#to aru universe

[scaredpigeons]

Aqua Regia — experimentation is for the bold.

Read Aqua Regia // masterlist

Neuvillette x Fem!reader x Wriothesley (heavy heavy wriothesley x neuvillette)

Word count: 8.6k

After being married for a few years, your husband asks if you’d be willing to… experiment a little within your intimate life. Your best friend wriothesley is happy to help.

WARNING: SMUT, NSFW 18+ MDNI

CW: m/m/f threesome, m/f and m/m sex. Wriothesley fucks you and your husband. possessiveness(neuvi), danger kink(wrio), growling, slamming into walls, making out, vaginal fingering, anal fingering(male rec), vaginal sex, anal sex(male rec), Neuvillettes inhuman tongue, mentions of Neuvillettes dragon dicks, biting, minor mentions of blood at the end, clitoral stimulation, teasing.

Authors note: okay, okay. Listen. Listen. I had to, okay? Look— it doesn’t have to be AR canon if you’re not into it. It’s not imperative to the plot. It was just so eaaaaasssyyyyyyyyyy. No, Wriothesley isn’t joining the marriage, it’s not becoming a thing, but I am a firm believer that people can fuck their besties if they wanna and it can be chill. Fuck your besties!!! Especially if they look like wriothesley!!! Let your boy best friend fuck your husband!!! Especially if your husband looks like Neuvillette!!

“Have you ever had sex with a man?”

Wriothesley spit his tea across the entirety of his desk, soaking the morning paper crossword puzzle he was half paying attention to.

“I’m sorry, what?” He sputtered, wiping the leftover tea from his mouth and gaping at you with his blue eyes wide.

You simply shrugged, pretending like his reaction wasn’t the most hilarious thing you’ve seen in months. Though, you were expecting him to react something like that.

He was your best friend, but you’d never really talked about either of your sex lives before, mostly because you didn’t have a sex life before Neuvillette, and you always felt too awkward to talk about these things with Wriothesley.

The past couple years with Neuvillette had really whittled down your self consciousness on the subject though, and your more recent conversations with your husband had left you quite curious.

“Just a question, you don't have to answer if you’re not comfortable talking about it though.” You said, nonchalantly sipping your tea, trying to hide the grin threatening its way into your cheeks.

“No, no.” He said, rolling his neck as if the shock of the moment had put a crick in it. “You just caught me off guard, that’s all. You just… don’t ever talk about this kinda stuff.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable discussing it with me, that's all.” You said, setting your tea down. “That and— up until Neuvillette, I didn’t really have any experience to speak of.”

He rolled his eyes. Wriothesley often joked about how gross you and your husband were. Flirting when no one was paying attention, stolen glances across the room, poorly concealed marks on your bodies— he called you shameless, teasing you but never prying.

“Well I mean, some people may find it a bit awkward, talking about the sex life of their two best friends… who happened to be married to one another…” he said.

”Do you?” You said, tone light and teasing, almost as if challenging him. “Find it awkward?”

“Not really,” he grinned. “Actually I’ve been dying to know what he’s got going on, y’know… with the whole dragon thing.” Wriothesley made a lewd gesture towards his crotch as he spoke, making you laugh.

“Ah ah, I asked first, your questions can come later.” You teased.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes again. “Fine, fine. The answer is yes, I’ve done almost everything under the sun with as many different kinds of people as there are out there.”

“Your Grace!” You said in a mock fluster. “How scandalous! What would the people say if they knew the Duke of Meropide was such a common whore!”

”Hey!” He laughed, taking your teasing just as intended. “Just because I’m not interested in a long term relationship doesn’t mean I need to be abstinent! Let a man enjoy the simple pleasures in life, you prude.”

You snorted, covering your mouth a bit as you tried not to laugh harder, Wriothesley’s wide grin and accusatory index finger pointing at you wasn't helping.

“What’s your, uh— preference in role when it comes to that type of sex?” You asked once you’d calmed down a bit.

He snorted again, making your laughter bubble back up and threaten to burst out once more.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “it's just so funny to try and see you talk about this shit.”

“Answer me!” You giggled, trying to brush him off. “I’m trying my best, here!”

He cleared his throat, attempting to take the conversation a little more seriously. “I’ve done both, and I favor neither one nor the other. It all depends on the partner, really.”

Not that you’d ever really entertained the thought of what Wriothesley looked and acted like in bed, but you could very easily picture him in a more dominant role, taking charge and leading the experience with a well practiced hand.

But picturing him in a more submissive role? Being the receiver, his broad shoulders pressed into luxurious blankets, large hands reaching up to grasp at long, silky white hair as he—

Oh. You were getting ahead of yourself.

You took the time to clear your own throat and calm your heated cheeks, trying to keep a proper posture.

“What is your opinion on people having casual sex with close friends?” You said, trying to keep your tone level and casual, as to not expose your nerves and ruin the entire conversation. If things took a sour turn, you could easily play it off as morbid curiosity.

He seemed to answer without really thinking. “I mean, I personally don’t see a problem with it, as long as everyone is consenting and, you know… chill.”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous and frequent use of cryo puns. You swear he did it just to get a rise out of you sometimes.

But he suddenly paused, most likely connecting some dots, as you figured he would.

“If I didn’t know any better, I might think this illustrious personal assistant was propositioning me on behalf of the Iudex, which would never happen,” his eyes thinned, turning a bit dark, but you could see the remnants of a grin threatening their way onto his face once more. “Would it?”

“Quite preposterous in theory, for sure.” You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to meet his eyes and instead taking a delicate sip of your tea, proper and poise. “Though in practice it might not be so improbable.”

Wriothesley’s eyes glimmered as he leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and watching you avoid his gaze.

He made a noise of affirmation before clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Yes, yes. Well, even so, I would find it hard to believe, considering everyone in Fontaine is aware of how devoted the honorable Iudex is to his most beloved wife.”

“Yes, well.” You sat your teacup down, eyeing the rows of books he kept while willing the heat from your cheeks. “One does not live life without developing… curiosities. And perhaps his beloved wife is curious too? It’s not so obscene to imagine.”

Wriothesley tilted his head, and out of the corner of your eyes you caught him licking his lips.

“Obscene isn’t the word I’d use when imagining it, that’s for sure.”

———————

“Are you sure about this?” He asks.

“You know you can say the word at any time and this doesn’t have to continue,” You add.

“Exactly.” Wriothesley agreed. “I’m here to do what you want, there’s no expectations. I won’t be upset or offended, literally anything that happens tonight will not affect our relationship whatsoever.”

Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched Neuvillette look between the two of you.

Sitting down in the living room with Wriothesley and your husband was a common occurrence, many nights of cards and drinks and laughs were shared here. But tonight was very different, the air seemed electro-charged and the fire crackling in its stone fireplace was only adding more distracting noise to the sound of your heart beat thrumming through your eardrums. Could Neuvillette hear it so loudly too?

Neuvillettes eyes still danced between the two of you, and his brow raised slightly as if in disbelief.

“You are both aware that I was the one who initially proposed this idea, correct?” He asked, slow and steady as if to make sure the words really resonated. “It would be rather foolish of me to ask something like this of the two of you, only to change my mind at the last second. Unless… you both are having second thoughts on the matter?”

Both you and Wriothesley tried to express your refusal of such an accusation at the same time, making the two of you chuckle at each other with your eagerness.

“It’s not us, it’s just…” Wriothesley paused, making a circling gesture with his spread hands, as if he was trying to gather the thoughts he couldn’t quite conjure.

“My love, you have a tendency to be a bit…” you started, looking for the right phrase to not offend him too terribly much.

“Sometimes you can come across a little…” Wriothesley looked at you, cringing a bit as he hoped you would finish as if to soften the blow.

You sighed, deciding to just come right out and say it.

”Possessive.” You said. “You can be quite possessive.”

Neuvillette only nodded, seemingly unaffected.

“It is true that I can be rather possessive of my wife, as is in a dragon's nature to protect their mate, to guard their treasures carefully.” He looked to you. “Though I don’t see how that would be a problem in this situation?”

”My darling, you growled at that tea seller from Liyue when he tried to offer me a discount.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I did not enjoy the way his eyes were roaming all over your body, as if you were some kind of confectionary treat to drool over.”

“You’ve almost broken my hand just for touching her arm.” Wriothesley deadpans.

“Unrelated.” Neuvillette huffs. “I was experiencing a fluctuation in elemental energy when the full power of the hydro sovereign was returned to its rightful owner. Any irresponsible choices I might have made during that time can be written off as flukes, one time mistakes, nothing more.”

“Any irresponsible choices like, for example, courting your personal assistant without the knowledge that she was aware that was what you were doing?” Wriothesley stood from his chair, rounding the little end table that held your books to stand behind the armchair you were perched on, facing Neuvillette on the couch.

You could see the tips of your husbands ears glow red in the firelight, and you suppressed the urge to giggle when he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Nonsense.” He looked at you, and his eyes softened. “The decision to court you may not have been a very well thought out one, but it was a decision I will stand by for the rest of my existence.”

You flushed. He always found a way to make your heart flutter. You were so in love with this man— dragon— you were in love with your husband, and it seemed his devotion to you was an endless pool as well.

“Well, if it's unrelated, you should have no problem with me touching her again now, hmm?” Wriothesley said behind you, and you froze a bit in shock. You didn’t think he would start this so soon, but better to get going naturally, yes? Surely if you tried to talk about it forever, it would never happen.

His large, still wrapped up hands slid down your arms, fingertips dragging along your exposed skin until he was bent over the back of the chair, nuzzling into the side of your neck. His index fingers smoothed over the insides of your wrists as he breathed in your scent, a soothing gesture surely— but it only served to rile you up even more.

You looked up at Neuvillette and involuntarily whimpered at how strained he looked. His eyes were dark, menacing. His gloved hands were gripping the edge of the couch, straining the fabric as if it was seconds away from tearing and exposing the cushion. He looked like he was about to pounce, a murderous glare trained on where Wriothesley was touching you, breathing you in.

“You smell so sweet tonight, is that a new perfume?” Wriothesley whispered, making sure his breath ghosted over your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Yes,” you squeaked, still watching Neuvillette watch you.

“Just for me?” You caught him flashing that cheeky grin in your peripherals. “You shouldn’t have.”

His hands smoothed up and down your forearms, his lips barely ghosting along your throat, the tease of it all making you breathless.

“You seem far too comfortable doing such things with your best friend, Your Grace.” Neuvillettes' tone was dark, his voice was steady and smooth like usual, but there was an underlying madness creeping around the edges of his words that set your skin on fire. “Should I be concerned?”

Wriothesley pressed his smile against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, not quite a kiss but it ripped a growl from Neuvillette’s chest all the same.

“It’s fun to play pretend sometimes, isn’t it?” The Duke whispered your name softly in your ear, and you could see his eyes dip up to finally look at Neuvillette. “We can play pretend for a little while… can’t we, doll?”

You met Neuvillettes gaze. He was livid, yes. But there was a flush on his cheekbones that wasn’t there before— a heaviness to his breath that didn’t seem to come from his anger. You nodded to Wriothesley.

“I haven’t even touched you properly yet and he looks like he’s about to burst.” Wriothesley chuckled, low and breathy in your ear, but loud enough that you were sure your husband could hear. “Tell your puppy to heel, hmm? I’m just trying to get the fun started.”

Your thighs clenched together, heat pooling to your core in droves as you watched Neuvillette, all while receiving Wriothesley’s gentle and teasing ministrations.

“Neuvillette—“ you gasped as Wriothesley moved his hands to your thighs, blowing cool air in your ear. “Are you… still okay?”

Wriothesley’s warm palms gripped onto the plush of your thighs, making your legs spread almost on their own, a natural response to the kind of feelings stirring inside you, but it still made you squirm knowing it wasn’t your husband who brought such a response from you.

Neuvillette still hadn’t responded, but you figured he would voice his concerns if he truly had any. He looked as though he was fighting against all instincts, but from a quick peek to the crotch of his pants—you could tell he was just as excited as you were.

Your hips bucked up and arms tensed as Wriothesley kissed you gently on the junction between your neck and shoulder, your thinly strapped top giving him easy access to plenty of skin.

“So responsive…” Wriothesley groaned. “Aren’t you just a little treat for me.”

You bit your bottom lip as his kiss turned wet, his tongue dragging across your skin with each press of his lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you whined when he nibbled on your jawline, making your hands grip the arms of the chair even tighter as his hands continued their leisurely strokes on the tops of your thighs, fingertips only slightly teasing the fabric covering the inner flesh here and there.

“Such pretty little noises too,” Wriothesley said, bringing his fingertips further into the flesh of your inner thighs on the next stroke of his hands, watching the way Neuvillette lurched at the sound of your whimpers. “Does she make such pretty noises for you too, Iudex?”

Neuvillettes voice was chipped at the edges, wavering and dark, anger and lust and all other conflicting emotions swirling in the syllables as he growled out into the firelight flickering along the dark walls.

“My touch commands sounds more beautiful than you will ever pull from her, I can assure you that.”

“That sounds like a challenge to me, Monsieur.” Wriothesley was pushing it, he really was. You were honestly shocked at how well Neuvillette was handling himself thus far, but there had to be a breaking point.

The Duke of Meropide looked your Husband dead in the eyes (you only knew he did because you watched as Neuvillette met his gaze, his pupils thinning into tiny slivers,) and dragged his fingertips up your thighs, bringing his left and to press his middle and ring fingers deeply along the seam of your pants— the seam directly covering your aching core.

Your cunt throbbed at the attention and you cried out, a little startled but mostly just overwhelmed at such a heavy and sensual touch after all the light teasing.

As quickly as the touch was there it was ripped away, your body jolting back in shock as Neuvillette was suddenly upright, bolting across the few feet between the chair and couch to push Wriothesley away from you, making the Duke stumble backwards a few steps.

If he pressed him back where he stood, his back would surely collide with the bookshelves behind him, and somewhere in his instinct driven lizard brain he must have realized that, so he grabbed Wriothesley by the lapels on his vest and hauled him against the wall perpendicular to the shelves, which happened to line up quite nicely with your field of view as you turned around in the chair.

You sat on your knees and gripped the edge of the chair back as you watched them. Their profiles illuminated by the stone fireplace, the breaths in their chests heaving as they looked at each other.

Wriothesley was no small man, but he seemed so tiny as Neuvillette loomed over him, his eyes blazing down and piercing into the Duke.

“Your impudence knows no bounds, does it, little boy?” Neuvillette growled.

Oh.

Oh, did that ever do something for you.

Wriothesley cheekily grinned under his murderous glare, looking up at him without a care in the world— like one of the most powerful beings in Teyvat wasn’t pressing him up against a wall, looking like he wanted to tear him limb from limb.

Or maybe that's exactly why he looked so happy. Wriothesley used to be a bit of an adrenaline junky, didn’t he? Nothing crazy, just jumping into the water from high cliffs, picking fights with bullies much bigger than him, that sort of thing. You figured that spark must’ve died down since his sentencing to the Fortress, but it looks like it was still alive and well, glimmering up at your husband.

“Oh,” Wriothesley breathed, shifting his knee up in between Neuvillettes thighs. “I know plenty of ways to disrespect the honorable Iudex, if he’d like me to show him.”

Neuvillette let loose a sound halfway between a growl and a moan as Wriothesley pressed his thigh into Neuvillette a little harder, grinding against what was surely an aching erection.

“Or would he rather disrespect me?” Wriothesley’s breath was heaving in his chest as he pulled Neuvillettes hands from his lapel to his throat, steadying his grip there as he moved closer, pressing further. You watched as his gaze flickered from Neuvillettes eyes to his lips, before that sinful tongue came out and absentmindedly swiped across his own bottom lip.

And that was all it took.

Neuvillette crashed into him in a flurry of teeth and tongues as he devoured Wriothesley, pinning him further against the wall with his slender hands cupping around his throat.

You gaped as Neuvillette managed to slip a knee between Wriothesley’s legs now, and you nearly moaned he ground his hips against the duke, the tents in their pants pressing against each other's hips. Every few strokes they would bump into each other until Neuvillette must have decided that he preferred when they did, because he shifted until they were pressing against each other's cocks with every grind of their hips, making Wriothesley whimper out a pitiful sound that had you feeling your heartbeat pounding between your legs.

The Duke managed to pull his arms up and over Neuvillettes shoulders, wrapping his hands around the back of your husbands neck, pulling him closer as they devoured one another.

Their breaths were heavy, the grinding of their hips making you squeeze your thighs together as you watched them. You had half a mind to think that maybe you were a bit perverted for enjoying this so much, but the other half was too enraptured by the sight in front of you and the wetness pooling in your underthings to worry too much about it.

“You kiss—“ Wriothesley breathed between kisses, “—like it's a conquest.”

Neuvillette growled, pressing himself closer, squeezing the sides of Wriothesley’s throat in warning. “Only when I have a partner so desperate to be conquered.”

Neuvillette moved his hands in favor of sucking and nibbling along the exposed skin of Wriothesley’s jawline and throat, nibbling between the black wrappings and making the Duke’s knees shudder while he moaned.

His eyes caught yours where you sat and a grin pushed its way onto his heated face.

“Look at your little wife, Monsieur.”

Neuvillette turned his head, and his pupils dilated in the firelight as he caught you so shamelessly staring, face flushed and thighs surely squeezing together.

“Bedroom.” He said, voice leveling out but having no less of its ever commanding tone.

“Bedroom.” You squeaked, nodding as you nearly fell off the chair.

—————————

“I never imagined that Madame Neuvillette would be so shameless…” Wriothesley breathed in your ear as you squirmed in his lap, head lolling back onto your husband's shoulder as the Iudex sucked along your throat from where he sat behind you.

Your clothes were long tossed off, and you pulled at Wriothesley’s tie and hand wrappings, desperate to expose more of his skin. Wriothesley chuckled and moved to take it all off, his coat and vest long since discarded into the darkened corners of your bedroom.

Satisfied with Wriothesley following your needy directions, you reached over your own shoulders to pull at your husband's shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin pressing against your own.

“My love…” you whined. “More, more— I wanna feel you.”

Neuvillette brought his fingertips to your mouth, and you whined as you pinched the tip of his glove in between your teeth, holding on as he slipped his hand from the offending fabric. He brought his other hand up to do the same, and you watched as Wriothesley’s pupils blew wide at the movement.

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you dropped the gloves in your lap, looking at Wriothesley with a face that was surely more lewd than he’d ever seen on you before.

Finally, his upper body was bare, and your hands roamed the wide expanse of his scarred skin.

“Kiss me?” You asked, looking at him through your lashes.

“What kinda question is that?” Wriothesley grinned as he leaned up to capture your lips. He tasted like tea, and a vague hint of your husband's lips from their earlier tryst downstairs.

You moaned as the duke's hands caressed your waist and cupped your breasts, his hips rocking up into you as your tongues danced together, messy and uncoordinated but so enjoyable.

Wriothesley pulled back and his eyes flickered behind you before a pained expression washed over his face.

“Damn it. Fuck. That’s so fuckin’ unfair.” The duke whined.

You looked back to see your husband shirtless, finally. You knew exactly what Wriothesley was whining about too.

Neuvillette was always beautiful, but all his finery and fabrics hid just how stunning he actually was.

His pale skin was flawless, glowing in the moonlight streaming in your bedroom window. His shoulders were broad, arms sculpted and showcasing the odd blue veins here and there. His abdominals were strong and lean, his trim waist dipped into his hips with a perfect v cut that drew your eyes directly towards the light speckling of hair that trailed below his navel. He had the body of a strong swimmer, he had the body of a being so beautiful not even the gods could compare.

He was stunning, he never failed to take your breath away even after years of the privilege of seeing him this way.

“I know exactly what you mean,” you pouted as you looked at him over your shoulder.

Neuvillettes long silky hair fell over his shoulder as he leaned in to crowd you against Wriothesley, his bare hands tipped in the faintest pale blue— the element he commanded pulsing through him too powerful to stay hidden away— running along Wriothesley’s sides to paw greedily at his chest, his arms caging you in and forcing you deeper into the dukes lap.

“You both act as if your forms do not beget a reaction so feral and obscene that it makes ones insides shudder in anticipation.” Neuvillette growled, his fingers trailing through the dark hairs coating Wriothesley’s chest.

Wriothesley groaned as you reached down to join your husband's perusal of his chest. Neuvillette was right about one thing at least— as beautiful as your dragon sovereign was, Wriothesley was a different sort of attractive altogether.

Wriothesley was thick. All broad shoulders and corded muscle, large arms that looked like they could pick you up and toss you across a room without issue. His waist didn’t cut in as narrow as Neuvillettes, his abdominals less defined, but you could still see the strength in him tense as you ran your hands across his body. Scarred, marked by his past tribulations and coated in a speckling of hair that just screamed that rugged sort of sexy that made your mouth water.

“Fuck,” the duke said, tossing his head back as Neuvillette ran his nails from chest to navel. “Is he always so quick with the flowery dirty talk?”

You smiled, squirming down on his lap, surely making a mess of the front of his pants. “You act like it didn’t make your cock jump.”

You bit your lip and moaned as Wriothesley grinned and bucked his hips up against your cunt as punishment.

Neuvillette leaned closer, his head dipping above your shoulder to mouth at Wriothesley’s jawline as you were squeezed between them, helpless and turned on with the Duke's erection pressing at your core and your husbands twitching against your ass.

“Your insistence on tormenting my wife will not go unchecked, Your Grace.” Neuvillette whispered as his hands pawed at the Duke's chest once more.

You could hear Wriothesley’s breath hitch as you squirmed further into his lap, and you felt your husband grab and squeeze at him while dragging nibbling kisses along his throat and jawline.

“You’re so fucking good, Neuvillette, shit—“ Wriothesley moaned, stumbling over his words a bit. “Damnit— I want to fuck you so badly.”

Everything seemed to still for a moment. Neuvillette leaned back, letting you look at Wriothesley’s flushed face and heaving chest. His cock was straining against his pants beneath you, you could feel it twitching as he looked up at both of you.

“Do you really?” Neuvillette asked.

“Wha— what?” Wriothesley breathed.

“Do you want to fuck him?” You said, sounding equally as breathless.

Wriothesley seemed confused for a moment, before his eyes darted between the two of you, his face still tinged pink.

“With the way things were going… I figured he’d be the one to— but if you—“

“Do you want to fuck Neuvillette, Wriothesley?” You asked, lowering your tone into something more sultry as you looked at him through heavy lashes.

“Fuck—“ he groaned, his eyes rolling back a bit. “Fuck yes. Yes— you have no idea.”

You both slid off of him, and Neuvillette grabbed at his thighs to pull his legs to the edge of the bed. You sat beside the Duke, watching intently as your husband lowered himself to the ground between Wriothesleys knees.

Wriothesley sat up, looking at the Iudex on his knees in front of him, and his face suddenly turned a whole new shade of red.

“You don’t have to— I mean, I said I was—“

“I want to try. Let me try it?” Neuvillettes' tone was a lot softer now that Wriothesleys hands weren’t actively on you, and you knew that would be the case.

Wriothesley propped himself up with his hands behind him. “Fuck, yes. Yes— okay.”

You leaned over to help Neuvillette undo Wriothesley pants, wanting an up close look at the way his face would change when he saw Wriothesley’s cock. And he did not disappoint you.

His eyes widened and pupils dilated as Wriothesley’s cock burst from its confines, the weight of it making it droop a bit to the side instead of smacking against his stomach. You felt your own mouth water at the sight of it. He was long and obscenely thick, you think he was perhaps even thicker than your husband, and you could see the way Neuvillettes gaze took it in, watching the gears turn in his mind as he realized he was going to try and fit this thing inside him.

A taste of your own medicine, much? You wanted to snicker.

Neuvillettes eyes dipped over to you, a look of hesitation flickering across his features. You smiled down at him, reaching a hand to card your fingers through his hair.

“Take it slowly, darling. You know what feels good, just let yourself have fun with it, okay?” You said.

He looked to Wriothesley, who just silently nodded in agreement, hands fisting the blankets and staring in almost disbelief at Neuvillette between his legs.

Finally, finally, Neuvillette leaned in and let his hot and wet tongue lick up Wriothesley’s shaft before releasing its inhuman length out to curl lewdly around the head of it, lapping up the pre-come dripping from the tip.

Wriothesley shuddered, his eyes widening even more as a desperate sound of shock was ripped from his throat, and he pulled away, scurrying himself back up the bed.

“OH!— okay okay OHkay—“ he yelped as he scrambled back. “If we keep doing that shit I’ll be done in five seconds flat. What the fuck?”

You giggled, looking at Neuvillettes' disappointed pout as Wriothesley panted beside you.

“Yeah, I had about the same reaction the first time too— though I let him keep going.”

Wriothesley sighed. “Yeah well— I said I was going to fuck him.”

The Duke shuffled out of his pants fully, tossing them on the floor. His thick thighs flexing as he kneeled on the bed.

“Sorry, sorry. We can try that again another time.” He took a deep breath, grounding himself. “If it pleases the honorable Iudex, I’d have him lie on the bed and make himself comfortable.”

Neuvillette eyed the cock still hanging hard between Wriothesley’s thighs, but listened without complaint, laying himself down on the pillows.

“Good.” Wriothesley said, the flush in his cheeks slowly dying down to something more reasonable.

He crawled closer, kneeling in between Neuvillettes spread legs, eyeing him for signs of discomfort as he slowly reached for the buttons of his pants. Neuvillette simply relaxed his face, lifting up his hips when Wriothesley pulled at the waistband to tug them off his body.

To Wriothesley, it probably looked like Neuvillette was in calm indifference, just going with the motions, but underneath, you could see your husband brimming with nerves and anticipation, his eyes blazing with need. Your husband was just incredibly used to schooling his own emotions into a mask, he was doing so now to hide his nervousness.

As his pants and undergarments were finally pulled from him, his cock twitched, long and hard and leaking as he laid there, and you simply couldn’t help yourself. You leaned down and took the head of it into your mouth, giving him a few firm sucks just to loosen the tension in his spine.

He moaned, his hand coming to your shoulder as he squirmed. You pulled away, smirking at the flush now coating his face.

Wriothesley whistled as he took in Neuvillettes completely naked form, running his hand along a smooth milky thigh, thumbing gently where it meets his hip.

Neuvillette squirmed, his hand reaching for yours. You grasped it gently, smiling up at Wriothesley. “He’s fine, just getting all quiet because he’s nervous.” You explained when wriothesley looked to you in concern.

“Nervous?” Wriothesley chuckled. “After all that? He’s nervous now?”

“Se—“ Neuvillette stuttered. “Nervousness during sexual exploration is normal, however sharing new experiences with someone that one has no sexual experience with prior can be cause for some anxiety. I am… I am fine— eager, even.”

Wriothesley smirked affectionately, rubbing Neuvillettes thighs. “Well that's good. Is it alright if I touch you now?”

”You may.” Neuvillette breathed.

You continued to hold his hand as you sat down by his hips, eyeing the way Wriothesley squeezed his inner thighs appreciatively.

His large calloused hands spread up and cupped around Neuvillettes pelvis, his thumbs gently running along his balls, watching gleefully as the Iudex twitched under his teasing touch.

A hand finally came up to grasp his cock, starting a slow pace of languid strokes, making you both eye the precome beading at his tip as Neuvillette bit his lip and watched.

“You know, I was expecting something a little more… dragon-like down here.” Wriothesley teased, eyeing Neuvillettes cock before tracing his gaze appreciatively all over his naked body. “You’re fucking ridiculously big, and so damn flawless it’s certainly a little inhuman… but not what I was expecting.”

Neuvillette watched as Wriothesley’s hand picked up the pace, only to slow right down once more, his calloused fingers squeezing here and there as his other hand still teased the junction between his pelvis and thigh.

“This is my… least alarming form.” Neuvillette breathed, and you watched as his brow twitched. he was certainly holding back. “I thought it appropriate to keep the experience as close to… normal as possible.”

“His other form is so pretty,” you pouted, twirling your index finger around Neuvillettes pert nipple, the pink flesh pebbling from all the attention. “But he wont let me play with them… he says I’ll just end up hurting myself.”

“Them?” Wriothesley’s hand paused as he looked at you with a raised brow.

You gave him a cheeky grin, raising up two fingers as you glanced down at Neuvillettes cock. Wriothesley audibly swallowed as you gestured a measurement well over a foot with your hands and mouthed the word big with some finality in your expression.

“Your mortal body is not equipped to deal with such—“ Neuvillette was cut off by his own choked groan as Wriothesley bent down to lap at the head of his cock, blue eyes still staring up at your husband with such intensity.

“You’re telling me you have two cocks?” Wriothesley teased between strokes of his hand and tongue, watching as Neuvillette writhed on the bed. “And you’ve been holding out on our girl here?”

Neuvillette’s head snapped up, glaring at Wriothesley between his spread legs.

“Mine.” His voice was a rasping growl, eyes aflame. “Not yours.”

You watched Wriothesley shudder, his grin ever present as he simply continued the strokes and little licks around your husband's leaking cock.

“Oh fuck, that’ll never not be hot.” He murmured almost to himself as Neuvillette settled back down at your soothing touch running along his chest.

“He’s just teasing you, my love.” You whispered to him, nibbling along his pointed ear. “Everyone knows I belong to you.”

“You have to let me see them,” Wriothesley chuckled as he sat back up, pinching along Neuvillettes thighs. The sight of your husband spread wide and flushed was enough to send pulses of searing heat between your legs, and you simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Neuvillette cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with The Duke as you settled to lay down on the bed beside him, rolling on to your side to face him. You nuzzled into your husbands neck, kissing and nibbling at his skin as if it would soothe the ache in your core.

“Perhaps another time.” Neuvillette didn't sound very thrilled, in fact he sounded rather embarrassed. You remember how long it took to convince him to let you see his more dragonian features.

Wriothesley smiled at the premise of another time, another instance of this happening between the three of you. It seemed that he certainly wasn’t going to object.

“Lubricant?” The Duke asked.

“Top drawer, right side.” You mumbled from your mission of scattering purpling marks along your husband's collar bones.

You felt Wriothesley shift as you wrapped your arms around Neuvillettes neck, bringing your lips to his for a fervent kiss. He consumed you, his inhuman tongue twirling with yours and dipping deeper than usual, teasing your gag reflex and pushing little tears to form at the corners of your eyes.

Wriothesley was back, spreading the lubricant along his fingers. “I’ll start slow, okay?”

“I am not made of glass, your Grace.” Neuvillette scoffed slightly as he paused your kiss.

“Have you done this before?” He looked between the two of you.

“No, I didn't want to hurt him, I’ve never done anything like this.” You said, looking up at Wriothesley before your eyes were pulled right back to the lewd sight of Neuvillette running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Exactly. I know what I’m doing. Let me do it.”

You and your husband nodded, seemingly more interested in sucking on each other's tongues than Wriothesley’s scolding. That is, until Neuvillette paused, his eyes widening.

“There, there's one. How is it?”

A rough breath pushed from Neuvillettes nose, as he shifted, and you watched the muscles in Wriothesley’s arm flex as he pumped the digit in and out of your husband, slowly and with a careful gaze.

“It is… different.” Neuvillette finally said, letting you nibble on his bottom lip.

“Good. Please say something if you feel any pain or discomfort.” Wriothesley’s eyes were sparkling as his eyes flipped between watching the two of you and watching his finger sink in and out of Neuvillettes hole. “Think you can take another?”

“Yes.”

Wriothesley’s fingers were thick, you knew that. Watching Neuvillettes face change color as Wriothesley pressed a second finger inside made you writhe beside him.

A small noise left Neuvillette as Wriothesley started his slow pumps once more, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. You rolled to your back, immediately spreading your legs and running fingers along your clit, still watching your husband try to hang on to his composure.

You whined as Neuvillette gripped the blankets beneath him, his breaths becoming heavier as his face grew more red. Wriothesley was picking up the pace, slowing every now and then with a focused expression, as if he was looking for something.

The Duke watched you as he kept going, smirking down at your shameless display.

”Awe, you both just have such greedy little holes, don’t you?” His hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down the bed closer to him. A surprised squeak left your lips, and you watched with wide eyes as Wriothesley reached his free hand over to pet at your leaking cunt, fingertips slipping through and pressing so wonderfully.

He pressed the tip of one finger into your hole, before pulling back out and squeezing two inside you, slow and hot and so good. You keened at the stretch, your achey walls screaming at the sensation of finally being stimulated.

“There you go, ‘that what you needed, pretty girl?” he asked.

You nodded obediently, spreading your legs further as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, your back arching as you moaned and cried for him.

You turned to look at your husband, who was surely fuming at another man touching you so blatantly, but you were only met with a flushed and panting mess.

It seemed in your distraction, Wriothesley had added another finger, and Neuvillette was reacting sensationally to the pleasure. His voice was still held back, but you saw his eyes glazed over with lust, his little fanged teeth biting into his bottom lip.

Before you could get too distracted, Wriothesley crooked his fingers inside you, making you sob out and arch your back as he prodded at your g-spot.

To your surprise, Neuvillette cried out at the same time as you, a loud whine being ripped from his throat.

“Found it,” Wriothesley grinned.

The dam had finally cracked, though only a trickle of Neuvillettes true expressions were leaking through. He softly groaned, his eyes rolling back as his horns glowed, his hands nearly tearing holes in the sheets.

“Yeah?” You breathed, still spinning from Wriothesley’s fingers stroking inside you. “Does it feel good, my love? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Your Grace,” Neuvillette panted, tilting his head up to meet Wriothesley’s heavy gaze. “I… I need—“

“What do you need, Your Honor?” Wriothesleys hands pumped in sync now, heavy strokes of his fingers stimulating you both. His smirk was smug, his eyelids heavy and cool eyes blazing.

You could feel your core tightening, the pleasure mounting inside you.

“Wrio…” You keened.

“Fuck, who knew that you’d both be such sluts? You’re both just begging for cock, aren’t you?”

He leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to Neuvillettes lips, and you watched Wriothesley nibble on his bottom lip before pulling away from your husband completely, slipping his hands from the both of you.

“Let me get you riled up before I fuck you, hmm? You’re so hot when you’re being possessive.”

Neuvillette looked confused for a moment but the realization dawned across his face as Wriothesley moved to gather your thighs in his hands, pushing your knees back until they rested on either side of your head.

“Just need a little taste of it, sweetheart.” Wriothesley murmured, running his ridiculously thick cock along your folds.

You squirmed, hands balling into tight fists in anticipation. Looking at Neuvillette, you watched as his eyes grew dark once more, and he looked as if he was going to rip Wriothesley away from you at any moment.

“The more fuss you put up, the longer I’ll fuck her— which means the more you’ll have to wait.” Wriothesley teased the head of his cock against your hole, and your back arched as if to encourage him.

Neuvillette settled back, though a deep predatory noise rumbled from his chest, and you could feel Wriothesley’s cock twitch against you.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over that.” The Duke nearly whined.

“Please,” you whimpered, your words starting to slur from the fog clouding your mind. “I wan’ it”

”Yeah? Think you can handle it?” Wriothesley added more pressure, wetting the tip of his already weeping cock, teasing you further. “You only took two fingers, you think that's enough to take this?”

”Please, please,” you bucked your hips, whining again when he pulled back. “I can take it, I can take it, I swear.”

Wriothesley chuckled, low and deep and so seductive. “If you say so…”

After a moment that felt like it dragged on for hours, Wriothesley finally pressed into you, and your eyes blew wide, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

He was thick. You were so insistent on taking him, you didn’t think about the consequences of not being adequately prepared. In a perfect world, you’d have likely taken three or even four of the Duke's lovely fingers and perhaps a couple orgasms to loosen yourself up before taking this claymore of a cock.

But oh, were you a glutton for punishment.

It stretched you so completely, not unlike the way it felt the first time your husband entered you this way, though he always seemed to prepare you more than necessary to ensure your comfort and pleasure.

“Think I can wring one out of you before I fuck your husband?” Wriothesley grinned as he bottomed out, watching your face as you tried to process how ridiculously full you felt. It was like he was in your throat, carving out a new space in your insides just for him to fit into perfectly.

Then he started moving.

Your cunt instantly fluttered around him, the position he had you pressed into forced the fat head of his cock to press against your g spot with insane precision, and the Duke slowly worked his thrusts into a rough slapping of your hips, until he was fucking you at cruel and brutal pace.

“Oh, oh!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it, staring at the ceiling as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing and clenching as your orgasm built.

You could hear your husband's low growls, but you could also hear a secondary wet noise, prompting you to glance over in your haze of pleasure.

You keened out as you saw Neuvillette stroking himself in time with Wriothesley’s thrusts, his eyes dark and menacing but the twitch of his cock was unmistakable.

“Yeah, that's it sweetheart,” Wriothesley groaned. “Give it to me.”

And you did.

It shattered through you, the build up so quick and harsh that the tipping point had you crying out, writhing around in his hold as you came with such force it made you squeal.

“Good,” Wriothesley whispered, gently pumping his cock into you, prolonging your pleasure. “Good girl.”

You felt a cool hand reach for your thigh, your husband's possessive growling reaching closer to your ears, before Wriothesley’s hands pushed him away, his cock slipping from you rather quickly as he pinned Neuvillette to the bed beside you.

“Nuh-uh,” he chided. “Good boys wait their turn, monsieur.”

“I‘ll tear your hands from your body if you do not use them properly in the next five seconds, Wriothesley.”

“Ooh, violent.” Wriothesley smiled, pinning both of Neuvillettes hands within one of his own, bringing the free one down to run a thumb along your husband's bottom lip. “But I believe that would be a most heinous crime, Monsieur. And though I don't think you’d last a week down in the fortress, I’d make sure your time there was very, very comfortable.”

Wriothesley pressed his hips against Neuvillette, rubbing their cocks together in a lewd squelch that made you whimper and flush, realizing that it was your own arousal coating Wriothesley and making the slide of their lengths so wet and smooth.

“Let me fuck you,” Wriothesley breathed as he stared into Neuvillettes heated eyes. “Fuck, I need it.”

Neuvillette keened, his cock twitching and drooling where Wriothesley pressed against him. Though his brow was still furrowed, his hands still thrashing in the Duke's grip, he nodded, murmuring something that sounded like a breathy “please”.

Wriothesley wasted no time reaching down to thrust three fingers back into Neuvillettes hole before pulling out and lining his cock up, still dripping in your juices.

“It’ll be a lot at first, just try to relax for me.” He murmured against Neuvillettes ear, his muscular forearm tensing where it held him up.

You watched as he pressed forward, as your husband's mouth fell open, his eyes widening as he gazed up at The Duke, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him.

Your mind was in a haze, watching as Wriothesley started his slow and sensuous pace, the line of his hips driving into Neuvillette in a way that made your insides shudder.

His voice was a symphony of broken little sounds, smaller and more vulnerable than you were used to hearing, but his flushed face and bite-swollen lips looked so enticing.

“Is that good?” Wriothesley whispered as he leaned over him, pushing your husband's thighs wider, further back. “You like it?”

Neuvillette released a weak whimper, and you could see the wetness pooling behind his ethereal eyes. Even so, he gave a delicate little nod.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, beautiful.” Wriothesley groaned, his pace quickening. “Fuck, between the two of you, I’m not going to last long.”

You realized you were absently swirling your fingertips along your puffy clit, the pleasure in you from watching them too much for you to handle— you needed release.

Wriothesley’s eyes flickered between the two of you, watching you both, and you could see the muscles in his abdomen tighten.

“Gods—“ Wriothesley made the mistake of moaning out that dreaded word.

Neuvillettes legs snapped around his waist, his clawed hands gasping at his shoulders, at his back as he pulled Wriothesley closer and growled.

“No.” He rasped, fire burning in his gaze as his claws pulled at Wriothesley’s shoulder blades, making the duke shudder and cry out. “No gods. Only me.”

Your fingers stuttered as your thighs shook, your high approaching much sooner than you realized, your sensitive folds dripping and aching for it.

“Oh, fuck—“ Wriothesley groaned, leaning down to breathe into the crook of Neuvillettes neck as his hips stuttered too. “Neuvillette—“

Neuvillette did something you’ve only seen him do a few times, on occasions of high intensity and emotional wreckage during your intimate moments. It was a primal and animalistic act, a response brought on through his instincts and inner feelings, typically hidden by his proper decorum and high intellect.

He opened his mouth wide and latched his teeth possessively into the meat of Wriothesley’s trapezius muscle, deep and firm.

Wriothesley nearly screamed, his hands white knuckling the sheets as he came, gasping and pumping into your husband with a shocked and embarrassed expression, the blush on his face so extreme it trailed down to his shoulders.

Neuvillette groaned, and you watched his cock jump and spray deep splatters of white across his chest and abdomen, even up onto Wriothesley— all while still latched onto him, teeth baring down possessively into the flesh. Small rivulets of blood began pooling where his tongue wasn’t laving it up, and you shuddered and came at the sight of it all.

Your body arched, mind going blank as it hit you.

When your sight returned, all you could hear were three sets of panting breaths, three pounding hearts in the moonlight pooling in the room.

Your heart stuttered out a little bout of jealousy at the sight of Wriothesley petting your husbands silky hair as he soothed him away from his aching shoulder, watching the droplets of blood pool in the wetness left behind from his mouth.

But as Neuvillette relaxed back into the pillows, wriothesley looked up at you with a cheeky grin, wriggling his eyebrows at you, and suddenly the stillness of the room was broken by your unfiltered giggles.

Wriothesley joined you, his chuckling making Neuvillette look at you both in utter confusion. The Duke of Meropide raised his hand, and you limply sat up to meet it, clapping your hand against it in a high five both childish and out of place for the aftermath of such a heated exchange.

“That was… crazy.” Wriothesley said, pulling himself from Neuvillette and sitting back on the bed.

Your giggles calmed, and you snuggled up against your still gaping husband, who continued to look between the two of you with a flushed face and furrowed brow.

“Yeah, I was not expecting it to be like that.” You said as you ran your hands along Neuvillettes chest, soothing him.

You were expecting a bit more awkward tension— but then again, Wriothesley was your best friend. Everything felt easy with him, and even in the aftermath, you couldn’t help but feel light and happy, not an ounce of shame or awkwardness to speak of.

“This exchange…” Neuvillette looked between the two of you, wincing as he tried to sit up less than gracefully. “…is it a positive one? I understand that laughing has more than one meaning, I trust that this means you both enjoyed yourselves?”

You and Wriothesley looked at him, and then each other before you both burst out in another fit of giggles.

“Mmn.” Neuvillette hummed, his face now relaxed and serene. “I take it you’re staying to do our laundry, Your Grace?”

Wriothesley’s laughter sobered up in an instant. “Uh, what?”

“Well, considering that you’ve yet to clean up the mess you left between my legs, which I can feel attempting to drip onto my silk bed sheets, I assume you’re planning on washing them after you’re done relaxing?”

Neuvillette wasn't one for unnecessary messes, always rushing to clean you up after your trysts. He wasn't opposed to a mess or two, but would very promptly strip the bed afterwards to avoid staining his very expensive and very old silks.

Now it was your turn to giggle alone as Wriothesley’s eyes widened at the space between your husbands open thighs, tumbling off the bed in his haste with a grumbled “oh, shit!” As he raced to find a cloth.

“Thank you for indulging me, my love.” Neuvillette whispered against your temple as he pressed a kiss there, holding you closer.

“Do you have any more ideas?” You smirked, and he smiled finally, scrunching his nose playfully at you.

——————————————

Authors note: not my finest work, i kinda lost interest halfway through if you can’t tell. I still wanted to finish it and actually have something to post for y’all while i crawl my way out of this creative block, so visiting the old wips is a must. Anyways, let me know what you think, comments and reblogs are most important!! Love you all so much. —Rae🖤

[lolzitop]

TPQ au where everything is the same except Suyodhana chooses to forget Aru and Krithika so nothing is the same

[hazellevessque]

I didn't know Aru Shah was by Roshani Chokshi (I'd actually never heard of it before your blog) but have you read the Gilded Wolves series by her? I read it, it was pretty good, I just bring it up because it's clear that you like her writing!

Yes I have! The first two books at least (someone at the library has the third one right now and I’m like sixth on the hold list for if 😭). I really like it. It’s pretty different from Aru Shah writing-style wise but it’s very enjoyable and I love Laila with all my heart

[thedragonagelesbian]

one day it's going to click for kyr that there are people in his life who trust him not because of the tightrope wire he's garroted around his own neck but because of simple decency & kindness that does not need to be earned, and he'll realize he can trust himself (and others with similar struggles with monstrosity) too... but U N T I L T H E N

[dreamriordanverseunboxings]

General mystery items/collections ideas for my dream Riordanverse unboxings

Weapons

Pins (and an armory themed pinboard or hanging)

Charms to go along with their hiding place (like a charm at the end of a pen for riptide or on a rune pendant for Jack/Sumarbrandr or on a bracelet for Serwa’s blade)

Stickers (and an armory themed sticker book)

Pens

Gods

Playing cards - 14 god cards for each pantheon to correspond with 2-10, J, Q, K, A and a joker/trickster card. And ideally similar gods would be in similar places, so Zeus and Odin might both be kings. Collecting four pantheons would allow you to play any regular 1 deck card game, but maybe having pantheons from similar areas (Greece and Rome, Mayan and Native American, Egyptian and Ghanaian, etc) be the same color would allow for mixing and matching or games where two decks are used, like five crowns. Or could play games like UNO. I once made a game like this for a camp I taught, so this one is close to my heart.

Trading cards with stats for a mythomagic type game across the pantheons

Pins (characters, or cabin sets representing each, or chariot or car, or train car representing them and their power)

Stationary set with quotes

Themed socks (this might be the part of me that wanted to make sock monkeys for each camp halfblood cabin)

Dice sets (Artemis dice on tic tok was doing a Norse mythology one as I was reading Magnus Chase)

Monsters/Enemies

Lenticular cards (many of them morph somehow with the mist)

Trading cards with stats for a mythomagic type game across the pantheons

Stickers! Or magnets/pins.

Tshirts of locations they work (monster donut!)

Plushies

Replicas

Coins (golden drachma, Mayan death/jaguar coin, etc)

Quest items

Prints

Blueprints of important locations

Maps

Family photos/friend or quest group photos in family portrait mode

‘Photos’ from locations or moments between combat

Menus from food places

Report cards or detention slips

Wanted posters

Scrapbook pages (to go with the prints, make your own demigod scrapbook - my inner middle schooler would have gone nuts to use this as a way to do a book reports - note to self, reading notebooks with book report type prompts!)

Lists of chapter titles

Demigods

Wanted poster pins or sticker sets

Pins with themes

Stickers with themes (I saw an awesome sticker set that had what each quest member had packed for a quest)

Famous quotes on bookmarks

Famous quotes as stickers

Detention slip notepads

Their own playing cards or trading cards with stats

Camps/training locations

Tshirts (beyond the usual camp halfblood/Jupiter, I also enjoy seeing the ones like Delphi strawberry farms!)

Lanyards

Maps

Other wearables, like backpacks/hats

Beads for a growing beaded necklace collection

Important locations/realms

Stickers and a 9-realms passport sticker book!

Fairy doors

Keys

Potions or potion ingredients

Runes as stickers (decorated with their meaning somehow)

Puzzles

Mugs or cups

[sleep-can-wait]

The Stars Below Us - College AU Part 2

Ok, so I know I promised to do the vending machine part in Aru's POV but her brain was dead and she didn't really know what she was doing then, so I decided to instead fast-forward to confession time, which is months later.

-----

Aru's POV:

Aru panted, inhaling sharp, cold air that made her lungs sting.

"Whose idea was it to climb Stone Mountain again?" She gasped. Aiden, who was bent over next to her, trying to catch his breath, glared at her.

"Pretty sure it was you, Shah. Didn't you say you wanted to go somewhere special and tell me something?" Aru felt her face burn. Tonight was the night she planned on confessing about her crush to him.

So she decided to take Aiden to the one place where they could see the stars in Atlanta. But what if he said no? She slapped her cheeks.

Get a grip, Shah. It doesn't matter what he says, this will be good for your state of mind. You can grow a beard when he rejects you and move to a different country. Plus your mental insanity could decrease and you might even stop talking to yourself. Aru huffed.

"Whatever." Then a sly look entered her eyes and she smirked. "Race you to the top! Last one there gets to be Brynne's taste-testing guinea pig!" Then she took off and ran up the mountain like her life depended on it; because it did.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Aiden raced after her, camera swinging near his hip. Aru could practically smell the top of the mountain, she could certainly see it. However, she could also see that Aiden was gaining on her.

Just ten more steps! She squeezed her eyes shut, adrenaline pumping through her veins, as she lunged and threw herself at the make-believe finish line. Aiden was five seconds too late.

"And I win! Beat it, snob." She cheered. Aiden rolled his eyes and flopped down next to Aru, who lay on the grass, looking ridiculous, but still grinning triumphantly.

"You cheated and you know it, troll. You had a big head start." Aiden complained, looking disgruntled, but he didn’t sound mad.

"Whatever floats your boat, Wifey." He made a rude gesture at her, then started fiddling with Shadowfax. They lay on the grass on top of Stone Mountain, not saying anything and ignoring the weird looks people gave them. Both were lost in thought. When Aru finally sat up, however, she gasped in dismay.

"Where are the stars?" The sky was completely devoid and looked like a black expanse of nothing. Now what was she supposed to do? She had a whole speech planned and everything, and the monologue mostly included the keyword 'stars'. Wait. What were the words again? Aru started panicking when she realized she had forgotten her entire speech.

"Shah?" Aiden asked softly, looking at her in concern as she covered her face with her hands.

"The thing I was supposed to tell you.... no, never mind. I dragged you all the way up here so we could look at the stars, I know how much you love scenic views. It was a really hard climb, but they said it's worth it when you see the bejeweled night sky. But it was all for nothing."

"But there are stars here."

"What?" Aiden stood up and helped Aru do the same, before walking towards the edge of the mountain with the other in tow.

"Look." He pointed down, and Aru saw what he was pointing at. The city lights twinkled like thousands upon thousands of stars, glowing like scattered gems. Her breath hitched and she turned towards Aiden, who was smiling and already taking pictures. So there really were stars below the night sky.

Aru leaned forward on the railing, letting the cold from the metal seep into her and ground her. She took a deep breath in, then let it out. She was going to confess, right here, right now. Fuck the speech she had spent hours on through blood, sweat, and tears. She would do this the typical Aru Shah way.

She opened her mouth, then quickly shut it. Nope, nope, nope. No way was she gonna tell Aiden she liked him. She didn't want to move to another continent, the ice cream here was to die for. Not to mention her mom would kill her.

Just when she was about to make an excuse and vamoose, Aiden turned to her. And in his eyes, Aru saw there were more stars out there than the ones in the sky and lighting up the city.

"You know, with you, every day is so strange and random. Like today, I planned on sitting back and relaxing until you came and challenged me to a last-minute hike. I find myself doing things I usually never do." Aru swallowed.

"Oh. Do you- do you dislike it?" Aiden thought for a moment.

"No." Aru took her time calming her mind and burying her negative thoughts, before sighing and blowing a strand of her hair out of her face.

"Well, I guess it's the same for me. Around you, every day becomes weird and bizarre and extraordinary and mystifying and every synonym in between. But I like those weird days. So, do you want to continue having weird days with me?" She asked, smiling despite her internal conflict.

Aiden looked at her in surprise, mouth opening slightly, causing Aru to laugh gently. "If you need a translation: I'm asking if you want to go out with me?" Welp, now you've done it. Time to skedaddle. She clenched her hands, ready to run to the nearest train that would get her off this planet when Aiden's stunned expression morphed into a gorgeous smile.

"Yes."

"... Uh?" Aiden chuckled softly at Aru's flabbergasted look.

"Yes, I would like to go out with you." She laughed in exhilaration and slight confusion.

"I hope you know what you are getting into," Aiden smirked, looking just as thrilled as Aru, before reaching over and squeezing her hand.

"I don't. But I can't wait to find out. Besides, isn't that what dating's about?" This earned another breathless laugh from Aru.

"Wise words, Wifey. You are learning how to smooth talk from the best, after all."

"Sure, whatever floats your boat, Shah." Aru scowled.

"Oh, shut up." Regardless, she didn't let go of his hand.

-----

Again, let me know what you all think, and if I should do a part 3! Constructive criticism is welcome. And yes I think Aru will be the one to get down on one knee. This story was rushed so maybe not the best, plus I suck at confessions.

[baguettes-and-biscuits]

What book are you currently reading? How are you liking it? What book are you going to read next?

i'm reading aru shah and the city of gold in my free time (except for the fact that i'm in a reading slump) and for school i'm reading aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe! i love both so much. after i finish city of gold i'm reading aru shah and the nectar of immortality :D

[bberry005]

but what if the sleeper lived?

what if kara never drove her trident through his heart? what if he got the chance to talk to krithika and aru?

amends were made, but not well enough. it was a quick patch up on the battlefield, just enough to convince the gods and other pandavas that it would be okay for him to stay in atlanta with aru and her mom instead of being banished, imprisoned, or killed.

it's hard. aru refuses to look at him for days. she pretends like he's not there, despite his best efforts to try and make his way into her life. it isn't easy for krithika either. she tries her hardest to see the man she saw before, but she also sees the man who tormented her daughter for years. suddenly, she's not so sure she can let him back into their lives.

one day, aru snaps. it's a typical afternoon, sunny with the slow rush of patrons downstairs. she comes into the apartment, aiden in tow, only to find what she thought was going to be an empty apartment instead had the sleeper at the kitchen table. she can't backtrack, but with aiden here she can't ignore him either. she gives the sleeper a nod. just a single nod.

then he starts to ask questions. he tries to talk to aiden. aiden obviously doesn't want to be in this situation. the sleeper is the reason he went heartless, was dragged through a war, and lost his life. he doesn't want to see the sleeper as aru's dad. he wants to see the sleeper as an enemy.

aru sees this discomfort, makes every move to keep them moving towards her room so they can ignore the sleeper and watch a movie or something. the sleeper tries some dad move of like "no boys in your room." and aru just looses it.

she screams. yells at him that he can't try and be some sort of parent because he was gone her entire life. he lead to the death of the boy she loves, the nightmares she and her sisters have almost every single night. he's the reason they were all child soldiers, even if his intentions were pure at the start.

and then she leaves.

[cecelovegood]

Absolutely living for the Aru Shah reference in Sal and Gabi Fix the Universe.

[spyskrapbook]

Friday Guest Tutors: Philip Christou & Conor Keappock _ London Metropolitan University _ BA Studio 05 _ Studio lead: Theodoros Thysiadis | Studio co-leads: Spyridon Kaprinis and Chris Smith _ 05.05.2023 “Our Friday guest tutors were Philip Christou, Emeritus professor of Architectural Design at LMU and UEL and co-director of the Architecture Research Unit, one the most influential design practices internationally, and Conor Keappock, a trained architect and a leading member of the regeneration team at Walthamstow with similar posts held in the borough of Hackney.”

“UG Architecture Studio 05: Existing/Proposed: Making the most of what is there already”

https://www.londonmet.ac.uk/schools/art-architecture-and-design/studios/2022/undergraduate-architecture/ugarchitecturestudio-05/ Photos by Spyridon Kaprinis [05.05.2023].

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (27)

A New Toy

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

The Babysitter Master list | General Master List

Chapter 27- W/c 8.2k This chapter contains 18+ smut

Tag list- @natsluttt @cerberus-spectre @dorabledewdroop @bibliophilicbi @hopelesslyfallenninlove @simpform1lfs @get-the-fuck-outta-here @natashaswife4125 @marvelwomen-simp @supercorpstan97 @aliherreraaa @aru-son @the-ox-fan20 (Comment if you want to be added)

A New Toy

A soft sigh left her lips as her foot kicked the door closed, her body leaning against it as her green eyes were hidden, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Wanda's body relaxed against the door, the knowledge of a night without the boys something she wouldn't dare admit she was looking forward to even though she was. Yes, she loved the boys with her entire heart but, since the four of you returned home after the amazing trip away all those weeks ago, life had been non stop.

Work for the older woman was stressful, everything seemingly having piled up while she was away for the few days, leaving her an absolute mess to deal with and work overtime at the office, you being left to watch the twins until she would come home exhausted. The past few weeks were tiring, draining, and she was in dire need of a peaceful night with you, something to help her unwind.

Life, however, was also being cruel to you, your A Levels having started a couple weeks ago when Wanda had to be whisked away to the office nonstop, your body hunched over a desk for the majority of the day trying to revise your hardest for your exams, wanting to do your best to get into Shield University as that was your number one choice, them wanting the highest grades possible though.

When her eyes gently fluttered open, Wanda noted how quiet it was without the twins, who were seeming to grow irritated at how busy everyone else was, not being given the same amount of attention as usual, and guiltily smiled a little. It was quiet for once. No crazed noises, no inappropriate sounds, no excited or annoyed screams. Nothing.

Her brows furrowed at how quiet it was, you having promised to wait downstairs with a film ready when she had returned from dropping the boys off at Scott and Hope's house for a sleepover, her feet naturally guiding her towards the living room.

A blanket was scattered across the seat however there was nobody to occupy the seat, Wanda's smile fading a little. The older woman then ventured to the kitchen, her smile fading completely when she saw the plate of food she left out for you was still on the countertop, stone cold as it hadn't been touched, her body swiftly turning upon realising where you must have been.

Her feet carried her up the stairs with determination, knowing that she would have to physically drag you away from that desk to get you to relax, hoping to prey on your weaknesses and help you do something other than revising.

"Detka," she hummed out softly once she entered her room, able to see your figure slouched over the desk, hand resting on one of your hands as your brows furrowed, the older woman practically able to hear the cogs turning in your mind, your pen tapping against the wood in a slow tune. When you didn't respond, still lost in thought, Wanda moved towards your body, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, head resting on your shoulder. "Detka," she whispers into your ear, gaining your attention.

"Hmm?" You say, still not completely with her as you stare at the practice question in front of you. It was as if you were possessed by the piece of paper, unable to tear your gaze away from it.

"You need to have a break," she murmurs, her hands drifting across your body in a comforting and soothing way, trying to ease the tension that was building within your muscles from the awkward positions you had been sitting in all day.

"I'm fine," you mutter, not trying to be rude, just trying to focus on the work. You needed to pass this test with the best score you could possibly achieve, having felt like the last two papers in Psychology hadn't gone well. If you were going to go to one of the best universities, you needed the best grades. If you didn't get the best grades, you weren't going to get into the university. If you didn't get into the university, people would be disappointed in you. If you-

"Detka, you haven't eaten since breakfast and I bet you haven't had a break at all today," she says, forcing the spinning chair around so you were facing her, your eyes tired and clearly exhausted. "You need to stop for tonight alright? If you keep trying to force it in your mind, it won't stay in." You looked at the floor slightly embarrassed, she was right. You weren't going to be able to remember anything if you carried on like this. You were just wasting time and energy.

"I need to know it all by Monday though," you mutter, still stressing about it despite her logical point, her face softening while her hands cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks. You gaze into her enticing green, losing yourself momentarily in the various shades of them and the way love and care swirl in them, delicately entwined with one another.

"That gives you all of tomorrow and Sunday to revise then," she whispers, trying to get you to think properly about it instead of draining yourself like this. She understood your worry though, she knew how much you wanted to get into Shield Uni. "With breaks," she adds in a light-hearted tone to ease the mood, the corner of your lips tugging up a little at the soft smile that breaks out onto her face. "There's that smile I love," she whispers and your cheeks instantly flush red at that, your mouth parting and closing, unsure of how to function after her affectionate words.

Instead, you pull her body towards you, standing between your legs as you hug her middle, pressing your face against her soft jumper. You relaxed when one of her hands threaded through your hair, scratching your scalp to have your body practically melting against her, almost lulling you to sleep.

"Come on Detka," she says, your eyes reluctantly fluttering open as she moves her body away from yours, a small pout sneaking onto your lips as the physical touch is lost. You watch her walk towards the ensuite, the sound of water running gently sounding around the room before she appears at the door frame, watching your confused expression. You look back at the unfinished sixteen marker, part of your mind wanting to finish it, to carry on revising but the other half telling you to go to Wanda.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you push yourself off the chair, casually strolling up to her as she kneels by the side of the bathtub, her hand feeling the water to check the temperature.

"We're going to have a bath," she says, a playful smile engraved on her face, standing up again and snaking her arms around your body, pulling you flush against her. "We both need something to relax," she says and you only suddenly realise how stressful the last few weeks must have been for her, the realisation evident in your eyes as she presses a finger against your lips to shush you. "Don't go down that spiral," she whispers softly, knowing your thoughts could venture down a negative route. "Get in Detka while it's warm, I'll be with you in a minute," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It'sso soft, it's addictive and you wish it lasted forever. The stress of the last few weeks seemed to immediately vanish as soon as her soft, plump lips met yours, even for the briefest of moments, warmth bubbling inside you. You didn't want her to part from the kiss, wanting to feel them press against yours again, and again, the action seemingly needed to live. She was all you needed to live.

"Where did you go?" she whispers teasingly when she parts from the kiss, noticing how your eyes are still closed, a blissed out expression on your face as you open your eyes, meeting her gaze.

"I love you," you whisper, her cheeks tinting pink at the sheer amount of emotion behind your tone, the care and love that wrapped around each syllable as you ignore her question but say something far more important. She laughs a little softly, shyly, not used to hearing you say the words in such an adoring tone, her lips meeting yours once more, luring you back into that intoxicated state.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs, matching your tone, her getting lost in your eyes for a moment before her voice becomes playful, "Now get in the tub."

You can't help the wide smile that breaks onto your face as you kiss her, a heart-warming chuckle leaving you as she lets out her angelic laugh, begrudgingly moving away from you and towards the door.

Once she's left, you waste no time in stripping your clothes, leaving them folded on the toilet seat lid before slowly getting into the tub, a sound of relief escaping you at the warmth encasing your body. The warmth of the water and the tranquil atmosphere quickly caused your muscles to relax, your body going limp against the white tub as your mind slowed, trying to clear it and truly enjoy the peace and quiet. Your hands gently moved within the water, creating small ripples that were only just visible, hidden by the various bubbles that were littered about the tub.

Your eyes only opened when the sound of the door closing caught your attention, fluttering open while your head turned over your shoulder, a smile taking over your face, eyes lighting up at the woman and the treat in her hands. She purposely took her time in travelling the short distance from the door to where you were, building your anticipation up as she bent over to press a kiss to your forehead, her hand passing the bowl to you, her lips lingering before pulling back.

Your eyes flickered down to the collection of cut up fruit in the bowl, your stomach craving something to eat, fingers wrapping around half a strawberry as the older woman pulled away from you completely. You turned your head once again to look at her, mouth frozen open, strawberry placed against your tongue, as you watched her strip, unable to tear your gaze away from her beauty.

Her arms elegantly pulled her jumper over her head, her shirt rising up at the action and exposing some soft, irresistible skin, her eyes watching you with amusement as your hand remained holding the piece of food in your mouth. She takes her time pulling her shirt over her head, teasingly pulling it higher and higher until it was finally off her, revealing her simple black bra. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker down to her chest, breasts practically spilling out of the cups when she leaned forwards while shrugging her jeans down, showing off her long, slender legs.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, voice a little raspy as she unclasps her bra and slides her panties down, leaving her fully naked as she nears the tub, motioning for you to move forwards. It takes a minute to function properly, quickly eating the fruit that was in your hand and moving far enough forward for her to slide her body in behind yours.

Her arms quickly wrap around your middle, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin, the heat of the water earlier incomparable to the heat building between your thighs as she pulls you flush against her body, her breasts pressing into the back of you.

A soft and low sigh spills from her lips, fingers tracing random patterns into your skin as you focus on trying to breathe normally, the proximity and lack of clothes seemingly too much for your brain to handle.

"I was wondering Detka," she slowly whispers, your hands moving to interlock with hers, "If we could have a little chat about something, nothing bad."

Curiosity washes over you, turning your head to look at her, ready to see a questioning look in her eyes but only being met with desire.

"Sure, what's it about?" you whisper back, lacking the composure you wanted as your voice wavers, gaze lowering to her lips before snapping back up to the enticing green.

"Do you remember what I said to you that night on the deck, after everyone had left us alone?" your cheeks turn a bright red as her words were engraved in your mind.

I can't wait to fill you with a strap one day.

To take you from behind, having you begging me to come.

"Yes," you sigh out and the desperation can be heard in your voice as you imagine where this conversation was going.

"Good," she murmurs softly, claiming your lips briefly as she couldn't hold back, your submissive state working her up effortlessly. "I was wondering if we could talk about more things we want to try out during sex?"

You nod a little shyly, your body craving her touch but also desperate to hear where her words were going, wanting to hear the possible additions to your sex life.

"I'm going to name something and I want you to tell me whether it's something you want to try, are willingly to try or don't want to try," she speaks gently but with all the control needed, subtly showing of her dominance in another way as your mind is running too far with fantasies. "Answer me honestly Detka, I don't want you to say something because you think I'll like it."

"I won't," you whisper back to assure her that you'll be truthful.

"What do you think of strap ons?" she asks, despite knowing your answer.

Lewd images of her taking you with the toy filter through your mind, a wave of arousal washing through you at the idea of her pounding into you.

"I definitely want to try that," you murmur and it's so needy. You don't even try to hide it.

Wanda merely smirks at your reaction before pressing another kiss to your lips before you turn back around, leaning back against her body as the awkward angle was hurting your back.

"Choking?" She asks while moving her arms back around your body, gliding up and down the skin making it extremely hard to think. She was curious to know as you'd often hinted towards it but never fully said anything. You nodded in response, scared your words would fail you, causing Wanda to speak up, "I need words Detka."

"I want you to..." you trail off with your words, growing nervous at saying it, a low and sultry chuckle escaping her.

"You want me to do what?" she sighs out almost condescendingly in your ear, knowing exactly what you want her to do. To further tease you, she even raises one of her hands, letting it settle on the base of your neck, causing a groan to escape you at the pressure she applies.

"I want you to choke me," you whisper out after what feels like a lifetime of building up the courage, Wanda kissing the side of your cheek and smiling against you,

"Good girl," she praises, removing her hand and returning to tracing random patterns across your skin.

You can feel your heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, anticipation and want clawing at your mind as you let her roam her hands around your body, desperately wishing they would just travel that little bit lower.

"Spanking?" she husks out, voice low while her accent wrapped around her words delicately, your breathing becoming a little heavy as a noise of pure desperation leaves you.

"Yes," you sigh out, closing your eyes and leaning further against her body, watching the images of her bending you over and spanking you entering your mind over and over again.

"Where would you want it?" she murmurs, smirking as she places another kiss to your cheek, her hand trailing lower, "Here?" she teasingly askes, cupping your core, causing a low, sensual moan to escape you. "Or here?" her hands travel around your body towards your ass, a whine leaving you when she moved her fingers away from where you wanted her.

"Both," you whisper, your hands going to hold onto the side of the tub, knuckles bleeding white as she just continues to tease and taunt you.

"Yeah?" she hums out, the vibrations tickling your cheek as she places another kiss to your skin, smirking when she hears how your breath hitches. She then moves her mouth to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at her low breaths, "Do you want me to be rougher with you?" she husks out and fuck you were done for.

"Wanda," you whine and you don't hold back with how desperate you were, the noise earning a teasing chuckle to escape the older woman. She places a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, nothing but want swirling around in your eyes as they darken.

"Answer my question Detka," she whispers, purposely moving her lips closer to ghost yours, your mouth parting as shaky breaths leave you at the proximity.

"Please," is all you can muster, your hips pushing back subtly against her body, her hands moving back to your waist to hold you in place.

"Please," she murmurs back, mocking your tone of voice with a smirk, a hint of humiliation washing through you at how needy you must sound, arousal still pooling between your thighs though. "Answer me Detka, I won't ask again," she revels in the power she holds over you, watching how your face conveys the pure desire you feel for her.

At her words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing, a low groan escaping you before you manage to get the words out, "Please be rough with me, treat me how you want, please."

Her lips meet yours softly, hushing your pitiful sounds as you crave to feel her digits stretching you out, doing whatever she pleased with you. You lose yourself to the thought of her as her lips claim yours again and again, her tongue pushing past your lips and seeking entrance, dominating the whole kiss effortlessly.

Only when air was necessary did she pull back, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her enticing green darkened with lust, your eyes taking a little longer to open as you had to come back to reality after being kissed senseless.

"Do you have any other ideas of things you want to try out?" she mutters against your lips, connecting them again briefly before gaining some sort of self control, her eyes unable to be torn away from your lips though.

Your cheeks flush red at her asking you, a sudden wave of shyness taking over you, especially with the way she was gazing at you like she wanted to eat you alive.

"Oh Detka," she coos, chuckling a little at how your cheeks tinted even redder at her slightly condescending tone, "Don't get all shy now. Come on Dorogaya, tell me what you want," the way her accent perfectly wrapped around her last words, the slight rasp added to her voice, you were almost compelled to answer her.

"I want you..." you trail off, losing yourself within the various shades of green before continuing, "I want you to tie me up," her lips tug upwards into a smirk, her teeth then biting on her lower lip as various lewd thoughts enter her mind.

"I'd love to tie you up Detka," she rasps out, her mind still flickering through endless scenarios, "To have you squirming under me," she adds, voice lower to tease you.

"Fuck," you mutter, your skin burning as her nails scratch into your lower abdomen softly, dragging down until her hands were at your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little.

"Anything else Detka?" she asks, as if she weren't driving you insane.

"I-" your words are cut off by her hands sliding even closer to your core, your head moving to hide at the crook of her neck as, if she carried on looking at you like that, you were certain you were going to combust. "I want to try face-sitting," you mumble against her warm and slightly wet skin, the water in the bath a lot cooler than it was earlier.

"You want me to sit on your face Detka?" she teases and you groan against her at her tone and at how the pads of her fingers brush your clit. She chuckles at your reaction before whispering lowly, "I'm sure that can be arranged Dorogaya."

Her free hand guides you away from the safety of her neck, bringing you in for a passionate kiss before sighing softly, "Now relax Detka, let me take care of you."

Her hand finally touches where you so desperately needed, her mouth swallowing all the needy whimpers and whines as the rest of the night blurred, pleasure taking over your body again and again, until you both eventually collapsed into the sheets together, wrapped in each other's arms.

***

Stepping out of the double doors, relief washed over you as the fresh air wrapped around you, the sun gently streaming down over all of the students leaving the hall. You had finished College. Your last exam was done and there was nothing keeping you in this place anymore, you were free to leave and never return.

"Y/n," Natasha calls as she comes out of the hall, wide smiles taking over both of your faces at having completed another level of education together, having finished primary, high school and now college as a duo. "We did it," she sighs out, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and walking with you to the gates, laughter spilling from both of you.

"We did it," you repeat, the past few weeks of stress disappearing as it was finally over, you didn't have to spend all day revising and being scolded for not having breaks.

The two of you went back to the café you had sat in so many times, taking your usual seats and ordering the same as always, you typically eating some of Natasha's muffin as it was 'tradition' as you claimed, her letting it go as you were both so happy to be done with this big step in your lives.

Maria soon joined you two, her last exam having finished later, and swiftly joined her girlfriend on her side of the booth. The blue eyes lit up at the smile on the redhead's face, sitting close to her body before her soft gaze turned to you, a hint of mischief flashing across her face.

"I'd look away if I were you Y/n," she says and your brows merely furrow before she crashes her lips to her girlfriend, both of them smiling into the kiss while you just chuckle at Maria's antics, biting your tongue to refrain from all the teasing comments at the slight blush painted across your best friend's face.

The only reason you didn't tease her is that her green soon met yours, a warning look presenting itself in them making you shut up, knowing she had plenty of things to tease you about to Wanda later.

The plan for later was that all of you were going to have a meal at Melina's house, her wanting to celebrate with her daughter and you before the redhead left for the celebration party a few others from your year were having, Maria going with her while you were keen to find out what this 'surprise' Wanda had planned was, her refusing to tell you anything about it.

Before you knew it, you were walking into Natasha's house with Maria, ready to chill out in the garden until Wanda showed up and Melina called for food. You were going to go for your designated spot in the garden but the seat was occupied by a certain fluff ball, your face softening at the adorable brown eyes staring up at you, the way her tongue dangled out of her mouth as Fanny panted.

"Come on Fanny, we can share it," you mutter, trying to compromise with the dog as she happily stole your seat, Natasha chuckling with Maria who watched you attempt to persuade the dog to move. You scratched her head, your fingers running through her soft fur easily while trying to coax her out of your position, giving up entirely when she rolled over onto her back instead, wanting her belly to be rubbed instead. You couldn't help but laugh with the others as Fanny had been victorious, sitting on the floor in front of the seat and letting your hands play with her fur, casually petting her.

When Yelena eventually joined you, she couldn't help but tease you about your position, simply rolling your eyes at the blonde who, despite her words, joined you on the floor, her hand joining yours and stroking the soft fur that belongs to Fanny. You bickered playfully with Yelena, her purposely saying things to disagree with your statements, bumping against your shoulder to further annoy you playfully.

"You're only saying all of this to annoy me," you say laughing, shaking your head at the blonde with a smile engraved all over your face. "You can't possibly think American football is better than football."

"I can and I will," she says, not backing down, "Soccer isn't better than American football." Your jaw drops in shock at her blasphemous words, a sound of pure confusion leaving you.

"You- You don't even kick it in American football," you explain, a little passionately as football, in your eyes, was far better than the American sport and was definitely not called soccer. Yelena merely smirks at how determined you are to change her mind, staring at her with a firm stare until you get your point across. You explained to her many reasons as to why you believed you were right, Natasha and Maria being your backup as you asked for their opinions, Yelena still being that annoying amount of stubborn, still smiling at you. You were about to say more but the sound of angelic laughter interrupted your sentence, your gaze flickering over to the patio door where Wanda stood talking to Melina.

You snapped back to the conversation after a teasing comment from Yelena, who seemed incessant in annoying you today, only stopping the conversation when Wanda and Melena joined you, Alexie inside watching some old documentary about Russia.

"What are you girls talking-" Melina tries to ask, your gaze focussed on Wanda who walks closer to you, somehow managing to get Fanny to move and taking the seat behind you, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head and murmuring a gentle hello, your cheeks tinting red as Natasha and Maria both speak up at the same time.

"Don't," they both rush out, not wanting you to go on another little tangent about the whole topic, Yelena merely chuckling to herself at how you refrain yourself from speaking about it again. Instead, you stand up from the dry grass and sit next to Wanda, her arm subtly wrapping around your waist as you sit together.

Melina comes out occasionally to talk to Wanda, who's free hand pets the fluffy figure besides her, before leaving to check the food, the older woman remaining quiet and enjoying just listening to you talk with your friends, smiling at the nonsense and random things you would talk about. Her interest peaks when Natasha's smile turns mischievous, the redhead trying to reveal embarrassing stories about you to which you practically jump out of your seat to shut your best friend up. You attempts were to no avail as she reveals a humiliating tale, your cheeks flushed as you go back to sit next to Wanda who laughs softly at the story.

"So you're not only scared of chickens, but geese too?" she teases and you simply groan at her tone, Natasha unable to contain her laughter as she remembers the day. "Maybe you should just avoid birds Detka," she murmurs and you glare at Natasha who's still laughing.

"It wasn't my fault," you mutter, "I was just canoeing and minding my own business, there was no need for it to squawk at me and get pissed off." You remember the event clearly, you and Natasha sharing a canoe on a residential trip, your paddle going a little too close towards a goose for it's liking, a small scream leaving you as you practically jumped out of your skin when it loudly squawked at you and tried to swim after you two, Natasha unbothered as she was too busy laughing at you at the back of the canoe, fearing for your life as the animal chased after you both.

You were saved by Melina who called saying food was ready, all of you moving towards the dining room to eat. Wanda was sat to your side, her hand resting on your thigh when she was casually resting it, your gaze often flickering to the older woman during the delicious meal, your mind wandering to what the surprise later could possibly be. You admired her side profile, scanning over features while Melina tried to speak to you, your attention fixated on the goddess of a woman next to you.

"Y/n," Melina calls your name louder to get your attention, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment before answering her question in a shy tone, Wanda failing to hide her small smirk from you as she peers over at you.

The rest of dinner breezed by, you managing to not embarrass yourself anymore while everyone digested, Natasha and Maria deciding to leave soon as well as you and Wanda. 

Wanda thanked Melina, wrapping the woman in a brief hug before softly murmuring to you that she'd be in the car waiting for you as you said goodbye to the others, you smiling at her and watching as she leaves the house, eyes flickering down momentarily to watch her hips before snapping back up once remembering where you were. Melina made no comment if she saw your line of sight, bringing you closer for a hug which confused you a little as she would never let this many people hug her within a short space of time. The action soon made sense when she spoke up,

"He'd be so proud of you," she whispers in a caring tone, smiling at the older woman who just looks at you with a reminiscent look. You've grown so much in her eyes, and she was so grateful to Wanda for helping you find yourself again. "Now go and enjoy the rest of you night," she says before letting you leave, you laughing at the way she then seems to berate Yelena in Russian for doing something as you walked down the path, her saying goodbye once more when you reached the car.

***

"Are you going to tell me what my surprise is yet?" you ask Wanda, tilting your head to watch her as she drives you back to the empty house. The twins were currently at Vision's as part of the divorce agreement was that he got to see them once a month, the man having picked them up from school which was why Wanda was able to come over for dinner at the Romanoff's residence. She chuckles as she steers around the corner at your excited tone, her gaze flickering over to yours briefly before returning her gaze to the road.

"And why would I do that Detka?" She hums out, "It wouldn't be a surprise then," you can see the way the corner of her lips tug upwards, a small, subtle smirk etched onto her face as she continues to take you both home.

"I'll act surprised," you say playfully, your attempt at convincing her pitiful as she laughs softly once again. "Please just tell me," you say when she doesn't respond, just continuing to drive, occasionally looking over at you.

"You're just going to have to be patient Detka," she says calmly, your gaze looking out of the window to see you were nearly back home, only a couple of minutes away.

"You're just teasing now," you mutter while sitting back in your seat more comfortably, watching the scenery pass by. A low chuckle gains your attention, turning your gaze instantly to the alluring woman.

"Oh Dorogaya, if you think this is teasing you're in for a shock tonight," she rasps out, pulling up into the large driveway and swiftly securing the car, her gaze turning to you with a dangerous and predatory look in them. Your mind shortcuts at the way she seems to seduce you with just her eyes, arousal quickly pooling between your thighs as she leans closer to you, her mouth ghosting yours. Your eyes start to flutter close, ready to feel her lips against yours but nothing happens, your brows furrowing as you hear her car door opening. "Come on Detka, don't you want your surprise?" she teases, your hand rushing to unclasp your seatbelt as you rush after her, her hands turning the key and opening the front door.

As soon as you step into the house, your back meets the door roughly, her lips pressing against yours fervently as her body pins you against the hard surface, a moan escaping you. Her hands glide down your sides, resting on your hips as she slides her leg between your thighs, a low groan leaving your lips at the feeling of her pressed against your core, your mind blurred with arousal and pleasure.

Wanda effortlessly slides her tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the amount of hunger and desperation you both seem to pour into it, her pulling back briefly before biting down softly on your lower lip and dragging it back, releasing it and staring into your significantly darker eyes. Your lips are slightly stained by her faint lipstick and your pupils are blown with lust as you pant for breath against the door, her hands moving your hips a little to grind against her leg, a smirk tugging at her lips at how you loll your head back, baring your neck for her to mark.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she purrs against the column of your throat while letting her mouth roam the warm skin, her lips placing hot, open-mouth kisses at the sensitive part of your neck to hear soft moans spilling from your lips. "Such a good girl doing so well in your exams," her low tone mixed with the praise causes heat to flood throughout your body, glad she was pinned against you otherwise your legs would have certainly given in. "I think you deserve a reward, don't you Detka?" She trails kisses up along your neck, then your jaw, ending her words with her mouth ghosting yours, inviting you to chase them. When you do, she cruelly pulls back, revelling in the power she holds over you as you desperately wish to feel her lips against yours.

"Yes," you sigh out, moaning when she finally gives you what she wants, crashing her lips back to yours with even more passion behind it. The kiss turns messy but you don't care, it's hot, it's desperate and it's everything you've ever wanted.

You moan in surprise when she moves her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you away from the door, your legs wrapping around her middle as she takes you to your room, your lips refusing to part for a moment.

"Wanda, please," you plead when she lowers you onto the soft mattress, your legs keeping her firmly pressed against your body, fingers tangling into her auburn locks as she kisses you senseless, your body craving her touch.

"Patience Detka," she rasps out, moving to press a sensual kiss to the underside of your jaw, smirking against the skin as you try to buck your hips upwards against her body, trying to ease the incessant throb between your legs. You could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs, needing to ease the heat building there as you clenched around nothing, wanting to feel her inside you. "Don't you want to know what your surprise is?" she murmurs against your lips, noticing how to reluctantly still your hips, your eyes conveying the pure desperation for her touch.

"I do but I need you Wanda," you sigh out, the older woman biting her lip at your submissive tone, arousal clouding her mind as she gazes into your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want soon, I promise Detka," she murmurs, her hands slowly travelling down your body until they reach the hem of your shirt, her eyes holding your excited gaze, "As for now, are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

"Yes," you whisper out as that's all you could muster, coherent thoughts swiftly leaving your mind as she lowers her mouth to the shell of your ear.

"I want you to strip for me Detka," she rasps out, accent delicately wrapped around her words, "Then I want you to wait patiently for me, no touching yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes," you say again, being obedient and listening to her, your mind processing what she said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get your surprise ready," she says, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips, "I won't be long." She swiftly climbs off your body and going into the bathroom, your brows furrowed but anticipation flowing through you as you do as she asked, stripping out of all your clothes and waiting on the bed, trying to listen to what she was doing in the other room. Your hands stay by your sides but you have a sudden urge to relieve yourself of the warmth that's settled at your core, your legs squeezing together.

Luckily for you, Wanda doesn't take much longer, opening the door to reveal herself in a new set of lingerie, the black lace perfectly accentuating her chest, your eyes flickering down her perfect body and freezing when you see what else she's wearing. A harness is wrapped around her lower half as a strap on is fitted against it, a low groan escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Please come here," you whisper, desperation dripping from your voice as she climbs back over your body, connecting your lips softly and halting your desperation.

"Remember you can use your safe words at anytime," she reminds in a caring voice, nodding against her quickly before she lets the kiss turn hungry, her hands roaming your expose skin, wasting no time in moving them to cup your breasts, teasingly ghosting her fingers over your nipples as you grind your hips up.

A broken moan is torn out of your throat at the feeling of grinding against the black toy, your needy noises being swallowed by the older woman.

"Wanda, please make me come," you beg, and you frankly don't care at how pathetic you must sound, your eyes pleading with her to give you what you want.

"You can beg better than that Detka," she teases in a low tone, adding to the burning heat inside your body as you need her to do something more. "Show me how much you want it," you moan lewdly into the kiss at her dominant voice, your hands moving to her back, needing to hold onto something.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me, Wanda, I need you so bad, I-" She interrupts your begging with a rough kiss, unable to hold back herself, her hand lowering to your core. Your head is thrown back against the soft mattress when she effortlessly slides a finger inside you, your eyes gazing into hers as soft moans spill from your lips as she curls it beautifully inside you.

"I need to stretch you out Detka," she says, answering your silent question and fuck those words shouldn't be as hot as they were. You clench around her finger, a sinful noise being torn out of you when she adds another finger, steadily pumping them into you. "Fuck Detka," she groans when you clench around her harder, her amazed at how warm and wet you were for her. "You're so wet for me," she rasps out, groaning when your nails dig into her back a little as your hips move against her hands, pleasure coursing through your body with every thrust of her fingers.

"Wanda," you sigh out in almost a chant, moaning her name over and over again as you near your orgasm, body buzzing with pleasure as her lips claim yours over and over again, mind intoxicated with the thought of her. "I'm so close, please," you moan out in between heated kisses, Wanda pressing an apologetic kiss to your lips as she slides her fingers out of you, denying you the relief of your orgasm.

A frustrated and pitiful noise leaves your throat at being left on edge, your protests quickly ending when she moves her fingers to your lips, motioning for you to clean them. You let her slide her finger into your mouth, groaning against her digit at the taste of yourself before you swirl your tongue around it, watching how her eyes darken, almost lost in arousal as she admires the sight of you under her.

She seems to snap herself out of her daze, sliding her fingers out and moving the toy to your core, breath hitching at the feeling of it pressed against your clit. She moves her hips forwards, grinding it against you earning a low, guttural moan, while coating the toy in your arousal.

"Are you ready Detka?" she whispers softly, moving the tip of the toy to your entrance, waiting for your consent.

"Yes," you sigh out, a little nervous at the initial part but comforted by the feeling of her lips pressing against yours as she guides the toy into you slowly. You moan as she stretches you out perfectly, the toy reaching spots you didn't even know existed as she slowly drags her hips back before pushing it back in, starting a slow, steady pace as you adjust to the size of it.

"You look so pretty stretched around my cock Detka," she husks out causing you to clench around the toy, a whimper escaping you as she starts to move her hips further out, thrusting the toy deeper inside you.

Soon enough, your nails are scratching down her back as she snaps her hips into you, the slow and steady pace gone as she pounds the toy into you, earning moan after moan as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Lewd noises fill the room as she thrusts into you over and over again, a choked moan ripped out of you when she moves her hand to the back of your thigh, moving it slightly higher and letting the toy slide even deeper inside you, her hips powerful as she fucks you senseless.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out as she snaps her hips into somehow even harder, your orgasm swiftly approaching as the toy hits all the right spots inside of you.

"You love being my little slut, don't you Detka?" she pants out against you, letting her forehead rest against yours as her hips are relentless, pleasure and euphoria flooding through you when she hits a certain spot inside you, your vision blurring with how turned on you were.

"Yes," you almost scream as you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately crave. "Yours, your slut," you sigh out, throwing your head back against the mattress again as your hands hold onto Wanda, mind focussing on the feeling of the toy sliding in and out of you mercilessly.

"Mine," she mutters out, letting her mouth pepper kisses against any part of skin she could.

"Please can I come," you plead her, eyes opening to meet her lust filled green, begging her to let you.

"Come all over my cock Detka," she groans against your lips, connecting them and swallowing the scream that leaves your lips as pleasure crashes through your entire body, legs shaking as they wrap around her waist, keeping her close as you grind against the toy, riding out your aftershocks.

You sigh against her lips when your body trembles a little less with the overwhelming amount of pleasure, her chuckling against your lips at your blissed out expression.

"I'm not finished with you yet Detka," she murmurs, "Roll over."

"Fuck," is all you can say as her hands move to your hips, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach before pulling your hips up to easily slide the toy into you.

She starts off slow, letting you adjust to the new position, revelling in all the noises that spill out of your lips. The noises mixed with the sight of you, hands gripping the sheets and hips moving back against her causes something inside Wanda to snap.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back into you, a scream of her name reverberating around the room as she fucks you at a brutal pace, indulging in her wants as the base of the toy brushes her clit with each powerful thrust of her hips.

You can't do anything but let your mouth part into an 'o' shape, letting noise after noise spill carelessly from your lips as your body buzzed with pleasure, her hands pulling your hips back to reach even further inside you.

"Detka," she groans, the toy brushing perfectly against her clit, "You're such a good girl, taking me so well," she pants out, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm nears, her pace still merciless though.

"Wanda," the tone of your voice only spurs her on to fuck you harder, her hips slamming the toy harder into you as her hand wraps around you middle, pulling you up into kneeling position. Her mouth moves to your ear, letting you hear her ragged breaths, sending heat straight to your core.

"I'm so close Detka," she sighs out, moving her fingers down your body, letting her index finger gently circle your clit, your hips bucking back against hers. "I want you to come with me," she groans, your hips pushing back against hers and causing the base of the toy to rub against her just how she wanted.

With her words, her fingers, and the toy inside you, your quickly on edge of another powerful orgasm, your head leaning back against her body as you tilt it to the side, connecting your lips.

"I'm going to come," you whimper out when she ruts her hips against you, her mouth messily meeting yours as she moans into the kiss, both of you crashing head first into your orgasms. Her hips stutter against you as she continues to thrust into you a little slower, your legs shaking as she holds your body upright, not letting you fall onto the mattress. She gently lowers you down, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, slipping the toy out of you and pressing her body into you, peppering your shoulders in kisses as you press your face into the sheet.

"I've got you Detka," she whispers, moving the two of you around so she could pull your body against her, wrapping her arm around you. "I'm so proud of you, you did so well for me," she praises in a soft and loving tone, more comforting words gently falling from her lips to coax you back to reality as you bury your face against her neck, trying to regulate your breathing.

"I can't feel my legs," is the first thing you quietly whisper, her angelic laugh returning as she places a kiss to the top of your head.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to have hurt you.

"No," you say with no hesitation, pulling back with tired eyes to look at her. "I loved it," you confess, causing her to smile before softly kissing you once more, unable to stop herself.

"Me too," she whispers, letting a comfortable silence take over the room for a bit before ushering you to go to the bathroom and clean up with her. You're reluctant to do so but, when she wraps her arms around you and murmurs sweet words in your ear the entire time, you listen, letting her clean you up and the toy before letting you both return to bed, your body clinging to hers as you cuddle against her, exhaustion creeping up on you both.

Your head rests against her bare chest, a smile engraved on your face at the idea of using her chest as your pillow, arm securely wrapped around her waist while her fingers play with the end of your hair.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs, voice quiet to keep the tranquil atmosphere as you slowly drift to sleep on her, her fingers moving to scratch your scalp softly and lull you to sleep.

"I love you too," you whisper, voice barely audible as you drift off to sleep in her gentle embrace. 

[volturiprincess]

Hello can you write about getting into a relationship with volturi guard? How is that process would be like? Thank you💗

Getting into a relationship with them (HC)

A/N: Sorry it took a while to get out 😅. Hope you like it 💙 (I noticed a certain familiar name for the GIF of Alec😁)

Felix:

You know that phrase “Right time, right place”?

Well you were in the middle of your Junior abroad trip in Barcelona, when you decided instead of going to the beach like your peers were you headed to the library called “Biblioteca Publica Arus” 

You were skimming through the bookcases not really paying attention to anything but the books when you bumped into something, well more like someone 

About to apologize you were caught off guard by how tall he was, mouth was hanging slightly open and eyes widen kind of deal

How the fuck can he be so tall….and so handsome!? Wait? Red Eyes???

“Ay perdón, no estaba prestando atención a lo que me rodeaba.” (Omg sorry, I was not paying attention to my surroundings)

Not expecting him to have such an irresistible deep voice with an accent that left you feeling weak in the knees he answer “No te preocupes hermosa, debería ser yo quien te diga lo siento, claramente estás en tu área de interés y te interrumpí.” (“Don't worry beautiful, I should be the one saying sorry to you, your clearly in your area of interest and I disrupted you”) and he finished that off with a wink

That wink had your mind going in an overload of emotions

You guys introduce yourselves and he took you out for Crema Catalana 

He didn't eat any which you found odd but none of that mattered when you were with him

There was just something about him that made you feel so attracted to him, it's an indescribable feeling but all you knew is you wanted to be with him forever 

He was absolutely a sweetheart with you, held the doors open for you, would listen to you when you would ramble about your studies and your hometown, he also shared about his life and said he was just passing through 

It was like that for a couple of week when you have time off from your studies until you had to go back to your university, you feel for him hard 

He offered you to come with him back to Italy and you could go to a school that is nearby, all expenses paid and you would get to live with him 

You would be crazy not to take the offer so you did

Now skip to a year, obviously you know about him being a Vampire and have meet the other guards, but you have never felt so happy 

He told you about the mate bond (which made so much sense now), and your changed date was set after you graduate 

If you never went to that library who knew if you would of ever meet your hunk of a mate 

Demetri:

It was feeding time for the Volturi, and you happened to be one of the unfortunate souls so be part of the group 

You can't be blamed with this, you got convinced to take this tour by a beautiful goddess who could probably convince you to do anything if she wanted 

So here you were admiring the interior design on this ancient castle, you were a sucker for this type of architecture 

The tour ‘ended’ in a throne-like room, it was gorgeous in there, but wait…is that a drain? Or two? Why are we surrounded by what you can describe as beautiful beings who are too beautiful to be humans?

Oh shit! Am I going to die? This is what I get for following my love for women and exquisite architecture mindlessly 

As if on cue the beautiful beings around the room come at the group and you witness so much blood and screams 

Vampires!? Soon after that realization you spot one stalking towards you like a predator does to a prey, he’s beautiful with his brown locks and burgundy eyes maintaining his eyes on you 

Before he even gets to you, you feel someone grab you and pull against their chest with covering your mouth, you try to fight but you hear a husky seductive voice whisper into your ear “Relax gorgeous face, i'm not going to let you get hurt, trust me”

He took you to a room and said he will be back later 

He came back and oh dear gosh he is beautiful

He revealed his identity and why he saved you 

From that day your destiny was to live with Demetri and one day become a Vampire like him

Of course it took you a while to get used to be with everyone else but with time you grew close to them 

You later found out the one who was about to drain you dry that fateful day was Alec (he of course apologize, but you always kept an eye on him)

With Demetri it took you a solid 2 weeks when you gave him a kiss, he was patient with you and he wanted you to make the moves or waited for you to give him permission to do other things 

He was easy to be around, you guys would talk about anything, and he would take you out to the most romantic or cutest dates, there was no inbetween

The relationship just happened to become so natural, almost like you knew each other since forever 

Alec:

Boy oh boy are you for a ride 

You happen to meet to be a witness for the Cullens for the whole ‘immortal child’ fiasco, you knew Carlisle since he was turned so you were really good friends

When the Volturi arrived, you got a weird feeling, your initial thought was a bit of fear and panic when you saw the whole coven but then it quickly turned to “Mate!?”

You looked at each member trying to identify who it was until you saw him

Oh gosh, of course it had to be one of the infamous intimidating twins 

He is breathtaking, and those eyes, they were your favorite color, burgundy

Just the thought makes you want to run your hands through his dark locks, wtf are these thoughts, well you did just find your mate so it's not your fault 

As if he knew someone was looking at him, his gaze snapped to you 

The eye contact was filled with tension and what you can tell as yearning

He quickly looked away and you also 

When the whole drama was finished and Marcus confirmed the bond, you ended up going with the Volturi back to Italy 

But this is the interesting part, he avoided you for a while 

Like you tried to approach him but he would vanish, Jane would just give you the death glare, and frankly you do not want to feel her wrath 

Marcus was the one who basically ‘locked’ you guys in a room and that is where hell broke loose 

Harsh words were said, venom in eyes, but then he said “I do not mind you, I think I can get used to having you as a mate, but friends first “ which you agreed with

And soon a beautiful friendship was created 

Took almost a year of building up his trust and Jane’s 

He was the who showed affection first, he held your hand one time in a meeting with the kings 

And then you guys had your first kiss on your first date in the gardens 

Then the rest is history 

Jane:

She’s a tough cookie 

She meet you when you were brought in by Felix and Demetri to the Kings 

You were brought in for the reason of your ability, you were able use an invisible hand that can hold your victim in place, you could even crush them if you wanted to (You could imagine the excitement in Aro’s eyes when he heard about your ability)

A bit like the Alec’s encounter, you two made eye contact and the intensity was so strong 

But even if Marcus confirmed your mate bond, she wanted no sort of relationship with you, heck the looks she would give you left you scared for your life 

Obviously you do not fear her, but what she can do left you always on high alert 

You gave her space, not wanting to force this bond, and not wanting to anger her either 

She didn't speak a word to you for 5 months, when she did it was simply “I was reading that book” (it was about flowers)

You responded with a simple “oh i'm sorry my little death flower”

The look she gave you was unexpected, her eyes widened slightly and her mouth opened slightly basically this was her reaction: 👁️👄👁️

Same with Alec, it took a year from that day for her to be with you

You were the one to make a move, when you were both reading her hand was in reach and you held it, her head snap to you but you focused on the book, you only squeezed her hand but she did not pull away or anything on the contrary she scooted slightly closer to you 

There was another time she laid her head on your shoulder suddenly but you didn't say anything 

Until when you asked her out to a date and well that was the best decision you ever made 

You took her out on ‘picnic date’, which only involved blood with wine

The sun was already setting and you both turned to each other and leaned in and shared a kiss, the bond from there only got stronger since then 

[lexsnotdead]

i bought a pathfinder campaign book just to read 2 pages of info about arueshalae, so here's some stuff i found interesting

* all art and screenshots here are taken from the pathfinder adventure path book "demon's heresy" by jim groves

• not including desna's butterfly on her chest in the game art is a huge L. just look how cute she is

• part of her backstory - i'm not well-versed enough in pathfinder universe lore to analyze the connection sarenrae could have had to desna's decision to spare arueshalae, but it's still quite interesting. also, does that mean that arue dared to dream before being noticed by desna??? the wording here is curious

awwww

• her stats are insane

• she still has an altered version of her profane gift

redeemed arueshalae can quite literally kiss it better. that would have been incredibly op in the game, so i understand the decision not to add it, but how fucking cool is that. healing sex yay

• her redemption is dependent on penance system, and it heavily favors the aid from good-aligned characters and followers of desna

her path is quite fragile, too.

• she struggles with prejudice and distrust from crusaders even after her redemption

• the woman fought her inner demons so hard she became a magnet for will-o'-wisps. lol

[keithkog]

Intro post, took me this long huh?

Hello, my name is Keith Kogane. I am the former paladin of the red and black lions. I am 26, and a bit older than actually documented due to the quantum abyss. I am in a relationship with Lance McClain, who is the former pilot of the blue lion. I have a wolf, Kosmo, who is my best friend for life (but still hasn’t told me his actual name). I recently have adopted a Maine Coon cat named Arus with Lance.

This blog is mainly for me to post random thoughts and anecdotes, similar to journal entries, about my life.

Feel free to ask questions, my ask box is always open and welcoming, though if they are uncomfortable/too confusing for me I may not answer.

-Keith

This blog is based on canon, and will attempt to adhere to it. Events after Voltron: Legendary Defender are based on headcanon. This is a solo roleplay blog, other blogs roleplaying within the same universe will not be responded to. This is to prevent inconsistencies, and I'm not associated with any other roleplay blogs. This is my only roleplay blog and I am dedicated to it. Keithkog on Tumblr is not related to anyone outside of Tumblr with the username Keithkog.

Account is run by an 18 year old male who’s been a fan since 2018. If you want to send out of character asks I recommend sending them to my main ( @frostyblustar ) though it is not required to be given an answer.

Thank you all for your support :D It is wildly appreciated.

[dreamriordanverseunboxings]

Story time - I’ve been watching Harry Potter themed mystery box uboxings for awhile. However, I no longer want to support Harry Potter and she-who-must-not-be-named.

So I decided to see what other books or fandoms have inspired that kind of content, and… nothing quite to the extent that the wizarding universe has (superheroes have some fun things, but not the same level of creativity in theme boxes!). But you know what has super rich world building AND upcoming live action projects? Percy Jackson’s world and the worlds of the Rick Riordan Presents line.

I also recently learned more about the insane world of funko pops and Disney pin trading/mystery pins. And I discovered the joy of stickers.

Now, after at least three years of this idea bouncing around my head, I’m finally writing some of my dream Riordan-verse unboxing items down 😅

This is all fictional, if I have particular inspirations I’ll link them. This is also helping me make it through my pile of unread books, so I’m probably going to be starting with more of the Presents titles.

[permetutotheworld]

hi my name is Nyx, I use they/she pronouns, I’m an asexual lesbian, I’m autistic+adhd,

and I’m a minor (please don’t be creepy I’ve already had two people message me being weird and sexual)

I write a lot of poetry and I’m writing a book at the moment based off of the idea of multiple universes existing at a time, I sing and I love performing, specifically musical theatre

I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS!! I write poetry mostly for them but microfics tooo, for good omens, the marauders, percy jackson, les mis and any TJ Klune books that ive read, just pop a prompt into my inbox and ill do my best to get jt to you as fast as i can <3

my fandoms are : Les Mis, good omens, pjo, marauders, hunger games, aru shah, marvel, doctor who

my favourite music: queen, Maisie peters, the last dinner party, the crane wives, Taylor Swift, Florence and the machine, rene Rapp, Chappell roan, David Bowie, blondie, boygenius, most musicals

favourite books: house in the cerulean sea, under the whispering door, in the lives of puppets (all by TJ Klune)

my tags:

Nyx yaps: my silly little commentary on anything that happens to me

nyx vents: my life low-key sucks quite a lot at time so I vent a bit but I make sure to trigger warning everything triggering

nyx writes: I write silly little poems and stories that I post sometimes

Please dni if you’re queerphobic or discriminate against minorities in general, if you support trump or other dickwads like him or if you’re just going to be mean

also I do struggle a lot with mental health so I probably will randomly disappear or vent but I’ll make sure to trigger warning everything

I also have a James potter rp account which you can check out too!! @prongsie-rambles

i also have a nico di angelo one at @nico-sees-dead-people which is really cool too!!

if you like my blog you should check out my amazing mutuals whom I love and adore:

@xenocollector LES MIS RAAA

@sauntering-vaguelydownward literally so sweet ilysm/platonically

@marylily-my-beloved love you Fatimah omg

@cheekyboybeth very purple coded person and very cool also so genuinely lovely

@theoristswan5683 literally so nice omg they have the loveliest vibes 😭

@ashstillalive Amazing writer amazing person will happily beta read for you anytime

@mae-occasionally-reads so sweet so lovely so cool so glad we’re mutuals love you so much/platonic vibes only MY BEST FRIEND

@definitionoffuckup very cool individual

@rafaelthesilly I KNOW YOU IN REAL LIFE POOKIE YOURE THE BEST LESBIAN BUDDIE MY AMAZING SPOUSE ILYSM (platonically)

@ineffable-ezra I have more octopus facts for you!!!!!!!

@garden-of-runar the coolest person alive still can’t believe you followed me back

@ravenwordss literally so sweet love you/pl

@pyromaniacbibliophile my spouse bc we are married

@cossie-fauchelevant the one and only cosette to my enjolras <3

@delinda24601 SHES SO COOL MY IRL BUS BESTIE LOVE HER TO BITS I FOUNDED HER FAN CLUB SHES SO SUPER COOL GUYS 🩷🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶