#charles brandon kiss

[athenepromachos]

Happy Tudor Tuesday from his Grace of Suffolk ❤️ 💋

(Gif by the ever talented @demivampirew)

[princessaxoxo]

Hopelessly Devoted

Charles Brandon

Forbidden Love

Summary: Falling for Charles surprised you. The only problem? You are forbidden.

Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, oral (f recieving)

Word count: 1.7K+

A couple of months earlier.

As your mother adjusted your corset, you let out a loud "Ow!" You saw her roll her eyes in the mirror. She believed that your complaints were excessive. "Stop being whiny." You scoffed at her comment. "No man likes that," she said to you. "There will be eligible men at the ball tonight; you won't complain; you'll just smile and dance with every man who asks. Is that clear to you?" Now it was your chance to sneer. You remarked cynically, "I can't wait.”

The layering of your dress began. Each one heavier than the last.

After you were done, you looked in the mirror at yourself. You did look stunning; the color and sequins of your dress complemented your skin tone well. Your hair fell in two halves, one flowing down your back and the other over your shoulder in divided waves.

Your mother sharply remarked, "We need to start on our way." She then approached you and took an overall glance at you. With pride, she said, "You'll find a suitor tonight." Your mother describes you as 'young and ready to be bred;' her only concern was finding you a spouse. You offered her a fraudulent smile and hoped no man would pay you any attention tonight.

Charles kept a watchful eye on every woman present in the room. He was more drawn to some ladies than others, whom he was just interested in having sex with. but none for matrimony. Until you entered his field of vision, that is. "Did you notice someone?" Charles heard Henry's question. Yes, without a doubt, was the response. He noticed your phony smile that you offer everyone in the room and how bored you appear to be when no one is looking.

“Who may she be?” Charles nodded towards you.

“That is Y/n Howard. Her father is Thomas Howard, Duke of Norfolk. We've spoken before; she comes across as a little pretentious.” Henry commented. That didn’t interest Charles; the only thing at the moment that interested him was meeting you. He said his farewell to Henry for the time being and made his way in your direction.

Your face was turned to the side when your mother whispered in your ear. “Be polite, Charles Brandon. The 1st Duke of Suffolk is approaching.” Breathing deeply, you forced yourself to smile as widely as possible once more. He was standing before your parents when you turned to face him.

His voice went unnoticed by you as you took him in. His hair, which lay on top of his head, was a chocolate color and was slicked back. With tiny waves begging to break free. Even though he was talking to your parents, his blue eyes were gazing at each and every inch of you.

Your eyes, which dared go further south, had a mind of their own.

For such a formal occasion, he wore black. Your eyebrows creased in confusion at that—such a depressing color, you thought to yourself.

You snapped out of your reverie as you felt your mother tug on you. Charles held out his hand to accept it. He met your hand with a kiss and remarked, "Lady y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you." A blush appeared on your face naturally. In your stomach, butterflies were circling. The way he made you feel with just his greeting was childlike.

The first man you wanted to talk to that day was Charles, but your father forbade it from happening. You weren't sure what was said, but you were upset as you watched your father and Charles leave together.

"Charles is not the man for you," your father told you as soon as he returned. “Understand that I won't let you see him." Although on the exterior you agreed with your father, you stared past him and met Charles' gaze, his eyes telling you what he couldn’t say out loud.

You two would see each other regardless.

Present Day

When you walked alone in the castle hall, Charles passed you. Your hands and his brushed against one another.

He stopped and looked around, making sure no one was around before he grabbed you and kissed you. Charles took you by surprise. When he released your lips, you laughed, and he hummed in satisfaction. “Hey, baby.”

"Hey, you." Anxiety crept in as you turned to glance around. He turned your face and tilted your chin up to look at him. He comforted you, saying, "I already checked that no one is near." That calmed you.

"Will you be stopping by this evening?" you asked. "Obviously, keep in mind that I'll knock three times." You grinned eagerly, anticipating the evening ahead.

“Now quickly give me a big kiss."

You pulled him close by putting your arms around his neck. His tongue skimmed over your lips. His tongue swirled with yours as you parted lips.

His lips were incredibly soft and full, and the kisses he gave were sweet as ever. "Gosh, you gave me something extra to look forward to tonight," he remarked, pulling himself away. Charles leaned in close to you. "I love you, and I'll see you tonight."

As soon as you heard the three knocks on your door, you sprang out of bed.

Charles smiled as he said, “I’m here, baby,” and crept into your chambers.

Taking off one article of clothing at a time, Charles began to feel more comfortable.

You were dressed in your nightgown as your long, wavy hair flowed down your back. The candles that lit your chamber appeared to heat up even more when he touched your skin. You stroked your fingertips over Charles's chest when he pulled you in for a kiss, and his chest hair easily slid between your fingers.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Charles said this to you in awe.

His touch was gentle as he undid the tie that was in the middle of your nightgown and brought down the sleeves. Your nightgown fell to the floor, exposing your body to him. He looked at you with admiration.

Hugging you tightly, his muscular arms reached down, grasped your thighs with his large hands, and lifted you up. Charles brought you both to your bed, and once you were settled there, he started giving you gentle kisses down your throat.

His tongue swirled around your nipples, nibbling, sucking, and licking relentlessly. Your head was thrown back in pleasure while your hands were in his hair, roaming. One of his hands skimmed down your body. You felt it as two of his fingers slid through your folds. He removed his mouth from your nipples and looked to see how wet you were.

“Shit, love.” He looked at how your natural juices glowed from the candles. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them. “You’re so delicious, honey."

He returned his fingers to their previous place, getting them coaxed before entering two of his digits inside your cunt. “Oh,” you mewled out. He dragged his fingers agonizingly slowly in and out of you.

“Charles, faster, please," you begged him. His devious grin showed, and he picked up his pace. “Mhmm, yes. Just like that."

He saw how your expressions changed as you approached your orgasm. Charles sensed that you were about to arrive as your walls constricted around his fingertips. "My good girl, coming all over my fingers."

"Love, turn around on your stomach."

He grasped your hips to raise your ass when you were flipped over. With a bending posture, he murmured in your ear. "Keep your eyes on the mirror." He gestured to the mirror in your room's corner. "Watch as I fuck you, how I make love to your pussy."

Charles grasped his cock and slid it through your folds before he entered you, his cock stretching you. He leaned forward again and grabbed your chin to turn your head. “Look at the mirror.” His tone became more serious.

He accelerated his movements while his strong hands gripped your hips. There was a slapping sound as his testicles and hips snapped against your flesh. You sighed, "Oh my god, baby..." Your hair started to fall in front of your face and became untidy. Your neck retracted as Charles pulled on your long hair around his wrist.

His concentration was evident on his face. You could see the perspiration that had accumulated on his body thanks to the candles that lit your chamber. He put his hand up in the air and smacked your cheek hard. "Ah!" You gave voice to a shriek that became a moan.

Charles could spend all of eternity watching himself enter and exit your pussy. That hardened him even more. He constantly thought about how much he loved you and that having your pussy was a plus. The only one that actually molded well with him was yours. He thought yours was made specifically for him.

He grunted between gritted teeth, "You feel so fucking good. Taking all of me." A deep groan escaped Charles's lips.

By accident, you closed your eyes because Charles was fucking you so hard. the delight possessing your body. When you opened them up again, Charles was staring at you with a lustful expression. "Baby, you look so hot," you meekly said to him. "Fucking me so so good."

His hand sneakily reached around your body and began to rub small circles on your clit. Your mouth dropped open. “Oh god.” Your fists gripped your sheets. You began to repeat ‘I love you’ at him as you felt yourself coming on his cock.

He started to shake his head. Pulling away from you, I said, "Fuck, I need to taste you." He lowered himself to his knees and started licking your come. Before he stood back up and thrust his way back into your pussy, he sucked and licked at your pussy as if you were his last meal, and he was a starving man.

Charles could feel his orgasm building. Your skin is pricked by his fingernails. As his seed filled you, he growled loudly, "Fuck." Before taking his cock out of you and letting go of your hair, he gave you a couple more slow thrusts. Afterward, he kissed your shoulder.

He stretched out on your bed and welcomed you in. You lay close to him, and he kissed your forehead and said, "Marry me.”

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[gulnarsultan]

Can you do Separately what The Yandere Tudors Men (Edward Seymour, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon and Thomas Boleyn) would give their Wife a really, REALLY expensive necklace either as a wedding present, a just because present or something following the birth of one of their children?

Hello. I hope you like it.

King Henry had passed many difficult trials to marry you. You will never forget the moments of lust and desire you experienced on your wedding night throughout your life. King Henry shed tears of joy when he received the news that you were pregnant. He took very close care of you throughout your pregnancy, unlike usual. Not even a minute was left outside the door of the room where you gave birth for hours. He was praying to God for you and the baby to be delivered safely. When the birth was finally over, he quickly entered the room. You were tiredly smiling at your husband with your newborn son in your arms.

"My King. We now have a male heir."

King Henry came to you and kissed your forehead. It wasn't hard to understand that he was happy and proud from the look on his face when he held your son in his arms.

"My son."

King Henry proudly kissed his newborn son's forehead.

"Our son's name will be Edward. Prince Edward."

You smiled at your husband's words. King Henry gently placed Prince Edward in his crib. He handed you the box in his hand. Surprised, you take the box and open it. Inside the box was a necklace decorated with Tudor symbol roses and made of expensive jewellery.

"My King. This is beautiful."

"Not as much as you."

King Henry took the necklace out of the box and placed it around your neck elegantly.

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You were Charles' third wife. Honestly, you never thought that an arranged marriage would turn into love. Charles was a possessive and passionate husband. Even though his love was suffocating at times, you had learned to cope. Charles did not yet have a son. This meant that a big task was on your shoulders. You got pregnant shortly after the wedding. You honestly thought your husband would move away from you and take mistresses. But it didn't happen as he thought. Months later, you gave birth to healthy twin boys. You would never forget the smile on Charles' face. He held his sons in his arms and wasn't afraid to talk about how proud he was. One of your sons was named John and the other Edmund. After naming the babies, Charles gave you a very dazzling necklace as a gift. From what you heard from your bridesmaids, Charles paid a really large amount of money for this necklace.

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Your wedding to Thomas Boleyn was modest. You came from a noble and powerful family. Frankly, your mother and father were not very keen on this marriage. After all, Thomas Boleyn did not promise great possibilities. After months of conversations, you had finally managed to gain your family's approval. You were getting ready in your room on the wedding night. Thomas slowly pokes his head through the door.

"I got you something, honey. Your wedding gift."

"There was no need, my dear. It is a great gift for me to know that we can spend our lives together now."

"My beautiful wife. I am truly a very lucky man."

Thomas holds out the box he keeps behind his back. You slowly take the box and open it. There is a really expensive necklace inside the box.

"Thomas. This is too expensive."

"I couldn't have a big wedding that suits you. I should have at least bought you a gift that suits you."

"Thank you, Thomas. I will keep this necklace for the rest of my life."

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Your wedding to Edward Seymour was beautiful. It was literally like a fairy tale. Queen Jane had spared no expense for her brother's wedding. The wedding hall was decorated very beautifully. A luxurious wedding dress and a wonderful flower bouquet were prepared. After you put on your wedding dress, the bridesmaids did your make-up and hair. You were waiting for the ceremony to start. There is a knock on your door.

"Come in."

Edward comes in. Edward has a look of admiration on his face.

"Oh my God. You look like an angel."

"Edward, you're embarrassing me."

"I came to give you a gift. I hope you like it."

When you open the box, you are surprised to see the expensive necklace inside.

"Oh. Edward, that's beautiful."

"I'm glad you liked it, my beautiful."

[bethanydelleman]

New Year's Resolutions for Jane Austen Characters (mid-novel)

Emma Woodhouse: Find a new man for Harriet Smith No more matchmaking! Admit Knightley (and his brother) were right. Meet Frank Churchill, finally.

George Knightley: Just feeling thankful for everything I have. I don't think my life needs to change.

Mr. Woodhouse: Finally convince Isabella to live at Hartfield instead of with her husband. Poor Isabella!

Harriet Smith: Marry Mr. Elton 💗💗💗 *unable to read tear-stained writing*

John Knightley: Spend more time at home with my beloved wife. Why do people invite us places???

Elinor Dashwood: Find a way to get over the most perfect man I've ever met.

Edward Ferrars: Find an honourable way to get out of the engagement with Lucy (same resolution he's had for three years now)

Robert Ferrars: Build a magnificent cottage

Marianne Dashwood: Marry the most perfect man to grace this earth with his beautiful presence, John Willoughby. Also, read more poetry.

Colonel Brandon: *stares at the paper in despair because he cannot bear to give form to his ambitions which seem already impossible*

Elizabeth Bennet: I don't really think there's anything I need to improve about myself. I'm really a great judge of character.

Fitzwilliam Darcy: Remember that duty comes before ephemeral feelings of affection.

Jane Bennet: Find a way to get over the most perfect man I've ever met.

Charles Bingley: Buy an estate (resolution submitted by Caroline & Louisa)

Caroline Bingley: Encourage Charles to finally buy an estate (not in Hertfordshire), get Charles and Georgiana Darcy engaged, get engaged to Mr. Darcy, attend a party with at least three members of the nobility... (too many goals to record here)

Mrs. Bennet: MARRY OFF AT LEAST ONE OF THESE DARN DAUGHTERS

Anne Elliot: find a way to be less awkward around Captain Wentworth... Prepare myself for Captain Wentworth to marry Louisa... Try to endure Bath with a smile

Captain Wentworth: Get out of the obligation to marry Louisa Musgrove by any fair means. PLEASE GOD I AM BEGGING YOU

Captain Benwick: Mourn Fanny for eternity Marry Louisa Musgrove

Catherine Morland: Henry Tilney 💗💗💗💗 Henry Tilney, Northanger Abbey 💗💗💗💗 Henry Tilney & Mrs. Catherine Tilney 💗💗💗 *doodles ideas for wedding gowns*

Eleanor Tilney: Marry the love of my life (same goal for the past three years)

Henry Tilney: Keep being awesome

Frederick Tilney: Keep being awesome

General Tilney: Have all my children disposed in marriage to wealthy individuals (goal since Frederick turned 21)

Mrs. Allen: Purchase some very fine lace

Fanny Price: marry edmund Be as unnoticed as possible

Edmund Bertram: Marry Miss Crawford

Mary Crawford: Marry Edmund Bertram

Henry Crawford: Promote William Price, marry Fanny Price. Rub my excellent treatment of Fanny in the Bertram's faces.

Tom Bertram: *never wrote anything down, never does his years are always awesome*

Mr. Yates: Finally put on a production of Lovers' Vows third times the charm!

Mrs. Norris: Save more money than last year by furthering economy. Keep Fanny in her place. Become more necessary to the Bertrams.

Lady Bertram: sew a cute little jacket for Pug

Lady Susan: Keep being the best Gaslight Girlboss *kisses paper*

(if Christmas happened within novel, I tried to place the resolutions around it. If not, I made up a time)

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Teasing the hell out of Charles Brandon or Henry Cavill to the point they make the reader pay😘❤️

I picked Charles Brandon because The Tudors was a whole thing for me, like I fell in love with the entire cast but also with Henry’s delicious ass. I remember the first time I saw it onscreen and just about passed out. Hims got cakes! And Charles had redeeming qualities so it was sort of easy to forgive him for being a dick. Anyways, here’s a shameless piece of smut!!

Title: Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Fandom: The Tudors 

Summary: This is a prompt fill for @thereisa8ella who wanted some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over. Enjoy!

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), fingerfucking (f receiving), cock worship, orgasm denial (m receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, ball handling, choking, creampie

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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You awake to sunlight streaming in through the open curtains, a heavy weight across your middle, and soft snores rumbling in your ear. The musky odor of sex still lingers in the air and its heady scent goes right to your core. Shifting to your other side, you come face to face with a still-sleeping Charles Brandon.

This man was a god, how else could he be explained? That chiseled jaw, sinister smile, eyes like the ocean…and that’s just his perfect face. Below the neck, he was just as exquisite. Abdominals like sculpted marble, legs like strong tree trunks, and a cock like a third arm. Yes, he deserves to be worshipped. But you deserve your fun too.

You press on Charles’ shoulder to get him to lie on his back, waiting until his snores return. You shift down the bedding so it just comes to his thighs and marvel at this man’s body once again. You inch closer to him, throwing a leg over his chest so your face hovers over his groin. 

You lean down and kiss his hips, snaking your tongue out to taste his freckles. Using your tongue, you draw a line down his Adonis belt to where it meets his cock. You place sweet kisses along the shaft and that stirs the Duke of Suffolk. He only moves his hips slightly and groans at first, but as you take him into your mouth, he fully awakes.

“What a beautiful view, who knew the sun rose at the same time as the moon?” He punctuates his sentence with a solid grip on both your asscheeks.

Letting his hardening cock slip from your mouth, you wiggle your hips in his face. He gets the hint soon enough, his deft fingers finding your folds and getting to work. You suck him down again and his digits slip inside. Your moans guide his ministrations, his grunts and thrusts highlighting that you have him right where you want him.

You ride Charles’ fingers until you feel the familiar break in your resolve, walls fluttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. You pause in your worship of Charles’ cock but with some incentive of his hand pushing on the back of your head, you get back to work. It’s then when you get the idea to edge him, something you’ve never done with him. First time for everything, right?

You take him to the hilt, your rose brushing his hairy sac, inhaling his musk. You swallow around him in your throat while playing with his balls, all while starting to ride his fingers again. You roll his balls between your fingers, moaning around his girth to elicit vibrations. When you feel the telltale ripple in the shaft, you pull off and squeeze his base. His orgasm is effectively ruined, and he can barely move as you cum again around his fingers.

You: 2. Charles: 0. 

You’re coming down from your high as Charles is landing a sharp slap to your swollen and sensitive clit. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” You don’t have time to catch yourself as he throws you across the bed and slots himself between your thighs. Charles places his hands under each knee and pushes your legs into your chest, opening you fully for his enjoyment. He’s hard enough to enter you in one swift motion, your slippery folds welcoming him into their tight heat. “Trying to tease me, were you, love?”

“I don’t…know what…you mean,” Your words are cut off by deep and sure thrusts, your inner walls thoroughly stimulated.

“Where did my good girl go? Who is this temptress who denies me her warmth?” His pupils dilated, and he looks like a feral beast, wanting to claim his prize.

“Still…here,” You moan, failing to convince him of your innocence.

“No, she’s not here,” He wraps a hand around your neck and leans down to whisper into your ear, “You’re doing so well taking my cock, but I want to try something new. And you, my little spunk dump, are gonna take it.” He leans up and kisses the tip of your nose before tightening his grip on your neck and pounding into you until your combined grunts and wet slaps of skin are all there is to hear.

He holds your gaze, even when your eyes start to lose focus. He lets go of your neck as his hips stutter in their rhythm. You gasp for air as another orgasm rocks through you. Charles follows soon after, painting your walls with his heavy spend. He collapses on your chest without pulling out, your panting breaths the only sound in the room.

He leans back to look at you, utterly spent and exhausted. He pulls himself out of you slowly, watching his load leak out of you. He slaps the head of his dick against your sore clit a few times, earning him a satisfying whimper from your lips. He runs a hand between the valley of your breasts and leans up to kiss you and nuzzle your nose.

“Am I still your good girl?” You plead, not fully wanting to forget you got the upper hand on Charles.

“Hmmmm,” He draws it out, making it seem like he is thinking hard on the matter before chucking at your pout, “Of course you are! You will be my good girl forever, don’t you worry that pretty little head.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” You breathed, feeling satisfied and happy with how you spent your morning.

A/N: First time writing for Charles Brandon, he is fun to tease! Hope you enjoyed it!

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Fingering You - Charles Brandon

"I smell you." Charles murmurs hotly. You fluster brightly. "Don.. don't be so lewd." You mutter. "Oh now, I know that you like it." Charles purrs. He draws you close to kiss you, his hands tugging at your skirts. "Let me touch you. Let me make you cum." He growls against your lips. "Ch-charles." You whispers.

"Oh yes, I want you to say my name." The Duke growls. "I want you to moan, I want you to scream it."

He rucks up your skirts and pulls down your smalls. He sure as fuck is not wasting any time. With thumb and forefinger he parts your folds, testing your wetness with his middle finger. "Fuck." He hisses. Then his thumb seeks out your clit. "Oh!" You cry out. It is so good, right away.

Charles kisses at your neck while he rubs you tenderly. You moan sweetly upon every stroke of his thumb. Your heart begins to race and you squirm a little. "Sit still for me." Charles murmurs. You try to oblige, but you can't keep perfectly still. With every stroke that hits you just right, your thighs twitch a little. And you moan so sweetly for him.

"God, you are vision like this." Charles growls. He sounds hoarse and lusty. His breeches are tented with how hard his cock is. You could absolutely help him out of his misery, but you are far too occupied with the pleasure coarsing through your veins.

Your core is gasping, clamping down on nothing and opening up to receive him. Charles chuckles and thrusts two fingers inside you. You squeal in pleasure. "Good, huh?" He purrs. "Y-yeah." You stammer. "You gona cum for me?" He murmurs. You nod, although you are going to need a bit more.

Which you voice to him, softly.

"I will give you everything you need." Charles purrs. He swipes his thumb over your clit. Your whole body twitches and tries to squirm away. "No no, stay here." Charles cooes.

He keeps rubbing at your clit while also thrusting his fingers. It is almost too much. But not quite. Your muscles tense and your core starts to clamp down on his fingers. Charles makes a lustful noise. "Cum for me." He growls. You whimper, the tension reaching its peak. And then you cum, lightning coursing up your spine and sparking in your lower stomach. Your inner walls contract on Charles' finger, over and over again. "Oho yes. Oh fuck yes." Charles murmurs.

He withdraws his fingers from you and sucks them clean. "Oh my love, you taste like heaven should." He groans.

He crawls up your body to kiss you and lines his cock up woth your gasping core.

[ilyrafe]

𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 ✧ 𝒄𝒉 𝑽𝑰𝑰 (reposted)

pairing: charles brandon x duchess!reader

warnings: angst, abusive behavior

word count: 2,7k

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a/n: hi hello i am a dumbass while deleting a few posts i accidentally deleted the original 7th chapter, but since i still had a google doc with the original story here i am reposting it !

the dry, golden leaves fall from the trees, decorating london’s streets and roads in the first days of september. the wind is cooler, but it is not able to prevent children from continuing to play in the streets of the villages where they live. the days are getting shorter, however, which may be good for some, but less so for others.

charles has been restless since the kiss. it feels like stepping on eggshells, and he hates it, but he knows he can’t pressure the duchess into anything. he still doesn’t know how to read her, so he can’t really tell where she is at, where she stands in relation to him. the duke can’t deny that he finds y/n a bit moody, but compared to king henry, charles knows how to handle her better than his friend and sovereign. there is still a barrier between them, but little by little, the bricks are being removed.

he’s hopeful, though. he’s putting a lot of effort into their relationship - whatever that may be. would he like to be in a romantic relationship with the duchess and live his married life properly? absolutely, but as he gets to know her better, he wouldn’t be upset if they end up being friends. either way, all he wants is to have her in his life.

the duchess remains in conflict with herself. as she documents her journey in her diary, she finds herself wondering if it’s worth putting charles through this, because she knows it’s unfair and that it’s clear he has feelings for her. it’s conflicting and distressing, because she knows she’s giving in little by little. she can’t say she still loves james, but also can’t say she doesn’t, as the memories are still fresh in her mind, and it was those memories that kept her sane during these months of marriage. her head is a mess, and she just wants to be able to breathe in peace, knowing that james will be bitter.

getting close to charles, even out of petulant interest, has been interesting. now they have all three meals together, they go out riding either early in the mornings or after dinner quite frequently, and she feels genuinely comfortable around him. admitting you’re in the wrong is never easy, and despite having apologized to him for being so harsh, she still feels a little guilty and indebted to him. the problem now is that she feels in doubt about her revenge, because she has involved a person who doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of something he has nothing to do with and she knows he’s harboring real feelings for her.

her eyesight is blurry and her eyes are heavy. the duchess stretches, closes her diary and blows out the candle on the table, that gently lightens the spot. the moonlight remains illuminating the room, and as she lies down on her bed, she closes her eyes, praying for strength to go on with the mess she herself created.

(...)

the day dawns just slightly cloudy, the sun decides to appear, although quite shyly..

in his bed, the duke takes a little while longer to get up. today is his birthday, and despite the day being his, it is perhaps the busiest day of the year, as the royal court, his subjects and his friends and family want his attention to congratulate him for another year of life. unlike other years, charles has decided not to celebrate with a party, as a war is imminent and he doesn’t want any more distractions.

after a long delay, charles is finally ready for the busy day ahead. does she know it’s my birthday? he laughs at himself as he finds himself thinking about her again.

when he arrives at the salon for breakfast, he finds the duchess promptly seated, waiting for him. with each passing day she gets more beautiful, and he doesn't know how that's possible. it’s as if she had an angelic aura around her that hypnotizes him. he’s completely head over heels.

“oh, good morning!” she smiles brightly.

“good morning, dear wife. i apologize for taking so long.”

“it’s no trouble.” she shrugs. “um… i hear it’s your birthday today.”

he chuckles as he pours honey into his fruit salad.

“yes, it is.”

“while i find it quite insulting that you didn’t tell me and i found out this morning, i wish you the best.” she says with a shy smile on her beautiful lips, the ones he prays he gets to kiss them again.

“thank you.”

“i assume a party will be held here…?”

“oh, no. not this year.” he explains. “i believe i’m too old for birthday parties,” he says humorously, and she chuckles. “it’s a waste of money and even if i were to host a party, certain people would have to come and we do not want that.”

“oh,” y/n recoils in shame. “i am utterly embarrassed about it.”

“no, please, don’t. my concern is about you, not me. i would never do anything to harm you.” he’s quick to assure her. he places his hand on hers and gives it a light squeeze. “um, i would like to celebrate my birthday, though.” he grins.

a pleasant smile appears in her face, and it’s enough to make his heart skip a beat. “how?”

“tonight, we’ll have dinner.”

“we have dinner every evening.” she chuckles to disguise her confusion.

“i know, but we’ll have a cake, and there’s no one else i’d rather celebrate today with.”

oh.

y/n is taken by surprise by his words. she had no idea her plan would work so quickly.

“alright. i’ll see you tonight, then.”

(...)

his anxiety for dinner makes him feel that time is deliberately passing slowly. as he expected, his day is full of commitments. lots of documents to sign, he has to send his men for training for the imminent war against france, and has to make time to receive gifts and messages from his friends.

on his desk, there is a small print of him with the duchess on their wedding day. charles is standing before the duchess who is sitting on a chair. both have serious expressions on their faces, and even though it’s a painting, he can see his wife’s sad semblant. she was stunning that day, though. her dress was beautiful. although he is glad they are getting along today, he would love for their wedding day to be a happy one. he acknowledges that he wasn’t much satisfied either, and he did expect a loveless marriage, but didn’t anticipate how turbulent the first months would be.

a knock on the door to his office takes him out of his thoughts.

“your grace, your majesty is here.” one guard announces and henry steps into charles’ office.

“my dear friend! i came here to congratulate you on another year of life!” the king exclaims.

“thank you, your majesty.”

“oh, stop that.” henry waves it off, making charles laugh. “what are your plans for today?”

“well, as you can imagine, i have a lot to do.”

“are you not celebrating your birthday?” the king inquiries.

“not this year.” charles sighs as he makes his way to his chair, behind his desk. “we need resources for the war, i don’t think it’s smart to waste it in a party that next year i’ll be celebrating anyways.”

“you speak as if your best friend isn’t the king of england, your grace.”

charles scoffs, quite amused by henry’s way of thinking. the king despises limits; the more, the better. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to get what he wants. the war was provoked by him, and charles, being the army leader, has to take part in something he loathes, all because he couldn’t bear to lose henry’s love and admiration. not having any siblings alive, henry is the brother he never had.

“we’ll celebrate properly when we come victorious from this war.” charles promises.

“oh, i have no doubt our army is in good hands.” henry smiles. “just so you know, annika has left to sweden, but her husband james is staying. he is already in training and i’ve been told he is excellent. i’m glad he is on our side.”

“um… i’ll keep an eye on him. he’s never been to war before, we don’t want him to die on the field.” charles lies. “if he shows us a good performance, i’ll award him with something.”

“oh, you’re generous, my friend.”

after much research, there’s no way he could keep james out of the war. there is nothing he could say, the king seems to like him a lot. a parasite.

(...)

after a busy and chaotic day, charles finally gets ready for dinner with his wife. he chooses his best clothes and when he goes down to the dining room, he doesn’t find her there. in fact, the table isn’t even set.

“where is y/n?” he asks.

“she is in the garden awaiting for your grace.” a servant says, and her smile tells her that something good is ahead.

charles makes his way to the garden and finds y/n sitting on a smaller table. she looks beautiful as always, her soft blue dress is gorgeous, and her jewels shine when moonlight hits them, giving her a special aura. she’s properly dressed for a party, even though it’s just a simple dinner, but he loves it. the moon is shining bright, and although it is a bit cold, the weather is overall lovely. it’s all perfect.

“i thought you’d forgotten about this.” she laughs.

“i wouldn’t dare.”

they both sit across from each other and the servants begin to serve them. charles is enamored, and he knows he looks stupid.

“i am sorry you weren’t able to have an appropriate birthday celebration,” she laments. “i took the liberty of making a present for you, i hope it is to your liking.”

“what is it?”

charles feels like a boy again, his curiosity always taking over his mind. a servant returns to the table with a small cake in hand. he places it in the center of the table and the duke’s mouth waters. he loves desserts, especially cakes.

“i’ve heard you have a sweet tooth, and that you particularly adore chocolate nut cake, so i decided to bake you one. i hope you enjoy it.”

the duke breaks the little chocolate nut cake and the taste is divine. of all the chocolate nut cakes he’s ever eaten, this one is the best. the best of the best. she can’t help but let out a laugh when she sees the duke sighing and letting out a brief moan of pleasure as he delights himself with the dessert.

after enjoying the cake, both go for a walk through the immense countryside, accompanied by the moon and the glow of the stars. it is increasingly difficult for charles to keep his feelings to himself, and he senses that she may be feeling the same. the change in her behavior is sudden, but it’s a good change. she wouldn’t bake him his favorite cake if she didn’t like him in the slightest… would she?

“i must say, this was the best birthday i’ve had in years. a grand party couldn’t make me as happy.” he says with a grin.

“i am glad to hear that.”

he stops in the middle of the path and holds her hands. 

“and i must admit that i didn’t expect to fall in love with you so quickly.”

charles’ heart is in his mouth, because he doesn’t want to be rejected by her, but to his surprise, the duchess smiles. she looks a little shy, but he would dare say she seems happy to hear his confession.

y/n is surprised, as she  didn’t think he would admit his feelings so soon. her plan is working out too quickly, which can be worrying.

with the recognition that her goal is getting closer to being achieved, y/n approaches and presses her lips against his. charles wastes no time and matches her advance. her lips taste like wine, which makes him just a tad drunk. both of her hands are pressed against his chest, and even with so many layers of clothing, she can feel his heart pounding. knowing she has a special power over a man like him is tempting, she can’t abuse it.

continuing with the “girl repentant of her mistakes” guise can be tricky, but she got to the crucial part of her plan, and if she’s sincere, it wasn’t exactly difficult, it was just… morally devious.

somehow, y/n has internalized that there is nothing more she can lose. her anguish is so deep that she fails to recognize herself. her sadness and disappointment are so strong that they have left her numb, making her not feel the impact of her actions. although she is fully aware that her plan is petty and childish, it’s the only thing that keeps her alive, and it’s sad that her motivation for living is a deep hatred of both james and herself.

“please, give me a chance. i can make you happy.” he asks in a whisper as he leans his forehead against hers, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, making her smile again.

for a brief moment she lets herself believe charles’ words. as true as they are, she knows they were only said because of her false intent. it hurts because she had heard those words before, and only suffering followed.

“yes.”

(...)

in her quarters, y/n reflects on the night she had. her head is beyond tormented.

already in her sleeping clothes, she goes to her bed, but a noise at the window disturbs her. as she opens the curtains, she finds james struggling to keep himself on the parapet outside. she needs to stifle a scream that almost escapes her lips. her body shudders, size is the scare she takes.

she opens the window and lets him in, seeing no other option. the man drains and is panting.

“what are you doing here? how did you get in here?” she whispers in desperation.

“i needed to see you, my love.” he gasps. “i missed you terribly.”

he tries to kiss her, but she steps back.

“i am not your love anymore.” she scores. “i thought i was clear enough when i said i do not want to see you ever again.”

“you know you love me, y/n.” james says with conviction, one that is appalling. “i will duel him if necessary to have you back.”

“you have lost your mind.” she scoffs.

james makes himself comfortable on a chair and takes in her room. her room alone is much bigger than the house he planned on acquiring.

“why did you marry a swedish duchess?” she asks.

“i needed to get to you.” he says. “i met annika and as soon as i learned that she was a royal, i made her fall in love with me. it was the only way i could get to you, and for you, i’ll do anything.”

his tone is frightening, only because he’s saying what she has been doing. realizing she’s not much different than him breaks her heart in tiny little pieces.

“does she know about us?”

“no, absolutely not.” he urges. “of course, she found it quite strange when you stormed out of the queen’s birthday party, but it was no trouble, i handled her.”

james’ eyes are troubled, and she’s never seen him like that. for the first time she’s scared of him, and she isn’t so sure if she is that safe around him.

“you are insane.” she says, more to herself than to him. “james, i mean it. we are no longer together. i don’t love you anymore.”

“you’re mistaken, my love.” james insists with a terrifying smile, as he approaches her figure. he holds her in his arms, but her body is frozen in fear. “i promise you. we will be together in the end, y/n. whether you like it or not, we’re meant to be together and you know it.”

“all i know is that i am your worst enemy now, james. not charles, not my father. me. cross my path again and you’ll see what i am capable of.”

outraged, james lets her go and leaves her room by the window, where he came from.

while the duke sleeps happily in his bed, the duchess is unable to shut down her mind for a few moments. now she fears for hers and charles’ safety.

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Control Ch.17

Pairing: Vampire!Walter Marshall x Jessica Talbot (OFC)

WC 775

Warnings: Eh? None? Still Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

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Walter was on the phone with Riley as he approached her room.

“That’s great. Thanks for letting me know and I’ll let Jess know.” He said and hung up but didn’t go in right away, listening to what they were talking about.

“Girl,” Mary said, “Walter was still here when we got here and his sweater rode up a little when he stretched. Goddamn, that stomach.”

“I know.” Jessica said and he could hear the smile in her voice. “You should see him without a shirt on. Big, strong chest and arms, with just the right amount of chest hair.”

“You have to sneak a pic and show us.” Donna said.

“How about I arrange for a beach outing? Weather is getting nice enough for it, and you have to see it in person, get the full effect.” Jessica said and the ladies giggled. He chose then to walk into the room and they quickly stopped when they saw him. “Hey, babe!” She said, smiling at him innocently.

“Hey.” He said, walking over and pressing a kiss to her head. “You just wake up?”

“Little while ago, girls were keeping me company.” She said and he turned to them.

“Well, ladies, thank you for keeping Jessica company, but I have it from here.” He said and they got up from their chairs, wishing Jessica well as they went to leave the room. “One more thing, ladies.” They stopped, looking at him curiously. “Not a big fan of beaches.” Their eyes went wide and they scurried from the room quickly and he watched them go before looking back at Jess pointedly.

“Busted.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He said with a small laugh.

“Hey, you should be flattered that I like bragging about you.”

“Oh, is that what I should be? Flattered?” He wasn’t angry, he was more amused than anything else.

“Well, it’s not their fault for being curious. All you wear is one of a thousand identical sweaters. I’ve seen your wardrobe, mister, you can’t deny it. Try wearing a t-shirt every now and then and without the sweater.” She said and he chuckled, pressing another kiss to her hair.

“I’ll think about it.” He said and sat down in the chair next to her bed.

“That’s all I ask.”

“Doctor’s tell you when you’re getting released?”

“Couple more days. They want to keep me under observation for a bit. Apparently, the sedatives you give to dogs may have adverse side effects when given to humans. Whoda thunk it?” She said.

“Talked to Riley on my way here.”

“Yeah?”

“Kyle Martin made a full confession. All eight women and his attack on you. He’s going to plead guilty and it’s going right to a judge, no jury trial.” Walter said and she nodded.

“Good. I hope they punish him with the full force of the law.” She said and he went quiet. “I know that look, that’s the “serious Walter thinking serious thoughts” look. What’s on your mind?”

“Jessica, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I know you do.” He said and sighed, gathering his thoughts. “But this whole thing has really hit home with me just how human you are. Your life is fragile, fleeting. One wrong move, one bad day, and you’re gone.”

“Charles “Walter Marshall” Brandon, you better not be breaking up with me.”

“What?” He asked, “No, I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Because it sounds like you’re breaking up with me.”

“I’m not breaking up with you!” Walter said and sighed, “Shortly after my…transformation, I asked her how she did and she told me.”

“She?”

“Yeah, she. Anyway, I don’t remember much after first waking up, but I remember that.”

“Walter, are you asking what I think you’re asking?” Jessica said and he nodded. She was quiet for a long time, and he could see her thinking it over. “Can I get back to you on it?”

“Yeah, take all the time you need. I know it’s a big decision.” He said and he had to admit, he felt a little dejected that she hadn’t given him an answer right away.

“Oh!” She said and he looked at her, seeing the smile and the way her eyes danced. “You know what we could do?”

“What, love?”

“A Men of Police and Firefighting calendar! It can be a fundraising thing!” She said and he laughed.

“What?”

“Oh, we would make bank.” She said, “Have you as Mr. August.”

“Why August?” He asked, curiously.

“You look like an August.” She said and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No.” He said firmly and she pouted but didn’t push the issue.

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The Duke & The Witch - Ch. 8, Pt. II

Charles Brandon x Fem!OC, A The Tudors Slight-AU fic

Series Main List

Ch. 8, Pt. II Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including unprotected sexual intercourse); discussion of witchcraft; period-typical attitudes towards everything (women, religion, witchcraft, etc.); fantastical squinty science/alchemy

Despite the obvious strength in his fingers, Avian marvels at the tenderness of his touch. The easy caress of his thumb sends curls of heat through her, settling low in her belly. Her breathing quickens as he raises her hand and presses his lips to her knuckles. His kiss lingers, mouth parting ever so slightly around the raised bone as he bestows another soft embrace. 

Her knees weaken at the hot rush of his breath against her skin, stoking the fire growing within her. His mouth drifts down the back of his hand with such maddening promise, and he opens his eyes to meet hers. 

A gasp passes her lips, stunned at the dark desire that swallows the glacial blue of his captivating eyes. It’s more than she could have ever hoped for and the air thickens with anticipation as she burns in the impossible moment. Summoning her courage, she raises her other hand and settles her palm over the racing pulse in his neck, letting her thumb gently sweep the line of dark scruff on his strong jaw. He leans into her touch with a trembling sigh as he reaches his other hand to mimic the same embrace. The warmth from his skin ignites sparks down her spine, and her breathing stops as he draws her close. 

She meets his lips in a steady, if uncertain, touch. It’s been an age since she last kissed a man - perhaps there’s a wrong way to do it? But the longer the firm pressure of his dry lips lingers, learning the shape of her mouth as she learns his, the more confidence she finds. His fingers on her jaw tighten, holding her close as he seeks entry to her mouth, and the kiss deepens. Her toes curl, a whimper pitching high in her throat at the heady taste of him, and her body burns for everything that the offer of his promises. 

Is this what kissing is supposed to feel like? 

She draws a rushed breath against his mouth, head spinning. He gasps for breath in equal measure, noses brushing as they bask in the shared embrace. Her fingers caress his jaw with desire that she doesn’t know how to voice, only that she doesn’t want him to stop. If he kisses her again, there’s nothing she wants to deny him. 

So, she doesn’t. She lets her mouth fuse to his, eagerly welcoming his kiss as hard, hot hunger grows between them. His hand slides from her neck, wrapping around her shoulders to pull her closer as he tugs her bottom lip between his. A bolt of arousal shoots through her and her arms wrap around him of their own accord. A ragged, primal sound rumbles in his throat, reverberating to her core that burns with liquid heat. Instinct drives her hand upwards, raking through his dark curls before dragging him down to taste him deeper. The weight of his strong arm brackets her waist, drawing her flush against him from hip to chest. 

The full-body press of him makes her melt, arching into his embrace with willing surrender. His solid strength and commanding presence pale in comparison to every inappropriate fantasy she’s had about him, and she presses closer to willingly receive everything he bestows. 

“Tell me, honestly.” He rasps against her lips before trailing his nose up her jaw. “Have you laid with a man before?” His mouth finds her earlobe, teeth tugging gently and stirring a needy whimper high in her throat. “You are no blushing maid to my attentions.” 

A pang of horror cuts through her desirous haze. Has she been too wanton? Does he think her an utter slattern for embracing him so fervently? His lips continue their dizzying path down her neck, and she can’t stop from instinctually baring herself to him. “Just once before,” she hears herself say. “A long time ago.” 

“And what of it?” The husky register of his voice rushes more liquid heat to her core.  

A gasp leaves her as she clings close under the maddening caresses of his tongue. “It… it hurt, a-and I didn’t want to… again. It never felt -” A moan cuts off her words as he grinds his hips forward. Her fingers tighten in his curls as she tries to breathe through the delicious onslaught. 

“It never felt…?” He prompts gently, holding her close with his supportive strength. 

“Never felt… quite like this.” Heat rushes to her cheeks on the admission, even as she clings to him. 

“Were you forced?” His words come hard despite the reverent press of his lips to the underside of her jaw.  

“No.” Her fingers stroke through his lush hair. “I was willing... but it just felt raw. Painful.” 

His answering hum deliciously tickles the skin. “Then he did not give you enough time to be ready for him. A true shame.” 

She gasps as his teeth nip along her jaw as her other hand braces against the strong muscles of his back. When his lips find hers again, all hint of hesitation fades as she kisses him with abandon. She doesn’t have the words for everything she wants, for the maddening ache that burns between her legs, for the satisfaction that only he can give. Instead, she finds her feet and pulls him back towards the cottage. 

Desperate hunger floods the embrace as he moves with her, growling his approval of her intention. A thrill of anticipation rushes down her spine as she crushes her mouth to his and kicks the cottage door closed before hands tear at clothing. 

His fur-trimmed cloak falls aside before his doublet joins it. The open neck of his linen tunic beneath reveals a tantalizing trail of dark curls, and her fingers card through the coarse hair before she can think to ask. He moans his approval as he works the simple ties of her dress until it pools at her feet, leaving only her thin underclothes. His hand cups the swell of her breast, squeezing gently, and he swallows her answering whimper as she tugs him towards her bed.   

Her back settles against the worn fur, eagerly pushed into the lumpy mattress by the welcome weight of his body. His shirt and her drawers have been lost in the last steps to the bed, and the full expanse of his bare skin now available to her hands proves dizzying. Her hips roll up into his with only two thin layers of cloth left between them. The hot, rigid outline of him presses perfectly against her burning heat, and her legs instinctually widen - driven only by the need to have him closer, deeper. 

A low, throaty chuckle leaves him as his hips rock teasingly against her. “Not yet.” 

She whimpers as a strong hand falls to her thigh, prying her legs apart. With a question in his eyes, he meets her gaze as his fingers settle on the hem of her chemise. She exhales a sudden wave of nerves before arching off the bed to let him pull it free. He drinks her in with awed hunger, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the top of her breasts. When he finally takes a nipple in his mouth, between his teeth, a sobbing gasp tears from her. Her hips push against empty air, and her hands tug at the waistline of his drawers. 

His hard angles complement her soft curves as their bodies touch. The solid strength of him, the scorching heat of his skin, the weight of his cock… her mouth goes dry, desperate to never let him go. She moans her appreciation against his mouth, running her fingers through his hair as his fingers graze her slick cleft. 

His indecent groan matches hers when he eases a finger inside. “Does this feel different than before?”

Fresh heat flushes her cheeks as she manages to open her eyes, meeting his searching gaze when he draws his finger back before sliding in deep. The sight of him braced against her as his hand works between her legs rushes more liquid heat between her legs. A moan stirs in her throat as he moves his finger in a slow push-pull rhythm, and she nods slowly. “Yes, oh,” she moans unbidden. “He didn’t even… even use his fingers.” 

He shakes his head with slow rebuke. “Shame on him for giving a woman such poor treatment.” His finger crooks inside her, and a deep-rooted pleasure twists her belly. She doesn’t recognize the cry that leaves her lips as he strokes the white-hot spot again before adding another finger in a delicious stretch that threatens her sanity. 

His groan sounds above the rush of blood in her ears, his teeth skimming her chest possessively. “You’re so perfect. So wild. So fucking beautiful.”

Her body involuntarily tightens around his fingers as he continues to move inside her and oh, she hurtles towards something. Something that every fiber of her being demands from him as she clings to him, chases the feeling - 

Until his hand withdraws in a sudden rush of loss. She whimpers, chest heaving as she stares up at him, hoping he isn’t finished. A surprising damp sheen of sweat coats her brow and neck, but it pales to the embarrassment that floods her when his fingers come into view, shiny and sticky with moisture in the low light. She gasps with surprise, cheeks burning as she lifts her head to better see. Her body hasn’t done that before. Is… is that supposed to happen? 

He leans down, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to her forehead. “Were you not this way with your previous lover?” 

She forces a swallow down her dry throat. “No…” her voice is thin as the blush burns down her chest. “No, the only… wet came from him.” 

“No wonder you disliked it so.” He turns his head, wafting his coated fingers under his nose. For a horrifying minute, she wonders if he will open his mouth to the soaked digits, but then he wipes them idly on his discarded drawers.  

The pale light catches his handsome profile as he leans down for another kiss - this one slow, hot, savoring. Her unease melts away under the effortless prowess of his embrace, and her hands tug at his waist. His hips shift over hers, and the heavy weight of him rests between her legs as he angles her hips. The breath catches in her throat as he pushes forward in a pleasantly uncomfortable stretch to bury himself fully within her. He groans, low and ragged, against her lips, as she basks in the all-consuming fullness of him. 

His kiss steals the last of her breath and her heart before he cants his hips and she ceases to exist. 

***

“And you really cannot feel this?” She says, running her tongue over the small, jagged scar along his right shoulder blade.

He chuckles softly from where he lays on his belly, gazing drowsily over his shoulder in the dim firelight where she lays half-atop him. “Believe me.” His voice is rough with delicious exertion. “I wish I could.”

She huffs an amused breath against his skin, pressing her lips to the pale scar. “How did you come by it?”

“Struck by an arrow. Stupid, really.”

Her brow furrows as she rests her chin against his back. “How so?”

He shuffles, freeing an arm that has been pillowed beneath his head. “Well, my horse was sinking in mud and I was in full armor with few options. I shed a gauntlet, and loosened the chest and back plates. An arrow found its mark while I made my escape.”

She snuggles closer to him, basking in the skin-to-skin contact. “You are fortunate not to have died.”

“Admittedly, some nights I thought I might.” A visible swallow works down his throat in the flickering light. “The physicians said I made it worse when I pulled the arrow out, and they might have been right. I’ve never had a fever burn so hot.”

“That pain must have been maddening.”

He reaches for her hand, pulling it over his shoulder to nuzzle the dull silver blemishes embedded in her skin. “I don’t imagine the pain that you endured for this was any less.”

The unwanted memories flash in the back of her mind as phantom pain burns along her wrists and ankles. 

“When you lay abed,” he continues, breath dancing around her mottled skin. “Tears in your eyes, pleading with whoever would listen to make the pain go away…” He pauses to press another reverent kiss. “How old were you?”

She doesn’t want to admit how close his words match the memories of those horrible nights following the storm. A sigh leaves her as she can’t bring herself to deny him. “I was eleven.” 

“Eleven?” Awed surprise tinges his rich voice. “It’s a wonder you didn’t die.”

 Another sigh leaves her. “My father’s research had narrowed the age down to somewhere between ten and thirteen. I was the proper age.”

“And how many died in the course of your father’s research to narrow the age?”

“He never did say.”

“Monstrous man. Were I to have a child….” His voice chokes, and he pauses as if to reconsider. Instead, he tilts his head, again pressing his lips gently to her scarred skin. “For any man to do this to his own child – declaring him a depraved monster is the least harsh punishment.”

“Speak no ill of the dead.” She cautions gently. 

“I do not fear them.”

She laughs softly before looking down to brush another kiss on his scar. Nosing over the curve of muscle and bone, her lips drift along the length of his spine. A smile warms her face as his mouth hovers against the cool silver in her skin, lavishing equal affection with tender caresses. The tip of his nose brushes against the back of her hand before his touch retreats - and she stills with concern. She doesn’t think much about the fine, precise scars on the back of her hands, but well…. 

“And these?” He mumbles the words against her skin as he kisses the white streaks of tiny scars.   

“River reeds.” She lets the fingers of her other hand skim down his flank, hoping to distract him and delighting in the answering twitch of his hips. “Whenever I was careless with my letters or did not properly prepare a powder. I’ll admit that the punishment was effective at promoting the benefits of study and practice.”

He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t have been forced into an unwanted apprenticeship.”

“My father only knew how to have laboratory apprentices.” Her fingers drift along the defined curve of his hip, dipping in towards the smooth plane of his stomach where it rests against the bed. “But, in truth, without everything he taught me – this life would not be possible.”

“But without him, who’s to say that you wouldn’t have grown up in the village? Married a merchant and became a mother?”

She scoffs in dismissal, trailing her lips back up his spine. “This world is not perfect, and those who try to live their lives as such understand so little. It is impossible to say if my life would have been better one way or another, and it matters little now. What is done is done. And that only leaves the here. And the now.” She presses a kiss to the nape of his neck, laying flush against him and slinging a leg over his to press so intimately against his thigh. “And what’s here and now is you in my bed. And years of wasted nights to make up for before the sun rises.”

He groans, his hips rolling into the mattress. His lips return to the skin of her wrist, pressing a decidedly more insistent, pleading kiss. “By God, don’t let them keep you.” He sighs heavily. “Escape. Use your lightning. The guards won’t be able to stop you. Then, disappear.” He pauses, nuzzling against her wrist as if that would always keep her close. “Disappear and I will find you.”

She sighs, burying her face against his neck. His words hold undeniable temptation. To escape the dungeon, to hide, and let the witch die in obscurity. To fall into a life of true hermitage… but then what? Charles isn’t foolish enough to give up his life and position at court to retreat into solitude with her. He won’t ever be able to take her as a proper wife in this life, and he would never deign to live such a life in the woods with her. 

He lays another kiss on her wrist as he continues. “Or will you tell me that the cost is too high? Too high to save yourself?”

She swallows hard, breathing in his heady scent and leaning her cheek against his soft curls. “You assume that I want to be saved.”

“How could you not?” Raw emotion colors his voice. “You would give it all up?”

“I do not know how to be saved from the transgressions of this life,” she sighs. “I cannot save you from yours, nor me from mine by running away. If this is the hour that I must be held to account… well. Surely, as an honor-bound man, you cannot deny me that.”

“But you will deny me.”

“No, I trust you.” She nuzzles his ear, swallowing the anxious butterflies that alight in her stomach. “I lov-”

“Don’t say it.”

“But it’s true.”

“Is it? Really?” He turns his head, and the corner of his sky blue eyes glitter in the firelight. “You would give yourself to me once this is over? To the man responsible for your imprisonment and probable torture.”

“You’re not the jailer with the key or the man with the implements.” A shiver races down her spine. “If this attack of your conscience is any indication, I think your own guilt will be enough of a penance for me to forgive your sins against me.”

He snorts a mirthless sound. “You should not know me so well, my witch.”

The corner of her mouth lifts with a wistful smile. “Then you should not have bedded me, my duke.”

“Now that is something I shall never apologize for.” He rolls his hips up, pushing his backside against her and stirring a soft moan in her throat. His mouth dances along her fingers, lingering over her ring finger. “I wish I had something I could give you,” he murmurs against her skin. “But I have nothing to give that I cannot guarantee won’t be taken from you.” He sighs in resignation before he tilts his head sharply, an idea sparking across his handsome face. “No, I take that back.” He shuffles out from under her, freeing his legs and swinging them down to the floor. 

Silhouetted by the fire’s dying embers, she watches him rummage in his clothing. The sharp blade of his knife whispers in the air and her face creases with curiosity as he reaches for his black doublet. The sound of cutting fabric fills the cottage as she sits up and gathers the bedcovers to her chest. 

He returns the knife to its home before turning back to her and holding up the small strip of cloth. The bed dips under his weight as he rejoins her, wrapping it around her upper arm, just above her elbow. “Keep this concealed beneath your chemise, and it won’t be taken from you.” 

Her heart warms at the sentiment, unable to hold back a fond smile. She glances down at the fine black fabric woven with gold inlays as it glints in the firelight. “I’ll be glad to have part of you with me.”

“You have more of me than I should like to admit.”

She forces a hard swallow, heart heavy in her throat. “Then I should hate to lose any of it.” Raising her fingers to settle over the knot, she pulls it loose before reaching up to part her hair. Feeling along her nape, she forms two small strands that gather over her shoulder. With deft motions, she threads the black cloth through the sections of hair, forming a tight braided plait. She meets his gaze in the low light, laying bare all of her love and affection for him as the black and gold peeks out from the finished braid. It may be the closest that she’ll ever wear to a wedding band, and having the physical token of his love pools delicious arousal low in her stomach, warming her body to receive him again.  

Summoning a mischievous smile, she combs the rest of her hair back into place and the braid disappears under the fall of wild curls. His smile grows to match hers as they revel in the knowledge of their own private secret. 

His hand traces the slope of her neck, disappearing into the curtain of her hair to wrap around the tightly formed braid. A trembling sigh leaves her as he draws her closer, and their mouths meet to speak a language that defies words. And when she pulls him down with her, welcoming him back inside her body, she arches into his touch - into his hand still fisted around the braid - willing to do anything to forever keep him so close. 

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I can’t summon the energy to write the damn thing, but just know that my Charles Brandon story continuation fic includes a clandestine kiss in a secluded corner of Olivia Petal’s countryside garden when Charles and Eleanore are spending a fortnight with their mutual friend away from gossipy London. Like I keep imagining this scene and I keep not being able to get there in the actual writing.

[bethanydelleman]

Could you rank the Austen main couples from the least to the most likely to have sex before they are married?

Least to Most Likely:

Edmund Bertram & Fanny Price: It is all very proper. They probably have sex with their clothes on after the wedding.

Fitzwilliam Darcy & Elizabeth Bennet: She would have been down, he wasn't. He later congratulates himself on his excellent self control.

Edward Ferrars & Elinor Dashwood: There were definitely smooches, but after that roller coaster of a courtship, Elinor wants things legal and in writing. Also, just because something feels good doesn't make it right, MARIANNE.

Henry Tilney & Catherine Morland: he is a gentleman, but it was really the long distance relationship that prevented them from doing anything. Was there some racy content in those letters? I'd love to know...

George Knightley & Emma Woodhouse: Donwell is right there. You can walk right over...

Charles Bingley & Jane Bennet: "Bingley, who wanted to be alone with Jane" I see your intentions, sir. I see them!

Colonel Brandon & Marianne Dashwood: "I have feelings," said she, "let's indulge them." If something feels good, that makes it moral, right? Romanticism says yes, ELINOR.

Captain Frederick Wentworth & Anne Elliot: Do not care about anything except getting married as quickly as possible. Banns take far too long when you've been waiting 8 years and Napoleon just escaped from Elba. Let's get this DONE.

BONUS:

Lucy Steele & Robert/Edward Ferrars: No way in hell with either of them. She's too cunning to give up her best card before she has the man secure.

Frank Chuchill & Jane Fairfax: Not in a million years, no matter how many times Frank makes puppy eyes.

Robert Martin & Harriet Smith: Abbey Mill farm is like, right there. You can walk over. It has a hay barn...

Related: First Kiss for each Austen Heroine Couple

Also, marriage and birth records show that premarital sex was pretty common. Or else the Regency era had magically good premature baby care 😉

[roamwithahungryheart]

Hey my dear ,

I came across your ask game so thought I'd send you one here’s one for you.

Fuck, Marry Kill.....Henry Characters

Captain Syverson

Will Shaw

Charles Brandon

💖

Ooh thank you lovely!

Hmm -

Fuck Charles

Marry Will

Kiss, not kill - because I'm feeling kind - Captain Syverson!

[penneferofvenerburg]

COURT INTRIGUE CHAPTER THREE

@marytudorbrandon @littlefreya @henrycavillnews @henrycavillfan @hertzwritings @consequences-of-sleep @princess-of-riviaa etc:)

Title - Court Intrigue Chapter Three - Lady Isabelle's poisoned

Warning: Poisoning, sickness

1553 - Westminster Palace London

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Lady Isabelle had been at the Court for two weeks now and she was impressing everybody with her elegance,Grace and poirty the King himself praised her saying " she was a magnificent dancer"! He admired her above all (she was his own cousin).

Every day since her arrival at Court, Charles had spent the majority of his day with her as her protector Isabelle's days at Court were filled with music,dance laughter and merriment not just with His Grace but with whole Court. His Grace The Duke of Norfolk praised her saying that she was a very beautiful young woman with great knowledge of the world, Anne boleyn his niece did not like this and made it her business to get rid of her.

Today, was going to be another joyous day the Duke would surely come to take her on a ride as the weather was so fine and pleasant her dresses that he insisted he ordered for her had arrived.

(These were Isabelle's new gowns)

His Grace had them delivered to her chamber and placed in her closet.

" Goodmorning my Lady"! Charles smiled taking her hand to kiss fervently upon her fingers, " I trust you are well"! Charles lamented. " Why yes your Grace I I Thankyou I am quite well"! Isabelle replied kindly smiling at him.

" I see your wearing one of your gowns my Lady! How fine you look"! Charles commented offering her his arm as they departed her chambers and out into the Spring sunshine of the day.

" I don't like her George.... she's paid Brandon to sleep with her tell everyone"! Anne told her brother.

" Come my lady! We are going for a ride ... his majesty will not mind "! Charles smiled telling her, giving her a hand onto the back of his horse, " now just as you did before put your arms around my waist"! Charles instructed and she willingly obeyed " Ride on"! He gave his horse a little kick they were off.

It was a pleasant time being out with his Grace the worldly cares of the Court disappearing.

The royal forest was so lush and green it could mistake it for so easily for being the forest of Ireland.

" why don't we get you a horse"? Charles suggested

" A horse! Your Grace you can't what'll your ward say! Shell be displeased with the both of us I for myself don't want that to happen do you"? Isabelle countered.

" No she will not! She knows I'm protecting you she will not mind one bit"! Charles smiled

Isabelle kept silent upon the matter, allowing the Duke to tell her off to refuse to accept that he'd get a new horse.

Elsewhere back at the palace preparations for the Lady's Coronation was underway and his majesty The King wanted everything to go perfectly Charles had been appointed high constable for the day.

" My dearest Charles what's the matter? You have something on your mind .... Tell me what's wrong"? Isabelle asked with smile in her voice.

" His majesty The King has appointed me High constable for that woman's coronation"!

" Indeed! I beg of you Charles! Tell me .... is it because you are uncomfortable in doing so"! Isabelle answered as they gently rode the woods together, " Yes I'm to guard the woman and his majesty I am not against his majesty I'm just against her .... but I am trying my Lady I really am to put up with her shes such a troublesome woman I even believe is no vergin, when she married the King Catherine told me not to act irrationally, Isabelle smiled " sounds like very good advice"! A gust of wind whipped past them as they rode on " that was sharp wind"! Isabelle laughed.

A few hours later, it began to rain and Charles and Isabelle had turn back.

" What a shame that our ride us cut short"! Isabelle huuffed.

Lady Anne boleyn swanned around the palace as if she owned it is Isabelle did her best to try and liked her for her cousins sake, when Isabelle tried to speak ton her she was ignored.

Of course Isabelle was invited to the coronation of the Lady Anne boleyn she knew that her The Earl of Wiltshire would be there as the ladies father of the Queen of England as was George boleyn her brother to be Lord Rochford.

" My Lady"! Isabelle curtised to Lady Anne as she walked past her to her chambers but as normal Anne ignored her Isabelle did not think of it she would rather shut herself away from Court life and not be apart of it at all.

The Earl and Lord Rochford were still planning their scheme to get rid of her as they still thought her a threat to her the future Queen of England.

(The dress that Isabelle's wearing to Anne's coronation)

For the rest of the day Isabelle remained in her apartment away from the ever changing world of the Royal Court.

Isabelle was sat in her favourite place in the window seat reading her romance novel that she had not managed to read.

Then, there came a knock on her chamber door.

" Yes"! Called Isabelle

Two men entered her chamber grabbing her one man grabbed her by the hood shuffling her head back as the other pulled the cap from a bottle and poured the poison down her throat.

Isabelle tried releasing herself from the mans grip but he held her tighter.

Suddenly the first man punched her in the stomach she lay pale and lifeless on the floor.

After she lay there lifeless Isabelle's body was left lying there her dress was torn the new one that The Duke of Suffolk had brought her.

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His majesty had not seen much of his beloved cousin Lady Harrington about Court he had much to busy flaunting himself at the Lady Anne.

His majesty made his way to Lady Isabelle's chambers when he got to the door he knocked their came no answer.

The King kicked open the door

Upon entering His majesty found her lying there in her gown out cold when he studied closer he looked again at her dress .... it was torn.

" Gaurds! Find the Duke of Suffolk immediately"! Henry demanded.

" yes your majesty"! Both guards hurried ouynof the apartment ans went off to find the Duke, seeing him they approached him ..... " Your Grace theres been an incident Lady Isabelle's been attacked"! One of them whispered. The dukes heart fell into his mouth at the thought of finding her in great distress, " Where is she? Show to her now"! His grace demanded.

The King awaited the guards return with the Duke, when they entered the room Isabelle was lay upon the bed his majesty knew she liked to be independent and so he had to it put her in something more comfortable.

" Your Grace Thank God! What's happened"? Charles asked frantically, Isabelle was still as corpse she wasn't moving.

His majesty was furious at whom ever entered her chambers and did this to her unbeknown to him his future bride and Queen had been planning it with her brother and father The Earl of Wiltshire.

" Your Majesty! W..what's going on"? Charles asked concerned, seeing the lady he loved and adored lying lifeless upon the fall her face covered by her hair. " your majesty allow me to lo e her to the bed"? Charles asked him Henry nods. Charles carefully stalks toward her carrying in his arms toward the first posted bed.

The Kings physician had arrived to treat her Lady Isabelle he asked if it was necessary to bleed her and so he did .... in that moment the royal physician to his majesty hesitated to tell him the news that the Lady Isabelle had in fact been poisoned by something that even he did not know what, The king was in hysterics over his entirely beloved Cousin he ordered Guards to haunt for the those whom had committed unjust treasonable offence for which was death by beheading or by torture charles was ordered to stay with her by his majesty he'd so desperately wanted to move her to Sufffolk place where she would be safe and away from the whore Said Lady Anne boleyn. Charles waited beside her bed every night even sleeping in the window seat where shes usually found reading her books in her leisurely pursuit.

" Tell me! Now .... Will she recover"? Charles asked fearing she may die from the poison.

" I have every confidence that she will recover she is young and healthy"! The physician told Charles quickly.

Since Margaret's death His Grace has been in no mood for courtly pursuits with the King he truly had no idea that Margaret was unwell and that she would die unexpectedly she had given him a son to which now Catherine Brooke his Ward sometimes looked after. The king returned Isabelle's chambers that evening to find Charles still awake holding his cousin's hand she still was not yet recovered and she had been bled twice by the physician but there was no hope yet of her waking, charles was frantic with worry he too wanted to haunt for her killers but the King told him not to to stay with her and let him deal with whom ever did this, Thomas Cromwell had seen the state of lady Isabelle at once tling his majesty that he had seen two men entered her chambers both black cloaks on and the hoods pulled up over their faces.

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At first charles thought that he was imagining it, " C.h.a.r.l.e.s"! Came her whisper with a weary voice, he eyes glazed as she woke in the bleak blackness of her chamber dressed in her nightgown.

" w...where am I? W...what happened"? Isabelle asked coughing up vomit, " oh my love hush thank God"! Charles grabbed her hand and kissed with relief tears pulling in his eyes.

" my darling! You need to rest"! Charles told her smiling gently stroking her hair with a tinged thumb the door to her chamber burst open ... it was his majesty.

Charles stayed seated as the King bid him not to stand as he was comforting her, Isabelle tried to sit herself up but she failed her body was to far to weak even still.

" Have you caught them"? Charles asked concerned looking at Henry looked on between him and Isabelle seeing that they're friendship, had grown somewhat from the time that she had arrived she was beyond proud very religious she visited the chapel three times a day to get some solace away from the business of the Court.

" No my lord! We have not alas"! The Sargent at arms told him, " Search again I will not hesitate to find myself and have them examined farther at the Tower"! Charles informed them quietly.

" Yes Your Grace"! The Sargent at arms bowed his head and left the lady Isabelle's Chambers, he held her hand tighter then he had not done before.

" Isabelle ...... Isabelle Sweetheart, you must rest I will go and see the King"! Suddenly she remembered whom attacked her and poisoned her.

" I....it was The Lord Rochford and the Earl of Wiltshire I swear it Charles"! She cried tears streaming down her face.

" I knew it! ....... my darling thank God you remembered"! Charles took her hand and kissing her fingers gently.

" How ... how is Catherine"? Isabelle asked smiling gently up at the Duke.

Her blue eyes glazed from the tears, that she seeped now from relief from remembering the offenders.

A attendant of his majesty arrived in her chambers, " Your Grace his majesty wishes you to tend him"! His stood contend yo his majesty awaiting him in his presence chamber.

When Charles was walking though the palace he passed by Lord Rochford deciding that it was best not to say anything now, he just kept walking though the corridors of the palace.

When he arrived, at the Kings presence chamber, " Charles tell me how is the Lady Isabelle"? The King asked urgently.

" Your Majesty! I regret to inform you that the lady Isabelle has remembered to stormed her chambers and poisoned her nearly killing her, she reports that it was Lord Rochford and The Earl of Wiltshire"! Charles did not do this to spite the King his friend he merely wished for the King to be safer with someone whom was less turbulent than the said Lady Anne boleyn or Mistress boleyn as everyone knew her about Court.

" She is still very sick your majesty"! Charles told the King with tears pooling in his eyes at the thought of another one of his lovers dying from poisoning.

" THIS IS LIES MY BROTHER WOULD NOT HARM ANYONE HENRY BELIEVE ME HE IS LYING MY FATHER AND BROTHER ARE NO MURDERERS"! Anne barked at his Majesty allowing the Whole Court to hear Lady Jane Seymour was disgusted that someone could wish to hurt her dearest friend in such way as poisoning she thanked god that there was someone like his grave the Duke of Suffolk looking after her.

" Gaurds arrest Lord Rochford and The Earl of Wiltshire .... take them to the Tower"! Ordered the King.

Lady Anne's plan to get rid of lady Isabelle had be folded and fouled just in time.

" Charles your dismissed go back to her"! Henry ordered her.

" As for you! You are not my wife how dare you plot the death of my dearest cousin my beloved cousin"! The King barked Anne barked on about how innocent she was when the making confronted her over planning to murder his cousin.

Isabelle grew stronger every day, she felt strong enough to get up out of bed and gently walk about her chambers Charles took the rooms next to hers to stay with her.

The pain had not subsided it was strong and dormant inside her as she walked about she still felt that she was a little dizzy.

Charles was sat in his chambers next to hers when he suddenly heard a thud fearing they had come back he rushed in to protect her.

" My angel! Darling ..... Come let's get you up put you back in bed hmm"! Charles told her gently smiled as he places his hand about her waist, she was wearing her nightgown she was not yet fully recovered, when she was better she was sure his majesty the King would be pleased to see her up and about as normal.

" darling! May I not summon the physician? Is the pain any worse"? Charles asked concerned for her health, Isabelle smiled up at him as he stroked her hair with his thumb, " I promise you that she will not hurt you again I shall ask his majesty whether you can moved to Suffolk place where I can keep a closer eye on you"! Charles told her kissing her forehead.

" w...what about Catherine"? She asked

" Do not worry about Catherine I will speak to her"! Charles smiled as he in his heart felt happy and full yet again.

The tale continues .......

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As the Metalocalypse movie gets deeper in development (y tambn el concierto q tuvieron) I think about the possible things the movie is going to throw at us.

Obviously super cool metal explosions with a bunch of dead ppl and gore (yummy yummy.) And ughhh a killer soundtrack. Probs going to be one song, but I'm so ready for a new Dethklok song.

Like the Salacia being Charle's dad / copy is a BIG one for me. The show either foreshadowed it or they wanted ro show a clear connection with the two.

Nathan and Abigail. Just like.....a wedding? Or even a normal kiss idk. I expect the movie to at LEAST give me some Nategail.

This sounds super dumb pero skwistok. Gay ships wouldn't have vibed in 2013, but idk I feel like 2020s is a better time for lgbtq relationships in TV shows (at least way more accepted.) And I know that toki and skwisgaars gay vibe was played for laughs, but part of me feels there's something to it. Like when murderface was talking about pp shaped foods fucking skwisgaar says he would put a hotdog in his mouth and *looks* at toki or like when they held hands in DSR. It's like THERES SOMETHING THERE and if it was done with the purpose for jokes or not idk but rn they have the opportunity to take that shit and run. The biggest plot twist for skisgaar's "i sleep with all women and h8 toki" character would be "Oh shit I'm gay/bi/notstraight 4 toki AND sleep with women. "

Ugh murderface character redemption 🤮 I hate murderface but something like that is going to happen and Nathan is going to be in it.

Honestly idk what's going to happen with Pickles. He's either going to retire or fucking destroy his brother. Oh and the mom is going to be there too just don't know how exactly.

For character deaths my money is on Charles, Nathan or Pickles. Um I could be completely off and the whole band dies lmao.

Oh they're going to fight in space at some point. Brandon Small straight up just wants to make Metal Starwars like any other white middle aged metalhead. He's tried to do space stuff with dethklok and [AS] didn't let him or something. He did do Galaktikon so it might be out of his system by now.

I'm really hyped for this movie and I want all my dethklok questions answered ngl. At least show me their powers for real and tell me what those planet thingies are already.