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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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coaxed you into paradise

Chapter One: Brown Eyes. Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.

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SHE COULDN'T remember the day she fell in love with Daemon. Only that the fall was a glorious one. Perhaps there was an allure in something clandestine, how they'd both live of stolen glances and crave each other's touch at night.

There was a thrill in something that you cannot have. "Should I give you a kiss before you leave?" Saera jokes as Daemon begins to put on his armor. He wasn't a bulky man, but you could see that he had muscles — his nose was defined and his eyes were lilac purple.

"What thrill would I have from something I am entitled to?" he replies as he pecks her lips gently. It would be another eon before they meet again. She sighs under his touch and leans into his embrace. "I will miss you," she whines as he chuckles lightly.

He'll be in Driftmark, meeting his future wife — Laena Velaryon. The next time he'll return, he'd be a married man. But not untouchable — not when his heart still belonged to the woman inside Saera Strong.

"I'll miss you more," he replies as he presses another kiss to her forehead. She reaches for his shoulders, and allows her hands to touch the coldness of his armor. "When you come back," she starts as she meets his eyes.

"You'll be a different person, but I'll still be the same. The same loving, the same passion..." she ended as his arms slowly crept onto her neck. He presses another needy kiss unto her temples, "Your father should've allowed me to take your hand in marriage." he spat as she laughed.

Her white locks blowing with the wind. "My father listens to no one, and sees no reason. You should've stolen me, and made me your wife." she retorts as she plays with the corners of his metal armor.

She pleaded for him to take her. It was her wedding with Ser Harwin Strong — and every night after that, was one filled with the darkest of regrets. "Now you'll have to leave me alone. With my husband who defiles our vows every night, with my sister who doesn't know any better." she tries to persuade him but he smiles at her softly instead.

The Velaryons and The Strongs were more valuable as allies rather than enemies. He places a hand on her cheeks, as his lips shudder in regret. "You must be strong for me, Saera. Dragons do not cower under flames." he pleads and she nods.

NEWS OF RHAENYRA'S labor reached far and wide. Soon enough, the entire realm was celebrating — and feasts were being scheduled here and there. Saera could see that Harwin was nervous, her brain knew the reason why — but her heart couldn't believe it.

Rhaenyra's children were sired by Ser Harwin. It was evident in the way he paced and constantly rambled with Ser Leanor. "Harwin, it seems to me that you are more worried that the-father-to-be." Saera remarked sarcastically as Harwin halts.

He scratches the back of his neck and she rolls her eyes. "I'm not nervous, Saera" he responds softly as he sits down beside her.

They've been married for 5-years, they've loved each other for 3, not once has she fallen pregnant with his seed. In her eyes it seemed like the Gods would not grant them a child together for their union was a sham.

"Well, you should be. My sister is giving birth to her heir." she replies coldly and he raises his eyebrows. She looks away from him, until she feels him sitting a few centimeters closer. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and he places a hand on her lap.

"Have I done anything wrong?" he questions while Saera bites her lips. She turns and smiles, "I'm sorry, I'm probably worried about Nyra." she lies and he nods and places a kiss on her face.

SAERA BITES BACK A GASP as she exchanges a confused stare with Queen Alicent. "He is a handsome young boy," King Viserys smiles as Prince Jacehaerys coos lightly. Even a blind man could see that this child wasn't Ser Laenor's.

Harwin smiles from behind his wife as they both stared into The Young Prince. He had the brownest honey eyes that pierced into Saera's soul. As if the baby was mocking her, laughing at her inability to carry his father's children.

"He is adorable," Saera breaks her silence as Rhaenyra stares at Ser Harwin. They both felt a little guilty about the ordeal. "Thank you, sister." Rhaenyra smiles as she offers Jace. "Would you like to hold him?" she offers and Saera scowls.

Was she trying to shove it deeper in Saera's face? That she fucked her husband behind her back? "No thank you," she declines as she gathers her gown and excuses herself from the room.

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#daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #ser harwin strong x oc #harwin strong x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #coaxed you into paradise

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yourgoldennotebook · 11 days

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i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever / i wanna transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever → i build you a fort on some planet / where they can all understand it / how dare you think it’s romantic / to leave me somewhere safe and stranded

#down bad #paris #ttpd #ttpd analysis #the tortured poets department #parallels #ntp #i’m thinking of how this doesn’t negate paris because when it was “WE were somewhere else in an alleyway sippin champagne”#it WAS romantic #romance was not dead when they kept it just theirs!#but it's the coney island of it all isn’t it?#“do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?”#and she did! she DID miss him!

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emcads · 11 months

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ship tag drop.

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howifeltabouthim · 2 years

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He had charmed her, he charmed her still. But what an ugly graceless mess it all was, and what a doom was upon her.

Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil

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onlywantlove · 1 year

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the question pounds my head 😣 what’s a lifetime of achievement? 🏆 if I pushed you ✋🏼 to the edge 🤧 but you were too polite 😊 to leave me 🚪🏃‍♀️

#do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?#will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care #cause we were like the mall before the internet (it was the one place to be)#the mischief the gift wrapped suburban dreams #SORRY FOR NOT WINNING YOU AN ARCADE RING #😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#kyra speaks

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cookie-de-baunilha · 7 months

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“did my love aid and abet you?” is an insane lyric but it’s so underappreciated

#the fact that taylor wrote her part in the alcott in like 20 minutes and came up with this line #it reminds me of that “do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there” line in coney island too #taylor swift #the national #the alcott

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staticspeak · 9 months

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the birds will still sing, your folks will still fight the boards will still creak, the leaves will still die we ain't angry at you, love we'll be waitin' for you, love and we'll all be here forever and we'll all be here forever sure will

#━━ cade musings ｢who coaxed you out of paradise and left you there｣#━━ cade tunage ｢all i speak is static screams｣#Spotify

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drivemysoul · 1 year

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coney island is specifically about the kirigaya siblings sorry but also quinella and bercouli

#taylor.txt #and do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there..........#will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care...................

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futureplayboibunnie · 9 months

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Aphrodesiacs Pt.2

Miguel O’Hara x fem! spidey! reader

You and Miguel O’Hara were bitten by the same spider…what could possibly happen?

y’all are wild. my wish is your command. i HAVE to make a part 3 now fr.

this is so NSFW and i’m too lazy to do any warnings, just 18+ (i’m being so serious deadass)

The way you said “I don’t care” made Miguel’s chest cave into his insides, he shuddered, gaping at you with a blank and indiscernable look that seemed akin to that of a deer in headlights. You didn’t know what you were talking about. You didn’t know what you were asking from him. He was being coaxed into paradise, lured away from any sort of reason. He stared at you vacantly, eyes wide and wild.

You could see that he was having a prolonged and probably bloody war in his mind over a decision that could effect so many different aspects of your lives. Miguel was a reliable man with many people he had to be worrying about and controlling, he shouldn’t be able to give in like this.

But you made it very clear: you simply didn’t care.

He tried so hard though, to not give in. To put morality in front of his desires that were barking at him like a pack of dogs filled to the brim with rabies. Miguel’s talons ripped through his fingers and his eyes quickly flicked to the sudden emergence, he couldn’t control the way his body was reacting. Your demeanour changed and it was like a switch flipped in your face, instead of blinking up at him like a small dog that had been kicked, your eyes squinted. You flashed him a come-hither look, tilting your chin alongside that meddling sly smile. Inviting him. Challenging him.

Miguel furrowed his eyebrow and you scoffed, taking a few confident strides backwards, your hands fluffing up your hair. He swallowed, a little puzzled at what you were about to do but insatiably curious nontheless. You bit your lip and giggled.

“Come on Miguel…I’m right here…Waiting….Looking like this…” You said completely bemused, teasing him out of any semblance of sanity he had left. Your hands toyed with the zipper or your suit before you yanked it down and slithered out of the constricting material. You were bare and naked in front of him, part of him wanted to rub his bare fists to his eyes. Your body wasn’t even inviting him at this point, it was begging him. The back of your thighs met with the cool glass of his desk, you perched yourself up on it, leaning back on your hands, showing off your assets under your clothing. He groaned at the sight of your tits. Jesus, more than a fucking handful, well, for any other man anyway. Miguel was always a different beast entirely.

“You know you want it. Don’t make me wait for it. We both know you’re not capable of it.” You purred, completely happy with yourself. You shimmied out of your underwear and you spread your legs wider, revealing just how wet and just how aroused you were. “Come on….This was designed to happen. Did you really think you could avoid this for any longer?” You raised an eyebrow. “Is it that easy of you to think of me like this? I know how bad you want to cum all over me and I might even let you.” You bore your fangs and that was it for him.

Miguel’s eyes shot open and gleamed a blood red, crescents forming in his eyes as he glared at you. He really couldn’t stop himself. He tried to hard but it all proved to be pointless. He felt like a man broken down, but all he could be right now was full of lust and rage. Miguel lunged at you, one taloned hand wrapping around your neck and the other spreading your legs wider as he settled between them. He then reached down on the floor to grab your underwear. He pushed you down harshly on his desk, looming over you and then stuffed those barely there panties down your throat.

“I’ll fuck you how I see fit, we clear?” He grunted like a wild animal and you nodded your head, eyes wide and guileless, a little taken aback. He was being unkind and he liked it. He revelled in it.

“Mmmphh…” You struggled out against the fabric that was lodged down your throat.

“I’m going to breed you until you can’t stand up.” He snarled, his breath strained and heavy and he felt your legs tremble as he-

“Miguel? Are you even listening?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, he was more focused on his zoning out than he was on you and it just made you even more irate. “Hey! Listen to me.” You smacked him across the face and he felt a sharp jolt of pain that teathered him back to reality.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He gritted through clenched teeth, completely and utterly furious that you slapped him and that you pulled him away from his alarmingly lifelike fantasy.

“I’m going to fix this, one way or the other with or without you.” You scowled at him before you walked off in the other direction and out of his eyeline

Miguel was stunned, he lost himself so quickly it was like a compelling force lulled him, his thoughts were becoming more and more realistic, preying on his weakness. He had to fist his hands to make sure he could still feel physical brute pain again, his fangs and talons suddenly emerged and he was losing every possible sense of sanity and good will that was being held hostage inside of him. He was darkened and ashen. He was becoming more and more cruel and unfeeling with every single thought of you.

Miguel threw his pillow to the wall in a frenzy, the sheer force of the throw made a crack form on the wall. It was 4 in the morning and he was desperate for some sleep, some peace from these desires and urges to do something normal: like fucking sleep. The side of his head was hanging off the edge of his bed and a frown settled upon his face. You were right. This was not manageable.

Everytime he closed his eyes, he felt you ontop of him, bouncing and creaming on his cock, riding him. He wanted to feel your skin, pull you up and down on him and feel you throw your head back at how big he was as you struggled to even make him fit in and out. Miguel groaned and raked a hand over his face to muffle it, his fangs were dripping venom and his dick was threatening to snap in half. He could fuck his fist and satiate whatever was in him when he wasn’t banging another random girl, but he still felt guility over it. At this point there was nothing else he could do.

Miguel’s hand travelled lower and lower until he reached his rock hard dick. Fucking hell, he felt like a teenager thinking about a naked woman for the first time. He sighed heavily as he let his mind wander.

“You’re all I think about.” You’d whisper in his ear as you grinded on him. “God, you’re all I think about.” You’d whimper. “Too much- Miguel…too much.” You’d drawl, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he felt you tighten and tense up already. “Too big.” He’d make it fit, make you take it, make you cry.

Miguel whispered profanities as his fist pumped faster and faster, his imagination running wild with him. His breathing became more shallow and ragged as he felt himself getting closer. Before he knew it, he came all over his fingers. Fuck. If he came this fast just thinking about you, he winced at the idea of cumming even faster when he was actually in you. No. He pushed the thought away. He wouldn’t let that happen. He shouldn’t.

You on the other hand didn’t feel guilty at all. You fucked yourself with your fingers furiously, trying to fill in for something that another man couldn’t fix, that your own fingers couldn’t fix- but you had to live in delusion and pretend that it helped to some degree. It didn’t at all. You arched your back, feeling nothing bur frustration and heat as only Miguel clouded your mind.

“I’m never going to be finished with you.” He’d promise, eyes wild and glassy. “I’ll pound you until you’re begging for my cum. I’ll make you fucking guzzle it.” He’d stick his fingers down your throar, teasing you with his talons and then plunge his fingers into your sopping pussy. “I’ll make it hurt even more when you’re on your knees.” He’d lick his fangs as he’d watch your body shake and tremble beneath him, laughing at you.

A moan ripped out of your throat as you finished. Nothing changed though. Nothing changed. You weren’t satisfied. You seriously wanted to cry, you were in heat and using other people, using your fingers seemed to make everything worse.

AHAHA i felt like i lowkey just blue ballsed you all again LOL

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#spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara

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sixteenavenue · 2 years

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I would just like to make a psa that Coney Island is the best song on evermore and no one will change my mind

#if I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?? teas #also sorry for not making you my centre fold!!#and on that note what's a life time of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?#and do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into Paradise and left you there???#will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care???????????

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lwveless · 2 years

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#TAYLOR SWIFT #...#coney island #DO YOU MISS THE ROGUE WHO COAXED YOU INTO PARADISE AND LEFT YOU THERE!?!?!?!?!??!#gun in mouth emoji

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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coaxed you into paradise

Chapter Two: The Greens Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's. Warnings: Pregnancy masterlist

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SAERA SITS DOWN outside of the room, her heart filled with fury, and her mouth hoping to curse a thousand times. Rhaenyra has offered her great dishonor by simply offering her babe to hold. And Harwin, even more dishonor by not leaving her.

Ser Criston Cole stands in front of her, as she resists a scoff. It seems like his time in Kingslanding gave him tack. Now he was just as greedy as all the other knights in the kingdom.

"Who should I offer the congratulations to?" he questions as she raises an eyebrow. He smirks, and turns towards the closed door. "To the princess? Or to your husband, the father?" he repeats himself and she chuckles.

"Ser Criston," she begins as her breath begins to drip with disdain. "Princess," he replies as she looks up at him. She gathers her gown and stands up, reaching to his level. "What you speak of is treason, and its consequences are one worth your head." she ends their conversation as she begins to walk away once more.

It seems that there is no solace for her in Kingslanding, no solace in the arms of her husband who was currently preoccupied with her sister. Saera needed Daemon — she needed somebody to be on her side.

A dragon alone in this world, was a terrible thing.

HARWIN ENTERS THEIR SHARED CHAMBER and smiles at his wife. The only thing that filled his heart was doubt as of the late. He was sure that the rumors about Rhaenyra's pregnancy have already reached Saera's ears — and judging from her easy to anger demeanor, she was already pissed with him.

"Good morrow, Harwin." she greets as she settles her book down on the table. He had the broad shoulders of the Rhoynar, and he seemed to be the perfect protector for Viserys' second daughter. "Good morrow, Saera." he greets as he sits down beside her.

If her sister was boldness and rage, then Saera was as calm as spring. It unnerved Harwin to no end — how his wife could remain idle and cold despite the whole realm scheming behind her back. She was strong in that regard, and Harwin loved his mortal emotions.

"It's such a shame that Prince Jace inherited his grandmother's Baratheon blood — shame that he doesn't have my family's valyrian features." she remarks as Harwin frowns. "He is still a Targaryen," he defended as she raises an eyebrow.

"Well that cannot be denied," she replies as she goes back to her book. She pauses for a while, pondering if it would be the right time to ask Harwin for an explanation. "I've heard rumors, Harwin," she states as he sighs loudly.

Saera's anger would be one that no water could extinguish. There was a time where they both loved each other — Harwin believed those times never left. But what he did was a betrayal worth blood. And he would pay for it in due time.

"Rumors about?" he acted clueless as she glares at him, pretending to focus on her book. "Rhaenyra and you. I didn't want to believe it at first — but Prince Jace looks exactly like you." she responds trying to leave out the fact that she already caught them red handed.

She reaches for him — a part of her heart still belonged to the heir of Harrenhall. Just a word from him, and she would allow herself to forget about their horrendous past.

"They are rumors, Saera." he shuts her down and she bites the insides of her cheeks. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to say. She wanted him to admit to his injustices. To beg on his knees for her forgiveness and start off in a clean slate.

She smiles and nods. Silence would suffice for now.

THE MAESTER'S OFFICE WAS COLD, there was a dripping of water behind her. She's been fatigued for a long time now — always vomiting, and always induced in nausea. She had her doubts — her uncle rarely pulled out when they made love.

"You're pregnant, my princess. Judging from your stomach, it must've been 3 turns of the moon since." The Maester states as she smiles, placing a hand on her swollen stomach.

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#daemon targaryen x oc #daemon x reader #ser harwin strong x reader #ser harwin strong #ser harwin strong x oc #harwin strong x oc #harwin strong x reader #coaxed you into paradise

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wandasfifthwife · 2 months

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trouble in paradise

paring: CEO!Wanda x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, dom!Wanda, sub!reader, marking & exhibition kink, reader is described to be in a bikini, fingering (r receiving), jealous!Wanda, Wanda uses magic during it, alcohol mentioned, I think that’s it (if there’s any I missed, lmk!)

a/n: summer is coming and so are you!! ;) (basically Wanda fucks you in a pool tent with the curtains closed 🤭). TRANSLATION: Милая (milaya) means sweetheart. Not proofread, I’m too tired rn lmao

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The heat made you feel you were burning alive the moment you stepped off of the plane. You moved to settle under shade to get away from the extensive high temperature.

You had to squint against the light coming off the bright pavement to find Wanda just aways from you chatting with who you assume would be driving you into town.

She signals for you to get in the car and you’re relaxing the second the cold seat touches your skin. Wanda continues to chat with the driver, a hand moving to hold yours between the two of you. You rest your head on her shoulder, mumbling her name.

“What’s your schedule again?”

“I only work this weekend”

“Then we could sit by the pool tonight, it’ll be beautiful since we’ll be facing the sunset.”

“That would be wonderful, Милая.”

It was nothing but an excuse for you to change in front of her once you’ve landed your suite, the playful action leading Wanda on. She had already changed and was propped on the bed, now distracted from the tv across from her.

“Keep that up and we won’t leave the room.”

“But I don’t want to miss the sunset,” you say, tone begging as you tried to ease the tension you sparked.

She hums, crossing the room to kiss you, “then I’ll take you while we watch the sunset, Милая.”

Laughing, you push at her shoulder and grab your stuff, “I’m leaving, we only have about 20 minutes before it’s pitch black out.”

A majority the crowd around the resort was made up of either couples or people traveling for work with colleagues. The lamps on the side of the walkway lead you through, finding an empty pool tent towards the corner.

You had tried to coax Wanda into getting in the pool with you even if it were just her feet, but she still declined, preferring to rest on the bedding, dry.

Your coverup was the robe you found in the suite. One that was easily removable by just the pull of the fabric holding the two sides closed.

It was a simple gesture but it drew Wanda’s eyes to your body once again. With a smile you settled yourself down into the water, wading through to a wall adjacent from her.

It wasn’t unlike you two to have fun often, but it wasn’t like you two to do it in a public setting.

There were three men near you, talking in a language that you hear with Wanda often. Their eyes drifted over to you and it was their thoughts that irked Wanda. Their assumptions that you were single and not with the women that you had walked up with.

There were others around, but her attention was on the ones who were not aware of how obvious their attraction was.

One had moved closer, beginning a conversation by asking if you came alone. Before you could respond an image showed in your head. An image that had you pressing your thighs together.

“Oh, I came with someone,” you responded politely.

The same man nodded, “do you have a job?”

“I work freelance, I—” you choke on your next words when a detailed memory of what happened between you and Wanda last week plays through like a movie.

He looks at you in concern, asking if you’re alright, but you were looking to her. Resting lazily up on the pillows, a hand holding her head up and you noticed her eyes had a red glint.

Another showed, one from her perspective when she ate you out. You’d had enough. She knew, it was shown in her egotistical expression when you began to excuse yourself from the conversation.

It was humbling to be reminded of how fast she could get you crawling on your hands and knees begging for the feeling of her hands feeling all over you.

You haven’t completely forgot the presence of about the twenty-something others surrounding you two. If anything, it was a thought that consumed you. Knowing that you grew needy for her even at the expense of being seen.

“Hi Милая,” she said when you grew closer, “need me to hold you?”

It was a trap and you wanted to get caught.

“Please,” you replied with need, crawling closer to her. It only slightly startled you when the curtains closed around you when you got in the tent.

It shut the two of you in privacy as you crawled on top of her, her clothing growing dark as the water traced down your body and onto hers.

“I need you to verbally tell me you’re okay with this,” she folds your thighs in so you straddle her waist.

“Yes,” you whisper, leaning in, “please, I need you.”

You were pushed onto your back, mind blanking from the feeling of her kissing you into the bedding. Her hands come to wrap your legs around her waist and you shiver from how cold her hands felt from how warm you just were in the water.

“All needy for me? Did you get wet thinking about how much you need my fingers?”

“Wands,” you gasp at the pain when she marks at the area behind your ears, moving down and onto your chest.

“I need you to be quiet for me,” she mouths against your stomach, before kissing it and continuing kissing down your body relishing in your softer sounds.

Her fingers drew your bathing suit aside to slip a finger into you, to watch you arch and fail at staying quiet.

“I’m here,” she shushes you, placing an open-mouthed kiss along your inner thigh, “I love you, I’m here.”

With two fingers pushing into you and another brushing against your clit, you moaned loud enough for Wanda to shut your mouth herself.

“Such pretty sounds, but I can’t let others hear you,” she deepens the press of her fingers against your upper walls with each thrust to watch you squirm, “look at me.”

You stop watching her ministrations to see how blown out her eyes were. Begs and pleads were wishing to be heard, but her muffle on your sounds were defeating.

“Do you want more, I need you to nod for me, Милая.”

You nodded eagerly, hips jerking when she acted a third right after.

“You’re so good for me,” she rubs her thumb around your hip, “taking my fingers so well.”

Your nails dig into her back her back when her fingers rub against a specific area. She sees and shoves them back in that spot. It’s overwhelming.

“You’re more sensitive than usual. You’re really so turned on by how fast someone could easily open the curtain?”

You drop your head back, breathing heavily into the pillow near your head each time your body moves up the cushion from her thrusts. It was the most you could do, all you could do.

Her building up your pleasure, a hand on your hip to hold you down. A force muffling your sounds, limiting you to shaky sighs. The lust on her face was too much to bear, it was embarrassing how turned on you got just from seeing her loose herself just as much as you.

You were close, each stoke against your clit was almost too much. “Let go whenever you need to, you’ve been so good.”

You clenched around her fingers, body writhing under her as you reached your high. Her eyes shined red again and the pressure holding your voice was gone.

“I—,” your voice hoarse as you attempted to speak, “mm— I love you.”

She coos, moving so she’s hovering over you, “I love you too, Милая.”

Your eyes water a bit, hands coming to pull Wanda down onto your chest. She wipes her fingers on her bathing suit, doing her best to comfortably wrap herself around you.

“Wanda,” she kisses your head with hum in response, “did you leave viable marks.”

She makes another soft sound, closing her eyes and easing on you.

“We’re here for four days. How am I to cover them?”

“You don’t.”

You turn over, hips feeling weak and twisting in a weird manner to grab your phone and flip the camera on. You huff, “maybe I can find waterproof makeup here.”

Wanda sits up and pulls you back down with her, “I’ll find some for you if you really want to, but I prefer if you leave them.”

“Never took you for as the jealous type.”

“I love seeing what I do to you, my love.”

You press a kiss to her nose, “then you should check your back.“

She grins, “I know.”

You grab the robe, throwing it around you and a Wanda makes a dramatic expression, “with how you get when I bite your neck you’d think you’d enjoy wearing them.”

You glare at her, “I’m wearing this because I’m cold, the sun’s gone away and now it feels as if it’s twenty out.”

She agrees, throwing her blouse on from earlier. You giggled in her arms, the two of you happy in your own world for the time being until you mentioned dinner.

She opened one side of the curtain, a hand held out to help you stand. It was devious, but you leaned into her ear, whispering how you were still wet.

“The suns almost set and we have an unopened bottle of champagne, sounds like the perfect time to deal with your little issue.”

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emcads · 1 year

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the fact that the first thing esme loves about jack is that he’s a good captain actually means so much to me. not in terms of leadership or politics or charisma but his intimacy with ships & the sea

#like that's her first response before she even has to THINK about it #and then laughter and sex what more do you WANT from a ship TRULY #✘; OTP: DO YOU MISS THE ROGUE WHO COAXED YOU INTO PARADISE AND LEFT YOU THERE? ( jack & esmeralda )#he has three good qualities: ship. funny. gives good head

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brewed-pangolin · 5 months

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Visual prompt for Super Soap Sunday:

On mission you can't stop thinking about Soap's gloved fingers. What to do....what to do....

Trigger Finger

18+ MDNI: Pretty self explanatory here, folks. Just a quick little drabble. Totally unedited. I'm going down with the ship.

Happy Super Soap Sunday. (And I apologize for this taking FOREVER!)

You couldn't help it. The way your eyes constantly moved to linger over the movements of his gloved fingers over the top of steering wheel. Rhythmically tapping to an unsung beat in his head as you both sat silent in the front of the humvee.

The recon mission was dull. Uneventful and borderline boring, so it was no surprise that your attention would be drawn elsewhere.

And what was worse, is that he caught you staring on more than one occasion, but kept his curious inquiries to himself. Deciding to let it play it out and lure you in further, like a glistening bait to an unattntive fish.

And just when the time was right, when he felt your gaze linger just a bit too long, he'd reel you in with that signature Scottish charm.

"Seein' somethin' ya like, bonnie?"

"What? No." You shot back. His sudden deep brogue breaking your mindless trance. Shifting your gaze away while a soft rouge hue of embarrassment warmed in your cheeks.

"Mhmm. Then why ya keep starin', hm?"

"I wasn't staring. I was..."

You paused. Words suddenly lost. Breath catching in your throat, eyes desperately searching for an answer that was nowhere to be seen. And all the while feeling like a wild animal caught in his perfectly timed trap.

"It was the tapping, okay. That's it."

"Aye. The tapping."

"Keep tellin' yourself that, bonnie."

The uncanny arrogance in his tone was palpable. Confidence smearing over his face as the corner of his mouth curled up at you. He returned to the rhythmic cadence once more, now much more deliberate. Like the beat of a drum beckoning to you from the deep recesses of your mind.

And with that, you finally gave in.

"Goddamit."

"Aye. Goddamit."

What ensued was nothing short of trigger finger induced ecstasy. Your seat reclined back to its limit, his hand buried deep within the top of your open trousers as his gloved fingers teased along the flesh of your silkened walls. Pumping in and out of your soaked cunt while his thumb relentless circled over your throbbing clit. His movements working in tandem, luring you ever closer to orgasm as you clenched your thighs around his forearm.

"That's right, bonnie. Jus' tappin' that sweet pussy a'yers."

You were done for at that moment. Lost at sea in an ocean of pleasured paradise as he coaxed a delicious moan from between your lips. Your hands gripping into the arm rests as your hips bucked to force him further down to the knuckle. Your walls tightening around him as you rode out your climax against his palm.

And this is how it all started. Day in and day out. While on solo recon missions, his hands would always meander their way into the warm confines between your legs and beckon more of those sweet moans that only he could conjure up. The maestro to your pleasure. And only he could make you sing. And above all, one thing always rang true.

The gloves stayed on.

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