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dailyadventureprompts · 9 months

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Scragglmop the Destroyer

Once feared throughout the land, a great and terrible dragon grew tired of being endlessly hunted for his hoard and faked his death with the aid of a glory-hungry gnomish bard. Living on for centuries in the guise of a street cat, the dragon is now a hair's breadth from resuming his rampaging ways after the bard's descendants have lost the fortune he gave over to them for safe keeping.

Adventure Hooks:

A series of unexplained fires has wracked the city in recent weeks, which has both the guard and the populace on edge. Rumours swirl blaming arsonists, saboteurs from a rival kingdom, even an illegal duelling society of mages, but none have yet put it together that all of the workshops and businesses were all patronized in one way or another by the famed Candlebright noble family.

Coincidentally, Hignatta Candlebright, young head of that same noble house has sent an invitation to the party to join her at a famed teahouse to discuss a delicate matter involving the retrieval of stolen property. Hignatta has all but taken over the teahouse and its guestrooms since her own family home burned down near the start of the panic, and the party might begin to draw a connection when half way through their meeting the teahouse begins to fill with smoke, panicking patrons, and a booming, sourceless voice that demands "WHERE IS MY GOLD, CANDLEBRIGHT?!"

If you really want to mess with the party, consider introducing them to the fluffy street cat completely independently of the arson plot, making a nuisance of himself in the market while they're trying to shop, or catching mice in their store-room should they have acquired a residence in town. Have them befriend the cat as they might any bad-tempered stray, only to realize after the adventure is half way through that the mice he catches are always somewhat charred. Also imagine the looks on their faces the moment the party's home is broken into by an enemy and their housecat incinnerates a wave of intruders for disturbing his nap.

Background: Everyone knows the story about how the legendary hero Gailen Candlebright saved the realm from the tyrannical dragon Slaggrath, a beast known to devour whole armies and raze kingdoms in search of treasure. It's the ubiquitous tale against which all adventurers are measured against, made all the more ubiquitous thanks to the fact that the deed is memorialized in drinking ballads, children rhymes, and even a few folk operas. Gailen was a troubadour of not insignificant skill before he became a legend, and he had little trouble using that skill and hardwon fame to ensure his deeds would never be forgotten.

As with many tales told by the bards, Gailen left out quite a bit of the truth when concocting his tale: It was a late night in a roadside tavern and the young Candlebright was approached by a sourfaced man with a tangled beard and clothes that might have once been quite fine. Gailen had sung for his supper and then some, his hat was overflowing with tips from a long night's work and a greatful crowd, and the old man wanted to know how it was exactly that the Gnome hadn't yet been robbed; The roads were full of all sorts of rough types who thought that their strength entitled them to others' wealth, bandits yes but worse yet kingsmen, who took what they wanted sure that that they were above any kind punishment.

Seeing that the old man had fallen on rough times, likely having been robbed himself, Gailen spoke from the heart: He'd been robbed a few times yes, but he got by looking like someone that no one would bother to steal from, dressing in his fine clothes only on days he'd perform, and keeping most of his riches in the safe keeping of others, such as the caravan masters he frequently traveled along with.

The old man considered Gailen's words and the two sat up drinking through the night debating the merits of the Troubador's duplicity. Was it not better, asked the old man, to defend what was yours with strength and reputation, That everyone might learn from the failure of those that had trifled with you before?

Gailen looked at the many scars the old man bore and countered that fools never learned their lesson, they just thought themselves better than the last fool who risked it and they'd keep risking it till luck won out or they went to join all the fools that had come before.

It was dawn when the two parted ways, Gailen tottering off to bed thinking he'd given council to a reformed bandit chief, the old man slipping out of the inn and taking to wing thinking he'd concocted a brilliant scheme with the help of his newest, and perhaps first, friend.

i was a week (and one pants-shitting revelation over the old man's true draconic nature) later that the legend of Slaggrath came to an end: Gailen walking into that very same tavern bloodied, burnt, and with the broken off horn of the great wyrm held above his head as a trophy. The news spread like wildfire, the name Candlebright ascended to the shortlist of the realm's great champions, and not a soul questioned when the newly knighted Gailen comissioned the construction of an elaborate series of vaults beneith the castle he'd just been awarded. The bard had everything he wanted, and in return he and his family would hold the dragon's horde in trust, not touching a single copper and adding a little to it each year out of respect for the wyrm's generosity.

Future Adventures:

Even before he charmed his way into unexpected riches, Gailen was an ardent follower of Garl Glittergold, god of ambition, wit, and wariness. Genresavvy bard that he was, he understood that this fabulous windfall wasn't just some gift from his god, it was a test, and that to keep his good fortune going he'd best abide by the exact deal he'd struck in that tavern. Gailen kept Slaggrath's treasure under lock and key all his life and made sure his children did the same despite never telling them where he got it, in accordance with his pact with the dragon . Feeling that the Candlebright family has sat on its laurels for far too long (especially since practical and buisness minded Hignatta has been increasingly questioning why her late grandfather insisted on keeping a giant pile of money in their basement and never spending it), the god has seen fit to shake things up, ensuring that some long lost blueprints for the vault have fallen into the hands of a group of thieves, who broke in and cleared the vault though the very same secret passages Slaggrath used to pop in every decade or so and make sure the count was up to date. The dragon is pissed, convinced Hignatta has reneged on her family's deal.. and all the while the thieves get closer and closer to escaping.

Depending on how the party handles it this situation could break bad in any number of ways: The dragon could give up on being Scragglmop and go on a rampage forcing the party to put him down, they could intercede on Hignatta's behalf and ensure the treasure is returned possibly earning themselves a cushy position as retainers of house Candlebright, perhaps most dangerously they could earn the attention of Garl Glittergold himself and end up being singled out for their own unstable blessing.

In addition to being motivated by the prerequisite desire to get rich, the thieves were hired by an ambitious mage who has long desired to get his hands on Gailen's Horn, the draconic trophy the bard thereafter used as the sigil for his house and hollowed out into a heavy instrument through which he channelled his most showy magic. The mage has designs on the horn as the centrepiece of a ritual drawing on the object's history of power and triumph. Given that the horn is in fact the centrepiece of a giant con it's going to bring some very unaccounted for variables into the mage's ritual which is liable to set off its own chain of problems down the line.

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#adventure #mid level #dragon #town #city #dungeon #thief #garl glittergold #disaster #bard #gnome #I thought this was going to be a short one T_T curse you writers brain #monster hunt #patron merchant #patron noble

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mama-ino · 2 months

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Necessary

He stood outside her small makeshift home, a single claw gently tapping her doorframe. She pushed the straw mat to the side, "Oh, Sesshomaru!" Her smile reached her eyes, "You look nice."

He nodded gently, "Thank you." He moved the may for her to exit, her curled hair gently bouncing.

"Alright," she smiled, folding her hands behind her back, "Lead the way." She walked quietly behind him. He looked smaller than she was used to without armor. He wore a lovely violet shade, adorned with his wondrously fluffy pelt. Oh, she wanted to pet it.

They walked in silence for some time when he finally came to a stop. His golden eyes meeting her own, "What's up?" When he said nothing, she smiled softly, "Come on." She waved him to follow her down the dirt road. "There it is," she pointed to the small roadside tavern, "Let's get a drink."

He followed her in, being seated in a back room.

Kagome smiled, "I'll be right back." She rounded the corner to the front, requesting a few dishes to be sent their way. When she returned, she found him standing at the sliding door with a slight frown on his face.

He stared off into the woods, his feelings conflicted. He felt foolish. He didn't know what to do on this so-called date. What was he supposed to do? Was she unhappy with him? So caught up in his own turmoil, he startled at the hands rounding him.

She'd knocked back a cup of her own, steeling her courage when she'd returned. "Hey Sesshomaru," her cheek softly pressed to his shoulder, "It's okay."

He gulped thickly.

"You're going through with this 'date', you don't even want to," her smile was somber. "Don't force yourself, okay," she squeezed lightly. "Besides, I kinda thought you just agreed to it because you didn't want to back down to anything - Not that that's a bad thing. It's just, you don't have to do this, you know?"

His fingers gently quivered, holding the small dish, "Woman." He felt his voice shake tremble.

Her arms loosened around him, "Sorry, you looked like you needed a hug."

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#sessxkag #sesshoumaru #kagome #sesskag #sesshomaru kagome #sesshomaru x kagome #sesshome #sesshomarukagome #fanart #hug #hehehe #sesshomaru #late because i had the urge to color

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forgotten-chimaera · 11 months

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The full versions of the Art Studio, Bleached Roots, Cottage Garden, Crystal Shop, Lilypad Pool, and Roadside Tavern scenes added during Flight Rising’s 10 Year Anniversary event.

A drawing of the Octavious Colossusbane (”OC”) familiar can be seen in the Art Studio. Nice touch.

#FR #flight rising #Official art

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silvercompassmaps · 5 days

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Roadside Inn

I've been making maps for a while now, and I realized that I haven't made a tavern or inn yet! In my experience, most campaigns start and end in a tavern of some sort.

So here is my contribution to the internet’s endless archive of tavern battlemaps— The Roadside Inn.

For VTT users, specifics include:

- Dimensions: 4000x3000 (100 PPI)

- Grid Size: 40x30

You can download the base map for free here.

Find my entire map archive here.

#dnd #d&d #pathfinder #tabletop #ttrpg #cartography #fantasy map #battlemaps #battle map #dnd map #rpg map #dndart #5e #roll20 #vtt #vtt tokens #dungeons and dragons

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echo-goes-mmm · 9 months

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Ambrose and Elliot Masterpost

A run away slave finds roadside inns and taverns perfect places to hide from his old master. That is, until the next stop has already heard of him

Main Story:

Warnings: slavery, past non-con

Extras:

Extra 1 | Extra 2 | Extra 3

Divine Intervention AU:

Discontinued

Warnings: slavery, past non-con

Picrews:

one | two | three | four | five | six

My Writing Masterpost

#whump #my writing #Ambrose and Elliot Masterpost #Ambrose and Elliot #divine intervention au #slavery whump

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avengerscompound · 2 months

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The Interview - Chapter 11

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (FM, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 3557

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 11

Road trips were a make-or-break test for relationships, right up there with unplanned pregnancies and trips to Ikea. For Melody and Steve, it had felt like a breeze. Steve had taken the role of driver and despite being a little fast and loose with the speed limit, he’d stopped at various roadside stores to buy preserves, maple candy, and apple cider donuts. Halfway there they’d stopped at a tavern for lunch, filling up on burgers, fries, and house-made cider before hitting the road again. The fall foliage was in full form, and the whole trip was colored in reds, oranges, and golds.

By the time they arrived at the large colonial mansion bed and breakfast, Melody was ready to stretch out, relax, and enjoy her weekend with Steve. They were shown up to their room in the mansion’s tower and Melody stretched out on the fourposter, bed picking at some leftover donuts, while Steve unpacked.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend,” she asked. “I mean - aside from the romantic setting for our -” she made a circle with her thumb and index finger on one hand and poked her finger in and out of it.

He started laughing as he watched her. “Oh good lord,” he joked. “Did I make a mistake?”

She laughed with him, falling back on the mattress. “But seriously? Are we just going to stay inside all weekend? Or did you want to go do things? Antiquing maybe? Or as you might like to call it - buying era-appropriate items.”

Steve looked at her, trying not to laugh. “Oh that’s it!” he said and ran over, jumping on top of her and tickling her sides. She squealed and writhed under him as his fingers moved on her sides.

“Steve!” she squealed. “Stop!”

His hands slowed and he leaned in, capturing her lips. What started as frantic and silly tickling, quickly turned into a slow and deep makeout session. Steve’s hands moved up her sides and she ran one of hers into his hair. Her body practically vibrated in anticipation under him, like an electrical current ran under her skin.

He pulled back slowly and smiled at her. “I actually wouldn’t mind going antiquing. I lost everything from back then and it would be nice to have some things in my house that remind me of my mother, even if they aren’t hers. But I’d also like to find a drafting table. And I like antique radios.”

“Really?” Melody asked, putting her hands on his chest and guiding him off her so she could sit up.

“Yeah,” he said. “They’re just - I like how they look. And I guess they probably remind me of being young and sitting on the fire escape with Bucky listening to the baseball.”

“Then let’s do it,” she said. “I can’t really afford antiques, but you never know, maybe I’ll find a gem while we’re out.”

He pecked her lips and stood back up. “It’s fun to just look, and honestly I’m just looking forward to having a slow weekend with you. I don’t take a lot of time for myself.”

“Mmm… me either,” Melody agreed. “Though no one works as hard as Bobbi does. I don’t care who it is.”

“Yeah, Bucky said that it’s hard to lock her down,” Steve said as he went back to unpacking. He stopped and looked at her, grimacing slightly. “She does like him, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yeah,” Melody said quickly. She felt guilty on behalf of her cousin. Not that Bobbi could help that she was busy or that she was nervous about coming out as trans to a guy she was really into, but Melody knew that Bucky had his own demons and that feeling of being not enough would hit him particularly hard. “She is super into him.”

She paused. Now would be the perfect time to bring up the topic with Steve and test the water about whether Bucky would be accepting of the fact that the woman he was seeing was trans. She missed her chance though, because Steve seemed so relieved that Bobbi was definitely into Bucky he was talking again.

“Phew,” he said, doing an elaborate wipe of his brow. “He’ll be happy to know that. I really want them to work out, I’d hate for things to be awkward if we stay together and they break up. We should go on a double date with them when we get back. Hey, if you know anyone for Sam, maybe we can go on a triple date.”

Melody laughed. It was unusual to get to see that kind of rambling relief in Steve. He was obviously as invested in the whole Bucky and Bobbi situation as Melody was. “Hmm… I might,” she said, going through the list of names of people she knew in New York that might be well-matched to the Sam Wilson. “Is he into men? Women? Gender is a construct that serves as no indicator of his attraction to a person?”

Steve raised his eyebrow. “Ahh… you know what? I don’t know. I’ve never known him to date anyone. I’ll ask.”

“I bet when you ask, he’ll just try and duck the question so he doesn’t get set up with a stranger,” Melody teased.

Steve laughed. “That’s likely true.” He paused for a moment as he put his jacket on a hanger. “I liked that about gender being a construct. I’ve never really thought about it too much before, but I think that’s me.”

“Yeah?” Melody said, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Have you ever dated a man or someone off the binary?”

He shook his head. “No. But to be fair, I can count how many people I have dated on one hand.”

“I’m the same in case you’re wondering. And I’ve been out with a spectrum. People are probably more open to questioning their gender these days than back when you grew up,” she said.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s very true. I like that that’s the world we live in these days. It definitely didn’t feel safe to question things back then,” he said.

“Do you think you would have - questioned things if you had the space to?” Melody asked.

He came over and sat down beside her, furrowing his brow. “I - I don’t think so. If anything I was always pretty intent on proving that I was a man. I found it hard not being as masculine as others thought I should be - or even I thought I should be. I felt more at home in my body after I had the serum. Like it reflected who I saw myself as.”

She took his hand and played with his fingers, tracing along them with her fingertips. His hands dwarfed hers and she pressed her palm against his, looking at the difference in size as she thought. “I have a question - and I’m not sure how to phrase it.”

Steve looked at her with his head tilted. “Then it might be best not to worry about how it sounds and just say it.”

She took a deep breath. “Bobbi’s taking things slowly with Bucky. Partially it’s just because of work. She is super busy with work. She works seven days a week, and sometimes she’ll finish one job and go right to the next one. Partially it’s because of Bucky. She knows he’s been through hell and she wants to make sure he feels safe with her.”

“That’s really good. I mean I know he wishes she had more free time, but I’m glad he’s seeing someone who’s letting him figure things out. This is the first time he’s been interested in anyone since - well…” Steve explained.

She nodded in understanding. “I get it,” she said. “There is more though. And I brought this up because she asked me to. She might not seem it, but she's vulnerable and a little scared. The thing is, Bobbi’s trans. She likes Bucky a lot, but she's had guys show interest in her before and when they've found out, they've gotten violent with her. I offered to run all this by you. You know Bucky better than anyone, if he finds this out - is she safe?”

Steve stared at her in shock. “Wow. I had no idea,” he said. “I - uh - I’m sure she's safe. I couldn't imagine Bucky being so insecure about that, he'd attack someone. Plus, he does really like her, he wouldn't hurt someone he liked. If you wanted to know if it was a deal-breaker for him - I wish I could firmly say it wasn't, but I don't know. That's not something we've ever spoken about.”

“Yeah, sadly we live in a world where you can never know even if people do talk about it,” she agreed.

“I can ask him or gently let him know…”

Melody shook her head emphatically. “Please don't. She'll want to do it herself even if he does reject her. She just wanted to make sure she was safe first.”

“I am sure she'd be safe with him. I'm sure of it,” he said.

“Thanks, Steve,” she said, kissing his cheek.

He took a deep breath and clapped his hands on his thighs. “Well, after all that, I think I want to get in the shower and wash the road off me,” he said, standing up.

Melody hooked her finger in his back pocket and tugged on it. “Want some company?”

He looked surprised at the suggestion, and his eyes flicked from the bathroom door down to Melody. “Sure. That would be nice.”

She followed him into the bathroom and the two stripped down. It was the first time they’d seen each other naked, and as the water warmed they took a moment to appreciate each other. Melody’s eyes slid up and down Steve’s body. She had always known he was bigger than her but there was something about seeing him naked while she was exposed too, that seemed to highlight just how much bigger than her he was. His skin was flawless, not a single line or pore marked him. It was like he was carved from marble and if Melody didn’t know from experience, she would have thought he’d be hard to the touch. He was muscular in a way that most men needed to be dehydrated to achieve and his body hair was fine and blond.

It was his cock that held her attention. Even in its flaccid state, it was intimidatingly large. He was uncut, just like he said, and a thick vein stood out, running right down the shaft. It was a little intimidating and she worried that when he was hard, he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside her.

“Come on,” Steve said, offering her his hand. She took it and let him lead her into the warm water.

He grabbed the washcloth, squeezed shower gel onto it, and began to slowly and tenderly wash down her body. She relaxed under the warm water, letting herself just enjoy the gentle touch of this perfect man. He crouched in front of her and ran the cloth down the sides of her legs and up between them. She shivered slightly, and wetness formed between her legs that had nothing to do with the water that was cascading down over her body.

When he finished, he stood, and she took the cloth from him, washing him as he had just washed her.

She carefully trailed the washcloth over his body, and as she did, his cock began to harden. It twitched and jumped as her hands moved closer to it and she looked up at Steve, meeting his gaze. His normally pale blue eyes were blown out black with lust, and as her fingertips ever so gently teased down his shaft, he gave a small nod.

Taking it as permission, she dropped to her knees and braced her hands on his hips. He still wasn’t fully hard yet, but up close she was even more intimidated by the size of him. She flattened her tongue and slowly ran it up the length of his shaft. He groaned and braced his hands on the shower wall, letting her take complete control. Her lips stretched wide as she began to suckle on the head, and licked over it, collecting up a drop of precome that had formed on the head.

“God, look at you,” Steve groaned.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and she pushed her head down, his cock filling her mouth as she forced him down. She wanted to take as much of him as possible but it felt like she’d barely even made it down his shaft before the head of his cock seemed to be pressing up against the back of her throat and making her gag.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Steve praised, his eyes still trained on hers.

She didn’t want to go easy. She wanted to test all her limits with him, she kept pushing him down further with each bob of her head. Drool pooled in her mouth and dripped down her chin as she choked on his cock. The deeper she took him the louder he moaned, until the sound of it and the wet choked noise of her deep-throating him. She used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, his shaft was so thick her fingers couldn’t even touch when she wrapped her hand around it.

“God, Mel. ‘M close,” he moaned.

Melody pushed him down deep, cutting off her oxygen, and looked up at him with soft eyes. He groaned louder and his thigh muscles tightened and with a shudder he came, pulsing in her mouth. She swallowed everything she gave him, the tart salting fluid filling her mouth.

She slowly pulled off and Steve took a moment to gather himself, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. When he seemed to recover a little, he helped her to her feet and crouched in front of her. He nosed at her cunt as she tangled his finger in his hair. Without warning, he lifted her, putting both her legs on his shoulders, as he stood with his face buried in her folds. She gasped and leaned back on the shower wall, bracing herself with her hands and gripping the top of the shower to steady herself. Steve lapped and sucked at her pussy, seeming to pay close attention to every shiver and sounds she made. Each time she moaned he focused on the point that set her off, until he was focused directly on her clit, suckling at it and running his tongue over the top. She had never felt anything like it. He seemed to be so intune with her body, that every flick of his tongue sends a current right through her. That paired with the adrenaline surging through her from being held aloft, was making her feel weak, lightheaded, and like every one of her nerves was lit up.

Heat coiled in her stomach like a snake, and then burst through her, taking hold of her whole body, she cried out and dug her heels into Steve’s shoulders as her orgasm crashed through her. Steve continued to lick her through it like he was trying to drink her up. As her body settled, he helped her down again and helped her rinse off.

He shut off the water and as soon as they each had a towel wrapped around them, Steve lifted her bridal style.

“Steve!” she yelped as he carried her back into the bedroom.

He chuckled and set her on the bed. “Did you want to stop?”

She shook her head. “Not on your life.”

His eyes twinkled and he leaned down, his face held just in front of hers. “I thought you would say that,” he said and brought his lips to hers. She kissed back passionately, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and trying to pull him down on top of her.

“Just give me a second,” he whispered against her lips.

She let him go and he went and grabbed a condom and lube. He rolled the rubbed down over his cock, and approached her again, liberally coating his shaft with the thick gel. Melody watched him closely. Her eyes were locked on his cock again, and she started to worry about being able to take him again, or him hurting her without meaning to.

He climbed up between her legs and kissed her stomach. “Just relax,” he soothed as he pushed two fingers inside of her. He curled them, stroking them over her internal walls, and teasing them over her g-spot. With the added lubrication on top of how wet she already was, his fingers made a graphic squelch as he moved them inside her and focused on that sweet spot inside her. Melody had only really just come down from her orgasm, and another was quickly building again, making her legs tremble and her thigh muscles pull tight.

“Oh, god, Steve, please,” she begged.

“Hold it,” he growled.

She looked up at him, startled by the deep growl in the order. He was watching her closely and he eased a third finger inside her. He moved them in and out curled them as he corkscrewed his wrist, dragging his knuckles over her g-spot. She cried out and bucked up under him, her back arching off the bed.

“How does that feel?” he asked, as he spread his fingers, adding a burn to the full feeling of his fingers inside her.

“Fuck, so good, Steve, please,” she begged.

“I’m no bigger than that,” he said, removing his fingers. “You can relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She was so worked up, that she didn’t even care if it did hurt anymore. She just wanted to feel him inside her. She sat up, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing his neck as she did. “Please, Steve. I need it.”

He took one of her hands and wrapped her fingers around his cock as he lined the head up to her entrance. “You’re in control,” he said, as he looked into her eyes. “Guide me in.”

She moaned softly, and her cunt clenched around nothing. “Okay,” she breathed.

He slowly pushed in, letting her guide him, setting both the pace and depth. Her eyes fell closed and her head fell back. There was the burn at her entrance as he stretched her open, but it didn’t feel bad exactly, and he was going so slowly it allowed her to adjust to him.

He reached a spot inside her where there was a sharp sting and she stopped him and pushed him back slightly, easing it off again. “There?” he asked

She nodded. “Yes. No more than that.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

She knew he did. She trusted him completely. She knew she was safe with him. Not just here in bed, but everywhere. He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner. Her hands went to his jaw and she pulled him down into a kiss as he began to thrust.

He kept alternating the speed of his thrusts, going from a gentle pleasant rhythm where Melody could feel the way his cock moved along the ridges of his cunt, to just pounding into her, so all that she could do was hold on and hope she didn’t break apart. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and just when she thought that there was nothing she would ever experience that could ever make her feel this good again, he started to rub her clit.

It sent her tumbling over the edge. Her orgasm tore through her like wildfire, setting her alight. She cried out and clung to Steve as her hips bucked up hard under him. “Oh fuck, Steve,” he mewled as he continued to thrust into her. “Please. I want to feel you.”

He pressed his face into her neck as his hips began to stutter. She tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him there as she felt the pulse of his cock as he neared his release. With a deep moan, his hips jerked, and he came inside her.

She hummed and held him as his hips slowed. She felt slightly high and overstimulated. When Steve finally slipped from her, it was a relief, and yet she felt achingly empty and wanted him inside her again. He rolled onto his back, and she curled in against him, putting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. “Holy hell, Steve,” she sighed. “That was worth the wait.”

He chuckled. “Thank you,” he said. “I think so too.”

“I know we haven’t eaten yet, but I feel like I need a nap and a cigarette after that, and I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life.”

He laughed harder and kissed her. “Let’s just relax for a bit. There’s time before we have to decide if we go out to eat.”

She hummed and closed her eyes as Steve took off the used condom and tossed it in the trash. The weekend away was off to the best of starts and she knew she was going to enjoy the rest of it.

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ofc #smut #the interview

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faneposting-my-beloved · 11 months

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Knock knock - new Elane art I commissioned!

by: https://www.instagram.com/_itsmegara/

Some well-earned respite in a roadside tavern. Totally not turning into a brawl anytime soon.

#dos2 #divinity original sin 2 #godwoken #oc: elane

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cocrante · 4 months

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Imagining Kaveh arriving at a roadside tavern. He had been hired for a large-scale project and they needed the assistance of the renowned architect.

The journey was quite long, and he often found himself stopping at these inns, where he had an exquisite conversation. There was another architect, a newcomer to the profession, brimming with pride and ambition. He asked Kaveh about his destination, and Kaveh vaguely replied:—"I'm heading to a nearby town, there's a bridge that needs to be fixed" the man smiled broadly, revealing that he also designed buildings. He shared advice, laughing and expressing immense joy for his work. Kaveh smiled at every word, occasionally responding with "thanks for the advice" or "designing new buildings is challenging, but yes, I enjoy it a lot"

Kaveh was illuminated by the joy that the young architect used to express himself, confident he would become truly skilled one day.

Then, Kaveh apologized, exhausted from the long journey. The man ordered more wine for himself, and the bartender, serving him, said:—"Lucky you, my friend, to have spoken with the Light of Kshahrewar" the man raised an eyebrow, realizing only minutes later what the bartender was actually telling him. Quickly turning, searched for that blond guy, but Kaveh had already left.

#genshin impact #kaveh #im sure kaveh is always enthusiastic about hearing other people talk about architecture #is good for the soul to go to places where youre not known

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A new life?

Part 4! I want to deeply apologize for making you all wait almost 4 days for the next part, time goes by faster than i thought. I swear, i blinked and it was suddenly Thursday. Oops i guess?😆

If you havent read part one, click here. There are links to each consecutive part at the end of each piece. enjoy! <3

Contains: Angst, Hurt/comfort

Overview: Travel-worn and tired, you arrive at Liyue Harbor only to realize you've arrived in time for a festival? Is this the city's way of greeting you? Telling you you're welcome here?

Gn reader, "You/Your" pronouns used

All across the golden fields and high mountain peaks, traces of evening had started to show.

Around this time of day, most travelers would seek a place to make camp to rest and await a new day before continuing on.

But the scent of salt on the breeze spurred you on, telling you to follow the whispered promises of the ocean ahead.

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With the sun having dipped out of sight behind the mountains to the west, the oppressive heat of the day began to dwindle, making a coolness settle over your travel-weary body.

Liyue Harbor was farther than you first thought, having walked every day for almost a week.

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You were exhausted.

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When you had first left the City of Wind you had no idea as to where you would go, spending your first night in a small roadside inn just southwest of Springvale on the outskirts of Dragonspine's icy landscape.

You were sorely unprepared to travel at all, having on hand only the few things you had brought with you from home, but you felt uneasy about purchasing anything from merchants in Mondstadt. These merchants always had a tendency to go to taverns after a long day and drunkenly gossip about recent happenings and findings on their recent travels.

What if they were to recognize you and let slip to someone you knew where you were headed? What if they heard the talk about your disappearance and recalled seeing you headed to the next nation over? You couldn't risk that. Not so soon.

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Not before you could even try. ‎‎

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You promised yourself a new life. Nothing from the past should follow you into it. Otherwise it wouldn't be new, it would just be different.

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You promised yourself a new life, and a new life you will have.

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It will just take a lot more effort than it first seemed.

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Earlier that day, after walking for what felt like an eternity, you had found yourself walking alongside many other travelers who were chatting among each other. You had caught bits and pieces of conversation, hearing talk about some festival, but being too tired to join in on the discussions, opting to just listen.

A festival? ‎

No wonder there were so many people heading to the city at once. Most seemed to be locals, living in the villages scattered around the land, likely heading to the main city to reunite with family and friends. Some others looked to be travelers from other nations, seeming excited to take part in the promises of merriment.

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The cobblestone road you walked on gently sloped upward until it evened out, letting all the people see what awaited them. Standing at the apex of the path, the air in your lungs escaped you in a gasp at the sight before you.

There was the ocean you had been smelling on the breeze for the last mile, surface choppy with waves cresting with the push and pull of the tide. Cradled between the mountains and sea like water in your hands was the city in all its glory.

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There could have never been a better time to travel to Liyue, for what you didn't know, was that you had arrived in time for the nation's largest festival, The Lantern Rite.

Shining more brightly than the setting sun itself, the city was studded with countless glowing lanterns, seemingly more numerous than even the stars. With the darkening sky as a backdrop for the golden lights as they floated out of the Harbor and over the ocean, the spectacular sight had many a traveler stop in their tracks to admire the view alongside you.

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So many lanterns...

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You heard from someone once that Liyue's Lantern Rite had a tradition to send off lanterns, each carrying its owners wish off to the heavens...

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Your heart ached.

If only Diluc could be standing here with you...

You would have wanted to share this sight with him...

Letting a lantern be carried by the breeze, holding your wishes for a long and joy filled life...

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If only...

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After the last traces of daylight faded, evening had given way to night, but from within the city one could hardly tell.

Brightly colored streamers hung from the roofs of every stall and building, and the walkways were glowing with warm orange light from the many the lanterns strung from post to post. Your ears rang with the clamor of cheerful voices and laughter.

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It was dizzying. Everything was new and strange. You felt so lost, but for the first time in weeks, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.

But it felt...

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Lonely...

If only you could share these sights with...

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Walking through the bustling streets and down stone steps, you find yourself on the docks, where people were releasing lanterns. Everyone was so happy...

You could see families and friends laughing together and couples walking hand in hand, pointing out the beautiful decorations.

But the happiness of the people surrounding you was not shared by you.

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You were alone.

You had no one to share the joy a festival brought with.

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Was this really going to help you feel better?

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A mother and two children approached you, having noticed you looking dejectedly at everything around you. Longing for something.

"Everyone should make a wish tonight, Traveler, may your wish be granted and bring you happiness," the mother told you, handing you a lantern before taking her children's hands and disappearing into the crowd before you could refuse it.

Surprised at the sudden arrival and departure of the woman, you stare after her before turning to look at the waxed paper structure you now hold, still feeling alone despite the countless amount of people around you on the dock.

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A wish?

'What would I even wish for?'

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...Would it even come true?‎

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With a lantern in hand, you walk further down the dock, thinking about the kind woman that gifted you the handmade lantern.

Why would she give you, a stranger, a gift?

She didn't know you. And why you in particular?

There were hundreds of people in the city. Why did she approach you?

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As you walked, lost in thought, the clamor of the crowds slowly dissipated until it was almost completely quiet. There were very few people this far down the docks, all silently looking at the gold-specked night sky, likely wanting some rest from the bustling streets.

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Everyone was so kind to you here...

Despite not knowing who you were, nor where you were from, they were kind.

No one looked at you harshly, or spoke to you unkindly.

You were welcome here.

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...is this the place where you should be?‎

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Lighting the candle inside the paper dome, you walk to the edge of the pier holding the now glowing lantern over the water.

Taking a deep breath, you let go of the lantern, watching it steadily climb to join the rest.

You wish that you will be able to mix in with the other people here, just as your lantern mixes in with other's lanterns, each carrying their owners wishes. You silently thank the kind mother that gifted you this chance.

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You hope her and her children's wishes come true too.

You hope the Archons bless her family for the kindness she showed a stranger.

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'maybe...'

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You watch your lantern until you can no longer keep track of it, as it truly blends in with so many others.

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'...maybe this is the right place for me.'

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Brilliant lights fly around you as you spin, your movements as graceful as a scarlet ribbon flowing through air. Joyful laughter and music mixing together beautifully.

For the first time in weeks, you were happy.

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When you first entered Liyue Harbor, you were nervous.

Would someone here recognize you? With so many travelers, there was bound to be one from Mondstadt right? Someone who would have heard about you, someone who knew your family?

You were afraid that word of your disappearance had spread so far. Would you not be welcome anywhere anymore?

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Would you be destined to always be unwanted?

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But after entering Liyue, you were proved your worry was truly for nothing.

You were welcomed by everyone, and you didn't feel as lost as you thought you would. You weren't the only outlander there, many others having been attracted by the promises of beauty and wonder, also looking to feel the warmth only friends can bring, all being only a fraction of what this jewel of a nation can give. Such is the way of Liyue.

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You had somehow ended up dancing with the people, the music drawing you to the city center filled with singing, laughter and dancing. Your grace making every move you made look effortless, and your laughter like pure music, your happiness was contagious, making everyone around join you in dance.

It had been less than 2 weeks since you left Mondstadt, but at that very moment, being surrounded by new people who did not have a single care for who you previously were yet danced with you all the same...

Even now, multiple days into the festival, after you had met new people and there they were, dancing with you as though you had known each other for years.

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It felt as though this truly was the nation you were meant to be in.

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Your wish just might have come true.

Because this truly was the right place for you.

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Maybe a new life isnt as far away from your reach as you first thought...

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