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Victoria was a woman was a highly dominant personality. Some of it was natural, some of it was simply because life had made her harden. Even so, with Adrein, the woman couldn’t help but submit to his dominance. It had taken a long time to let him fully dominate her, and she still liked to give him a challenge to get her to submit every now and again because she wasn’t easy, but still. With him, she couldn’t help but submit. As long as she would be able to still respond in a nature that let him knew just how badly she needed this. His hands holding her close, then quickly turning tables so he would be the one in the controlling position. Maybe she shouldn’t have waited so long to touch him, but maybe again the wait would make tonight something incredible and worth the wait. It seemed like he was done waiting too. Victoria held fast to his shirt, keeping his body as close as he would let her. It wasn’t as satisfactory as running her hands though his hair, for sure, but it was still something.

If Victoria thought he was really trying to get her to submit she was completely wrong. Adrein had a lot of plans for her, for ways to get her to truly break and become his. This was just the beginning. There were plans of markings, collars, and humiliation still in store for her. For now he was going to give in, sick of waiting, but there was still part of him that wanted to press her forward. He wanted to drive her insane, wanted her to beg and plead and explode all over. He wanted to prove to her that he was the one calling the shots in this relationship. He was going to have to deny her, wasn’t he? It was a horrid thought, but for the sake of dominance, Adrein would have to. He kissed her fervently, trying to get a taste of her in the moment. Hands pressing against her, Adrein’s fingers slipped under her shirt and up her chest. He didn’t want to drag it out, he wanted everything to go quick so he could get more of a taste. 

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“This isn’t my first circus, no.” The poor little lamb was still looking nervous, according to how he was sitting across from Alec. The actor would do his best to change that however. He usually had excellent results from his endeavors. Each person responded differently, always coming down to more to less the same mental state afterwards however. Alec took pride in the fact that when it came down to training his abilities were worth putting confidence in. He already anticipated the end results of Landon’s training. “So know that I knew precisely what I’m doing, and in turn what you will be doing.” He adjusted his position a little, leaning back in the swivel chair. “Now its time for you to make your decision and sign, or walk away. I would encourage the former, otherwise why would you be here?” A slow grin formed, waiting for Landon to sign.

Landon never did well under pressure. He wanted people to be happy with him, he wanted to belong to something. In this situation, he was even more nervous than normal: naked, afraid, and across from a very strong and very handsome man. What else was he supposed to do? He nodded silently when he spoke about knowing what he was doing. That was a question, how much experience did he actually have? What would Alec do to him? He doubted that would get an answer so instead he stared at the paper for awhile before he slowly leaned forward, hand pulling it towards him so he could sign. That done, he wiped his hands on his legs, wishing he had pants on, and spoke with his dry mouth, “So what happens now?”

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Good, there was a bit more of a response there. The more that Queenie gave him genuinely the more he relished. Alec would get proper response from her tonight if it took them well into early hour of the morning. He was a patient man when it come down to getting what he wanted. As long as results were desirable, he would remain patient. She would give him what he wanted.  Alec felt boredom take over, and already he was ready to move onto the next step. “Not good enough.” Alec let the toy remain where it was inside her, and then took a step back. Time to step up the game. Maybe a little too intense so soon was his next idea, but he was going to go for it. She needed intense, otherwise responding wasn’t going to happen. He two types of toys out this time and planned on implicating both at once. The first was weighted nipple clamps, having tiny balls of weight on the end of dangling chains. The metal class stretched  wide like a little mouth, Alec watching in fascination seeing them come closed down like a frame as he attached them to her nipples. The second toy was a considerably larger dildo, in length and width, and nowhere near a soft as the silicone one. In a quick change he switched out the two toys, starting the pump the harder one to stimulate more of an effect. “You deserve more. Only the best for my girl, hmm?”

The dildo in her was a relief, actually, when he wasn’t moving it. Once he backed away she focused on staying put, for no doubt if her muscles pushed the pink toy out of her whether on purpose or on accident she would get punished for it. So, instead, Queenie focused on her breathing and keeping herself calm. The nipple clamps and dildos were not comforting, however, but for the moment she could keep her face blank. That was impossible when she felt the metal on her nipples and she inhaled sharply, speaking through her teeth, “Thank you sir.” The dildo was worse, especially seeing that she was nowhere, and never, prepared enough for that. Quickly, Queenie nodded, hoping to appease him sooner rather than later. “Thank you sir!” 

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at some point I should probably add the pairings to the tags

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Head fell back, aware of her lock draping over shoulders and falling backwards to lay down soft skin. She let him push her onto the mattress more, another action that conveyed how much she was letting him be in control already. She just wanted this, if that wasn’t clear enough. He was her drug. Oops. Victoria’ eyes fluttered before opening wide, flashing him a look of approval the more his hands wandered her body. Unfortunately he was still dressed, so she couldn’t respond in kind as much as she desperately wanted to. It also wasn’t fair that he only gave her the lightest of touches, her hips pushing up to meet his once his fingers twisted her nipples as encouragement. But they were also still in the midst of foreplay, could she really expect him to give more so soon? Adrein was unpredictable, and she loved it. Deft fingers started tugging at his shirt, refusing her desires to touch more, pulling it up out of his dress pants so she could begin unbuttoning the pressed shirt. Time to make them even.

Even? Adrein could not tolerate anything close to even. He wanted to, needed to, be on top. When he was younger he used to be obsessed with being fair, but then he learned that life wasn’t fair. There was no way to make things even or to make up for his shitty existence. So instead he became obsessed with being better and having more than everyone else. Victoria was never going to make things fair between them, he wanted far too much to allow that to happen. A hand went down to her hips, pressing them down so they were no longer pressing up against him. First, it helped him control himself, and second off it would tease her more. Slowly, he pulled back so he was blowing against her lips as he spoke, “Patience. We’re not over yet. Besides, did I tell you that you could take off my shirt?” Going back in for a kiss, he worked quickly to part her lips. Teasing was all well and good, but he needed a taste of everything himself. 

Surprise Visits

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I do not have a lot of fluff on this page and it is unfortunate. 

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atouchoftrouble:

Alec wasn’t quite sure what to make of Xavier. There were always going to be rumors about someone, but up to certain point one had to form their own opinions on a person. He didn’t know just what to do decide yet. “Do you root for the underdog?”

Xavier thought about the question and shrugged, “I don’t fucking know man, I root for whoever has the best idea. The underdogs should get more of a chance, so if that’s rooting for them, sure.” He didn’t really care if he didn’t know Alec. At the end of the day it didn’t really matter.

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Emilia Clarke in Voice from the Stone (2017) - Part II

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atouchoftrouble:

All-right kids, its time for honesty circle. Victoria had a gut feeling that Adrein would respond in such a manner. “Now?” She wished she could admit her true feelings, or what she was beginning to feel, however telling the lawyer such revelations would give him a permanent grip on her. She wasn’t sure she could subject herself to such limitations so soon. “You have a powerful personality at times. Something I’m positive you already know.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” he answered flatly, his eyes staring deep into her. He wanted her to admit it, wanted that power. Victoria was onto him more than he would like, but at the end of the day he still had all the power. 

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Elizabeth lived her life as a princess very similarly to how she lived her life as the daughter of an Earl. Nothing was too fancy, classy and classic clothing, and her life away from the public eye if she wasn’t at a sponsored event. Some of that was harder now than it was in her life before. The tabloids wanted more pictures of her than they had before, especially when she was travelling with Gabriel. Frankly, it was nice to get away from it all for a spell. It wasn’t anything specific, merely her grandfather’s birthday. The few weeks off were enjoyable and she spent most of it inside with her family. She didn’t have to perform like she normally did back in Quentovic. 

On the flight back, she prepared herself for what was ahead: the tabloids, pretending to love the man she was married to, the political scheming. She could do most of it, but sometimes it was exhausting. Tastefully dressed in a powdered blue blazer and skirt, she descended the staircase of Gabriel’s plane, grateful for the luxury. It was so much better than flying coach and dodging through airports. With a wave to the crowd, Beth’s smile turned on her husband’s as she reached the bottom. “Hello-.” The sound was cut from her lips as he dipped her and kissed her, her hands dropping her bags and wrapping around his head. It was a nice kiss, far better than the one at their wedding. Hell, it may be the best kiss she ever had. Pulling back, she looked at him breathless. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

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It had been a while since he had seen his wife. Given, Gabriel didn’t really loathe thinking of Beth in the same way any longer. It was still not preferable, he didn’t love the woman or anything, but at least he was aware that he tolerated her. They had a few things in common that kept him from finding ways of  exterminating the woman. In the public eye however, the couple was happy as can be, all part of their plot to try and throw Rosalind off track. They were total sweethearts, an idea that Gabriel knew how much the tabloids ate up. When Elizabeth left Quentovic for a few weeks ( honestly, he knew she had told him the reason but he he didn’t remember. He didn’t love her, remember? What would he care if they were a part for a bit? That didn’t mean his heart didn’t give a little pang or two of loneliness in the meantime ) he made sure he was going to be at the airport once she arrived back home. It was no surprise that the paparazzi was already there, snapping shots of him arriving, then her plane, then Beth walking off the plane. Gabriel hurried over, removing his sunglasses to put in his jacket pocket, heading straight for the woman that had just come off the stairs. God he loved having a private jet. “Hello darling,” he greeted cheerfully, before pulling the woman into his arms, dipping her a bit with one hand behind her waist and the other behind her head, as he kissed her deeply. He didn’t pull away anytime soon, hearing the cameras clicking behind him, because he had an act to put on. It was only a few seconds into the kiss that Gabriel realized this was the first time he had kissed her since their wedding.

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“you don’t need to be stressed!” okay but consider this: I am

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[From: The Husband] Beth: I was unaware that I could control the paparazzi. Beth: Why didn’t you tell me that sooner? I would have used it to our advantage

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[ To Sandra Dee ]

Gabriel: We’re out of milk Gabriel: Again. Gabriel: Tell the paparazzi to go away so I can send you to go get some.

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handfuloftroublemakers:

“Neither do I. But as much as I’m a dreamer I’m not going to live life in odd denial.” Standing inside of his their new place, trying his absolute hardest not to be overly cynical about everything, he tolerated her joke. It wasn’t that bad…actually. He was just at that point where he was ready for the day to be over. “Doesn’t mean that its agreeable. Its small.” Gabriel was feeling a little claustrophobic just standing inside the foyer. This was nothing at all like his quarters, like his palace. That was when Elizabeth drew his attention to the scattered things around the entryway. Some things were unfamiliar, especially those that had wrappings of their horrid wedding colors. To that pile, a variety of presents and furniture, the prince pointed. “Those are. The rest are my personal items. Guess its a welcome home gift. How sweet.”

“It’s not denial if you know the reality,” Elizabeth said simply. She knew the risks of everything, how likely something was the fail. It wasn’t dreaming that kept her plans in order, it was sheer will and planning. “Surely, you know that it’s not about size, it’s about how you use it.” Normally she would not make such a sexualized joke, but the timing was right. Plus, it was a common expression, so it was barely sexual at that. 

She frowned when he stated they were from his sister. How could they really except anything from his sister? They were fighting against each other, constantly from what she had heard. Rosalind seemed like the type to put bugs in the gifts, “We have to check all of these.” 

First Meetings && Final Marriages

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Guys I am super sorry I have been so absent, give me one more week and then I should be good.

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*when ppl like my posts about wanted plots/ships*