#a royal queue

“Gods, your c^ck is delicious,” Rose told Alastair, winking at the individual in the corner watching them, unbeknownst to Alastair. She stroked him until he was leaking a bit, then took her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean of his juices. “I could focus on just that,” she cooed, stroking him more as he panted and moaned.

Open to: anyone 21+, any gender identity Plot: First son of Henry VIII & Anne Boleyn, younger half-brother to Lady/Princess Mary and Princess Elizabeth….and Crown Prince. He is meeting your muse for the first time and had decided flirting would be a good idea.

@spiosraidh // Ardra xx Eleanor // breeding for an heir

“You? You and I are going to have fun,” the faux blonde told Bob, grinning mischievously up at him. “Fun that makes us happy and gets us out of the tower,” Aislin added, beaming at her new friend. She offered her hand to take, to make him feel secure — and to allow her to absorb any overwhelming emotions he started to feel. Empaths, they were a blast. She’d be having mood swings just for Bob not to release The Void or Sentry. Granted, she already had bipolar disorder type II herself, so it wasn’t fully his fault.

they had a few meetups since the gala, spending their time with one another. there was no need for the masks in each other's presence any longer. it wasn't about glamor nor the festivities of the ball. this was about real connection. the sheer luck that her sister had been a supporter of their cause; he was not her enemy. the two of them were free to fraternize as they pleased. no secrets to be had about their relationship.

❝  you should be careful with how you word that, i might get the wrong impression. ❞ he said with a half - laugh, unable to shake the feeling that it was a confession of sorts. their interactions had been chaste so far. not taking the opportunity to go farther than a bit of hand - holding - the awkward tension between them was daunting. he wished to display more affection to a woman like her. knowing that there was no consequence to be had. the fear of mixed signals being his only barrier. he didn't want to mistake her kindness for romantic emotions. though, her words had come out like a confession - letting him know that she had felt the same towards him. he warned her; the only way that he could, not wanting her to make a mistake

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Aislin hadn’t meant romantic attraction, but rather that she enjoyed Bucky’s company and felt safe with him. She generally was wary of men, having had bad experiences with creeps hitting on her and such. There was comfort around him that she only felt with male relatives and her best friend.

“I’m sorry —, I meant in that I’ve been worried about you. You isolate so much,” Aislin frowned, “I understand being an introvert, but you need some companionship,” she told him, reaching up and putting her hand on his bicep reassuringly. There was an underlying sensual tension between the two of them, but Aislin was admittedly oblivious to it. Comfort was friendship, right? Not romantic feelings? She couldn’t parse them apart easily.

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anne boleyn

you are anne boleyn, a member of the powerful howard faction, and henry viii’s second wife. you are a double threat: pretty And clever. people love to be around you as conversation always flows so easily with you, and you always have a witty comment hidden up your sleeve. you love to gossip and often have people wrapped around your little finger. some people may think you are quite cold, but the safety and happiness of your family and friends are your top priorities.