once upon a time,

time without his father was always difficult. growing up with only him around - or them going everywhere together, because petro feared for his son's life if he was to leave his side (when skylar was younger still) had caused for their bond to.. be strong. he loved his father & he wanted to support him at everything he did, even if that meant he had to endure weeks of him traveling.

which didn't happen often at all, or most times he'd take skylar with him. like this time. the travel to dele for the coronation wasn't a small feat. everybody would be there, which was why skylar had brought his most beautiful robes & clothes - approved by his father, of course. the ride had been long, but when they finally made it, he couldn't wait to explore the city together.

in such a good mood, he couldn't reject any requests his boy had for him. instead of stopping directly at their arrangements, they left the ride at the main rode of dele. instead of trying contact with his allies in the kingdom, he chuckled at skylar's eager stroll. instead of think about finding a way to reach the soon-to-be-king, he bought a beautiful piece of jewelry for his son.

songs could be written about the wickedness in his smile as he entered the room; rey wasn’t known as a hound for a stoic or calm demeanor. his feet were on fire, as was the rest of him, as he made his way to where he knew the object of his desire would be. “you’re sadly mistaken, m'lord.” his characteristic loose-fitting shirt was gone in his way, as were any other fabric that once touched his skin.

he offered no other explanation besides his cock standing free and proud, awaiting a glance of the source of its strength. though he doubted there was much that could be accomplished by sitting with your eyes closed, he didn’t want to truly disturb the lord; he leaned back against the cold door, burning skin against adamant steel. “i’m afraid your attention is immediately required.”

Ram recognized the voice behind him. The master of ships from Dele. For someone who largely remained out of royal court, the would-be king seemed to know a lot about Aladonian society, and the people who led them. He also knew enough about Rey from hearsay and the occasional encounter that he was not one to be shy, bursting in here with a braggadocios demeanor and demanding his attention. Truthfully, Ram found it attractive.

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  like  to  see  the  receiver  perform  the  action.  )

actions.

[ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair.

[ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey.

[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.

[ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.

[ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]:  sender  teasingly  strips  their  clothes.

[ STRIP ]:  sender  undresses  receiver.

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh.

[ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.

[ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.

[ CAR ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  car.

[ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.

[ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away.

[ EYES ]:  sender  makes  receiver  look  them  in  the  eyes.

[ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them.

[ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.

[ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.

[ CAMERA ]:  sender  records  receiver.

[ RECORD ]:  sender  is  recorded  by  receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender  puts  their  fingers  into  receivers  mouth.

[ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.

[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed.

dialogue.

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “

“ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

“ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “

“ you’re  really  good  at  that. “

“ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

“ tell  me  what  you  want. “

“ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “

“ i  love  teasing  you. “

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “

“ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “

“ get  on  your  knees. “

“ you’re  such  a  tease. “

“ tell  me  you’re  mine. “

“ i’m  yours. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

“ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “

“ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “

“ you  feel  so  good. “

“ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “

“ i  could  be  your  toy. “

“ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “

“ i’m  gonna  cum- “

“ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

Given that so many of the links on the last one are busted, here’s a present from me.  This’ll probably only last so long, so enjoy it while this one has all its GIFs.  Standard rules apply, pick a gif, send it to my ask box.  You can peek or just pick at random, just have fun with it.  As with all things, I do not own a single bit of this, I just collect.

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like he knew of most things about most people close to him, petro knew about tanio’s love for her garden. it was no secret, truly, if you paid the queen any mind. she’d spend hours tending to the nature around her, looking as beautiful as ever amongst the greenery, and it made him wish he had that sort of time. if he could add a few more hours to his busy days, he’d sit by the window and watch her, working unaware of his prying eyes.

so, if he wanted to have a conversation with her — and he surely did, given the recent events and their particular long, messy history — he knew where to find her. he didn’t have hours for leisure, but he gave himself a few moments to watch her before approaching. regal even when breaking sweat; majestic even kneed down in the dirt.

he prefers an imposing posture, but, with her title and their years of familiarity, there’s no use; he wears a small smile and lets his eyes wander through the natural beauty — before focusing on the royal beauty in front of him.

“well yes, by me as well as those flowers, my queen.” he’s looking down at her, and he wonders if that’s a sight his brother has enjoyed many times. probably; he’s even heard whispers of such enjoyment taking place in that very garden. mean-spirited whispers, of course.

“i do not wish to be a bother, my queen, but there are matters to be discussed. perhaps about-” the silence tells him they’re much alone, but he still lowers his tone. he, more than anyone else, knows the very ground will grow ears if someone pays it well enough. “the recently deceased king.”

Tanio always knew Petro to be something of a tough nut. Unlike his brother, so warm and mischievous, Petro carried himself with such a regal air about him that one would be mistaken for thinking he was the king. At the very least, he sure fucked like one…

“Oh, you would never be a bother to me, Petro… try as you might,” she teases. Very few people in Ondera (and Aladonia, for that matter) felt so bold or comfortable enough to throw barbs at Petro. Tanio wasn’t scared of him, though. If anything, she had a suspicious that she intimidated him.

Fidel had awoken feeling pain throughout his head and body. He should have known better than to have joined his younger brothers at the tavern that late at night. The thick heat of the Ondera summer didn't ease Fidel's waking. He sits himself up from his bed, his naked body barely covered by the sheets now laying across his bedroom floor. Fidel gets up from his bed, reaching high as he stretches and prepares for the day. He asks the servants stationed behind the doors about the day's duties. When Fidel fails to hear a response to his questions, he decides to walk out into the hall. The young prince looks around, hoping to find the rest of his missing retainer, but instead manages to find a rugged and handsome face belonging to his uncle.

"Uncle!" Fidel couldn't help but grow a smile across his face. He walks forward to give him a hug. "Forgive me. Had I known you were visiting, I would have worn less."

“fidel, morning.” he had stopped to ask a servant about the sleeping beauty when the naked, slender figure of his nephew walks out of the bedroom. he pretends it's not a mouth-watering sight, but something awakens beneath his garments when the boy's in his arms. he hopes it's noticiable, as he chuckles with the mention of less clothing.

Tanio always loved tending to a garden. It reminded her of her childhood, before she grew into the beautiful queen she was now. Planting gorgeous flowers with her mother, waiting for them to bloom… it taught her patience. Not to take anything for granted. That helped her out quite alright in the grand scheme of things.

It was her who pushed for the cultivation of the Queen’s Gardens; a large botanical conservatory open for all of Aladonia to see, free of charge. This undertaking brought Tanio into great esteem with her subjects. The Gardens were her legacy, and nobody could take that away from her.

(That being said, nobody needed to know how many times her husband ravished her in those flowers… not that she would be ashamed to admit it.)

When not in the castle, she could often be found tending to her greenery, and clearly someone knew this well enough for them to approach her right then and there, hands deep into the soil — wearing pretty little gloves, of course.

so, if he wanted to have a conversation with her — and he surely did, given the recent events and their particular long, messy history — he knew where to find her. he didn't have hours for leisure, but he gave himself a few moments to watch her before approaching. regal even when breaking sweat; majestic even kneed down in the dirt.

he prefers an imposing posture, but, with her title and their years of familiarity, there's no use; he wears a small smile and lets his eyes wander through the natural beauty — before focusing on the royal beauty in front of him.

“well yes, by me as well as those flowers, my queen.” he's looking down at her, and he wonders if that's a sight his brother has enjoyed many times. probably; he's even heard whispers of such enjoyment taking place in that very garden. mean-spirited whispers, of course.