ive noticed that show kaz in shadow and bone has a lot of oil paintings of nude women and such in his rooms and office. it's a different turn from the book, and im curious as to why this detail was added- I think it's because he collects them to potentially resell them? Are they DeKappels? I'd love to know what the rest of you think.
Summary: You had no idea it was meant to feel good...
Smut!
The ceremony had been lovely, the reception had lasted into the early hours of the morning, and through it all, Nikolai hadn’t left your side once. Nikolai Lantsov, your new husband, the man you’d fallen hard and fast for, the man who had proved his love and devotion to you dozens of times over. Your marriage was a love match, a true fairy tale: you, the daughter of a Count, presented to court to make a good marriage, had caught the eye of the King, sealing your and your family’s positions forevermore.
And you loved him, oh, how you loved him! Of course you’d have said yes to his proposal, what fool would reject marriage to a King? But when Nikolai asked for your hand, you said yes not because of the rise in station, not because of the boon it would grant your family, but because you were irrevocably in love with Nikolai Lantsov. And now you were Queen, elevated above all others, but you would have said “yes” if he were a simple farmer.
Your husband kept your hand clasped in his as he led you from the ballroom, a giddy smile on his face. When the two of you were sequestered in your chambers, Nikolai pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, your body pressed flush to his. “I love you,” he said against your lips. “My Y/N, my Queen, my bride, I love you.” It was all you could do to remain upright as he kissed you, dizzy from his affections.
As Nikolai’s hands traveled to the lacings of your gown, you began to feel warm, and when his lips tracked down to your jaw and neck, you felt your stomach twist. All Saints, please don’t let me be sick on my wedding night, you thought. You were an educated lady, you knew what was to happen tonight, but that didn’t mean you weren’t nervous. And the advice your mother had given you had been… less than helpful.
“You must lie back and endure it,” she’d said. “But do not worry. Your Nikolai is a good man, I do not think he will drag it out longer than he must.” Her words filled your head, but you did your best to focus on the man in your arms, the man who was kissing his way down your neck and tugging at your dress. “Can I take this off, lovely?” Nikolai asked, and you whispered a “yes.”
Your gown soon laid on the floor in a heap of golden silk and tulle, and Nikolai groaned at the sight before him. You’d been dressed in a sheer slip beneath your wedding dress, your body plainly visible beneath. “Saints, look at you,” your husband said, raking his gaze over you. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” You felt your face flush, and Nikolai hurriedly stripped himself. When he was naked, he took you in his arms once more, gently leading you to the bed.
He continued to kiss you, and the odd warm, tingling feeling in your belly continued to grow. “Can I touch you?” Nikolai asked, and you nodded. It was expected of you, that’s what your mother had said, it will be over soon. Your husband trailed a hand down your side, and it felt like fire was left in the wake of his hand. His lips were still on your neck, and slowly, Nikolai brought a hand between your legs. When his fingers made contact, you let out a moan, a shuddering, breathy moan, and your eyes went wide.
“W-what was that?” Immediately, Nikolai pulled away, looking at you with slight confusion. “What was what, darling?” “That feeling? What was that?” “When I touched you?” “Yes!” You were breathing hard, but your husband saw that you weren’t aroused, no, you were frightened. Clearly, you’d been misinformed about tonight, or worse, not informed at all. Nikolai rose from the bed and retrieved a dressing gown–his dressing gown–and draped it over your shoulders, sitting at your side and covering himself with the sheets.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” he said, reaching out to take your hand. “What…did anyone tell you what would happen tonight?” Nikolai knew that your family held more conservative views, that you likely hadn’t been taught what sex was until just before your wedding, and he needed to be absolutely certain of what you knew. You shook your head. “No…well, not really.” He squeezed your hand, encouraging you to continue.
“Most of what I know about sex, I taught myself. I snuck into my father’s library and found books on anatomy. My mother certainly never told me anything. I know what sex is, and I know that it's how women have children, but when my mother pulled me aside tonight, she told me…” You hesitated, and Nikolai squeezed your hand again. “She told me that I must ‘lie back and endure it’. That you’re a good man and won’t drag it out. But Nikolai, when you kissed me, when you touched me, I felt…Saints, I felt hot, and when you touched me…there, it felt…”
You were blushing fiercely, and your husband leaned to kiss your cheek. “Did it feel good, darling?” he asked, and you nodded. “It’s supposed to, my love. Sex, making love, it’s supposed to feel good. Yes, it’s primary purpose is to have children, but people do it because it’s enjoyable.” When you looked at your husband, your brows were raised. “It is?” “Yes, sweet love, it is. And, if you want me to, I will show you just how good a man can make his wife feel.”
For a moment you were silent, and Nikolai didn’t press. “When I felt warm earlier…” “You were aroused, my love. And that’s perfectly normal.” Rather than say anything, you rose to your knees and pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want you to show me,” you whispered, letting his dressing gown slide from your shoulders. “You do?” “Yes. I trust you, Nikolai.” Your husband smiled and deepened the kiss, gently pushing you back to lay down.
“If you want to stop, just tell me,” he whispered, and resumed his kissing down your body. The warm, tingly feeling was back, but you let it wash over you, knowing it was your beloved causing it. “I don’t want you holding back those pretty noises,” Nikolai said, coming to lie at your side, one arm around you. “Let me hear you.” This time, when he touched you, you didn’t bite back the moan that left your lips, and Nikolai smiled.
“That’s it, lovely,” he praised, gently rubbing at your clit. “Just feel it.” In mere minutes, you were breathless, and Nikolai was kissing you, whispering praises of your beauty against your skin. “I’m going to put my fingers inside you,” he said. “Tell me if anything hurts.” You nodded, and your husband slowly pressed a finger into you, thrusting it shallowly. After several minutes, he added a second, and when he bent his fingers, you let out a loud moan, bucking your hips against his palm.
“There it is,” he said, lowering his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Pure bliss filled your body, pleasure that you’d never imagined, and soon, that pleasure was building into a wave that demanded to crest. “Nikolai,” you panted. “Nikolai, I… Saints, I–” “Shh, I know, honey. Just let it happen. Come for me.” His words were punctuated with a press of his fingers against your clit, and the wave crested. You were moaning your husband’s name, your eyes rolling back in your head, and when you opened them, he was smiling softly at you.
“Did that feel good, angel?” You nodded, and Nikolai slowly withdrew his fingers from your body and moved to kneel between your still spread legs. His cock was hard and aching, and your eyes went wide. “It won’t hurt for too long,” he vowed. “And just for a moment. Do you want to keep going?” “Yes,” you breathed, reaching out for him. “Nikolai, please, I need you.”
Your husband chuckled as he took himself in hand, aligning the head of his cock with your cunt. “It’s alright, darling. You don’t have to beg. Not this time, anyway.” Nikolai pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead as he slowly entered you, pausing when you whimpered. “I know, darling, I’m sorry. It won’t hurt like this every time, just the first time, I promise.” You nodded, keeping your eyes on his hazel ones, focusing on the love there.
Slowly, Nikolai pressed forward until he was completely within you, and he let out a shaking breath. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, and you tilted your chin to kiss him. When you were ready, he began thrusting gently, keeping his motions slow and shallow, not wanting to overwhelm you. “Nikolai,” you sighed, threading your hands through his hair. “Nikolai, I…” “Tell me, sweetheart.”
“It feels so good!” He couldn’t help the smug pride that washed over him; he was the only man who had ever, who would ever, make you feel this way. “I know, Y/N, I can feel you squeezing around me.” Your husband sped up, just a bit, pulling a bit further out of you with each thrust. He kept one hand cupping your cheek, the other trailing over your body, squeezing your breasts and kneading at your hips. When he rubbed your clit, you bucked against him, causing him to moan.
“I love you, Y/N,” Nikolai managed, already close. “I love you so much, my perfect wife.” His thrusts had sped up a bit more, but you felt no discomfort. No, you felt more pleasure than you ever could have imagined. “Nikolai, Kolya, I…I’m…” “I know, sweetheart. I’m close too. Come when you’re ready, darling.” It didn’t take much longer, and when you came with a cry of your husband’s name, that was more than enough to push him over the edge too.
Nikolai pulled out of you, making you whine, and rolled onto his side, tugging you greedily into his arms. “I love you,” he said, pulling the sheets over the two of you. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I–oh.” Your husband rolled over, reaching for something on his nightstand, and you furrowed a brow. “Here,” he said, handing you a corked vial. “Alkemi contraceptive. If you don’t want any little Lantsovs just yet.”
You laughed softly and drank the contraceptive, handing the empty vial to Nikolai. “Not quite yet,” you said, snuggling back into his arms. “As my Queen commands.” For a while, the two of you laid in silence, trading lazy kisses and soft smiles. “I had no idea,” you said after a few minutes. “That it could be so good.” Nikolai smiled, kissing you sweetly. “I will always make you feel good, my love. I have so much to show you.” The remainder of the night was spent with your darling husband showing you just how pleasurable love making should be, and when the servants entered to find their Queen seated on their King’s face, they kindly informed the rest of the staff to avoid the royal chambers for the day.
A/n: I don't think I've finished a request fast... Looks longingly at all the other drafts that are requests. Fuck.
Warnings: Kind of sexual at some points, injuries, mentions of death, I think that's it? You have been warned!
Request: Can I please request an soft, romantic oneshot of female!healer!reader and Matthias Helvar falling in love with each other, please? thank you so much!!
I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or its characters! I also do not own this gif!
Matthias had first meant her lying in bed.
He had been hurt and everyone was internally freaking out because the Fjerdan never showed any pain yet here he was lying on his death bed the screams of pain coming from his lips every now and then.
Blackness was looming over him, there was no light he couldn't feel Djel like he should have. Maybe his sins had lined up too high, or maybe Djel had abandoned him like Nina had. He didn't know what was going to happen, all he knew was that death was almost certain at this point, he could hear the wolves howling in the distance. They were coming for him - he was sure of it.
Something he didn't understand happened though. He was in the dark taking his last few breaths then a blinding light that must have been sent from Djel himself came barreling through the door kneeling right in front of him.
"Not today." The woman muttered as she hovers her hands over the top of his injury.
"I still need to get paid, so if you could you know - stay alive for me here that would be great." She grits her teeth together and suddenly the world is just light.
The only thing he can see through the blinding of the whiteness is her and her eyes telling - begging him to hold on for a little longer.
So he does.
Gasping for breath Matthias realizes there's no pain in his chest anymore, there's no blackness yet there's no overwhelming white either. There's only a soft glow at the end of his bed belonging to the woman he recognizes as the person who saved him.
"What happened?" He mumbles and his voice comes out groggy and part of him is ashamed that that's what he says when there's a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of his bed tending to his wounds. The other part of him wonders how he can be so bashful over a girl he's barely meant.
"You broke all your ribs so your chest was starting to disconnect when you were breathing. You're lucky I got there on time or else you would have been dead. You passed out after I healed you."
The healer doesn't move off his bed but closer actually and she moves so close she's levelheaded with him as Matthias sits up.
She brush's a piece of his blond hair away from his face and cups his cheek for a second and for a felting moment he's sure she was going to kiss him. But she pulls away before they can get any close and he's half glad because he was sure she could've probably heard how his breathing had how it speed up.
"Matthias." Finally he breaths out looking at the temptress with wide eyes.
The girl smiles and he stupidly puts up his head to be shaken but instead of taking it or laughing at him, she kisses him on the lips.
It's not for very long, it's very brief actually, and this is all crazy because he had just meant her (he doesn't even know her name!) Yet he can't get her eyes out of his head or the feeling of her lips against his and how he eagerly kissed her back.
She pulls away really fast but he still has time to commit everything to memory before she stands up leaving the doorway but stopping midway.
"Y/n, my name is Y/n."
He knew her name.
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Nothing happened entirely after that, Matthias and Y/n grew close and became quick friends.
Friends who sometimes kiss. The former Druskelle was pretty sure that friends didn't kiss, even in Kerch.
"Matthias I swear to your tree god if you don't put me down I'm going to rip you to shreds!" Y/n screams at him as he carries her trying to get the Slat on time before she dies.
"You are hurt." He says simply in retaliation, as the girl fumes and struggles to get out of his arms.
"I'm a healer!"
Matthias just rolls his eyes and bursts through the Slat doors with an injured and a very frustrated Y/n.
"You can't heal yourself completely Y/n I'm not stupid." He whispers down into her ear as he takes them up the stairs going in (unintentionally) his room.
She hurriedly gets out of his arms face red from embarrassment and starts working on her wound. They both stay there in silence for a bit before he starts to get bandages and ointments to help her heal the rest.
He hands them over to her and she staches them out of his arms not even looking at him. She doesn't say anything either as she winces when she places the ointment on what's left of the wound. She warps it up and the silence is still on like a broken switch that can't go back down. Wolves that are hurt but can't howl in fear of their abuser.
"How did you figure it out?" She whispers quietly as she finishes warping up her wound. It's barely audible but he hears it because he always notices when she says something. Matthias doesn't know if he's ever been so aware of someone before.
Because she is so much more than just a friend to him.
"In Fjerda we were trained to see the signs when a Grisha hadn't been trained at the little palace." He pauses for a second, wincing internally because it was easier to kill Grisha who weren't as well trained.
"Oh." She says looking down trying to hide her eyes from him.
"That doesn't mean I think any less of you though, you... Your power is strong most Grisha wouldn't be able to heal people entirely in seconds if they hadn't trained at the little palace."
She finally lifts her head up to meet his eyes and he swears she's a heartrender because he can't breathe.
But before he can even look for a second longer she's at the doorway opening the door to leave him. Again.
"Is that it? Is that all that you think of me?" She demands him to answer her with the tone that she's using, yet it doesn't remind him of Brum or any of that. It only reminds him of her.
*Flashback*
She shifted her body to face his and he shamefully looks away from the woman before him. Who was of course only wearing her undergarments?
"Kaz needs this for a job."
His head snaps back to look at her with fire in his eyes as her hands trail up and down his arms. He holds back a shiver and looks down at the serpent. He was her prey and she's ready to strike because he so memorized with her. Se must have bitten him with her poison because he wasn't backing down.
Fury fuels his veins at the thought of anyone touching her in that way. Probably he wouldn't get through the mission if he had to see it.
She places her hand around his neck and he's trying hard not to look at it because it wasn't proper but she was beautiful.
"Don't you have a job to get to?" He murmurs as he tries and to hold back his stare.
Her laughs rings out around them and her soft glow is back for a split second before it's gone in a snap.
Her other goes around to his back and she leans into his ear.
"Hold my waist." Her voice is commanding and he was addicted to her poison that made him do whatever she desired. And who could deny a strong woman that used that tone?
So he does and then she kisses him.
This isn't like their first time but it isn't their second time either. He has become accustomed to the way her lips felt against his own, yet he didn't ever want her to stop because every time it just got better.
She bites down on his lips before trailing her own down to his neck.
His breath comes out in pants as she trails further and further down till she's found his sweet spot.
"Vixen." He gasps as she bites down hard on his sweet spot before she gives him one gentle kiss before pulling away.
"I have a job to get to Helvar."
Then she's gone.
*Flashback over*
"No." He calls out to her.
"That's definitely not what I think of you."
This time he wraps his arms around her waist before leaning down to kiss her.
And this time it's him who kisses her and their lips shift together and move in sync before he pulls away. Both of them were breathless.
"I think of you as mine."
And she doesn't object to that.
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“My intentions were never to keep you in the dark for so long. You have to trust me when I say this.” He took both of your hands in his as you saw him plead.
...
He watched the second string snap and tears began to line your lower eyelashes. They did not spill until you blinked, but you wiped them away quickly. “I am being honest with you when I say I may have been hesitant with you at first, but as time passed things became different.
“You just want me to take your word for it? Why? How should I know that you trust me now?” you challenged.
“Because I care about you so deeply. Have I not made that clear?” He tried to reach you again when he cupped your cheek.
You accepted the gesture for a moment. It felt familiar and his hands around you were exactly where you wanted to be, more than anywhere in the world. You would have frozen time to stay as long as you could where you were, but that was not how the world functioned. You held onto the hand that he brought to your face and the general had thought that he had you back until he saw the look on your face.
