#Green Sapphire and diamond ring | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

azzo0 · 6 months

Note

Hi! Can I request a super fluffy oneshot of Bakugo proposing to his s/o?! 🥰😭

Affection in the Flow

Summary: Katsuki wants to ask you to marry him. He takes you on a picnic, and everything seems to be going according to plan until he trips in the water and almost loses the ring.

A/N: omg, this is my first request! I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Pairing: Bakugo x gn!reader

Bakugo stood in front of a display case, biting the inside of his cheek. This was the fourth jewelry store he dragged Kirishima to. None of the rings seemed right. He pointed his finger at a ring, and the jeweler slid the display box open, taking out the ring and putting it in a tray for Bakugo to see. He took it in his hand, inspecting the little diamond, tuning out the jewelers blabbing about its delicate cuts and from where it was mined.

He put the ring back in the tray halfheartedly. At this rate, he was never going to buy a ring. Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, flashing him a toothy grin, "Katsuki, you don't have to worry about the ring so much. I'm sure N/n will marry you with or without a ring."

"I know, I know," Bakugo huffed, "I jus' want it to be special, and none of these fucking rings feel right."

Kirishima subtly glanced at the jeweler to see him sporting an offended look. Clearing his throat, he steered Bakugo out of the store, "How about we try one last store? We can come back another day if you don't like anything here."

Bakugo spent a good ten minutes shifting around, glowering at the rings on display. Just when he was going to leave and call it a day, one of the rings caught his eye. The ring had a pear-shaped sapphire with tiny diamonds outlining it.

"Oi, Shitty Hair. Does an engagement ring have to be a diamond?" He felt almost shy asking Kirishima for advice.

"Of course not! It can be anything. Heck, it doesn't even need to have a diamond," Kirishima replied. Bakugo looked at the jeweler and pointed at the ring so he could see it up close. It was simply beautiful, just like you.

"I'm buying this one," he said. He fished out another ring from his pocket.

This one was your ring he'd managed to slip out of your jewellery box in the morning while you were still sound asleep. After making sure the ring was your size, he finally bought it.

He stepped out of the store, his shoulders sagging with relief. Now, he had to set the perfect moment to ask you to marry him.

"Oi, are ya ready yet?!" Bakugo called from the kitchen as he packed a few sandwiches and snacks into a picnic basket. The ring was hidden away in the inner pocket of his jacket, poking him in the ribs now and then.

"Yes," you replied, entering the kitchen, your eyes falling on the picnic basket, "We're going on a picnic?"

"Yes." He replied, eyes running up and down your outfit. He smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips, "Lookin' pretty."

"Thank you, Katsuki."

As he drove to the picnic spot, he gave you an ear as you talked about the randomest things, adding a few comments of his own here and there. It was an hour-long drive, given Bakugo had picked a secluded area where there wouldn't be many people. He wanted to have this moment with just you and him.

"That's so many flowers, Katsuki!" You exclaimed once you guys arrived at your destination. Eyes wide, you admired the never-ending stretch of grass and wildflowers.

"I knew you'd like it," he said, leading you to the shade of a tree. He took the sheet from the picnic basket, laying it out on the grass. He put the picnic basket on the sheet, almost letting out a yelp when the box in his pocket poked him again.

"Are you alright?" You asked, watching him pull on his jacket awkwardly.

"Yeah, don't worry. Just sit." He replied, taking off the jacket. He sat beside you, crossing his legs. He took in the beautiful scenery spreading in front of him. There were small flowers scattered throughout the grass like tiny specks of colourful paint on a green canvas. He could see a walking trail in the distance. Maybe you two could go and take a small walk after lunch.

He glanced at you to see you humming as you plucked flowers from the grass and made a chain. His heart threatened to spill out from his chest at the sight of you wearing a daisy crown. He held himself from reaching for his jacket and pulling out the ring.

"Hey, Katsuki, I made you a daisy crown." You said, holding up a flower crown.

"Hah? I ain't wearin' flowers!"

"Why not?"

"They probably have bugs creepin' on them."

"They don't. See, I'm wearing one too. If your head feels itchy, I'll search your hair for bugs."

Giving in, he relucantly leaned forward so you you could put the daisy crown on his head. He gritted his teeth when you whipped your phone out to take annoyingly close-up pictures of his face.

"So cute," you batted your eyelashes at him. He simply continued staring at you, zoning out.

"Are you really alright, Katsuki? You've been giving me weird looks today."

"I'm fine." He said, lifting the flap of the basket and handing you a sandwich, "Eat."

"If you're unwell, we can l-" The rest of your sentence was cut off by Bakugo unwrapping the sandwich and shoving it in your mouth. You glared at him as you took a bite, watching him snicker and poke your cheeks. You swatted his hand, turning your face away from his to eat peacefully.

After lunch, you two went on a walk, Katsuki's thumb brushing over your fingers as he held your hand, wondering what your finger would like with the ring. Several times when you were asleep, he thought of sneaking the ring onto your finger. He did not do it in fear you'd wake up.

He looked to his side to see your features basking in the green light filtered through the thick canopy of trees surrounding the walking trail. You stopped, putting a hand on his lips as you listened in concentration. The sound of flowing water was heard not far away.

"I think it's a stream," Bakugo said. He took your hand, leading you towards where he could hear the water.

"Looks like you're right. It's a stream!" Before Bakugo could stop you, you kicked your shoes off, rolled your pants up and stepped into the cool flowing water.

"Oi, get back here!" Bakugo yelled, "You'll slip!"

"I won't! Come on, it's so relaxing." You waved at him, motioning for him to come over. He let out a groan and removed his shoes, following you into the stream.

"Some of the stones here are fuckin' sharp," he said, "Be careful."

"Don't worry-" You slipped on a rock, almost falling face-first into the water when he caught you.

"Don't worry," He mimicked your your voice. You puffed your cheeks out at him and tried escaping from his grip. He pulled you towards him, letting out a chuckle as he effortlessly lifted you, an arm under your head, the other under your thighs. You let out a gasp at the sudden movement, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He looked down into your eyes, slowly inching closer until his lips brushed yours. He remembered the box, sitting in his pocket and moved out of the stream, putting you down. Clearing his throat, he unzipped his jacket, a fierce pink dusting his cheeks.

You watched him, puzzled at first. Realisation dawned on you when he reached for something in the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small navy blue box. Your eyes snapped up to his face to find his intense crimson gaze already set on you.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life going on these stupid picnics with me?" He opened the box, revealing the sapphire ring.

You couldn't help but laugh as tears pooled in your eyes. You looked down at the ring and up again at the man you loved fiercely. You took a step towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Yes, Katsuki," you nodded, "Yes, I want to spend my life going on stupid picnics with you."

He took your face in his hands, catching your lips in a kiss. He pulled away, hands almost shivering with excitement as he took the ring in his sweaty fingers, only for it to slip out of his fingers.

"Oh, fuck!" He yelled, stomping into the water, frantically looking for the ring. He found it flowing along with the stream and chased after it. Luckily, it got stuck in between two rocks, and he was able to get it back, "Got it!"

He turned around to walk back to you and tripped on a mossy rock. You rushed to him with concern when he remained face first in the water, "Katsuki, are you okay?!"

He sat up with the water flowing past him. He looked up at you, sporting a pout with pink ears. You giggled, taking out a leaf stuck in his hair, "You're pouting."

He grunted, standing up with the help of your hand. He opened his palm, revealing the ring, "This is not what I planned," he mumbled, "We're doin' this shit again."

He grabbed your hand, the ring still in his palm. The box had fallen somewhere while he was chasing after the ring, "Marry me."

"That sounds like an order."

"It is." He replied cheekily.

"Guess I have no choice." You smiled, holding your hand out for him. He slipped the ring onto your finger, and you grinned at it, admiring the blue stone outlined with little diamonds.

"I love you, Katsuki." You brought your head to his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you.

"Love ya too, dumbass."

You stood in his embrace for the longest time with a pleasant breeze blowing through your hair, leaves rustling around you two, and the water flowing past your ankles. He might have tripped and almost lost the ring, but it still felt perfect because it was Katsuki who put a ring on your finger.

As long as it was him, you'd agree to marry him in a stream a hundred times in a hundred different worlds.

#katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #azzo writes

625 notes · View notes

nappingmoon · 2 months

Text

nanami finds your perfect engagement ring -of course- but he is torn on the decision of the accompanying bands. he revisits the jeweler over weeks, standing before the glass and comparing the rings in the display to pieces of your favorite jewelry from past photos. they would all look so gorgeous and each unique ring aspect reminds him of a different part of you and, rather than leave any option behind, he gets a bunch. some have little emeralds, because the pop of green just compliments your skin tone so well. another is simple, just a band for your quieter days, when things get overwhelming. one stack of rings joins together like a little sun, and even with all the diamonds set in it, it cannot even hope to match half of your sparkle.

he gives each one to you on a different date. one night, he takes you for a beach stroll. you've just finished dinner at the most beautiful restaurant on the coast and as you walk hand in hand, your sandals in his free hand, you're focused on the sensation of the sand between your toes, and how the water feels lapping up before receding. when you turn around, he's got his eyes fixed on you. his gaze is soft and full of nothing but adoration and you watch him sneak his hand into the pocket of his pants before pulling out a stunning little band, decorated with small pearls. "kento, you did not!" you squeal, giddily making your way back to him, leaving small divots in the wet sand. you throw your arms around his neck without thought, and he grips on to the ring hard while his arms come around your back, intent on not dropping it. he replaced the sapphire embellished ring with the new one, perfectly fitting around your sparkling engagement ring. the blues were cute by the water but the pearls brought in such an elegant aspect. after taking a moment to admire it, you rise back to your tippy toes and bring your husband in for a kiss.

he smiles against your lips, pleased. "i take it, you like the ring?" he asks, as if he had even a smidge of doubt.

"it's perfect, my love." your response is echoed by the waves, the soft rumble of the ocean glittering under the moonlight only strengthening the resolve in your voice.

#inspired by yolanda diaz's ring stacks on tik tok #shes so cool and if i wanted to be like a lil housewife / artistic endeavor wife- she'd be my idol #such cute energy #also kento my darling #hes so perfect #im sighing wistfully #i am not proofreading this i hope its coherent #.kento #.love on the brain #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami jjk #nanami

188 notes · View notes

lua-magic · 9 months

Text

Improve your planets.

I know planets in our birth chart is fixed but we can fix the energies of planets externally as well.

Venus.

If you want to improve your Venus then wear white colour, include number six and wear either diamond or white sapphire in your middle finger

Mercury.

If you want to improve your Mercury then wear green colour, include number five and wear emerald on the little finger .

Mars.

If you want to improve your Mars, then wear red colour, include number nine and wear red coral on the ring finger.

Jupiter.

If you want to improve your Jupiter then wear yellow clothes mores, include number three and wear yellow sapphire on index finger.

Saturn

If you want to improve your Saturn then include number eight, wear black colour and wear amythest bracelet or blue sapphire on ring finger.

Sun.

If you want to improve your sun, then wear

orange, saffron, golden and red, include number one and wear Ruby in ring finger or wear copper bracelet.

You eat and drink water in copper vessels and practice sun gazing.

Moon.

To improve your moon in your chart then wear pale white, cream or silver colour, wear pearl ornaments or moonstone bracelet and include number two.

You should eat food and drink water in silver vessel and do moon meditation.

Rahu or north node.

If you want to improve north node then wear dark blue colour, include number four and wear hessonite bracelet.

Ketu or south node

If you want to improve your ketu then wear cats eye, include number seven and wear brown colour clothes.

Don't wear the stones of enemy planets together.

Sun is enemy planet of Saturn, Rahu and Ketu.

Moon is enemy planet of Saturn, rahu, ketu and Mercury and sun.

Mars and Mercury are enemy planets.

Venus is enemy planet of ketu and sun.

Jupiter is enemy of Rahu and Moon, Mercury and Venus

Saturn is enemy of Sun, Rahu.

Wear either the stone of Moon or Mars but don't wear them together.

Don't wear black or stone of Saturn if Saturn is in six, eighth and twelfth or even retro in your chart.

#occult #astro community #vedic astrology #astro observations #astro notes #astrology #ast

392 notes · View notes

stalkerofthegods · 11 months

Text

Lady Aphrodite/Venus deep dive

Lady Aphrodite/Venus is Amazing and beautiful in soul and looks, graceful as a swan and as kind as a mother, I adore Lady Aphrodite/Venus as a worshiper and as a researcher, she is far beyond interesting, so please know that she is not any insults you may know, she is a powerful and wonderful goddess and a mother, and know she is not just her looks.

Herbs • anemone, daffodil, myrtle, lettuce , pomegranate, apple, rosemary fresh roses, vanilla, cinnamon, cypress, jasmine, the olive tree, narcissus, honeysuckle, the apple tree, the lime tree, Strawberries, Oranges, Pears, lotus

Animals• hare, turtle-dove, sparrow, goose, swan, horses, hummingbirds, cats, butterflies, bees, fish, hare.

Symbols• Hearts, Seashells, Mirror, Girdles, Dolphins, Doves, Swans, Sparrows, Bees, Sea Foam, Pomegranates, Apples, Strawberries, Oranges, Pears

Colors • pink & red, rose gold , blue, green, white, gold, baby blue, pastel colors, Seafoam green, Aqua

Appearance in astral or general • many ancient artworks of her, depicted her with traditionally male features, like beards, along with traditionally female features, she can change looks many times, but no matter her looks she is the most beautiful alive.

Crystal• rose quarts, garnet, pearls, diamond, sapphire, aquamarine, opal, sea glass, silver, emerald, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, ocean jasper, morganite

Jewelry • pearls, rose gold, promise rings, diamonds

epithets of Aphrodite• Psytiros - whispering Aphrodite, epithet also is attributed to Eros, Euploia - a marine epithet to Aphrodite of easy sailing, fair voyage, Leaina -the Lioness, an epithet given to the Goddess by Athenian orator Democha, Praxis - Aphrodite of action, a statue to whom stood in the city of Megara, Peitho - as an epithet to Aphrodite, it describes Her a persuasive, Epiodoros - Aphrodite of bountiful gifts as She was titled by Greek poet Stesichoru, Argounis - shining Aphrodite, worshiped in Boeotia and likely associated with Dawn, Philomedes - Aphrodite of a lovely smile or smiling Aphrodite, Helikoblepharos - quick-glancing, or Aphrodite with an ever-moving eye, Polychrisou - rich in gold, rich in many golden gifts, Chrisopeplos - gold-clad, Aphrodite dressed in gold, Chrisostephanos - Aphrodite wearing a golden wreath, Chrisanios - Aphrodite holding golden rein as Her chariot was often said to be fully made of gold, Nikêphoros- She is the Warlike, Areia- She is the averter of unlawful desires and actions, Apostrophia- She is one who blessed marriage and unions, Migôntis- She is the one who turns to love, Ourania- Heavenly, Divine Love, Pandêmos- Common To All, Epistrophia - She who Turns to Love, Nympthia Hêrê - Of Hera of Marriage, Symmakhia- Ally in Love, Pontia - Of the Sea, Kypria - Of Cyprus, Pothon Mater - Mother of Desire, Chrysea- Golden, Aphrodite Urania (also spelt Ourania), Aphrodite Pandemos, Venus Genatrix, Peitho, - meaning persuasion, Philommeidḗs - "smile-loving", Cypris and Cythereia - for her association of Cyprus and Cythera, Eleemon, In Athens, she was known as Aphrodite in kopois ("Aphrodite of the Gardens”, At Cape Clias, a town along the Attic coast, she was venerated as Genetyllis "Mother", Aphrodite Euploia - of the fair voyage, Anaduomenê - The Goddess Who Arose From The Sea, Ambologêra - The Ons Who Delays Old Age, Antheia - The Blooming One / Friend Of Flowers , Apotrophia - The Expeller ( Of Shameful and Sinful Desire), Areia - The Warlike, Kupria/Kuprigeneia - The One Born in The Island Of Cyprus, Despoina - The Rulling Goddess/ The Mistress , Genetullis - The Protectress Of Births , Nikêphoros - Bringer Of Victory

Cult epithets • Ourania (heavenly) , Pandémos (common to all) , areia (of ares, warlike) , hòplismené (armed) , Symmakhia (ally in love)

Poetic epithets • Kypris ( of Cyprus) , philomeidês (laughter loving) , aphrogenia (foam born) khryseé (golden) Pothón Mêtêr (mother of desire)

Names• Venus, Aphrodite, Harthor, Astare, Priyah, inanna, isis, Freaya,

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Zodiac • Libra, taruas

How to get closer • sign her hymms or dance in her honor

Number• 5

Courting• Ares, she is no longer married.

Past lovers and flings • Anchises (a mortal in the past she dated), Adonis ( handsome young man killed by a boar (Ares in disguise), Dionysus, Zues (maybe), Hermes, Phaethon, Posideon, Butes, Apollon

Devine children • Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, Eros, Anteros, pothos, hermaphrodios, (From the mortal Anchuses), Aeneas a mythical hero of Troy and Rome, and Lyrus/Lyrnus (From Butes), eryxs, Meligounis and several more unnamed daughters, Hymenajks, lacchus, priapus, the Charites, (graces: Aglaea, Euphrosyne, Thalia) (From Dionysus) Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, The Erotes (Eros) , Anteros, Himeros , Pothos, from Ares, Hermaphroditos, Priapus, from Hermes, Rhodos from Posideon, Beroe, Golgos, Priapus (rarely) (from Adonis), Astynous from Phaethon, Priapus (from Zeus)

Attendees • The erotes, Harmonia, Hebe, peithos, the kharites , Naiades

Regions• Cyprus; Kytherea, Corinth, Eryx in Sicly

Holiest shrine• Paphos, island of Cyprus, (her birth place & seat of her mysteria)

Other shrines • Temples throughout Greece and Asia Minor and ur moms house. Some places, most notably Sparta, Thebes, and Cyprus honored her as a goddess of war.

Parents • Ouranos Sometimes it’s said that she is the daughter of Zeus and Dione. And born from the severed genitals of the primordial god Ouranos.

Siblings • Aeacus, Angelos, Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Ersa, Hebe, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Heracles, Hermes, Minos, Pandia, Persephone, Perseus, Rhadamanthus, the Graces, the Horae, the Litae, the Muses and the Moirai.

personality• she isn’t intimidating at first, she likes not having already used products on her alter if possible, a clean, nice smelling alter.

dislikes• She does not like Medusa, she wants nothing to do with her for some reason, just what I’ve heard from people who worshiped Aphrodite and Medusa in close timelines

Diety of • Sex, libido, self-image, self-love, relationships, friendships, parent love and pet love, crushes, lust, procreation, seduction, pleasure, happiness, sadness, passion, stalking, ports, port homes

Home• Olympus and was living in the sea before Olympus

Hate• Boars, pigs.

Likes• Faries, unicorns, butterflies, lacy & frilly things, music boxes, ballet, cars.

Roots• Greek, born near Paphos, on the island of Cyprus

Offerings • pastries, cakes, , olive branches, dark chocolate, wine, apples, perfume, makeup, Pomegranate: said to be first planted by Aphrodite herself, Strawberries, Raspberries, Blackberries, Figs, Watermelon, Sea shells, handheld mirrors/ beautifully ornate mirrors, makeup products, perfumes (sweet/sensual/seductive ones), skin/body care products, fruits, apples, lettuce, pomegranates, chocolates, sugar and cream, honey, wine (rosé or sweet-scented), sweetened rose tea, rose quartz, pearls, jewelry, roses, flower bouquets, statues of her sacred animals (ex- swans) , myrtle or myrrh incense, pink/gold/white candles, seawater, the artwork of her, devotional poems, self-care routines, ritual baths, have a rose garden that you can take care of in her name if possible, be supportive of women and the LGBTQ+ community. • olive oil, fruit, honey, chocolate, dark chocolate (she loves it) , Apples/golden apples, Mermaids, Jewelry, Cherries, Dolphins imagery, Perfumes, Cologne, Makeup, Combs, Affirmations/Affirmation Cards, Beach Sand, Sea imagery, Water, Love poems, Oyster shells, Pink Salt, Driftwood, Sea glass, Amenome/Roses/Carnations, Other flowers, Valentine's Day gifts, Teddy bears, Rose water, Eros/Cupid imagery, Cakes, (Dress up) Dolls, Chapstick/lipstick, Fishnets, Honey cakes, Undergarments, Hearts, Handheld fans, Pictures of loved ones, Condoms/lube(18+), Lingerie(18+), Undergarments(18+), Sex toys(18+), NSFW magazines/books/movie(18+) (AND I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY 18+, OR ASK HER!!), roses, Myrtles, Apples, Pomegranates, Honey, Chocolates, Cookies or cakes made to look like one of Her symbols (ex- hearts), Strawberries, Oranges, Pears, Bath Salts, Bath oils, Bubble bath soap, Scented lotions or fancy soaps

Devotional• light your favorite candle, put on your favorite lotion or perfume, put on your favorite piece of jewelry, put on your favorite article of clothing, enjoy a sweet treat, Sex magic, Glamour spells, Dressing up, acts of self care and acts of self- love, Caring for mental & physical health, Take a bubble bath,Spend time at the sea, Collect sea shells, Read Sappho poetry, Donate to LBGTQ+, Support sex workers, Have safe sex and learn about it, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, Donate to woman programs and shelters, Do stuff to make ur self feel empowered and beautiful, Honor her kids and ares, watch a romcom, watch a regular romantic movie or show or read your favorite romantic story, Make plans with loved ones and friends or your lover in her honor, Treat yourself to something you enjoy, if you have a pet and they like to snuggle, snuggle or lay with them. Talk to them and tell them how much you love them (If able take them for a walk or a ride), listen to ocean/sea soundscapes, read up on all the many kinds of love, engage in an act of self-care, listen to love songs, listen to a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or playlist, or journal all of your favorite things and things that you love, learn about the different kinds of love, do things that boost your self esteem, be gentle with yourself, take it easy, etc, watch a ballet, read love poems, Dress up and selfies, Keep menstrual products on you (even if you don't bleed), Advocate for pro-choice, Give/accept compliments, Advocate for SA victims, Go on a date, Take yourself on a date, Do something nice for your partner, get a Manicure/pedicure, Flirt, Affirmations in the mirror, Drink wine, Advocate for proper sex ed (Including queer sex ed), Experiment with your style, Mirror scrying, Listen to sleep affirmations, Love letter to self/her/partner, Take a bath/shower,Go to the ocean/water, Finally give into that one kink (You know the one, 18+), do Masturbation in her honor (only 18+, I heard she’s not comfortable with minors doing it, but that’s between y’all, just ask her beforehand.), Practice safe sex (18+), Educate yourself on the porn industry, Support sex workers (TIP THEM, 18+), Have sex (18+), Get educated on consent/safe sex, Take nude/lewds (18+)

Holiday • on March 18, goddess of fertility day

Season• spring

Status• Olympian, major goddess

Music • Harry styles, Classical music, old love songs (50s & 60s)

Day• Friday

Planet• Venus

Tarot• High priestess, the lovers, the empress, the star

Rituals • honored and invoked for love and fertility and beauty

Festivals • Aphrodisa, kinyrades ( summer festival) adonia ( mourning for Adonis, woman only)

Fact• She was most worshiped during times of politics, Many people offered her Opiates, or did Opiates in her honor. opium-burners were often found at her shrines in ancient times, please do not do opium.

Prayer•

1• sing, sing, oh i sing to aphrodite who is most beautiful! she who stirs the passionof men & god alike! o, to she — i sing! golden goddess with soft lashes, golden goddess withsoft arms, i spin and sing and delight in the bright rose that is you. may i dance with your grace, lifted up as the foam from the sea as you were — may my smile be blessed with delight. golden-haired goddess, bless my tongue to be sweet as honey, bless my fingers to be delicate and swift, bless my steps so they may bound forth in soft beauty. glory to she — praise to she! goddess of ever golden smiles, of fierce beauty, of spilling laughter and delight. o! may i love as you love — may i delight as you delight! goddess, fill me with your beauty — may i shine & rise above the wrathful waters of those around me and delight, delight, delight in the glory that you have given to me!

2•Golden Aphrodite

Lady of beauty and grace, Please give me the power to appreciate my body, Grant me confidence in my masculinity, Help me to feel your love within myself, and to express it outwardly as well, Lady Aphrodite, please hear my prayer, I sing your praises and offer you this incense

3•Aphrodite, guide me towards love. Help me discover it, receive it, embrace it, give it, celebrate it, honor it, teach it, and live it. Let love be the mark I leave, as your devotee, as a human being.

4• Antheia

Hear to me my call for spring to have sprung,Oh, sweet one scented of honey and nectar. Hear my call Aphrodite Antheia,As I harken a need for the sweet bloom. I crave the beauty of the opening flower, The sweet taste of its nectar upon my lips. Ah Aphrodite Antheia, Bring to me the joy of the fresh blooms. Let the petals cascade upon my body, Allow me the joy of the sunshine. Oh sweet one, Oh Aphrodite Antheia. Bestow upon me and mine, The gifts of the flowers fair.

5•daughter of seafoam, goddess of beauty, aphrodite please hear my cries. please listen as i describe all the parts of me that are shattered & torn, please understand as i tell my stories of pain. aphrodite accept me please. aphrodite pick me up & help me mend myself for i am yours, thank you so much & so mote it be

6• Aphrodite rivals the beauty of the sun setting over an ocean's horizon as you stand on the shore, the water tickling your feet as it pulled in and pushed back out repeatedly by the waves.

Scents/Inscene • Rose, wine, fresh roses, Frankincesne, Myrrth, vanilla, cinnamon, cypress, jasmine, cherry blossom, lavender.

Other• images of things she’s associated with, jewelry, perfume, bath salts , scented lotion, seawater, seashells, sand, makeup, feathers, self care essentials.

Links/websites/sources

@khaire-traveler

ephemeral-cryptid.tumblr.com

@mars-and-the-theoi graffitiphilosopher.tumblr.com teawiththegods.tumblr.com

@seleniangnosis

@melitheoidevotion

@seafoamsister

evilios.tumblr.com hearthcreation.tumblr.com orsialos.tumblr.com

@hisfluer

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

318 notes · View notes

monster-disaster · 2 months

Note

Are you doing anything for Mer-May?🌊

It’d be fun to have a story between a mermaid reader and maybe two love interests. Being a human man and merman 👉🏻👈🏻

merman!Lauran x mermaid!Reader x human!Alex Good to know: no warnings

A/N: Well, I'm reeeeaally late with this, but I hope you will still find some joy reading it. :)

The sea shimmers under the blazing midday sun, casting a brilliant glow across the water. Vivid greens and blues sparkle under the bright rays that scatter across the waves. Gentle ripples move in a rhythmic pattern, pushing and rocking the small boat on the surface. In the distance, the land appears as a thin, delicate strip, barely visible at the edge of the horizon.

Your laughter mingles with the soothing sound of the crashing waves as you dart out of the water with a joyful shriek. Droplets of seawater glisten on you like tiny diamonds as the sun kisses your skin. Your eyes follow the familiar form of your mate, whose scales shimmer in shades of emerald and sapphire beneath the glimmering water. His movements are quick and graceful as he grabs your lover's waist with a swift motion and pulls him up to the surface. The sight of Alex's shocked expression at the sudden change of position makes you laugh even harder. The sound blends seamlessly with the waves and the cries of the seagulls above.

"Alex," Lauran grins. "It's your turn now."

The human just groans, making the other male grin.

Your gaze lingers on the pair for a long second. Lauran, your mate, is an enchanting beauty with long, blond hair cascading down his back. His straight nose, hard jawline, and perfect, sharp teeth add to his captivating allure. Beside him, Alex has a natural, boyish charm. He is leaner than the merman. His physique is shaped by living on land and spending long hours in the water. His dark hair is tousled and tangled with salt and bright sunlight. The contrast between them is striking, yet they complement each other perfectly.

"You’re too slow, Alex!" You tease the human. Your laughter rings out as you swim absently in the water. With a few flicks of your tail, you glide closer, then dart away at the last moment, always staying just out of his reach. Alex, determined, lunges after you. His movements are fast but not quite enough to catch you. Water splashes everywhere, and your giggles grow louder. Meanwhile, Lauran floats nearby with an amused smile on his lips. He swims around Alex, his cockiness is obvious as he watches the playful scene between his lovers.

The chase whirls you around the boat in a dizzying circle. As you swim, your hand skims the wet side of the vessel. The surface is cool and slick beneath your fingers. You glance over your shoulder every now and again before ducking down and appearing somewhere else.

"It's not fair, you know?" Alex pants. His breath comes in quick, heavy bursts, but he still refuses to give up. His face is flushed with effort and excitement. His shoulders are slightly red from the sun.

"Slow down, my love," Lauran cuts in, his voice soothing and amused. He swims up to Alex, gently placing his webbed hand on the back of the man's neck. The touch sends a shiver through the young man's body, and you can see goosebumps rise on his sun-kissed skin as he closes his eyes for a long, blissful moment.

"We don’t want to exhaust him too soon," you agree, joining the pair with a playful smile. Wrapping your arms around Alex’s neck, you pull him close, pressing your bodies together. You can feel his muscles relaxing and melting against you, and a contented sigh escapes your lips as you bask in the warmth radiating from him. He smells like summer and salt.

"No," Lauran hums softly into the crook of Alex’s neck. His lips graze the sensitive skin with gentle, nibbling kisses. The merman’s touch is both tender and teasing.

Taking control, you lean in to kiss your human lover. Your lips brush against his with a playful nip on the soft flesh of his lower lip. You tug it gently before allowing your tongue to explore the warmth of his mouth. He tastes like the sea and something else. Even after spending so much time in the water with you and Lauran, there is still an earthy tint about him. His presence is a grounding, connecting the world outside to your realm in the sea.

"But you are still slow," you giggle. Every word you say brushes against his slightly open lips.

"I would like to see how fast you would be with legs," he retorts before pressing against you for another searing kiss.

You spend the day in this blissful dance in the salty embrace of the sea and the caress of the burning sunlight. You chase each other through the water with kisses, warm touches, and silly jokes. Time seems to stretch as you move together in a carefree rhythm.

When the sun dips below the horizon, coloring the sky in brilliant hues of orange and pink, Lauran gently guides Alex back into the boat. His worry and protectiveness for the human are evident in every movement he makes. No matter how much time Alex spends in the water, he will never have muscles like you or Lauran. He gets tired and sore much more easily than the merfolk.

Alex, however, glances back at the pair of you with a sad look as you and your mate start to push the boat towards the land in the distance. His voice tinted with reluctance. "I don't want to go home yet. It's still early."

Lauran's eyes soften with a reassuring smile as he responds, "As you wish, my love. The day doesn’t have to end just yet."

As you push and steer the boat with Alex aboard, the three of you navigate toward your favorite spot; a secluded cove not far from the bustling beach. The cove is framed by jagged rocks, separating it from the outside world. The boat glides through the water with a gentle sway while the busy beach fades into the background. The splashes under your tail echo off the rugged walls.

Alex climbs out of the boat onto the sandy shore, leaving a wet trail behind. You and Lauran follow him, emerging from the water until your upper bodies and most of your tails are on the beach. The sand clings to your damp skin as you settle down next to Alex, feeling its warmth beneath you. You rest your head on your human's arm while Lauran curls up against him. His scales catch the last of the fading sunlight as he gazes out through the entrance of the cove.

The sounds of the bustling beach seem distant now, replaced by the gentle whispers of the evening breeze and the rhythmic lull of the waves.

"I don't want this summer to end," Alex says, breaking the silence first. A small scowl forms between his brows as he thinks about the future. The thought of you and Lauran going back to your own world when the summer ends weighs heavily on his chest.

You and the merman exchange a knowing glance, both feeling the same reluctance and worry. As autumn approaches and the temperature begins to drop, you and your kind prepare for your annual journey across the sea. It’s a cycle that repeats year after year, a rhythm of migration that’s as much a part of your life as the changing seasons.

"We could stay," you reply, your voice is heavy with the unknown. The idea of remaining in this place is both thrilling and daunting. It’s not uncommon for merfolk to make such a decision, but it is a significant one with challenges and sacrifices.

Lauran nods, his gaze softening as he looks at Alex, who is nestled comfortably between you both. "If you want us, we could stay," he says gently, offering the possibility with an open heart.

As you all lie together in the quiet cove and the stars begin to twinkle above, the lingering decision feels like a chance for something new. For something exciting.

#monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #terat0philliac #teratophillia #sweet asks #monster girlfriend #monster fucker #monster kink #monster lover #monsterfucker #exophelia #merman x reader #mermaid x human

58 notes · View notes

lethalchiralium · 2 years

Text

Caring | John Price x F!Reader

a/n: literally just john taking care of you. man is a worshipper, you can’t tell me shit

warnings: none, just caring and loving captain john price :D

summary: After a night out, John always follows through on his rituals.

Pushing aside your hair, John’s calloused fingertips brushed against the back of your neck as he undid your necklace. The heavy necklace full of beautiful stones now settled in his hand, he carefully placed it upon your dresser. He moved around to your front, his hands finding your ears and carefully taking out the matching earrings - the earrings and necklace a set he had just bought you. Forest green sapphires with glittering moissanites, a set he thought would look beautiful on you - and he was right. He was always right, because everything he bought for you looked divine on your skin.

He settled the earrings on the dresser as well, kneeling in front of you. His hand swooped behind one of your calves, grazing the skin to pull your foot towards him. His focus was on the clasp of your heels, gently pulling them off and setting them down next to the dresser with care.

These were the things John Price always did. for you, no matter the amount of protesting you did. He’d shrug off the, “You’re tired, honey, I can do it myself” and still kneel in front of you, taking off your jewelry and shoes after a night out. He’d help you shower if you wanted, and helped you into your pajamas before letting himself lay halfway on top of you, face in your neck and leg hooked over your legs.

Both shoes were set beside your dresser, he reached out for your hands - you set them in his grasp, allowing him to undo the clasps of your bracelets, sliding them off and onto the dresser before his hands found your stacks of rings, gently sliding them off your fingers. The only one that stayed on your hand was the glittering diamond engagement ring, he made sure it still fit without hurting you.

“John,” You whispered, his blue eyes flickered up to your face from your hands, he looked concerned. “You don’t have to keep doing this.”

He chuckled a little, pulling both of your knuckles to his lips, kissing them. “Of course I do. I’m going to marry you and never stop doing this for you.” Another kiss to your hands, he settled them back in your lap. “No matter how much you protest or get tired of it, I love taking care of you.”

You reached forwards for him, he stilled as your hands reached his tie. Loosening it, you began to undo it - slipping it off of his collar yet his hands take it from you. Your eyes flickered to his.

“Let me do it, darling.” He tossed the tie aside without a care, hands moving to your knees to which he kneeled in front of. He sighed, gently settling his cheek on your thigh, eyes gazing up at you.

Your hand settled on his jaw, gently swiping your thumb over his well-groomed beard, a smile on your face.

“I would do anything for you.”

———

#captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x f!reader #john price x f!reader #captain john price x fem!reader #john price x fem!reader #john price cod #john price call of duty #captain john price cod #captain price cod #captain john price call of duty #lethalchiralium #lethal chiralium

866 notes · View notes

stray-kaz · 1 year

Text

To Be His Queen : a Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Nikolai marries a chaste young woman from Fjerda, and all she knows about the marital act is snippets she has gleaned from servants. Her mother is not around to tell her and her father certainly won’t. It is up to her new husband to show her the way.

Word count: 6,898

Yup, it’s 18 and up, y’all.

The palace was silent as you walked through its halls, bracketed on either side by female guards. Were they there to make sure you didn’t get lost on your way to the chapel, or to make sure you didn’t try to run away?

You flexed your fingers around the slender bouquet of Fjerdan ice lilies, the pale green stems tied together with a blue ribbon. As you drew closer to the chapel, you noticed the walls and ceiling were decorated with rather impressively lifelike snowflakes and spikes of ice. You felt your heart swell a little at the care taken; Nikolai Lantsov had gone to great trouble to make his home look like yours, to help you to feel more at ease.

But your pulse still raced when the chapel doors came into view and your guards pushed them open, bringing all attention in the church to you. You glided forward at a steady pace, in spite of the thundering in your ears and the constant rustle of your train sliding across the stone floor.

You glanced down at the rich blue dress, the colour of ice in the twilight, the fractal pattern on the bodice and streaming down the front. It was beautiful, but it still wasn’t enough to permanently drag your eyes away from the king of Ravka, standing at the front of the chapel, waiting for your arrival.

He was dressed in blue and cream, the flower in his lapel dyed an unnatural bright blue to match your dress. His unruly curls were slicked back and tamed, his eyes a light cornflower blue and fixed on you. As you watched and glided closer, he patted his chest pocket and you guessed that was where the ring box was hidden. Absentmindedly, you twisted the sapphire and diamond ring on your finger.

At last, you stood in front of him and paused to look up at his face. You had to admit to yourself, he was handsome. Those blue eyes...they were like a well you could fall into and never surface from.

He smiled at you, his eyes warming slightly.

“Milady” he murmured, bowing briefly from the shoulders.

A flicker of a smile crossed your mouth.

“Moi tsar” you replied.

Nikolai glanced down at the tight grasp you had on the bouquet and looked quickly back at your face.

“Nervous?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The understatement of the century, you couldn’t help thinking.

“A little” you lied, amidst the pounding of your heart.

He smiled again and something light fluttered feathers in your chest.

“There’s no need to be” he said gently. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Something strange and powerful seized you and you let go of the ice lilies; Nikolai watched with some confusion as they hit the floor and bounced, rolling away down the carpeted steps. Then he grinned as you held up your right hand, littlest finger extended towards him.

“Pinky promise?” you said, arching your eyebrows.

As the priest watched, puzzled, Nikolai lifted his own right hand and twisted his smallest finger around yours, shaking it gently.

“Pinky promise, milady” he vowed, and winked. “Until the end of my days.”

Then he glanced at the priest.

“You may begin.”

You spoke your well rehearsed vows and Nikolai spoke his, all the while never removing his eyes from you. It set sparks in your throat and made it hard to breathe, and you didn’t understand any of it.

And then you heard the words “kiss your bride” and felt your body tense, your eyes widening. In all his kindness and humour, you had forgotten...

But he gently grasped your chin and leaned down, barely ghosting his lips over yours; the slightest press and they were gone, leaving your breathless lungs afire. Then he took your hand and led you back down the stone steps and out of the chapel, leaving your watchful pair of guards behind.

The wedding banquet stretched for hours, until you were hiding yawns behind polite hands, glittering rings catching the light and your attention each time. You were staring at them yet again when a firm hand pressed against your shoulder and you jumped a little, turned your head to see Nikolai watching you intently, a half smile curving his mouth at the edges.

“Bed for you, I think, milady” he said quietly. “Otherwise you’ll fall asleep in the cake.”

You nodded and let him help you to stand, your mind too fuzzy with the need to sleep to think anything about what he might be wanting. That is, until you reached the door to the bedchambers you had been staying in for the past few days during the wedding preparation.

Your shoulders hit the door, the fog in your mind clearing slightly, and you looked up at Nikolai, nervous and expectant. He tipped his head to one side, examining you in silence. He noted the gentle quiver in your bottom lip and quelled the urge to kiss away the tremble. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it, your skin burning under his attentions.

“I bid you sweet dreams now, milady” he murmured over your hand. “I will see you at breakfast.”

Exhaustion and relief washed over you, sapping the strength you had to even nod.

“Goodnight, moi tsar” you replied, and slipped inside your room.

Nikolai watched the doors close with a thud, then sighed, shaking his head slowly. Would you ever want him the way he began to want you the moment he saw you gliding towards him down the chapel aisle? Did your heart beat a little faster at the sight of him, too? He wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

You sat quietly through breakfast in the morning, trying to sort through the physical responses you experienced when Nikolai walked in and smiled at you. A rise in your pulse and a shift in your chair as he sat at the head of the table, observing you right at the opposite end. He glanced at his head butler, eyebrows raised as he gestured between himself and you.

“Is this really necessary?” he asked, a little exasperated.

The man cleared his throat carefully, averting his gaze.

“This is how your mother and father ate their meals, moi tsar” he answered stiffly.

Nikolai sighed, rolling his eyes hard, and stood up. Ignoring protests, he picked up his plate and cutlery, and carried them down to you. He pulled the nearest chair up beside you and sat, his elbow almost brushing yours as he ate, aware of your gaze on him as he did so, surprised.

“A husband should not have to shout to speak to his wife” he said quietly.

It was his turn to be surprised, then, when you placed your hand atop his, sliding you fingers into the gaps between his. He switched immediately to eating with his left hand, smiling around his fork.

“Thank you” you said softly, carefully stroking your thumb over his.

Nikolai paused for a beat but then continued on as if nothing had happened.

“You’re welcome, milady” he murmured.

You smiled and took another bite of bacon, humming quietly to yourself.

You were in your quarters some time before lunch was due, silently ruminating, when there was a soft knock on your main door before it opened and Nikolai peered around the edge looking for you. He smiled when he saw you sitting on the low couch in soft comfortable clothing, chewing on your bottom lip. He stepped into the room and stood in front of you.

“Penny for your thoughts, my queen?” Nikolai asked you.

He tossed a golden coin onto your lap, where it lay gleaming. You looked up at him then, and he sobered swiftly, sitting beside you on the couch.

“You can talk to me” he said quietly. “Your words are safe with me.”

He heard you take in a deep trembling breath.

“I do not know how to please you now we are husband and wife.”

Ah. Nikolai looked at the coin in your lap and felt a fool.

“It is not all up to you” he murmured. “Has there been no one to...to tell you?”

You raised and dropped your shoulders in a heavy shrug.

“Only that you will probably hurt me.”

Nikolai’s hands froze on his knees, knuckles white.

“If I do it right, there should be little to no pain at all” he said carefully, quiet.

You raised your eyes to his, a silent question. Nikolai swallowed tightly, his throat bobbing.

“I’ll do it right, milady” he murmured. “I know what I’m doing.”

As you continued to stare at him, he looked embarrassed, and flushed, sitting beside you.

“I’m not a saint, love. I’ve never claimed to be. But I can help you. If you’ll allow it.”

You thought for a while, then reached up to place a hand on his cheek, shuffling closer to him on the couch. He smiled, grasped your wrist and kissed your palm.

“Not like this. Let me treat you first.”

Nikolai suddenly scrambled off the couch, your wrist still looped by his strong fingers. Surprised by his sudden movement, your eyes widened.

“Give me one hour” he said, blue eyes bright. “Just sixty minutes and I’ll be right back.”

He kissed the tip of each finger excitedly before dashing out of the room, leaving you behind in stunned silence.

True to his word, Nikolai returned an hour later, looking a little dishevelled but pleased with himself. He glanced over your loose peasant shirt and soft leggings, and nodded, mostly to himself. He took your hand and pulled you to your feet and then he helped you into the warm coat he had draped over one arm. You turned your face into the collar and inhaled gently. It smelled like him.

Nikolai pretended not to see. He buttoned it up, his hands sweeping feather light up your stomach and chest. Then his hands paused, hovering at the sides of your neck, before he carefully lifted your hair away, free of the high collar.

“Perfect” he murmured, and watched colour creep into your cheeks.

Nikolai took your hand again and led you out into the palace hallways, winding through them until he reached a door that opened out facing the royal stables. He glanced at you.

“Can you ride?” he asked.

You nodded slowly.

“A bit. More wolves than horses in Fjerda, though.”

He grinned then, and it stole the breath from your lungs.

“It’s okay. You can ride with me.”

He walked ahead of you to the first horse stall and unlatched the door, clicking his tongue quietly. You watched as he led a tall black horse out of the stall by the bridle, the saddle already on.

“This is Demjin” he said.

Your eyebrows rose quickly.

“You named your horse the Fjerdan word for demon?” you asked, surprised.

Nikolai smiled slowly.

“It’s an inside joke” he explained. “The horse is named after a friend.”

“Right.”

He helped you up onto the horse and mounted behind you. Instinctively, you leaned back a little as his arms wrapped around you so he could grasp the reins, your back settled firmly against his front. He was warm and steady, his chest moving against your back as he breathed, warm air brushing your hair against your temples.

As Demjin started a slow steady pace out of the stables, Nikolai’s thighs dragged along the outsides of yours, muscles tightening. You breathed in quietly and moved your hands forward to cover the pommel in front of you, gripping it tightly with your fingers. Nikolai noticed and leaned forward closer to notch his chin over your shoulder.

“You okay?” he murmured into your ear.

“Mhmm” you nodded, huffing through your nose.

He leaned back and shifted in his seat so as to not make you feel uncomfortable, leaving you to balance yourself instead of letting him do it for you. Demjin surged into a gallop the moment he glimpsed free spaces and you slipped, crying out, and Nikolai looped an arm around your waist and hauled you back, murmuring in your ear instructions on how to lean and balance.

“Don’t let him spook you” he said quietly, urging his heels gently into the horse’s sides. “He’s big, but he’s a teddy, really.”

You nodded and settled a bit better, looking out over the rolling green as it sloped away from Demjin’s fast hooves, the blue sky stretching out over you, the same shade as the king’s eyes. The scent of something sweet drifted from the saddlebag thumping gently against Demjin’s side and you wondered what Nikolai had packed to eat.

You felt the thunder of the horse’s hooves under you, vibrating up through your legs to the very core of you where you sat, your back snug against Nikolai’s chest and stomach. Your eyes wide as you stared all around you at this new land, new home, you didn’t notice as the fingers of one hand let go of the pommel and instead curled into the fabric of Nikolai’s coat covering the arm that was still wrapped around you.

He looked down and saw you white knuckling his arm, but your smile was peaceful as you looked ahead of you, your eyes wide and excited. It was the most emotion he had seen from you so far, and he smiled, too.

Suddenly, the terrain roughened and one particularly hard thud of Demjin’s hooves sent you careening forward against the pommel; the muscles in Nikolai’s arm strained as he pulled you back, this time flush against him so you couldn’t fall away again and you felt your face heat up as you wiggled a bit, trying to find space for yourself.

Nikolai felt you pushing into him, your hips shifting back without forethought, and his one handed grip on the reins tightened, the fingers of his right hand cinching a little more firmly around your waist. With great effort, he cleared his head and loosened his hold on you, just in time for another rough bump to press you back into him again. His grasp returned as he inwardly cursed this insane idea of his to take you into the middle of nowhere, on a horse.

Nikolai closed his eyes briefly before trying to redirect Demjin, but the horse briefly missed a step and you rocked bodily backwards on the saddle, your fingers tightening on his arm again. He could feel himself getting hard and tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go, no extra room on the saddle. He had no exit strategy, save for diving sideways off the mount and looking like an idiot.

You felt him tense up behind you and glanced back, concerned, but his blue eyes were hooded and avoiding yours. His gaze was directed over your head towards the sky, cloudless and clear.

“Nikolai?” you asked, perplexed and worried. “Are you all right?”

He didn’t answer, but he exhaled shakily over your hair when Demjin cantered over yet another bumpy place and you leaned back into him again, trying to keep balanced. A barely concealed grunt huffed in your ear and the strong hand cupping the curve of your waist tugged you back into place and a sigh of strained relief lanced past your ear.

And then you felt it. Something hard and stubborn nudging against your backside. Your eyes widened and you looked up into his face again; he was still refusing to look at you.

“Husband?” you murmured.

His eyes flickered in reaction, darting to yours and then away again. His cheeks were pink and you could see a hint of teeth and tongue behind his slightly parted lips.

“Hm?” he mumbled shortly.

Feeling strangely bold, you pressed your hips back purposefully and rubbed against the hardness at your rear. A soft gasp escaped you at the unusual feeling, and you did it again, hoping to grasp at the strange flame licking at your insides. Fierce delight seared through you as Nikolai surged forward against you, his hold loosening on the reins but tightening again on your waist, no doubt branding you for later.

His mind fogged and he began to roll his hips against you, sudden movement brought on by your teasing, and fresh desire. He pressed his cheek against the side of your head and watched you move, your lower body rubbing back again and again, quick little gasps issuing from your open mouth with each contact.

His rapid breaths fanned across your skin, reheating what was already warm. He murmured your name in Fjerdan and you keened slightly, doubling your efforts and searching for the hot bolt of lightning you could only just sense. Nikolai tugged at you again and you clawed at his arm with one hand, while the other grabbed for the pommel, as he started rutting against you in earnest, barely grasping the reins at all as his eyes flickered and rolled.

He groaned low in your ear, his arm shifting so he could press his hand against your stomach, spreading his fingers wide, palm firm on the front of your borrowed coat. You opened your mouth with intent then, struggling to give voice to the curiosity in your head.

“Nikolai?” you breathed, mind twisting from the sensation of him moving against you.

“Yeah?” he gasped back.

“Why does this feel good?”

Nikolai’s hips stuttered and he pressed a kiss to your temple, wondering how best to approach the answer.

“You’re becoming aroused” he mumbled finally. “Turned on, milady.”

He hesitated, then spoke again.

“Where are the good feelings?”

He didn’t dare to hope, but you very slowly removed your hand from the pommel and gestured at the space between your thighs. He smiled, tipping his kiss against your cheek as he nodded slightly.

“That’s good” he said softly, and gently rested his hand there, palm rubbing slightly. “Right here?”

You didn’t know where to go, or how to move. The hardness between his legs was intoxicating, but the feeling of his hand on you was euphoric. You writhed in your seat, pressing up against his palm and then scooting backwards.

The return of pressure dragged a groan from Nikolai and he thrust his hand down between your legs at the same time as pulling up hard on the reins.

“This will do” he muttered, and jumped down.

He reached for you and you slid into his arms, your whole front pressed up against his. You gasped and shifted purposefully against him, desperate. Nikolai reached around you to free the saddlebag and tug out the heavy picnic blanket, throwing it haphazardly onto the grass, all while you were hooking an ankle around his calf in an attempt to drag his hips closer to yours.

“Damn it!” he growled, and sat down hard on the blanket, pulling you onto his lap.

You sat with a moan, soft and pliant, and crossed your ankles behind Nikolai’s back. He wrapped a hand round the back of your neck and pulled you forward until your mouth collided with his. You whined and raked your fingers through his curls and he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you fast and close.

Suddenly, with the heat of his mouth on yours, your hips all but bruising one another’s, your body began to burn up. Still connected to him, you hastily unbuttoned the coat you wore, wrestling with each of the buttons until at last, the two halves of it fell open to either side of your body. You grabbed Nikolai’s hand that was still fixed on your nape and brought it around, pulled it up under your blouse, flames licking up your insides as his palm touched your skin, skimming over your stomach, his fingers splaying beneath your breasts.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pushed his hand up just far enough to cover you, your heart pounding into his grasp. But, just as a roughened callous brushed the sensitive peak, he yanked his hand back and pitched his mouth down onto the side of your neck, panting heavily.

Your mind whirled.

“Wait, stop!” Nikolai breathed out harshly.

He glimpsed the horror in your eyes and hastily clasped your face between his hands.

“No, no, it’s not you, love” he was quick to assure. “But I can’t - we shouldn’t do this here. Your first time should be somewhere soft and warm, not in the grass in the middle of nowhere.”

Your forehead creased in the middle.

“But I’m with you” you said, your voice sounding small even to your own ears.

Nikolai felt his chest cave, his heart hollowing out. He leaned in and kissed your forehead, smoothing away the frown. His hands shook a little against you. He could almost feel the ground giving way under him, the fall into you inevitable.

“I know, I know” he murmured, nuzzling the side of your face. “Just...wait for me a little more? I promise...I promise it won’t be a long time.”

The hope in his eyes was so earnest, so true, that you could do nothing but nod, your gaze fixed on his. The heat between your thighs had cooled, but you could still feel a faint throb, an unrelenting backbeat that wouldn’t be thwarted. You kissed him then, feeling the muscles of his shoulders shift under your hands.

“Please” you whispered into his mouth. “Please, husband.”

Nikolai closed his eyes, slipped his hands down onto your hips and with strength not before known to him, he lifted you off his lap and onto your rear on the blanket in front of him. He opened his eyes and you blinked, scowling a little. He couldn’t stop the grin as he appraised you: hair ruffled out of place around your shoulders, too big coat hanging open, your cheeks flushed pink. He gestured behind you to the horse and the still waiting picnic food.

“So” he said. “You hungry?”

In answer, you promptly stood and strode back over to Demjin, lifting one foot to place in the stirrup before pausing to stare at Nikolai over your shoulder. He bit his lip and surged to his feet, all but lunging after you. He left the picnic blanket on the grass; he could retrieve it later, or failing that, he could always buy a new one.

By the time you made it back to the king’s quarters, you were frenzied for him, the juddering ride back on Demjin having done nothing to ease your aching for your new husband. You were barely inside the door, still several feet away from the bed, when you were pulling at the oversized coat and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Nikolai tugged at the tie holding your blouse together at your neck and watched with eyes aflame as it gaped open, revealing plunging skin and curves he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. You knelt to yank at your boots, hardly bothering to unlace them first, and when you stood again, your mouth ran dry. Nikolai had rid himself off his own coat and was steadily unbuttoning his white shirt, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin and firm muscle.

His gaze locked with yours and a flicker of a smile teased his lips.

“Are you all right, milady?” he asked you, raising a single eyebrow.

He watched as your hands quivered, fingers outstretched toward him, before you drew them away. He reached for them and brought them back, slow and gentle, flattened them against his skin. Your lashes fluttered a little and your fingers flexed on his stomach, sliding over the ridges of muscle outlined beneath his skin. He shrugged out of the shirt as you touched him, fascinated by the ebb and flow of him as he breathed in and out.

Nikolai barely had time to react as one of your hands swept straight down to the waistband of his pants, fingertips catching at the clasps. He caught your hand.

“Whoa, whoa” he said gently. “This is for you, love. This afternoon is all yours. Your pleasure is mine anyway.”

Your face flushed and he lifted your hand to press his lips to the palm; the flush in your cheeks spread to your neck and he studied with interest as it continued down onto your chest.

“Can I see how far this goes?” he asked you, thumbing at the blush in your cheek.

You nodded after a slight hesitation, and he sank to his knees in front of you, both hands moving to the top of your leggings. His fingers hooked into the soft material and dragged it over the flare of your hips and down your legs. He eased your feet free, his attention snagged by a pink flush settled just under your belly button. Nikolai smiled.

“Well, look at that” he murmured. “Pretty.”

He tipped forward on his knees and kissed you there, his lips warming from the heat in your skin. He nearly moaned when your hand fisted in his hair, pressing his face gently against your lower belly, his chin dragging over the front of your underwear. Your hips shifted slightly and your grip disappeared from his hair. Curious and disappointed, Nikolai raised his gaze to see you lifting your peasant blouse over your head and dropping the colourful fabric to the carpet.

Heat flooded his face and burrowed south; his sky eyes turned navy and his lips parted over your name. He rose slowly to his full height and curled his hands around your hips. Biting your lip, you stepped closer until your chest touched his and a soft whimper escaped your throat. Your knees buckled a little and Nikolai caught you against him, your breasts pressing hard into his chest.

“Are you all right?” he asked again, mildly concerned.

In response, you wound your arms around his neck and kissed him, rising up on your toes and pushing as close as you could get. Something hard and insistent bumped against you and you gasped quietly into his mouth.

Once again, your hands lowered to the clasps on his pants, but this time, he grasped both your wrists and held your arms out from your body, shaking his head. He couldn’t suppress his grin as he saw your pout, your eyes flicking down and up, down and up.

“I am not taking my pants off, milady” Nikolai said gently. “Not yet. Not unless you’re really ready. You can say stop whenever you want. But the rest of me is yours for the taking.”

You flexed your hands in his grip, but he didn’t let go and instead started walking you backward to his bed. When the backs of your legs hit the mattress, Nikolai lifted you up and laid you on your back, then stretched out next to you, your newly freed hands flying to his bare chest and trailing slowly down the firm ridges of muscle. He sighed and tugged your hands up into his hair again when he felt your fingertips slide under his taut waistband. He half growled your name.

“Sorry” you mumbled, casting your gaze down.

But he rolled to cover you, flexing his hips against yours and kissing you with a smile, the press of his teeth behind his lips turning the kiss a little harder than usual, but you pushed back, one hand staying in his hair while the other dropped to his shoulder to dig into the muscle.

You trembled a little as you rolled back into him, the softness of the bed beneath you a blatant reminder that you were really here and this was really happening and he was warm and everywhere. His hands roamed from your face to your shoulders and then his arms tightened around you like vines, his hips twisting and swivelling as if he was trying to climb higher and burrow right through you.

You broke free and gasped into his ear, fiery sparks building between your body and his. You could have cried when his hips parted from yours, but then he wriggled down your body and your back arched as his lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked. You panted and writhed below him, his chin pressing into the underside of your breast. One hand came up then to your other breast, squeezing gently before plucking less gently at the peak.

But before long, both hands were sneaking between you, two fingers slipping below the waistband of your underwear at your hips. Nikolai pulled his head back, freeing your nipple from between his teeth, and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Can I take these off?” he asked politely, a complete and utter contrast to the shocking depth of his eyes, a darker blue you had never seen before.

You nodded frantically and he dipped his head to suck a bruise into your collarbone.

“Say it, milady” he murmured against your skin. “You’ve gotta say the word.”

“Yes!”

He grinned and swiped your underwear off down your legs and over your bare feet, dropping it onto the carpet. You watched with eyes desperate to close as he dropped his gaze lightning fast to the patch of curls between your thighs. Your knees began to part, but you clenched them tightly back together, sudden anxiety grappling at your throat.

Nikolai knelt at your feet on his coverlet and gently wrapped the fingers of both hands around your ankles. He moved them up and down, stroking your skin, murmuring to you quietly until your legs slowly fell away again, your eyes closing as his landed on what he wanted to see.

“Hey, beautiful” he said softly.

Your eyes flew open in shock, but he wasn’t looking between your legs, he was staring right at you. He leaned over you, ghosting his mouth over yours as his palm slid over you, the tip of one finger teasing at you, his dark blue gaze burning into yours.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice almost a rasp with wanting.

You nodded and whimpered out a strangled affirmative, fighting to keep your own eyes open again. As he pushed that first finger inside, Nikolai kept a steady gaze on your face; as badly as he wanted to watch what he was doing, he needed to check in with you instead. Again, a rosy flush was working its way right down from your cheeks, all the way down to just above his hand.

As you settled around his finger, he eased it out and back carefully, all the while keeping both eyes on you. He was gratified to see you biting your lip, your throat working as you tried to keep from making any noise. He eased a second finger in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your thigh just as he felt you clench around his fingers, muscles hard and strong.

“If you need to, you can make noise” he assured you gently. “It’s just me, milady.”

As soon as the last word left his mouth, you gasped out his name, whining and pushing yourself up onto your elbows so you could see what he was doing to you. He grinned at you, your blushing cheeks and disheveled hair, your eyes fever bright, lips kiss bitten and swollen.

“Saints, you’re a sight” he panted back, suddenly all too aware of his own throbbing need.

Now that the permission had been given, the floodgates remained open and Nikolai listened with giddy pleasure as you moaned and keened his name, your head tipped back into the pillows, lower body arcing toward the ceiling. He crossed his free arm over your belly to keep you down, though your hips continued to writhe, your heat pulsing around his fingers, their intrusion previously unheard of but so, so welcome.

A tight band settled in behind your hips, hot and searing, electric and confusing. Your flush darkened and Nikolai cocked his head to the side, curious, his fingers searching deeper.

“Are you going to come for me, milady?” he asked quietly.

“What - what does that mean?” you panted, completely confused by the feelings threatening to swallow you whole.

He laved a kiss over your navel and you jolted against his lips, hot to touch.

“You’ll know” he whispered into your soft skin. “Come on, love, where is it? Show me where it is...”

You had no idea what he was talking about, but somehow your body did, your hips rising again to allow his fingertips to brush against something soft and pliant. Your eyes flickered and he watched intently, stroking harder, grinning in triumph as he watched you come apart on his fingers, your entire body becoming taut as a bowstring before relaxing again, soft enough to allow him to ease his two fingers free.

Nikolai crawled up the bed and lay down beside you again, lightly stroking your hair as you struggled to come down from the high, your eyes eventually opening and locking on his. He smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly.

“Hello” he mumbled, leaning down to layer kisses over your cheekbone and temple.

“Hello” you managed, then yawned and curled up to rest your head on his chest.

He chuckled quietly.

“Enough for now?” he asked, carrying on stroking your hair.

You nodded against him, smiling sleepily.

“Thank you” you murmured.

Nikolai rested his free arm behind his head and grinned up at the ceiling.

“You are most welcome, milady.”

The following evening, you waited for the palace to fall silent around you before slipping out of your room and hurrying on bare feet to Nikolai’s. However, when you reached his door, it was unlocked and he wasn’t on the other side of it. You frowned, pulling the silk robe tighter around your body and holding it shut at your throat. It rippled like waves over you as you moved, turning this way and that, praying you wouldn’t get lost in this home you didn’t truly understand yet.

The library’s double doors loomed out of the shadows, flickering golden light seeping out across the floor. The light crawled over your toes as you reached the doors and pushed, gently. They swung inward and you padded inside, leaving them to close behind you, the hand at your throat falling away to trail the wide spines of dusty books as you passed shelf after shelf in search of the light source.

You saw him then, bent over a narrow desk, his hair tousled and glowing in the light spilling from the lamp by his left hand as his right flicked past page after page. You cleared your throat quietly and he turned, straightening when he saw you.

“Are you busy?” you asked him quietly, clutching at your elbows, your fingers sliding over silk.

Nikolai rubbed at his eyes and stood up.

“Not too busy for you, my love” he answered, and smiled wearily as you blushed. “Did you need something?”

You nodded and let go of the robe, letting the two halves fall open; it did not have a belt or sash. His tired blue eyes snapped all the way open as his mind flashed awake and he drank in the sight of your naked body under the swathe of ice blue silk. He swallowed and shifted on his bare feet. His gaze met yours again.

“What do you need, my queen?”

“You, husband.”

Nikolai reached out to touch your chin, his fingers gentle and uncommanding.

“Are you sure?” he murmured. “We can wait. I can wait... Oh, Saints.”

You had grabbed his hand and guided it down between your legs, easing your thighs apart so that he could feel the slick that had gathered on your walk to find him, thoughts of what this night could entail buzzing in your mind.

You looked up at him, biting your lip.

“Nikolai...”“ you said softly, pleadingly.

The last syllable was barely in the air before he grabbed you up into his arms and pushed you against the closest bookshelf, your combined weight shaking a few volumes to the ground. But you couldn’t care about them when Nikolai Lantsov’s lips were on yours and the air between you was fire, burning in your lungs and he was between your legs, grinding against you, desperate, his bare chest catching at your nipples and making you whimper.

You could love this man, you knew you could. It was already happening: the weakness in your knees, the thud in your chest, the spare pulse between your thighs. You would love Nikolai Lantsov, especially if he kept doing this.

You didn’t realise you had spoken aloud until he pulled back and huffed a shaky laugh right by your ear.

“Every day, and every night, for the rest of your life, if you’ll have me” he panted, biting your lobe gently between his teeth.

You laughed delightedly back and kissed him again, your tongue stealing into his mouth; he moaned and pressed his fingers into the creases at your hips. And, this time, when you reached for the soft tie on his pajama pants, he didn’t stop you. Instead, Nikolai stepped back and lowered you down off the bookshelf, watching as your fingers deftly slipped the knot free and then worked the fabric down his legs until it pooled around his ankles.

You stared; you couldn’t help it, and he let you, flushing as your curious gaze wandered his body, lingering where he knew it would. He had just opened his mouth to speak, to ease the tension he could feel about to tear his body down the middle, when you stretched out your hand and touched him with gentle, curious fingers, wrapping around and testing the heft of him in your hand.

His eyes closed tightly and then reopened when you whispered his name; the sound of your awe tolled in his head like a bell.

“Yes, milady?” he managed to breathe out, shallow pants rising at the back of his throat.

“Please?”

He eased your hand away and led you through the library, to a more private section. A bright fire flickered handsomely encased in stone, swathes of heavy furs laid out in front of it. As you stared into the flames, Nikolai stepped up behind you and slid the silk robe off your shoulders, pulling it down and letting it flutter into a puddle on the floor.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes, languorous in the warmth off the fire. You smiled as he traced a hand down the length of your body, fingertips dancing between your breasts and over your stomach, gently delving between your thighs, sliding around in your heat and slick, all while he tried to focus on his own breathing and not on how you felt as you pushed back against him.

But then you stepped away from him, turned to face his hot blue eyes and lay down in front of the fire, curling your fingers into the soft furs. Nikolai didn’t miss the gleam in your eyes as you drew your knees up, staring right at him.

“Husband” you said quietly. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He fell to his knees and crawled over top of you, covering your mouth with his to swallow your gasp as he settled himself between your legs, notched carefully at your entrance. He kissed you gently as he pushed slowly in, groaning into you as your warmth enveloped him, greedily drawing him in deeper.

A faint hitch in your throat and he stopped, pulled his head back to look you in the eyes; they were shiny with tears but you were smiling at him. He whispered your name. You shook your head and kissed his cheek.

“They were lying!” you told him joyfully.

Nikolai grinned and kissed you again, nipping lightly at your bottom lip before pulling out and rocking back in, slowly beginning a rhythm, a gentle dance with you that had your eyes rolling and your hands clinging everywhere you could reach, his upper arms, shoulders, dragging down the length of his back.

He moved deep and slow, patient until you hooked your legs around his waist and flexed hard around him. Nikolai grunted and dropped his forehead against your shoulder, twitching inside you.

He raised his head to find your eyes; you were grinning at him, your eyes alight and eager, your heels suddenly pushing against the muscles in his backside.

“What?” he panted, eyes nearly black with effort.

“I would like only one more thing from you tonight, husband” you said quietly, reaching up to stroke his damp hair off his forehead.

“Oh, yeah?” Nikolai replied. “And what’s that?”

You kissed him and wrapped your arms around him to hold on.

“Yield” you whispered in his ear. “Yield to me, Nikolai, moi tsar, king of Ravka.”

His head thudded back to your shoulder as he drove deeply inside you and let go, yielding in his entirety.

When Nikolai eventually roused enough to lift his head and open his mouth, you kissed away his questions and doubts, shaking under him with pleasure and giggles.

When he was able to pull away from your generous kisses, he shook his head with a pleased, bashful smile.

“Well then, milady...how about dessert? I think there’s chocolate brownie in the kitchen.”

Tagging: @writingmysanity @elizabeth-karenina

Fjerdan reader’s wedding dress:

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x female reader #liss writes #shadow and bone fic

163 notes · View notes