started out as her simply applying lotion to his back, turned into the best massage he’d ever had. Her fingers worked deep into his muscles driving away any stress she knew he may have had. He was in heaven and also a tad curious.

“Damn! What did I do to deserve that?” He asked her.

“Nothing outside of me just wanting an excuse to put my hands on you.”

Marquise turned over on his back and arched an eyebrow at her.

“Uh-huh. What did you do now?” He asked as she straddled his hips.

“Nothing!”

“Yeah okay. How many of your cards did you max out?”

“I swear I didn’t do anything!”

“Do I need to have that verified?”

“No, you don’t because I’m telling the truth!”

He snickered.

“I just wanted to see your reaction.”

“Jackass!” She sneered.

“That’s King Jackass to you.”

She rolled her eyes and smirked at him.

“So tell me what was that massage about?” He asked.

“I missed you. That’s what it was about.”

He chuckled.

“No that’s not it. I mean I believe you when you say you missed me but a massage like that only happens when you want something or when you've done something bad and you don't want me to find out. So since you claim you haven't done anything, what is it, my love? What do you want?” He asked before burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Weeeelllllllllll…there is something that I need to tell you. But you’re distracting me.” She said as his arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.

“Am I now?” He asked before placing a soft kiss just below her right ear.

“Yes. You’re in nothing but a towel and it’s messing with my concentration.” She replied as her arms rested on his broad shoulders.

“We’ll just have to do something about that now won’t we?” He whispered in her ear. The tone in his voice made her shiver. “Starting with this pajama set you have on.”

“What did you have in mind, My King?” Shanelle asked.

A slow smile bloomed across his face.

“I was thinking something like this…” he trailed off before bringing her lips to his.

When their kiss ended the only thing he wanted to do was devour her. Although the turquoise and black satin and lace pajama set she wore caught his eye.

“Is that new?” he asked.

“This old thing? Nah I’ve had it for years. I just haven’t worn it in a while.”

His eyes roamed up and down her body.

“See something you like, Your Majesty?”

“Always when it comes to you. But I must say you look beautiful in this outfit.”

“Has there ever been a time where you haven’t thought I looked beautiful in something?” she asked.

“Nope. And there never will be.” He whispered in her ear before nipping her earlobe. “Now My Goddess, you can hurry up and take this outfit off or I can rip it off of you. The choice is yours.”

“I kinda like the idea of a striptease then again it would be quicker to just let you rip it off…so why not both?”

Marquise arched an eyebrow.

“Both huh? Fine. But I call dibs on the shorts.”

“The King has decreed it, so shall it be!”

With a sly look in her eyes she bites her bottom lip and pulls the top and bra off. He had his hands all over her ass, palming, squeezing and kneading it.

“Look at you. So fucking beautiful.” He said as his fingers traced the contours of her breasts.

Soon she plants him with a searing kiss that he returns full force. She pressed her chest against his as their kiss deepend. She introduced her tongue into his hungry mouth and he growled against it. She felt his strong arms tighten around her. Feeling her body against his shot his possessive desire for her through the roof. When their kiss broke, all he wanted to do was ravage her.

“I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“You still have these goddamn shorts on.”

“Then do something about it…Your Majesty.”

He growled as he ripped her shorts and panties off of her. He then laid her down and tangled his left hand in her hair exposing her neck to his teeth. He placed suckling bites all down her neck and across her collarbone.

“You just don’t know what you do to me.”

“You poor sweet man. I know EXACTLY what I do to you.”

The wickedness in her voice spurred him on. He dragged his mouth across her breasts. He slowly teased and tasted them which drove her crazy. He loved making her nipples harden at his touch.

“More please! I need more!” she begged.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” he told her.

That’s when his right hand found its way between her thighs. His thumb circled her clit while the rest of his fingers teased her entrance.

“Watch the fireworks, my love.” he told her with a wink before he slid between her thighs.

It never took him long to make her melt. She could feel his mouth all over her clit and could feel his fingers playing with her entrance.

Even with his left hand squeezing her breast he was laser focused on her and her pleasure. He drove his fingers deeper inside her causing Shanelle to grab the cover under her. He is relentless. She was trying to ride his fingers as he quickened their speed. Her body began to tremble as he worked her over.

“I can't hold it in much longer! I need you! Now!”, she begged.

He could hear the desperation in his wife’s voice but he wasn’t done teasing her. The sensation coming from him was almost too much for her.

“Not yet My Queen. Not yet.” he whispered against her lips before he kissed her.

The only thing she wanted was for him to fuck her but the King had other plans. With a gentle yet firm tug of his left hand, he pulled her head back. He dragged his tongue down her pulse line before biting gently leaving a mark. The sensation caused her to rake her nails across his back.

“Do that again and watch what happens," he growled in her ear.

She took his warning as a challenge and dragged her nails across his back again. She felt his smile against her ear.

“Have it your way, my love…”

This was the game they'd played for years. The swipes and snide remarks, the jokes, the insults, the teasing, the sex, the love, the devotion, and the affection all of it made their marriage work. He twisted his fingers just enough to make her back arch. His thumb circled her clit faster and harder. He could feel her body writhing beneath him. Begging him for more. He listened to her breathing become more and more shallow. But he decided to take it slow and torture her. He wanted to remind her that he isn't just her husband, he is her King.

“This is where you belong. Beneath me. Just the way I want you to be.”

“Will you please shut up and fuck me?”

“Defiant as ever.”

“You’re taking too long!”

“Desperate My Queen?”

“I swear to God if you don't–”

He silenced her with a surge of his fingers. Quickly working her over driving her crazy.

“That's funny. I don't remember permitting you to speak.”

“Please.”

“I know you need me, my love. Besides, I'm getting impatient myself.”

He pinned her down to the mattress, threw her legs over his shoulders, and took no time filling her up. That is when she arched her back off the bed pushing her chest into his and clawing his back.

“That's it, love. Show me how badly you want it.”

If there was one thing the King knew all too well it was his wife's body. He knew which spots were sensitive to his touch. And judging by the sounds she was making, he knew he was onto something.

“Is this what you want, my love?? He asked as he surged inside her.

“Yes! Give it to me.”

“I don’t think you can handle it, love.”

Every surge of his hips sent her deeper into a frenzy.

“I want you! I need you!”

“God, you feel incredible around me, my love. Like a fucking glove.”

Her moans were getting louder and more desperate. That meant she was truly unraveling and her orgasm was rising.

“I can never get enough of you. You feel so fucking good. So tight. So warm. And all mine!” He growled in her ear before softly biting her neck.

“You feel so good! Give it to me! Take me! Make me cum!!” She screamed.

Her body trembled under him and broke out in a cold sweat. She was closer to the edge. And he knew it.

“Good girl! I know you can handle it! I know it feels good to you! Take it!” He moaned.

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. But he wanted them to cum together, with a shift of his hips, his thrusts went deeper. Relentlessly he began hitting her G-Spot. Never giving her body a chance to adjust. He would pull out just to slam back in. When her eyes started to roll back, he grabbed her chin and made her look at him.

“Keep your eyes open! I want to see those beautiful eyes as you cum for me.”

He went from grabbing her chin to pinning her wrists down. She tried to push him off but he made sure that she had nowhere to go.

“Oh no! Don't you dare run from me!” he growled. “Now be a good girl and take it! Cum for me!”

He applied slight pressure to her wrists as he fucked her harder and faster. Going deeper until she just couldn't take it anymore and stars burst in her eyes.

“Don't fight it, love. Give in! Give it to me! Cum for me!”

This sent them both hurdling straight into their combined orgasm. Her body gave into his and he collapsed above her. He wrapped her in his arms and cradled her close to his chest. He used his left hand to draw abstract shapes along her back.

“Well, that was fun.” she breathed out.

He chuckled low.

“It always is, my love.”

Shanelle buried her face into the crook of his neck as he placed a soft kiss on the side of her head.

“Shanelle?”

“Hmm?”

“I know.”

She looked at him confusedly.

“What are you talking about?”

He kissed her slowly while placing his right hand on her stomach.

“I know," he whispered against her lips.

When she looked at him it dawned on her what he was saying.

“How did you know? Who told you?”

“I had a feeling you were pregnant. You haven't been yourself lately. But I had no concrete proof until you left your pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.”

Shanelle’s face went pale and she groaned.

“Well, there went my element of surprise.”

He shook his head with a smirk.

“Look at me,” he said as he tilted her chin up, “I love you. You know that right?”

She smiled at him.

“I love you too handsome.”

He pulled her close and slowly drifted off to sleep with his right hand resting on her stomach.

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