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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO
So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...
Riding the Beasts
SCP 682 smut
CW: Monsterfucking
Sihtric AU-arama
Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.
Some good ass edging
Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut
I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric]
Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.
The Things We Do With Power - I
The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.
A very old promise
Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.
All About A Gag
Sihtric x Finan x Osfert.
Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.
Domestic - Lan Mandragoran
Lan x Reader, being cute.
One Big Bed
Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.
The Pantsident
Mark tore his pants.
Mark x Reader smut
A Long Drive [Marnas]
Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.
Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley
Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.
BoB Sexarama
Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.
A3 - Throuple
Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons
BoB Poly Family BS
You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them.
Modern verse, headcanon list
Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done
Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.
First Kiss - Draco Malfoy
Set during book six.
First Kiss - Eric Northman
Simple as.
Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile
Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.
Good Good Good, Good Vibrations
Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.
Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert
Needy Needy Lambertini.
Lambert in the Middle
Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.
Another Lovely Puppy Pile
Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)
Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus
Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's.
Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.
Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child
It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.
TLK Underworld AU
Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts
Finan Eating You Out
He's good with his mouth, let's be real
How He Met Me - VI
August POV version of The Prophet [fic]
At the Desk - Napoleon Solo
Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.
Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric
Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.
On the table - Sihtric
Canon verse, he humps you on the table
Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson
Bath sex with Sy
Ever Curiouser - I
Hellboy Longfic, polyship.
Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty
Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth
Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader
A beastly smut
The Bebbanboys
Band AU headcanons
Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around
Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job
Sweetheart Prompt #3
Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise
Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best
Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick
Ulysses Klaue Smut
Does exactly what it says on the tin.
No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe
Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.
Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe
CW: Incest
Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.
Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU
Ubbe and Alfred shower together.
This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest
Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.
Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1
Santi knocking you up.
Alpha Geralt Going Feral
Nasty smut with no excuses
Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1
Sihtric knocking you up
Omega Sihtric Going Feral
Needy Omega Sihtric
Alpha Geralt Scenting You
Scenting sesh getting out of hand.
Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex
Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.
Scenting Omega Sihtric
Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.
My Fair Lady
Shameless Aldflaed smut
Expectations - Loki
Shameless Loki smut
Choking Sam Winchester
Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.
At Saltwick
What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.
Sex in Public - Sihtric
Canon verse.
Neteyam x Au'Nung
Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.
Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff]
More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons
Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle
Shameless smut
Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge
Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.
Breeding V1 - Jake Sully
Jake Sully knocking you up.
Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How
Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan
Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts
Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.
Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream
Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.
By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric
Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.
The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric
Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.
The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader
CW: RPF and RPS
Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas.
Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.
All Three of Them
Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut
Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth
Shameless smut with a lil twist
Threesome with Sihtric and Finan
Dirty smutty smut smut smut
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Bloom
(I found each picture through Pinterest, I don't own!)
Description: Spring has come and you ask Stephen to demonstrate something to you, personally.
Pairing: Gender Neutral Reader (No race or body type mentioned) x Stephen Colley
A/N: This is just the unloading of a daydream I have. I typed this out in a server to share with my friends but, I wanted to share here because it's springtime and I am having soft (not-so-soft) feelings for this boy again.
Word Count: 1,043
Warnings: smut! (18+), male masturbation, uhm voyerism?, slight confession near the end?
I cleaned this up but it isn't perfect it's basically just a scenario with him. Enjoy if you want, sorry for any errors!
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It's always you pulling him away from yard work. You probably did so on a really hot day, so it was justified anyway. The poor lad doesn't get enough breaks. Each time you bring him away from work, alone and wide-eyed, it was very interesting, very fun. He learns when he's with you and you show him how valuable he can be.
But this time you have him in your room, there's this privacy covering you both. Though, you pulled him away right in the middle of starting on a fresh plot of soil. He's a bit anxious, hoping that his bosses don't come across his job half fulfilled and him missing.
However—the moment you get him alone, and the manner in which you pull at his dirt-stained clothes always forces him to forget everything else. With you, Stephen never had to worry, no obligations were expected from him.
So you're kissing his skin, and he is flushing as bright as ever. You're pulling his clothes off but, he's not that experienced (just going to pretend that that creepy older woman in the film never met him) he's not sure with his hands still, even after all that practice with you.
At this point it was only basic things between you, him touching you, pleasing you. And, there was nothing wrong with that. For you, this time was different because you wished to focus on Stephen, all of your undivided attention directed toward him.
And, again, he's unsure, so you aren't going to ask him to press himself inside of you, or anything overwhelming. You're not going to offer to take him in your mouth. You pull away from him and his arousal is apparent. He's dazed, sweating from the heat, and there's stray hairs sticking to the back of his neck.
Both of you are affected but, he looks like he ran a marathon thanks to the unseasonably spring heat (and you.)
You sit back on your bed and watch him pant. You ask, "How about we take care of that?" And he knows what you're referring to. He just...doesn't know how you are aiming to do this. Not yet. But you have this plan. You know a fair amount of what he likes, the little details for him. You think it could be fun.
"Stephen, can you show me how you like to touch yourself? I want to see how you get yourself off."
And good lord, if he's not taken aback. He's hard, bracing his hands back on your wooden desk and pressing firm against his work pants. Stephen is nervous and even though he's done that billions of times, thinking of you, he's forgotten in this moment.
He won't voice that he likes the idea, that he feels comfortable with letting you see him in that way. It's that giddy feeling, and he wants to appear calm and collected.
So he unlaces his trousers, he slides his pants down, just enough where he can take himself out. He's dripping so much, you can see it shine in the afternoon sunlight. Falling almost to your floor. His hands rub over his length, and then he's spitting—
Dribbling in his palm and stroking.
Stephen has to sit down, he knows that he would stumble, his legs always grow weak with each pass of his hand. And you've seen him before, but you compliment him heavily.
"Stephen, you look so nice. Look at you my Darling boy, so hard for me."
And he can't meet your eye until he starts to lose himself in his hand. He's pushing his pants down more so he can really grab hold of himself, he's breathing quicker and those slick noises from his erection and his hand are amongst a song going through the room.
You see that...he's holding back, muffling everything behind his reddened lips but you tell him, "Let it out, show me how good it feels, you always sound so pretty when you do."
And goodness, christ, he's close, and he let's it all go from his mouth. He doesn't want to be done anytime soon but he can't help it whatsoever. Your voice, your eyes, sinking into his flesh and his damp skin.
He can feel you carry the heat inside of him, you just won't take your eyes away.
The cherry on top for Stephen, arrives when you tell him how 'good of a boy' he is. He doesn't know why that title gets to him, "Good Boy."
He knows that it makes him squirm, he fidgets volumes more when those fall from your lips. He feels heavenly every time you address that to him. Right here, you're sitting three feet away. You're not laying a finger on him (or yourself) but he can see your chest rise and fall, your fingers creeping to your favorite spots.
And here he is—bucking into his hand and chasing his pleasure, for you.
Seconds away from him letting it all go, seconds from him cumming. Stephen has a twist to his hand as he strokes his erection, he's shuddering with all of his body. He's fucking into the grace of his fingers, swiftly rubbing at his balls with his other hand.
Right before then you ask him, "What do you think about when you touch yourself?"
Stephen gives this breath that is shaky, borderline. He looks up at you and can't stop himself, he can't halt the movements of his hands. He moans, chokes it back and he gathers some sort of self-command.
He takes another breath and he tells you that it's simply you. You're who he pictures when he's touching himself like this. Never failing every time, the image of your face, your lips and your hands on his body has been on a repeat in his eager mind.
And he doesn't last long after that, you feel some sort of pride, hell you could say joy from hearing that. That emotion swells even more when you hear his groans pick up to a higher pitch.
Soon, he's muddling his words, he's not able to warn you. Then he's tossing his head back into the chair, spilling all over his hand, his filthy shirt and the damp skin of his chest.
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Taglist: @mansaaay @inlovewithhisblueeyes @cavillryarchive @emyearns (wasn't sure who else would like to have been tagged 🥺)
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#Stephen Colley#stephen colley x reader#i capture the castle#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill smut#henry cavill blurb#spring#just a lil something#bloom
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I AM HERE TO GIVE YOU A THIRSTY ASK BUT UH: imagine riding mike's face while giving Stephen the best oral sex of his life lsdkjfas;lfdkj LOVE YOU BAI ALSKDJFALKSJ
WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK, BABE?! YOU KNOW THIS IMAGINE WILL MAKE ME MORE THIRSTY THAN I ALREADY AM?! I’m gonna sue you for this! But, actually---you expect a headcanon right? NO. I’M NOT GIVING YOU THAT AFTER SENDING THIS ASK. I AM GIVING YOU A WHOLE ASS ONESHOT FOR OUR BABY BOYS!
Characters: Stephen Colley and Mike (from Hellraiser) x reader
Warnings: Sub baby boys. Male and female receiving! Porn without a plot? Dom! reader. Threesome. Graphic descriptions. Y’all know how I write my smut. I love the filth. Stephen and Mikey are all at legal age, alright?
Words: 1.6k
A/N: Smut under the cut. Also, already updated Witcher of the Night chapter 23! Go check it out in my pinned post! Love y’all! Filthy potatoes come out come out where ever you are!
General taglist for any Henry Cavill fics:
@agniavateira, @iloveyouyen, @rahdaleigh, @silverkitten547, @henrythickcavill, @kaatelyyynn, @marvelousell, @madelinelina, @summersong69, @raynosaurus-rex, @fckdeusername, @evansislife
Their wanton moans were like music to your ears. Definitely angels singing to your own type of heaven that can get you quivering in pleasure once the high kicks in.
They were your two baby boys. The complete polar opposite of each other but magnets you couldn't get rid of nor will you hope to give exchange to because they were the best. Your feminine dominance molding at its finest with their submission made to bend for your will and demands.
Stephen and Mike, the contrary of their own characteristics have made them what they are. Stephen was sweet and biddable, always flustered when told of the dirtiest and filthiest things because he was new to everything. Though, his reluctance had curiosity laying inside of it. Therefore, Mikey was the defiant; the rebellious and naughty boy who was game with everything. Howbeit, what rebellion lies within his risquè attitude emerges the slight kink he had by being slavish over your wishes.
"You taste so fucking good," Mikey moaned in the midst of tongue-fucking you against the mattress. Laid beneath your kneeling, opened legs was a hungry boy who lapped all your sap below. His teeth constantly nipping along your inner thighs, sucking in between the nesh flesh to give a bite, igniting vibrations down your spine as he hummed through your wet folds.
The tip of his tongue flicked along your sensitive clit that he has been sucking on since the start of giving you head. From the moment you'd been tugging Stephen's pants off, Mike was latching onto your clit with his mouth like it was his bastion; a soft, sensitive button that could keep him going for hours, hyping up his energy to the fullest.
He was determined to make you cum hard with his talented---but, quite sloppy mouth. His tongue that could create tons of letters and can even fully construct your name with your pussy as a notebook and his mouth, a pen. Mike was messy when he'd first given you head, but with expanding his own experiences with you, he eventually learned how to lick a pussy with all his might.
Now, his head game was strong that it made you meek and utterly putty on his mouth.
The same goes for Stephen---but, it was the other way around.
You've ordered for his fingers to wrap around your head as you were sucking on his girth, a hand around the base of his cock while the other was tightly yanking off Mike's luscious curls. The British boy restricting himself from being an audible mess as you poured all your energy onto bobbing your head around his cock. Mike's groans shooting intense pleasure up the tight coil forming inside of your navel from all the ministrations happening.
Sucking off Stephen's uncut cock was a newly found gratification that you would always remember.
His supple fingers fell onto the top of your disheveled head, fighting off from tugging your roots from the pleasure he was feeling. The flat of your tongue licked his pre-cum oozing out of his slit, making him utter another round of his restrained moan. Your mouth pulling out from deep-throating his twitching cock.
"What have I told you about keeping those moans to yourself, baby boy?"
Stephen's face was coated in the fullest blush of his cheeks. His neck filling in the redness of his skin and also from the bites that you've somehow given him prior from the current position, "To give in to my pleasures because you love hearing me, miss."
"That's right," you sat back up after going on all fours for both of your boys. Eyes set straight to let Stephen understand that you weren't one to repeat your words again. Your breath hitched when Mike had his own little world and continued to fuck your pussy with his tongue. Two fingers reaching up to expand your folds, exposing more of your cunt as he shoved his tongue in and out of you in a slow, teasing way.
Stephen's heed was solely on your scrunched face, eventually falling forward to give your mouth a kiss when your fingers suddenly reached down to grab onto Stephen's tight gonads. His mouth huffing out a hitch of his own breath as it was already centimeters away from yours.
"Fuck my mouth with your cock and I'll let you kiss me, Stephen."
You forcefully pushed his shoulders away but not before a whine slipped past your filthy lips from how Mike began to slurp. Propping back on all fours, you've had Stephen's cock inside your mouth in no time. Bobbing your head up and down as you massaged his balls with one hand, squeezing them tight which made him moan with his mouth open.
Their eyes closed, freely feeling in the pleasure that you have set them both from a night you promised. You've stuck your tongue out to lap the underside of Stephen's throbbing vein, your body pushing forward from Mike's sudden slap of his hands along your derriere. Massaging your bottom with his greedy fingers, his head moving from side to side as he intentionally moaned to give vibrations over your pussy.
This made you hold onto Stephen's thigh, tightly clawing on his leg while it has given him the courage to place both of his palms on either side of your head, wanting to have that kiss you've promised him with because he never did receive one as Mikey got you all to himself when he was trying to undress.
Stephen began to fuck your mouth, his pace gradually increasing---being so gentle at first because of the filthy idea until he was finally hitting the back of your throat with his slit. Your moans adding up to the pleasure of his steel cock twitching inside of your mouth, knowing that he was close as he sped up, trying hard not to gag from his length as you slurped him all the way with no hesitation.
You were riding Mike's face with a will to cum hard. His gorgeous, prepossessing features scrunched in utmost pleasure over tasting your pussy also had him on edge on the specific action alone without even needing to be sucked. Mike's hand reached down to tug onto his own hardened cock, fisting it hard in his fist as he slurped your pussy whilst you circled your hips---loud enough for you to whimper from how Stephen breathlessly and lewdly moaned by watching his cock slide satisfyingly in your mouth like a drive he didn’t want to cease; bringing him to a newly, heightened euphoria.
Your eyes looked innocent and damp from the constant, deep throating as he prodded your mouth---loving such a dirty thing for your baby boy to do.
The both of you were a moaning mess. Stephen silently whining out a curse word you haven't heard from him since then. You've cried out by how hard you came, ruining Mike's perfect mouth with your cream and accepting Stephen's warm seed inside your mouth. With your other baby boy tucked beneath you, he hadn't come with his hand alone and felt the cravings of needing to feel your tight, wet pussy clenching his cock like a vice.
You were utterly sensitive and trembling. Mike slid off in between your legs, his lips glistening in your juices as he proudly licked them off with his tongue. He needed in from how hard he is at the moment. Stephen was heaving breaths from his first blow-job---listing it off as the best from his sweet miss. You've swallowed him all, sticking your tongue out for him to see his warm white seed all in your mouth before gulping him whole.
Stephen's baby blue eyes were in a daze as you moaned from his salty, rich taste, hearing a soft, weak whimper from such a provocative action shown to him. He reached out and planned to give you the kiss you promised when your head was turned by Mike who knelt behind you, holding your chin to turn your head and kiss you fully on the mouth. His tongue slipping inside to give yourself a taste.
"Please---Oh, please let me fuck your pussy. I need to cum inside you," Mike mumbled in between making out. He could feel Stephen's piqued eyes softly glaring at him in his peripheral vision---adamant of his sudden distraction by having his promised kisses that he needed to feel and have.
Mike deeply whined from how he needed to cum badly, carelessly swathing your tongue with his, fully lapping and giving Stephen a show. Leisurely sucking your tongue before grinning and cocking his head to the side, "What? You've had her mouth. Also, came inside her fucking lips, Colley. I get to have the other. Fair game?" he sing-songed and sarcastically mentioned, widely smiling before his eyes turned mischievous when he'd abruptly reached down to his fingers along your folds, circling them to catching onto your cream before pulling them back and obscenely slipping them inside his mouth.
Your heart rate spiked up from his profound eagerness.
"Mmmh," Mike lowly purred, devilishly grinning as he hastily pushed you down the bed. Stephen turning more flustered and intentionally being ignored by your naughty boy who happened to always like annoying the heck out of him.
His fingers left his mouth with a wet pop, immediately taking your ankles to pry your legs open wide---seeing how drenched you were against the dim lights; milky and leaky just like how your boys want them and he couldn't help but hum another before avidly shifting in between the homey cavern he decided to take raw. Determined for that punishment he knew would eventually come around for being roguish---disobeying your scolds over Stephen, meekly slithering your way to join in the fun you had with Mike who had you pinned on the bed.
"Definitely taking this pussy first, Ma'am."
#Stephen Colley#stephen colley smut#stephen colley x reader#i capture the castle#hellraiser: hellworld#hellraiser hellworld#hellraiser 8#Mike Hellraiser#Mike x Reader#henry cavill x you#henry cavill x y/n#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill#hellraiser mike#Hellraiser Mike x Reader#Hellraiser Mike Fanfiction#hellraiser mike x you#muse: stephen colley#stephen colley x you#stephen colley x y/n#Mike Hellraiser x Reader
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I Don’t Mean It
Pairing: Stephen Colley x reader
Summary: it’s literally porn without plot. my thirst for this boy cannot be contained, nor can i think innocent thoughts about him long enough to come up with an actual plot.
Warning(s): oral (m and f receiving)
Word Count: 1,703
“Kiss me,” you whisper, not caring if anyone is hiding in this greenhouse and can hear you. Your desire is outweighing your logic right now.
Apparently it’s the same for Stephen, because he doesn’t hesitate a second longer before cupping your face and pulling you in for a sweet, gentle kiss. He pulls away from you too quickly. You grow wet at the sight of his darkened eyes and the redness of his lips.
“Kiss me like you mean it,” you demand in a breathy whisper.
He hesitates for just a second before pulling you in again. The kiss is rough and heated this time. Both of you begin to breathe heavily as you drag your hands down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt. His hands, which had hesitantly been resting on your hips, now drop so he can take his shirt off. You pull back to take in the beauty of his body, biting your lip at the muscles of his chest and stomach. He isn’t ripped, but you can tell he spends his days working in the yard, doing hard labor.
“I’m going to touch you, Stephen,” you warn him, “but if you don’t like it, I need you to tell me to stop.”
You’re a lot more experienced than him, something you both are aware of. He’d come to you, asking for you to teach him how to please a woman, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make him feel good, too.
Stephen nods in understanding. You push him back until he collides with the wall of the greenhouse. You begin to kiss down his neck and chest, dragging your nails across his stomach until he’s making delicious sounds in the back of his throat. You bring your mouth to his left nipple and flick it with your tongue. It quickly grows hard in your mouth and you wrap your lips around it, beginning to suck. He throws his head back and moans. You feel his erection press into your stomach. The heat radiates off of him, through his clothes and onto your skin, only increasing your arousal.
“How does that feel?” you ask him as you give attention to his other nipple.
It takes him a second to form words. “G-good. Really… good.”
You get down on your knees, looking up at him as you undo his belt and tug down his pants. He blushes as his cock jumps out.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” you tell him. “You have a beautiful body, Stephen. Any girl with eyes should be enamored with you.”
Those words seem to relax him. Or maybe it’s the way you hold his cock in your hand and lick up the bottom of his shaft, from his balls to the tip, coating his cock in your saliva. You tease your tongue over the tip, tasting a few drops of his pre-cum on your tongue. You look up at him to see his head thrown back and eyes closed, savoring every second of your mouth on him. Heat floods your core at the sight of his bliss. You take him all the way in your mouth, struggling to fit all of him. You begin to bob your head up and down, swallowing his pre-cum, but he tenses up.
“Wait!” he cries out.
Instantly you pull back. The point of this is for him to enjoy it. You’re not about to push him too far, even if you do like the sounds he makes when you wrap your mouth around him. “What is it?” you ask.
“I…” His face is red, either from arousal or embarrassment. “I won’t last if you do that.”
You smirk up at him. “That’s the point, Stephen.”
He stammers, “B-but… I’m supposed to be… pleasing you. How am I supposed to…?”
“You can please a woman with more than just your cock,” you tell him, loving the way he blushes at your filthy words. “I want to suck you off until you come down my throat. Is that okay?”
He just blinks down at you, looking like he’s in a trance.
“Stephen, can I put my mouth on you again?” you ask.
He nods eagerly and you have to hold back a laugh. You’re prepared for the vastness of him this time and open your mouth wide enough to fit him more easily. It only takes a few bobs of your head before he brings his hand to your hair and holds you down as he begins to fuck your mouth. You groan around him, the vibrations of your voice no doubt bringing him closer to the edge. A few thrusts later you feel his cock twitch and your throat is coated with his warm, salty seed. You swallow it down greedily before pulling away.
Stephen is breathless for a good while as you rise to your feet. You move over to the worktable, which you’d already cleared off in preparation for this.
“How was that?” you ask as you hop up onto the table.
He leans against the wall, unable to move. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” When he moves over to you, his eyes are serious. “I think I’m in love with you.”
You don’t allow yourself the pleasure of believing those words for a second. “You’re in love with Cassandra,” you remind him. “This is why you’re doing this, isn’t it? Because you want to be good for her?”
He blinks, as if suddenly remembering why he’s here. He looks at the ground as he rubs his neck and says, “She doesn’t love me back. Whatever she feels for me, it’s not love.”
You spread your legs and pull him close until he’s pressed against your core. “Then she’s a fool.”
Stephen looks back at you and opens his mouth to say something. No words come out, though. He just kisses you. There’s still plenty of passion and heat, though he touches you with the same softness he had the first time. Something about the way his mouth moves against yours makes heat spread all over your body.
You finally pull back to say, “Take off my dress. When you undress her, do it slowly. As if she’s a present you want to take your time unwrapping.”
He does his best to listen despite the clear excitement in his eyes as he unzips your dress. He helps you out of it, leaving you in your brassiere, underwear, and stockings. His eyes roam all over your body. You feel beautiful, sexy, under his gaze.
“Take off my brassiere,” you tell him, “and kiss me how I kissed you.”
His hands shake as he unclasps your top and pulls it off, taking a second to admire your breasts before leaving gentle pecks down your neck and shoulders, slowly making his way to your chest. By the time he wraps a mouth around your nipple, they’re already hard with arousal. You bring his hand to your other breast. He knows what to do immediately, quickly beginning to knead your breast in his hand. You throw your head back and moan as his touches make you drip with want--no, with need. You’re desperate for him already.
“Fuck, Stephen,” you gasp out.
He pulls back from you to ask, “What do I do now?”
It takes you a second to think through the lustful fog clouding your mind right now. “Get on your knees. Kiss up the inside of my thigh. Do it to both legs.”
He complies well, his lips teasing even more wetness out of you. By the time he’s kissing up your other leg, your body is on fire and you’re completely breathless. You can’t stop the moans and gasps escaping you even if you wanted to.
“Put your mouth on me,” you get out. “P-please.”
He kisses you over your panties, suddenly realizing how wet you are. His mouth isn’t enough with your underwear still there. But he must know that with the way he teasingly kisses up and down your core, from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit.
“S-Stephen please!” you cry out, desperate for more. “I need…” You can’t even get out another word. He tugs your underwear to the side and licks a quick stripe up your core. Your entire body spasms and your eyes roll back at the touch, too quick for you to gain any satisfaction from it.
“Are you supposed to be this… wet?” Stephen asks.
You nod your head. “The wetter she is, the more…” Oh, fuck, that devilish tongue of his is going to throw you over the edge! “The more aroused she is.”
“So you like this?” he asks cheekily before returning his tongue to your center.
He holds down your legs as he begins to lick at you with the eagerness of a child licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. You cry out in pleasure as he pushes his tongue inside your entrance.
“F-fuck, Stephen!” you gasp. “Keep-keep doing that.”
He complies. Your core begins to tighten as you near the edge. Without thinking you bring your hand to your clit and begin to move a finger in fast, rushed circles. Stephen quickly learns that that’s pleasing for you and replaces your hand with his own. With the way his tongue fucks in and out of you and he touches your clit, you’re coming in no time. He licks up your come the way you’d done with him, leaving you clean and dry.
“Was that okay?” Stephen asks when he’s back on his feet again.
You nod. “Cassy is… a lucky girl.”
His face burns as he smiles. He blushes so easily; it’s something you love about him. “Are we going to do… anything else?”
You want to, fuck do you want to, but you’re not about to take that first experience from him. “Your first time should be with someone you love, Stephen. You should do it with Cassy.”
He nods and… is the light playing tricks on you, or is there disappointment in his eyes? “Yeah, alright. Well… thank you. For… you know, this.”
You give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’d do anything for you, Stephen.”
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Black Lives Matter: 57 Racism Awareness Books, Movies, Resources and More
The past week has been a heavy one. The reality of anti-Black racism in the US, Canada and around the world is no secret. But over the last several days, the outrage over repeated and systemic violence against Black people reached a boiling point, fuelled by a recent spate of police brutality. In response, white people and other non-Black folk around the world are taking it upon themselves—finally—to educate themselves to be better allies, to unlearn generations of internalized racism, and to attempt to become the anti-racist citizens the world needs in order to have a chance at lasting change.
The past week may have been a wake-up call for some but the truth is, nothing about this is new. This is what Black communities have been living with for centuries. As Roxane Gay writes in a recent op-ed for the New York Times, about the post-pandemic status quo people are hoping to return to: “The rest of the world yearns to get back to normal. For Black people, normal is the very thing from which we yearn to be free.”
If you’re a non-Black person who has never fully engaged with the reality of systemic racism due to your own privilege, it’s on you to educate yourself. Read on for a list of films, television shows, books, social media accounts and other resources to turn to in the coming weeks, months and years to understand better the history of anti-Black racism.
FILMS & TV SHOWS
13th, Ava DuVernay (Netflix)
Fruitvale Station, Ryan Coogler (on demand)
The Hate U Give, George Tillman Jr. (Crave)
Ninth Floor, Mina Shum (National Film Board of Canada)
Selma, Ava DuVernay (on demand)
I Am Not Your Negro, Raoul Peck (Amazon Prime Video)
If Beale Street Could Talk, Barry Jenkins (Amazon Prime Video)
Do The Right Thing, Spike Lee (on demand)
Just Mercy, Destin Daniel Cretton (on demand)
Clemency, Chinonye Chukwu (on demand)
Watchmen, Damon Lindelof (Crave)
Journey to Justice, Roger McTair (National Film Board of Canada)
Les Misérables, Ladj Ly (on demand)
When They See Us, Ava DuVernay (Netflix)
BlackKklansmen, Spike Lee (Crave)
The Good Fight, Robert King, Michelle King and Phil Alden Robinson (on demand)
Beyond Moving, Vikram Dasgupta (Hot Docs Canada)
The Colour of Beauty, Elizabeth St. Philip (National Film Board of Canada)
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I got to spend time with my WHEN THEY SEE US family yesterday and every minute was a joy. Netflix screened our film and we had a beautiful talk afterward moderated by my dear friend JJ. Then, our brilliant composer Kris played his piano live with images from the film projected above him. Magnificent. And my stellar teammates from @arraynow were in the house for it all – which made it even better. Earlier in the day, we were honored with four awards by @aafca. It was one of those days that at the end of it, you just smile, basking in the light of friends and loved ones. Hugs to all. xo Styling: @jasonbolden @starburleigh Makeup: @adamburrell Hair: @ladysoulfly
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BOOKS
White Fragility, Robin DiAngelo
Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates
Me and White Supremacy, Layla F Saad
Born a Crime, Trevor Noah
Becoming, Michelle Obama
The Color Purple, Alice Walker
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
Girl, Woman, Other, Bernardine Evaristo
Dreams From My Father, Barack Obama
Homegoing, Yaa Gyasi
How to Be an Antiracist by Ibram X Kendi
Sulwe, Lupita Nyong’o
Beloved, Toni Morrison
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Sneak preview of the paperback cover of #girlwomanother! Published 5 March 2020. In case you're wondering, the hardback cover design was too subtle to stand out in the smaller pbk size. I was staggered to discover this week that the novel was the 12th bestseller for hardback fiction in the UK for 2019, and only one of two books on the list that are not 'mass market big-hitters' (Lee Child, John Grisham, Sophie Kinsella, Stephen King, JoJo Moyes, Le Carre, etc) – although all bestsellers become just that. So – the surreality of Being Bookered (and Baracked) continues. My work is reaching readers who wouldn't normally encounter it or want to read it. Barriers are coming down and my 12 womxn are flying off into a life of their own. #ase #grateful #bookstagram #books #penguinbooks #bookclubofinstagram #booklover #bernardineevaristo
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SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS
Rachel Elizabeth Cargle, writer and activist (Instagram)
Deray Mckesson, activist (Twitter)
Brittany Packnett, activist (Twitter)
Tyrone Rex Edwards, reporter (Instagram)
Tracy Peart, makeup artist (Instagram)
Nikki Ogunnaike, Deputy Fashion Director, GQ (Instagram)
Nikole Hannah Jones, journalist (Twitter)
Donte Colley, influencer (Instagram)
Mustafa the Poet, poet and songwriter (Instagram)
Danielle Prescod, Style Director, BET (Instagram)
Kathleen Newman-Bremang, writer (Twitter)
Roxane Gay, writer (Twitter)
Shannae Ingleton Smith, entrepreneur (Instagram)
Sasha Exeter, influencer (Instagram)
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Swipe for resources. • Racial justice is a feminist issue and the deep disparity in how white women showed up for “all women” at the women’s march but haven’t showed up in the millions for the current uprising speaks to the @harpersbazaarus article I wrote back in 2018 titled “When Feminism Is White Supremacy In Heels” • My work has always been done through the intersected lens of race and womanhood. You can find more resources from me on this topic in my bio including the link to my article and the link to my recorded lecture Unpacking White Feminism. • White women I am demanding you tap into the radical empathy I mentioned in my public address yesterday. Move past “I’m so sorry this is happening to you” and ask yourself “how do I play into the pain the black community is doing and how do I hold myself and my community accountable for enacting justice?” Ask yourself what moved you to show up on the streets in 2017 but isn’t lighting a fire in you in this very moment. • Do you hear me? Drop a comment/emoji and tag who needs to hear this • #revolutionnow #manifest #racism #blm #soul #spirit #yoga #crystals #essentialoils #goodvibes #goddess #yoga #retreat #yogaretreat #seattle #nyc #la #marieforleo #gabriellebernstein #spiritual #success #lifecoach #bookclub #nyc #lululemon #doterra #wanderlust #teachersofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #catsofinstagram
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PODCASTS
Still Processing, hosted by Jenna Wortham and Wesley Morris (The New York Times)
Pod Save the People, hosted by Deray Mckesson (Crooked Media)
1619, hosted by Nikole Hannah Jones (The New York Times)
Code Switch, hosted by Shereen Marisol Meraji and Gene Demby (NPR)
Code Black, co-founded by Renee Duncan, Bunmi Adeoye and Maxine McDonald (Code Black Communicator Network)
TODAY: @PodSaveThePpl's @deray & @ClintSmithIII are going live to discuss art and activism. 3:00pm ET/12:00pm PT on Crooked's Instagram. https://t.co/2XfIGABtN2 pic.twitter.com/udABQrbPoA
— Crooked Media (@crookedmedia) June 1, 2020
RESOURCES
By Blacks (Instagram)
Black Art 365 (Instagram)
The Conscious Kid (Instagram)
Black Artist Space (Instagram)
Black Lives Matter (Instagram)
Black Lives Matter Toronto (Twitter)
Gal-Dem Zine (Instagram)
https://ift.tt/2ZZMWBo
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Daily Cavill Drabble - Wednesday
Prompt From This List
Angel!Stephen
"Stephen..." You approach your lover, not sure how to broach the subject. He looks up from his gardening. "Yes my dear." He says softly.
You bite down on your bottom lip. You doubt your news could please him. “I did a pregnancy test.” You mutter. You search his face for a nonverbal reaction he can't hide. But Stephen keeps his features schooled.
"My love." He whispers. There is a flush on his cheeks now, but his ocean eyes are stormy. You have no idea what this could mean. "Stephen..." You mumble. You wish that he'd just say something. But he remains silent.
Your heart sinks. You should have kept your mouth shut. You should have just left him to his flowers. You should have never let him into your bed.
"But..." Stephen mutters. He heaves a soft sigh and makes a ponderous noise. "Nephilim are not safe. They are never safe from either side." He says. He shakes his head. "I was foolish. I am sorry." He mutters.
He falls to his knees, seeming to pray. He is no longer the naïve young angel you welcomed into your home. What you just told him changed him. From one second to the next. He has to be a fighter now.
He has to defend you and his unborn child now.
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Gap in the Trees
Gif credit: @soniabragas
Description: You found yourself lost in the new land that your family had moved to. A break in the forest gave way to a large castle with a boy working hard under the rising sun. At first meeting, you find a peculiar attraction to him.
Pairing: (Race/Body type not mentioned) Gender Neutral Reader x Stephen Colley
A/N: Yesterday, I watched I Capture the Castle, and of course I fell in love with Stephen. (How could I not?) This sort've came out of nowhere though, in a fit of daydreaming. I am not spoiling the film, but I just wanted to change how everything ended up for him in the end.
He is the epitome of warmth and compassion, and he deserved more. I have no idea where this thing would be going but, I needed to write about this sweet boy.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: none, other than pillowy soft fluff and some sparks of attraction.
Proofreading happened, sorry for any errors. Enjoy!
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He first appeared to you in the morning light.
There was a mist that left everything around in a sheen of dewy sweat, him including. The sun shone through the trees, and it was clear to you that everything wet had been so overnight.
You weren't sure how long the boy had been out here. Maybe it was always, all hours of the day until way after sunset. Or, maybe it was now and again.
This was an unfamiliar part of the countryside, one in which you have never trekked before. The foliage grew thicker here. Oak trees, bushes, weeds, and a world of other vegetation sprouted in every direction.
Today may have been the first time that you had ever gotten grass stains on your clothes.
The edges of the leaves scratched your skin. With an opened hand, you would push away the stray twigs with your palms and weave your way around the wildest parts of the wood. Your eyes adjusted to a newfound baby blue color, sprinkling at the ends of stems and standing out amongst the verdant surroundings.
You weren't sure where you were going that daybreak. The directions from your parents were filled with uncertainty. Once you left your new estate, it was as if you had no memory entering that lush greenery.
Maybe you were in a dream. To be around such peaceful nature, a new culture, it all felt unreal to live in this country.
You must have woken up when the sun kissed your face for the first time. In the small spaces of the treetops, a warm ray would cast down. Then, at the right spot, you could feel it blanket your body.
However, you were sure that your eyes were wide open when they first laid on the male in the umber suspenders.
He was bent over near a flower bed, both of his hands dug deep into the Earth and pulling free the roots of weeds. He would rotate his body, in a manner that was practiced and somewhat monotonous, and toss the roots into a steel wheelbarrow.
The boy stopped and wiped his hands together before rubbing his coffee-stained digits onto the thighs of his pants, leaving behind a dark shadow on the material.
He stretched his lithe figure, and one of his hands went to rub at the muscles on his back, faintly wincing at a quiet crack that ensued. A knuckle of his free hand went to wipe at his forehead, smudging a mark on his damp skin.
His lashes fluttered in a cooling breeze and with the wind calming down, his blue eyes opened to meet the image of you.
You could see his breath hitch in his heaving chest from where you stood. He slowly removed his hand from the spot on his forehead. And, for a long while, the young man did nothing but gape at you.
The blue in his eyes reminded you of your favorite crayon as a child, cornflower, you think. The dusted magenta from his cheekbones to his jaw brought the image of cupid to your mind. The shade seemed to blend down to the boy's parted lips. He appeared virtuous and youthful, you half expected a halo to float above his head.
A spot of sunshine brightened up the side of his perspiring face and you could pick up that his near-black hair was close to the color of the soil on his forehead. A droplet of sweat lazily found its way down his temple and was lost under his angular jaw.
When you took a breath you decided to smile at him, close-lipped and probably nowhere as nervous as him. Your hand was unclasped from the other in front of you and you gingerly waved to him.
"Hi, I'm sorry to be a bother but I am looking for the...Mortmain residence?"
You told the boy your name and his eyes seemed to widen a bit more, but, only for a fraction of a second. He relaxed and sent you a rather pearly grin.
"Hello, I'm Stephen, I am—a laborer for the Mortmain estate."
His head turned around to the castle sitting several paces behind him, his hand gesturing around. But, soon after the boy's face found yours, and interest pooled into his eyes.
A spark entered your mind at the last name, Mortmain, you were positive you found the right home. You took in the land around and the large stone and mortar structure in the distance before finding those cornflower eyes again. A small smile grew on your lips.
"Ah, I believe these are the neighbors that I introduce myself to."
Your feet maneuvered around fallen branches and closer to the young man. You stopped two feet away from him and presented your hand. Stephen quickly grasped your hand in his clammy one, shaking it and leaving behind several marks on your fingers and palm.
You found yourself chuckling at the apology that came from his lips soon after. He reached into his back pocket and fished out a white towel, partially dyed with soil. Stephen pushed the towel into your hands and watched you wipe your palm off. His fingers on one hand went to scratch at the nape of his neck.
When you finished you simply held the towel and peered up at him. His stature towered over you by several inches. Stephen's face was far rosier up close than when you were further away from him. And at this proximity, you saw the tawny splash of color in one of his eyes.
"Thank you for the towel, Stephen."
A pink tongue wet his lips and he gave you a timid shake of his head,
"No need to thank me. I-I should have been more careful."
Your teeth sunk lightly into your lower lip to bite back a smirk. For no central reason, you found yourself captivated with this polite worker. He was native to this land. You knew this the moment you heard his name slip from his mouth. With that accent, you quickly took a liking to his proper articulation of everyday speech.
The smudge remaining on his forehead caught your eye. With a careful movement, you bunched the white towel in your hands and lifted it to wipe at his dewy forehead. Your feet stepped closer to his body, close to where you could feel the heat radiating off of him.
"I like your accent, you sound very eloquent."
Stephen stiffened under your touch, and you could see the previous grin drop from his face. Only, the young man was not frowning but appeared in a stupor, like a child who would see lighting for the very first time.
He watched your hand remove itself from his face. On the cloth, he noticed the dark marking there. He blinked, eyes moving from the towel and back to your eyes. The boy was rapidly flushing clear to his neck. Then, he found his breath again.
"T-thank you,"
Stephen faltered in his words.
"I uhm—I like yours as well."
Your hands grasped the towel and began folding it, playful eyes never removing from the young man's face. You opened the distance between you two and turned your head toward the direction of the grand castle.
"Will you show me the family, Stephen?"
You handed the boy his towel. And, there he stood, dark brows furrowing down at the cloth, heart pounding in his chest. He stood in that spot for a fair amount of time, his feet planted stagnant like a tree.
Eventually, after many seconds, Stephen rose his head to find that you were already on your way toward the structure. He stuffed the towel into his back pocket and gently called after you, feet soon matching your leisurely pace and the sleeve of his loose shirt brushing against yours.
The chatter of conversation was soft between you both as he guided you toward the castle. Your voices were vaguely heard under the cheerful song of birds and insects in the wood.
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Daily Cavill Drabble - Monday
Prompt From This List
K - Kissing what is it like kissing them?
Vampire!Stephen
Stephen's lips are smooth, always slickly slick and cold. Not subzero cold, but he is definitely not normal body temperature. If he's fed, his lips might be somewhat warmer and when he's just woken from his day sleep, they will be colder. But never will they be hard to the touch.
Stephen is a more submissive person, so when you kiss, he'll let you take the lead. He'll let you do the exploring. And by the gods, he loves it when you scratch your tongue on his fangs.
He is very eager. And not mention noisy! Stephen cannot keep quiet when you are intimate. Kissing goes together with whimpering and whining, a lot of it!
He wants to be touching you, too. No kissing without Stephen getting his hands on you. Usually your hips, pulling your body against his. He is so eager to love you!
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Touch Starved Stephen Colley
You startle a little when you feel someone crawl into your bed. Of course, that can only be Stephen. His skin is cold as he snuggles up against you.
“Hey baby.” You whisper. Stephen does not reply, but draws you closer into his embrace. You turn around in his arms. “Hey, sorry I am late.” Stephen mumbles.
“It’s fine sweetling.” You throw you arm around him and caress his back. Gooseflesh rises on his skin and there is a loud sigh from his lips. “I have missed you.” You cooe. “I have missed you, too.” Stephen mumbles. He nuzzles his face into his hair. He inhales the scent of you.
“You alright?” You whisper, running yours fingers over his spine. Stephen shudders and crushes you against his torso. “Just really tired.” He mutters. “You should have gone home to sleep before rushing over here.” You scold him softly. “N-no.” Stephen stammers. “What no?” You cooe. “I missed you so much, I needed to see you. I need to be with you.” Stephen replies.
He burrows his face into the nape of your neck, delving his body deeper into your embrace. You drag your nails over his scalp and Stephen sags against you. “Sleep now, my love.” You purr. Stephen tries to protest, but he is too tired. You make s soft soothing sound. “Sleep, sweetling, sleep. Lay down my sweetling and sleep, no need to fear and no need to weep.” You sing to him.
And slowly Stephen sinks into sweet sleep in your arms, finally at comfort.
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Daily Cavill Drabble - Friday
Prompt From This List
Omega!Stephen
W - Walk where do they like going together?
Stephen is like your personal little forest nymph. He loves to be out in the woods. He'll run to and fro and be an exitable pup. He'll pick you flowers and bring you berries and nuts. All in all he is going to be super adorable.
He also loves to make love to you in the woods. The scent of flowers mingling with your scent is like magic to him. To see your skin illuminated by the moonlight and fireflies is enough to make him fall in love with you all over again.
It is very cute how happy Stephen is to be in the woods. You usually go together, to make sure he is safe and no other Alpha's go after him. Stephen does not mind this at all.
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Soulmates First Meeting - Stephen Colley
People can only see colours once they met their soulmate
You meet him at a party in London, where he looks rather obviously out of place. He’s shy and polite and middle aged women are swarming around him. Briefly you wonder why he is the only one who’s hair is gleaming so beautifully and why his eyes are blue rather than grey, like everyone else’s.
But then, the dime drops. You can see the pink fluster on his cheeks and the raspberry shade of his lips. The colour of his tie exactly matches his eyes.
And then his gaze meets yours. You can almost see his breath catch in his chest. It is happening to him, too.
The slow appearance of colour into his world. And it all begins with you.
It all begins with him.
You approach him and see how his fluster becomes much, much darker. You smile widely at him.
“Hello, I am Y/N.” You murmur. “I have been looking for you, what is your name?” You send him a sweet smile. “I .. I am St-stephen.” He replies. “Great to finally meet you, Stephen.” You cooe.
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Stephen Colley - Domestics
"I'll wash, you dry, alright." You say. Stephen calmly nods and takes the dishes over to the sink. He is an easy going lad. He accepts your lead.
You plug the sink and let it fill up with hot water. You pour in a little bit of dish soap and hand Stephen a dish towel. Then, you begin to sing and start scrubbing the dishes. Stephen joins in and sends you a stunner of a smile.
"I am glad you are here." You tell him. Stephen chuckles and leans in to kiss you sweetly. "I am too. It is nice to be here, with you." He says sweetly. He kisses you again and rubs his nose against yours.
He takes the plate you have washed and dries it off.
You sing together. You wash and he dries. He makes you intensely happy. His smile, his eyes and his voice. You are in love with all of him.
Stephen leans in to steal kisses every now and then, slowing down the process. But you don't mind. You like Stephen's kisses. You happily kiss him back.
Once the dishes are done, you put the plates and cutlery away and drag Stephen to your bedroom.
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Just Making Out - Stephen Colley
The stars smile down upon you while Stephen pulls you into his lap. He kisses you slowly. You happily kiss him back, tangling your fingers into his hair. Stephen groans every so sweetly. You love the sounds he makes for you. They are sweet and only slightly desperate.
You share slow kisses, grinding against each other every so often. You lick into Stephen's mouth. His tongue meets yours and he pulls your pelvis against his. You moan ever so sweetly.
Stephen topples you over into the grass. He sweetly kisses you again, while you giggle against each others lips.
He rubs his nose against yours and smile a wide smile. "You make me so wild." He whispers. You chuckle. "You will have to wait until we are home." You say. Stephen huffs softly. But he kisses you again.
He kisses you tenderly. He kisses you sensually. You moan against his lips. You want more. You want as much as he does. But you know you can't go too far.
Stephen grinds down against you. You can't help a whimper. You feel that he is hard in the confines of his slacks. Oh how desirable his desire is. How good it makes you feel. You can barely hold back. But you control yourself. Because you are in someone else's garden and not at home.
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Puppet Strings
Please don’t police the shit out of me for this one (I’ve read and seen all of what’s happening in Tumblr with the talented authors 😭😫---either way, I DGAF if I get judged for writing this. Y’all are getting this for free. LMAO. Welcome to my freakin’ kinky world. 😭
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Characters: Stephen Colley x Reader
Summary: You’ve had Stephen wrapped around your finger by using your family’s kindness to your advantage---keeping him guilty and complying over whatever wishes you wanted---he was giving it due to your manipulative, cunning persona. You were being head-over-heels for him that made you have your reasons, thinking that being the way you are was fine for your strong obsession.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ Manipulative reader. Obsessed reader. This is quite dark for me because she’s using our puppy to her benefit (somehow?)---using Stephen as if he’s her boy toy. Spitting. Sub!Stephen. Porn with a plot. (Though, this was planned to only be porn without a plot LMAO) Dub-con. Exhibitionism. Angst? Thirsty ass reader. Not connected to the plot of the movie.
Words: 3,810+
A/N: I didn’t know what happened that this ended up this way. Please don’t judge my soul for this.I was all ‘oh my baby stephen’ to writing this filthy shit. Also, Stephen’s 20 in this and the reader is 19, okay? So, legal. (In my country it is) ENJOY, FILTHY LADIES! This made me pout because of how soft Stephen is and the reader is quite...Eh. 😭 I think this will be a 3-5 part fic. Heehee. Or maybe not----lmao. We’ll see.
Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS PART! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE! Sorry for the grammatical errors and such because English isn’t my mother tongue! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK AFTER READING, BB!
Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and this fanfic is definitely from moi.
MY WORKS ARE NOT NOT NOT NOT NOOOOOOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES. My official username in Wattpad is “TATATHEPOTATO” and that’s the only other site I have for writing aside from Tumblr. Thank you, Tater tots!
THE SMELL OF BLUEBELLS WAS ARDENT AND SWITH, it's scent thoroughly withstanding and wafting through your nose with the odor of sweat. Stephen's earthy and musk scent adding more stimulation to what was being given down south and around the canvas of your breasts.
An ample amount of slime trailed a path from the swell of your knockers through the meander of your neck, feeling a pair of soft, delicate lips having its way and paving to have a suck; thrilled and exploratory over giving you a mark that you surely ordered him around to.
You've felt the tiny nibbles on your neck, feeling full over being filled by the cock of your family's lackey who happened to be under your manipulative, presumptuous fingers. Stephen was having his way with you, as he was commanded to do so in the middle of harvesting crops; all sweaty, dirty and masking in his domestic labor as your fingers hooked along his belt hoops, pulling him away from the field towards a veiled place where bluebells were filled.
The first time you've had sex with Stephen, he was beyond hesitant. His rosy cheeks fueled as if it was on fire from the moment you've asked him for more of his services; to be the one to take your virginity rather than a rich, middle aged man who had terrible mustaches that crept the heck out of you.
Stephen and his pure innocence understood your favors of help by wanting him to accompany you in the city while you buy things for yourself or stuff that your mother asked to buy.
Much to your dismay for his lack of apprehension, It wasn't the type of aid you were asking for.
How pretty his face flushed a lot more from how you've frankly told him that you needed a different type of assistance to satisfy that curiosity of yours made you giggle, the desire pooling more in the pit of your stomach, filling in the prurient passion as if it was enough to stimulate you.
Stephen Colley was utterly pretty, beyond God's work as he was sculpted with a face of a Greek God as people have been saying. Your family even admiring God's work of art by how he was created; enough to be painted and inspired to be sculptured in the museums. He was the first boy in your fantasies and the only one that could make you breathe deep breaths in between rubbing the itch in your mound as you explored your body by yourself that nobody ever had yet.
He was your fantasy. The boy in your dreams that you would gladly want to have in your life for years end.
After welcoming the afterglow of an orgasm, such debauched thoughts came into your head in the same time you've wanted to rub onto that button again for thinking about him.
You were going to have him. You wanted him, you've mindlessly convinced yourself. Stephen was a plague that could infect your precious little mind---the facade of an innocent, kind and shy sweetheart that your family has been seeing from you was ruined when you've reached puberty.
It wasn't helping that Stephen walked around the house with clothes that you surely want to ruin. Your mind being influenced by your older sister's experiences with men and how her sex life have been.
She was a wild one and deep inside---no matter how much you tell yourself that it was a deed that people respectfully hold onto, the untamed part of you wanted to experience it with the boy who had adorable rosy cheeks and a gorgeous accent that could make you gush.
Being in line with the heavens, you were lucky Stephen was quite naive despite being a year older than you and with all the plans you had inside your head, being manipulative and guilt-tripping him till he would obey was the only answer for him to accept your offers because the boy was beyond nice and respectful, innocent---delicate as he may seem in being a rose without thorns amongst the bundle of daisies growing along the field.
You weren't his first to be honest; hearing that he had his virginity taken by a lady when he was taking a trip to the city, the woman being older than him and enamored by his beauty, she was very pretty as Stephen saw her the first time---growing a little crush before the lady has offered him a night filled with pleasure, leaving him alone the next morning and a ton of cash that has left him heartbroken by expecting a number or a sweet filled morning with her.
Was this obsession you had for Stephen? you couldn't tell while having the luck of being boffed by him no matter how tentative he may been. The phrase you've been telling whenever he was reluctant held a powerful will for making him capitulate over your wishes.
'You're working for us---I'm your miss. Shouldn't you always follow what I have to say, Stephen?'
Guileful and conniving for you, but you've had no other choice especially when you've heard your sister gossip about how he was starting to take a liking over a girl across the neighborhood, the lady living in a castle---going way back with him and her family because they've known each other since they were kids until they've moved away and came back to their hometown.
Cassandra. That was her name. It was a name that should be left forgotten in Stephen's mind.
Your boy shifted in between your opened legs, your dress hiked up and his trousers unbuttoned; stopping on the end of his derriere as he stuck his swollen cock inside your tight folds, kissing and licking along your throat and breasts that had you mewling beneath him.
Begging him to take you in the middle of the grass to relieve that fantasy only he could satisfy, you've laid beneath him and promised that he could take his time and do whatever he pleases. Exploring every inch and depth of your body with your dress being in a bunch and unfastened by Stephen. Today, you've just wanted to feel him, touch him and let him be inside you because of certain feelings that can't be resisted.
He was patiently taking his time, both of you basking in the afternoon glow before dusk and never bringing in a gas lamp before night even arrives. Stephen was licking your taut nub, his mouth close to your nipple as his hot breath was fanning along his own saliva, bringing pleasure and satisfaction. Another weak whimper erupted from your mouth, watching his eyes closed; tongue darting out to flick your other hardened nipple before deeply moaning out his approval as he devoured your breasts with a tight, strong suck.
The lewd action was enough to make your spine and toes curl.
You've flexed your cunt, tightening around his girth and you've heard him lowly groan with your nipple in his mouth. He immediately pulled his mouth off your breasts with a pop. Innocent, lust-filled baby blues stared above you, the flicker in his eyes asking and waiting for your next behest.
"Stephen," was the only word you managed to croak out, sounding like you were being choked as you felt him slowly pull out of your thirsty cunt. He leaned his head to the left, dipping his head and giving you a kiss which caught you off-guard; it was plain and enough to take your mind off his throbbing cock that has slithered in. After being explored by his mouth on your body, Stephen's lips that landed on you to give a peck surely felt unfamiliar because you both rarely do share kisses in the midst of intercourse.
His crimson colored lips on yours felt divine. The sudden smooch probably involuntary in his part because of how sexually intimate you were being with him. You've swallowed the moan forming in your throat by feeling him wholly pull out, moaning and whining from the lack of imbue and by forcing yourself not to have your way with his lips---wanting nothing but to dance your mouth with his.
You knew this was a one-sided affection and he didn't entirely adored you like how you do for him.
Your fingers gripped onto the grass on either side, it traveled and clasped around Stephen's neck that felt balmy beneath the pad of your fingers. Drops of perspiration smoothening out as you watched him pant above you, breathless and in a daze. His cheeks turning rosier and crimson from such scabrous act you've brought him in.
He was heavy and scathing on your thigh. His hand grabbing onto the growing base of his throbbing, uncut, hard cock as he looked between you both, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he was feeling his cock on his hands, fingers enclosing around his girth to give it one jerk that made you salivate.
His neck was sweating, drops of perspiration falling along his temples and to distract yourself, you've darted your tongue out to sweep the sweat off his face, catching him off guard that made him throatily groan and cast you a look, his eyes withdrawn and thoroughly focused on what taboo you tried to help him be accustomed with.
The place you decided to be ravished on was rather risquè but also getting you more thrilled to know that your sister knew this spot as a location you always spend time with whenever you were reading. You've heard tiny shuffling of bushes which made Stephen look away and observe whoever that was with his eyebrows knotted together---distracting him and pushing the worry away just like you always do, you've quietly whispered in his ear.
"Put that cock in me, Stephen. Please,"
At the sound of you pleading, it was enough to pull his thoughts away from being concerned over your family catching you both in such a raunchy moment. Their daughter laid amongst the land, being ravished by their worker who they've trusted for all their heart---a boy whom they didn't expect to be salaciously connected with you.
The both of you were in for a tough scolding if caught.
Pointing the head of his cock in your entrance, he'd swiftly drove in. You were wet enough for him to slip inside with the right tightness of your cunt that pushed him to grunt as he filled you in one go. Your back curled from the penetration, the thirst for sexual gratification being answered by Stephen when he started to thrust his hips, experimenting over the pace that could make you moan around his arms before pummeling like how he wanted to.
"Oh yeah---yeah---yes, just like that," you've choked in your own moans and pleasure, licking your lips and watching how he was defiling your cunt with his cock, your slick moisturizing his---the filthy sound of your juices coating his, thrusting in and out of your folds; becoming music to the sound of insects probably watching how you were both sending each other raptures.
Stephen knew how thrilled you were becoming by the audible sound of how filthy he was making you feel. Being aware of the obscene sound whenever he tries to fasten the pace, slowing down to let you both appreciate the erotic sense of debauchery has gotten you biting your lip up at him.
You were his miss and whatever you wanted was his job to give.
He'd slip a hand in between you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and when he did, Stephen started rubbing that throbbing nub of yours in rough, circular motions making your core jerk, your hips chasing his hand with each thrust he gives; entirely accepting and embracing the sheer pleasure he was giving.
Your boy was deeply grunting with each shove of his hips, his cock befouling your scheming soul and you were loving every moment---cherishing the sounds he create that only you could muster.
Only you, not Cassandra---not anyone.
In the midst of such onslaught and currently trapped in your own bliss, you've never took heed of Stephen panting out your name; thinking that he was bemoaning his desperation for continuously prodding your hole in a greedy pace, his carping had a flicker of perturbation in his diluted, lust-filled baby blues as he tried to catch your attention.
"Miss---Miss," Stephen couldn't stop his smutty assaults. Too concentrated on reaching both of your highs as he peered down at you with his peepers growing larger when he heard your name being called from afar; being an echo of warning that what you were both caught up with was utterly unchaste.
"---your family---ugh---they're seeking for you," he grunted with every word and plunge; his pace never stopping and his fingers reaching further down to polish your clit. Your leak being spread all over your folds as he licked his lips, admiring how you were writhing beneath his body---how you reacted to his ministrations.
Their voices echoed from afar, alerting you both that they were closer than you imagined them to be. It was the dead of the night already, the time after nightfall as you both welcomed the sins of passion that you have gotten Stephen to be involved in again. Being in the shadows of the night, the moment was easier to covert from your family as you laid to satisfy your mania. The ruffle of grass being stepped on repeatedly actually has been the sound of Stephen ardently violating your cunt along the land of dew.
You've both turned your heads to see light coming from the far distance. A buzz of incomprehensible words of unknown from your sister who was mindlessly telling her hunches as to where you both went; remembering that Stephen was also not around for her to ask if he could buy stuff around town because it was already night time.
"Oh, yes!---don't mind them!---just do me,"
He slowed down his pace, skeptical over being caught but never stopping his thrusts while his features turned conflicted over being dubious and also feeling like he was floating for the twist of elation written on your face from his drives. You've grabbed onto his hair, roughly turning his head to face yours as he loudly grunted and groaned above you, the sound made you slip a finger on his lips to shush his moans.
"You're not going to get caught---we're not going to get caught. Just stifle your moans. You can do that. You're a good boy---our good boy and you'll make me cum, right?"
The whispers you've managed to slip past your lips made him stare down at you, understanding what you were trying to point out and it has not been seconds before he'd nodded before you, starting his relentless pace that made you sigh as he was trying to build up your orgasm again, grabbing onto your ankle and hooking it around his hip as he continued to forge himself in you; his breath hitting your face with every push---grunts being uncontrolled from the actions.
You've heard a twig break from behind, not wanting Stephen to be distracted---you've grabbed onto his face and forced him to look at you; your heart beat never ceasing to run fast whenever he stares into your eyes. The fast heart beat also being the cause of your orgasm coming.
He'd shifted in between you, your hips bucking to meet every thrust he offered. Mewling out lewd moans whenever he hits that spot that felt so heavenly. Reaching for his hand, you've guided him back to where he has been flicking---your clit that he immediately rubbed on as you were approaching your high.
Loud, rough grunts came from his throat, feeling his own coming as your cunt gripped him hard for the sounds he was creating. Your mouth and face contorted in sheer pleasure when you've violently thrashed against his hold. Stephen's unconscious response was to grab onto you, keeping you closer to his lean, muscular body---a wiry sculpted body from all the hard work that he does for your family; convulsing in his arms as you gushed around his penetrative cock.
Rambunctious ugh's came from the both of you, especially from your boy who was in the midst of coming. Your sensitive cunt was jolting as Stephen went on in propelling himself, his face of bliss bringing you ecstacy as it was hot for a beautiful face to be debauched like that. You've forgotten your family who was in search for you when he wholly pulled out just in time for him to spill his warm seed over your torso, his load shooting out in spurts as he breathed heavily above you.
You've both shared silence after a moment of paradise. As a habit you've held Stephen accountable, he'd delicately held onto your jaw with his calloused fingers, pinching them together to set forth over opening your mouth. It was an understanding and idea that you told him about after an act of pleasure. He was against the idea at first before you've basically convinced him that there would be no moment as if you were being degraded. But, he somehow has become used to it after quite some time.
Besides, it was one of your wishes. His miss surely needed to have it when she wants it.
Gradually opening your lips, Stephen has lined his mouth on you. Drawing down a line of spit and aiming to shoot it inside; thoroughly not bothered about the fact of it already as he spat inside your mouth, making you grin as he gathered his spilled cum on your torso with a finger, slipping them inside your vermillion, his eyes in a daze as he concentrated over the mouth that has sucked on his cream-filled fingers---swallowing the mixture of his saliva and release like it was food for your tainted soul.
He certainly didn't expect you to be ribald and deceptive from such a religious family---But, considering your sister and her liberated moments, maybe it was probably in the blood.
"Was it how you liked it today?" he simply acknowledged, tone curious over the fact of being caught by your family was thrilling you which is why you've dragged him along the meadow while he was working, asking him for a quick frigging in a deserted, furtive space.
Stephen helped you wear your dress after snapping his breeches back, keeping himself decent. He still wore his white, dirt-filled tank top. Slipping over his suspenders on his shoulders, the latter remained sitting on the grass as you stood up. The expression on his face mixed with a look of a puppy who was blushing under the moon light, his hair utmost unkempt and clothes looking rumpled as if he had a wild night.
"It was everything, Stephen." you softly muttered, flattening the stresses of your dress with the back of your hand, erasing any proof or evidence that you had a nooky with your family's beautiful helper. A sigh left your lips as the ache of thirst was probing your spine, yearning for more than once today.
"---But, can you do me one more favor?"
"Anything, Miss Y/N."
Stephen waited and watched for your response, seeing you ogling at his beauty as he sat silently, catching sight of those suggestive flicker of your eyes under the night.
You've knelt before him, having your height differences obvious from how you tried being eye to eye as he was still taller than you. He'd simply studied your face, changing into an expression that he wouldn't get to reject---not that he ever does because he had no other choice but to follow what you wanted because you were still his patron.
"Can you visit my chambers after dinner?"
He was quick to become uncertain over the service being asked. His thoughts hastily going to what happened in the middle of fornication a while ago; the risk of being exposed by your family for what you both decided to tumble through the afternoon, "But, Miss---"
His protests were cut short when you've distracted him with a delicate kiss to the lips, using it to your advantage as it left seeing him swallowing his apprehension down in the pit of his stomach. Kissing you back with a soft peck that got you sighing when he pulled away to wait for your answer, his complains never being risked to be told. Currently disoriented from the kiss you've given him out of the blue and from the feeling of being confused over what he should feel for letting you have him explicitly.
"My family won't be awake in the middle of the night,"
"Would...you wish to be ravished again?" he understood what you wanted. Another part of his services that he only gives you because you were artful enough to manipulate him into thinking that the idea was fine---that giving you his body and soul was fine.
Stephen had his utmost respect for everyone in your family because he was thankful for them to be employed in the household. Which is why he was even helping you in this part of favor that he surely could have no say about.
"Yes. Can I have you for the night?---I need you tonight,"
He gave a small smile, his fingers reaching for a couple of bluebells from behind. Completely helpless to be under your demands, "If you are in need of it, then I suppose it is fine. Will it help you sleep at night?" the latter slipped the flower behind your ear, his beam so precious with a soul valuable enough to be exploited or influenced by your manipulative ploys.
"Yes---Yes, it does. It'll keep me in deep slumber rather than sleeping like I never have slept at all,"
"---Then you can have me again if you want to---all night if you wish so,"
You've let him tuck the flower, appreciating how handsome and charming he sweetly smiled when you've taken his fingers and kissed every pad of it.
"Thank you, Stephen. You're amazing,"
"Anything for you, Miss."
There will be no place for Cassandra or any other women in his mind. You were determined to swarm his thoughts with only you---where he would worship no other woman nor let him have the desire to feel pleasure over others. From the moment he came into your lives, you've already marked him as your person when you were younger; having this toxic affection for him from the moment you've seen his sweet, seraph face. His personality and characteristics being adding more to your fixation when he was so kind to be gullible---fastening him in a physical-venereal connection that would aid to your benefit.
Stephen Colley was only yours and a puppy---your puppy that you would gladly take care of forever even if it means to be the bad guy in the house.
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Giving Stephen Colley a Blowjob
Stephen stiffens and frowns at you when you go to your knees. "Wh-what are you going to do." He stammers. "Can't you guess." You cooe. You grin up at him. Stephen flusters, his cheeks going pink as raspberries.
You open the buttons and fly of his trousers.
"You .. you're ... You mean to .." Stephen sputters. "I mean to?" You whisper. Stephen's breath hitches. He's is nervous about saying it, always the polite and proper young man. "You mean to .. to suck my .. my cock." He stammers. "Yes Stephen, may I?" You ask sweetly. "Yes." Stephen whispers.
You push his trousers down a little and tug his boxers down as well. The life inside his underwear is large, even if only half hard. "Oh my, Stephen." You murmur. "What?" Stephen asks, his voice atremble. "It's so big." You purr.
You fish him from his boxers. He hardens under your touch. "Oh Stephen, what magnificent cock you have." You cooe.
You jerk him slowly, coaxing him to full hardness. "Oh you make my mouth water." You whisper. "Don't say such things." Stephen mumbles. "Why not? Because they are not proper?" You ask. "I .. yeah.. I guess." Stephen stutters. "When I am with you I on't care about being proper." You purr.
You lean in and press a kiss to the head of his cock. Stephen gasps. "Oh .. that's .. oh god." He sputters. "Is it good?" You cooe, licking at the head of his cock. "Yes." Stephen whimpers. You smirk up at him.
Slowly you take him into your mouth. Stephen moans loudly. "Oh god!" He cries out. You work him with your tongue and slowly bob your head. You maintain eye contact as you suck.
Stephen closes his eyes and leans his head on the backrest of the sofa. "Oh fuck." He whimpers. You hollow your cheeks and suck for all you are worth. The sounds erupting from Stephen's mouth are half a sin.
His muscles start to tense up and you know he is already close to cumming. He has probably never been sucked off before. It is so adorable.
"I ... I am going to .. oh!" Stephen cries out.
He spills over in your mouth. You swallow everything he gives you. Stephen is whimpering in utter pleasure. It is like music to your ears.
Once he's softening, you let him slip from your mouth. You lick your lips and gently stroke his thighs.
"That was so good." Stephen whispers.
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Stephen Colley - Afterglow
Stephen falls down into the sheets beside you. He breathes heavily. "God, that was good." He murmurs. "Yes it was." You agree quietly. You nuzzle into his chest and smile against his flushed skin.
He puts his arm around you and lazily strokes down your side. "I love you so much." He whispers. "I love you, too." You murmur in reply. Happily you cuddle up against him.
You are quiet for a good while, just breathing each other in.
Stephen grabs you by the hip and pulls your body flush against him. He turns a little to kiss your forehead. "You are wonderful." He murmurs. You smile a small smile against his shoulder. Stephen smiles against your skin, too.
"I am never going to let you go." He murmurs between pressing kisses to your forehead. "You better not." You tease, running your fingers across his belly. He heaves a happy little sigh. He feels warm and glowy. Like there is a mini sun shining under his skin. You love that about him.
You roll over a little to be able to kiss him on the lips. Stephen chuckles softly. "I am all sweaty." He whispers. You titter a soft giggle. "I'll lick you clean if you want." You whisper against his lips. That makes Stephen chuckle in return. "Don't be so silly." He murmurs. He kisses you again and strokes your hair and back.
You couldn't be happier than in his arms!
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