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sysig · 7 months
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How long does it take to bind books like that?
It's very quick! Niennanir gives a brief rundown of about how long you should wait between construction and completion, but the overall process is very speedy! Quote:
"The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour."
Which is more or less true - depending on how long you spend setting up your pages in your word processor (it took me a few tries to get the margins set to where I wanted them, but once they're set, you're good for any future projects!), you really are going to be spending most of your time waiting for the glue to dry so you can go to the next step lol
Everything else is quite interactive, but in a gentle way which I really like :D I find proofreading and folding the pages calming, and scoring and folding the covers feels very cool >:3c
The only real advice I have to give is that yes, while you should wait for your pages to dry a little before putting on the second glue layer (and also if you wanna be fancy I'd suggest capping the ends as well! Not just the spine itself), you don't want to wait so long that it's gone hard - bubbles can form in between the pages which would normally be pressed by your weights, but if they're left to dry out in the open, your spine will be bubbly and wiggly! This can be hidden by the cover's spine, but it's still better for the overall construction for it to be flat and clean :)
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niennanir · 9 months
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Listen to your elders
So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.
So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.
But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?
In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.
Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download
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Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title: 
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No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.
Now you’re going to need some materials:  8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife
You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.
Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:
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use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.
Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.
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Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.
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You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.
Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour
In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock
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Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)
Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.
Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine
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Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.
Voila:
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I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.
The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.
If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders. 
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lyxandria · 3 months
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nsfw - mdni, jealous sex. rough sex, against a wall, no protection used, breeding kink, degradation, overstimulation, choking, afab reader, semi-public sex
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jealous!zhongli drags you out in hallway during the party, his long fingers encircling your wrist in a firm grip. what are you doing? you ask, rubbing your wrist, the pain a throbbing, dull ache.
jealous!zhongli kisses you roughly, his hands roaming down your body. you don't like this? he asks, his breath hot on your face before covering your mouth with his in a deep kiss, pushing his hips against yours, the outline of his cock stiff and erect.
jealous!zhongli spins you in his arms, pressing your chest against the cold wall. your breath hitching as he lifts the hem of your dress, the air cool against your bare, exposed skin. i should punish you for this alone. did you forget your panties at home? he smacks your ass, a large, pink handprint left as a souvenir, stinging your skin sans underwear. you like that, huh. such a naughty girl. you could have given any guy here a beautiful view if you bent at just the right angle, he said, giving your other ass cheek a hard stinging slap. 
jealous!zhongli wraps his fingers around the column of your neck, gently squeezing your throat. what do you think your punishment should be? your heart pounds in your chest, your mouth feels dry; you don't want to admit to yourself just how turned on you are by his words and actions.
jealous!zhongli slides his fingers between your legs. what if we're seen? your tight walls clench at nothingness, your body trembling with excitement at the prospect of being caught  in such a compromising position. you shouldn't have spoken to other men then. i was there. was i not enough to keep you company?
jealous!zhongli rubs his tip along your slit, not waiting for an answer from you, coating his length with your sweet nectar. sliding his shaft inside you, he slowly stretches you as he fills you with his thich length. “you're not wearing a…” 
jealous!zhongli lets out a snort of laughter. a condom? hmm…. do you wish I was wearing on? he stills his movements, enjoying watching you squirm on his thick cock knowing that you won't say no to him. he continues to tease you mercilessly, slowly dragging his cock all the way out and slamming back in. gonna fuck a baby in you tonight. he pressed hand on your belly, your core flooding with heat by his touch, his tone smug and boastful. need everyone who sees you, with your belly round and swollen, to know that you are mine. hands off.
jealous!zhongli fastens his mouth to the soft slope of your shoulder, leaving a trail of biting kisses in his wake, marking you as his. rapture rolls through your body as he drills his cock into you, deeper and deeper with each rough stroke. your mouth opens, wanting to moan, his cock splitting your body in two,  but no sounds come out.
jealous!zhongli wipes the tears rolling down your cheek with the pad of his thumb. what's wrong. you don't wanna get caught? please moan and cry as loud as you like, i beg you. let everyone at the party come and see who you belong to.
jealous!zhongli pounds your pussy so hard, it's impossible to stay quiet. you begged, you pleaded, you cried as you chase a climax just barely out of your reach. please. its too much…
jealous!zhongli shows no signs of stopping. you can take it, he says, roughly slamming his hips against yours. i know you like it rough. he slides his hand between your legs, twisting and teasing your clit, until your climax is in your grasp. you scream with pleasure as the first orgasm hit you, 
jealous!zhongli smiles a wicked smile as your cunt squeezes his cock, creaming all over him, covering him in your juices. what a naughty girl you are, cumming all over my cock where anyone can see you. his fingers dig into your hips, his nails breaking the delicate skin, pulling you towards him with every snap of his hips, his balls smacking your ass loudly.  i knew you'd get off on this.
jealous!zhongli glides his hand up your torso, resting where he feels the tip of his cock bulging through your insides. does it thrill you to know that  i’m this deep inside you? your walls squeeze his hard cock, needing him to fuck you stupid again. i'll let you cum a few more times, he promises, but when I blow my big load, there will be a baby in you. 
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hazbinwhoree · 1 month
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i’m inlove with the oneshot u did with the lucifer and adam
can you please do a smut of them sharing you or something? 😋
Sharing (is Caring)
A/N: Requests are reopened.
“What if we shared?” The question hung heavy in the air.
Both men turned to look at (Name). She looked between them a few times, her face red, before she shrugged. “Sharing is caring.”
“I go first, dibs,” Adam exclaimed.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “That’s not how a threesome works.” “I get to fuck her first.” “We should flip a coin for it!” “Nope, I called dibs. Dibs rule.” They bickered like siblings arguing over a toy. “Ugh, fine,” Lucifer conceded. They each grabbed one of (Name)’s hands and led her to Lucifer’s bed.
There was more than enough room for three people to be on it, and (Name) shimmied up to the headboard while Adam and Lucifer were busy taking off their clothes. They both left their boxers on, and climbed onto the bed, one on either side of (Name).
Adam, who was bad at sharing, immediately claimed her mouth with his. Lucifer let him for the sake of beginning to undress (Name). He ripped her shirt to get it off and she whined, irritated.
Lucifer didn’t care, moving to her pants and unbuttoning them before slowly tugging them down her legs. That left all of them in their underwear, but it didn’t last long, Lucifer hooking two fingers under (Name)’s panties and sliding them off.
He dragged two fingers through her wet folds and (Name) moaned softly into Adam’s mouth. Adam didn’t like that he wasn’t the one eliciting moans, so he reached for her chest, which he knew to be sensitive. He squeezed her tit before rolling her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Sure enough, (Name) moaned.
Adam smirked against her lips.
Lucifer rolled his eyes, and competitive as ever, slid two fingers into (Name) without warning. (Name) whined, her hips shifting. With his thumb, Lucifer rubbed at her clit. Adam left her mouth to begin sucking hickeys onto her neck.
Lucifer added a third finger, marvelling at how wet she already was.
The idea of being shared was really turning (Name) on. Adam’s hands massaged her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples, while he marked the column of her neck.
Boldly, Lucifer added a forth finger, and (Name) cried out, her back arching. Adam bit her.
Lucifer pumped his fingers in and out, making wet squelching noises that were absolutely unholy.
“I think she’s more than ready for us,” he told Adam. Adam released (Name)’s neck from between his teeth. “Yeah? Are you a little slut for us?” (Name) whimpered.
Lucifer pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean, making eye contact with (Name) while he did. She squeezed her thighs together before Adam was manhandling her onto her stomach, grabbing a pillow to prop up her hips. “Are you comfortable?” he asked. “Cause you’re gonna be here for a minute.”
(Name) nodded, biting her lip in anticipation. Adam and Lucifer switched positions, Lucifer kneeling at (Name)’s head while Adam settled between her legs. At the same time, they pulled their boxers down, releasing their dicks.
“Mine’s bigger,” Adam said. “Bullshit!” “Boys,” (Name) groaned. “Really?”
They refocused their attention on her, Adam dragging his dick up and down (Name)’s slit before aligning with her opening. Up at her head, Lucifer laid down on his stomach to become face to face with (Name). He kissed her, the taste of her juices still lingering on his tongue. He swallowed the moan she let out when Adam entered her.
Always impatient, Adam thrust in all at once, only giving her a moment to adjust to his size before he began thrusting. “Fuck, she’s so tight.” Some would think it rude to be talked about rather than talked to, but in this situation (Name) found it hot as fuck. Lucifer pulled back from her lips to reply. “Oh yeah? Are you tight, baby?” he asked (Name).
She didn’t answer, not that Lucifer had been expecting one, and sat back on his heels to watch Adam fuck her. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his aching dick and she began to pump.
Adam’s thrusts were hard and deep, eliciting a cry from (Name) every time he pushed in. He would pull out so just the tip was in and then slam his hips against her ass, driving his cock deep into her.
Lucifer’s eyes were glued to where (Name) and Adam’s bodies connected, his mouth watering as he waited for his turn.
Adam’s pace picked up, pounding into her. Her pace of the hand jerking Lucifer off faltered. Lucifer didn’t care, the view in front of him more than satisfying. He ran his fingers through her hair, whispering praises to her while Adam decimated her pussy.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Adam grunted. His thrusts became sloppy as he neared his climax. “M-me too,” (Name) said. Knowing she was close, Adam tried to keep his thrusts steady to keep hitting that spot deep inside of her that made her see stars.
“Adam!” (Name) cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, pussy clenching around Adam. Adam groaned, cumming as deep inside her as he could.
Lucifer was anxious for his turn.
“Pull out,” he demanded.
“Give me a fucking minute.”
Still arguing.
Adam caught his breath and recovered before pulling out, sitting back to admire his cum steadily beginning to leak out of (Name). He pushed some back in with two fingers and (Name) gasped. Then, finally, he moved from between her legs and he and Lucifer traded positions. Lucifer pulled her up onto her hands and knees and slid in slowly, mindful of overstimulation.
His thrusts started out slow and smooth. Adam gently lifted (Name)’s head up by the hair, presenting his dick in her face, still covered in cum and slick. “Clean it.” (Name) opened and took Adam into her mouth, sucking and matching Lucifer’s pace.
Lucifer’s pace didn’t remain slow and steady for long. He felt like his turn took forever and finally being inside of her felt so good. His hips began thrusting faster. (Name) moaned around Adam’s dick, the vibrations making Adam groan.
Lucifer grabbed her hips and began pounding into her, matching Adam’s previous pace. (Name) had to focus on not choking on Adam’s dick every time Lucifer’s thrusts pushed her forward.
“Fuck,” Lucifer and Adam swore at the same time. “I’m cumming,” Adam warned (Name), before spurting his seed down her throat. This time she did choke a little bit and Adam quickly pulled out. He bent down to kiss her forehead and praise her. “You’re doing so good, baby, you’re so good for us.”
Lucifer’s eyes closed in concentration as his orgasm built. He pounded into her relentlessly until his hips began to stutter, and he came inside of her.
He bent over her back, resting his forehead between her shoulder blades as he came down and caught his breath. “That was amazing, duckling.” “That’s a stupid pet name.” “Bite me.”
“Oh my god,” (Name) groaned. “Guys.”
She collapsed onto her stomach before rolling onto her back, and Adam and Lucifer laid down on either side of her, sandwiching her between them. “That was great,” (Name) told them. Adam and Lucifer agreed. “Maybe we should share more often.”
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nikkisheep · 10 months
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Hey! Can you do a Dean Winchester×Reader smut where the reader is a virgin like the Rick one you did please and thanks!
Dean Winchester x Virgin!female!reader
Warnings: SMUT, virgin reader, body worship, dean is pussy whipped, dean is gentle, oral (f), cursing, kissing, needy reader, make-out, steamy smut, mention of reader being raised in religious home (they never talked about sex)
*never let me write a romance novel cause Idk if I could even handle the smut I write lol*
Summary: Dean and you get a little too heated and you admit that you want to go all the way with him. And he couldn't be happier that you trusted him to do the job.
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His hands caressed your sides as his lips slid down the column of your jaw to your neck. Every inch of your body lit with flames as he touched you ever so lightly. His breath fanned across your collarbones as he mouthed at the skin that laid there. He wanted to touch every inch of you, feel every inch of you, taste every inch of your body that you were comfortable with.
Dean knew you were a virgin and he wanted you to be ready. Yes, it was very hard for him to keep himself in control when it came to feeling your body pressed up against his or when you kissed him and it lead to exactly what it always leads up to; you sitting on his lap, rubbing against him, panting as he sucked at your skin. He always waited until you were ready and if you weren't, then he waited until you were. He never wanted to do anything that could ever make his sweetheart uncomfortable around him.
His tongue peaked out to taste the salted skin that was left after your sweat ran down your breast. The moving and pulling against each other and the fact that power had went out because of the storm made it ten times hotter in the room.
"Dean," You pant, mouth open in bliss as he moves his hips up against yours.
"Yes, baby?" He whispered seductively.
"I wanna feel you." He looked up at your disheveled face. Your hair had fallen out of its bun and rested against your body. Your mouth had a bit of spit resting on the bottom of your chin due to his kiss.
"Are you sure?" He asked, wanting for this moment but had not realized that it would be tonight.
"Do you not want to?" You sounded disappointed. You knew very little about sex due to the fact that you were raised in a very religious home and your parents never even spoke of those things. You didn't even know how babies were made until you met Dean and had asked about it.
"Of course I want to, it's just that I want to make sure that this is something that you want."
"Why would I not want this?"
"Well, some women believe that they have to have sex with their boyfriends so that they will be loved and I want you to know that I am perfectly okay with waiting until you are--" He was cut off with the roll of your hips and the press of your lips against his.
"You talk to much," You whispered.
Dean kissed you back before picking you up and moving the two of you to the bedroom you shared. He set you down and you pushed him onto the bed, causing him to be slightly confused.
"What are you doing?" He asked when you slowly started to unbutton the flannel you were wearing.
"Seducing you. Is it working?" You smirk.
"Yes, I dare say it is." Dean laughed before grabbing a hold of you and pinning you below him. He yanked off your flannel and you gasped softly at the sound of buttons flying to the stone floor.
"My favorite," You whined.
"It was mine anyways, I can buy a new one."
His mouth claimed yours as you pushed his shirt off of his body to feel his toned back. His tongue licked your lips as he begged for entrance. He then started to kiss down your bare chest and pulled a breast into his waiting lips. The sudden warmth and pleasure coursed through you quickly, causing you to arch up into him. He moaned around your breast before moving to the other one, a trail of saliva moving in his wake.
Dean finally stopped playing with your chest and moved down your navel. He sucked and bit your flesh before he came in contact with your panties.
"Open up for me, sweetheart." Your legs opened and you were shaking when he pulled your panties down. He could tell you were nervous so he ran his calloused hands up and down your thighs, squeezing so you could feel his touch more.
"What are you about to do?" You asked with big doe eyes, wanting to know what was to happen next but also wanting it to be a surprise.
"Do you trust me?" You nod.
"Close your eyes and just let the feeling wash over your," He then watched as your eyes closed and he moved to where you needed him most.
His tongue then licked a long, wide stripe up your entire pussy. He moaned at the taste of your wetness and he had to place his forearm on your hips so that he could keep you still. He wanted you to lay still and just feel. He sucked on your clit for a little while, nibbling every once and a while but he couldn't stop licking at you. He wanted to taste you in his mouth forever. You were so sweet and tarty at the same time, it drove him mad.
Your moans got louder and closer together so he slipped a finger in to feel your tightness and he nearly choked when your walls gripped just his finger tightly enough to choke him. He pulled his finger out and you whined when he moved away from you.
"Dean," You panted, "Why did you stop? It felt amazing."
"The only way you are cumming tonight is if it's on my dick and honey, you better buckle up because this is going to be a long ride," He chuckled before taking off his pants. He then noticed that you were trying to cover yourself with the sheet.
"Don't hide from me," He said softly, "I will be your cover."
He then draped his body over yours and covered you completely. All you saw was Dean. All you felt was Dean. All around you was just Dean and you loved it. He then looked you in the eyes and told you that he loved you.
"It may hurt for a second but I promise you that it will only be a small amount," He said.
You nodded and felt him line up against you. In one thrust, he filled you completely. His head threw back and the lines in his neck poked against his skin. He looked as though he might have been in pain. You placed a soothing hand on his back and nodded for him to move.
"Does that hurt?" He asked, lowly.
"No, just rather odd."
"Maybe this is more to your liking," He said as he pulled halfway out before pushing himself back in all the way. Your head fell back against the pillow and a soft moan fell from your lips. Dean set a rhythm of deep, hard thrusts that sent you spiraling into pleasure and bliss. His green eyes bore into yours as the two of you were reaching new heights with each other. The need and the want between you was getting to be too much. You needed him more than air. You desired him and he desired you desparately.
"I can tell you are getting closer," He said as his hand went to touch something around the part of where you were connected and you moaned at the feeling. A tightening in your belly started to get tighter and then Dean thrusted one more time and the both of you exploded. It felt amazing as warmth spread throughout your body as you shook against your lover and it felt as though you were floating. Dean rested above you and whispered about how much he loved you and then he got up.
"Please, don't leave me."
"I will only be gone for a minute." He was true to his word and returned shortly after his disappearance. He had a wet rag that he wiped himself off with and then carefully, cleaned the mess between your legs.
"I love you,'' You said.
"I know," He smirked.
"I mean it. I really love you," You said as he threw the rag to the floor and laid up beside you. He wrapped his arms around you and drew circles on your arm.
"I'm glad it was you, I love you." You said before falling asleep in his arms.
"I love you too, sweetheart." He kissed your hair and then closed his eyes to sleep as well.
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bhaalism · 1 month
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- dripping like honey (down the back of my throat and on the front of my mind)
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› ascended astarion x f!reader
› wc : 2k+
› a/n: I tried writing an argument like I mentioned before but literally I cannot even write about doing that because I'm such a hearts in my eyes 'yes honey whatever you say' girlie lmao also @lipstickghoulie I promised to tag you when it was finished tada! <3
warnings : breeding, talk of pregnancy, piv, creampie, dacryphilia, kinda overstim, multiple orgasms, blood mention (of course), he calls reader good girl, lemme know if I missed anything!
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You laid in his arms, ear pressed above his unbeating heart as his lithe fingers slid up and down the curvature of your neck. It was a rare peaceful night, no one demanding either of your attention was unique since the aftermath of the Netherbrains fall and as the city bestowed its heroes with accolades aplenty even in the midst of reconstruction. Sleep toyed with the edges of your mind as a kitten does with a tail of string, making you incredibly pliant in his hold. 
Perhaps thats why in that moment he chose to reignite an old conversation of yours. 
“Little love, tonight is a perfect night as any to reconsider.”
Reconsider. It makes your eyes crack open sluggishly, heat spreading beneath your skin as the first twinges of anxiety unfurled in your head like a bold of cloth unraveling. It was an often asked question due to your usual response of it simply not being the right time. It wasn’t a lie persay, but a half truth that felt heavy in your belly now. The meat of it was that you were doubtful a spawn could carry a child, and that topic felt like a completely different beast. 
The subject of children hadn’t naturally found itself on your tongues in all this time, not during the aftermath of your climactic battle nor in the months after either, when you two spent many days that blurred together simply relishing in your victory and in each other. You hadn’t left the bedchamber for weeks, excluding baths that became… a bit too invigorating to be called relaxing. But one common thred between all those days and nights was his question of your undeath. Isn’t that what you want? To be mine, forever. 
Every part of you constantly screamed yes, the urge to let go and wake up something new in his arms was what you wanted to do more than anything else. But that wriggling thought stopped you each time without fail. 
“I… I don’t need to reconsider. Of course I want that, to be with you forever, but theres just something on my mind.” You murmur, feeling lame for once again not uttering the enthusiastic consent on the tip of your tongue. 
He shifts, facing you to the side and your eyes meet as his hand resumes tracing lazy paths up the column of your spine. 
“Enlighten your lover, will you?” Astarion coaxed gently. 
You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes searching his but for what you couldn’t say definitively. 
“The undead can’t carry children.” You whisper, watching his features closely as he took in your words.
The silence stretched on, making your hands fidget against his chest and you could hear the steady rise of your heartbeat in your ears. Surely, he could hear it too. You suspected the only exception to that statement was him, the ritual ensuring all the vitality and enjoyments of a mortal man returned to him. If you gave up your own mortality it seemed highly likely that your window of opportunity would close, bricked over never to be unsealed. 
“How long as it been on your mind?” he asked. 
“The last few months.” you say sheepishly after a beat of silence, eyes avoiding his until his fingers came beneath your chin to guide you back into direct contact. You didn’t see anything there but curiosity, making you exhale a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. 
“I do sort of wish I could be miffed you didn’t tell me in all that time,” you open your mouth but he continues before you can interrupt, “but, how could I be when thinking of you like that is so… tantilizing.” 
Your breath catches. The silence wasn’t because he was irritated or upset, but because he was already picturing you pregnant. The thought made you feel lightheaded, giddy even, as you feel his thumb move to caress your bottom lip, making you whine. 
“In that case, we don’t have to rush, do we? Since there’s something more pressing to attend to now.” His voice was low, the words seeping across your skin and threatening you with delirium already. 
“Do you- you want this too?” You asked, incredulous. 
“Does that surprise you? I’ve considered it but since you hadn’t voiced any want it didn’t seem urgent to discuss.” The admission makes you internally kick yourself, of course he had waited to see if you would say anything, being the mortal one in this pairing. Why you hadn’t considered that might be the case you couldn’t guess, an oversight that now felt idiotic. 
With a breathy giggle you cup his jaw, lips finding his in a kiss so sweet your teeth could start aching. You move against one another as easily as breathing, arms sliding over his shoulders as he guides you to move on your back, fitting between your legs like you were made for him. You already know you were. 
Sleep was now the furthest thing from your mind, forced out by the feeling of his lips traveling down your throat and his fangs brushing against the delicate skin as he clearly enjoyed the way it made your back arch ever so slightly. His movements didn’t stop at there, as they often did, instead mapping a heated trail down from your chest, over your stomach, until he was gingerly nipping at the skin of your inner thighs, pulling harsh, whiny breaths from your lungs. 
Your fingers twist into the soft bedsheets above you, moaning as you feel him place a kiss to your aching clit, fingers sliding through your wetness before you feel two begin a slow push inside. Your hands fumble as they shoot downward, begging to touch any part of him you could reach as his other arm slid beneath your hips, propping you up a bit to give himself a better angle to devour you by. 
Pleasure, more akin to electric shocks, starts rolling steadily in time with your hips as you shamelessly chase the sensation of his tongue lapping against your clit and his fingers deftly scissoring against your slick walls. Shamelessly crying out his name you grab the backs of your thighs, frantically trying to anchor yourself against the feeling that already threatens to overwhelm you. With every swipe of his tongue tears push against your waterline, muddying the world around you before it slides away with the cool tracks of water against your cheeks. 
Your mouth opens in a silent wail as your thigh muscles become so unbelievably tense it feels like they might snap, your hands letting go of your legs as they press against him in a suffocating grip and your hips buck wildly against his mouth. 
As he pulls away and your back relaxes against the bed he crawls back up, catching you in a searing kiss and the secondhand taste of yourself makes you groan into his mouth, a sound he drinks as greedily as he does your lifeblood. You whimper feeling his cock press against you, into the slick mess of spit and your cum now smeared between your legs. But if he’s greedy you’re insatiable, fingers tangling in his silvery locks as you tug and enjoy the gravely moan he lets out as he reaches between your bodies to line himself up with you. 
Fresh tears sting your eyes as you screw them shut, relishing in the way your body accommodates his slow push inside, until your hips meet and his cock sits heavy and satisfying inside your cunt,your walls pulsing with anticipation of his movements. You can hear the way he draws a sharp breath feeling you around himself, body always so eager to please and accept pleasure in return. 
“Good girl,” he coos, thumbing over the tear tracks on your cheek as you choke slightly feeling him slowly pull back out until just the tip of him was left inside you before thrusting back in, slow and impossibly deep. 
It already feels like too much, without even a second to come down from your orgasm, as his fingertips dig into your thigh but you know he adores when you get overwhelmed, gasping and writhing like you haven’t taken him countless times already. 
“I have been thinking of this,” he says with a fresh roll of his hips against yours, teeth flashing as your pussy flutters around him. “I’m going to fill you to the brim with me.”
You cry his name again, as if its the only word you know, and in that moment it just might be. It’s incredibly easy for him to crowd your senses, eclipsing everything else until the only thing you can focus on his him. 
“You want it, don’t you?” He teases, grabbing your hands in his and lacing your fingers tight together in your sweat slick grip. 
“Gods yes,” you choke out, feeling him brush against the specific spot inside you that makes your vision turn to stars, making your legs wind aroun dhis hips in a desperate bid to not let him go.
“Let me tell you exactly what I’ve thought about,” He whispers against your ear raggedly as he presses against you so fully it’s as if the two of you could meld together into one being. “You, all ripe and swollen with my child. Your breasts full and dripping milk, all proof of just how much we belong to each other." 
Distantly you know hes losing himself in it, being a little crass on purpose just to make you press your heels into his lower back a little more, squeezing his hands and clamping down around his cock like a vice grip, your body begging to accept everything he can give. 
“It’s too much-” you mewl out, high pitch and holding his hands so tightly you’re sure it must hurt but his pace never falters. 
“Look at me.”
He says your name as he lets of of one of your hands, gripping your jaw and forcing you to drown in his intense, hungry gaze. “I want you, I want this with you. You’re mine and you always have been.” 
It’s the truth, you awaken the most primal needs in him. To have, to claim. 
“Astarion, please,” you cry out, pressing your head back against the pillows as his hips pick up speed, the sound of skin smacking and the noises of your cunt squealching around him creating the most obscene symphony ringing against your ears. 
“Please what, darling? Use your words, tell me what you want.” 
Below him you’re a mess of sweat and tears, eyes blown wide with lust and adoration, lips swollen from the scratch of his fangs against them and he’s sure theres never been a more beautiful sight in all the world, nor will there ever be a comparable one. 
“I want to feel it, I wanna have a baby together,” you babble, words slipping from your lips so fast they slur together and it makes something inside him snap, his pace devolving into a brutal, sloppy rhythm as your body jostles against him and your fingernails scratch against his shoulder blades as if all you can do is hang on against his determined pace.
He moves ruthlessly inside you, hips snapping with every deep thrust, never faltering even as you wail sharply, another orgasm crashing into you with such force it was similar to being knocked over by a strong, pounding wave.
Burning, everything is burning from your screaming muscles to the feeling of him throbbing inside you as he gives one last thrust, spilling cum inside you that your cunt is all too eager to draw in, drowing in the warm, wet glow of him. 
You gasp and moan, body trembling with th e overwhelming sensation. With how far hes pushed himself inside you it feels like a stretch so wide you can’t help the tears that once again slide down your face.
“Let it out, my love. Let me take care of you.” 
And he does. Presses feather light kisses across your face and massages soothing little circles against your hips as he pulls out, although not missing the deeply satisfying sight of his cum dripping from you. As your breathing evens out his fingers trail back down, gathering what’s seeped from you on his fingertips before pushing it back inside you, clearly enjoying the way it makes a little sob bubble past your lips. 
“We shouldn’t be wasting a single drop, my dear.” 
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cockslutpadalecki · 1 year
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I’m so desperate for a Rafe smut where he says “I’ll only put the tip in.” And I have a feeling that you’re the one that could write it😂 just putting that out there
Gimme An Inch
Characters: Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader.
Words: 1.1K.
Warnings: dub-con, drug taking, vaginal sex, cream pie, intoxicated reader (not drugged), 18+. MINORS DNI.
A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for almost a year, and it’s all because of my rewatch of Outer Banks that I finally got inspired. So here it is, to celebrate season three dropping this week! Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.
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“C’mon baby,” Rafe grits out into the column of your throat. His voice is heavy, split through with lust. His fingers roam beneath your skirt, plucking at the hem of your panties.
“Not here,” you husk back, pathetically pushing against his chest. Marginal effort is all you manage. It’s not like you want Rafe to stop what he’s doing… you just don’t want to do it here. 
The bass of the music from the party shakes the ground beneath you, lights from the front porch of Topper’s house flooding the immediate vicinity around it. Rafe’s car is parked just out of the light’s reach, keeping you bathed in darkness, but you’re still worried someone might see. In the open doorway of his truck, he stands in between your spread legs, the cool but contradicting sticky night air swirling around the cab. 
You glance out of the windscreen as he places heavy kisses against your collarbone, trying to suss out whether anyone is watching you. Scattered crowds of people hang around outside, smoking god knows what and the occasional outburst of laughter pulls your attention further from Rafe. Yet it’s quickly dragged back by him pulling your panties down and you focus on him as he stuffs them into the pocket of his shorts.
“Don’t worry, they can’t see us,” he assures thickly, lips hot against your jaw.
“How d’you know?” you reply with skepticism, hands covering his as they delve back under your skirt. He doesn’t even look up to reassure you face to face— merely mutters into your ear that it’s fine. 
Nobody’s gonna care. Loosen up, it’s a party. Everyone’s hooking up.
His words do little to ease your anxiety, but the warmth of his cockhead skimming through your pussy lips divert your thoughts elsewhere. The fear of being caught by Rafe’s friends is suddenly overshadowed by the elephant in the room.
“We can’t,” you protest again, but it lacks the proper sincerity. Your body buzzes with coke and alcohol, veins alight with heat. You want to, fuck, you really want to.
“What’re you so afraid of?” Rafe sighs, impatient. 
“Getting pregnant,” you hiss back. “Have you got any protection with you?”
“Left them at home,” he shrugs like it’s not a big deal. You scoff, but he’s quick to reassure you. “It’s fine, I’ll pull out.” 
“Remember when you said that last time?” you remind him sharply. “I had to take a pill.” 
Rafe smirks. “You don’t normally mind takin’ pills.” 
“Asshole,” you smirk back, familiar heat coiling in your gut as you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance, teasing. You open your legs a little wider to let him move closer, the warmth between your legs now almost scorching.
“Hey.” He leans in, kissing you. Messy and full of intent. “I’ll only put the tip in, promise.”
“K,” you comply. Without a moment to allow you to reconsider, Rafe slides in. Just the tip— like he promised. “Oh god.” 
“You like that, huh?” He licks and nips at your mouth, encouraging you to let him in. Your tongue slides over his, moaning as he pulls out, the head of his cock keeping your pussy gaping. 
He slowly slides back inside you— keeping his promise, just the tip. He pauses briefly, then he goes in a little deeper. 
“Rafe,” you chastise and he apologises into your lips, pulling back his hips until he’s nestled just inside your entrance. In a haze, you flop back onto the front seat, your head swirling with dangerous levels of potent arousal. 
He repeats his movements— shallow thrusts in and out. But it leaves the rest of you wanting more, your core aching for fullness. You keep the plea for him to go deeper behind your lips. You don’t want to go back on your word, knowing that if you do, Rafe will hold you to it for future reference. 
But you let me do it last time. 
You’re spacing out— the drugs and alcohol slowing your reaction time before you realise he’s sliding in deeper. Deeper. Deeper. 
“Noo,” you whine thickly, “you said just the tip.” You try to wriggle up the seat, but Rafe grips your hips too tight. 
“Oh shit baby, I’m sorry,” he apologises on a hazy loop, yet he makes no attempt to stop. You push against his chest, urging him to pull out but he doesn’t. Instead he rattles off, “Fuck baby, I can’t, I’m sorry, you just feel so good.” 
He’s fucking you to the root now. Deep, stomach-aching thrusts that make your eyes roll up to the roof. Stars dance in your vision, but you can’t be sure if it’s actually the night sky you’re seeing through the gap in Rafe’s windscreen. 
“R-Rafe,” you stutter, “you gotta pu-pull out.”
Sparks of electricity short out all over your body, making you forget your train of thought. Why would you want him to sto—oh.
“C’mon baby, don’t make me stop now,” he grunts above you. “Not when you’re so close.” 
His thumb swirls over your clit, pressing gently down on it. Your hips cant towards him, sliding him in deeper and you cry out, coming until stray tears run into your hairline. 
“Oh shit. See.” His tone reeks of I-told-you-so. “Why would you want me to stop when I can make you come like that, huh?”
“C-can’t come inside,” you beg, flutters of heat from your climax still making you dizzy. 
“I promise I’ll pull out,” he tells you again. He readjusts his grip, practically tugging you off the seat and onto his cock. 
“Fuck,” you repeat in a stupor, Rafe fucking you to the point where you think you might pass out. 
“Yes, that’s it, baby.” You hear him say, but he sounds so far away. Somewhere off in the distance, out of reach. The only sensation tethering him back to you is the ripples of his cock as he thrusts back into your gaping pussy. 
“Oh fuck, I’m so close.”
“R-af-pull-ou,” you garble, your tongue too thick for your mouth.
“But I’m so fuckin’ close, fuck right there, oh shit, I’m gonna-” 
His thrusts slow, deepening to the point where he holds himself inside you, hips bruising against the backs of your thighs, before barely pulling out. You don’t have time or the energy to stop him, the sudden heat of his cum warming you from the inside out.
Rafe slumps over you, pressing wet kisses to the curve of your breast as he apologises heavily over and over into your skin.
Just felt so good. 
Couldn’t help myself.
And like an idiot, you take it as a compliment.
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likelilacwine · 8 months
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repost - nsfw. cw alcohol, cw marking. f!reader, gojo and reader are in an established relationship.
The morning feels almost painfully bright as you lift your hand to your eyes to shield them with a defeated groan. Your temples pound and your eyelids still feel heavy, certain you could sleep for longer if you wanted to but the bedroom curtains are open, fresh warm light pouring across the bed.
You feel around your suspiciously empty bed before reaching to grab your phone and glancing at the time. 9:32. You’re supposed to be meeting Kento and a few of your other friends for brunch in two hours, a thought that makes your temples pound again, and your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. Closing one eye and keeping one open, you sit halfway up before flopping back down onto your disheveled pillows.
“Baby?”
Your mouth is dry and your voice rasps while pathetically calling out for Satoru who pops his head out from around the door frame with a smile so beautiful it hurts almost as much as the brightness surrounding you. He’s naked, of course, and your cheeks flame despite having lived this exact moment more times than you can count.
“Good mornin’, sunshine.”
Opening your eyes fully to take in the always welcome sight of his natural, nude form while he strides toward the bed, a gasp leaves you as your eyes fall on the purplish bruises around his neck and chest.
He chuckles, flopping down onto the bed and resting the back of his head on your thigh. Tipping his head back you see a pink bite mark on the column of his throat and embarrassment boils in your gut remembering exactly how that got there.
“You have to heal those before we leave,” your voice sounds not merely raspy and pathetic but whiny now as you reach down and stroke the damp strands of his hair off of his forehead. He has obviously been awake long enough to have showered, there’s no reason why he should not have already used his reverse cursed technique to fix himself up.
“That’s not what you were saying last night, princess,” he flips onto his stomach but places his cheek to your thigh so he can watch your reaction to everything he says. You’re never more his than when he’s flustering you and he likes to see the fruits of his labor. “I seem to remember something along the lines of ‘fuck I can’t stop’ and ‘you’re mine’ but correct me if I’m wrong.”
You simply cannot correct him because he isn’t wrong.
The evening started with opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses - one for you and one to sit in front of Gojo to keep him from feeling left out that would inevitably be finished by you.
After that, the memories of last night become tinted with the hungry haze of want. Heat in your belly, heat in your chest, heat through all of your limbs - the wine took over quicker than it usually does but he would be a silly man to complain about being wanted like a predator craves her prey.
You climbed into his lap on the couch and rode him until your thighs shook, his face pressed against the side of your neck and the beautiful plushness of your ass spilling through his fingers while he kept you steady.
This wasn’t enough to sate you, though and he knew it. You were already whining and begging for more before he could even soften inside of you.
“Starting to think I’ve spoiled you,” he tutted while standing and helping you wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him inside of you for the short trek back to your bedroom. It took him only a moment to place your back on the bed, his big hands spreading your thighs and his tongue flattening over your open, warm, wet cunt until pure fire coursed through your veins.
“Satoru,” you whined, pulling his body down until his chest pressed against your tits and you nuzzled your face in his neck. “Still want you, baby.”
Burying your face against his neck, you began to suck little bruises into his soft skin, biting little visual reminders of your love for him into his body. He didn’t even have to fuck you again to cum, instead spilling all over your stomach as you growled various delirious chants about him belonging to you and wanting to make sure everyone knew it.
The memory makes your thighs squeeze together with want, your tipsy haze forcing you to speak the truth that lives in your heart, but you look down at him again, a necklace of purple across his skin and you whine.
“Please,” you beg. “They already think I’m a degenerate.”
Satoru smirks, wiggling further up the bed to rest his cheek on your bare stomach and inch his fingers up your side. He isn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about the swath your lust left across him, if anything it’s the proudest thing he has ever worn, but he’ll let you have your way yet again. Denying anything you ask for just simply isn’t in him even if you do end up a little overindulged.
“You are,” he raises his eyebrows suggestively and you scoff, “but I’ll let you pick which one stays because I’m a nice guy.”
He slides further up your body until his chin rests on your bare tits, big hands cupping each of them and making you hiss through your teeth. He presses them together with a pout, looking up at you through his lashes.
“Don’t let your hard work go to waste.”
You lift your hand and run your index finger down his neck and collarbone, or at least what you can see of it, before stopping on the one you think he can hide the most. The bite mark on his neck. He feels the pad of your fingertip linger over the spot and smiles, releasing your breast from one of his hands to wrap his fingers around yours.
“How’d you know that’s my favorite one?”
Giggling, you shake your head and try to pull your finger out of his grip but he only tightens it playfully. You tug with an exaggerated groan and he lets go, letting his hand drop to your side where he tickles your ribs once and sits up. The bruises begin to fade in a second and you laugh despite having seen him do this dozens of times.
There’s something so specifically surreal about a man who can heal his own bruises insisting he sport the indentation of your teeth on his skin, the mark pearly and pink even this morning. You can’t fault him for wanting to show off how badly you want him at least a little bit, knowing you’ve done the same on more than one occasion.
It feels special to be wanted by him and it’s near ecstasy to be needed.
By the time you rise from the bed yourself, wobbly but otherwise fine, he is looking the same as he always does and relief washes over you as you head toward the shower.
As predicted, three cross glances are directed at you after you sit down, each of your friends catching the way Satoru has kept his shirt unbuttoned just enough to make sure the bite mark is completely visible to anyone who would dare to look.
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 30 days
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can you (if requests are open) Write a fluff/smut of Steve rogers like maybe he comes back from a mission and Y/n missed him so much. 🥺
Relax With You » Steve Rogers/Captain America
Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: All Steve wants to do is relax with his girlfriend.
Warnings: Fluff, Smut (18+), language, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, cuddling, pet names (honey, sweetheart)
A/N: Thank you for requesting @cevansbaby-dove 🩵 I hope this is what you imagined🩷
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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“Stevie!” You practically squealed, jumping in Steve’s arms and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve immediately wrapped his arms around you. “I missed you so much.” You tell him.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Steve says, kissing your lips sweetly.
Steve gently put you back on the floor, leaving his arms wrapped around your waist and looking into your eyes deeply.
“You look tired.” You say, running your fingers through his hair.
“Just a little.” He says, kissing you.
“Why don’t you take a shower and we can cuddle and watch a movie.” You suggested.
“Sounds good to me.” He says, kissing you one more time.
You and Steve broke apart so he could take a shower. You sat on the bed and flipped through Netflix for a movie to watch, waiting patiently for Steve to get out of the shower. Your attention turns to the bathroom door when Steve opens it and walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel that hung low on his hips, droplets of water rolled down his muscular body. You couldn’t help but stare at him while biting your bottom lip.
“See something you like, honey?” Steve asks.
You hummed in response, nodding your head yes. Steve approached the bed. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip before kissing you passionately. His hands found the bottom of your -his- t-shirt and pulled it over your head, only to find out that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath it. His hands caressed the soft skin of your breasts, gently rubbing his thumbs across your nipples. A soft moan left your lips as your head tilted back. His hands left your breasts to roam your body, stopping at the waistband of your sleep shorts. You instinctively lifted your hips so he can take your shorts and panties off in one go. One of your hands tugged on the towel, letting it fall from his hips to the floor, revealing his hard cock. You laid back on the bed, laying your head on the pillow. Steve got on the bed in between your spread legs, hovering over you. He leaned down and kissed you passionately again. His lips moved across your jaw and down to your neck. His teeth lightly nipped at your skin, marking you up with hickeys.
“Stevie…” You whined.
“Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” Steve says against your neck.
“I want you.” You tell him.
Steve kissed your lips once more before lining his cock up at your tight entrance. He slowly slipped his cock inside of you, inch by inch causing you to gasp.
No matter how long you and Steve have been together and no matter how many times you two have had sex, you’re still not used to his size.
When Steve’s cock was deep inside of your pussy, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded your head, letting him know that he can start thrusting. Steve’s hands found their way to your waist when he began thrusting. Your eyes fluttered shut, loving the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure, moans of his name left your lips. Steve leaned his head down and kissed along the column of your throat. Your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails in his skin, making him slightly hiss at the feeling.
“Steve!” You moaned.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks in a moan.
“Faster please!” You begged.
Steve obeyed your command and began moving faster. Your jaw dropped, audible moans leaving your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back and pulled him closer to you. Steve’s lips found their way to yours and kissed you hungrily. You placed a hand on the back of his head to intensify the kiss. Your fingers tugged on his hair, making him moan against your lips. You pulled away from the kiss to moan when his tip hit your sweet spot.
“Right there! Right fucking there” You moaned loudly.
His cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly. You arched your back in pleasure. Steve took the opportunity to kiss along your collarbones, making his way down to your breasts, kissing along the swells of them. His teeth lightly bit down on your skin causing you to moan and your cunt to clench around his cock.
“Ah fuck…” Steve moans.
One of his hands left your waist and made its way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles.
“Oh fuck, Steve! Please don’t stop!” You moaned.
You moaning his name encouraged him to pick up the pace with his thrusts and the rubbing on your clit. Your nails made red line marks on his back. Your orgasm started to build up the more he rubbed your clit and hit your sweet spot.
“Stevie…” You whimpered. “Please don’t stop! I’m going to cum.” You moaned.
“Give it to me, honey.” Steve pants. “Cum for me.” He says.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a pornographic moan of his name left your lips as you came. Steve fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own. He leaned his forehead leaned against your shoulder and his thrusts became sloppy when he felt his orgasm coming closer and closer.
“Oh fuck…” Steve moans as he came inside of you, panting your walls.
He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop. You two laid there, entangled in each other’s bodies while you guys’ breathing went back to normal. After a moment, Steve pulled out of you, making you whine. He got a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned the two of you up before getting back in bed and covered the two of you up with a blanket. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled yourself against his side. Steve grabbed the remote from the nightstand and put on a movie.
“I’m happy that you’re home.” You say, looking up at him.
“Me too.” Steve says, smiling down at you.
“I love you, Stevie.” You say.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly.
💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
-Bucky’s Doll
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sillylittlefreakgirl · 3 months
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You awoke slowly. The heaviness of dreaming gradually lifted, little by little, but not fully. It was comfortable. Safe. You didn't want to open your eyes or move. You wanted to stay and dream a little more.
Despite yourself, you began to feel the sensations of the waking world. A warm breeze across bare skin. Soft grass beneath you. Light dancing across your face. Music in the distance. An odd smell in the air. It all felt so *good*.
A pretty voice rang like soft bells in your ears. "Oh poor pet. Are you lost?"
Your eyes opened just a crack. There was a tall, pale, red-haired man above you. Or, you thought it was a man. It was hard to tell. Everything was so fuzzy.
It took a moment before you realized you were supposed to respond, but at the same time, you realized you didn't know how to answer. Were you lost? You couldn't remember, but it didn't feel like you were supposed to be anywhere else. You felt at home.
Where was *here*? you wondered. Opening your eyes just a little more, you saw a sunlit clearing surrounded by odd trees. Colors danced in the air above you, and though it was midday with a bright sun, you saw stars share the blue sky. You couldn't find the source of the music, nor that strange smell.
Then, of course, there was the man. He wore clothes woven from autumnal leaves. You wore nothing, you realized. The man knelt down beside you, his face above yours. His breath smelled sweet, and your mind grew fuzzier.
"You must have stumbled through here," he murmured. "Poor thing. Your kind doesn't adapt well to this place." Hearing him speak filled you with such joy and wonder and *lust* that you couldn't hold back a giggle. His fingers traced your cheek in response. "I can't let you go back to your home, now, can I? You'll not be happy in your world now that you've sipped from mine. It'd be cruel."
You had no idea what your home was, but you didn't want to leave this place. You wanted to stay with this strange man and listen to his voice forever.
His fingers left your cheek and now run along your neck, your shoulders, down your side and around your thigh, and a small gasp escaped you. You wanted him to keep touching you, more than anything else. He stopped then, though, and as his hand left your skin you whined in disappointment.
"Sit up, dear," he said, and so you did. The fuzziness, the colors, the music, everything felt so muffled and blissful and you just *knew* that it would all feel so much better if you did what he said.
He opened his hand to reveal a slender chain, sparkling in every hue and more. He tenderly wrapped it around your neck, hidden clasps locking it tight. "Some choose to walk, some prefer to crawl," he whispered. "It's up to you."
As he walked, holding your chain, you crawled alongside him.
He led you through a sea of trees decorated in more alluring flowers. As you came close to them, the odd scent strengthened and it became harder to think. He led you through gloaming twilight and fiery autumn, until, together, you found a verdant glade ringed with stone columns. Within the circle were others like you, men and women alike, all naked save for a glittering, slender chain, the ends of which were fastened to the pillars. More tall, fair, red-haired creatures filled the ring too, serviced by the mortals within. The sounds of whimpers and gasps filled your mind and you wanted desperately to join them.
The creature behind you tied your chain to a pillar and patted your head. "Here we are, pet. Your new home. The world outside is dangerous, but you'll never feel anything but happiness again."
Your arrival was noticed by the many tall creatures, who paused their fucking and stepped away from their pets, who begged them to return. But the creature's eyes were fixed solely on you, the new addition. "Please," you whined, your first words spoken in this realm. You said nothing after, your mouth wide open as your new owners drew closer.
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sytoran · 1 year
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𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐩𝐭.𝟐 ⌇ natasha romanoff
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summary: you need some stress-relief, and the continuance of natasha's willingness is there to solve it all.
☰ PAIRING: sub!secretary!natasha x dom!ceo!reader
☰ REQUEST: hellooo can i req a secretary/assistant natasha x boss/ceo reader with any exhibitionism? maybe r has had a stressful day and is using nat to let off steam n they frgt to lock the office door, a bit similar to ur prev nat ficc. the other details can be up to uu. tyy :D
☰ NOTE: i decided to turn it into a sequel to my previous fic, office hours. it has alot of similarities, and i don’t want my works to feel repetitive. hope that’s fine with yall. enjoy this one! 
☰ TAGS: office!au, smut, exhibitionism, dirty talk, stress-relief sex, risky sex, rough fingering, marking, slightly possesive behaviour, horniness, a lot of it
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needless to say, that wasn't the last time you and natasha got caught up in similar shenanigans.
on some days, flaming red hair was the last thing you saw before you got forcefully dragged into a cramped storage room by your tie, then pulled into a kiss so passionate it made your head spin.
on other days, you just couldn't help but slip wandering fingers under plaid skirts during office meetings, the room dark enough to hide steady thrusts, but quiet enough to make your secretary squirm.
and on your favorite days, natasha basically pounced onto you before you closed the door to your office, panting and whining and pulling down her panties to reveal a soaked cunt, one that you devoured with heated fervour.
yes, it was a risky game you played, considering natasha was getting bolder and bolder, and you were craving her more and more.
but maybe the breaking point was something you dared to test the boundaries of, on one particular wednesday evening.
"oh, please! fuck," natasha cried, whines spilling from divine lips, as you plunged two fingers up inside her. 
it was just another regular tuesday, of work left undone and lust unbound. 
you grunted in response, recklessly hiking up her skirt. today had been a shit day, and it was probably wrong to use your secretary as an outlet to relieve stress, but if natasha wasn't complaining, neither would you.
“you’re mine,” you panted, littering kisses all over her collarbone. natasha was sitting on your lap, facing you, desperately grinding on the coarseness of your jeans. “you’re all mine.”
before your secretary could utter another word of easy compliance, footsteps could be heard along the corridor. 
natasha’s breath constricted in her throat, freezing in your arms. you stilled your movements for a moment, letting out a slow puff of warm air that raised goosebumps along natasha’s neck.
the voices didnt seem to stop, almost as if they were chattering right outside your office door. dimly illuminated by a streak of light that sneaked in, your subordinates would be able to catch sight of your doings with just a simple push of the door that was minimally ajar.
amidst the tensed silence, your tongue found the delectably bare skin of natasha's neck. slowly trailing it up the narrow column of the back of her neck, her needy gasp hardly stifled.
"w-wait," natasha breathed, core clenching when you left a wet kiss at that soft spot, under her earlobe and above the jaw.
natasha bit her lip fervently to prevent moans from spilling out. feeling wetness pool in her drenched panties, she tried to grind against your thigh.
natasha could still hear the voices from outside very well, only heightening her alert senses, making it all the more arousing when your hands found solace up her skirt, roaming over the expanse of milky thighs.
"so needy, hmm? can't even wait for a second," you rasped softly into her ear, nipping at her earlobe.
your secretary squirmed under touches so soft yet so inviting. god, she was dripping down her thighs, clit throbbing with need. it was so hot, you teasing her to no end even though there were people just right outside.
you could still hear the voices outside very well, the conversation becoming more casual, a cacophony of loud laughs.
seizing the opportunity, you slid two fingers into natasha's pretty cunt, her cry of pleasure overrun by the hearty laughter.
you shifted her to face the slightly open door, thighs spread wide to expose her dripping cunt. you smirked at her flushed features, natasha evidently incredibly turned on.
you began rocking your fingers at a steady pace, not the most brutal but enough to make natasha bite into the flesh of her palm to stop from letting out a string of russian curses.
"you'd let me fuck you stupid right here, hmm? when anyone could just walk in?"
thumb brushing against her swollen clit with every thrust, natasha felt the fire building up all too quickly, nodding dumbly.
your fingers felt so good, scissoring all the spots inside her that made natasha go wild, flexible enough to reach spots she didn't even know existed within her.
it took a sheer lot of willpower to stay quiet, eyes wide with alertness as she stared at the ray of light sneaking past the open door, just waiting for someone to catch you two in the act.
but knowing you, you probably wouldn't stop fucking her, let whoever watch you fuck your dumb little secretary stupid, let everyone know she was yours and yours only.
and you'd make her cum, over and over and over again, then forcing her to suck your fingers, and maybe if she was good you'd let her take the strap.
"doll, my pants are ruined. look at you," your low whisper jolted natasha out of her wild fantasies, the redhead now very aware of how soaked she was.
her panties were haphazardly pushed to the side, bare cunt facing the slightly open door, two of your fingers were buried in her, your other hand clamped over her mouth as she panted and drooled.
"gonna cum again? need me to help you to be quiet?" you asked lowly, a low thrum barely noticeable amidst the louder noises outside.
natasha nodded, eyes glassy and unfocused. you bit back a groan at her state of duress, only urging you to make you hers.
maybe it was your frustrations from the job of stark industries' CEO, or maybe it was the voices outside, or maybe it was just your wonderful secretary, but you decided to curl up your fingers harshly right as natasha was about to cum, shattering every last fragment of secrecy there ever was.
the near scream natasha let out, despite your hand shoved up against her pliant mouth, made you bite into her shoulder, leaving a bruise.
she was yours, she was yours, she was-
and then the door swung open, and standing there with his jaw dropped, was tony stark.
well, if you ever lost your job, it would've been for a good cause.
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BOUND IN FLAMES - Part 8
Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister- Reader
Description: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.
A / N: I’m back from the dead 🧍🏻‍♀️ lmao and this next part is straight up smut with the tiniest fucking grain of plot hidden in it. I swear it’s just fucking filthy, well at least to me it is but that might be because i haven’t written smut in a while but i hope you all enjoy. I mean it has to do with calanmai which is basically a faerie fuck fest. So if you guys are just as sick and depraved as I am you’ll eat this shit up. Also life has been life-ing recently but im hoping to be more active and if you guys have any requests don’t be shy SEND THEM. well anyways enjoy and happy reading !! 😚
“Eris, I swear to the Mother if you hurt her-“ Lucien snarled, baring his teeth, as he pushed the tip of his dagger deeper into Eris’s porcelain skin. A droplet of crimson red blood sliding down the column of his throat.
The sight of it had you moving on instinct.
In seconds you had moved away from the dagger Eris had pressed against your throat, disarming Lucien and pressing his own dagger against the sun tanned skin of his throat. Fae — mating — instincts coming to the surface, you growled and then whispered two words deathly soft into Lucien’s ear, “Watch It.” I pulled back, still keeping the blade against his throat and looked at him. His face had blanched and his eyes were wide with fear or shock, I wasn’t sure.
I blinked once and saw myself through his eyes and blinked again and I was looking at him through my own eyes again. His eyes were still wide, but now I knew it was mostly fear. He knew I wouldn’t actually kill him, though he knew I definitely could if I wanted to by the way I had the knife angled at his throat.
Lucien had finally realized it for the first time in that moment, that I wasn’t all talk, that I would and could kill. And I scoffed. Flipping the dagger in my hand so the handle was facing him, “Enjoy the Rite,” handing it back to him.
He took it and sheathed it.
Behind me Eris chuckled in amusement. Though not at his little brother but at my antics. Turning around to face him, I took one step towards him, but stopped. He had a look in his eyes as he took me in that I couldn’t describe, “What ?”
He shrugged, “Nothing,” but I noted the way his pupils dilated when his eyes met mine again. Then he held his out for me to take. A silent invitation.
Before I could even take a step Lucien’s hand was gripping my arm and a growl ripped its way out of Eris’s throat — possessive and protective. My eyes never left my mate, not even as he glared at his brother. Lucien sighed once he realized I wasn’t going to look at him, “I know I can’t stop you so… be careful, Y/n. He’s not safe.” But you didn’t want safe, you wanted him.
You still didn’t look at Lucien as you ripped your arm free of his hold, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lucien. Enjoy the rite.” My voice sounding sharper than I intended, but this would likely be the only night I would have with Eris, my mate and we were wasting time.I made my way towards Eris and he was still glaring at his youngest brother when I finally stood before him.
He was the most beautiful male I had ever seen. Dressed in Autumn Court colors, his clothes — all dark wine red with gold threading, all finely made — cut close enough to his body that I could see how magnificent he was. Anyone with eyes could see that by the way they clung to his muscular body. Eris wasn’t bulky with muscles he was more so lean. His red shoulder length hair dancing in the night spring breeze like living flames. And his amber eyes seemed to be gifts from the sun as they both glowed the same shade of gold.
We were standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body and his scent. His scent was intoxicating — cedar, citrus and crackling fires — invading all of my senses and before I could even stop myself I was in his arms. He was so tall that I had to stand on the tips of my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. Not even a second later I felt his arms immediately wrap around my waist, holding me to him.
One second we were standing in fields of the Spring Court, the next the world seemed to fold in on itself as we winnowed and now we were standing in a cabin. My body wanted to stay near him but the years of training that were drilled into me had me pulling away taking in my surroundings. Eris seemed to still as I looked around, “Where are we ?” I asked.
“My home away from home.”
I only nodded my head, letting him know I had heard him as I continued to look around. The cabin itself was beautiful; floor to ceiling mahogany and autumn court color and style furnishings. It was very much Eris. The small living room had the fire place going but I heard wood crackling from the back of the cabin. Tilting my head so I could look past my mates broad shoulders, what looked like a bedroom door was open and just past it in the room was a bookshelf. A well stocked bookshelf. Eris cleared his throat, voice tight, “Do you like it ?”
I looked at him and gave him a sweet smile, “I like it.”
He threw his head back and laughed and I realized I had never heard a sound so beautiful before. Eris was still laughing when he stepped closer to me, I didn’t back away this time, as he cupped my face in his large hands. Then he leaned down so close that if he spoke our lips would brush against each other… and he did. One word.
“Liar.”
He took a step back and it was my turn to laugh, “I’m not lying,” I said in between giggles.
“Alright, fine. You like it but…”
“But, my favorite color is blue and it’s just a lot of red, orange and yellow everywhere.”
He bowed deeply at the waist — mockingly — “I apologize, little flame, that our cabin is not up to your standards. I vow that the next time you see it will be to your liking.” Eris stood back up to his full height wearing a teasing smile on his face.
I wanted to roll my eyes at his antics and tell him to shut up, but instead I only asked, “Our ?”
“Our.” He affirmed.
I blinked at him, brows furrowed, “Why ?”
“What belongs to me, belongs to my mate. What’s mine is yours, little flame.” Eris said matter of factly.
“About that… how did you find out we were mates ?”
“You.”
“Me ?” He nodded his head, “Eris I need a little more than that.”
He took a step forward until he was right in front of me and I had to crane my neck back to meet his eyes. Then he lifted his right hand that was adorned in gold rings and tucked my hair behind my left ear. “Since last winter, when you made it over the wall, I’ve been dreaming of you every night. And every morning since then I’ve had the same nightmare.”
“What nightmare ?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.
“You’re not by my side when I wake up,” he breathed.
The way he was looking at me, like he was drinking in the fact that I was still here. That I was actually here and I realized I was doing the same thing.
I don’t know how much time passed before he spoke again, “How did you find out ?”
“The Suriel told me.”
His brows furrowed, “You ensnared a Suriel ?”
“No, he found me.”
This time his eyes narrowed and he blinked, “The Suriel found you and told you ?”
“Yes.”
“Why ?”
“They’re an old friend,” I shrugged.
Eris shook his head as he gave me a broad smile, “My mate is friends with one of the Suriel.”
I nodded my head, “Mhmm.”
“What did the Suriel tell you ?”
My eyes flickered between his amber eyes and then settled on the crackling fire beside us, “That like me my mate has fire in their blood and we would find each other on Calanmai. You’re heir to the Autumn Court. The both of us bound in flames. Bound to each other.” My eyes met gold ones again, “We have always been meant to burn together." I didn’t tell him that the Suriel also said I was heir to Spring. I couldn’t tell anyone, not yet.
“How did you know I was your mate and not Lucien ?”
“I felt a tugging in my gut — in my chest a couple times like there was a string inside of me and when I saw you it felt warm like it was glowing,” I smiled softly because that same feeling hadn’t gone away yet.
Eris’s eyes tracked my lips movements and I noted the way his pupils dilated and his the way his scent shifted. It was muskier and even though we weren’t in Spring anymore we could still hear, still feel, the pulsating drum beats.
His left hand that was also adorned with gold rings, cupped my face, his thumb swiping against my cheek as he uttered a single question, “Can I kiss you ?”
I felt my cheeks heat and only nodded my head in response not trusting my voice. His nostrils flared and I knew he scented my arousal.
“I need words, little flame. I want to hear it from your lips,” Eris commanded, his voice rough with lust.
“Yes, please.” My voice a breathy sensual whisper.
His large hands cupped my face and then he was surging forward, our mouths met with a desperate need, it was all teeth and tongue. He was savoring every brush of your tongue against his, every drag of your lips, eagerly exploring every part of you. You both knew what you wanted — needed — and were going to take it.
His hands moved from my face to roaming over my figure before settling on my ass making me moan into his mouth. I buried my hands in his hair, it was soft beneath my fingertips as I tugged and pulled on it. Making him groan into my mouth every time I did.
We both begrudgingly pulled away needing to catch our breaths. Eris’s eyes darkened as he took me in, “You are so beautiful,” he murmured panting softly.
I felt my cheeks redden at his words and shook my head, looking down at our feet.
His hands titled my head up, making me meet his eyes, “I’m serious, little flame, you’re beautiful. You are a goddess… My goddess.” You were going to brush him off but the sincerity in his eyes and voice made you believe it.
“Then prove it. Worship me, Eris,” my voice was breathy and raw with lust. We were both succumbing to the effects of the magic felt on Fire Night. The drumbeats were now pounding and pulsating rapidly and something shifted in both of us. You needed him and he needed you in any and every way you could have each other. Neither one of you knew who moved first, but the both of you began tearing at each others clothes, your mouths meeting again.
Once you were both bare before each other, you pulled away again drinking him. Your mate was beautiful, his body was powerfully built, corded in muscles as if the Mother herself carved him from marble just for you. His body was sparsely littered in scars, the pink raised skin stark in comparison to his porcelain skin and you had no doubt he’d had more on his back.
You were for once grateful that the blood spell your mother used on you covered your scars. You wouldn’t ask him about his scars, in a way they made him more beautiful to you, but mine were more brutal than anything.
Both of our chests heaving as we drank in the sight of each other. Breath hitching when I saw him, hard and at attention. He was long and thick, I knew it was going to hurt, but some fucked up part of me wanted it to. Wanted to feel every glorious inch and vein of him as he buried himself in your cunt. Licking my lips at the thought of him inside of me.
And he’s licking his lips when he sees your cunt glistening with arousal. The both of you make eye contact and I don’t know what he sees on my face, but the sight of it had him closing his eyes as a groan fell from his kiss swollen lips. Then he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and carried you to the only bed in the cabin.
Eris kissed you again, like a starved man who couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. He pulled away only to start kissing and biting the tanned skin of your jaw, neck and chest. The only sounds coming from the both of you were lewd moans and groans as he laid you atop the soft bed.
Climbing on top of you, he trails his tongue down your neck, swirling it around your hardened nipples and between your breasts. Down your tummy and between your thighs. All while leaving kisses behind.
“Eris,” his name was a plea and prayer on my lips.
He moved to sit back on his haunches as his eyes rove over your body before settling on your soaked cunt, “Yes, little flame ?”
“I need you,” I whimper.
“Have you—“ he shudders as his jaw and hands clench and unclench. His eyes darkening with the promise of violence, “Have you ever been with—“
You don’t even let him finish the question, “No… just you.”
He visibly relaxes and smiles, “Gods, the Mother really made you just for me,” he says under his breath to himself. Amber eyes meet yours, “I’m going to be the first and only male to ruin you,” he promises.
“So what are you waiting for Eris, ruin me,” you tilt your head at him, your mouth curving into a teasing smirk.
Without another word he settles himself between your thighs and puts your legs over his shoulders. His large hands holding your thighs apart as he licked a single long broad stripe through your folds. Digging his fingers into your soft skin, groaning at the sweet taste of you on his tongue and your hands fist the sheets beneath you at the feeling.
Back arching off the bed as his tongue flicks your clit, “Oh… f— fuck Eris,” you cry out in pleasure. Then he circles and swirls his tongue before sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You start to squirm beneath him as he savors you, heat begins pooling in your lower tummy, but his large hands keep you spread and in place for him. Sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of his tongue entering you, “Eris, Eris, Eris !” His name a prayer on your lips and he is your god.
Muscles tensing as his tongue leaves you feeling empty, but then he goes right back to sucking on your swollen clit. Your walls spasming and contracting on nothing as the heat in your belly turns to fire and spreads throughout your body. Time seems to stop as he begins to suck harshly, the sheets fisted in your hands ripping out of pleasure and then you shattered.
Your mates name on your lips as you fall apart.
Eris doesn’t give you to time to catch your breath as he moves to sit on his knees beside your still trembling body. One of his hands plays with your tits while he uses the other to run through your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers, your hips jerking up in response.
Then he’s moving his hand that was playing with your tits, resting it atop your lower belly as he buries two slicked covered fingers into your cunt. Eris moves them in and out at a relentless pace fucking you with them, pushing down a bit applying pressure on your belly with his other hand, as he curls them inside of you. Hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has you crying out in pleasure.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
Your nerves, your entire body feels like it’s on fire.
“Eyes on me or I stop.”
It takes everything in you to open your eyes, but you do. The sight of him nearly taking your breath away entirely. His red hair was mused, blown pupils with small rings of gold around them, his mouth and chin covered in your slick and a smug smirk on his lips.
“That’s it’s, little flame. Eyes on me,” he coos. Walls fluttering around his fingers at his words, his voice, him. The coil inside of me tightening, legs shaking and then the coil snapped.
You were a babbling incoherent mess as you squirted, soaking his fingers, your thighs and sheets beneath you. “Good fucking girl,” he praised, but he didn’t stop. I couldn't tell where one climax ended and the second began as continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me relentlessly. You didn’t know how many times he made you squirt before he stopped.
Your body was still shaking and your chest still heaving as he licked a long stripe from your sensitive cunt, making you whimper, up to your lips. Kissing you and then swiping his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission, your tongue met his, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
Eris pulled back smiling proudly at you before placing a soft gentle kiss on your forehead, “You did so good, little flame.” You looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Can you keep going or do you want to sleep ?”
I knew if I said I wanted to stop he would stop, but I also knew this might be only night I get to be with him and I wasn’t going to waste it. So I nodded my head.
He chuckled, “I need words,” he pushed my hair out of my face, “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice raw and hoarse from all the pleasure.
Eris kissed me on the forehead again, praising me, “Atta girl.”
I was still panting softly when he rose from the bed and said he would be right back, he left the bedroom, coming back with two glasses of water in hand. “Drink up, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” I didn’t even reach for the water as I stared at him, his cock, unabashedly. Eris was still hard as rock — just from looking at you. Since he saw you bare before him.
The sight of him, his tip red and angry had you running your tongue over your lips, hungry to feel him in your mouth. You didn’t say anything as you crawled to him, to where he was standing at the side of the bed and wrapped your hand around him.
He hissed when you pumped him a few times which only motivated you do more, so you could see how’d he react. But before you could, Eris stopped you pulling your hand away, “Drink,” he ordered.
Taking the glass of water from his hand you gulped it down greedily. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you were knocking back the glass. Practically chugging it as water trickled down from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. Eris only shook his head, chuckling, “Good ?” Taking both of your empty glasses and setting them on the nightstand.
I nod, giving him a shy smile, wiping the water off my chin with the back of my hand, “Good.”
His hand wraps around my neck, guiding me to where he wants before he leans down to kiss me hungrily. Then I’m wrapping my hand around his length, pumping and twisting slowly, his hips bucking in response to my touch.
The both of you pull away from the kiss and he groans as you grip him harder and pick up the pace. Letting out a shuddering exhale as you lay on your stomach infront of him, biting your lip, enjoying how your mate reacts to your touch. Stroking him a couple more times before licking a long broad stripe on the underside of length.
Eris lets out a lewd moan as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. His hands brushing my hair back as I lightly lap at his sensitive tip, savoring the taste of the salty bead of precum that was on it.
Kiss swollen lips part to take him, making me gag as his cock hits the back of my throat, “Oh fuck,” Eris rasps out. Hollowing my cheeks as I pull almost all the way back. Making eye contact as I swirl my tongue around his tip, working his long thick length with my hand, the other playing with his balls. “Mother’s tits,” he groans.
Lips wrapping around the head of his cock as I guide his hands to grip my hair. His amber eyes twinkle when he realizes what I want him to do, “Are you sure, little flame ? I won’t be gentle.” I hum a ‘yes’ to him as best I can with him in my mouth. The feral look in his eyes matches the smirk he wears and he doesn’t waste another second.
Not as he tightens the hold he has on my hair and mercilessly bucks his hips into my mouth. Eyes watering as I sputter around his cock, “That’s it… fucking take it like a good, little slut,” he growls.
Tears run down my cheeks and saliva runs down my chin as he fucks my mouth. My hips grind on nothing in response to the obscene noises he makes and the lewd sounds of him roughly bucking his hips into my warm mouth. Then he’s suddenly pulling me off of him and crashing his lips to my slick swollen ones. Before I can even catch my breath he’s swirling his tongue around mine.
He pulls away, both breathing heavily, he presses his forehead against mine. He chuckles, “You alright ?”
I nod my head, “Mhm.”
“Gods I wanted to finish in your mouth, but I’d rather finish in you,” He confesses.
“Please,” you breathe and he nods his head.
Then he’s moving, positioning you in the middle of bed and sliding a plush pillow beneath your head, as he sits on his knees between your thighs. He sighs contentedly, scanning you from head to toe, “Gods, my beautiful beautiful, mate.”
You sit up on your elbows, wrapping your right hand around his cock and stroke him, “My beautiful beautiful, mate,” you repeat back to him. The smile Eris gives you, gives you butterflies and then he’s leaning forward capturing your lips in a way you could only describe as loving.
His left hand cups the side of my face as he lays me back down, still kissing me and his large right hand covers the one I have wrapped around his cock. Then he’s rubbing the tip of it through my folds, hips jerking when it rubs over my clit as he swallows my moans.
Pulling back, pressing your forehead to his chest, “Eris… please…” you whimper.
“Please what, little flame,” he chuckles darkly and I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smirking.
“Fuck me—“ My voice dies in my throat at the feeling of his cock pushing into me. My hands move to grip his bicep as I hiss out in pain, I know i’m wet enough but he’s just so big. Eris continues pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully buried in my cunt.
My chest heaving at the lingering hint of pain, but he doesn’t move, letting me stretch and adjust to his size. He just places kisses all over my face as I adjust, “You’re doing so good,” he praises. “Take your time.”
We stay there not moving and he just continues to kiss me and talk me through it for a couple minutes longer.
Letting out a shaky breath, I utter one word, “Move.”
That’s all it takes for him to start slowly rolling his hips, my walls fluttering around him, making him groan. “Fuck,” he drawls out. Eris continues fucking into me with slow but precise rolls of his hips, but he’s starting to tremble with restraint from holding himself back. Not wanting to hurt his sweet little mate.
But any hint of lingering pain is long gone and I want — need — him to ruin me. “Eris ?”
“Yes ?” He grits out.
“I need you harder… faster,” I murmur against his skin.
His hips still for a second, then he’s throwing my legs over his broad shoulders, hips snapping against the back of my thighs and ass as he fucks into me at an impossibly fast pace. This new position making me cry out as his tip repeatedly hits my sweet spot, “Ohh f-fuck Eris !”
“Gods… you take me well,” he says between pants, “You were made for me, little flame.” Then he sets your legs back down and puts his hands down on the bed, beside your tits as he deeply thrusts into you, causing you to throw your head back into the pillow. Screwing your eyes shut and screaming his name out while my nails scratch his back.
He lets out a hiss that has me opening my eyes, scanning his face, I open my mouth to ask if I hurt him. But he quickly shakes his head ‘no,’ “I — I just feel you, little flame.” He reassures me, shifting his hips at another angle, hitting spots he hadn’t hit before.
“Fuuuck, Eris.” I cry out, my hands finding his back again, scratching.
"Look at you," he murmured as he moved inside me.
I manage to rise up enough to see where we were joined — to see his cock pulling almost all the way out before disappearing back into my body. And the sight of it wrecked me so thoroughly that it pushed me right over the edge. My mates name on my lips as I fell as he worked me through my orgasm.
We stay like that for a little while longer — him rutting into me — then he’s flipping us around so I’m on top. He doesn’t even move yet and my body shudders, the fit so much deeper in this position.
I press my hand against my lower belly and gasp, his cock twitching inside of me. He has a smug smirk on his face, “See, you were made for me. We’re a perfect fit.”
I lean down to kiss him, and then whisper in his ear, “I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”
Eris sucks in sharp breath and now it’s his turn to beg, “Please, little flame.” So I sat up, hands braced on his broad chest, and rode him.
Eris howled my name — thrusting his hips up to meet mine — like the devotee of a god. My tits bouncing wildly in his face as I rode him, faster, harder. His fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, no doubt leaving bruises behind in their wake. “Touch me…” I breath, my voice dripping sin.
Grinding my hips down on him as he moved his hands to grope my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples. His touch making goosebumps appear and spread all over my body. Breath hitching every time my swollen clit rubbed against the muscle of his abs. His own pleasure making his abs twitch only adding to my own pleasure. Causing heat to build in my belly from the friction.
I braced my hands on his chest again, slamming my ass against his hips, drowning out the drumbeats that still sounded outside for Calanmai. The only thing I could hear was the sound of skin slapping skin and our sounds of pleasure.
Then he pulled me against him so we were chest to chest, wrapping his arms around my back, jackknifing up into me relentlessly. “Be a good little mate and fucking take it,” he grits out. The fire in my belly turning to molten lava. My hands fisting the sheets at his sides before biting into his shoulder.
It looked like they were glowing with starlight, or maybe my own vision fractured as release barreled into me again like a lightning strike.
And Eris found his, gasping my name over and over as he grinded my hips onto his with a bruising grip. His cock twitching as he spilled himself in me. My walls spasming and contracting around him, milking every last drop of his cum, as he held me there on him until he was well and truly empty.
When we were done, I remained atop him with him still inside of me and he still had a hand on my hip, while the other played with my hair.
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lokis-army-77 · 1 year
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Dinner for Three
Demon!Eddie Munson x Human!female reader x Angel!Steve Harrington
Word Count: 2208
It's date night with two supernatural beings and before reader can eat dinner, she becomes the meal.
Warning: 18+ unprotected sex, double penetration, anal fingering, and sex (female receiving), p in v, threesome
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Everyone knows that old saying that you have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Well, some don't realize that it is a very true statement, at least for me. Either a blessing or a curse, I had somehow been granted the presence of two supernatural beings in the form of two of the hottest guys I'd ever had the pleasure of interacting with. 
At first, their presence were just whispers, helping me to make decisions. Then slowly, for unknown reasons, they began to manifest themselves in physical forms. I had met Steve at the grocery store one afternoon and soon after I met Eddie at a bar in town while I was out to drink with a couple of my friends. I kept running into them more and more until we eventually started to hang out separately. It wasn’t until I saw the both with one another in town that we started to hang out just the three of us.
Now, I had no intention of falling head over heels for these two, especially after they told me what they were, but here we were, on date night number three. We each sat at my small dining room table, Eddie was on my right, while Steve was on my left. I had barely gotten to take a sip of my wine when I felt soft and calloused fingers sipping up my legs and under the skirt of my dress. I tried pushing them away with my own hands, but they were back in an instant. 
“Can you two stop, I’m trying to enjoy this dinner?” I looked between both of them. 
Eddie just smiled his wicked grin as he massaged his fingers into the fat of my thigh. “How can I stop when you look so delicious? I may just skip straight to dessert.”
“That may be the best idea you’ve ever had Demon,” Steve answered, his own soft fingers traveling further up my leg. 
I gulped. Having the attention of both of them at the same time was overwhelming but somehow comforting at the same time. When both of them looked at me the way they were now, with sultry stares and tongues darting out to moisten their lips, it made butterflies flutter in my stomach and I struggled to deny myself the pleasure they could give me. 
I tried to ignore them, to pick up my fork and eat the pasta it had taken me so long to prepare. Yet, in the end, when Eddie leaned over and began nibbling on my earlobe, the metal utensil fell from my grasp and clattered onto the plate. Steve wasn’t that far behind and eventually, his lips kissing down the column of my neck had me whimpering. 
My legs squeezed together involuntarily. The two of them caught on quickly to the way they were starting to make me feel and quickly removed us from the table. Eddie stood up first, pulling me along with him. His hands were all over the skin of my arms which was exposed by my dress. 
“How you torment me so, little human. You could bring a god to his knees.” His lips attached themselves to mine. A moan caught in my throat as he kissed me so sinfully. 
Steve, practically crawled up my body, worshiping every curve and patch of skin. Slowly, he began to unzip the back of the dress, lips kissing my shoulder and down my back as he let the fabric fall, leaving my body bare. 
“Nothing underneath, you dirty little minx.” He smiled, hands filling up the curves of my ass. His hands travel up the length of my body and pull my face away from Eddie, pulling me in for his own kiss. 
I can hear Eddie groan as he takes both my breasts into his hands, squeezing them softly before latching onto the right one with an open mouth. I can't help but gasp out at the overwhelming feeling of both of them. 
“Want to ruin you, Pretty Girl.” Mumbles Eddie around my nipple. His fingers play with the left one for a while, pinching and pulling at it before his mouth and hand switch places. 
“Want to play with you, Darling. Give you something you’ve never experienced.” Steve whispers in my ear. 
I roll my head back onto his shoulder. “What do you want to give me?” I ask in a daze. 
Eddie takes that moment to pop off my nipple, rising to his full height and looking me dangerously in the eye. “The angel and I have talked and we would like for you to take both of us.” 
I look at each of them back and forth, “B-both? But I’ve never…” 
Eddie nods, reaching his hand up to cup my cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin soothingly. “We know. But with a slow pace and a bit of magic, I have no doubt you will be able to do it.” 
“He’s right, love. You can do it.” Steve is brushing the stray hairs away from my shoulder as he peppers kisses there. 
I gulp but ultimately I am not afraid. I have taken both of them separately before and in either entrance, the two of them should be no problem together. 
“O-okay.” I nod. “We can try.”
“Good.” They both speak at the same time. 
The next thing I know, Eddie is lifting my right leg up onto his hip. At a snap of his fingers, his clothes were gone. I could feel his hard cock poking into my thigh. 
Looking behind me, Steve too had no clothes on as his palms transverse my skin. Down, down, down he went before finally stopping and groping at the globes of my ass. 
Feeling them on me together was a new sort of high. My heart pounded in my chest as adrenaline poured through me. Each soft touch and firm grasp had my head spinning around and around. It was hard to focus on just one of them, so I closed my eyes trying to slow the spinning down. 
“You ready baby?” One of them asked. At this point, even their voices had melded together. 
I nodded my head anyway, ready for whatever they would throw at me. My body jostled a bit and then I felt the hard head of a cock being pressed along my slit. ‘Eddie,’ I thought, whimpering. He toyed his cock through my wetness, making sure to place pressure on my clit. 
Both Eddie and Steve laugh as my hips buck into him, searching for more. Eventually, he pushed his head into my entrance. He let out a loud guttural groan, filling the room, as I stretched around him. He felt amazing. 
“Fuck, yes.” I gasped, fingers gripping Eddies toned biceps, nails digging crescents into the skin. 
“Does demon cock feel good in your tight pussy, Darling?” Steve asks as he leans into my ear, licking up the shell. “Imagin how good it will be when I take your ass.” 
“Please, Stevie. Need you too.” My head lulls back onto his shoulder. 
“Patience baby, need to warm you up first. S’gonna be such a big stretch.” 
“I can take it,” I whine frantically, in need of as much pleasure as they could give me. 
Steve only hums. His hands massage my skin before a steady finger begins to circle the puckered hole. All the while, Eddie is slowly pumping into me at a torturing pace, he might as well have been standing still with how slow it was. 
“Take her other leg will you?” Steve asks over my head and Eddie obliges, taking my other leg my the thing and sliding it up. He was holding me now, cock hitting deeper as it seared into me.
My ass was spread wider and steve’s finger entered me. I arched my back, pushing against Eddie, at the intrusion. “Feels so good, Stevie.” I moan. 
And this is where magic entered. Normally it would take more than a few fluid pumps for his finger to stretch me out but as he started to push a second finger in, scissoring the two inside me, I knew something was aiding in the process. I didn’t mind though, as it felt amazing and had both my cunt and ass clenching in need. I worried my lip between my teeth and moaned breathlessly. 
“Look at you, taking my cock and his fingers. You’re such a good girl aren’t you?” Eddie coos. 
I have no words, mouth hanging open taking in sharp, quick breaths. It’s honestly a struggle to nod my head as an answer. 
Steve inserts a third finger and I cry out, clinging tightly to the demon holding me up. “More, more, more,” I mumble. There is a need bubbling up in my stomach and I can't begin to explain how much I need to be filled completely. 
“You heard her angel, she wants more.” Eddie snickers, hips snapping once, twice, into me harshly before going back to a slow pace. 
My back is pressed further into Steve’s chest and I whimper. Our combined body heat had me shaking. “You ready Darling?” He questions, fingers still working. 
I nod, biting my lip hard to keep my noises down but that failed when Steve replaced his fingers with his cock. Slowly but surely he pushed his fat length into me, stretching me around him impossibly far. 
A long drawn-out moan escaped from my lips. “Fuck, Steve.” Tears welled in my eyes as I was spread out and filled with the two biggest cocks I had ever taken. On their own, this would have felt great, but together? Together they touched every spot I needed and then some, making me feel like I had died and gone to heaven. 
Slowly, in tandem, the two men moved. I could feel every vein and ridge on them. It was quickly sending me over the edge. Sweat poured from my body, limbs staring and holes contracting as I was used between them. Eddie had my legs held over his forearms and his hands stretching my ass cheeks out to hold me up but to also clear Steve's way. Steve was holding my upper body up, as I had gone limp in their hold and would have fallen over if it wasn't for his strong arms wrapping around me, one hand cupping my breast and the other moving to lazily swipe at my clit. 
Stars began to appear in my blurry vision once they picked up the pace. They both fucked into me like it would be the last time they would ever do so. Eddie continuously pounded into my g-spot and with the added effort of Steve's fingers, and the fullness of both my ass and cunt, an orgasm was on its way. My whole body went ridged and my toes curled.
“I- I’m gonna. Ah! I’m gonna-” I cried, big blueberry tears of pleasure now falling down my face. 
“That’s it, Pretty girl. Give it all to us.” Eddie dives in pressing his lips to my open mouth, swallowing my moans and gasps. 
Steve hums in my ear, “You’re doing so well. Taking both of us so well. Fuck, you were really made to take both of us.”
I moan in response, fingers digging into the skin of Eddie's arms. Working me through my orgasm. They each began to grunt loudly. The sounds melded together perfectly, creating a musical experience in the room accompanied by the percussion of skin slapping skin. 
Their once fluid motions began to fall off when my holes continued to flutter around them, squeezing tightly. Each thrust became just a little more erratic, the rhythm no longer there. Now, they were each fucking me like they wanted, taking the last of what they needed before letting themselves fill me full. 
I cried out when Eddie’s hips came to a sudden stop deep within me. Soon something hot poured into my cunt and I know he was finished. Steve was close behind, rutting into my ass before letting out a strained gasp, cum shooting out, coating my walls. 
They stood there for a moment, breathing hard, holding me high in their arms. 
"God, you were amazing." They harmonized. I laughed, exhaustion taking over.
My body was pliant as they each pulled out, leaving my holes gapping and then clenching around nothing. An intense shudder rippled through me at the feeling. 
Eddie kept me in his arms and carefully carried me to my bedroom where Steve cleaned me up. I was so tired out that as I closed my eyes my hearing was going in and out. I could barely hear the whispers the two men were sharing. Whining, I reached out to them, and then suddenly I was hit with the warmth of each of them as they climbed in beside me and sandwiched me between them once more. 
"Did such a good job " praised Steve, fingers playing in my hair. 
"The best," Eddie confirmed, lips peppering small kisses up the side of my face. "Get some sleep, sweetheart, you've earned it."
I spoke not a word, only humming in a response to them before snuggling further into Steve's chest and falling asleep.
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zae5 · 3 months
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Do I make you feel sick?
Aemond x niece reader
Summary: A princess confronts the ghosts of her past.
Word count: 1.7k
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She doesn't know what possesses her as she lunges at him, arms flying everywhere, nails clawing at whatever part of him she can hurt. They fall to the ground in a heap, with her screaming and hitting his chest with her fists in quick succession before trying to get to his eye. He flips her over just as she manages to scratch his cheek, hissing as he pins her arms above her head, caging her with the weight of his body.
“Have you had enough?” he huffs impatiently. 
She spits at him aiming for his good eye in response, making him growl and grab her neck in warning. Her eyes widen in fear as she sees him look at her with malice. She struggles to breathe as she realizes it is the first time she's seen the likes of it on his face. His grip relents when he feels her gasping, enough to let her know he's unwilling to kill her. There is a silent warning in his eye, which she accepts with a difficult nod making him relax his hold on her neck letting her breathe at last. She sputters and coughs as he brings his face close to her hammering pulse, biting her neck harshly.
“Why” she whimpers beneath him.
“You know why” he mumbles against the shell of her ear “I was owed a debt”
“At what cost” she spits, angling her face towards his “You've ruined us, destroyed our family”
“He was never mine to begin with”
“But I was,” she croaks as he runs his nose along her cheek.
“You are a liar and a cheat” she breathes against him “Did your hatred not extend to the bastard you laid with”
He chuckles in response pulling her up with him to he sit on his haunches “It seems I've gotten my hands on every last Strong except you”
“What has become of you” she spits in disgust, his moniker lingering at the tip of her tongue.
“Say it, every bit of it is true. I'm just like you”
“I’ve done nothing which wasn't expected of me”
“No, only shed innocent blood for your  mother’s cause”
“I had no part in it” she chokes out  “I didn't wish for him to die”
He gazes at her with mistrust twisting her arms behind her back feeling her riding leathers for a weapon.
“It matters not, little traitor. You made your choice” he hums thoughtfully “Do you know what they said when they murdered Jaehaerys? A son for a son they claimed as they slit his throat” 
She shivers as he pulls her to stand, turning her around to face the trees brandishing the dagger she'd kept hidden beneath her tunic. “Helaena is lost to her grief. They say losing a child does that to a mother, takes away all her sanity. I shall repay yours with justice of my own” he says drumming his fingers across her belly “I know how much you've wanted this, for us to be a family. We'll finally have all that you crave for.”
“You are depraved” she shivers, making him chuckle humorlessly.
“I am what you've made me byka nūmio, you can't escape your fate anymore.”
She twists and thrashes in his grasp as brandishes her blade against her neck, clicking his tongue in response. 
“I despise you,” she whispers. “There is nothing you can do to make me lie with you”
He ignores her as he speaks again “Where is your little dragon, hmm. She seems to have left you all alone.”
She looks around in fright, unable to locate Naerax. The trees around her feel eerily quiet, with no sign of anyone apart from both of them breathing heavily. 
“What have you done to her?”
He chuckles in response. “Fear not she is nearby, uniting with her own. Vhagar shall take good care of her”
“Let me go”
“Didn't you come here to find me” he smirks, nicking her neck watching a column of blood trail down her skin.
“I came here to kill you”
He laughs heartily as he spins her around, sheathing her dagger before effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder “What has your mummer queen's cause come to if they've sent you to accomplish such a task.”
“You don't think I'm capable of it?” she replies, trying to kick him.
“Mayhaps, but I know you far better. Your mother was a fool to test your loyalty”
“I am nothing but” she all but screams.
“Indeed, yet to who begs the question” he smirks, hauling her towards the trees.
“Has all the smoke gotten to your head qyybor. You are a fool to think I'll ever betray my family just as you were to leave King’s landing.” She feels him stiffen as they pass through the canopy, his grip tightening on her. (Uncle)
“I have waited out this war to claim what is owed to me and your tantrums shall be the last thing standing between what I want” he says as she tries to reach the dagger sheathed near his waist.
“I've caught you now byka mittys” he says, pulling her braid to face him, eye glinting in the dark as he smiles at her with glee. “Rest, you'll need it in the days to come” (little fool)
The last thing she sees before she goes limp in his arms are spots of green through the mist shrouding them.
She wakes up to the night sky, clear and starry, as she rubs her eyes. There is a fire kindled before her with a woman turned away from where she now sits awake, staring into it as she grinds something in her hands. 
“Be welcome princess, it's been a while” she says without turning to face her. Her voice rings in her ears, unnaturally shrill as she tries to catch a peek of her face.
“You must be the fire witch”
“I have many names. Most call me Alys”
“Where am I?”
“You are safe, as he would have it”
She glances around trying to find him at her admission, perplexed at the strangeness of her surroundings. They appear to be near a small clearing hidden unnaturally from the rest of the land.
“He shall return soon, you need not worry for him”
“I do not”
Green eyes turn to her, deep and cold as they regard her with mirth. “You are as he spoke of, young and foolish”
She fights the urge to bite back as she responds “You know nothing of me”
Her words evoke the strange woman's laughter, a shrieking sinister sound, rattling her before a few ravens croak near the skyline. 
“Be grateful for his affection, princess” she says mockingly “For that is what is keeping you alive”
“As it has been serving you, I suppose” she says, staring at her swollen womb with distaste.
“Oh yes, but I'm far more useful than a lost girl without her dragon” she snickers. 
“What do you see in the flames? I've heard whispers of your visions.”
“Things that have and will come to pass” she replies cryptically.
“Must be lonely to know he's keeping you with him for your gift” she replies snarkily, noticing her frame stiffen in response. 
“Do not antagonize her too much dōna” she hears as she feels him towering behind her. (Sweet)
She huffs in annoyance as he regards her before walking past her to hand the witch something. She sees her take it before retreating into the forest, leaving them alone again.
“Where is Naerax”
“Asleep, as you were a while ago”
“Why are you keeping me here”
“What do you have to return to? You're far away from home” he bites back. “Or does a certain bastard await your return” he asks, twirling her dagger in his hand.
She stares at him incredulously laughing at his response. “Addam? Nyke daor pāsagon ao” (I cannot believe you) “After all that has happened, that is what bothers you”
“It doesn't matter, he shall not live to see you again”
His response elicits another scream as she tackles him to the ground before being flipped over again with force.
“Does the thought of him dying evoke such despair, perhaps I'll have to kill him sooner”
“You are craven. Will you slay the entire realm in your madness”
“Every traitor shall face his due”
“Perhaps you should start with your lover then”
“And here I thought you wished to spare the innocent”
“She is hardly free from blame”
“The child she carries has no part to play”
“Your babe is as treacherous as his father before him”
“The only traitor I see here is you”
“I have never betrayed you. You are a fool to think so”
“I suppose galavanting about with a Velaryon bastard isn't the treachery that you speak of”
“You base your accusations on rumors? Slanders which are nothing but falsehood” she spits “I stand by what I said, I am nothing but loyal”
He lets her go in bewilderment as she feels her cheeks wet with tears. “None of it is true”
He looks away as she speaks, anger flashing in his eye “You were lost to me”
“I was”
“Then I am not to blame”
“You are and you can never absolve yourself of it. I loved you and you betrayed me.”
“You chose your mother”
“As did you”
“Do you think my decisions haven't tormented me? Do you think you're the only one who's suffered? You made me lose everything” he shouts. “I lost the capital. I lost our advantage while you ran around doing as you pleased.”
“You confuse me with yourself,” she scoffs.
“You've tormented me for years. Do not come here and claim that you love me when all you've ever done is left” he remarks with uncontrolled rage.
“And all you've done is find the first woman you could to warm your bed while I mourned my loss, one that you inflicted” she screams back as he moves towards her grabbing her face in his hands. 
“I despise you” she whispers as he brings his face close to hers shaking with emotion
“As do I,” he whispers back, inching closer to her.
It is only fair, she thinks when he consumes her finally. She feels the salt from her tears coat his lips as they move against hers, velvety and soft as he grips her harshly, pulling her closer in haste. She clings to him as they devour each other and when she lunges at him again, pushing him to the floor of her makeshift bed, he relents easily in his own desperation and unrestrained rage of being pulled apart from what was always meant to be theirs.
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libraryofgage · 4 months
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PJO Steddie Six
One | Two | Three | Four | Five
And we back at it again with the PJO AU
The new series on Disney+ right? Like, that's soon and I'm fucking excited to start watching it omfg
Anyway, hope you enjoy this one! A little more Steddie flirting and some of Steve being a goddess's favorite little guy lol
As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P
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"Your, ah, bat," Chiron says, glancing at said weapon leaning against the side of Steve's chair, "it's effective against monsters?"
Around them, the sound of chewing can be heard as the kids descend on the snacks and refilling cups. Dustin, Max, and Erica in particular have chubby cheeks as they shove cookies into their mouths. In comparison, Steve hasn't touched a thing on the table. Not because he doesn't want to, of course, but because he'd rather avoid Lucas inadvertently biting him (it's happened before, he doesn't want it to happen again).
"Max's mom gave us some Celestial bronze, Dustin figured out how to melt it down, and Will suggested embedding nails in a reinforced bat. So we did," Steve explains, shrugging once.
Sitting in the chair directly to the left of Chiron is Eddie, his fingers drumming on the table as he looks between Steve and the centaur. He's been like that for the past 15 minutes, managing to keep quiet unless he's answering a question or adding a detail about their drive up that Steve missed. It's odd to see him so....restrained, but Steve can tell he's trying to be on his best behavior, likely to give him and the kids a better chance of staying.
Chiron hums in thought, considering the kids. His gaze lingers on El the longest, watching as she sips milk tea from her cup and passes Mike a bowl of grapes when he asks for it. "And you're sure El's powers aren't permanent?" Chiron finally asks.
Steve nods once. "We've timed it before. Worst cases fade in a few hours. Since El and I are related, she can't freeze me," he explains, offering a little more information than he needs to in the hopes of earning Chiron's trust.
The centaur must see through him, but his smile isn't unkind. "I see. And do you know all of their parents? The godly ones, I mean."
Steve nods and points to each kid while listing their godly parent. At the end, he points to himself and adds, "And mine is Zeus, which was probably obvious."
"Just a little," Chiron says. He considers them all for a moment before sighing. "Well, as long as you'll take full responsibility for El and her powers, I am happy to welcome you to Camp Half-Blood."
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Camp Half-Blood is nice.
Steve likes the strawberry fields, he's already looking forward to giving the climbing wall a try, and Eddie's brief mention of Capture the Flag earlier has him regularly glancing at the forest. The kids seem eager to explore, too, with Dustin practically lighting up when Eddie points out the Haphaestus cabin's workshop, Will and Erica looking wistfully at the pegasus stables, Lucas and Max practically vibrating with excitement when they pass the practice arena, Mike nearly breaking off from the group to jump into sparkling water on the beach, and El tugging on Steve's hand excitedly when they pass the archery field.
The tour ends in the middle of the cabins by a fire pit. A young girl is stoking the fire, keeping it going and smiling softly as the flames dance in front of her. She glances up to meet Steve's gaze, and he immediately recognizes her. He's ready to greet Hestia when she subtly shakes her head and turns back to the fire.
Steve forces himself to look away, studying the cabins, instead. There's one for each deity, and several other groups of cabins are scattered around the area like they keep adding more. A path of mismatched stone has been paved from each one to the fire pit, keeping them all connected.
His attention is immediately drawn to a cabin with a cloud and thunderbolt above the door. It looks kind of like a marble box with huge columns, a domed roof, and bronze doors that gleam in the sun. It looks imposing, and Steve can't imagine anyone actually staying in it.
"That'll be your cabin," Eddie says, pulling Steve's attention away. He grins when Steve looks at him, rocking back and forth on his feet. "And that's the Athena cabin, the Aphrodite cabin, the Morpheus cabin, Plutus, and Nemesis. Each has a lead camper in charge of getting new campers settled."
Steve blinks, frowning slightly. "What do you mean?" he asks.
"Well, the kids will stay in the cabins of their godly parents."
"No. They won't."
Eddie pauses, seeming to realize there's a problem. He looks at the cabins, then the kids, back to the cabins, and finally settles his gaze on Steve. "It's possible to visit between cabins, but we've never had a camper, like, not live in their parent's cabin."
"Has anyone tried?"
"Well. No."
"Does anyone live in the Zeus cabin right now?"
The moment Eddie shakes his head, Steve leads the kids toward the Zeus cabin. He feels a little resistance when he reaches the door, but he stubbornly ignores it and crosses the threshold to find an empty space. Well, mostly empty. He blinks, looking over the alcoves with golden eagles and the giant statue of Zeus in the middle. From the inside, the domed roof has mosaic clouds drifting across it with lightning bolts striking out from them.
"You've got to be kidding me," Steve says, frowning as he looks around the cabin. A cursory glance reveals that there is, in fact, a single bed somewhat hidden behind the statue of Zeus.
"I'd rather not sleep with your dad staring at me," Erica says, frowning at the statue before looking up at Steve. "I'm sure the Aphrodite cabin won't be so bad." Despite her words, her tone is reluctant, implying she'd rather not sleep with a bunch of strangers.
Steve closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and turns to look at the kids. Eddie is at the back of the group, watching him with a curious expression. "Okay," Steve says, his tone immediately getting the kids' attention, "I'm going to ask a question, and I want honesty. Who wants to stay in their parent's cabin?"
A few seconds pass in which the kids all glance at each other, silently asking the same question to see if anyone's answer will be different. When none of them raise their hand or say anything, Steve asks, "Does that mean you'd like to stay in a cabin together?"
The kids all nod, and Eddie looks ready to speak when Steve nods and herds the children out of the cabin. He glances at the fire pit, sees Hestia is still there, and tells the group, "Just hold tight."
He strides over to the fire pit and crouches next to Hestia, waiting patiently. After a few moments, the goddess smiles at him and says, "Hello, Steve. Welcome to my hearth. Would you like a cookie?"
Steve nods and takes the chocolate chip cookie that Hestia offers. He doesn't know where she got it from, but he doesn't question it. "Lady Hestia," he says after taking a bite, "I would appreciate your assistance."
"Your father would not appreciate other children in his cabin," she says, her voice gentle and coaxing.
"The kids want to stick together," Steve says, figuring that should be more than enough explanation.
"And what do you want, Steve?"
Steve is about to answer that he wants the same when Hestia meets his gaze. The words die in his throat as he's forced to actually consider the question. What does he want? He wants the kids safe, of course, and they'll be safest with him. But he also finds himself wanting a space of his own, his eyes glancing at Eddie before quickly looking away. He likes the idea of being alone with Eddie, something that likely won't happen unless Steve can put a door between them and the rest of the world.
He takes a deep breath, the two thoughts at war within him. Before he can say anything, though, Hestia smiles. "I'm sure Lord Zeus would prefer you stay in his cabin," she says, a brief flash of dislike crossing her eyes, "so I will work with it."
"And you won't get in trouble?" Steve asks, wondering if he really needs to worry about a goddess. She's doing him a favor, though, so he can't help himself.
"There is little your father can do to me," Hestia says, shrugging as she waves a hand toward Zeus's cabin. Nothing on the outside changes, but Steve knows the inside has been completely overhauled.
He looks at Hestia and smiles brightly. "Thank you," he says, pausing before digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pack of gum. "I can give you something better at dinner, but would you like one?"
Hestia lights up and happily takes a stick, carefully unwrapping it before popping it into her mouth. After chewing a few times, she blows a large bubble, grinning when it bursts a few seconds later. "Thank you," she says, beginning to blow another bubble. A breeze kicks up, sending a slight haze of smoke into Steve's eyes, and by the time he clears it away, Hestia is gone.
Steve stands, brushes non-existent dust off his jeans, and walks back up the steps. "Okay, let's try again," he says, flashing a grin at the kids and Eddie before opening the door.
The cabin has, thankfully, changed on the inside. It now has a skylight in the ceiling, allowing sunlight to stream into the room. There are several bunk beds pushed against the walls and three doors on the opposite side of the cabin. Each of the bunks has one of the kids' names carved into it, and the left-most door on the opposite wall has a small sign with Steve's name right in the middle of it.
"How is Zeus not smiting you right now?" Eddie asks, following the kids into the cabin and staring at everything around him.
Steve shrugs, watching as the kids choose their bunks by throwing themselves onto the beds and splaying their limbs out like starfish. He walks over to the three doors. The far right is a bathroom with multiple stalls and showers and the middle is a storage closet with cleaning supplies. He studies the door with his name on it for a moment before taking a deep breath and opening it.
The room inside is large. Like the main portion of the cabin, the room has a skylight. The walls are ringed with real clouds, all of them fluffy and white and leisurely drifting along. In one corner of the room is a small fountain covered in clouds and tiny carvings of women holding urns and smiling. A small bowl next to the fountain is filled with gold coins, and two oversized chairs are set up in the adjacent corner. The opposite wall is covered in shields and swords with one open spot that Steve knows is for his bat. In the middle of the wall, just above the spot for Steve's bat, a large crystal ball hovers, filled with lightning bolts that streak across it.
As Steve takes it all in, Eddie wanders over to the weapon wall and pokes the crystal ball, the door swinging shut behind him. His hair begins to float and stand on end from the static, and Steve snorts. "Don't mess up your hair even more," he says, grinning at Eddie as he bats his hand away.
When their fingers brush, a tiny shock passes between them, an almost imperceptible arc of lightning connecting their fingers before Steve jerks his hand away. "Sorry," he mumbles, frowning slightly. He can dismiss the other two times this has happened (he was surprised by the pool and barely maintaining control outside the camp), but a third time means it's significant, right?
"Don't apologize," Eddie says, reaching out and poking Steve's hand. Another shock passes, and Eddie grins wide. "It's cool."
"It could hurt you," Steve corrects, sliding back a step only for Eddie to follow. He frowns a little more, backing up again. Eddie follows again. They keep this up, amusement budding in Steve's chest and changing his frown into a smile, until Steve is backed up against the wall and Eddie is crowding into his space.
Eddie lights up like he's won and shifts closer. "You wouldn't hurt me, Stevie," he says, utterly confident in his assessment.
Steve snorts, raising an eyebrow at him. "You barely know me," he says.
"That's easily fixed."
"I could be a terrible person."
"You're not."
"I could be. Maybe this is all an act."
Eddie hums softly, leaning closer until their hands are close to brushing and they're inches apart. A low buzz starts to build under Steve's skin, reaching out to Eddie with such desperation that Steve doesn't think before grabbing his hand. Tiny sparks pass between their palms again, and Steve somehow feels himself calming down.
"I don't mind falling for it," Eddie whispers, his smile softening, and Steve finds himself thinking "it" probably isn't the word Eddie actually wanted to use.
He swallows around a sudden lump of nerves in his throat, lost for words and about to just turn to action (kissing seems like a pretty good action right now) when one of the kids bangs on the door. Eddie jerks back, blinking a few times as his cheeks start to flush. "Steve!" Lucas shouts, knocking on the door again, "C'mon, man, we wanna see more of the camp."
Steve swallows again, noting the way Eddie's gaze drops to his throat, and quickly looks away. He pulls the door open, somewhere between grateful for and annoyed by the interruption. "Have you guys figured out who's sleeping where?" he asks, letting himself get distracted by Lucas rolling his eyes and Dustin shouting about Mike stealing his bunk.
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a special surprise
Rhys x f!Reader
Summary: Day 3, Lingerie with Rhys 
Warnings: smut, rough oral sex, lingere, light d/s dynamics, minors dni! 
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After dinner, you were determined to do something special for Rhys, even if he would say it’s completely unnecessary. He’d been gone since before dawn, and although he wouldn’t tell you, you knew he had a rough day. You rummaged through your closet, finding a golden lace set, one you hadn’t worn in a while. 
“I’m taking a bath,” you yelled, not waiting for a response. The bath was one of the quickest you’ve taken, ever. After, you put on some of your favorite - and his favorite - rose scented oil, and slipped the set on. Beautiful, if a bit uncomfortable.
You slowly opened the door, slipping silently through the hallways, and finding him in one of the sitting rooms, hands tucked in his pockets as he looked over a map on the table.  
“Hello,” You say softly, leaning against the doorway. His head turned, and his eyes widened before a smirk formed on his face. 
“Hello darling.” He purred, stalking towards you in a way that made your pulse flutter. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as he stopped before you, his hands brushing over your ribs, feeling the fabric beneath his fingers. His thumb ran possessively over the column of your neck. 
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He hadn’t seen this particular set in a while. Rhys remembers every single one you have, and loves them all. He never asked you to wear them, letting you choose to put them on when you’d like. His hands pressed under your thighs, and you laughed softly, locking your legs around his waist. Rhys winnowed directly to the bedroom before lowering you to the sheets, his eyes took in every inch of you, listening as your heart rate and breathing sped up. Your skin, soft and smooth underneath his fingers as he traced them along your stomach, fingering the edge of the lace, pulling it slightly before letting it snap back against your skin. A soft moan left you, back arching. He thanks the Mother, every day, for you. 
“Gorgeous.” He murmured, “and all for me.” 
“All yours,” you breathed. 
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Rhys took his time with you, his fingers ghosted over every inch of your skin, and you were soaking wet and he’d barely touched you. You squealed as he pulled be back towards the edge of your bed, peeling the set off of you, painfully slow, but you knew better than to whine or complain. 
“Please,” You begged instead. His eyes lit up with feline amusement. “You’ll have to be more specific than that.” 
“Please touch me, Rhys.” You pushed yourself up, propping on your forearms. “Or can I touch you?” You swallowed harshly. He usually preferred to take his time with you, driving every inch of you crazy before you ‘earned the right’ to feel his cock, as he liked to say. Lust and desire made his eyes darken, and maybe for once you could go first. 
“I won’t be gentle,” he murmured, and you could scent your own arousal flooding the room. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” 
“Yes.” You breathed. You want all of his frustrations, all of his anger, to be that outlet and person for him - in any way you can. His hands trailed down your front, sending your back arching as his thumb brushed over your nipples - the lace rubbing against them. 
“On your knees my love.” His hands pulled you off the bed, switching your positions. You carefully undid the laces on his pants as your hands shook with each movement. “Hands behind your back,” he murmured as he noticed. You followed his instructions without question, and nearly salivated as he adjusted his pants just enough so his length would come out. As much as you love seeing his naked body there’s something erotic about him being fully clothed in front of you, as you’re left almost completely bare. 
“This pretty little mouth, all mine to use,” he commented, almost absentmindedly, running his fingers through your hair. 
“All yours.” You replied, unable to take your eyes away from his. One finger tapped your cheek, and you parted your lips. His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to the perfect angle to take him. You teasingly ran your tongue up his length, before one hand fisted the back of your hair, the other guiding himself inside you. His eyes closed in pleasure, the quiet moans leaving him as you swirled your tongue around. He groaned as his movements sped up, his hand pressing you down, forcing you to take him more and more. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructed, and you listened, following his every instruction. 
“Look at you, taking me so well.” He praised, and his hands gripped you tighter, as he thrust into you without abandon. A sense of pride filled you as it took mere minutes for him to spill down your throat. You swallowed each bit, licking your lips to make sure you got every last drop.
As soon as you had, he tugged you up and tossed you on the bed, chuckling as you squealed. 
“I might not take this off you,” he murmured as you propped yourself up on your forearms. 
“Really?” 
He hummed, running a finger up your core, lightly pinching your clit. You let out something between a whimper and a moan, your legs instinctively trying to close but Rhys used his knees to keep them parted, sending a warning glance at you before kneeling between your thighs. You groaned as his teeth scraped over the fabric, one finger running underneath the edges of it.
“Let’s see how many we can get out of you, darling.”
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