#prince paul fluff
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our duty
pairing: prince paul (catherine the great) x fem!reader
word count: 5.2k
genre: angst, fluff, & smut
summary: your brief marriage to Prince Paul of Russia has consisted of minimal interactions between the both of you. you decide that confronting your husband was the only way to come to a conclusion of what your marriage would be.
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI. cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk.
a/n: this is my first time writing smut so PLEASE leave some feedback, it is very much appreciated.
You had spent the past month in preparation for your marriage to Prince Paul of Russia. It wasn’t a marriage you had any say in, not that most women did. Your parents were happy enough to marry you off to a wealthy man, let alone a Prince. It guaranteed them financial stability and a high reigning status. In their opinion, it was a win-win for everyone involved. They no longer worried about their reputation, you fulfilled your duty as a woman, and Paul would eventually receive an heir.
Your interactions with Prince Paul were minuscule and brief, consisting of simple introductions and hello’s. You couldn’t say whether you liked the man or simply tolerated him. Your opinions of him surrounded his seemingly tasteless personality. Paul was quiet, but not in a way that would conclude him as shy, no…it seemed as though he only interacted with those that he deemed ‘worthy’, and you? Well you had no idea where you were placed on that list. Surely not high.
Even on your wedding night, you barely spoke after the ceremony. The longest conversation you had was when Paul decided that you two would be retiring for the night,
“I believe we both have had enough of these affairs today, we might as well retire for the night.” Paul spoke, his hands clasped behind his back as his eyes scanned the room, landing anywhere except your face.
You weren’t surprised, he hadn’t even made eye contact with you earlier that day as you both stood in front of the priest. He had caused many thought’s to rush through your brain while the priest's mumbling echoed through the columns of your ears, ‘Was I pretty enough? Did he like my dress? God, my makeup must be horrid’. All the while, Paul kept his eyes on your cheek.
You nodded at his request and gave a polite smile to the people around you, “Yes, of course.” You responded and let him lead the way to your bed chambers.
It had been a whole week since the wedding, and the only words you exchanged were in passing. Paul spent most of his time in his office, working with finances or whatever it was a Prince did. You attended the introductions, meeting people of high standing. It was quite boring. At the end of the day you both would retire to your separate bed chambers, the only thing separating you was the large wooden door that connected both of your rooms.
You were now pacing the hardwood floors of your room, thinking of a way, any way, that you could get Paul to like you. It was clear he didn’t, he couldn’t, not with the amount of time he spent away from you. You slid your hands down the front of your dress, as though it was a fragile piece of linen.
It was an expensive gown, made of baby blue fabric that had a subtle shine to it. It was nicer than any other dress you ever had at home. Strands of your hair fell along your chest, detached from the bun you had diligently been forced to wear earlier that morning by your dressing maids.
You took a deep breath and took the few brief steps towards the door that connected yours and Paul's room. You lifted your hand, placing a rhythmic knock along the hard wood with your knuckles.
“Yes?” You could hear spoken from inside, causing your mind to flood with all the possible annoyances you had already caused Paul. Was he annoyed by the mere sound of your knock? Would he be annoyed by the sound of your voice?
You cleared your throat before speaking, “Can I come in?” You asked through the door, feeling as though it was silly to be acting like this with your husband. You were having a conversation through a door. After not hearing an answer, you snatched the door knob in your palm and turned it, pulling the door wide open.
Paul was stood by the desk in his chambers, hands fiddling with multiple, seemingly important, papers. He was dressed as he would normally be in his boldly coloured suit, the decorative sword hanging from his hip. He lacked his obnoxious wig though, his soft brown curls on display.
Paul looked up almost immediately when you opened the door, raising a brow on his pale face, “Is there something I could be of assistance with?” He asked, clearly not feeling the need to have a casual conversation with you. It wasn’t shocking.
You shook your head and clasped your hands just below your breasts as you took a few steps into his bed chambers, your heels clacking softly, “We just haven’t talked much, or at all, really.” You began, your voice a bit shaky with unsurety, “I wanted to confirm that I hadn’t done anything wrong, to anger you. It’s just- I find it strange…”
Paul placed a hand on his hip and held his papers loosely in one hand, staring at you. You were framed perfectly in the large doorway, causing him to hesitate before speaking, “You find what strange?” He inquired, “I don’t have time for silly games.”
Your mouth gaped open for a moment, not entirely expecting the attitude that was radiating off of Paul’s figure, “I find it strange that we haven’t spent time together,” You admitted, shaking your head a bit, “And I don’t just mean having dinner together or drinking tea, you haven’t even…we haven’t…” You trailed off, hoping Paul would know what you were getting at.
He let out a low groan and threw his papers on his desk, both hands on his hips now, “Use your words, woman.” He demanded.
Your face grew red, the embarrassment of what you were going to say rushing through you as though it was in your blood, “We haven’t consummated our wedding.” You stated simply, picking at your fingernails anxiously, “Why?”
Paul tilted his head to the side as he listened to you speak. This was the first time that you actually felt as though he was listening to you, looking at you, and of course it had to be the one time you mentioned sex, “So that’s what you want? To have sex?” He asked you. It almost sounded as though he was teasing you. Amused at your expense.
You shook your hand and breathed deep, causing your breasts to push against the neckline of your dress, “No,” You challenged, shaking your head, “Why did you marry me? Did you even want a wife? It feels as though you see me as nothing more than a stranger.”
Paul took slow and steady steps towards you, but he kept a fair amount of distance, “Did I want a wife?” He asked, clarifying your question, “It doesn’t matter if I wanted a wife, does it? It is my duty to marry, and you are the one I married.”
You dropped your hands to your side, looking up at Paul's face, “I am nothing more than a duty?” You tested, letting the small amount of anger slip past your lips in a hiss, “That is not how a marriage works, Paul. Not how it should work. My duty is to give you an heir, so why haven’t you touched me? You haven’t even held my hand!”
Paul watched you as though you were a toddler throwing a tantrum, a brow cocked in amusement, “You are a fiery woman.” He stated simply, his eyes examining over your body swiftly, “Our marriage has no need to consist of those things, not until it is necessary.”
You knitted your brows together, causing a crease to form between them, “Until it is necessary?” You repeated, shaking your head softly, “Without any care, you have subjected both of us to a life without love? Why won’t you try, Paul? Can you not see yourself loving me?”
Paul suddenly stepped closer to you, a gentle grasp making its way around your jaw. It wasn’t aggressive, not like how you would have expected from Paul, it was calm and soft, “Have I said that I do not love you?” He asked, his brown eyes gazing into yours for what felt like the first time.
You shook your head and felt yourself shudder slightly under Paul’s touch, “You haven’t said that you do…” You whispered, your breath cascading over Paul's hand that held your jaw, “You do not act like you love me. You refused my gaze on our wedding night. You haven’t had a conversation with me that has been anything more than formalities. You sleep in the room right next to mine though you have yet to come visit me. You expect me to believe that you love me?”
“You want that from me?” Paul inquired, moving his hand so he was cupping your cheek, “You want me to tell you how intimidated I was by your beauty? How I was sure you must have had a love back home, someone you were longing to hold again? How every night I dreamt of the way you looked in that white dress?”
You felt confusion invade your features, spilling itself across your forehead, “You dreamt of me?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You saw the pure expression of admiration on Paul’s face, the way his eyes wandered over your sparse freckles, occasionally splitting down to your collarbone.
“Everynight.” Paul repeated, nodding, “I believed you wouldn’t want me to touch you, or to even look at you. You were so beautiful at our wedding…Like an angel.” Paul's demeanour had seemed to switch swiftly from that of teasing and mockery, to pure longing.
You reached up, letting your hand fit perfectly against Paul's jaw, your thumb stroking against his skin, “Why didn’t you just try?” You asked him, noticing the quick splash of fear in his eyes.
“A forced marriage isn’t exactly a woman’s dream.” Paul joked, letting his hands mould onto the waist of your dress, bringing you closer to his body with a careful tug.
You couldn’t help but smile at his stupidity. He believed you wouldn’t want him? Had he seen himself? You tilted your head to the side, “Are you telling me that you do indeed love me?” You finally coaxed.
Paul leaned into the touch of your hand, “Completely.” He whispered before leaning forward, securing your lips in a long awaited kiss. His lips were soft like silk as they moved against yours, his hands tightening themselves on your waist, “I’m sorry I left you waiting.” He apologized through kisses.
Your stomach fluttered as his sudden display of longing, the way his hands grabbed at you as if you were his life line, “You’re here now.” You replied before slipping your hands to his jacket, pushing it down his shoulders so it hung at his elbows.
“Eager.” Your husband spoke with a hint of playfulness, causing you to gently push his chest. Paul took off his jacket and let it hit the floor before slipping his hands to the back of your dress, his fingers playing out over the buttons that secured your bodice, “They make these as difficult as possible…”
You looked up at Paul before turning around so your back was facing him. He lifted his hands to your neck, pushing away the stray strands of hair that had fallen from your bun. He leaned over you, placing a delicate kiss where your collarbone and shoulder meet. Paul worked his fingers down the row of buttons, swiftly getting them undone so he could push your bodice down.
You blushed at the circumstances, feeling as though this was too much work, it would have been easier in your nightgown, “I should have visited you later tonight.” You whispered softly as another gentle kiss landed on the back of your neck, causing you to let out a content sigh.
The cold air hit your chest, leaving goosebumps behind in its wake. You helped Paul push your bodice down your body, your skirt following. The material hit the wood floor, leaving you in your undergarment and heels.
“No, now was the perfect time.” Paul responded, his breath moving across the back of your neck and along your shoulders. He placed his hands on your covered hips, the only thing separating his calloused hands from your soft skin being the thin material of cotton you wore. Paul pressed his chest to your back, pressing his lips to the spot just behind your ear, “You’re so beautiful…”
You turned in Paul's arms, looking up at him with those soft eyes he had fallen for the moment he saw you for the first time. You smiled sheepishly, “All I wanted was to be in your arms. To have you hold me.”
Paul raised a brow and looked down your body curiously, “That’s all?” He teased before taking your hand, leading you closer to his bed. He swiftly pushed your thighs against the edge of his mattress, causing you to fall back onto his bed, “I find it hard to believe that all you wanted was for me to hold you. You came in here raving about sex, surely that has to do with it as well, no?”
A tint of red quickly spread across your face as you rested on your elbows, allowing yourself to look at Paul from where he stood by your legs, “I…I was just confused…” You challenged nervously, shaking your head at the notion that what you wanted from him was sex. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted the longing gazes and the tantalizing touches. You wanted your fingers to be interlocked as you walked the halls of your home.
Paul’s hands gripped one of your ankles before pulling off the heel that had been torturing your feet all day. His hot breath ran along your calf before he placed a clean kiss to your ankle, “Confused? Or curious?” He asked for clarification, but his tone held an underlying tinge of taunting.
Your husband moved on to your other leg, taking off your painful shoe before placing a similar kiss to that ankle as well. He took his time to appreciate you, letting his undoubtedly hungry eyes scan your body similarly to the way he scanned boring documents. Paul snaked kisses along your calves, appreciating the silkiness of your skin.
Your eyes gazed at him, taking in his appearance. He looked like a painted portrait, the kind you would see in an age-old palace. The sun shining in from the windows illuminated his skin with a warm glow, his brown hair was effortlessly unstyled, and his bottom lip was pulled gently between his teeth as he focused his chocolatey brown eyes on your body.
“Paul,” You started, your voice breathy and unsure, “I find it…unfair, that you are completely dressed.” You sucked in a deep breath, almost as though what you said was wrong, not something you were supposed to say. It was incredibly normalised for women to talk about how little they enjoyed their husbands touching them, how they simply let them get off as soon as possible, how they laid in the bed and let their husbands have their way, but you wanted to like it, love it even.
Your husband didn’t attempt to hide the smirk that formed on his face at your discovery, “Well yes, you’re quite right.” He stated before gently letting your legs drop to the bed, his hands now sliding up the length of his torso. He started at his vest, unbuttoning it with delicate yet efficient fingers, throwing it to the floor once he was done. He was left in his cream undershirt and incredibly obnoxious green pants. Paul's hands slid under the hem of his pants though, pulling out his shirt so it was untucked.
You craved him, the feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. You were aware of the intricacies of sex, not that you had ever experienced it, but spending your time as a rebellious young socialite had allowed you to hear some things along the way.
You lifted yourself so you were sitting and moved closer to Paul, now kneeling on the mattress. Your hands lifted to the collar of his undershirt, playing with the frayed strings and loose stitching, “Do you want this?” You then inquired, letting your unsurety get the best of you, clouding your thoughts with unnecessary questions, “Do you want, or desire, to have sex with me?”
Paul’s eyes gaze down at you as though you were insane, his brows knitted across his forehead in a confused expression, “Do I want to? Darling, I’ve dreamt of this.” He admitted, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face.
You instinctively leaned into his touch, looking at him through your lashes, “Then make your dream come to life…” You whispered, barely loud enough for either of you to hear, but Paul did, he heard you.
And with that, he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate and hungry kiss, his other hand coming around your body, holding you close to him. The kiss alighted butterflies in your stomach, swirling angrily yet excitedly. Paul’s tongue along your bottom lip only made the feeling heavier, initiating a soft sigh to escape past your lips. Your tongues moved in sync, happily fighting as you tasted each other for the first time.
Paul lifted your chemise, slowly pushing it up the length of your body, exposing your skin to the temperature of the room. You let him lift it over your head and immediately tucked your bottom lip between your teeth while he leaned back, taking you in.
His eyes gazed at every inch of you, the whole of your body exposed to his longing eyes. He settled his hands on your hips, his rough fingers squeezing softly at your supple skin, “Even more beautiful than I had imagined…” He revealed, causing your heart to race.
You moved your hands to Paul’s pants, unbuttoning them swiftly, “Take them off.” You commanded, earning a cheeky smile from your husband. He did as you said and took off his pants, sliding them down his legs before stepping out. His undershirt conveniently covered his groin, stopping at his mid thigh.
Paul wrapped his arms around you and laid you on the bed, making sure to softly set your head on a pillow. He attached his lips to the column of your throat, leaving sloppy and wet splotches wherever he went. Paul neared your ear, his hot breath causing your body to shiver, “I like when you’re bossy.” He whispered, his words throaty.
You moaned out as he nipped at your ear lobe, shifting his hips in between your legs. You could feel his growing erection as it pressed against your cunt, the wetness of your arousal spreading onto the length of it, “Paul…” You shuddered, his lips attacking your collarbone.
He just hummed and moved his lips down your body, coming to your breasts. Paul sucked on the base of your breast before slowly taking your nipple into his mouth. He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes while continuing to assault your breast with his tongue.
You moved a hand to his hair while your other rested on his shoulder, your fingertips digging into his skin, “Ah, fuck…” You moaned out, your eyes fluttering closed as your back arched. Paul swirled his tongue around your nipple, lightly nipping at it occasionally, eliciting gasps from your throat.
“Open your eyes my love, look at me.” Paul urged, reaching the hand that wasn’t playing with your other breast, setting it on your jaw. He swiped his thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it past your parted lips, “Suck.”
You immediately did as he said, wrapping your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue along the tip of it while he tended to your other breast. Your moaning was muffled into hums as you watched Paul, his cheeks caving slightly while his lips secured themselves around your nipple.
Paul placed a kiss in the middle of your chest and placed both of his hands under your knees, pushing your thighs closer to your torso as his plump lips moved closer to your clit.
You gasped softly as the realization hit you, the realization of what Paul was going to do, “You don’t have to…” Your shaky voice offered. You knew men didn’t attend to their wives needs, just got on with what they wanted and finished quickly. Surely Paul was the same.
Paul looked into your eyes from where his lips were connected just under your belly button, “Have to?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow before moving lower, his lips just above your clit, “No baby, I want to.” And with that, he placed a small kiss to your clit, a gasp immediately passing your lips.
You tangled your fingers into his brown curls, “Yes, yes…” You moaned as Paul flicked his tongue out, lapping at your clit hungrily. He was acting as though you were his life source, as though if he didn’t please you as much as he could, he would surely turn to dust.
Paul sucked on your clit before moving his mouth down, pushing his tongue in between the folds of your pussy, happily cleaning up any of the arousal that was lingering at your entrance. He left one hand on your thigh while the other moved to your pubic bone. Paul flicked his thumb against your clit, causing you to arch your back.
“You are so pretty,” Paul started, his breath running over the sensitive skin between your legs, “I love hearing you moan.”
You smiled lazily at his words and connected your eyes with his, “You’re so good.” You praised, earning a smirk from your husband.
Paul played with your clit slowly before lowering his hand, pressing the tip of his middle finger to your entrance, “I can be better. I wanna hear you moan my name.” His middle finger pushed all of the way into you, his index and ring finger pressed against the lips of your cunt.
You gasped and threw your head back at the unfamiliar feeling. You had never had anything inside of you, and you had never expected it to feel this good. You looked back down at Paul and moaned at the grin he had on his face, watching you revel in the way he could make you feel, “Paul, please.” You moaned.
Paul slowly pulled his finger out so only the tip of it was inside you, “Please what?” He asked, the power of making you feel good getting to his head, “You have to tell me what you want me to do.” His request made you whine, feeling embarrassed at the thought of saying what it was you truly wanted.
“I want you. I want you to make me feel good, please.” You begged, your voice going up an octave to Paul’s delight. He slowly pushed his finger back into your sopping cunt, feeling the way you welcomed him and pulled him in. Paul began his torment, pushing his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, “Faster.”
Paul kept his pace, refusing your request all while pushing in his ring finger. You arched your back and gasped, your breath shuddering at the feeling, “Ask properly. Use your manners.”
Paul’s attitude made you even more aroused. The way he demanded things from you while he pleased you in a way no other man could. You could just tell, he fucking loved the way he was making you feel, “Please go faster.” You finally breathed out, your breath turning to a moan as Paul quickened his pace.
A knot started to build in your stomach at the pace of his fingers, the way he curled them inside of you, the way he pressed gentle kisses to your clit. Paul flattened his tongue against your clit, causing you to pull his head closer if that was even possible. His fingers sped up on their own, his lips wrapped around your clit as they sucked harshly.
“Come on my love,” Paul spoke softly, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers. He could tell you were close, just by the way you moved your hips against his hand and whispered his name, “Cum for me.”
You did just as he asked and moaned out loudly while your body shuddered, cumming all over his fingers, “Yes, Paul!” You called out, tugging at his chocolate curls. You panted, your legs shaking as Paul pulled his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth, “Fuck.”
Paul smirked and watched your reaction to his actions, slowly crawling up your body until his face was hovering over yours, “Such a filthy mouth.” He teased before leaning down, securing your lips in a short but sweet kiss, “You want me?” Paul asked and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head, throwing the fabric to the floor.
His body was finally revealed to you, his toned chest and abdomen, the trail of brown hair that led to his erect cock. It was huge, definitely bigger than you had expected. You hadn’t ever seen a man's dick, so you didn’t know what to expect, but this…this was something else.
As if sensing your concern at his size, Paul placed a hand on the side of your face, making you look at him, “We will go slow.” He assured, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of doubt, anything that told him you no longer wanted him, “Tell me to stop and I will.”
You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him in for a kiss, your brows furrowing at the pure admiration you felt, “I want you,” You told him, your tone full of surety, “Don’t you want me to…well…” You trailed off as your face grew hot, turning beet red.
Paul looked down at you with a confused expression before understanding what you were saying. He smirked at the embarrassment evident on your face, finding it cute, “Do I want you to blow me?” He asked, his assumption being confirmed as you shyly nodded, “No, no. Today is about you.”
You gazed at the man hovering over you, feeling love filling your chest. He just wanted to make you feel good. He didn’t care about receiving anything. You felt as though Paul was truly the most perfect man, fighting all of the judgements you had made about him. He wanted you to be happy, that was the exact reason he had avoided you all along. He never believed he could be the reason for your happiness.
You kissed him swiftly and cupped his face in your hands, attempting to pour all of the love you felt for him into that one kiss. Paul kissed you back, one hand holding himself up while the other settled on a comfortable spot on your waist.
“Show me.” You breathed, shifting slightly underneath Paul, making sure that you were comfortable.
You felt Paul’s confused look on you, “Show you what?”
You smiled and ran your thumbs along his cheeks lovingly, “Show me you love me.” You requested, moving your legs so they were wrapped around Paul’s waist.
Paul’s expression turned to that of blissful happiness before pressing a kiss to your lips. He reached between the two of you, swiping his thumb along your clit. His mind became cloudy with lust as you moaned into his mouth.
You looked down as you felt Paul push the head of his cock against your entrance, “Tell me if you need me to stop.” He spoke from above you before swiftly sliding the head of his erection into you.
You gasped at the feeling, the way your walls immediately tightened around him, leaving you with a burning feeling as he slid deeper into you. You were about to tell him to stop, to give you a moment, until you heard the groan that came from Paul’s throat. It awakened this need inside you, the need to hear it again.
You slipped your hands around his waist, pulling him closer to you, “Please,” You whispered, turning your gaze up to him, “I want to feel all of you.”
Paul obliged and pushed himself into you, as far as he could go until his balls were pressed against your ass. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, “You feel so goddamn good,” He shuddered, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck.
He gave you a moment to get used to his size as you let out shaky breaths. The pain of him soon turned to pleasure and you pushed at his chest, “I’m okay, please,” You nodded, gulping as you looked down where you two were joined together, “Love me, Paul.”
Paul readjusted how he was sitting. He knelt on his knees and placed his hands on your hips, beginning to slowly move back and forth, taking his time with you. He let out a shaky moan as he sped up a bit, “God, you are so good.” He whispered, looking at your face as he thrusted into you.
You moaned, reaching out so you could take one of the hands he had on your hips. You interlocked your fingers while your other hand gripped the sheets on his bed, “Paul,” You felt another climax building already, so quickly after your last orgasm.
Your husband started to pound into you, the sound of your bodies connecting echoed throughout the room. He lifted your interlocked hand to the space next to your face, holding your hands there as he gripped your hip with his other hand. The tips of his fingers dug into the skin on your hip, just causing you to moan even louder than you had been before.
Paul threw his head back as his pace sped up, “You’re so beautiful,” He started, his words coming out as a moan, “You feel so good around my cock. Perfect.”
His words made your body flush and your back arch, your belly knotting once again, “I’m gonna cum, Paul…” You whispered out, embarrassed at how easily he made you feel good.
“Yeah? You’re gonna cum from my cock?” He asked, moving his eyes to where you connected, a growl escaping his throat, “You look so pretty when you cum.”
Paul’s words caused you to gasp, gripping his hand tighter as your legs shook, the orgasm taking over your body. Your husband just continued to pound into you, groans filling the air around you. His own orgasm was building quickly, his hips moving inconsistently while thrusting into you.
“Fuck, yes,” Paul moaned as he pushed all of his length into you, releasing his cum inside of you. White streams flowing inside of you. He leaned down and placed a slow kiss to your lips, both of you breathing heavily, “You were so good, my love.”
Paul soon pulled out of you and rolled onto his back next to you, lifting an arm to rest behind his head. He turned his gaze to you, taking in your appearance. How strands of your hair stuck to your neck, how your body gleamed with a thin sheet of sweat, how your hands rested on your stomach.
“Come here,” Paul suggested before slipping his arm around your torso, pulling you to him. You intertwined your legs, his cock pressed softly against your thigh while your arm wrapped around his waist, your head resting on his chest, “Sleep my love, we’ll have an early breakfast tomorrow. Go for a walk around the garden.”
You looked up at him, a content smile spreading across your lips, “Together?”
Paul nodded, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Together.”
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By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Part Six: New developments for Paul and his wife.
Notes/Warning: Sometimes one gets sent away early into their marriages. One does not refuse their queen…even her son.
18+ only please. Consensual. P in V sex.
Once again…ty so much for reading. ❤️s and reblogs are very appreciated. Along with any comments/feedback! Enjoy!
“Mother, there is no valid reason for me to go and see the Crimea.”
“You are the future king of Russia you need to visit your army.”
“I never did before.”
“Well, you are now married. The role has grown bigger.”
His fingers rolled into a fist and then relaxed before he did it again.”But my wife.”
Catherine made an exaggerated sound. “She will be fine without you.”
His mouth formed a line.
“She has her ladies and there is also the ones in court. She will be fine.”
“What if I don’t go?”
“I will make you.”
She looked up from the map that she had been hovering over. Her eyes were colder then the winter that would soon be upon them.
“When is my coach ready?” Defeat filled him. His mother won this round.
“Dawn.” She replied once again, she eyed the map.
He turned on his heal and left the room.
*******
The sun’s warmth fell over you, as you worked on a handkerchief. There was more you wished to do or to attend to, but with the possibility of Paul leaving; this distracted you. Your personal handmaiden’s words did not bring any reassurance.
The ladies of the court, had sly smiles splashed across their faces. Despite Paul, not paying them any mind. Some still hoped to garner him with their charms.
There was barely a sound, but you could tell that the huge doors near you opened. You glanced up. Relief filled you. Your heart began to pick up speed. It was Paul.
His hand cut through the air. The patter of boots and the swish of skirts filled their otherwise silent room. With a warmth only your handmaiden was possible to have, she closed the door.
Placing the needle, the cloth and thread aside and you got up. You barely took a few steps and you were in Paul’s arms. Despite your heart at quite the beat, your body relaxed.
“I have to go.” His breath felt warm on your throat.
You stiffened and felt as his hold tightened.
“I tried to refuse.”
“She’d never let you.”
He nodded. “Though I had to try.”
You pulled back enough, just enough to meet his eyes. There was hardly any of the warm brown. They had grown dark with his turbulent emotions over leaving.
“I will dispatch messengers with letters.” You promised
“They will return with my own letters.” He replied with his own, stepping aside he pulled off his waist coat, he tossed it onto a nearby chair.
“At least we have tonight. It will be a very lonely, few months.“
You knew it would be. But the knots in your stomach were still there and they hurt.
*******
As Paul moved above you, you tried to hold onto the moment. It hurt your heart to know you didn’t know when you would see your husband, your beloved again.
“I love you.” Paul, managed. His voice was tight with his pleasure.
His eyes met yours and just as your bodies were one, his lips met yours and the kisses you shared were rough, hungry.
“I love you.” You breathed, arching against him before kissing him again.
Your body tightened, your pleasure was growing sharper. Your moans grew louder.
“Sounds like you are growing close love, give yourself up to it. I want to feel you.”
“Yes, oh Paul!” You were breathless and you erupted in your pleasure. His name became a moan as you became undone.
Trembling you wrapped your arms around him. You held him close as he thrust into you chasing his own release.
Your sounds caused his own release to rip through from him. As your hearts beat hard, you melted in the afterglow of your passion.
*******
He held you close, his fingertips caressing your naked hip. “I don’t know how long I will be gone.” He finally said, resting his chin gently on the top of your head.
“I know. Alot of anguish will fill my heart till we can be together again.” You swallowed. “Is there no way you can have a coach come to retrieve me?” You glanced back at.
“No, he said softly. There have been several violent engagements along that border. I could not bare the idea of you being hurt or worse.”
You tightened your arm around his middle. Desperately, you didn’t want to let him go.
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Be pressed a kiss to your bare knuckles as he held your hand through the open window of the carriage. Your eyes had filled with tears but you were not let them fall in front of Catherine or the court.
“I will think of you each day till we are together again.”
“And I shall as well.” You nodded.
He gave your hand a final squeeze, then glanced down. “Keep her safe boys.” He said softly to Soot and Cinder who sat proudly on either side of you. Grimacing, he tapped the roof of the coach and sat back into it. The coach man called out and you stepped back.
You waited till his coach passed the gates. Then turning with the hounds close on your heels you made quick haste back to your chambers.
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Sitting at your vanity you finally let the tears come. With a shaky hand you pulled the pins from your hair. You would not leave your chambers today. A day for your heart was needed.
Looking down at your brush that sat on your vanity, you found a note scrawled sitting beside it. Your heart lifted. Your lips curved into a smile, making the tears pause as you read Paul’s sweet words of love.
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A week later, when you found yourself lonely in court you had the letter tucked into your bodice and you didn’t feel so terribly alone. The other girls who vied for Paul’s affection or to catch Catherine’s eye giggled behind gloved hands and fans in one corner while you stood, occasionally glancing out the grand windows with your heart warmed by the sweet words Paul left you in that note.
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His lips were wrinkled in disgust as he stalked through the muddy ground. His men were in different to his presence. They barely took mind of him when he walked past them. It had been a very long week since the two of you said good bye. He was eager to return to you.
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Hi luv, Since you've mentioned that you gonna start writing for Joe Quinn's other characters, I do have a request for Prince Paul. So, I was thinking that the reader is pining and vying for his attention then she got upset when she heard that Paul is set to marry someone else because Paul thought that reader's feelings for him are only platonic. During party dinner, they were about to discuss about the marriage but she cannot take the jealousy anymore and stormed out somewhere to the garden and then Paul followed her then the confession onwards and you can decide what happens next. You can write this if you're free. I'm dying for Prince Paul content lol! Thanks! 💞💞
It Has Always Been You
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summary: you’ve had feelings for paul for a while but you soon come to hear that he is set to marry someone else. after running off during dinner, paul comes out to find you in the gardens where you finally confess your true feelings, waiting anxiously to hear what he has to say.
pairing: prince paul x f!reader
warnings: a little angst, mostly fluff, mentions of marriage, mentions of engagement, mutual pining, reader ‘isn’t like other princesses’
word count: 2k
a/n: sorry this took a while, i wasn’t sure what to write but i came to me over the past couple of days while i’ve been ill and i can’t thank you enough for requesting this because i love how it turned out 🤍
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The prince of Russia was a difficult man to read, despite what others thought of him. He was often in a sour mood, his face full of frowns and rarely smiles.
He was always arguing with his mother, spitting out vile words about her as he told her he hated her. Although, he always succumbed to her love when she was gentle with him. He missed his father and, as much as he hated his mother at times, he still needed her love.
Most assumed he was stuck up and petty, always whining about something or throwing another tantrum despite how easy he had it in life.
In reality, that was true, other than how easy many thought he had it, but there was far more to him beneath the surface.
In the time since you had come to Russia, you had made many attempts at befriending the prince.
You had spoken to him on occasion and, after some time, found that he was often the one coming to find you whenever there was a party or dinner you were both attending.
Despite your belief that you had managed to grow closer to him, hoping for the chance of perhaps courting him, you soon came to learn that he was engaged and set to marry another.
It had all been kept rather quiet as there was talk he first did not approve of the match his mother had set for him but, once his suitor had won his heart the news quickly spread through the palace.
To say you were unhappy with the news would have been an understatement. You were well and truly heartbroken.
Still, you knew there was little you could do to prevent the marriage, especially when the Empress herself was so set on it. So, you held your tongue and allowed him to confide in you as a friend would and nothing more.
At least, until talk of the marriage started at the next dinner party.
“Ah, Paul my dear. Hurry and sit down, we must discuss the details of your wedding.”
Paul was walking with his bride-to-be, their arms entwined as he escorted her to the table to eat when his mother called out to them.
You glanced over, watching him smile as he held her hand and pulled out her chair for her. The princess of Germany, the woman he was to wed. She was beautiful, no one could deny that, and you could see why Paul had fallen for her.
Grace and beauty had never really been your thing, although you had been well educated in how a princess was supposed to behave.
When you spoke with Paul at first you were quiet and composed, letting him lead the conversation, but when he seemed to only tire of you quickly you began to show your true colours.
You started to make jokes and speak your mind, opting to catch his attention with a blunt truth rather than a quaint smile and a giggle. Your laughs grew louder and more uncontrolled; your thoughts rarely kept to yourself as you discussed whatever had been on your mind.
It seemed to have captivated him for a while at least, and he started to open up to you too, showing you a side he scarcely showed to anyone else. Although now you figured perhaps he preferred beauty and grace after all.
The two of you were friends and good ones at that. You should have been content with that but you weren’t and you knew you never would be. You were in love with him, as foolish as that now seemed, and it was almost impossible for you to sit there and be happy for him.
If he was truly happy then you would be too, even when you were not. You just needed some more time to come to terms with the reality, time to let it sink in so that you could truly support him even when he had not chosen you.
So, you stood up without a word. Some eyes darted to you, noticing the abrupt manner in which you had risen to your feet. Others barely even noticed you were there, all much too focused on the prince and his betrothed.
Before long you found yourself in the gardens as you ran a finger through your already dishevelled hair.
You tugged at your corset, pulling it until it gave way under the force and loosened enough for you to properly breathe. It only helped a little, your breathing still hastened and ragged as you tried to quell your racing mind.
Although you were a princess, you were never all that good at being a proper lady. When you were being taught to read and write you’d have much rather been taking lessons on the back of a horse or out fighting with a sword in hand.
You weren’t delicate or graceful or beautiful. You were just you. Rowdy and lively and filled with a little rebellion. You weren’t what he wanted, you weren’t her.
“Y/n?”
His breathing was as ragged as yours when he finally caught up with you, his wig already beginning to slip out of place as he spoke to you.
“Paul? What are you doing out here?”
You didn’t understand why he’d followed you, not when his perfect bride was waiting for him inside.
“I saw you leave, I came to find you. Why are you out here? Why did you leave?”
His eyes were soft and far too gentle, searching for something unbeknownst to you within your own.
He was to be married in less than a few weeks' time and yet he was out here with you rather than sitting in there as his mother discussed wedding details with him.
Your sigh was loud as it tumbled from your lips, your frustration beginning to show through the cracks in the ever-so-careful mask you had put on for show.
Maybe if you just told him and he put some space between you it would be easier. Maybe you just needed to get out with it and be done with it. Maybe this was the best thing to do after all.
“I am out here because I cannot bear to be in there any longer. I cannot sit there and listen to all the talk of your wedding and pretend I am happy for you. I cannot sit there and smile as though I am not in love with you. That, Paul, is why I am out here.”
Your voice had come out in a much harsher tone than you had intended and, by the time you were done, there were tears prickling in your eyes.
His eyes widened as you pushed your palm to your forehead, already thinking yourself a fool for what you had said. Maybe it hadn’t been the right thing to say after all. Especially now that you were crying in front of him — over him.
“Y-You love me?”
His voice was a stutter but you only sighed again.
“Yes. Now, yell at me all you want or tell me to go or simply just leave. Do not make me stand here like a fool any longer.”
He stepped closer and before you had time to move away, his hand was on your cheek, turning your face towards him once again.
“You love me?” His voice was stronger now, more sure. It was a fact no longer in question yet he asked again anyway, simply wanting to hear your answer again.
Your eyes flickered up to him, bashful in the way you nodded, pushing your head gently against the palm of his hand.
“Yes,” you whispered now, almost afraid of your own words.
In but a single blink, his lips were on yours. They were everything you had expected, soft and passionate and sweet. They found rhythm with yours as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him so that you were now chest to chest.
When you finally parted solely for the sake of taking in some air, he smiled.
It was such a genuine smile, one you had not expected to see after confessing your love to a man who was supposed to have already given his heart to another.
“Say it again,” he asked his voice nothing but a tender breath against your skin.
“I love you, Paul,” you complied, almost forgetting entirely that he was engaged to be wed to another in only a few weeks' time.
“And I, you.” He gently ran the back of his hand against your cheek, his knuckles so delicate as they moved across your skin.
You reached up and wrapped your hand around his wrist, reason finding you once again as you pulled his hand away, taking a step back.
“You cannot say this, not now. You are to be married. You love her, not me.”
He stepped forward once again, closing the distance between you no sooner than you had put it there. “I have never loved her. It has always been you.”
Your heart wrenched at his words, struggling to believe them. He was joking, toying with you. He had to be, it was the only thing that made sense.
“Why did you say nothing sooner? Why agree to marry her?”
“Because I thought you would never feel the same. I did not know, did not think you could ever love me as I do you.”
You scoffed, your voice fragile as your fingers moved to rub out the creases in your brow. “Then we are both fools.”
It was quiet for a moment as he too chuckled, moving closer to you once again. He brushed your dishevelled hair behind your ear, not bothering to move his hand away once he was done.
“Marry me,” he said, the words a promise rather than a question.
“What about your betrothal?”
“We need not worry about that. My mother will call the engagement off if I ask her. She has always preferred you anyway.”
A smile graced your lips and you let yourself succumb to his embrace, no longer caring if anyone caught the two of you.
You reached up, tugging his wig from his head, and tossed it aside as you ran your fingers through his natural curls.
He did not complain when you licked at your thumb and began to rub at the makeup on his face, smudging it as you tried to free him from beneath it.
You just wanted to see him as he was supposed to be, as you had rarely seen him before. The man underneath the royal title, beneath the mask — the man you loved.
“I love you,” he said again, leaning forward with a faint smile to brush his nose against yours, his lips only a pinhead’s width away from your own.
I love you. He would never tire of the words. He’d repeat them endlessly he if could, muttering them between kisses when his lips found yours again.
He had waited so long to say them, so long to hear them come from your lips as well. He’d convinced himself it was never going to happen, that you would only ever see him as a dear friend.
There was not a bird in the sky that could fly as high as he was feeling right at that moment, knowing that you harboured the same feelings for him. Knowing that you loved him too.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
You chuckled against his lips, smiling as you felt his arm tighten around your waist, pulling you closer than ever before. When the kisses ceased, he simply held you in his arms. His hands cupped your face, his thumb brushing tenderly across your flushed cheeks.
“I love you. I always have and I always will. Say you’ll marry me, I need to hear you say it. I need to know this is real.”
His voice was so quiet, so gentle. His eyes burning with adoration and desire. You were all he wanted — everything he wanted.
“Of course, I’ll marry you, you fool. I would have married you the very day we met if you had only asked.”
If it were even possible, he smiled wider and his lips found their place with yours once again.
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-EDDIE MASTERLIST-
🕷Super Freak Series🕷
🕸 Your Web, I’m Caught (the 1st) 🕸
Summary: The one where you’re miserable and drinking on your own at a party. And you run into maybe the last person you’d have expected on the outskirts. 7.6k words.
🕸 Is It My Body (the 2nd) 🕸
Summary: The one where Eddie gives you a ride home after your friend ditched you at a terrible party. 6.9k words.
🕸 Power of Suggestion (the 3rd) 🕸
Summary: You see Eddie at school after he gave you a lift home the other night. There’s definitely something you need to resolve. It’s mind over matter and there’s something you’re both after. 5.3k words.
🕸 Head Over Heels (the 4th) 🕸
Summary: Eddie visits you at the record store where you work. You end up making out in the storage room. 7.6k words.
🕸 Was it Love or Nicotine? (The 5th) 🕸
Summary: Eddie can’t seem to see you at school. He thinks you’re avoiding him til he finds out you’re sick. And he climbs in your window one night to bring you a can of soup. 12k words.
🕸Wolf Men & Secret Heists (the 6th)🕸
Summary: You and Eddie enjoy a rendezvous in a storage closet at school. Some inevitably dirty stuff happens. 9.2k words (smut)
🕸 Don’t need telling twice (the 7th)🕸
Summary: You go over to Eddie’s for a Movie Night date. And apparently, you’re both terrible at keeping quiet about what you want. 10.4k words. (No smut just sheer fluff)
🕸️ Vanilla Tobacco (the 8th) 🕸️
Summary: Eddie collects you for your ice cream/arcade date, he also gets to meet your mom. 10.9k words
🕸️Star Studded Gazes & Metal Men (the 9th) 🕸️
Summary: Your date goes very well- maybe a little to well under the stars at skull rock. 10.5k words (smut!)
🕸️ Girlfriend is Better (The 10th) 🕸️
Summary: You and Eddie face an unseen obstacle, which you manage to overcome with some hard cold vengeance. and then you hit him with an interesting offer... 10.k words (angst/tw violcence past assault)
🕸️ Can’t leave you in the wrong hands, baby (The 11th) 🕸️ OUT NOW!!!!
Summary: You and Eddie take the definitive step towards boyfriend and girlfriend. An empty house and a evening alone yields to a perfect evening of a first time, and much much more (11.2k words, so much SMUTTT)
-Drabbles/One Shots-
🕷Green is the Colour 🕷 - Eddie x Pencils Drabble - 6.6k words
Summary: Eddie being jealous that everyone in Hawkins is apparently getting a slice of Pencils after they start dating. (Jealous!Eddie themes) ends with fluff.
🚬 Messy Eddie Headcanons🚬
🎼🎙 Eddie working in the record store with Sal Headcanons = a.k.a sheer Chaos 🎙🎼
🔥NSFW Eddie Headcanons🔥
🎃 Trick? Or Treat? 🎃
Summary: Eddie’s friends are having trouble believing you’re really dating. They require a little proof- 3k. Funky little drabble really.
🍁 Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little boy like you 🍁
Summary: you celebrate your two year anniversary with Eddie at the place where it all began- At the Hawkins Fall carnival.
🍂 Halloween Headcanon’s for Eddie 🍂
Summary: Pretty much what it says on the tin. Halloween Headcanons with Eddie.
❤️ My Funny Valentine ❤️
Summary: A requested ask/drabble- Valentines Day- and suddenly you have a not so secret admirer.
❤️🔥 Drawing Mr. Munson ❤️🔥
Short drabble: what would drawing Eddie be like? In a nutshell, a challenge.
🩸VAMPIRE!EDDIE🩸One shot; 10k words- also on AO3 if you fancy-
🩸Love like Blood🩸
Summary; !! Dark fic !! Vamp!Eddie x Reader. 10k words. He fully believes hell has opened its snake jaw and devoured him whole- cause this is, just, unbelievable.
Okay, maybe he hasn’t been swallowed into hell.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s that hell has chewed him up, and spat him back out.
He tried to stand and is amazed when he can. Bearing his own weight again. Stood tall. Slowly creaking and cracking to life.
Life? Or Death?
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Detective (Murderer) Quinn
- Tainted Love, Part I
Summary: Inspired entirely by this post which I glimpsed via @ravensfromvalhalla from @ceriseheaven. As in the gif, what if Detective Quinn was actually a crazy psycho killer. Set in the 1980’s LA. Det Quinn x Reader.
‼️You don’t know I’m no good ‼️ Part II
Summary: Danger is far closer than you realise ‼️ TW: dark vibes, murder, death, violence, stalking ‼️ 3.6k words.
‼️Hungry like the wolf‼️ Part III
Summary: Quinn gets up close and personal. But he has an ulterior motive of course. ‼️TW dark vibes, knife violence and threatening ‼️ 4.1k words.
‼️ Like a fist. Like a Knife ‼️ Part IIII
Summary: Birdie is on the case - Quinn is onto her. The plot thickens- Slutty chaos ensues.
‼️ Hit me like a bad trip‼️ Part V
Summary: Some questions lead Birdie to the wrong side of town, good thing she’s got someone watching her back. Whether she wants them or not- turns out to be a good thing. Knights in shiny red Porsches. 7.2k words.
‼️ Girl in trouble (is a temporary thing) ‼️ Part VI
Summary: Birdie patches a bloodied Quinn up at her place. There’s nakedness, too much Bourbon, and a whole lot of smut involved. 9.9k words.
‼️ Have a horny little XXXmas - Det Quinn x Birdie festive one shot ‼️
‼️ NSFW ALPHABET ‼️ - For Detective Quinn - so much smut and filth
‼️ Hold the Bourbon‼️ Detective Quinn x Reader, Drabble.
Summary: Drabble from an ask, Detective Quinn laughing during sex - with an edge. ‼️TW ‼️Pure filth. Much smut.
‼️ Det Quinn Ask Drabble ‼️
Drabble/ask about Detective Quinn making you squirt
‼️Det Quinn Ask Drabble‼️ (so filthy)
Detective Quinn and how he would utterly devour you at all times (TW very filthy ask I LOVE IT)
‼️ Tied Up Too Tight‼️
Detective Quinn x Birdies first date? Sort of. Quick hint: Porsche hood, nasty sex and handcuffs. ‼️TW ‼️lots of filth oh lord. Seriously.
🔪❤️🩹 better watch out babes-
🥀 Pick Your Poison 🥀Prince Paul x Reader || Part I, 9.2k words
Summary: You have Mother Russia melted deep into the marrow of your bones, and you’re not afraid to grit your teeth and have a scrappy fight. Draw out a little of that pumping hot slavic blood you’re so proud of.
“Charmed.” You smile at him with your perfectly rouged lips. You sneer him like a viper. Like you’re another one of the delicious black widows formed from these courtly, poison-skated walls.
He stalks off and Minister Panin bows to you all. Scurries along after him like a puppy.
Catherine isn’t displeased or discouraged by her sons frosty behaviour. She was expecting it.
You watch him stride away. Sip your champagne and drag your eyes over his back. He must store such tension in those reedy shoulders. Keeps it stored under that ridiculous wig maybe.
All of Russia is owed to him by birth and he’s kept a hairs breadth from clutching it.
🥀 Keep watch over the door of my lips 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader, Drabble.
Summary: Newlyweds, noble jealousy, and vicious court gossip. They seldom mix. 1.7k words. (Only a dash of smut)
🥀 Necessary Evils 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader, Drabble.
Summary: Short drabble: Prince Paul + Tsarevna + Pregnancy sex = F I L T H
🥀 The Matter of a Good Taste 🥀
Summary: Short drabble: Prince Paul + Tsarevna + some let me make you feel better oral sex. (Filthy but sweet married filth)
🥀 And the stars sighed in unison 🥀
Summary: Short drabble: Prince Paul + Tsarevna + some pre-wedding sex and general naughtiness. (Fiancé filth)
🥀 Blessed be the bitter fruit 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader || Part II, 7.8k Words
Summary: Your marriage to Prince Paul and all the intimacy that follows, being love drunk newlyweds. (So much porn ok)
🥀Qualities of Mercy🥀
Summary: Prince Paul x Tsarevna Drabble inspired by the prompt: “If you want to come, you better beg.”
🥀 Traps with Baited Jaws 🥀 Prince Paul x Reader || Part III, 14.8k words,
Summary: There’s a snake in the palace garden. Blood spattered on Catherine’s pet rosebushes. Reader learns that Ruling all of Russia comes at a gutting price- (TW so much subby!Paul smut, violence, mentions of gore/death)
🍾 Ralph x Reader 🍾 short drabble/anon ask
Set in the 1920’s. Meeting Ralph at a wild party
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Would love to request a fluffy x reader with Prince Paul where the reader comforts him after a fight with his mother
thank you-> Prince Paul
A/n - I'm sorry this took forever- but I did it :D also this is a fem! Reader if you want me to change it to gn I can!
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God he hated that women, all he wanted to do was join the council. Run what his dad left that's all he wants. He wishes he was still here instead of that bloody mother of his. Walking to his apartment ready to just lay in bed with his amazing wife.
Pushing open the door signing taking of his white wig throwing it and unbuttoning his blouse. And grabbing his night clothes, he didn't notice you in the bed. Closing your book and placing it on the stand. Noticing how tense his shoulders are, making you slightly frown.
Walking to him as he finished putting on his night shirt. Hugging him from behind kissing his neck, "what did she say?" You asked putting your head on his shoulder "same thing as always.."
He turned to face you as you cupped his cheek "she'll come to her senses soon.." he sighed letting go of you too grab your hand, dragging you tye the bed. Letting go to get on his side as you got on yours. As soon as you hit the bed he moved to your chest, signaling that he wants to be held.
Putting your arm around him and the other lightly scratching his head. He sighed calmly "thank you.." he mumbled making you confused "for what dear?" "For loving me.." you frowned kissing his head "I should say that to you.."
He shook his head "I just love you so fucking much.." he said closing his eyes as you play with his curls "I love you too so fucking much.. always my love."
#°｡☆ -> [ PRINCE PAUL 💌 ]#prince paul x reader#prince paul#catherine the great#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn#joseph quinn fluff
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currently working on Prince Paul and a Leonard Bast requests if you’ve got any requests for theses characters below
Tom Grant (Make Up)
Arthur Havisham (Gender-Neutral!Reader Only)
Leonard Bast
Enjolras (PBS Masterpiece)
Prince Paul
Eddie Munson
Plz send them in
#joseph quinn#x reader#fanfic#fluff#headcanons#angst#romance#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#leonard bast x reader#prince paul x reader#tom grant x reader#arthur havisham#enjolras x reader
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The struggle.
#joseph quinn#joey2chainz#stranger things#arthur havisham#dickensian#tom grant#spotify#arthur havisham fluff#eddie munson#fanfic#leonard bast#enjolras#makeup#prince paul#billy knight#pedro pascal#pedro pascal is daddy#zaddy af#papichulo
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✧ "Salvation; Devotion"
16! stormbringer! Chuuya x fem! reader
✧ summary: being targeted by paul verlaine after being chuuyas friend, though when he comes to talk to you with a european detective, it seems to be more than friendship.
✧ content: small oneshot, fluff, angst (kinda), adam + angsty teenagers
✧ w/c: 1.4k
Chuuya - meaning "loyalty, devotion"
Nakahara - meaning "central plain"
His devotion was not only his strongest attribute, but his most tender weakness.
You knew a boy. He was young and short, but fiery and strong. He was mysterious, born with unknown origins, and walked the wrong path, that's why he's not only humanity's most destructive weapon but a lowly, pitiful, criminal.
It was something you weren't, though you didn't mind much.
But under the guise of celestial imperfections, Chuuya was a constellation falling into place. He was beautiful. Sunkissed with the kind of foreign beauty you’d see in actors that would play some sort of prince. Your first examination of him was his wealthy and neatly ironed clothing—the kind of blazers and shoes that you’d find in a modelling campaign. Even the accented cuffs of his clothing were underlined with emerald or other precious stones. Then, his silky russet hair, one thrown into a low ponytail—the hairstyle itself still retained a strong masculinity despite the length. Or maybe that came from the musky cologne he constantly wore. A hint of cigarettes, strawberries and that strong scent of virile.
The soft glow from his copper locks then shifted to the fitted collar around his neck—an odd fashion choice, but it really accentuated the ivory of his skin. Soft, sun-kissed skin that’d make its way to his face. A beautiful face, really. Delicate and angelic features with a permanent scowl tugging on his lips—soft pink lips. Chuuya's eyes reflected a fine smoky quartz. His cheeks and nose kissed with a few scattered freckles.
You wondered why a boy so sublime had the status of an onerous beast. Even he took the words that held the weight of a blade and cut himself until he was reduced to the slit of a knife.
You met that same boy, a masterpiece ripped at every edge, not in the dangers of the mafia, but where a silver line stretches to the sea. Where the sun meets the sky, where the light shines.
But even then, you treated him differently. You didn't treat him like he was something fragile. Neither did you treat him like the monstrosity he was sought out to be. You didn't worship him, nor did you greatly depend on him. Instead, you found his humanity and treated him as such. Once a stranger, then a friend, then..
Nevermind.
"Chuuya?!"
You heard the calamity of each step he took to reach you, the boy stopping to pant. "[Y/N].. we need to talk." next to the redhead, was a tall European man with short brown hair, he didn't look tired at all compared to Chuuya. "Greetings, my name is Adam Frankenstein." You cocked a brow at his monotonous voice, the way his mouth moved didn't seem in sync with his words either. "You're rather special, Master Chuuya spent almost 7 hours looking for yo-" Adam explained briefly, causing the redhead to grimace and cut him off, "Shut it, will ya?!"
...
You heaved a bothersome sigh, elbows planted on a cafe table as the two men sat in front of you. "So.. why do you need me, Chuuya?" you question, fiddling with your fingers, "And who's he?.." your gaze uplifts to the brunette foreigner, which the man carefully takes a pack of gum and begins to unfold it, popping a piece in his mouth, before swallowing it. Your eyebrows furrow in a moment of youthful distaste.
Chuuya clutches the cup of tea between his gloved fingers and murmurs something intangible, "Adam's a detective from Europole, investigating Verlaine. He wants to know more about him, which is why he's been following me around.." he finally explains, taking a calculated and almost frustrated sip of his tea.
"Verlaine. Who's Verlaine?" You ask momentarily, causing the redhead to part his lips to answer, but you quickly halt as the detective swallows another piece of gum down his throat. "And why is he chewing gum like that?"
"That's what I'm sayin'!" the teenager half-seriously slams the cup of tea on the table, "He swallows it like a nutjob. You need help, tin man." Chuuya scoffs, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat almost nervously.
"You need help. You spent 6 hours and 47 minutes looking for h-" the brunette explains with a hint of sass in his voice, the redhead's eyes widening in shock, "I said shut up!"
You shuffle in your seat awkwardly as the two men argue. Scratching the back of your neck before Chuuya finally settles down, patting down the cashmere of his suit.
"So here's the thing about Verlaine.. he's this batshit crazy assassin, and uh.. here's the real kicker.." the mafioso mutters, fiddling with his gloved fingers uneasily. "You're gonna be the bait."
Your jaw immediately drops, a hand clasping over your chest in the offence. "Excuse me?! For what?.. to get killed?!" Chuuya looks distressed at your response, seeking Adam's gaze for at least a little help in his later response.
"Your safety is ensured. We just need to lure Verlaine out, so Master Chuuya can eliminate him." the detective explains rather calmly, fishing for something in the pocket of his suit before handing a chocolate bar to you. "Here, sugar helps with stress." the redhead smiles awkwardly at Adam's response, giving a nervous thumbs up.
You snatch the chocolate bar with a bit of attitude, eyes narrowing to Chuuya as the boy inhales sharply, "I thought I wouldn't get involved in your mafia affairs, now I have to die?" you ask with furrowed brows, anger cracking in your voice. Causing the teenager to gulp in slight fear, a rare sight to Adam, as he's never sensed fear from Master Chuuya. Especially to a young girl like you.
"Well, you won't die... More like, almost die." The detective explains, hoping he'd ease your nerves at least a bit. "Doesn't matter! M'not doing it!" You shout in vexation, hopping up from your seat as you pick up your school bag. "Plus, I couldn't if I wanted to, anyway," you murmur,
"Wait.. why?" Chuuya asks with conviction.
your gaze adverts to the different sights in the area: the park bench, passersby, and the cafe's menu. Anything but Chuuya's confused face.
"Uhm.. I have a project that's due tomorrow, and I didn't start yet."
"You can't be serious!"
The teenager runs up to you in frustration, you clutch your bag as you turn to him. "Oh, but I am!" you remark, walking faster as the brunette detective catches up. "I'm very serious! After all, this is a serious project!"
The redhead pants and wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead, "You're really gonna prioritise a school project over your own life?!" he cries out, still trying to catch up to you.
"Anything is better than being bait for the Port Mafia!" You yell out, settling your argument atop a bridge, ignoring how the sun was starting to set in an arrangement of oranges and pinks. "Shit- Don't say that so loud!"
"I'd rather finish a school project than become bait for the Port Mafia!!"
You repeat again, louder this time. Chuuya pinches his nose bridge in frustration, tilting his head up towards the setting sun. And upon you halting your swift steps, the redhead finally catches up to you, and to your surprise, he grabs your hand to spin you around.
"Look, I had a shitty week too!" the boy lets go of your hand, making you huff a little bit. But instead of letting you go, he cups both of your cheeks and pulls you close, his gaze never averting from yours. "People that mattered to me died, so many of them," the teenager explains, a melancholic glint lingering in his pretty eyes, you could see it all from the close proximity of his face. "and I'd do anything for you to not be one of those people."
You gulp hard as your eyes scan over the glass of his eyes, the once stormy grey now welling holding back tears.
Silence.
Adam clears his throat, standing beside you and the mafioso awkwardly, "Apologies for interrupting. But this whole exchange is very childish. Master Chuuya, don't you think there are better words to articulate your romantic feelings towards [Y/N]?.. Perhaps after this all over, you can solve this by getting into a relationship-" you and the boy both retort at the detective in unison:
"Shut up, Adam!"
...
"Okay, I'll help you." you frown with conviction, "You owe me a school project, though."
The redhead presses two fingers to his glabella, "I'll send someone to complete it for you."
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one-shots
(*) alone, in my mind (14k words)
(*) our little secret (1.7k words)
(*) rentals & records (11.4k words)
(*) reader gets hot & heavy with Eddie in his van (blurb)
(*) eddie begs reader about babies (1.1k words)
(*) eddie & his soft/sadistic girlfriend (1.9k words)
(*) shower sex shenanigans (2k words)
lovesick & touchstarved eddie (1.5k)
(*) eddie reacts to reader’s nipple piercings (tiny blurb)
(*) eddie’s flirty tutor, strip game
(*) spitting kink with eddie
(*) high sex with eddie
(*) take it slow (3k words)
mute!reader & eddie’s crush confessions (1.8k words)
(*) reader catches eddie masturbating (2.5k words)
(*) shy sub!eddie (2.4k words)
(*) break up sex with eddie [pt2] (2.6k words)
(*) eddie with a tongue piercing
(*) reader buys weed from eddie, has never smoked in the entire life (5k words)
(*) ghostface!eddie (15k words)
vamp!eddie x hunter!reader (4k words), (*) p2
eddie teasing reader over stuffed bear (2k words)
(*) eddie going down on reader in his throne chair (3k words)
(*) brat!reader and slight dom!eddie
(*) shy/quiet reader forcing herself to stay silent during sex
(*) manhandling and rough!eddie
eddie breaks into reader’s apartment on accident
(*) oral fixation/hand kink (5k words)
(*) reader edging eddie
eddie helping drunk reader on halloween
(*) dirty little secret (5.5k words)
(*) dacryphilia
(*) double trouble [munson twins] (8.3k words)
eddie taking dick pics for the reader to use (festive dick pics, part 2)
(*) squirting with eddie
eddie catches reader showering at his place
(*) dad!eddie x babysitter!reader (5.6k words)
(*) rockstar!eddie x clueless to who he is!reader
(*) eddie’s sex preferences
(*) stuckup!reader & gross!eddie hate fuck
reader commenting on eddie’s eyes (fluff)
(*) perv!/dom eddie and breath play on him
eddie in the short gym shorts (blurb)
reader buys eddie new clothes
neighbor!reader, eddie doesn’t notice her for years
(*) naughty shenanigans in a closet (cum sharing)
(*) eddie & reader / fluid bonding
(*) uncut!eddie
(*) mean!eddie mocking during sex
(*) friends to benefits turned lovers
glasses!eddie
(*) modern!eddie gets readers nudes by accident
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(*) finished — don't hang up (p1, p2, p3)
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(*) ongoing — faking it [fake dating au] (p1)
(*) finished — camera shy [camboy!eddie] (p1, p2)
(*) ongoing — simple rules [single dad!eddie] (p1, p2)
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(*) oral fixation and messing around while high
(*) dick measuring contest
ENJOLRAS (BBC LES MIS)
(*) hate fucking enjolras (traitor!reader)
TOM GRANT (MAKE UP)
(*) bestfriend!reader edging tom
(*) morning sex with tom
(*) soft dom!tom
PRINCE PAUL (CATHERINE THE GREAT)
(*) chambermaid!reader and paul (infidelity)
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: Marshall/ em x fem reader
Y/N and Marshall have a baby girl together (Lilly around 4 or 5 ) and when there around the dinner table she happens to mention that she wants a new sibling so her parents (Y/N and Marshall) talk her into an animal in substitution of a child . But that brings on the topic of having another baby between Marshall and Y/N
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One last baby ? - One Shot
Eminem x FemReader
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You sighed as you rummaged through the pile of clothes that you needed to donate to Goodwill. Your daughter had grown up so much in the past few months that she almost needed a new wardrobe. It wasn’t an issue in and of itself, but you had a hard time parting ways with the clothes that no longer fit her. Your baby girl was growing up and even though it was amazing to see her blossom, it broke your heart. It seemed like yesterday, you were bringing her home from the hospital, starting your journey as a mom. And now, she was about to turn five. She was no longer your little baby : she was becoming more and more independent, she didn’t need you to do everything for her anymore. Soon, she would no longer need you to hold your hand or cut her food. If you’d known how fast time would go by, you would have cherished these moments even more than you had.
Your little Lily was a dream come true : you had spent so many nights wishing for a baby, praying that you would be a mom someday, waiting for the right man to come along. But after you had turned thirty-five, you had grown tired of waiting for Prince Charming and you had taken matters into your own hands. Thanks to science, you didn’t need to be in a relationship to have a baby, and you’d rather have one on your own and be a single mom than settle for anyone, just for the sake of starting a family. You had been told countless times that your standards were too high and that you were selfish for wanting to have a baby on your own, but it didn’t matter. You knew it was the right time to be a mom so you decided to become one. It wasn’t easy, but with the help of a fertility clinic and after two rounds of IVF and nine months of sickness, you had welcomed your beautiful baby girl. She was your biggest blessing and you were incredibly happy that you hadn’t decided to wait for Mister Right.
Ironically, you had ended up meeting him merely four months after you had Lily. You had moved from New York to Michigan after being hired by Paul Rosenberg. You were already involved in the music industry, working in A&R, but you were looking for a higher position and a better salary, and you had been told there was an opportunity at Shady Records. You had always thought you wanted to work for a bigger, more prestigious label, but as soon as you had been told about the job, you knew you had to apply : everything in the job description was right up your alley, the money was good and it offered you enough flexibility to be able to raise your daughter as a single mother. Applying turned out to be one of your best decisions, right after deciding to have your daughter : you loved your job and, through it, you met Marshall. At first, your relationship was strictly professional, but you quickly became friends. Technically speaking, he was your boss, but even though the job could be demanding, he was extremely understanding and supportive of your role as a single mom. Whenever Lily was sick or there was a problem at daycare, you were allowed to leave early, work from home or even have your baby with you. It probably helped that your daughter was adorable and that the whole team had fallen in love with her. She had also fallen in love with them, especially Marshall, who had a way with children. She had quickly become obsessed with him, which was not really surprising, since he was always making faces at her, tickling her and playing with her. She loved sitting on his lap and playing with him. Especially when he let her push the buttons on the mixing desk. She loved being at the studio, and every time you took her, she was having a blast. At first, you didn’t want to take her too often, as you were here to work and that little kids could be a nuisance, but Marshall assured you it was fine. At some point, you ended up taking Lily to work a bit more. He was working on a new album and you had to put in more hours, which you didn’t mind, the only issue being that daycare closed too early. However, Marshall had come through and set up a small space for Lily with a crib, some toys and a playpen, so that you could have her with you and still work. Small gestures like this were what led you to fall for him in the first place. He was the kindest man you had ever met. Still, at first, you were a bit reluctant to accept when he asked you on a date. He was your boss and your daughter was your absolute priority. Nonetheless, he managed to win you over after months of flirting. In the beginning, you didn’t think it was going to be too serious and you weren’t too sure about letting a man into your and your daughter’s life, but your relationship ended up moving pretty quickly. From the start, he let you know that he was serious about your relationship and that he wanted to include Lily in your plans. Being a father himself, he understood that she was your priority. So he became a staple in your life and Lily’s and they formed a bond of their own. He became one of her favorite people and she even graced him with her first steps, one late night in the studio. She wanted to go and hug him and you expected her to crawl as usual, but she walked from the couch to his chair. You were jealous, but also really happy that she loved him so much. The feeling was mutual. In fact, the day he proposed to you, he also proposed to her ! You had been dating for over a year at this point and were practically living together.
I don’t remember you telling me about Lily’s full name, he said one night at dinner. Does she have a middle name ?
No, you said. I wanted to keep it simple.
And she was born in New York, right ? He asked.
Yes, you confirmed with a smile. Why ?
Nothing, he said. My lawyer just wanted the information.
Your lawyer ? You asked confused.
Yeah, I was considering updating my will, he said casually. To include Lily, you know ?
You stared at him in shock.
Wait… Why would you do that ? You asked.
Just in case something happens to me, he explained. I want her to be taken care of. I would also like to set up a small trust for her. That way, she can pay for college, that kind of thing.
You don’t have to do that, you said. I’ll pay for her studies myself. She’s my daughter, my responsibility, not yours.
What if we changed that ? He asked with a smile. What if she was our daughter ?
You want to… adopt her ? You asked in shock. You don’t have to -
I know I don’t have to, he chuckled. But I want to. I love her as much as I love my daughters. I change her diapers, I read to her, I tuck her in… I do all of that Dad stuff already, and I love it. I want to care for her as much as I can.
You were moved, seeing how much he cared about her. They had a great bond and he was right, he was already a father figure to her. He was there everyday and took care of her as if she was his. Still, you were nervous. It was a big step and you didn’t want him to regret his decision.
What if we break up ? You asked nervously. Have you thought about it ?
I have, he smiled. And it wouldn’t change anything to how I feel about Lily.
Ok, you said emotionally. I guess we could do that.
He got up and took you in his arms before kissing both of your hands. Then, he took Lily from her high chair and gave her a kiss, making her giggle. She leaned and rested her head against his.
What do you say, princess ? Do you want me to be your Daddy? He asked softly.
She cooed and brought her little hand to his face. She wasn’t too talkative yet. She was very active, but when it came to talking, she didn’t seem too keen. It didn’t matter much, because she was very good at making sure everyone understood her. He kissed her again before putting her back so she could keep on eating her finger food. He kissed you tenderly and stroked your cheek.
Before we make it official, I do have something to tell you, though, he said.
Yes ? You asked nervously.
I didn’t actually take Lily to the park today, he confessed with a smile.
Where were you then? You asked confused. You were gone all afternoon.
Running errands, he said with a smile. I needed Lily’s help to pick up something.
You stared at him and waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t say more. Instead, he reached in his pocket and took out a small box. Understanding where this was going, you covered your hand with your mouth, tears starting to well in your eyes as he got down on one knee.
You had been married for almost three years now and you couldn’t ask for more. You were about to turn forty and you felt incredibly lucky : you had an amazing husband, with whom you had a beautiful blended, tight-knit family. Even if Lily was not his biological child, she took a lot after Marshall. They had the same way of pursing their lips when they were frustrated and you could swear she was his when she gave a side-eye whenever she found something annoying. The looks were all yours, but the sassiness was all his. You loved that she took a bit after him. In hindsight, it wasn’t too surprising : he had been in her life for so long, she didn’t have any memory of life without him. She knew he wasn’t her biological dad, but it didn’t matter. She was definitely a Daddy’s girl. You had a special bond of your own with Lily, but she had him wrapped around her finger. It was the sweetest thing ever, although you sometimes worried that if he kept on indulging her in everything, she would turn into a brat. Although, whenever you touched on the subject, he shrugged it off. Still, you were afraid that if she asked for a pony, you would end up with one in the living room. Or worse, with Marshall actually purchasing stables and turning into a farmer. When it came to his princess, your husband seemed virtually unable to say no. He often used the excuse that his other kids were grown up and that Lily wouldn’t be his baby for too long.
You heard the front door as Marshall brought Lily home from preschool. You left your pile of clothing and went to greet the loves of your life. She was on his shoulders as you walked down the stairs.
Look Mommy, I’m tall, she giggled.
I see that, baby, you chuckled. Didn’t we say that you had to walk on your own and that Daddy had to stop carrying you on his shoulders all the time, though ?
It’s fine, he said. I only carried her for half of the way.
See ? Your daughter asked. Daddy says it’s ok.
You rolled your eyes and stared at your husband who was beaming. He gently let her down and she went to play in the living room.
You’re turning her into a lazy person, you chuckled.
Come on, let me enjoy this, he said with a smile. She’s starting elementary school next year and I’m not ready yet. I can’t believe my baby is turning five…
We still have to see what we’re getting her, you reminded him.
How about a puppy ?
You stared at him in disbelief. She had been talking about getting a puppy for ages but you weren’t so sure. A puppy was a lot of work and she was still too young to help around with it. Plus, Marshall would soon go on tour and you would be busy enough.
We’re not getting her a puppy, you said. No way.
She’s been talking about it for a while, he pointed out. And you see how crazy she is about the neighbor's corgi.
Well she can keep on playing with him, you chuckled. But my hands will already be full while you’re on tour, with Lily, the house, work… I don’t need a puppy on top of that.
We’ll see, he said.
He seemed pretty sure that you would change your mind, but there was no way. At dinner, you decided to quiz your daughter about what she would like for her birthday. Hopefully, she had her eye set on a Barbie.
Tell me, baby, what do you want for your birthday ? You asked.
A sister ! She said giddily.
You already have three sisters, you reminded her. You have Lainey, Hailie and Stevie.
I want a little sister ! She corrected.
You and Marshall stared at each other for a second. That was new. Lily was surrounded by adults and had never shown too much interest in other children.
A little sister ? Marshall asked. Where does that come from ?
My friend Emma is going to have a little sister, she said. I want one too. And I can play with her all the time.
You were about to turn forty and you had never really thought about having another baby after Lily. With Marshall having three daughters of his own, your family felt complete. Plus, you didn’t keep a fond memory of your pregnancy. The successive rounds of IVF had been testing, so had been the next nine months.
You know what would be great to play with ? You asked nervously.
What ? She asked with a huge smile.
A puppy, you said.
Marshall looked at you with a shit-eating grin. Your daughter shrieked in excitement.
Can we get one like Elton ? She asked, referring to the neighbor’s dog.
Of course, baby, Marshall said with a huge smile.
And then, the baby can play with it too !
You looked sheepishly at Marshall who shrugged. You figured that it was best not to say anything and focus on the puppy. After all, it was probably her age. All kids wanted younger siblings, right ? When Lily was finally in bed, you went to your bedroom with your husband.
So… You agreed to the dog, he grinned.
I deflected, you admitted. It was either that or a baby, so…
It’ll be great, he reassured you. Plus, when I’m on tour, she won’t miss me as much if she has a dog to come home to.
You’re right, you said. I must say I’m a bit anxious though. She’ll miss you a lot.
I will miss her too, he said. I will miss both of you, actually. The offer for you to come still stands, you know ?
I have work and she has school, you reminded him.
Preschool, he chuckled.
That’s important, you said.
Nothing we can’t teach her on our own, he said. I would love to have you with me. And Lily could see the world a little bit. That’s just as important as school.
How about work ? You mused.
Let me check with your boss… Oh wait, that's me, he chuckled. He says it’s fine. Plus, you can get work done from anywhere.
What about the dog ?
One of the girls can take care of it, he shrugged. I mean, Stevie has three big dogs, so I doubt a small one would be a problem.
We’ll see, you said.
You started getting ready for bed. The pile of Lily’s clothes you were sorting earlier was still on the bed.
What’s that ? Marshall asked as he rummaged through them.
Some of Lily’s old clothes, for Goodwill, you said. I’d keep them, but there’s no room in her closet.
You’re getting rid of all of that ? he asked sheepishly.
You knew him well enough to know he would get sentimental. Getting rid of your daughter’s baby clothes was emotional for you too, but on a practical level, it didn’t make much sense to hoard them.
Come on, Y/N, he said. You can’t get rid of this dress. Or those PJs. She was so cute in them.
She outgrew them long ago, you pointed out. It would be better if someone had a use for them, don’t you think ?
We could have a use for them, he said before kissing you seductively.
Oh really ? You asked as you raised an eyebrow.
He nodded with a grin and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back as he pushed you on the bed, attempting to undress you.
Wait, seriously ? You asked confused. You’d like another child ?
I mean… I’m not against the idea, he said with a smile.
At our age ? I mean, you just turned fifty and I’m turning forty soon. Isn’t that a little late ?
You know, I didn’t expect to have another child in my forties, he said referring to Lily, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. And when I see Lily, I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind having another one just like her. It helps that you seem to make beautiful babies, too. I’d enjoy having one last baby with you. Maybe have a boy ?
He was smiling, staring lovingly at you. You had never talked about having another child together. As he had told you in the past, after his divorce, he had been pretty adamant about being done with the whole marriage and baby-making thing. Obviously, he hadn’t planned on you and Lily walking into his life but still, knowing how views, you never tried to push anything on him. To be fair, you had never even considered the possibility of having a child together. He definitely took you by surprise, but you weren’t fully against the idea either. He was an amazing father to all four kids and you knew a fifth one wouldn’t be an exception.
What do you think, beautiful ? He asked as he stroked your cheek.
I don’t know, you admitted. That’s a little tempting, I must admit. But I never saw us trying for a baby. Like, do we want to be that couple, planning intercourse, counting cycles and everything ? Also, what if it doesn’t work ? I don’t want to do IVF again. That shit is trying. And pregnancy is no picnic either. For Lily, I struggled a lot, I was sick all the time.
First of all, if we decide to do this, I’ll be here every step of the way, he reassured you. You were on your own when you had her, but this time, it would be different. And if it doesn’t work… Well, it doesn’t. We already have four amazing kids, I’ll survive without a fifth one. I don’t want to put pressure on it. Let’s put it this way : if we had an unplanned pregnancy, I’d welcome it with open arms. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. If you don’t want to, that’s cool. But if you’re up for it, so am I.
Ok, you said softly. One last baby.
He beamed at you and kissed you. He seemed truly overjoyed by the possibility of welcoming another baby. One last one.
I’ve never tried for a baby, he chuckled. This is going to be fun.
Cut the BS, Mathers, you giggled. You’re the most experienced man I know, when it comes to babymaking.
No I’m serious, he explained. I’ve never had one on purpose. They all came my way. Hailie was definitely a surprise, obviously we didn’t plan on taking Alaina in, I definitely wasn’t expecting Kim to be pregnant with Steve when I got back with her, same with Lily… I’ve never actively tried for a baby.
Still, by the looks of it, I’d say it was fate, you said. You ended up with four daughters.
And maybe fate has another one in store for me, he chuckled. Regardless, I think I will have a lot of fun trying for baby number five.
I still have to get off birth control, you giggled.
Good thing you’re taking the pill and you can just skip it, he grinned as he playfully grabbed your ass.
So we’re really doing this ? You beamed.
We are, he said as he kissed you. And now you have no choice but to come on tour with me. For the sake of trying. You know I don’t half-ass it.
What if I get pregnant before then ? You asked playfully, although you knew it was unlikely.
All the more reason, he said. That way I can take care of you. That would be awesome, actually. How great would it be if you were pregnant by Lily’s birthday ? She’d be overjoyed.
You chuckled and stared at him. Lily’s birthday was just around the corner and there was no way you’d be pregnant by then, or at least not far along enough for you to announce it.
Are you trying to convince me to have a child just because she wants a sibling ? You joked with a falsely offended face.
I’m not, he chuckled. But what Lily wants, she gets, I guess ?
What’s next then ? You wondered as you rolled your eyes. A pony ?
I’m saving the idea for Christmas, actually, he said in a serious voice although you seriously hope he was joking.
Shut up and put a baby in me, you ordered him.
He pushed you on the bed again and wasted no time before undressing you. That night, the lovemaking was even better than usual. He was right : trying for that baby would be a lot of fun indeed, whether or not it ended up working.
Epilogue
The two of you tried for a few months, without bothering to plan intercourse or doing impossible math to try and figure out when you were ovulating and, eventually, you became pregnant for the second time. Marshall was over the moon when you told him and, as promised, he was here every step of the way. He was ecstatic when the two of you went for your first ultrasound appointment.
I get to see my son, he said with a smile.
It’s too early to know the gender, Marshall, you giggled.
I know it’s a boy, he said. Fate, remember ? It’s all part of the plan, I’m telling you.
Right. Because that’s usually how it works out for you and children, you joked.
You were pretty sure you were having a girl. You didn’t really care about the gender, but it was just a gut feeling that you had. As long as the baby was healthy, it didn’t matter anyway.
Here it is, the doctor said as she pointed at the screen. Your baby.
Oh my God, Marshall said as he held your hand, visibly overcome with emotion.
Is everything alright ? You asked.
From the looks of it, yes, she said with a smile as she moved the probe on your belly. Wait…
You felt your heart strain and Marshall held your hand a little tighter as both of you tensed up. You were silently praying, hoping that your baby was healthy. After a minute, the doctor turned to you.
Congratulations, she said. You’re expecting twins. And they’re perfectly healthy.
Marshall almost fell off his chair. If the pregnancy was no surprise, that turn of event was unexpected. As far as you knew, neither of you had twins in the family. You were a little shocked but really happy.
So even when it’s planned, it’s really not, your husband chuckled as he kissed your hand.
I think you're doomed for surprises, my love.
#eminem#marshall mathers#slim shady#eminem fanfiction#eminem x reader#eminem fluff#eminem imagine#marshall mathers x reader#marshall mathers imagine#marshall mathers headcanons
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Hey hon! Could I request Prince Paul during the birth of his first child? I think he’d be adorable with a daughter
absolutely!! i love this idea so much and might even do little blurbs of his daughter growing up? do we like that idea??
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word count: 1.3k
genre: fluff!
summary: labour isn’t fun for anyone, but once you see your husbands reaction to your ray of sunshine, you decide it just might be worth it.
warnings: mentions of pregnancy, depictions of labour, cursing, children?
notes: had so much fun writing this
“Don’t touch me!” You screamed out just as your husband went to take your hand in his, attempting to console you as much as he could, “Do not put your hands on me.”
Pregnancy was a bitch. The day that you discovered you were pregnant was magical, especially when you had told your husband, Prince Paul. He was ecstatic. Paul was a sweet man under his tough exterior, so when you revealed to him that you were expecting, he reacted with such blissful happiness that you felt your heart would fall out of your chest.
“The maids believe me to be pregnant.” You whispered softly from where you stood in front of Paul’s desk. It wasn’t often that you interrupted him when he was in his office, but this simply couldn’t wait, “They say it seems as though I’m five months, they can’t be sure though. I know it is sooner than you wanted, especially with you going overseas in a month.”
Paul looked up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. There were a few papers in his hands that he was previously gazing over, “Pregnant?” He asked. He rushed to set the papers down, standing from his seat across the desk from you.
You clasped your hands in front of your stomach, nodding, “Yes.” You attempted to hide the smile on your face, but you just couldn’t. You wanted nothing more than to raise a child, especially with Paul by your side. You wanted to see him exhibit softness and care towards his very own child, the same softness he exhibited towards you.
Paul rounded the table and looked at your stomach quickly, “A child.” He whispered, his words low, barely audible for even him to hear, “Our very own…Oh, this will be wonderful! To see you glow will be so amazing, and to hold our little love in a few months? I am staying home, I’ll stay home.”
And so, the rest of your pregnancy consisted of Paul taking care of you as much as possible. He refused to let the maids make your baths, taking it into his own hands. He would deliver your breakfast when you felt you couldn’t get out of bed. He would constantly bring you the prettiest flowers from the garden, ones he had picked himself.
Not only this, but he put up with your incredible mood changes, taking the harsh criticisms with pride as well as getting used to simply saying ‘Yes dear’.
So here you were, sprawled on the large bed in your own personal bedchamber, not the one that you and Paul shared. You had maids surrounding you, prepping towels and wet clothes while a doctor sat at the end of the bed, waiting between your legs until he could tell you to push.
Paul was right by your side, refusing to leave you, even if you asked him to. He barely looked like the Prince Paul that he portrayed to the outside world. He had on a loose, white bed shirt, as well as suit pants. The most beautiful part though, was how he was makeup free, as well as his own brown curls sitting upon his head, instead of that horrid wig he wore.
“My love, I am just trying to comfort you.” Paul reassured you, gently wiping a wet cloth along your forehead, wiping the glistening sweat off your face, “You look so gorgeous.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and scoffed, “Gorgeous? I look like a drowned camel! I have sweat dripping down my face and into places I didn’t know existed, my skin is sticky and red, and you are going to sit there and tell me I look gorgeous!? I am soon pushing a human out of my vagina!”
Paul’s eyes widened and he looked around the room awkwardly, “Darling, you-...you always look gorgeous.” He stammered, looking over you for a moment in admiration. He loved you always, even now as you laid on the bed, nightgown pulled just between your belly and breasts, strands of hair clinging to your sweaty forehead.
You took his gaze of admiration as a look of disgust though, in your very cloudy and very pregnant brain, “You think I look horrible.” You whispered, eyes beginning to water with salty tears. They threatened to spill like heavy waterfalls.
Paul quickly shook his head and leaned down, pressing a brief but passionate kiss to your lips, attempting the to show the pure love he felt for you, “Not at all. I think you look like the prettiest woman alive.” He reasoned, pressing another kiss to your lips just as you screamed out in pain.
“Princess Y/N, it is time.” The doctor spoke at the end of the bed, earning an unsatisfied grumble from you.
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Your eyes fluttered open in the dim lighting of the bedroom, the surroundings much quieter and comforting than they had been hours previously. You rubbed your eyes but kept still due to the pain in your lower half, laying on your side.
The room was lit up by the lanterns placed around the room, as well as the golden sunlight shining through the tall windows. It was comforting with how dim it was. It felt intimate.
Your eyes caught onto movement in the middle of the room. It was Paul, his back to you as he slowly swayed, murmurs coming from his pink lips, “Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?” His pitch heightened with the next few words of his lullaby, his voice singing out through the room, “Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!”
You smiled happily, watching as Paul spun around softly, holding your child in his arms as he recited the lyrics to the traditional lullaby, one you had heard many times as a child. Albeit by your maids, but that didn’t matter.
“Shall we check on mama? Hm? See if she is awake…” Paul whispered softly, as his feet pattered closer to the bed, “She is getting some much needed rest after dealing with us, hm?”
You hummed and carefully sat up, “I am awake.” You revealed, earning an incredibly attractive smile from your husband. It was full of love and care, pure admiration, but it never ceased to make you swoon, “Did I not get to hold them?” You questioned, not remembering anything after hearing crying.
Paul shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed next to you, his arms wrapped securely around your sleeping newborn, “You fell asleep almost immediately after pushing her out, I was worried at first until the doctor checked you out.” He explained to you how quickly you had passed out due to exhaustion, “Had my heart racing, just thinking that I may have lost you.”
You reached a hand out and caressed his cheek lovingly stroking your thumb along his cheekbone, “I am right here. You won’t get rid of me that easy, angel.” Your eyes moved down to the child in his arms, the physical display of your love for each other, “‘Her’?” You repeated.
Paul’s eyes scanned your face, nodding softly, “Her.” He confirmed, his gaze turning back to the infant in his arms, “Gorgeous, isn’t she? Perfection. Just absolute perfection.”
“I feel as though she might steal you away from me.” You laughed softly, the scratchiness of your throat coming through. You had screamed a lot.
Paul simply shook his head, softly sliding the fingertips of his right hand against your daughter's cheek, earning a scrunched nose in response, “No one could ever steal me away from you…except, maybe, her.” He laughed as well, finally moving his head to look at you, “Hold her, she feels like sunshine.”
Your husband placed the bundle of joy in your arms as you held them out. You carefully leaned back against the headboard, a content sigh emanating from your lips. Paul moved so he was sitting next to you, his chin resting on your shoulder while he placed a hand on your knee.
You sat in silence for a moment before Paul spoke, “I am so proud of you.” He informed you, turning his head up so he could look at you, “You did so well, my love. Had me falling even more in love with you. Had no idea that was possible.”
You gazed at Paul, taking in his appearance, savouring it. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Thank you for being there, despite my yelling.”
Paul just waved you off with a happy smile, settling back on your shoulder, “Ah, it was all worth it. Lovely little princess.” He whispered and reached forward, stroking his hand over her swaddled form.
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By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Part 5
Summary: Prince Paul is married.
Notes/Warning: I read and I imagined the wedding…and celebrations that would commence. I also added a dash of what I’d like to imagine. Please do not take it for at all historically accurate. I used Almond Blossoms for fertility, Red Lilies for Passion & Love, Peonies for Marriage. Dated concepts of marriage.
You can still imagine the dynamic between Paul and reader. I just thought it would be cute that now without shoes and/or boots, that she is a lot shorter
18+ only please. Consensual. P in V sex. Paul takes reader’s virginity. I make reference to how he may eventually be more dommy & his temper.
Once again…ty so much for reading. ❤️s and reblogs are very appreciated. Along with any comments/feedback! Enjoy!
His fingers grazed your gloved ones. His breath caught in his throat at this brief moment that transpired. Your pinkies entwined. Your eyes met, exhaled and your fingers separated.
“May safety and health be on your side as you travel home.”
You turned, your lips gave him the gentlest of smiles. “Your words bring warmth to my heart. They will help in travels.”
*******
The air was crisp, leaves chased each other like the letters the two of you sent each other.
….with this being our final letter my beloved.
I look forward to the day, when I am able to finally lift your vail on our wedding day.
May these final days fly on the wings of a hawk.
With relish, he put his quill back into the inkwell. A smile played on his lips as he sealed with wax and had it sent off.
The next few days did indeed fly by. The last stitches were made in his wedding coat. The buttons were polished. His boots were as well.
Soon opulent banquets, balls were held. The festivities were held. All of it was terribly exciting, yet he yearned for the day; you would finally be man and wife.
******
As he laid against the bath, his heart thudded hard in his chest. His excitement consumed him. The warm stones pulled a sigh from him as he allowed himself to relax. The eucalyptus filled the air, clearing his mind. A small smiled played on his lips. He would be fresh and clean for you, his wife. He looked forward to this new chapter in his life.
******
He combed down his unruly short curls, while eyeing his reflection. Everything, looked sharp. This would be a good look for a portrait. He will have to call on the artist and have him do a portrait of you and him in the grand hall.
******
Murmurs filled the air. They grew louder when he turned and saw you approach with your mother and father. Relatives, dignitaries and various members of the court filled the room. Though, you stood truly apart from all of it. You were so beautiful.
Soon the priest led the two of you. Your hands were bound and the crowns were placed, the ceremonial prayers were spoken. His promise you from the depths of his heart were finally said aloud. Hearing your promise and words of loved filled him with joy.
Lifting your veil, his heart beat even faster as his eyes met yours. He would never tire of looking into them. Gently, he lifted your chin and inhaling he placed a kiss on your lips.
******
The rest of the night was a blur of food and vodka. You both had twirled about the room. He had relished the feel of having his arm finally wrapped around your middle. Your warmth and softness felt so good against him. You giggled and shared smiles the entire night. He was also grateful that your ladies in waiting, finally appeared to be enjoying themselves.
*******
In the blur of the vodka and all the food, voices of excitement bounced off the walls of the estate. During, which he was grateful that during the festivities he had been able to loose his bothersome wig. He hated pinning it to his short curls. It was a touch of formality that irked him.
His friends and servants formed their own little group as did your friends and servants and together they bounced the two of you around. Smiles, twinkles in the eyes and laughter joined and became one between you and him.
As the candles melted to half strength, half their height, he found himself along with you and all your companions being moved to his private chambers. He gad been warned this would happened. He hoped you had been too. The pain was still fresh when he saw how violated you had felt after the physician had seen you. He would never want you to experience that ever again. He didn’t know exactly when the time came, but it was time to head to his chambers.
He drew close to you, in the fuzziness of his vodka and food, he whispered you what he had been told was expected. He brushed aside a wisp of your hair.
“Love, we climb in and pull the blankets up to our waists. That should be more then enough.”
Your eyes shone and your cheeks, was dusted in a darker hue of red. He knew some was from the merriment. But it was also from the words he spoke.
“Ya.” Your German snuck out for the briefest of moments as you said yes. But then soon glancing away before glancing back him you nodded. “Yes, that shall be fine. Our life is on the cusp of several new traditions.”
He nodded. Inwardly he sighed. You spoke of what both of you knew as your future together. “Maybe if you allow I shall give you a kiss and then they all with hope in my heart finally leave and give us time finally for just the two of us. If that is alright with you?”
“Yes, that would be wonderfully pleasant.”
*******
He let his entourage of companions move him. Your hands finally parted and soon you met each other’s eyes over the expanse of the large bed. His and your personal servants pulled aside the blankets. He took a breath, his life would never be the same after this. He would be a husband, one day a father and soon king of his great nation. Russia is and always will be above all else.
Sitting down, his servant stopped him and removed his boots. As he felt the bed give as you sat down on the other side of the bed, he glanced at you over his shoulder. His heart thudded harder.
Soon, both of you sat back he noticed they had undid the laces on your shoes as well. You both sat with your backs against the headboard. He reached out and took your glover hand. A sigh came from him as he felt you interlace your fingers.
Looking at you, he was about to speak when his door whispered open. Young women, he recognized from court and the like carried baskets filled with flowers. Then a silence fell over the room like a candle’s light being snuffed out as his mother walked in.
“May your marriage bed be blessed. May these flowers bless my son, Paul and his wife.”
Soon he watched as the young women with a gentle air scattered the petals of peonies, red lilies and almond blossoms that he had all seen being grown in the various gardens. Some were new transplants in the gardens. They had prickled his interest but figured it had been something his mother fancied and didn’t bother asking. Now it all made sense.
The petals fell here and there. Some fell on him, on you. Though neither of you moved to shrug them off. Though it certainly added an more colorful array in the room.
Once the girls were finished scattering the flowers, his mother clapped her hands the sharp sound, like thunder brought all eyes to her once again.
“Now, be loving and fruitful. May you consummate your wedding, your union.”
With a swish of her dress, she left and soon did the others. It was his private servant who he had for as long as he could remember give the final bow and closed the door.
His heart was beating harder then when he was crowned prince. He never had to worry about another. Now he did. Not letting go of your hand, he turned towards you; he saw how the flower petals had definitely fell upon you.
As your eyes met a soft laugh came from you. You brought a hand up to try and stifle it. Its sound and the twinkle in your eyes made his stop racing and it skipped.
Reaching, gently he pulled your hand away. “Don’t I like the sound of your laugh.” His voice after all the merriment and cheers was just above a whisper.
You flushed. “As you wish, my dear husband.”
He felt a tremble course through you as he still held your hand. He pressed his lips together.
“Beloved.”
He stopped. The word blossomed in his mouth but felt very good. Glancing, he saw the familiar pink dusting your cheek he had grown to enjoy seeing. He continued.
“If you wish to call me that you shall but you can call me Paul as well.”
You smile and nod. “I will enjoy hearing you call me beloved.” Your smile grew. “I shall see what comes from my heart.”
“I shall look forward to seeing how your heart speaks to me.”
He found himself moving closer to you. Some of the petals, fell in front of his eyes. He gave you a half smile, raising his eyebrows.
“Am I covered?“
You nod and you finally move closer.
It wasn’t long before you both were gently removing petals from here and there. Sharing a look, you both smiled as you realized how the petals had truly been rained down on the two of you.
As he looked at you, more then ever before did he want to kiss you. During the ceremony, it had not been enough.
“Beloved, would permit me to kiss you ?”
“Please.”
Gently, he cupping your soft cheek he easily caressed it with his thumb. “You are so beautiful.” He murmured and brought his lips to yours.
Soon he felt as your body was pressed against his. It felt so right, far better then anything he could have imagined.
With not a thought he reached up and winced. One of your hair pins pricked him. You parted, and she took your wounded hand.
“Oh, I am so sorry. Those pins can be horrible things.” His heart skipped once more as you placed a soft kiss on his wounded finger. “Shall I remove these dreadful things?”
He nodded. “Yes, though I do enjoy you holding my hand so.”
“I shall not be long.”
Going to one of his small tables he watched you. It dawned on him you were shorter then he realized. Your shoes had given you some height. It made him chuckle when he did, you paused.
“Yes, my dear husband ?”
Getting up then, he strode over. Seeing the difference then, he was amused.
“I never realized how much taller I was.”
“Oh? Oh!” You glanced at the mirror. “Yes, you are quite tall.”
“I am.” He was very amused.
Glancing down at your hair, he saw just how twisted and twined. It was lovely but now that he focused on it. He saw the complexity of it. “Shall I risk being wounded again and help you?”
“Only if you wish it? My lady in waiting showed me how to do and undo my hair.”
“Handy for when she is not around.”
You nodded. “Yes.”
Soon bejeweled pins, silken ribbons were in a small pile. Your hair fell in soft waves down your back. It was a lovely as the rest of you.
Gently, having seen it in paintings and even read it in stories, he pulled you close. Soon your lips met once again. So soft. Distantly, he could taste the sweets you had enjoyed over the course of the celebrations.
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Easily far easier then he had expected he shed his most of his clothes and found himself laying beside you. Clad, in only his undershirt and breeches he marveled at finally seeing the silhouette of your curves that were a shadow under your chemise.
His passions had been steadily growing, though he didn’t want to cause you any distress. The afternoon, when the physician had inspected you in such a cold, reserved manner still caused a chill in him.
He eased himself up onto his elbow. “Beloved. It is not because of our duty or even tradition, though I do hold those very dear.”
He gently ran his fingers along your arm that rested on your side. “I wish I could have learned, grew along his side but I did not. However, I do wish you to know that ever since I saw you. My heart took flight.”
“Oh, Paul it was the same for me.” By surprise you took his hand and your soft lips on his knuckles made little blossoms of pleasure bloom within in him.
“Then shall we became one tonight and forever?” He tilted his head and met your eyes.
“Yes, till the end.”
He climbed and settled between your legs. With your help, he brought your chemise to your waist. Once you were free of your undergarment, you gently shook. He paused.
“Beloved ?”
You looked away.
“Don’t look away from me. I am your husband.”
He bit the inside of his cheek. His voice came out harsher then he expected.
Your eyes were big as you looked back at him.
“I had not meant to sound so angry.” He grimaced. “I am just as nervous as you are. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I understand softly. I am just scared it will hurt.” You admitted.
“I won’t let happen or last. We are together forever, I us to have a union of love.”
The hatred and angst his mother had rained down on him was not what he wanted with you. He was already so fond of you
“Then, yes let us become one.”
He shook himself as he finally opened his breeches and released his arousal. His stomach knotted the more as his need for you grew.
Bracing himself on the bed beside you, he leaned in close. “Perhaps, if we share a a kiss, our union won’t bring as much pain.” He softly suggested, meeting your eyes.
The kiss had felt so good. It would surely lessen any effect of him filling you and making the two of you one.
“Yes, lets try.” You whispered back.
Gently, he rubbed himself against you. Thoughts of coming undone right there was almost possibly. It was by far of the best things he had ever felt in his life. Distantly he became aware that you clung onto him made him feel so powerful.
It only made the sensation of him gently sliding into you better as he kissed you. Blinking, he looked at you as he felt you tremble; your breathes were hard and hot but they were followed by eager kisses he tried to desperately meet. Once he was enveloped by you he paused to gather his breath and make sure you were ok.
“Beloved.” Though he meant it to be a question it came out more of a statement for the pleasure that throbbed around his arousal.
“I’m good. It hurt but its much better now.”
He rested his forehead against yours gently. “As you wish.”
He began to move then. Sounds came from you and him, they also became one. He felt as you tightened below him making him really see you once again through the haze of his pleasure. Your grip tightened before fluttered around his member, and soon he lost what little control he had managed to hold onto, and he soon called out a mixture of your name and the pet name that became so normal for him in such a short amount of time. He emptied himself inside of you. Gasping he melted against your softness. And soon with a strangled, pleasure filled breath he managed to then settle beside you for worry of crushing or hurting. He laid their panting. His curls and body soaked in sweat.
*******
Later, the candles having burned low. He found you nestled against him and soundly asleep. It was alien to him but you were so soft, and beautiful and he enjoyed the sight, it made his heart swell. He managed to pull up a blanket and cover the two of you before falling back into the velvety blackness of sleep.
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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic
I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on!
For the following:
Johnny Depp- All his characters
Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis
Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz
Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles
The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!
Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!
The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.
Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)
NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!
Hamilton
Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)
Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!
Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!
Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!
AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)
Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!
SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)
WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!
Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!
Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA
MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!
Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.
Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!
Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!
Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.
The Bear
FBI (All)
Vinnie Hacker
Tiktokers
Blue Bloods
Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics
Slashers
Stranger Things
Dave Lizewski
Eddie Redmayne
Macgyver (2016)
Fresh Prince of Belair
Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?
On My Block
Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!
Matt Rife
Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!
The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader
Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.
Walker Texas Ranger (1993)
Top Gun
Nicolas Galitzine
Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are
Dolan Twins
Mission Impossible
Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics
Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher
Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more
Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)
River Phoenix
Batman Beyond
Rider Strong
Danny Gonzalez
Timothée Chalamet
New York Undercover
Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)
Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)
Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.
Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.
Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳
DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!
Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.
Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader
Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)
Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!
Vikings - There are a good amount but still!
Transformers
Suits
Saved By The Bell
The Goldbergs
Parks & Recreation
Leverage
The Outsiders
Heart of Stone
New York Undercover (1994)
Addams Family
Victorious
Matpat
ICarly
The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)
Think Like A Man (2012)
One on One (2001)
Scorpion (2014)
The King of Queens (1998)
G.I. Joe Franchise
Terminator
Beware the Batman (2013)
Any and all Asian Idols/Actors
Seal Team
Mortal Combat
Bill and Ted
Barbie
Detroit: Become Human
Will Trent
Tokyo Vice
Growing Pains
Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]
The Regime
Batman: The animated series
If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!
Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.
Also tag black writers who you want to see this!
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𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
༻ ralph penbury (timewasters, 2017)
wizard: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done. ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. (fluff)
making waves: before a party, you do ralph's hair. (fluff)
marking ralph's cheeks with lipstick (fluff)
punishing ralphie for misbehaving (smut)
coked up ralphie fucks your ass (smut)
༻ jamie sampson (kin, 2017)
jamie tells you about harry (angst)
༻ koner (game of thrones, 2017)
only you series masterlist (koner x fem!reader): your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father marries you off to another man, and you do everything you can to stay with him and keep your love strong. (retired)
༻ peter grunauer (overlord, 2018)
reuniting after peter goes to war (angst)
sweet awkward reunion sex (smut)
༻ enjolras (bbc les miserables, 2018)
don't call it love: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed.(angst)
༻ prince paul (catherine the great, 2019)
out of the dark: marrying the prince of russia would be dream if he wasn’t such a dick, but a late night conversation leads to a mutual understanding. (smut)
paul yells at you (angst)
paul punishes you for flirting with someone else (smut)
༻ tom grant (make up, 2019)
5 minutes in heaven: your boyfriend finds an empty closet at work, and he convinces you to play a game of 7 (or 5) minutes in heaven. (smut)
stupid for you: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way. (smut)
boyfriend!tom headcanons (fluff)
teaching tom how to go down on you (smut)
tom convinces you to try anal (smut)
tom takes care of you when you're sick (fluff)
making you smile after a hard day (fluff)
cuddling with tom (fluff)
༻ pub!charlie (best move along, 2019)
pub!charlie headcanons(fluff)
nsfw pub!charlie headcanons(smut)
༻ billy knight (cb strike, 2020)
breeding kink (smut)
handjobs (smut)
camilla (fluff)
༻ eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024)
a medium place: your husband, eric, spends too much time at the office, and he assures you that you’re a priority in his life. (smut)
#ralph penbury x reader#ralph timewasters x reader#jamie kin x reader#jamie sampson x reader#koner got x reader#bbc!enjolras x reader#prince paul x reader#tom grant x reader#billy knight x reader#eric aqpdo x reader#joseph quinn x reader#eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn masterlist#eddie munson masterlist
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Hey there I have a fluff imagines for you it’s about the lost boys and their s/o who is childlike at heart and loves to play pretend more specifically dress up and wants the boys to play with them!
If you want to it! 😅
Childlike Wonder
lost boys x reader
warnings;; gn! reader, basic vampire stuff, paul and marko being protective
(A/N) i decided to do hcs, i hope thats okay :)
marko and paul would definitely play pretend with you, no doubt about it
they'd also dress up with you, they both have dresses and even heels
they're both extra protective of you though, if anyone dares to make fun of you, they're throwing hands
dwayne and david are also, VERY protective
if dwayne sees something at a store that he thinks you'd like, he's either buying it or stealing it (most likely stealing it)
david is a firm believer that when you're dressed up, you cannot do anything for yourself, he will feed, dress, and clean you, he does not care
^ dwayne is the same way
if you have comfort foods (chicken tenders and mac n cheese), they'll make sure to buy it for you
bringing back up dress up, i don't think dwayne would dress up with you, but he'd definitely pull you into his lap and whisper things like "such a pretty princess/prince" and "do you need a knight in shining armor to protect you?"
marko and paul are so AHHH when they dress up, they'll let you do their hair and makeup if you want to
they are begging you to call them princes, especially pretty princes
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !! i had a hard time thinking of things to write
anyways...
please do not repost or steal, as for that is plagiarism and that is a crime
likes and reblogs are appreciated !!
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#the lost boys x reader#the lost boys imagines#dwayne the lost boys#the lost boys dwayne#paul the lost boys#the lost boys david#the lost boys marko#marko the lost boys
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.Request Page.
A place for my different fandoms brain rots
Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁
Anime
Imagines.
(H) kakeru Sengoku - Her Little Merman 🌺
(H) Keishin Ukai - Assistant Manager 🌹
(HMC) Howl Pendragon- A Thing Of Beauty 🌺
(LOK) Mako & Bolin - Brothers Charm 🌹
(MHA) Katsuki Bakugo - Silly Nicknames 🌺
(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Villainous Love 🌹
(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Little Helper 🌹
Combo.
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
(H) Asahi Azumane - Pregnant Hungry 🌺
Different Aus.
Headcanons.
NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
Animation
Imagines.
(QFC) Garrett Touch Says All 🌺
Combos
(A&TAE) Dimitri & Cale Tucker - The Tucker Twins 🌹
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
Different Aus.
Headcanons.
Nsfw/SFW Alphabet.
Celebritys
Imagines.
Hayden Christen - Yn Moment 🌺
Jamie Flatters - Admiring The Interviewer 🌺
Henry Cavill - Distraction 🌺
Oscar Isaac - Wavering 🌺
Combo.
Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
Jack Champion - Past Experiences 🥀🌺
Jamie Flatters - Attention Thief 🌺
Jamie Flatters - Bakery Girl 🌺
Jamie Flatters - When Fate Intervenes 🌺
Stephen Lang Hard At Work. Prt 2 🌺
Combos.
Avatar Cast - Dream Come True 🌺
Different Aus.
Headcanons.
NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
Games
Imagines.
(BG3) Astarion - Love From Cold Lips 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - For Your Pleasure 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - Flaunting Treasures 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - Sweet As Sugar 🌹
(BG3) Astarion - Red As Cherry 🌹
(BG3) Halinsin - Size Difference 🌹
(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺
(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹
Combos.
(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️
(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹
(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹
(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀
(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺
(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺
Combos
(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹
Different Aus.
(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹
Headcanons.
NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
(BG3) halsin - NSFW
Movies
Imagines.
(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺
(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹
(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺
(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺
(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺
(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹
(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺
(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺
(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹
Combos.
(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹
Different Aus.
Headcanons.
NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
Series
Imagines.
(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁
(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹
(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹
(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹
(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁
(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics 🌺
(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺
(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹
(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹
Combos
(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹
(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹
(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹
(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹
(T100) Bellamy blake & John murphy - little convincing 🌹
(TVD) Damon and Stephen - Elana Really... 🌼🌺
Incorrect Quotes.
Drabbles.
Oneshots.
Combos.
(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹
Different Aus.
Headcanons.
NSFW/SFW Alphabet.
Tag.List
@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @greekgods15 @laylasbunbunny
#random fandom x reader#random fandoms x reader#random fandom thoughts#fictional characters x reader#fictional crush x reader#fictional characters#tv show fanfiction#movie fanfiction#video games fanfiction#fanfic#anime x reader#game characters x reader#movie characters x reader#celebrity x reader#celebrities#series x reader
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