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shipping isn’t about what the writers or actors say is or isn’t romantic. shipping isn’t even about romance a good percentage of the time. shipping is about seeing The Dynamic and going absolutely hog wild in your mind and your friends dms about it.

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Verso with Curly hair and this outfit is deadly.

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me, fresh out of act 1: I don't trust verso, he's hiding stuff

me, at the end of the game:

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"Gwynriels are sooo going to be disappointed when E/riel is endgame. There are so many clues and foreshadowing for them."

Oh, so you mean, how E/ain gives back every gift Azriel gives her? Aka truth teller. He gave her something that was so connected to him. A piece of him and she gave it back to him without hesitation. All of the gifts she gave back without hesitation. How he only thinks about her when he wants his dick sucked? How he only views her as the third sister. Or how about when he didn't offer to save her when she was taken and it was only after Cassian offered to go, did he offer his services. Or maybe it was how it's been said that the night Court colors/clothes look awful on her like they are draining her of her color. Oh it must be when he thinks he is super ugly and unworthy of touching her. That has to be it.

Meanwhile;

She keeps all of Lucien's gifts. Lucien is the only one who sees her for her. Lucien is the only one that doesn't treat her like she is a fragile doll. He backed away and gave her the space she wanted. He left his home/court to be closer to her. He is willing to give her up to make her happy. He was the only one to suggest taking her to the garden. Oh and not to mention he went and got their dad.

Another meanwhile;

Azriel unalived all of those Hybern soldiers for hurting her even though he is trained to keep at least one alive. I'll take mate anger for 1,000, Alex! Sarah basically rewrote it to place Azriel there and the one that saved Gwyn. His shadows dance around Gwyn's voice, are brighter when she's around. Also, didn't alert him that Gwyn was coming just like they do with everyone else including people he's known for over 500 years. Nesta called Azriel "the new ribbon" in terms of Gwyn. You know the thing they use in the mating ceremony. He also had a spark in his chest thinking about her teal eyes lighting up. He also feels happy, cared for, worthy of Gwyn. And last but not least; he called Gwyn a "A thing of a secret, lovely beauty"

In conclusion, Sarah knows what she's doing. She is a master of foreshadowing. She also hardly ever gives any of her ACOTAR characters last names. Mor doesnt have one. Emerie doesn't have one. Amren, Azirel, Rhysand, Cassian all don't. But you know who does? Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Gwyn, Lucian. You want to know what they all have in common? A mate or a potential mate.

Feyre/Rhys, Nesta/Cassian, Lucian/Elain, Gwyn/Azriel. This one might be a big reach and I'm admitting that but it's something that I keep thinking about.

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You know I still find it funny that someone said that "spark" isn't canon fated mate language when SJM has used "sparked in his/her chest" for multiple of her fated mate couples AND even said that for a couple to be fated mates they have to have that spark in an interview. Like she is spelling it out for you and people still refuse to see it. SJM is a master of foreshadowing.

There is a reason why Azriel felt a spark in his chest and why she wrote it like that. There is a reason why Azriel went feral and killed every single last Hybern soldier when he's been trained to keep at least one alive.

There is a reason why Azriel feels worthy of Gwyn and he doesn't feel like a POS near her.

There is a reason why his shadows dance around her. There is a reason why his shadows brighten around her. There is a reason why his shadows didn't alert him that she was coming like every other person. There is a reason why his shadows didn't disappear when she was near. There is a reason why his shadows are curious about her.

There is a reason why Gwyn is referred to as "A thing of secret, lovely beauty."

SJM knows what she is doing.

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This would've been so much better. But add Maddie to the mix and it would've been perfect.

Bellarke AU

If other universes exist I hope we’re happy somewhere. That there are universes where history doesn’t pull us apart and we become a tragic story full of sorrow and regret, ones where we don’t become our own undoing that only history would remember us for. I know in this story we could never belong to each other, but if there is another universe, another story, another us I hope we can love each other until our dying day.

— history became cruel to star-crossed lovers, they could never end up happy | our violent ends. //t.c 

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"Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs– on the probabilities."

—Fourth Wing, Rebecca Yarros

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XADEN RIORSON IS NOT WHITE.

Repeat it with me.

XADEN. RIORSON. IS. NOT. WHITE.

Rebecca Yarros has confirmed that. Rebecca Yarros has also said she is NOT letting them cast a white actor to play Xaden. She is not letting them white wash Xaden.

Xaden Riorson is a POC.

Stop fan casting white actors to play Xaden or using white skin color for your fan arts.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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Chicago P.D Master lists

Jay Halstead

Kevin Atwater

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

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Jay Halstead Master List

All fun and Games 18+

Banished

Careful

Carmen Ann

Clothes

Comfort

Compliment

Connections

Cold

Cover

Didn't Let Him Down

Effect

End P1

Every Way Possible

Father Figure P1

Father Figure P2

Father Figure P3

Father Figure P4

Finally

First Kiss

Gone

He's Mine

Hit

How I Feel

I Don't Date Cops P1

I Don't Date Cops P2

Let's go home

Lifetime

Lilian Rose P1

Lilian Rose P2

Lilian Rose P3

Marry Me

Not Yours

Never Letting You Go

New Unit P1

New Unit P2

New Unit P3

Only One

Over-Protective

Rebound 18+

Safe

Secret Voight P1

Secret Voight P2

Secret Voight P3

Secret Voight P4

Secret Voight P5

Secret Voight P6

Secret Voight S2 P1

Secret Voight S2 P2

Secret Voight S2 P3

Secret Voight S2 P4

Secret Voight S2 P5

Secret Voight S2 P6

Secret Voight S2 P7

Secret Voight S2 P8

Secret Voight S2 P9

Secret Voight S3 P1

Secret Voight S3 P2

Secret Voight S3 P3

Start Over

Testify

Tip

That Damn Lip

That Truck

Trust

Ups and Downs

You Know

Will's going to kill me

Worship

You're Safe

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If anyone has any requests or ideas for Lucanis, please please send them in. My brain isn't working currently but I want to write Lucanis.

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My newest obsession. 😍😍

LOOK AT HOW HE LOOKS AT ROOK!!!!

Ughhhhh

Lucanis fics coming soon

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Dicking you Down (L. Kennedy) 18+

Summary: just pure smut. Little to no plot

Words: like 2k?

Warnings or A/N: MDNI. Female receiving. Male receiving. P in V. Fingering. Eating out. Just finished watching a play through of RE2R and RE4R and I couldn't get Leon out of my mind. My first Leon fic. Hopefully it wasn't too ooc for him.

For what felt like the hundredth time, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at Leon. His cocky attitude seemed to have multiplied tenfold ever since he rescued the president's daughter. Some of the newer employees, hired during his mission, were openly ogling him. "Do you ever fucking stop talking, Kennedy?" you finally snapped.

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at you in shock. "Oh, please. Don't act surprised. We all know it's true," you added, unapologetically.

You faced Leon directly and spoke your mind. "Enough with the hero act for rescuing Ashley. Any of us could have done it if given the chance. Many of us have faced far more dangerous situations than saving a teenage girl from parasite-infested kidnappers," You declared, rising from your seat and striding out of the room.

☣

Hours had passed since the encounter, and now you were back in your office. Admit it or not, you secretly wished for the same longing looks from Leon that he was giving those new employees. You'd be lying if you said you didn't crave his attention. The way his clothes hugged his muscular frame, driving you to distraction. Your thoughts wandered to how his strong arms would feel wrapped around you as he fucked you, imagining his touch and taste.

As you tried to focus on the reports sitting on your desk, the image of Leon kept invading your mind, causing a warm sensation between your thighs. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, but they kept returning to him.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you looked up to see Leon standing there. "What do you want, Leon?" you asked, crossing your legs under the table.

"I want to know what your deal is," he replied, entering your office and making himself comfortable in one of the chairs.

The way he sat only fueled your desire. With one arm casually draped over the chair beside him, his broad chest was on full display as his legs spread slightly apart.

"You want to know what my deal is?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do," you replied.

You uncrossed your legs and made your way to the door, shutting it firmly and turning the lock. Though you were fairly certain you were the only ones left in the building, you couldn't be too careful.

You approached Leon and straddled him, feeling your dress ride up your thighs as you held his chin to meet your gaze. "My issue is I want you to fuck me," You confessed.

Leon's hands eagerly grasped your thighs, lifting your dress. "I thought you couldn't stand me," his voice was low.

"I never said I hated you. Sure, you can be annoying, but that doesn't change the fact that I've been craving you for a while," you admitted.

After a moment of silence, Leon pressed his lips roughly against yours.

Your fingers weaved through his hair as he roughly guided your hips to grind against him.

He bit on your lower lip, wanting access. You obliged, parting your lips as his tongue explored your mouth, deliciously savory flavor that filled your taste buds.

His lips traveled along your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. He slowly licked from the top to the bottom of your neck, before biting down just above where your neck met your shoulder. As his teeth sank into your skin, you couldn't help but buck against him, eliciting a moan from his lips. Breathless, he asked, "Are we really doing this here?"

"We're the only ones here, aren't we?"

"Yeah.”

You slipped off his lap and your hand slid up his pants, feeling the outline of his boner. "Do you want to go back to my place, yours, or just have me right here, right now?" "Fuck, you look sexy on your knees for me," he breathed.

"So, do you want it now?"

Leon nodded in response.

You flashed a smile at him before popping open his zipper and freeing him. You proceeded to lick the entirety of his length, causing him to moan. You took him fully into your mouth and started to bob your head on him.

He forcefully grabbed a handful of your hair, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. You gagged as he reached the back of your throat, eliciting a response from him. "Fuck. That sounds amazing," he moaned as he repeated the action several times.

After briefly holding your head in place, he released you, allowing you to take a quick breath before resuming sucking his dick. Your hands work in sync with your mouth to pleasure him. You could feel him getting closer to his release, his moans growing louder and his hips thrusting slightly. Finally, with a loud groan, he filled in your mouth, the salty taste flooding your senses. You swallowed it all.

Leon pulled himself out of your mouth and gripped your neck, urging you to stand before he pressed you against the desk. Releasing his hold on your neck, he tugged at the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the ground. With a swift motion, he tore off your panties.

He lifted you up and sat you on the desk before dropping to his knees in front of you, his gaze fixed on your form. "Now, that's a sexy sight. On your knees for me," Leon said with a smirk. "I'll gladly get on my knees for you,"

With your legs draped over his shoulders, he lowered his head to your core as he started to lick you.

His warm tongue flicked and teased, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Each motion was deliberate and skilled, expertly finding every sensitive spot and driving you closer to the edge. You let out a loud moan as his tongue worked its magic, taking you higher and higher into a state of pure ecstasy.

Your hands reached down to grasp his silky blonde hair. His movements grew faster and more desperate, his desire matching your own as you both chased the release that was tantalizingly close.

He was aware of how near you were, so he used both hands to pull your ass closer to the edge of your desk. With one finger inside you, he began a slow, deliberate movement that made you arch your head back in ecstasy. "Yes, fuck, yes," you moaned.

After a few rough pumps with just one finger, he decided to add a second, intensifying the sensation. Each time he reached deep within you, he skillfully curled his finger, hitting that magical spot that sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. "Just like that. Keep going," You moaned.

With a final, deep plunge of his fingers, you felt the wave of pleasure crash over you, your body arching in blissful ecstasy. He continued to lap at you, drawing out your pleasure until you were left breathless and completely satisfied.

You pulled him up to meet your lips, tasting yourself on him as you kissed. “Get the fuck in me now,”

“Eager? Are we?”

"For you, definitely," You gasped, spreading your legs for him.

Leon chuckled as he stroked himself, then rubbed himself against your pussy. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he entered you. "You're so tight," he whispered.

"You're so big," you replied breathlessly.

Leon began to move slowly, but you didn't want it to be gentle. "Fuck me like you want it, Kennedy.”

Leon pulled out of you completely before plunging back in with force. A cry of pleasure escaped your lips as Leon established a rough and relentless rhythm.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sound of skin slapping and your cries filled the room, mixing with the primal grunts and groans escaping Leon's lips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you matched his movements, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. The intensity of the pleasure building between you was overwhelming, each sensation heightened by the primal connection you shared in that moment.

As Leon's pace quickened, you felt a familiar tightening in your core, signaling your imminent release. With a final, powerful thrust, you reached your breaking point and came all over him. He swiftly withdrew and pushed you back onto the desk. With your elbow supporting you, he pumped himself a few times before releasing a deep groan and coating your boobs and stomach in his cum. He admired his handiwork with a grin, as if it were a masterpiece.

"Not the last time we do that," you remarked, locking eyes with him.

"If you were craving me dicking you down that badly, all you had to do was ask. We could have been doing this much sooner," He replied with a smirk.

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Master List of Everything

House of Ashes

Chicago PD

Chicago Med-Coming Soon

Chicago Fire-Coming Soon

Maasverse-Coming Soon

The Empyrean-Coming Soon

Misc-Coming Soon

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House of Ashes Masterlist

Jason Kolchek

🌶️ All my House of Ashes are 18+. Minors DNI

Sickness

You're A Father P1

You're A Father P2

You're A Father P3

Youre A Father P4

Patch Job 18+

I saw you die

Tells P1

Tells P2

Tells P3

Tells P4

Tells P5

Tells P6

Tells P7

Tells P8

Tells P9

Tells P10

Tells P11

Protection

Tiredness

I got you

Promises P1

Promises P2

Promises P3

Promises P4

Promises P5

Promises P6

Promises P7

Promises P8

Where I begin P1

Where I begin P2

Where I begin P3

Where I begin P4

Where I begin P5

Where I begin P6

Where I begin P7

Eric King

Heh, always loyal, huh? P1

Heh, always loyal, huh? P2

Heh, always loyal, huh? P3

Heh, always loyal, huh? P4

Heh, always loyal, huh? P5

Deserving P1

Deserving P2

Deserving P3

Deserving P4

Deserving P5

More In Love

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A Marriage Made In Convenience Part 3 18+

(R. Danaan)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: You and Ruhn are forced to be married.

Words: 1.5K

Requested: Yes by @elle4404

Warnings or A/N: MDNI, 18+. Smut happens after the restaurant scene.

The dread clung to you like a shroud, a persistent shadow even with your wedding to Prince Ruhn a mere two weeks away. You sat across from Felix at a quaint restaurant, the clatter of cutlery and hushed conversations filling the air, awaiting Ruhn's perpetually late arrival. The waitress approached your table, a scowl marring her features. She slammed Felix's plate down with an audible thud, then, with a barely concealed sneer, she practically threw your own plate onto the table, the ceramic rattling loudly before she spun on her heel and stormed away.

"Wow, rude much?" you muttered, genuinely taken aback by her blatant animosity.

Felix, ever the gentleman, raised an eyebrow. "Absolutely. Would you like me to speak with the manager?" His tone was laced with concern.

You shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips. "No, let it be. Maybe she's just having a rough day." A flicker of resignation crossed your face.

"Are you sure?" Felix pressed, his gaze unwavering. "She shouldn't treat you like that."

You shrugged, the weight of your unasked burdens evident in your voice. "It's fine. I've dealt with worse." A shared, knowing glance passed between you and Felix, a silent acknowledgment of the hidden complexities of your life. He began to eat, the easy rhythm of his chewing a stark contrast to the churning in your stomach.

"Seriously, can Ruhn ever show up on time?" you grumbled, taking a bite of your burger, the dissatisfaction in your voice thinly veiled.

Felix chuckled, a wry grin playing on his lips. "Come on, (nickname). He's a frat boy prince. Or acts like one, at least. He's probably going to be late to your wedding."

A genuine laugh bubbled up from within you. "You're probably right."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Later, you stood outside the restaurant, the cool evening air a welcome relief. Felix was fetching the car, insisting you shouldn't walk all the way to where he'd parked again. Absorbed in an email from Jules, thanking you once more for your generous donation, you were about to tap out a reply when a forceful shove sent you stumbling, your phone clattering to the pavement.

As you lifted your gaze, a wave of familiar fury washed over you. It was the waitress. "I've dealt with your rudeness since we arrived," you snapped, frustration overriding your usual composure. "What the fuck is your problem?"

She scoffed, her eyes narrowed in pure contempt. "I can't comprehend why some slut gets to marry the Prince," she spat, her voice thick with anger.

It hit you then, the sickening realization that this was all about Ruhn. "Firstly, I am not a slut," you stated, your voice firm despite the tremor of indignation. "Secondly, neither Ruhn nor I have a choice in this matter. Trust me, neither of us desire this situation, but it is what it is." You tried to explain, to reason with her, but her bitterness seemed to have a life of its own.

"Yeah, right. You're just greedy and power-hungry," the waitress retorted, her lip curling in a sneer.

A humorless chuckle escaped you. "Honey, my kingdom is far more powerful than the Autumn King's. My father is orchestrating this so the Autumn King owes him a favor in the future." You spoke calmly, almost academically, hoping to diffuse the escalating tension.

"Still a slut. Everyone knows you're fucking your bodyguard and Ruhn," she shot back, a brazen accusation that finally ignited your own temper.

You locked eyes with her, a dangerous glint in your own. "You do realize I can smell the multiple men on you, right? I can even smell Ruhn on you. I think it's safe to say, you're the slut here."

Just as things threatened to boil over, Ruhn's voice cut through the charged air, firm and commanding. "(Name)!" he called out.

You rolled your eyes, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture, though you honestly didn't care. Holding up a single finger, signaling Ruhn to wait, you redirected your attention to the seething waitress. "Whether I'm fucking my bodyguard or not is none of the business of some jealous, low-class female who can't stand that I'm being pushed into a marriage with the Crown Prince," you declared, your voice ringing with defiance.

Finally turning to face Ruhn, you lowered your finger. "Feel free to yell at me all you want," you stated confidently, your gaze unwavering, "but I assure you, I couldn't care less and will simply tune you out."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A day had passed since your encounter with Ruhn, the silence between you a stark contrast to the usual tension. An invitation to join Declan and Flynn at the White Raven, a notoriously loud club, arrived, and you decided to leave Felix at home. He wasn't a fan of clubs, and you assured him you'd be perfectly safe with your friends.

An hour into the pulsing beat and flashing lights of the club, you spotted Ruhn in the VIP area. He didn't approach, and you found yourself surprisingly unconcerned. Suddenly, a presence behind you made you aware of someone's approach. "You don't treat people like shit, huh?"

You spun around, your eyes meeting Ruhn's. His gaze drifted over your body, a slow, appreciative assessment that sent a surprising rush of arousal through you. You met his eyes, a playful challenge in your own. "What are you talking about, Ruhn?"

He shook his head, his attention fully on you now. "The waitress," he clarified.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh, you mean the girl I could smell you all over?"

"You didn't need to be a bitch to her," he retorted, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

You chuckled, a dry, disbelieving sound. "She was a bitch to me all throughout dinner. I mean, she was speaking to me rudely, practically throwing my drinks and plates down. And when I was waiting for Felix to drive us home because we were tired of waiting for you to arrive, she bumped into me, knocked my phone out of my hand, shattered the screen, and called me a slut. So, did I stand up for myself and point out her double standards? Absolutely, and I don't regret it for a second."

Ruhn’s gaze shifted, a new intensity entering his eyes. "Did you sleep with Felix?" he asked, his voice low, a deliberate change of subject.

"So what if I did?" you countered, a defiant challenge in your tone.

"Didn't you previously say you hadn't?" he questioned, his brow furrowed.

"When that was asked, we hadn't. It was just a few times to release some tension. It was purely physical."

"Sure," Ruhn replied, his skepticism clear.

You leaned in, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What's this? Are you feeling jealous?"

"Jealous of what?" he scoffed, though a subtle tension in his jaw betrayed him.

"You're jealous that he's felt my kiss on his skin," you teased, placing a gentle, lingering kiss on Ruhn's neck, feeling the subtle shiver that ran through him.

"Jealous that he knows how my bite feels," you whispered, lightly biting into his neck, the soft flesh yielding under your teeth.

"You're jealous that he's experienced the touch of my tongue," you murmured, tasting the spot where you had bitten him, your breath warm against his skin.

"Envious that he knows just how it feels to have his dick in me," you added, your voice a husky whisper, pushing him to the edge.

That was the last straw for Ruhn. With a growl, he hoisted you onto his hips and walked purposefully towards the restroom stalls. He set you down, but the moment your feet touched the ground, he spun you around, pressing your back against the stall door, his chest flush against yours. "You wanna talk like a slut," he breathed against your ear, his voice rough with desire, "you're gonna get fucked like one."

The sharp sound of his belt unbuckling filled the small space. He lifted the hem of your dress, expertly sliding your underwear down your legs. You felt the blunt, thick tip of him at your entrance, and you closed your eyes, a moan catching in your throat in anticipation, knowing he was well-endowed. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed himself into you, and a collective groan escaped both of you as your bodies finally connected.

"Fuck, you're tight," he rasped, his breath hot against your ear.

Ruhn remained still for a few agonizing moments, allowing your body to adjust to his impressive size. Impatience, a potent aphrodisiac, began to bubble within you. "Thought you were going to take me like a slut?" you teased, your voice a breathless whisper. "Or should I go find Felix and—"

Before you could finish, Ruhn suddenly pulled out, then thrust back into you with a raw, primal force that made you cry out in pleasure. The thumping bass of the club's music outside mercifully masked your screams. He pulled away again, only to ram into you several more times, gripping your hips with a relentless, driving rhythm.

Desperate for something to anchor yourself, you reached out, only for Ruhn to grasp both your wrists and press them against your back. He thrust into you forcefully a few more times before withdrawing, turning you around, lifting you up once again, and guiding you back down onto him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms instinctively circling his neck, holding on for dear life.

With each powerful thrust, he delved deeper and deeper, and you dug your nails into his upper back, the delicious pain grounding you. The intensity of this fuck was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure coursing through your entire being. You felt his hot breath against your skin as he kissed your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You lost yourself in the moment, completely consumed by the raw, untamed emotion. You needed more, craved more, and you began to bounce on him, matching his thrusts, urging him deeper still.

As you bounced on him, meeting his powerful thrusts with your own urgent movements, a continuous moan escaped your lips, the sensation of pleasure coursing through your body, threatening to overwhelm you. You found yourself utterly lost in the primal rhythm of your bodies coming together, a heated, all-consuming passion. Your bounces became faster, more fervent, each thrust sending waves of exquisite sensation through you, building to a crescendo that promised to consume you both. You matched his furious pace, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter within you as the pressure mounted with every relentless thrust. The rhythm became a frantic, desperate beat, the heat between you growing unbearable as you both chased the release that was just out of reach. With a final, desperate thrust, you both came together in a shuddering, breathless climax that left you gasping for air.

Ruhn carefully withdrew from you, then gently lowered you back to the ground. Your knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath you. As you struggled to regain your balance, Ruhn crouched down, retrieving your crumpled panties and your purse from the grimy club floor. "Here you go," he offered, his voice a little hoarse.

You snatched your panties from his hand, quickly stuffing them into your purse, refusing to wear them again after their contact with the dirty floor. Luckily, your knee-length dress provided ample coverage.

"This fucking doesn't mean or change anything," you stated, your voice firm despite the lingering tremor in your limbs.

"I know that," he replied, his gaze unwavering, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.

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A Marriage in Convenience Part 2 (R. Danaan)

Part 1

Summary: You and Ruhn are forced to marry each other

Words: 1.2k

Requested: Yes by @elle4404

Tags: @fides25 @mirandasidefics

Warnings or A/N: I added the reader helping out the orphanage just to add on what type of person the reader is.

The past week had been a relentless storm of wedding preparations. From agonizing over table covers to meticulously selecting flowers and enduring countless cake tastings, your patience was worn to a thin, frayed thread. The thought of having to decide on the food was enough to make your head spin. You and Ruhn, it seemed, had diametrically opposed tastes in absolutely everything. It wasn't for lack of trying to find common ground; every attempt at compromise felt like trying to mix oil and water. And if you had to endure one more of Tristan’s crude innuendos, you were certain you'd scream. Declan, thankfully, had been the only one spared from your growing annoyance.

With arms laden with bags overflowing with toys and essential supplies, you and Felix stood in the unassuming reception area of the Fae orphanage. A kind-faced Fae woman, dressed in a practical pantsuit and a touch taller than you, stepped forward with a warm smile. "Hello, I'm Jules, the director," she greeted, extending a hand.

"Hi, I'm (Name)," you replied, shaking her hand firmly. "I wanted to donate some toys and essentials. I heard you were in need."

Jules’s eyes lit up with genuine enthusiasm. "Yes, we would love to accept the donation! Just leave them with the secretary, and we’ll make sure they’re distributed to the children."

Just then, one of the orphanage workers, a young woman with bright eyes, approached, her arms full. "Miss (Name), where should we put all of it?"

Jules’s brow furrowed slightly. "All of it?" she echoed, clearly surprised by the sheer volume.

The worker beamed. "Oh! This isn't all of it. There's a truckload coming!"

"A tru—truckload?" Jules stammered, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Yes, ma'am. The Princess here wants to make sure all the kids have everything they need," Felix explained, his voice even and steady.

The worker gasped, her gaze snapping to you. “You’re the princess who is set to marry Prince Ruhn!” she exclaimed, recognition dawning.

You nodded, a small, polite smile on your face. “Yes, but please just call me (Name). I’m just here to ensure that the kids get what they need and want. So, where should we set up?”

The worker immediately became practical. “Oh, definitely the auditorium. It's the biggest room in the orphanage, and you can bring the gifts in through the back doors so the kids won’t see, if you want to surprise them.” A smile touched your lips. A surprise it would be.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

After the overwhelming but rewarding task of setting up the donations at the orphanage, you gave instructions to the workers to inform the children about the source of the gifts however they saw fit. Receiving credit was irrelevant; your only concern was ensuring the children had what they needed and were truly happy.

Felix smoothly pulled the car up in front of Ruhn's mother's villa and parked. Despite your marriage being purely for political optics, Ruhn had been surprisingly eager for you to meet his mother.

Felix opened your car door, and you took a deep, fortifying breath before stepping out and walking towards the front door. After a few moments, the door finally opened, revealing Ruhn, a distinct air of annoyance clinging to him. "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago," he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation.

"I was actually doing something productive," you retorted, a sardonic edge to your tone.

"What? Fucking another male you met at White Raven?" Ruhn shot back, his voice sharp with a hint of something unidentifiable.

You chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "I haven't fucked anyone from the club."

"Then who have you been with? I can see the marks on your neck," he pressed, his gaze sweeping over you.

"I'm sorry, but that's none of your concern," you stated, your voice firm. "The person I choose to have between my legs is off-limits to you. Our marriage is purely for political reasons and the benefits it brings to our kingdoms. That's all."

Ruhn sighed, a frustrated sound, and moved aside, allowing you to enter the elegant home. Felix followed closely behind, and you heard the door click shut as Ruhn’s voice sounded from behind him. "Go straight down the hallway."

As you walked down the corridor, your gaze drifted to the photographs adorning the walls. There were images of Ruhn as a child, others with Ruhn and his mother, and some of Ruhn alongside a young girl who bore a striking resemblance to him, clearly his sister. His mother, in every picture, was undeniably stunning. It was no surprise the Autumn King had taken notice of her.

You continued down the hallway until it opened into a spacious, inviting room. A plush couch, a comfortable recliner, a sturdy coffee table, a large TV, and a cozy fireplace, surrounded by various knick-knacks, gave the place a wonderfully cozy atmosphere. A genuine smile touched your lips as you compared this welcoming living room to the cold, echoing mansion you still called home. No matter how much you tried, your home never exuded the warmth and comfort that this house did. It dawned on you that your mansion was simply a building, not a true home.

“Oh! Hi!” a soft, warm voice greeted you from behind. You turned to face her, and your breath hitched. "You must be (Name). I'm Lorin."

You were immediately struck by her ethereal beauty. There was a certain softness in her features, a delicate grace that set her apart from other Fae you had encountered. Her blue eyes, a mirror of Ruhn's own, held a gentle kindness, and her silky black hair framed her face flawlessly, adding to her allure. In that moment, a silent thought crossed your mind: if you and Ruhn were to have children, you hoped they would inherit more of Lorin's traits than the Autumn King's.

You extended your hand towards her, a genuine smile replacing your earlier strained one. "Yes, that's me. I apologize, but you are truly stunning."

Lorin’s laugh was like wind chimes. “Oh my Gods. I was thinking the same!”

“Thank you,” you replied, feeling a genuine connection with this woman.

Her gaze shifted to Felix, who stood discreetly behind you. “Is that the man accompanying you your bodyguard?”

You glanced at Felix and touched his shoulder lightly. “Yes, this is Felix.”

Lorin then looked at Ruhn, who had just entered the room, his expression still a little surly. “Your father made a great choice,” she commented, a subtle hint of approval in her voice.

Ruhn simply nodded, offering no further comment, and settled onto the couch with a sigh.

“Aren’t you going to offer her a drink or snack?” his mother chided gently.

“Do you want anything?” Ruhn inquired, his tone flat.

You were about to decline when the enticing aroma of chicken, sausage, garlic, and other delicious ingredients wafted from the kitchen, causing your stomach to emit a rather unladylike growl. "The smell of whatever you're cooking is absolutely mouthwatering," you admitted, a genuine smile gracing your lips.

Lorin chuckled warmly. She revealed that it was chicken and sausage gumbo, spiced with smoked paprika, garlic powder, mustard powder, and cayenne. She then asked if you had any allergies.

You shook your head, your stomach rumbling again. "Nope."

She then offered you some of the delicious meal. “Yes, please,” you enthusiastically accepted, your earlier annoyance forgotten.

Lorin smiled warmly and motioned for you and Felix to follow her into the kitchen. Catching a glance at Felix, she asked, "Do you want some too?"

Felix hesitated, his usual formality taking over. “No, ma’am. I don’t want to—”

Lorin interrupted him firmly, a gentle but resolute tone in her voice. "Nonsense. You are protecting my future daughter-in-law. That means I am going to make sure you are going to eat and don’t leave my home hungry."

With a grateful nod, Felix replied, "Yes, ma’am.”

You smiled at Felix, and he returned the gesture, a rare, softer look in his eyes. It was heartwarming to see someone treating Felix as more than just your bodyguard, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Lorin.

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Later that night, as you swayed to the pulsing music at the White Raven club, Felix stood watch from a distance, a steadfast guardian amidst the swirling crowd. Suddenly, you felt hands on your waist, and you turned to see Ruhn, his expression unreadable. “You really think I can’t smell Felix on you?” he murmured, his voice hushed by the loud music, shielding your conversation from prying ears.

You knew that pushing him off would only attract unwanted attention and potentially lead to more trouble. Instead, you took his hands and, with a knowing look, placed them on your midsection, subtly guiding his movements as you continued to dance with him. “You really think I can’t smell all the females on you?” you retorted, your voice a low, teasing whisper.

Ruhn remained silent, his jaw clenching.

“Do you even know who they are? Can you name at least one? I know Felix’s name, at least.”

With a frustrated groan, Ruhn angrily pushed past you and stalked off into the crowd. You shrugged, a faint chuckle escaping your lips, then turned and pulled Felix onto the dance floor, ignoring the curious glances.

Fuck what others think.