mutants-and-soldiers

[mutants-and-soldiers]

[mutants-and-soldiers]

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[mutants-and-soldiers]

Zejin the Troll & Perik the Room Monster

Moving into a new home can always be stressful. There's the furniture, the renovations, and worst yet, the neighbors you could have to deal with. So what if you house came in with built in neighbors? Such as something living in the crevices of the place, and another that lives in the old bridge outside?

Female Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster (poly)

Telling people it was a hard decision for you to upheave your life and move far from what you know is a lie. It wasn’t a hard decision. It was barely a decision at all. There was nothing keeping you there anymore. The chains were broken, you could go anywhere.

Unsurprisingly, finding a new home to move into was the hard part. Well, finding something affordable was the hard part. The house you chose, which was out of the way, up a dirt road, down a steep path, was easy to say yes to, even with all the repairs and work needed. You figured you could do things on your own, that was the whole point of this weird little adventure.

“Got enough books, ma’am?” The mover asked as he walked in with another couple of boxes.

You were taken aback by the ‘ma’am’ that it took you a moment to answer. “I suppose for now I have enough. I might not have enough in a few days.”

The mover chuckled, setting down the box with the others and looking around. The other mover was coming around the side of the house, taking a box towards the old shed.

“Odd place,” the mover said.

Looking up from your spot on the floor, picking up the spilled papers of your lists, you followed his gaze. “I suppose so. The realtor at least had it cleaned a bit before we got here.” You found the paper you were looking for and walked over to the table.

“Got any big plans for it?” He chuckled.

“Aside from living in it, not at the moment. I know there are some things needing fixing though,” you said.

“Oh, I figured you were one of those flippers.”

You smirked and shook your head. “HGTV has rotted some brains in its day. Mine isn’t one of them.”

“Really? I think it’s a good channel.”

You just shrugged. As you signed a document for the movers, you glanced outside, seeing something overgrown in the distance. You handed the paper over and continued moving, but that object across from your home caught your attention every now and again.

Once everything was moved in, you took a break. You sat on the thrift store couch you bought and leaned back, letting out a deep sigh. You had bought some more furniture from an antique store that was due tomorrow, hopefully. After a moment of rest you had a few more things you knew needed to get done. Set up the bed, find food, get a shower, the basic survival things.

The house looked small from the outside, but on the inside it felt quite larger. Maybe because it was more open than you expected, even with rooms and hallways it felt airy inside. You had never enjoyed the open concept home, you wanted nooks and crannies you could use for shelving. Luckily, this house had shelving built in, which was another draw, even if it was thirty minutes away from the nearest signs of life.

It was becoming way too easy to fall asleep and give in, you needed to get some water or you might dehydrate in slumber like some weird Snow White. You sat up, stretching out when you noticed something in the open window. It was a large clay jar, and it was heavy too when you picked it up. Inside was a thick, black looking substance. You were getting weirded out when the scent of berries hit your nose. You cautiously stuck a finger in and pulled out a heap of sweet jam. You stepped outside, looking around, but didn’t see a soul except for the overgrown object across the way.

“There’s all sorts of creatures in this world,” your grandmother told you. “You’ll see them when I’m gone.”

“Then I don’t want to see them,” you said.

Your grandmother smiled, added more to the large pot over the fire. “I want you to see them though. It’s my fault you and your mother can’t.”

“I don’t mind,” you said, kicking your legs under the table. “You’re still here.”

She chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “I used to convene with all sorts of things when I was your age. It hurts me I can’t anymore. The carnival that came through town, the werewolves in my college town, I miss them all.” She touched her fingertips over her eyes. “This blindness we were given, it hurts me more than you will know. Once it is lifted, and you can see, you’ll understand what more this world has to offer.”

“But you won’t be here,” you said.

She smiled, gently stroking your cheek. “But I’ll have you ready for that day.”

Thinking of this, you took out the journal your grandmother had pieced together. “Stay put,” you said to it, then walked outside.

The sun was setting, but everything was still bright. You approached the overgrown object and heard water. You were told there was a river on the property, guess this was it. You looked down an embankment.

“Oh wow, it’s farther down than I thought.” You looked aside, seeing it was a bridge that had gotten so overgrown. “Thank goodness I have that weedwacker. I can clean this up easily,” you muttered to yourself. Looking down towards the river again, you saw something on the bank. It looked like an old wardrobe, but maybe it was a trick of the shadows.

“A bridge,” you said under your breath. “I wonder.” You went back to the house, opening up the journal. “There we are, trolls.” You sat down as you read your grandmother’s wisdom.

“Trolls have a bad reputation, from fairy tales to nursery rhymes. While they are territorial, and can be pranksters, they are shy and often wish to be left alone. They make homes under bridges, in tunnels, and sometimes the roots of very large trees. They can vary in size as well, starting from child height and growing up towards twelve feet. Trolls enjoy trade, I would recommend offering a gift if you ever come across one. From there, they will know they can come to you and barter from time to time.”

You looked to the large clay jar and thought for a moment. You then searched through a cooler, taking out a bottle of wine you were going to celebrate with. You took it towards the bank, setting it down just beside the bridge.

“Thank you!” You called down then quickly hurried back home.

The next few days were a blur of unpacking, stacking, hefting, body aches, and the realization you were no longer in your twenties. The antique furniture was delivered late, and by then you felt too beaten up to move it as planned.

“Geez, why did I get antiques?” You grumbled. “Why couldn’t I have been a normal millennial?” You then glanced over towards the bridge, and an idea struck you.

“Bartering, huh?” You went into the kitchen, taking out the extra large tub of chocolate hazelnut spread you had gotten. You went out towards the bridge and looked down the bank. Under the bridge there was a broken wardrobe, it looked old and was covered by vines with what looked like a tree growing around it. You swallowed, wondering if your grandmother was playing a long prank on you. Then again, the wine had vanished, so maybe, this would work.

“I don’t mean to be a bother,” you called down. “But I could use some help moving my furniture. If we’re going to be neighbors we should be friendly.” You then held out the jar of chocolate spread. “I’ll trade you this to help me move some furniture.”

There was a laugh from below and a deep, throaty growl.

You stared, slowly pulling back the jar. “I also have peanut butter if you prefer.”

“-not much. Few pieces. Old. Obviously,” a voice whispered.

“Big?”

“For you? No.”

Were there two trolls? You tried to crane your neck further so you could see, but the bridge was obscuring your view.

There was a low growl again, and a shadow shifted, moving forward from the bridge. The troll stepped out, looking up at you. Long greenish hair jutted in tufts from the side of his head and down his back. He had a long, angular nose, and large teeth that jutted from his bottom lip. Silver eyes gazed up at you.

You waved.

The troll sighed. “You had movers here, why not get them to do their job?”

“I had this furniture delivered, it got here after the fact.” You swallowed and your heart pounded. “I hate to ask, being your new neighbor and all.”

A laugh came from under the bridge and the troll sneered.

“Neighbors? Do you know what you’re talking to.”

“Not exactly,” you answered with a meek tone. “I just know it’s polite to get to know people.”

The laugh returned and the troll turned his head, glaring back towards the old broken wardrobe. He climbed up the bank, coming to stand next to you. He towered over you, in a way you’d never seen before. You stood, barely coming up to his chest.

The troll took the chocolate hazelnut spread from your hand, sniffing the jar before cutting those silver eyes down at you. “You a witch?”

“My grandmother was,” you murmured. “I write children’s books.”

He sneered then glanced back towards the house. “Been a while since anyone’s been here. Most people don’t appreciate the locals.”

His skin was a dark shade of green mottling to pale yellow on the underside of his arms, palms, and in the center of his torso.

“Is that why you asked if I was a witch?”

He chuckled. “Most would be afraid to see the likes of me.”

“My grandmother taught me about things like you. It’s a long story,” you muttered, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

He scoffed then held out his three fingered hand. “Zaejin,” he said.

You shook his hand, offering your name. “Nice to meet you.”

He sighed. “Now show me what you need moving around, not-witch.”

You nodded, leading the way to the house. “Thank you. I appreciate the help.”

Zaejin bowed down in the doorway to avoid hitting his head, but as he rose up he knocked his head on one of the rafters.

A laugh came from the couch, and you stared for a moment in fright.

“That’s just Perik, ignore him.”

Something moved under the couch, and as Zaejin went towards the wardrobe you ordered the door swung open and hit him in the face.

“Introduce me proper,” a shadowy hand bedazzled with rings jut out from the door.“Ghost…?!"” you whispered.

“Hardly!” Zaejin snarled at the wardrobe. “If he was a ghost, he would be tolerable.” He rubbed his nose from where the door had hit him.

Your journal was still in the kitchen where you couldn’t get it. You felt woefully unprepared. “Oh, then, hello?” Your voice cracked.

The hand covered in rings flourished outward. “It's been a while since anyone has lived here. And this wardrobe is much nicer than mine. Untaken too.”

You looked to Zaejin, brows crossed in concern. “What’s going on?”

“Perik is trying to be dramatic.” Zaejin slammed the door of the wardrobe shut. “Now where do you want this thing?”

“Very unkind of you Zaejin,” Perik said from under the couch again. “You’ll give her a bad impression of me.” Long shadowy arms extended from under the couch. Perik dragged himself out. His body jangled with bells and bangles, the long, ethereal form rose from the ground. Large white eyes peered out from the shadowy form, and silver accessories glittered all over his body.

“My, my,” Perik whispered as he looked around. “This place hasn’t changed.”

“I didn’t think it needed changing.” It was hard to pick your jaw up off the floor. Your grandmother’s journal had nothing about something like this.

Perik’s eyes narrowed while looking at you, and he chuckled. “What’s this? Love at first sight? Well then, I would be happy to oblige.” He extended his long, elegant hand towards you, bangles and charms singing beautifully.

“If you’re gonna hop out, then you can help too,” Zaejin snapped at him.

Perik made a disgusted sound. “You’re here, you can take care of all this without breaking a sweat.” He took your hand, bringing it towards his face.

Zaejin snarled. “Perik, stop distracting her!”

“Jealous already?”

“No! I need her to tell me where to move this shit.” Zaejin shook his head, picking up the wardrobe without much thought and walking towards the next room, even without your command.

“Wait!” You chased after him. “The other way!”

It wouldn’t be the first time you asked for Zaejin’s help, or Perik’s for that matter. The first few days of your move were lightened thanks to their help, or at least, their bargained help. Zaejin made small repairs around the house you couldn’t do, especially to the shelves you mainly bought the house for. In return for fresh baked bread. Which you were sure you could bake, possibly. Maybe. You could try. Perik agreed to help you organize your books and library, for access to your new wardrobe.

“Why the wardrobe?” You asked, setting down a box of books before him.

Perik’s eyes lit up, though he had not much face to decipher expression, you were learning bit by bit how to read him. “Haven’t you ever heard of the boogeyman?” He asked with a giddy voice.

You opened the box of books. “If you were what I was afraid of all this time, I’m beginning to feel silly.”

His laugh was breathy and light. “No. Not me, personally. But my kind has been lumped into the same throng as him.”

“Had me fooled,” Zaejin grumbled under his breath as he came in with a plank of wood.

Perik rolled his eyes. “My kind are called Cauchermar.”

You took out books from the box, admiring covers before placing them on the shelf. “Which is?”

“You might call us monsters under the bed or something like that. But we’re ethereal beings, celestials, and use the channels between worlds to live in.”

You furrowed your brow. “Under beds?”

Perik gently tucked back your hair from your face. “You would be surprised what’s hidden under there.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Your cheeks warmed from his gentle touch.

“Not-witch,” Zaejin grunted. “Come help me over here!”

“Coming!” You set the books down and went to Zaejin’s side. “Need me to hold something, boss?”

He scoffed at you, then nodded. “Yes. Hold this.” He handed you the board. “Keep it still for me while I nail it down.”

“You got it.” I held the shelf still while Zaejin prepared a nail. “Thanks again for helping me out. You two have been a wonderful surprise.”

Zaejin cut his eyes at you. “A surprise?”

Your cheeks warmed again, going full red as Zaejin watched. “I know we set up a trade. But I’m relieved to have you both nearby.”

“Be careful what you wish for, not-witch.” As he started hammering the nails into the shelf you could feel it vibrate through your palms. It made your fingers tingle, and it felt strange going through your wrists.

“Trying to warn me that you two are bad neighbors?” You chuckled.

Zaejin’s eyes flicked back to Perik’s. “One of us is.”

“I can hear you,” Perik scoffed.

Zaejin smirked, taking another nail and hammering it into the board. “I saw your little notebook, and it got me thinking.”

“I know,” you huffed. “It’s a long story involving a feud my grandmother was a part of. Family curses. Strong tensions. So on and so on,” you huffed.

“Curse?”

You waved your hand flippantly around your eye. “A type of blindness. Just while my grandmother was alive, her blood could not see the world with which they were a part of.”

Zaejin looked thoughtful, his eyes distant. He then shook his head and swatted at your hands. “You can let go now.”

You stepped back from the shelf and nodded. “Looks good. Hope I kept it level enough,” you chuckled.

He glanced back at you. “How recently have you had this blindness curse removed?”

You counted back and looked into his eyes. “Three months.”

He stared at you with a perplexed expression. “You’ve only been able to see the other side for three months?”

“Hence the journal.” You shrugged then gave him a smile. “I wasn’t exactly eager for it to start anyways.”

“Right,” he murmured. “Because then she would still be alive.”

“Right,” you sighed.

Zaejin’s eyes darted down. “Sorry I brought it up.”

“It’s okay. She always wanted me to be able to see what she saw anyways. She missed it. I hate that she never got to see it again either. That's part of why I moved out here. Cheap house, and nature always has more to see than in the city.”

“I was wondering that.” He sighed and stood up, his back cracking slightly.

“Are you alright?” You move closer towards him in case he were to fall. Not much you could do to stop him if he did fall, but you could try.

“He’s just old, dear,” Perik teased.

Zaejin grumbled, going back out to fetch something from the shed.

That evening you admired the first section of shelves filled with books. You smiled proudly, taking out some of the books to look over, then gently slid them back into place. There was a sense of satisfaction in a full shelf.

The jingling of Perik’s silver came to your ears. You looked up towards the door that went into your bedroom and the door to the wardrobe opened up. Perik stepped out, standing tall and closing the door back.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Zaejin is in bed early, and I am bored.” Perik sighed wistfully as he came into the room. “What are you doing?”

“Admiring.” You turned back to the shelf.

He hummed under his breath, his arm jangling as he brought it up and placed his chin upon the back of his hand. “I heard Zaejin mention you were a writer. Are all of these yours?”

“Oh gosh no.” You looked around and found the right box. “I have quite a few, but nothing compared to my collection.” You opened up the box and brought out a small book. “I write for this series.”

Perik took the book, turning it this way and that. “Haunted Houses for Children?” His eyes narrowed.

“It’s a children’s horror series. I have a couple of picture books too. But it’s mostly that series.” You sit back, looking through the small chapter books with your name on them.

Perik sat beside you, freely browsing through the books. “Ghosts of the Middle School Pool, Alien Step-Mom, Vampire Doctors Give Out Suckers. And what’s this?” he held one up to you featuring artwork of a little girl on top of her bed while eyes shone in her closet and under her bed. “Perpetuating stereotypes with-” He flipped the book over to read the title. “Under the Bed Nonsense?”

You snatched it away from him. “They’re nice and they’re protecting the girl from something much worse. It’s based on a story a friend of mine told me in middle school. It’s what got me this job.”

Perik clicked his tongue. “You write about monsters, but you only just now got the ability to see them.”

“I studied a lot about them thanks to my grandmother.”

“What was the first thing you saw when you got your sight for the other?” Perik asked. “If that’s not too painful a question.”

You shook your head. “Not painful. Bittersweet I guess.” You breathed in slowly, setting your books back into the box one by one. “It was the nurse who brought me coffee after she passed. Mom was dealing with things and I was sitting in the cafeteria with my cousins. And this nurse brought us all coffee, and she was suddenly so pale and strange, her hands left dust on the cups and our clothes when she touched us.”

“A moth?”

You nodded. “And it didn’t end with her in that hospital. There was so much to see, but I knew it wasn’t what my grandmother often talked about.”

Perik’s eyes shifted, moving in a way that read as thought and epiphany. “Hence your move here.”

You let out a heavy sight. “Right.”

“Did you choose this house because you felt it would get you in contact with more-” he hesitated, but very shortly. -more like us?”

“No, I chose this house because I could afford it with my share of the inheritance. I wanted something much closer to Hearthway Hollow, but everything around it was too much for me to afford.” You then let out a laugh. “It worked out I suppose.”

“Not that you mind monsters in your closet or trolls under bridges.”

You decided to shelve a few of your written works, placing them gently on a bottom shelf you could reach while sitting. “I like you and Zaejin so far.”

“If I’m being honest I haven’t seen Zaejin so fond of anyone who has lived here, and we’ve been here a long time together. I know he was here before my wardrobe was chucked. He’s usually a distant fellow.”

“He’s fond of me?” Your eyes brightened and your cheeks warmed.

Perik chuckled, as if he caught you in something. “I’m fond too, you know?”

Your cheeks grew warmer still. “You’re not hard to read like Zaejin is.”

“I do wear my heart on my sleeve.” Perik extended his long arm and silver bangles jangled and rang like tiny church bells. He then leaned in closer to you, putting said arm around your back. “One question, you promised Zaejin fresh baked bread. You can do that right?”

You frowned at Perik.

“Noted. You can’t.”

“I can try,” you huffed. “I’ve just never baked bread before. What’ll happen if I don’t give him the items we agreed upon?”

“He’ll grind your bones to make his bread.”

“That’s giants,” you huffed.

Perik tittered. “I’m not sure what Zaejin will do. Probably ask for something higher in price to make up for it. It would be best to offer it rather than have him wait and ask for it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Got’cha.”

After a few days of unpacking and cleaning, you were sick of it. You decided to take the day off and get used to your new surroundings. You walked around your house, seeing what hid on the other side, behind the shed, and then you wandered to the bridge, taking the weed whacker with you.

“What are you doing?” Zaejin climbed up the bank as you are trying to figure out how to turn on the whacker.

You pointed outward. “I was going to clean off the bridge and walk across it.”

Zaejin’s eyes narrowed as he followed your finger. “Do you know what’s on the other side of this old bridge?”

“Graveyard?”

Zaejin glared at you. “You think it’s a graveyard.”

“It’s an obvious answer,” you pouted.

“First it’s ghosts with you now-” he scoffed and rubbed his hand down his face. “I want you to look at that open field over there. Really look. It’s wide open. No trees. The foliage is fairly well maintained.”

“Oh that’s someone else’s property?” You asked.

Zaejin grunted. “No, not-witch. It’s fae territory.”

“Gays?”

Zaejin grabbed the top of your head, shaking you back and forth. “Maybe some common sense will loosen up in there. No! The fairy folk! Pixies. Brownies. Little shits who enjoy causing drama for the hell of it. Perik may enjoy them, but when they come to the field they’re nothing but annoying.”

You pushed his hand off your head. “I was making a joke, I know you meant fae folk.” You glanced back towards the field. “That’s what got my grandmother cursed.”

“You had a fae curse on you?”

“Yup. Grandmother fooled around with this guy, turns out he was fae, also turned out he was married to another fae. Turns out she was really fucking scary. The two were at each other’s throats for ages until the fae finally cursed her.” You pouted as you gazed out across the field. “Guess I’ll never be crossing this bridge.”

“You don’t need to, not-witch. Besides, this thing is so old, I doubt it could hold you.” He tugged away from briars then wrenched back his hand. “Bloody hell.”

“You’re cut.” You took his hand and looked at the scratches on the back of his arm. “Come on in, I’ve got some bandaids for that.”

“I don’t need bandages.”

“Oh hush, come on. I can at least clean them.” You tugged him along behind you, making him sit down at the kitchen table while you fetched your first aid supplies. You came back, tending to the cuts on his hand, as well as removing a thorn that had gotten stuck.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” You asked.

“A little.”

“Good. I’m glad.”  You glanced up at him then away. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make you bread.”

Zaejin growled.

“But I’ll trade something else. Something bigger.” You gave him a shy glance. “I can do other things better than bake.”

His brow arched. “That sounds suggestive, not-witch.”

Your face flushed. “Not like that!” Although that did make you curious.

Zaejin chuckled and he leaned in. “A kiss then will cover the bread.”

Your cheeks warmed and you could barely make yourself look at him. “A kiss is all? You-you sure about that?”

“I’ll close my eyes and you can do as you please.” Zaejin sat back, a smirk on his face as he closed his eyes.

You thought for a moment, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. You looked over Zaejin, not that you wouldn’t want to kiss him, just that you didn’t know if he was playing around. You inched closer, standing up in order to reach. You closed your eyes as well, placing your lips upon that smirk. Zaejin jolted, he put his hand around your mouth and stared at you.

“I thought you’d kiss the cheek.”

“I was?”

Zaejin grunted, removing his hand then kissing you properly. You were stunned at first, but slowly melted as the kiss went on. His big hands on your body felt shockingly good.

“There,” he grunted. “All paid up.”

You nodded, taking a few breaths before you could reply. “Sure.”

Those silver eyes darted over you and his hand smoothed further down your back. “You didn’t like that, did you?” He spoke with a low voice.

“And what if I did?” You whispered back.

Zaejin smirked again, leaning in for another kiss which you too happily gave. His tusks rubbed against your cheeks, and you did bump into his nose, but everything felt so nice. His big warm hands cradled your hips.

There was a ringing and jingling of silver jewelry behind you. Zaejin stopped the kiss and growled as he looked over the top of your head.

“Am I interrupting?” Perik giggled.

Zaejin grumbled under his breath. “You know you are.”

“Oh, don’t mind me.” Perik came up behind you, placing his hands on the side of your face from behind. His hands tickled down your face to your neck then slid down your shoulders. A warmth radiated through you from his touch, and you let out a soft giggle.

“Perik,” Zaejin growled.

“She likes it.”

Zaejin pushed Perik’s hands away and gave him a glare. “Step away from the not-witch with those hands of yours.” He stood from the table and you collected yourself.

“You like my hands too,” Perik teased.

You glanced back in surprise. “He does?”

Zaejin looked at you then back to Perik before walking back out the door, hitting his head on the way out.

“Don’t worry,” Perik said. “He’s just a little embarrassed now. I’m sure he’ll come back wanting more.”

You touched your face, which felt so warm. “I hope so.”

Perik giggled, leaning over your shoulder and kissing your neck. “We both will, trust me.”

It was a few days later, but as you were getting up from bed, you saw Zaejin standing at the bridge from your window. You went to the kitchen and opened up the doors. The air was cool and crisp showing that fall was in full swing.

You walked out towards Zaejin and stood beside him, looking out towards the field where you saw something that made you hold your breath.

“They had an orgy last night,” Zaejin grumbled. “Couldn’t get a wink of sleep.”

“Oh.” You turned slightly from the scene, glancing back to see some of the continuing party before turning back around. “Well uh…cuh-come over for breakfast. Get yourself some peace.” You took his hand, leading him into your kitchen.

“I only just got up.” You said, closing the doors behind you. “Do you drink coffee?”

“I’ll take it.” Zaejin couldn’t bring himself to look at you. He averted his eyes and turned to keep himself from you.

“I had no idea anything was going on last night. I must have passed out hard,” you said as you turned on the coffee pot.

“Don’t talk about it.” His voice was on edge, his body looked stiff.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

Zaejin was quiet.

“Do you want to go lay down? You can borrow my bed if you need sleep.” You placed your hand upon the back of his arm and felt him tremble at the touch. The warmth from Perik’s touch flowed through you again and you took your hand back.

“Fucking fae,” Zaejin pant.

“I uhm-” You were feeling steadily more aroused, now aware the fae’s antics had caused more than sleeplessness in the night. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling an ache begin to grow. “You’re frustrated, I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” Zaejin rubbed his hand down his face, stroking his chin. “I told you the fae here were annoying.”

You slipped your hand down your chest, turning when the coffee pot beeped. “Do you still want a cup?”

“That is fine.”

You went to the cupboard, opening it and standing on tiptoe. You could reach the mug, but something in your mind made you do something else.

“Zaejin, could help me get this down?” You asked.

“Fine.” he came up behind you, pressing his front into your back as he reached up to get the mug. You eased your hips back, rubbing your rear into his lap. Zaejin groaned, but he didn’t move. You continued to rub against him where a hardness prodded back against you.

“Not-witch,” he snarled.

You bit your lip, grinding more into him. You pulled up your robe and nightgown, showing him your bare, soft skin. Zaejin grabbed your hips, snarling under his breath.

“Fucking fae.”

“Touch me,” the words came out desperately.

Zaejin’s palms were rough, but his touch was gentle. He rubbed the back of your thighs, pushing up to grope your rear. His thick fingers slipped in between, finding the tenderest of flesh. You moaned audibly, your mind swimming with desire, wanting Zaejin then and there. You knew it was the effects of the fae, but they were only bringing feelings you’d harbored to the surface.

“You’re so wet already,” Zaejin panted.

“I know. It’s okay, I want it.” You spread your legs a little more, leaning over the counter to present yourself to him. “I want you, Zaejin.”

A low rumble vibrated in his chest. “I want you too.” He leaned over you, kissing and biting your shoulder and the back of your neck. You heard his pants hit the floor and then something warm pressed into your skin. Zaejin moaned into your ear.

You turned back, looking into his eyes before kissing him. His cock rubbed into your thigh, pushing between so he pressed against your folds. You gasped, choking back on your excitement.

The sound of jingling silver bangles entered your thoughts, but you and Zaejin didn’t stop. Zaejin took hold of your hips, rutting himself against you until he was dripping in your wetness.

“Very good,” Perik whispered near you. He appeared in the cupboard before you, leaning out and grabbing your face. He kissed you, moaning softly. You felt Zaejin begin to enter, gently pressing until his tip felt flush against you.

“Careful, big boy,” Perik chuckled.

“I am. I’m taking my time. But she feels so good.”

“I’m sure she does.” Perik looked back into your eyes. “She wants you so badly, I can see it.” He kissed you again and you felt something warm and slippery against your lips. You opened your mouth, letting him in as Zaejin made way inside. You gasped, shuddering as Zaejin’s huge cock opened you.

“You like it, don’t you?” Perik whispered into your ear. His fingers tickled down the back of your neck. “That big, thick cock inside you, stretching you, feels so good. I know.”

Zaejin pushed in deeper and you choked on your cries of pleasure. Perik floated down from the cupboard, sitting there before you. He then extended to you his cock, long, glistening black, with a silver ring at the tip, and a bangle around the base.

“Please?” He whispered.

“Pretty,” you moaned. You took Perik’s cock, stroking it as Zaejin moved gently inside you. Each time he pulled back it felt like he was dragging your soul with it. You took Perik’s cock, swirling your tongue around the tip, feeling the cold ring. Perik shuddered, combing his fingers through your hair.

“Beautiful,” Perik whispered. His eyes went to Zaejin. “Good morning.”

Zaejin grunted. “That it is.” He pushed deeper inside you, pushing you forward so Perik’s cock slipped into your throat. You choked for a second, then caught your breath and sucked.

“Easy! Easy!” Perik whined.

“He’s sensitive,” Zaejin teased. “Not me, I can last all day.”

“I’m fine,” Perik whimpered. “I just haven’t been treated like this in so long.” He moaned and leaned his head back. “Keep going. Just like that!”

The effects of the fae were not easily worn off. The three of you must have moved through each room of the house. By late afternoon, you were laying in the sunbeams of the library. You felt warm and sensitive all over, tender in certain areas. As you rose and stretched, you felt Zaejin and Perik stir on either side of you. You sighed, sitting there looking at your full shelves then down at the two of them resting. You smiled to yourself, secretly grateful the fae had opened the doors so wide for this moment.

“What are you thinking?” Zaejin murmured.

“How much I like it here.” You laid back between the two with a smile of content.

[mutants-and-soldiers]

[mutants-and-soldiers]

I see a lot of people talking about sex in a wholly unrealistic manner on here, and if you've got a penis, you might be feeling pressure from the way people are expecting you to be a constant fuck machine, or indeed, are worry that a potential partner may be asking things of you that you feel just aren't possible.

I'm going to simplify and generalise a little here, but here's some science to take the pressure off.

Also, if you read this and see it as an opportunity to brag about how you can fuck constantly and forever and blah blah, I'm going to encourage my users to block you for being insensitive, unhelpful and, almost certainly full of shit.

A lot of men, after ejaculation, don't want to be touched or feel less sexual after intercourse. That's because the natal penis reproductive organs have this thing called a "refractory period".

What that means is that it can make intimacy feel unpleasant. Touching intimate areas can go from very pleasurable to quite uncomfortable in a very short period of time.

For some, it can last a short time, like 10 minutes, while in others, much longer. I know I've had sex during the refractory period and it has been very unpleasant, but I was either feeling peer pressure or I was showing off and just did it through gritted teeth.

After an orgasm, the testosterone dominant body floods its bloodstream with prolactin, which stops the flow of feel good hormones, and you have to wait for that to pass before you can get going again.

These don't feature in pornography because video editing exists and you don't see the long breaks and misuse of drugs that many actors use.

It's like over stimulation of the clitoris, similar to when post orgasm, someone doesn't want to be touched for a while.

There's also Postcoital Dysphoria (PCD) which is a feeling of depressing after sex (which absolutely anyone of any stripe can feel FYI) and it's completely normal and biological.

The average time for these things is 30 minutes to an hour. It's worth keeping this in mind, because there's just not enough conversation about these things, as most are unaware, many are prone to bragging to keep up appearances, and no-one wants to be the source of displeasure in a moment that is supposed to be about trust, and pleasure sharing.

Just something to have in your head so you're not accidentally being that person.

[mutants-and-soldiers]

When it feels like writing is impossible but you really really want to write anyway, just skip the bits that don't inspire. Write 15 openings of scenes and nothing else. Write that one emotional conversation with only the dialogue like a script. Write that one emotional conversation with none of the dialogue.

Be so self-indulgent you almost feel over-indulged by the end.

Sometimes you're torn between wanting to write but not having the spoons to actually do writing proper. So don't do it properly.

[mutants-and-soldiers]

The Blueprint

[mutants-and-soldiers]

Venus Rising {Part 2}

summary || There are very few times you are surprised in your line of work. Stripping was pretty straight forward...until it wasn’t. Meeting a certain art professor threw a very big wrench into your predictable life.

pairing || Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Stripper!Reader

word count || ~6600

warnings || Modern AU, No Powers AU, stripper!reader, insecurities, asthma, disability, adorable Steve Rogers, dates, oral (F recieving), Unprotected sex, PnV sex, dom!Steve.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Steve knew this was terrible but he hated this lesson in the curriculum. That and it was a freshman class so there was always snickering and, god help, boners. He was in the middle of setting the small stage up with the long couch when there was a knock on the door. It was too early for any of the students to show up so it had to be the model.

“I’m coming,” he called to the door, walking over to open it up. “Come on…in.”

His eyes trailed up from your exposed belly to the crop top until he got to your smirking face. “You must be Professor Rogers,” you say sweetly, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Venus?” he asked, stepping aside when you took the first few steps into the room. Your heels clicked smartly on the tile floor as you crossed to the little stage. “What are you doing here?”

You looked over your shoulder with a coy grin. “I’m the nude model for your class, of course.”

Steve’s brain fritzed out for a good thirty seconds before he was able to reboot. “Why?”

“I mean, I’m a stripper so what better person to model?” you laughed, putting down the large bag you brought. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought my own things to help.”

The blond professor’s mouth opened and closed as you brought out a few pillows and a blanket to layer on the couch. “Class starts in fifteen minutes so you’ve got plenty of time to-” he snapped his mouth closed when you easily dropped the flowy skirt to the stage floor. “Venus!”

You laugh brightly, snapping the side of your panties playfully. “What? I’m supposed to be completely naked, Professor, does that…bother you?” you smile, looking over your shoulder only to see the man’s back. “I mean, if I’m not pretty enough then I can always go.”

“No! That’s not what I-damn it,” he mutters, turning around to look everywhere but the lower half of your body. “You’re gorgeous, Venus, and I know that you know that so stop playing. I just didn’t expect it to be someone…I knew.”

There was a lot to unpack with the way he said those last two words but the intensity in his blue eyes was enough to send a tingle of anticipation down your spine. “You think I’m gorgeous?” you asked as you stepped down off the stage right in front of the man. His cheeks were ruddy with flush and it was going down into the pale skin of his neck. You lean down to be more on his level, giving a devious smirk. “Wait until the rest of the clothing is gone.”

He swallowed thickly but before he could say anything, early students started filing into the room. Steve turned to address the class while you took the time to get fully undressed. The couch was actually quite comfortable so the pillows you brought made it good enough to spend a long time on. You could feel the tension in the room as more students arrived but you only had eyes for one person.

Steve made it a point to keep from looking at you, which made this all the more fun. The professor was quite stoic as he went through the assignment to the class. You were impressed that his voice didn’t shake or waver but, then again, he had his back to you and there was still a hint of that pretty red on his neck. Once the instructions were over, the class began drawing. 

You watched the small professor move around the room, commenting on small details and pointing out flaws. His voice was easy, gentle and he gave his critique with such a sweet face that it made you smile. He took over again once the initial sketch was done, talking about how to add your curves and other feminine features. 

It made you happy to know that no matter where he looked, you were all he could see. It made his face tight as he tried to keep that sweet smile on his face. It was obviously torture for the man. You bet the hour-long class would feel like a thousand years, having to watch his students’ drawings slowly start to form into you. 

To his credit, he did very well until about 45 minutes into the lesson when it was clear that he wasn’t going to be able to find a space in the room that didn’t include your likeness in multiple different styles. It didn’t change the fact that it was you and he obviously found you quite captivating. You watched him the entire time, ignoring all other people in the room to just wait for the moment he looked at you.

It was about five minutes until the end of class, when those blue eyes finally looked up. You expected to be a little flirty, maybe shift just enough to make your tits bounce or run your hand down the supple curve of your hip but…you didn’t. You…couldn’t. The intensity behind his eyes stuck you to the spot and it made you feel both nervous and unreasonably excited all at the same time. Without much thought, your thighs tightened just enough for those blue eyes to flick down then back to your face. 

“And that’s time, everyone!” he said, completely breaking whatever spell he had cast upon you in an instant. “Please place your easels back in their designated spots. We will continue coloring and shading next time.”

The room emptied, some of the students taking one more peek at you before the door was closed behind the professor. “That was a lot of fun!” you smiled, draping your legs off of the couch and stretching. You liked that dark look he gave you a second ago and wondered how much it would take to push him to do it again. “I can’t wait to do it next time!”

He looked like he had a million things to say but ended up sighing heavily. “Seriously, Venus, why are you here? To toy with me?” he asked, taking a few steps forward until he was within reaching distance. He was either used to the nudity or had forgotten altogether at this point.

A lot of your bravado and confidence slips a little and you give a small, sheepish smile. The expression stops him dead in his tracks, obviously something he hadn’t seen from you. “I...very much enjoyed our conversation and I...was wondering if I could...I mean if we could...go out for coffee or something?” you asked slowly, having a hard time keeping eye contact. He had no such issues and it was intimidating the way he was able to stare into your soul with those pretty baby blues. 

There’s a bit of disbelief on his face as he studies your expression. You were sure he was thinking of all the times women had been dared to ask him out as a prank. “I’m serious, Steve,” you blurt, reaching out to take his hand. It was surprisingly strong and calloused as you stroked the back with your thumb. “I...I didn’t want our time to end last time. I figured...I’ve let so many opportunities pass me by that...I didn’t want to let this one go too. I know my job is…”

“No, no, stop,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not about your job, really, it’s just...I’m so plain and you’re so…”

You felt your face heat at the look of admiration in his eyes. “So what?” you coax selfishly. So many people complimented your looks at your job but Steve was different. He only said things that were genuinely true to an almost blunt level. “Go ahead, woo me with your poetic words, Professor.”

“Beauty is only skin deep. If you go after someone just because she's beautiful but don't have anything to talk about, it's going to get boring fast. You want to look beyond the surface and see if you can have fun or if you have anything in common with this person,” he quotes, lifting your hand to kiss the ridges of your knuckles lightly. His blue eyes glistened with a mixture of teasing and awe. A mixture that was slowly becoming like booze to an alcoholic: Addictive. “Amanda Peet said that.”

You found your voice after a second so that you could awkwardly breathe out, “I loved her in Identity.”

Steve’s lined smile spreads quickly at your understanding. “That was a pretty good movie. You know, before the whole...DID thing became a trope.”

“So...is that a yes...to coffee?” you ask, feeling silly for how drawn to his lips you were in that moment. 

Steve looked at the watch on his thin wrist. “Actually, I could use some lunch,” he said, squeezing your hand lightly. “Do you care?”

You felt light and excitement burst through your entire body. “Sure, that sounds lovely!” you smile, giddiness making you light headed. It was only slightly a challenge to get your clothing back on while so excited. “Do you still have classes?”

Steve walked away to grab his things behind the desk at the front of the classroom. “I teach a night class but that’s not until much later. I assume dinner is off the table? You work late.”

You walk over, heels clicking smartly on the tile. “I’m off for the next three days,” you say, leaning against the desk casually. “I usually sleep most of the afternoon. I’ve always been a night owl even before I started dancing.”

Throwing the straps of his bag over his shoulders, Steve walked over to open the door for you. “Well, how about we catch a movie tonight? I don’t have any early morning classes so I could stay up a bit later.”

You follow after him, brushing lightly against him as you exited the room into the bright, sunlit hallway. The large windows illuminated the hallway more than any lights could at this part of the day. You turned with just enough time to catch Steve staring at your illuminated form.

“I’m not much for movie theaters but...we could watch a movie at my house, if you want,” you smile, feeling a little embarrassed by his admiration. 

“Are you comfortable with that?” he asked, gesturing towards the hallway so the two of you could walk to the elevator. “I mean...I don’t mind! I just...it’s your space.”

He hits the button before you can do anything. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I were uncomfortable, Steve,” you laugh gently, aware of the passing students' stares. It was something you had grown accustomed to, at least, enough for it to be only mildly annoying. “I’ll let you know if I change my mind, okay?”

He seemed relieved as the two of you entered the elevator. “Okay, as long as you’re comfortable.”

He took you to a little bistro a block away. It was a hole-in-the-wall, mom-and-pop kind of place that was casually busy at this time of day. It smelt heavenly as you stepped through the door, which Steve opened because of course he did, and you took a second to inhale deeply the scents of homemade bread, coffee and pastries. The cozy seating area had overstuffed leather couches and artwork all over the walls. 

“Come on,” Steve clears his throat, pressing a hand to the small of your back. You allowed the man to guide you away from the door, enjoying the heat that radiated through your clothing from his palm. “They have the best panini this side of New York.”

A sweet matronly woman stepped up to the counter. She had graying hair that was pulled up into a loose bun and a face full of lines from laughter. “Professor Rogers, what a surprise! You’re usually so predictable with your Wednesday visits!” the woman said, wiping her hands off on the frilly apron with a fall floral pattern. Her kind eyes looked at you and the grin that split her face was one of mischief and excitement. “And who have you brought with you?”

Steve cleared his throat, the tips of his ears flushed where they peeked from his blond hair. “Aunt May, this is Venus,” he introduced slowly. “She’s never been here before so I figured I’d bring her out.”

“Venus,” the woman said, testing the name out on her lips. “Your parents were spot on in naming you, weren’t they, sweetheart?”

You laughed, offering a hand. “They set me up for success that’s for sure. It’s a pleasure to meet you, May.”

Her grip was surprisingly firm when she shook your hand. “Please, call me Aunt May, everyone in the neighborhood does.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, looking at the menu. “Steve said your panini can't be beat so let me get the panini of the day and...oh! Is the baklava latte good?”

“Honey, it’s to die for,” Aunt May said with a confident smirk. “My nephew came up with that one. It’s the perfect latte for fall.”

“Well, then I have to try it! I’ll take a large with an extra shot of espresso,” you respond, reaching into your pocket for your billfold. 

Steve’s hand wraps around your wrist before you could place the card on the table. “No, absolutely not,” he laughed, placing his own card on the counter. “She’s not allowed to pay for anything, Aunt May.”

You feel your face flush with warmth. “Please, Steve, I invited you. I had every intention of paying.”

Aunt May laughed while swiping his card. “Best not to argue, dear, he’s stubborn as a bull when it comes to things like this. Just thank him and go find a seat. I’ll bring out the food soon.”

Stumbling over a weak argument, you find his hand at the small of your back as he leads you to a corner table with the only cloth chairs in the room. He pulls yours away from the table, taking your hand to help you sit down. “Steve, please, I-”

“You’re not used to people taking care of you, huh?” he asked, making you snap your mouth shut with the click of your teeth. He smiled sweetly, leaning back in his own chair to get comfortable. “I know you could pay, Venus, but I figured...if I wanted to consider this a date...I’d better pay.”

Date. The word struck your gut so hard that you couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. Of course, that’s what you wanted out of this but...you weren’t sure if he would. It was stupid of you, of course, but you hadn’t dated in a long time. 

“No,” you admit after a moment of thought. “Truth be told, I haven’t dated in a really long time.”

He smiles sadly, “Yeah, me too.”

Not self imposed, you assumed. The reason you refused to date was because of the last committed relationship you were in nearly a decade ago. You had plenty of offers because, let’s be honest, you weren’t lacking in beauty but it was all skin deep. No, Steve didn’t date because...he wasn’t appealing physically. Bony, frail and short, he was obviously way below the standards of many women in the world. 

But, as you looked at him, you couldn’t help but like him. It wasn’t his appearance but that had never mattered to you. Personality and conversation were so much more important than muscles or beauty. You wanted to connect with someone who could make you happy and muscles couldn’t do that.

“I like you, Steve,” you blurted out, not realizing for a moment that you had said it outloud instead of keeping the thought to yourself. His head snapped towards you, shock crossing his face and making embarrassment flood your system. “I’m sorry, I-I’m not sure where that came from.”

“Why?” he asked, ignoring your embarrassment. “Why do you like me?”

The two of you pause when May brings over your coffee and food. “Enjoy!” she said, making herself scarce. 

You took a sip of your coffee, ignoring the burn for the second of silence. “People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within,” you say slowly, smiling at the man. “One of my favorite psychologists, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross said that and I guess it fits here. I guess, you shine in both the light and the dark. You’re...a wonderful person all around. Even if we didn’t click romantically...I decided you were someone I wanted to know.”

His face softened a little, obviously very touched. “I...I enjoyed talking to you too. I just...wasn’t sure how to get in touch with you...you know, without going back to your job.”

“Well, good thing you told me where you worked, huh?” you laugh, sipping at your coffee. 

The two of you spend the next two hours eating, talking and laughing. Time, truthfully, flies by without you even realizing it. You enjoy talking to him about art, history and so many other topics that you never really get to explore anymore. It warms your heart when he laughs and when he gets passionate about something. 

“Oh shit,” you laugh, looking at your phone for the first time in two hours. “I need to get home and go to sleep so I don’t throw off my schedule!”

He stands up to help you clean the dishes. It’s once the two of you are standing outside that you hesitate. “Thank you,” he blurted out before you could say anything. “I really enjoyed this.”

You felt giddy. “I did too, Steve. This has been...so nice. Are we still on for a movie at my place tonight? I’ll make some pizza for us if you like.”

“Sounds great,” he sighed, looking at a loss for a moment. “Here, let me give you my number so you can text me your address.”

The two of you exchange numbers then stand there without moving. “Can I...hug you?” you ask, feeling like your insides were going to shake right out of your body. 

“Yes,” he breathes, stepping forward to wrap you up in his arms. You hug him tightly, feeling all of his bony edges pressing into your supple curves. He is warm and sturdy even with his frail body. 

The two of you hesitantly part. “I’ll send you a text when I’m ready with my address.”

“Sounds great,” he smiled, turning to leave. “See you soon.”

“You too,” you whisper, watching him walk away for a few seconds before turning and heading back to your apartment. 

Sleep was a hopeless endeavor, truthfully. You laid there in a giddy haze of happiness and excitement. After a few hours of tossing and turning and time on your phone, you finally threw yourself out of bed to get ready. You took a long shower and groomed yourself until you felt like a new person. 

You were going through your dresser for something to wear when your phone went off. Looking, you felt your heart soar when you saw it was a text from Steve.

Hey, I know you’re probably just getting up but I wanted to ask what I should wear. Is casual fine?

The bubbling of giddy excitement made you nearly squeal, which, in turn, embarrassed the shit out of you. It was a simple enough text message. Why were you so fucking-didn’t matter. You needed to respond.

I was just going to wear pajamas. I don’t mind if you do too.

You quickly sent the text and flopped onto the bed waiting for the answer. It didn’t take long.

Pajamas, pizza and movies on our second date? Sounds like my kind of date! 

It was stupid how happy you felt. You hadn’t been this hopeful in a long time. It felt good to be excited about something. 

Great, come by around 10?

You also sent him your address before you forgot. Standing back up, you go over to the drawers to pull open the top one. Pajamas were your fucking jam seeing as you were in uncomfortable heels and underwear most of the time. You decided on a silky floral set. You debated on wearing a bra because it would be pretty obvious in the white and red silk. Too much? 

Your mind wandered to the thought of the night progressing towards...sexier endings. He was so kind and considerate in the light...what kind of person would he be when the lights were off? Would he be the doting lover who made sure you were well taken care of? Or would he turn out to be dominating and dirty? 

Either way, you were suddenly very uncomfortable with the thoughts. Not a bad uncomfortable, by no means, but you were a little off put by the throbbing. Sure, you had plenty of friends with benefits for your needs but...something was different with Steve. 

Biting your lip, you make a dangerous decision and toss your bra away. “Panties optional,” you smirk, catching your excited look in your vanity mirror. You pull the silky, flowy shorts up your long legs and admire the picture you make in the mirror. Turning, you giggle at the sight your ass made in the shorts. “I hope he remembers his inhaler.”

You were pulling the pizza out just as a knock sounded on the door. Setting the pizza on the stove, you pull off the mits so you could answer the door. You open it up to find Steve standing there with a bottle of wine and potted plant.

“Hey...Venus…” he paused, eyes trailing down the length of your body. They lingered just a little too long on your braless breasts and the exposed skin of your legs. “You look fantastic-I mean, these are for you!”

You hide the knowing smirk behind the flowers as you smell them. “These are lovely, Steve,” you smile sweetly, taking the bottle of wine next. “Oh, sparkling wine? You shouldn’t have!”

“I figured it’d go nicely with the pizza?” he asked, stepping into your living room and closing the door. You walked over to set the plant on your balcony with your other plants before really looking at him. He was wearing a clean pair of gray sweatpants with a t-shirt with the words, Art Teachers do it for the Monet, with splashes of paint all over it. “I love your shirt!”

He looked down at the shirt before laughing. “I thought you might like this one! I got it from a student as a gift.”

“It’s fantastic,” you giggle, walking over to cut the pizza. “Want to grab some glasses from that cabinet? I’ll plate us up some food while you pour the drinks.”

He quickly came around the corner to help in the kitchen. The two of you worked to get everything ready. You caught him looking at your ass a few times out of the corner of your eye but didn’t say anything about it. It only made you a little wet. 

You grabbed the plates and headed into the living room where your big, fluffy loveseat sat. “What kind of movie do you want to watch?” you asked, flopping down onto the cushion. 

Steve handed you a glass of wine before sitting down next to you. He was warm and comfortable next to you. You grabbed the soft, downy blanket off the other couch to lay across your laps. 

“You can choose. There are very few things I don’t like,” he smiled, cuddling into the couch to get comfortable. 

“How do you feel about Mockumentaries?” you ask, grabbing the remote to toggle through your streaming sites. “There’s this new one out about the Megalodon that I’ve never had the time to watch.”

He laughed, sipping at his wine idly. “That sounds like fun!” 

The two of you eat your pizza, drink your wine and laugh at the asinine movie. The ‘proof’ was goofy and hoaky but gave the two of you plenty of things to make fun of. Somehow, the two of you ended up leaning against each other by the middle, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. 

You could feel his heart pounding inside his narrow chest and his warmth was comfortable. “Steve,” you whisper, catching his attention so that he looks down at you. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” he answers without a thought. 

He met you halfway so that your lips crashed together. Neither of you seemed to mind as heat coursed through your body from the simple touch. You moved to sit up, situating yourself on his lap. The blanket fell away from your bodies, forgotten, on the ground. Your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, worried about his asthma. “Do you have your inhaler?”

Steve hardly heard you as he pulled the device out of his pocket and placed it on the arm of the couch. “Right here,” he said before jerking you back down into another kiss. He kisses you like a man starved, tongue invading your mouth until you moan. “Still good?”

“Yeah, more,” you whimper, shivering when his fingers run up your thighs until they slip past your shorts. He hesitated at the swell of your ass. “It’s okay, Steve. Keep going.”

Bolstered by your consent, he grabs your ass with both hands, fondling firmly. “God, no panties?” he groans, leaning his head back against the couch. “You planned this?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his shocked expression. “I mean, I had hope? I wasn’t sure if you would be comfortable with it,” you admit sheepishly, jumping a little when his hands slid from your ass to your inner thighs. “I can see I had nothing to worry about.”

He massaged your thighs idly. “I’ll be honest, I don’t usually do this on the second date,” he admits softly, mouthing little bites at the column of your neck. It had you trembling with excitement. “But...you’re an exception. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since we met.”

You bite down on your lower lip to contain the moan from his ministrations. “You can’t say things like that, Steve!” you manage, yelping when his fingers brush across the hair that leads to the part of you that ached most. 

“Why not?” he chuckled, nipping at your earlobe playfully. “Because you’re so moved by my poetic words?”

You could hardly think through the haze of arousal and excitement. His words were said with a bit of tease and a bit of spite...it was just enough to make you clench around nothing. “Steve,” you whine, gripping his bony shoulders desperately. 

“What’s wrong?” he chides teasingly, pulling his hands from your shorts. He ignored your despondent noise. “Now, now, don’t be like that. I want to take my time.”

His fingers slid up under your loose top to cup your breasts. “I-I need it now,” you complain, yelping when deft fingers pinched your nipples. “Please, Steve.”

He slowly lifts your shirt, making sure to tuck the fabric under them so that they bounce out once revealed. “Oh fuck,” he hissed, running his tongue across a hard nipple. “These are so gorgeous.”

You made a strangled sound of pleasure when he gently nipped at one. “Steve, you’re torturing me,” you whimper, unable to do anything but sit on his lap and let him have his way. 

“So needy,” he smirked, the expression completely changing his face. You felt your insides quiver when you realized he was going to be a disgustingly sexy mixture of both men you imagined earlier. “Go to your room and lay out on the bed for me.”

You shakily stood to your feet, unsure if you were able to disobey anything the artist said with that look in his eye. His hand gave a smart smack to your ass, causing a yelp to leave your lips at the sting and surprise of it. You looked back to see him with an eyebrow quirked. You weren’t sure why but you felt compelled to say, “Yes, sir.”

It was the right response by the look of heat and arousal in his eyes. “Be quick.”

On jello legs, you walked through the hallway to your room. Thankfully, you kept a pretty clean house but without the need for hiding things, you had left your favorite vibrator out on the bedside table. You debated on whether to put it away. No time, you could hear the couch creak so you just flopped onto the bed. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” you heard the man coo from the doorway. He was looking down at your body with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You’re gorgeous.”

He took a few steps into the room to reach the bed. You felt like you might tremble out of your skin when his hands gently ran up your ankles, across your shins and thighs. The path his eyes took felt just as tangible as his hands. He skipped your shorts to grab the waistband, pulling them down and off of your body with very little help.

You felt deliciously exposed to the man, lying there with nothing but the silky top covering your skin. Steve’s eyes drank you in before flicking up to meet your gaze. “Knees bent...spread out for me, sweetheart.”

It sounded so sweet but there was this edge to his voice. It made you want to follow his every command like a sweet pliant toy. “I have to admit, Steve,” you whisper, bending your knees slowly. You kept your knees firmly together as long as possible just to tease the man. “I never would have guessed you’d be so...commanding.”

The face of pleasure he made had your insides fluttering when you spread your legs open. “Oh fuck,” he hissed as if the mere sight of you caused him pain. You knew, for a fact, that it didn’t if the state of his pants were anything to go on. 

Speaking of which, you had to double take out of concern. “Steve…” you whispered, yelping when his hands started to slide down the inside of your thighs. 

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked, wholly focused on your most intimate parts. 

“I don’t mean to be rude but...are you hiding a large phallic vegetable in your pants?” you question.

He laughs, face brightening with the expression. “No, I am not hiding a large vegetable in my pants,” he said with an absolutely filthy smirk. “Would you like to see?”

You moan, hating how much you loved his relentless teasing. “Yes, please!”

He leaned forward, kissing you slow and dirty. “Too bad, sweetheart. My clothes don’t come off until you’re begging,” he whispered against your lips. 

Your groan of pleasure and disappointment quickly changed into a yelp when his fingers brushed across your clit. Electric pleasure coursed through all of your nerve endings all at once. “F-Fuck,” you whimper, pushing up into his hand for more. 

“Stay still, Venus,” he commanded, kissing a path down your neck while his fingers drew lazy circles. “Or might just have to spank this pretty pussy.”

Steve-fucking-Rogers was going to be the most delicious undoing of your entire life and he hadn’t even pulled out his, apparently, monstrous cock. You could already feel the first orgasm coming on, which, while not unheard of for you to be this easy, was definitely not the norm. You just didn’t expect Steve, sweet little art professor Steve, to be so fucking dirty in all the right ways. 

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he asked, catching your attention away from the distracting pleasure. He gained a hesitant, worried look on his face that made the mask of confidence crack a bit. “Is it too much? Should I back off?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss. His fingers never stopped but sped up and changed patterns so frequently it made your head spin. “Steve Rogers,” you said firmly, looking him directly in the eyes. It was hard to be so serious when your orgasm was so fucking close. “Don’t you dare back off. You are the sexist man I’ve ever been in bed with an I haven’t even-fuck!”

All it took were two thin fingers to push inside of your entrance and crook perfectly for you to fall apart. Your body shuddered as the heat flooded through your system until you were whimpering. Steve didn’t stop, alternating between fucking into you with his fingers and pressing the heel of his palm against your clit. 

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he cooed with just a bit of sarcasm in his voice. “Cum all over my fingers.”

“S-Steve, god!” you cried out, grabbing onto the bed sheets for some kind of stability. “Please, I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he chuckled, shifting until he was lying flat on his stomach. Even knowing what was coming, it didn’t prepare you for the feel of his hot tongue running across your sensitive clit. He worked another finger into you while sucking and lapping with his mouth. 

You threw your head back when another orgasm, much more intense than the first several, crackled across your nerves. Still, he didn’t stop. He kept drawing abstract patterns on your clit, fucking into you with those amazing fingers and egging you on with dirty talk until you thought you might go insane. 

“Steve, please, please, I need-I need your cock,” you finally ended up begging, just like he said you would. “Fuck me, for the love of god!”

He pulled away from your throbbing, sensitive pussy with a damn near sinister grin on his face. “You sure? I bet I could drag another out of you,” he teased, kissing the inside of your quivering thigh. You watched with rapt attention as he bit down on the sensitive skin and sucked until you knew a mark would be left. He shouldn’t do that. It would be pretty noticeable at your job but...you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him to stop. 

“No, please, please just...I need you,” you whimper, reaching out to pull his shirt off his body. He looked a little nervous but you just smiled. “Steve, you have literally gotten me off a near dozen times. I want to see all of you.”

The smirk was back very quickly as he let you pull the shirt away. “Shirt off,” he commanded, watching intensely as you pulled the silky fabric off of your body. It was haphazardly tossed aside in just enough time to see him undo the strings of his sweatpants. 

Your mouth dried out when he pulled his cock out of his pants for you to see. It was...holy fuck...so good. It was definitely not what you thought the small guy was packing but, apparently, he was hung. “Holy fuck,” you groan, reaching out to stroke the hard flesh from base to tip. It pulled a low rumbled moan from the man who was quivering just as much as you were. “I want to put this in my mouth.”

He shoved you down into the bed while he shucked the pants away. “A different time, sweetheart, I need to be inside you first,” he smirked, kissing any protest from your mouth. He held up a condom that he must have had in his pocket. 

You gave him a knowing look. “It seems I wasn’t the only hopeful one,” you giggle, taking the condom from his hand. “I guess I should have asked if you regularly test before we started this, huh?”

“Just had one a week ago, I’ve got proof in my bag,” he replies quickly, looking like he might jump off to go grab it. You hold him fast. 

“I trust you, Steve. I’m clean too. Haven’t had sex in nearly a month,” you explain, tossing the condom away. “Also, I’ve got an IUD so no need for that unless you want it?”

“No,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss you again. “I want to feel you. Is that okay?”

You wrap your arms up around his back. “Yes, please, just get inside me,” you whisper, kissing him hard when you feel him adjust to rub his tip against your clit. It was incredibly sensitive but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the teasing. “Steve Rogers!”

“So needy,” he laughed, breaching your entrance. The satisfying stretch made you throw your head back into the pillow. “There you go, greedy girl.”

His cock felt so fucking good after so much teasing and so many orgasms. So good that you felt yourself ograsm just from the first thrust, which would have been embarrassing if the dark look in Steve’s eyes didn’t distract you. Your body was on fire as he started to move.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so good,” he moaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m not going to last.”

You ran your hands through his hair, body shaking from the feel of him dragging across every inch of your insides. “Don’t care just-oh!-keep moving!” you whimper, hardly able to make coherent sounds. 

He picks up the pace until you can’t see straight or think. His pace, while steady, wasn’t too fast but that didn’t matter. It felt so good. So fucking good you didn’t want him to stop but knew he was close by the way his body tensed. 

He pulled away quickly, stroking himself a few more times before painting your stomach and chest with his cum. You went boneless against the bed, body humming from the pleasure and afterglow. It took you a moment to realize Steve was staring at you.

“Sorry, you look so pretty covered in my cum,” he smirked deviously. 

“Fuck, Steve!” you laugh, pussy clenching around nothing like you weren’t sore and sensitive still. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Too much?” he teased, getting up to go towards your bathroom. 

You scoff, watching him grab a washcloth and wet it. “Hell no. Give me a few minutes and I’ll suck you off so hard you’ll forget your name.”

You expected him to laugh but instead, he had a sinister grin on his face. “Is that so?” he smirked, wiping the rag across your chest. “I look forward to it.”

#steve rogers x y/n #begging #pre serum steve #steve rogersxreader #steve rogers x reader #nsftumblr

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧

Pairing ⊳ James 'Bucky' Barnes x Steve Rogers

Fandom ⊳ Marvel | Captain America

Word Count ⊳ 2.6k

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Major Tags ⊳ Explicit Content, Alternate Universe - Modern, Consensual Non-Consensual, Somnophilia, Bare-Backing, Cock Warming, Rough, Fluff

Rating ⊳ E

Summary ⊳ When Bucky finds Steve asleep in his bed, his desires become overwhelming, and he can't resist the opportunity to indulge in his long-held fantasies involving his best friend.

It turns out that dreams do come true; you just have to make them wet first.

Square + Prompt ⊳

G 3 + Somnophilia | @allcapsbingo | Card # AC 1094  

Created for @anyfandomdarkbingo square filled : O5 - Stress Position

O 4 + Kink: Wet Dream | @stuckybingo | Card #R40101

Authors Note ⊳ 

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[mutants-and-soldiers]

Love's Betrayal

summary || The reunion, several months in the making, is tarnished by Love's Betrayal.

pairing || Knight!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

word count || 8,542

warnings || Begging, consensual sex, fingering, power exchange, spanking, dirty talking, slight degradation, biting, choking, facial, slight cum eating, oral (f receiving), knife play, creampie, man handling, size kink — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || AU: Knight Part 2 of Love Potion

Banner from @firefly-graphics

Steve didn’t hate a whole lot of things.

Truthfully, he was a pretty agreeable person in most situations. Stables needed cleaning? Fine. Thief needed to be chased through the streets? Fantastic. Grab the King something arbitrary when the servants were busy? Great.

Fancy events that brought people from different territories into the kingdom where he was expected to bow to every Lord or Lady, Duke and Duchess or any other form of nobility and make sure nothing went wrong? No, he fucking hated them. It was pompous and quite stressful. He would much rather be doing patrol or training squires or, hell, even cleaning out the stables. But having been promoted to the King’s Knight Captain meant he had to lead the other knights and guards to protect the King and Queen of Sygon in every situation…even an irresponsible, frivolous party.

He was lucky that his best friend, Bucky, was in the kingdom between missions. He trusted the spy in these kinds of situations not because of his stealth or charisma but because he was a noble before he was an assassin. That meant he was better at all of the schmoozing and getting information from noble pricks. If anyone could sniff out danger before it happened…it was Bucky.

The man looked good in his military suit with a high collar and plenty of metals decorating his chest. He had his hair swept back into a high bun with just a few curls draped down to frame his face, making his steely blue eyes even more intense. It was obvious the women were impressed as they fawned over him with their fans flapping and their eyelashes batting playfully. 

Steve couldn’t help the amused smile that crossed his face, standing to the left of the King as he sat in his throne greeting guests. His armor was freshly polished by his squire and sparkled in the bright lights of the chandeliers of the throne room. Bucky had made absolutely sure that his hair was perfectly parted and coiffed and that his beard was groomed sharply. 

Based on the way the noblewomen shot furtive glances out of the corner of their eyes at Steve, he could tell Bucky had done a damn fine job. Steve bowed when it was necessary but had his eyes concentrated on the crowd that mingled around, the musicians in the corner with their instruments and the various acrobats that were dancing in the spaces between the chandeliers from thick ribbons in the kingdom’s colors. 

He knew Bucky and the few other spies of the kingdom were walking around keeping an eye out in their fancy clothing too. Steve could see the bright red head of hair of Natasha as she laughed at something a portly, baby faced nobleman had said. It was a bit much, he’d tell her later while they were relaxing over a drink. 

 Every now and then, an announcement would be made when some new royal or important person or couple arrived. The party would momentarily stop for their names to be said before the music would start back up and the party would continue. Steve was both bored and stressed all at the same time. 

One of the other knights, Lang, walked up in his armor, bowing respectfully to the King and Queen before standing next to Steve. “Need a break?” he whispered, bowing at the royal couple that walked up. “I can take over while you get some air or a drink.”

Steve let out a small sigh of relief, placing a soft hand on the man’s pommel. “Thank you, Lang, I owe you one,” he smiled, leaning down to tell the King what was happening only to be waved off. 

He walked down the stairs to the outskirts of the crowd so that he didn’t have to be stopped by interested women or nobles who were looking to mingle. His eyes skimmed the crowd, noting faces and remembering their titles, kingdoms and importance. Even though he knew it to be hopeless, his hand couldn’t help but press against the copper pendant that hung against his breastplate. 

He slipped down a hallway, glancing around to make sure he was alone. His fingers gripped the pendant and brought it to his lips. “I wish you were here, sweet one. This party would be much more entertaining if you were,” he whispered into the stone. It glowed softly, letting him know the message had been sent. He smiled, kissing the stone gently before turning back to the opening to watch the party for a few moments. 

There wasn’t a day that his heart didn’t ache for you. He had, originally, thought it to be a lingering side effect of the potion but he knew better. It had been nearly three months since he had last seen you and his mind still wandered to the night the two of you had spent together. The feel of your skin, the way your face looked when you were on the cusp of orgasm, and the sweet sound of your laughter when he said something amusing or sweet. All of it was still so fresh and there wasn’t a day that either he or you sent a message. 

Sometimes those messages would be funny stories that had happened or, more often than not, they would be sweet or longing words. He could hear how much you missed him in the timbre of your voice and the sincerity of your words. It seemed you needed no potion to fall for the knight, which made the distance that much worse. 

The music stopped and all activity in the party halted. Steve broke from his thoughts to step forward so he could see who had just arrived. “Introducing The Lorekeeper and Dragon Sorceress of the Elven Kingdom,” the man said even while Steve’s eyes couldn’t stop staring as you walked through the great doors.

You were wearing a long, flowing gown that covered your arms and went all the way down to your feet. It was a warm shade of blue made with white intricate designs. Around your midriff was a tight, dark blue, satin corset that made your shape that much more dramatic. You had your hair pulled away from your face so that everyone could see the sharp points of your ears, decorated with all manner of gems and metals. Across your forehead rested a ring of silver that dangled a triangle of overlapping silver metal scales. 

Steve’s heart hammered in his chest and his stomach twisted in so many emotions all at once. He was drawn to you even now, as if you had some kind of magical pull that he couldn’t ignore. His feet took him further into the room that was still quiet even as you walked through the crowd. People moved to make a passage for you to the throne where the King sat looking like he had eaten something rancid. 

It was the Queen who stood up with the brightest smile on her young face. She walked down to meet you halfway, which, while odd, made sense considering. Queen Mayven’s pretty face was bright when you offered your hands so that she could take them into her own. “Lorekeeper, you honor us with your presence. I did not expect you to come to our humble kingdom when I sent the invitation!” the Queen said for every person to hear seeing as the musicians hadn’t started back and the people around were curiously looking at you. 

“Queen Mayven,” you said in that ethereal voice that made Steve’s desire rise to the surface. It was inappropriate to think of all the different ways he could make that regal voice change, especially considering the location, but he found that he couldn’t help himself. You took one side of your dress and gracefully curtseyed to show respect for the royal. “It is my pleasure to check on your health as well as visit your beautiful kingdom.”

The Queen waved her hand at the musicians, who started up a jaunty tune and it was like the spell had been broken because everyone went back to what they were doing. You followed the Queen up to the throne and Steve quickly headed back to where Lang was standing. To his credit, Lang saw him coming and made himself scarce with a quick nod. It seemed he didn’t want to be anywhere near the possible drama with a powerful spellcaster and the irritated King.

“Ah, Sir Steve,” the Queen smiled, sitting down in her chair at the right hand of the King. “Good timing.”

“Sir Steve, what an honor it is to see you again,” you said, offering a delicate hand that was decorated with rings and perfectly pointed nails painted to match the blue of your dress. 

“Lorekeeper, it is a pleasure to see you again,” Steve said while taking your hand to feel the cold that naturally radiated from you. He bowed deeply to lay a kiss on your knuckles, enjoying the delicate tremble that surely only he could cause in your fingers. When he came back up, you were looking at him with a knowing look in your sharp eyes. He felt himself shiver at the mischief and longing in that gleam. 

The moment ended when you pulled your hand away, leaving too much space for Steve’s liking. “I am pleased to see you in such good health, Your Majesty,” you said when you turned your attention back to the royal. 

“All because of your potion, Lorekeeper,” King Rathias cut into the conversation, voice rough and obviously full of disdain. Your eyes cut over to him, expression never changing from the sweet smile, but there was a hardness to your gaze that made the room just a bit colder. “We are very fortunate that you decided to help us.”

“Fortunate that you sent your best knight to retrieve it,” you chuckled, the tone sweeter than it should have been. “His determination to keep his promises was the only thing that earned him the potion.”

The Mayven looked at her husband, confused. “Darling, didn’t you send the tome I suggested?” 

Steve felt his haunches go up when a corner of your mouth quirked upwards and a dangerous glimmer lit up your sharp eyes. The King hesitated a bit too long, revealing more truth than his words ever could. It made the knight have to steel his face to keep from revealing his thoughts. He had known that you only took knowledge as payment…and yet sent Steve with gold. 

The awkward, uncomfortable silence was broken by you. “No matter, I’m sure it was just a grand misunderstanding but your knight came through in the end,” you glanced at him with an expression of a fox who had just filled its belly with chickens from a pen. “You should be grateful to have such a devoted knight as Sir Steve.”

“We very much are,” the Queen said, voice trembling slightly. “He is now the Captain of the Royal Knights.”

Your eyebrows went up, obviously impressed, before you looked over. Steve could feel the red starting to form on his cheeks, which, while embarrassing, was apparently very appealing if your words were anything to go by. “Congratulations on your promotion, Sir Steve, it is well deserved.”

“Thank you, Madam,” Steve stammers out with a quick bow to hide the red of his face. 

“Of course, well, perhaps I should do my duty and mingle amongst the nobles. Would you mind pointing me in the direction of the washroom first? It has been a rather long journey,” you say sweetly.

The Queen was the first to speak up, gesturing to Steve. “Please, allow Sir Steve to escort you!” she responded quickly. 

Steve feels the weight of your look and again, his breath is taken away by the beauty of your features. “Of course,” Steve immediately said, stepping down the stairs to offer a gloved hand. “Allow me, Madam.”

You curtseyed to the couple before taking the strong hand. Your fingers looked so small compared to his and though your hand felt delicate, he knew better. You grabbed the side of your dress to reveal your blue, flat boots that had buttons up the side and walked down the stairs to Steve’s side. 

People were watching but that didn’t stop you from placing your hand on the crook of the knight’s elbow. He guided you around the crowd and to the hallway that he had previously been in to send his message. The two of you walked further into the castle, headed for the washroom, but never made it that far when Steve quickly opened a door and pulled you with him.

The door was closed and you found yourself trapped between the sturdy wood and the broad knight. You didn’t look afraid, however, just amused. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Steve demanded, raking his eyes down your form to take it in up close. 

“Truth be told,” you started, easily running your hands up the breastplate of his armor to fiddle with the pendant. Your eyes flicked up to connect with Steve’s in an almost tangible manner, it sent a thrill through the knight. “I wasn’t planning on it…until you sent me that message.”

Steve took in a deep breath, lips thinning out at her cheekiness. “You got ready in enough time to show up right after the message was sent?” he asked, skeptical. 

Your hands run up until they can finally run across the sides of his beard. “I have a spell for any inconvenience…remember?” you said with that snarky tone. The feel of your fingers brushing his cheeks sent a thrill of pleasure through his body until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He dove forward, kissing you like it had been forever. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in so that his armor brushed against the fabric of your dress. Your mouth opened immediately so that his tongue could remember the taste and feel of you. “I missed you so much, sweet one,” he huffed between kisses to your neck. 

Your chest heaved as you hummed in appreciation of his attention. “I missed you too, Steve,” you whispered breathlessly, hands clinging to his metal shoulders. “More than you can possibly know.”

You yelped when you were forcefully turned and your front shoved against the door. “I think I can guess,” he whispered into your ear, nipping at the sharp point playfully. “I bet your pussy has been rather distracting lately without me to fill it.”

You moaned at his words, pressing your ass against his codpiece insistently. “No one else would do, Steve,” you say, voice strained with your front pressed against the door. Steve pulled your hips back and kicked your feet wider apart all the while with one hand still pressed to the space between your shoulders. “I couldn’t even try to find relief with anyone else.”

He hums in agreement, flipping your skirt up and away from your ass. ��So I did properly ruin you for anyone but me,” he smirks, running his hand across the soft material of your undergarments until he got to the band. He ripped them down until they fell to the bottoms of your boots. “Didn’t I, sweet one?”

“Yes,” you breathed, a delicate tremble starting across your body when he shook his gauntlet off. It made a dull clank as it hit the rug under your feet. “Please, Steve, I need you.”

“I know, sweet one, I know, patience,” he commanded, running his fingers between your thighs until he found your clit. You jumped, hiding your moan against the back of your hand as he made firm circles across the bud. “I know you want to be stuffed full, you just need to let me prepare you first.”

You couldn’t keep all of the noises quiet as you went on tiptoes to give him more room. He shook his other gauntlet off to the floor so that he could wrap that hand around to take over playing with your clit. His other hand ran fingers across your folds until he found what he was looking for and pressed one thick digit into your pussy. 

You clenched at the door with your fingers, eyes rolling back into your head as he fucked you open. “Gonna cum already, sweet one? You must have really missed me,” he cooed into your ear, kissing the line of your jaw. 

“Yes, please, Steve,” you beg, obviously past whatever had stopped you the first time he had demanded you beg for it. Perhaps you just knew that what he could give you was well worth the humiliation of such a powerful woman begging to a lowly knight? Perhaps you were just so desperate that you couldn’t hold back any longer? Or, perhaps he was the one being manipulated. Either way, he pressed another finger into your fluttering pussy to stretch it a little more. “Oh gods.”

He could tell you were close just by the way your arms were trembling where they rested against the door. He could see the bowing of your back. “That’s it, my sweet one, let go, cum for me,” he soothed against your ear.

Like a bow string being released, you whined as the orgasm rippled across your body. “Lean your head back. I want to see you come undone,” he groaned, ignoring the press of his erection against the inside of his codpiece. You very obediantly lean back until your face came into view. Steve nearly came undone himself to see your lips wet and slightly parted, eyes hazy with pleasure and your skin so beautifully shining with a bit of sweat. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled away, ignoring the groan of disappointment from you, he quickly worked to get his codpiece off so he could free his painfully hard erection. Steve couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped his mouth when his hand stroked down his length. 

“Steve,” you whined softly, looking over your shoulder with longing. “Please.”

“So needy,” he chuckles, taking a step back to see how pretty you looked bent against the door with your ass out and wet dripping down your thighs. “Gods, sweet one, if you could see yourself the way I do…you’d understand why I’ve missed you these last few months.”

“If you’d put your dick in me I can remember why I’ve missed you,” you snarked, yelping when Steve’s hand came down on one side of your ass. He groped the supple flesh firmly with his hand before giving another smack that echoed through the room. “Steve.”

The knight easily pressed up behind you, his dick rubbing lightly across the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thigh. “Such a smart mouth for someone who wants my dick,” he teased, nipping at your neck. You shivered from the feel of his beard and teeth, wiggling back against him to rub his head against your folds. “Now, ask nicely, sweet one.”

You were trembling again, hands pressed against the door and undergarments around your ankles. Steve wished he had some way to capture this moment forever because it was the thing of wet dreams. “Please, Steve, I-I need you to fuck me,” you finally whimpered, still rubbing your slick onto his cock. 

Steve smirked, easily lining up and thrusting forward in one quick motion. Your mouth opened but no sound came as you were shoved forward, going up onto your tiptoes to compensate. “Just like that?” he growled against your neck, throbbing at the feel of your tight walls squeezing him in all the right ways. He could tell by the wave of tremors that wracked your body that you had cum just from his first thrust. It did wonders for his ego. “Already cumming? You have missed this.”

You would have said something but he was wrapping his metal covered arm around your neck, pulling you back until you were pressed against his armor. His other hand went to your clit; your reaction was instant when you gasped, trying to push back to fuck yourself on his dick. “Steve, please,” she begged, trying to gain any sort of leverage when it was obviously futile in this position. “S-So deep.”

The knight only made short, shallow thrust into your body, making sure to angle it just right so you made that pretty whine when he hit the spot inside of your body. “I could stay like this forever, sweet one, wrapped up in your pussy as you cum just from the smallest of movements,” he whispered into your ear, tightening his arm around your neck. “But I guess we don’t have that kind of time, do we?”

Without pulling out of you, Steve easily maneuvers the two of you until you are bent over the arm of a sofa, face in the cushions and ass in the air. Steve didn’t give you any time to think, starting a hard, fast pace that had you on the tips of your toes. With you off balance, Steve easily grabbed your wrists, pulling them back. Simultaneously, he pulled you backwards by your arms while thrusting forward. 

Your noises were slightly muffled by the cushion but just having you in such a compromising position and knowing you could very easily overpower him was intoxicating. Steve knew it was wrong to want to overpower one of the most powerful beings on the continent but there was something about the way you put all of your trust in him. You let him see you at your most vulnerable; you let him overpower you and that was…addicting. 

His skin rose in goosebumps when his orgasm threatened to overtake him. “Tell me, Lorekeeper,” he said, still fucking you at a merciless pace that had the room full of the sound of skin on skin. “Where would you like me to cum?”

You whimpered when another orgasm rippled across your body. “M-My face, please, Steve, cum on my face.”

He groaned in appreciation, pushing his hands down on your hips to up the pace. Your feet came off the floor completely but it only made it easier to keep you exactly where he wanted. “Sweet one, you’re too good to me,” he grunts, so close to the edge.

Steve pulled away quickly, grabbing your hair to help haul you off the couch and onto your knees in front of him. He kept a hold of your hair, stroking his cock until it throbbed. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out with a hazy look in your eyes. Cum splashed across your cheeks and tongue and forehead, completely debauching you in the prettiest of ways. 

The knight leaned against the arm of the couch, panting. “Gods,” he nearly yelps when your tongue teasingly runs across his sensitive cock. There was a smug look on your face when he looked down. He felt his softening member twitch slightly at the picture you made on your knees, covered in his cum. He reached down to grab your chin between his fingers and thumb, wiping some of the mess with his thumb and then into your mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” you mumble around his thumb, looking up with foggy eyes. “We…we should probably get back.”

Steve’s lips thinned but he knew you were right. “Allow me,” he chuckled, helping you to your feet and pulling your undergarments up before smoothing down your skirt. “Perhaps you might want to visit the wash-oh.”

With a wave of your hand, your face was completely clean and your hair was back to the way it had been before he messed it up. “Magic makes everything better,” you laugh brightly, giving a quick gesture so his gauntlets come to your hands. “These are yours, sir.”

He fixed his codpiece before taking the gauntlets. “Thank you.”

There was a loud crash from outside that caught both of your attention. Steve felt his stomach drop as he went for the door. Moving with far more speed than expected, you blocked the door with your body. There was a pained look on your face which made the knight’s heart pound. 

“You’re not just here to see me…are you?” he asked, clenching his fists at his side. 

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you whisper and, to your credit, you did sound genuinely apologetic. “I hope that you can forgive me for what’s about to happen but…I understand if you can’t.” 

“Lorekeeper, get out of my way,” Steve demanded, stepping forward even though it was obviously a lost cause. If you didn’t want him to get out of the room…he wouldn’t. “What is happening? What did you do?”

You stand firm in your spot, wringing your hands in a very strange show of worry. “You had to know this would happen, Steve. King Rathias tried to kill Queen Mayven with a curse; he sent you to find help so far away because he thought it might be long enough for the Queen to die; and just as insurance, he sent you out with every assurance that you would fail at your mission,” you said, growing louder as you spoke. You had a look of fury on your face that made him take a quick step back when you advanced. “He was going to…tarnish your reputation just so he could kill the rightful holder of the throne so that his family could take over Sygon.”

Steve felt the room grow cold, frost starting to creep across the windows and across his armor. “You were distracting me.” It wasn’t a question. He knew this to be the truth.

The pain that crosses your face is more of an answer than any words. “I’m sorry, Steve, it was…it was all General Harmony’s plan. She needed you out of the room so that Lord Barnes and Lady Natasha could get the proof she needed-”

“Bucky and Natasha are in on the plan?!” he practically roared, feeling a little validated when you flinched. “Why didn’t you tell me?! I could have-would have helped!”

You reach out but Steve pulls away quickly before you can touch his armor. “Steve, please, we couldn’t risk your honor. If you were caught conspiring against your King then no kingdom would take you as a knight. You would lose your knighthood and…I couldn’t bear the thought of you being a casualty in this. If you fought back against General Harmony then you would not only lose your knighthood but would also be thrown into jail for treason,” you tried to reason, fear and dread apparent in your eyes. You looked lost as you pulled your hands against your chest, eyes closed like you were trying to stop yourself from crying. “I made General Harmony swear to me that you and any of the other innocent knights be given amnesty. Just because you unknowingly follow an evil King doesn’t make you evil.”

“You should have told me,” Steve snapped, feeling like the ground might open up and swallow him whole. 

“I know I-” you stopped, jerking your head towards the door. Steve felt like his heart had stopped when he blinked and you were suddenly gone with just the slightest pop sound. 

Steve growled, ripping the door open to run down the hallway. There was shouting and he could see light coming from the throne room. It didn’t take him long to find that the tables and curtains were on fire. Heat radiated through the room but it didn’t stop him from seeing you with two large silver dragon wings sprouting from your back, bobbing in the air right behind the chandelier. 

A bolt of black lightning came from the throne where Steve paused when he saw the King throw another spell. His heart thundered in his chest when he looked over to see that bolt flying towards a tall, threatening looking woman who lifted a large shield with glowing symbols on it to bat it away like it were some kind of thrown stone. The woman had burnt red skin with scars marring her body up to the large spiral horns that sprouted out of her dark black hair. 

Steve knew instantly that this was General Harmony in the flesh. Her armor gleamed with the sigil of the Elven Kingdom and beside her stood her right hand, Uk’meish, a tall, scarred, rare dark-furred creature that looked both beastial and humanoid. He was of a rare race of Orcs who lived in the mountains and grew fur as a means to protect against the cold. His weapon was a chain with a spearhead on the end, which he spun with one hand. 

“Come peacefully and we won’t have to incapacitate you, Rathias,” the General’s rough voice boomed with obvious magical volume. 

The King hardly said anything as he started making signs with his hands and chanting words in the arcane language that he had seen you use before. “Now, Keeper!” Harmony roared, charging with Uk’meish at her side.

Steve watched you weave your own signs in the air, eyes starting to glow with magical energy before letting it explode around you in a wave of cold and frost. The ground froze around the two warriors and up the stairs where it crawled up Rathias’ body until everything was covered in a thick layer of ice. The knight could only watch as the General’s large ax with a handle that looked like the gnarled branch of a tree and glowed with a green light came down on the frozen King. 

His feet almost moved of their own accord until a firm hand grabbed his shoulder. “You can’t, Stevie,” Bucky whispered, pulling the blond back into the hallway so they weren’t spotted. 

Steve felt lost as he watched the ice crack and blood slowly leak out. He flinched when your eyes looked at him, glowing and ethereal, and it became more evident how different the two of you were. There was an endless abyss between you and Steve that the human would never cross even if he had as much time as you did. He would never match you enough to fight by your side or be any use to you other than a good lay.

“Buck, you knew,” he said, dejected and tired. His armor suddenly felt too heavy a burden to carry at that moment as he watched his King break from the ice and fall to the ground. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bucky’s lips pressed together and his brow furrowed. “I’m sorry, I…I wasn’t allowed to tell you…neither was Nat.”

Steve knew that but it didn’t stop the ache from spreading through his chest. He felt so betrayed by the closest people to him. Once the King was properly restrained, Steve turned and quickly made his way to his quarters. He couldn’t face you, not yet, and he couldn’t watch as the King was dragged away bloody and in cuffs. 

It felt like he had failed.

He stripped away the armor until he was left in nothing but his underclothing, staring at the window where he could see the King being hauled into the carriage with metal walls and a lock. You pressed your hand to the door and it glowed with arcane sigils before it disappeared out of sight. He turned away from the window when you turned around, eyes searching. 

Steve was just sitting on his bed when a knock came to his door. “Go away,” he whispered, resting his face in his hands. 

“Open the door, Sir Steve,” the rough, harsh voice of General Harmony was unmistakable. 

Against his better judgment, he followed orders and opened the door to find the imposing woman standing there. “General Harmony,” he breathed, stepping back out of respect so that she could enter. She had to duck down so that her horns didn’t get caught on the door frame. Her height and muscle mass seemed to take up so much of the small room when he closed the door behind her. “Do you need me for something?”

Her long, calloused hand brushed across his breastplate that was sitting on the bed. It bore the house crest of Sygon’s royal family. “I feel that an explanation of my plan may be in order, seeing as you were kept in the dark,” she explained, walking over to the window. She stood with her hands behind her back, nails long and hands covered in thick veins and horrible scars. “For that, I apologize wholeheartedly. It was never my intention to put you in such a position but…a calculated necessity I fear.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped,” Steve said just like he had done to you. 

She turned to look at the knight, sharp amber eyes looking at him intensely. “I know you would have,” she nodded, face just as scarred as the rest of her exposed skin. “But that would have taken everything from you. Now, I, personally, do not care if you lose your knighthood if it is for the greater good…but the Lorekeeper? She thinks quite highly of you and has a fondness for you that I have not seen her show anyone all of the time I’ve known her. It was she who said you deserved to not get caught up in this matter; it was she who offered to distract you while the plan went through.”

“Shouldn’t that have been my decision to make?” Steve demanded sharply. He hated that his choice…his options were stolen before he even knew them.

The General took a few steps forward to place her hand on his shoulder. Her skin was extraordinarily hot through his shirt but he met her gaze, feeling quite odd that he had to look up to make eye contact. “You may not understand or appreciate  that the Lorekeeper’s apparent betrayal was a kindness. You have lost nothing in this take down of your King and the Queen will surely keep you by her side for your help in showing us the evil that plagued this kingdom.”

Steve wasn’t sure if her words made him feel better or worse but he definitely didn’t feel good about the situation. “Thank you, for your concern but this burden is mine to bear and only I can decide how to handle it.”

“Of course,” the General nodded, stepping back to stand at her full height. “I will be here to make sure the transition and aftermath are calm and peaceful. If you have any questions or concerns or need any assistance, please, feel free to ask Uk’meish or myself. We are at your kingdom’s disposal.”

“Thank you, General.”

You were hardly any help with the transfer of power with your mind always straying to a certain blond knight. Steve had made himself busy with interrogating the guards and knights of the kingdom with the General. You hardly ever caught a glimpse of him and if you did, he pointedly refused to even look at you. It hurt so much that you were afraid you might actually cry for the first time in memory. 

Natasha helped you with setting up magical shields and guards around the kingdom so that magic could be introduced formally. It was tedious work that kept your mind occupied. She was quiet and straight to the point, as she had always been during the meetings. It gave you time to focus on your work and not worry about a certain knight.

“You did the right thing,” Natasha said once you stepped back from the last sigil of protection. It was carved in the trunk of a yew tree, which you suddenly found quite interesting while you checked that the circle was properly set. “Steve is a pragmatic man, he will understand with time.”

You can’t help but heave a heavy sigh when you realize this was something you definitely should talk about. “I know that the end result was good but…I don’t think the means by which I achieved my part of the plan were worth it,” you admit, thinking about how much it must hurt Steve to know you used him in such a despicable manner. “I would not begrudge him if he never forgave me for what I’ve done.”

The red-headed assassin is quiet for a few moments as you walk back towards the castle. It looked like the avatar of your dread and guilt. You weren’t sure if you were excited to get everything done and over with or if you hated the thought more knowing it would be the end of everything. No closure, no final words or lingering kiss of good-bye…just, you popping out of existence and leaving the poor man alone to hate you. 

“Steve came from nothing, Keeper. His mother was frail with sickness and he was weak and a nobody. Many knights laughed at him when he asked to be a squire because of how skinny he was but he never stopped trying. It wasn’t until the Queen, then a Princess, saw him and demanded that her father make him a squire,” she explained, captivating you with the tale. You couldn’t imagine the tall, muscular man being as she said. “He went through hell to prove himself. He worked harder than any other squire, did more chores, cleaned the stables better than anyone else and didn’t complain. Then, almost as if overnight, he became as he is now.”

You stopped, something clawing at your memory like a beast trying to be free. “You said…like it was overnight?” 

Natasha stopped to look at you. “Well, perhaps not overnight but it seemed that way because it happened so quickly. Everyday he seemed to get stronger and healthier. It wasn’t long after that he fast tracked into being a knight of the kingdom.”

You couldn’t quite grasp the memory but that wasn’t odd seeing as you had centuries worth of them. It was recent, you knew that. “Almost like magic,” you mutter, jerking your head up when someone calls out to you. 

Aldoran stood in front of the castle, donning his human form, which stood out amongst the simple people of the kingdom. You felt the breath leave your chest when you realized he was here to escort you home. “Thank you, Natasha, for the story, I truly appreciate your honest words,” you tell the woman, smiling.

You walked up to your friend who placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. He knew you better than anyone in this plane of existence; he could see when you were distraught. “It is time, ghràdhaich,” he said with a gentle tone using the word for beloved in the ancient dialect of dragon. It was a term of endearment he had been using for you since the two of you had broken out of the slaver’s dungeon so many centuries ago. 

Your eyes cast up to the window that you know to belong to Steve’s quarters, startled when you see the man standing there. His eyes meet yours and the feel of tangible connection is hard to ignore but he breaks it first by turning away and disappearing. Sickness rolls through your stomach but Aldoran gives you no time as he reaches out and you both pop out of the kingdom. 

Weeks pass in the tower and you do nothing but sit idly by while the world spins around you. Aldoran keeps close, knowing that you were hurting and trying to distract you as best he could. You refused to see anyone who came to the tower and ignored all calls from any of your companions or contacts; you took no jobs during those weeks to make magical items and hardly touched your food or slept. Any sleep you did get was plagued by nightmares of Steve walking away or the look on his face when he realized what you had done. 

It wasn’t odd that you woke up screaming with tears down your face.

In the fourth week, Aldoran landed on the balcony and promptly jerked you up to your feet and walked you to the edge. “A-Aldoran what are you-” he promptly took off with you in his arms until you landed on the balcony with a whole contingent of youngling Dragons of all colors. There were two of your Dragon caretakers standing in human form waiting for you. “What’s going on?”

“You need to get out of this tower, Keeper,” Aldoran demanded with no room for argument. “These younglings are going to the Crystal Mountains, you will accompany them just to make sure they come back safely.”

You were, truthfully, far too tired to argue so you merely waved your hand to change your clothes. “Very well, let’s go,” you said, stretching your silver dragon wings and following behind the group of dragons as they took off. 

When you glanced back, Aldoran teleported away. It left you wondering but you knew he would inform you of his trip once you got back. For now, at least you had something to keep your mind off of the lingering guilt. 

Steve wiped his brow of the sweat from afternoon training with the squires as he walked up the stairs towards the castle. He needed a long soak in the hot springs below the castle and a rest before his evening duties. Bucky had offered several times to take over some of his work off his shoulders but more than anything, Steve needed the work to distract him from his heartache. 

“Captain,” Scott said when he came out of the archway into the castle’s courtyard. “There’s someone here to see you.”

It struck him as odd because, though he was the Knight Captain, he hardly ever got visitors. “Who is it?” he asked while handing his helmet to the small squire who followed him. 

The look of mischief in his eyes said a lot and nothing all at the same time. “It’s Aldoran, the Lorekeeper’s-oh, there he goes!” 

Steve hardly heard the end of his sentence as he took the stairs nearly three at a time to get to the courtyard. The elegant man stood there in his regal clothing looking quite out of place amongst the common flora. “Aldoran,” Steve panted out, suddenly embarrassed by his rush to get here hoping that you would be with him. “What a rare surprise. What brings you to Sygon?"

The faux-human gave a wry grin, gesturing for the knight to walk with him along the trail that wrapped around a small pond. “I apologize for not calling ahead, Knight Captain, but the matter I must discuss with you is of the utmost importance,” Aldoran explained, steps matching the Knight’s easily. “It is about the Keeper.”

Steve felt his heart long for the woman even as his feeling of betrayal bubbled up like bile in his throat. “And why could she not visit on her own to speak of this matter?” he asked, trying for aloof but fearing he may sound desperate instead. 

Aldoran chuckled softly, looking at Steve with his unnervingly silver eyes. “For all of her skill, power and knowledge, she is remarkably bad in matters that pertain to romance and the heart. She would rather wallow in the guilt of her actions than make up for it in deeds; she thinks that your mind's made up and that it is her fate to live with her regret for the rest of her long life.”

The thought of you sitting in your tower, surrounded by all the knowledge of the world and magic, looked after by dragons of all kinds and with all of the magic at your fingertips…suffering in the abyss of regret for what you did to him is more painful than his feelings of betrayal. “I’m not sure…if I’m ready to forgive her, yet,” Steve admits, having the strange sensation that his armor was too heavy again. 

“Allow me to give you some perspective, Knight Captain,” the Dragon begins, stopping next to the pond. “There are things she did not tell you. Circumstances that put her in a difficult position.”

Steve felt the sudden urge to flee, which was a first for him. Something deep inside feared that what the creature said would change everything…would make him regret causing you so much hurt and pain. He stood strong, knowing, in his heart, that he needed to hear this perspective. 

“Go on,” he whispered softly, steeling himself for what was to come.

You jolted awake when the loud gong sounded from the knock to the tower door. There was a moment where you felt like just going back to sleep and ignoring it until the gong sounded three more times. Someone was being rather insistent. 

“Aldoran,” you called across the little stone dangling amongst the many rings in your ears. “Can you get that?”

I’m currently away on business, Keeper.

It was odd for the dragon to be away so long but you begrudgingly threw the blankets off and quickly pulled your silken robe around your sleep clothes. You were far too tired and far too irritated to even worry about a spell to change before making your way down to the front door. The gong never stopped ringing, which made you even more irate.

“I’m coming, just fucking stop…” your breath left your lungs when you flung open the door to find the most unexpected person there. “Knocking.”

Steve looked just as disheveled and Ferran was already laid out in the grass sleeping. “Keeper,” he said, panting and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 

“Steve, what are-”

“Just let me speak,” he interrupted gently, catching his breath. “Why didn’t you tell me the whole truth?”

“W-What?” you stammer, pulling your robe tighter. “What do you mean?”

Steve’s expression was intense but not full of hatred like you expected. “Aldoran told me everything, Keeper. Rathias was making plans to have me killed so that I never figured out his plot. You kept me in the dark…to keep me safe,” he whispered, looking like he wanted to move closer. “You knew that if he got even a hint that I knew too much…he would move his plan forward and you might not have been able to keep me from becoming a casualty.”

You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to keep the tears from spilling over but it proved a futile attempt. The sound of dropped metal made you open your eyes in just enough time to find Steve’s hands cupping your cheeks, wiping at your tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, Steve,” you choke, touching his hands. “I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this. I was going to distract you with a spell once we were at the washroom but…you pulled me into that room before I had the chance and…”

“And what?” he urged, far too close for the position to not be considered intimate. 

“I couldn’t refuse your advances. I was weak of will and I missed you so much that I made things so much worse. None of these excuse my actions or warrant forgiveness from you I just-”

The words died on your lips when he pulled you in for a desperate kiss. You melt into the man’s armor, trying not to whimper when his arms wrapped you up in a tight embrace like he was fearful you might run or disappear. “I rode through the night to get here because I wanted to apologize for my harsh tone and cruel words, sweet one,” he said, lips still touching yours. Now that the tears had started, they wouldn’t stop. 

“I do not deserve your forgiveness, Steve,” you sob, hating that it felt good to have his forehead resting against yours. 

“I am still a bit hurt but…I know you will make it up to me and, truthbetold, I cannot imagine my life without you,” he confessed, holding you only tighter against his armor. “I fear your beauty and wit were far more effective than any love potion could ever be. I am smitten by you, sweet one.”

Your heart nearly burst from happiness as you threw your arms around the knight’s neck and kissed him again. “I will make it up to you, I swear it,” you promised, words lost in his passion. 

He growled, low and primal, holding onto you like you were some precious artifact. “Get us to your room, sweet one, or I will have you in this stairwell for anyone to stumble upon.”

The groan that escapes your mouth is needy, “Steve.” With the wave of your hand and a breathless incantation, the two of you pop into your bedroom. “Too much armor.”

Steve smirks when his armor is suddenly off and neatly stacked on your vanity. “What? Do you not want to take the time to strip me of my armor, love?” he taunts, stepping close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from under the simple cloth. “Or are you that desperate to prove how sorry you are to me?”

Leaning down, you watched as he pulled a dagger from his boot, holding it up for the candle light to catch on the silver edge. “Get rid of the robe unless you want me to cut it to ribbons,” he whispered, tone calm and dangerous all at the same time. 

You easily shucked the silk away, letting it crumple to the ground and revealing the tight chamise that clung to every dip and curve of your body. It was made of fine Elven cotton that was softer than fur and more durable than leather. Steve’s eyes trailed down the length of you, causing you to tremble with the wait. But you knew patience was expected so you merely stood there and let him continue to map out your curves with his gaze. 

“Gorgeous,” he sighs, looking at you with a heat that you felt in your bones. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

He ran the tip of the dagger across the skin of your shoulder, feather light but enough to send a thrill of adrenaline down your spine. “S-Steve,” you breath, chest heaving and throat dry from anticipation. 

“Trust me, sweet one,” he soothed, smirking at the gasp that you sucked in when his wrist flicked and the strap of your chamise was sliced in two. “I know how much you enjoy the feeling of vulnerability. It is such an honor for you to put your faith so willingly in me.”

He drew the tip across the hollow at your throat and along your collarbone to cross to the opposite shoulder. “I-I trust you,” you whisper, moisture starting to soak the insides of your thighs. 

The flat side of the dagger presses against the underside of your chin, tilting your head up until you get lost in those blue eyes. “I know you do. Stand still, darling.”

You startle when his blade slices through the other strap like it wasn’t made of some of the most durable cloth the Elves had ever achieved. His knife ran down the front of your gown until the tip met the base of your sternum. You sucked in a breath when the tip cut through the fabric and lightly brushed your skin. Steve’s eyes watched as he sliced the blade upward, pulling your chamise to reveal more flesh of your thighs until the cloth was cut through to the top. 

“Good girl,” he purred, running the tip of the blade across the skin between your breasts. Goosebumps popped up and your trembling was becoming dangerous considering the situation. “You’re doing so well for me, sweet one, just a little more.”

You took a deep breath as he slowly went to his knees, dragging the knife through your gown like it were butter. He only stopped when the cloth was completely cut in twine and fell away to show your naked body. He kneeled at your feet, looking up at you as if you were the most precious thing to him. “Sit, darling, let me take care of you,” he whispered, setting the dagger to the side while you shakily flopped back onto the bed. 

He gave you no time to get comfortable, throwing your legs over his shoulders and running his tongue across your clit with perfect accuracy. The tingle that went through your body made you nearly squeal; you were so worked up already that you could hardly hold yourself upright without gripping his soft golden hair for help. His hands groped at your thighs, most definitely leaving fingertip shaped bruises in their wake. 

“Steve, gods, please, I need it,” you practically sobbed, knowing you wouldn’t last long. 

“Already? Oh sweet one,” he moans as he presses two fingers into your pussy. It sent you over the edge, thighs clamping against the sides of his head. He didn’t stop even when you couldn’t hold yourself up and fell backwards, still gripping his head like it was a lifeline. 

Your noises slowly got louder until you were tugging at his hair, trying to get him to come away. “Please, Steve, I need you,” you begged, glad when he sat up and put his knee on the edge of the bed next to your thigh. 

“I know, sweet one, I know,” he soothes, easily discarding his shirt and pants before helping you scoot back on the bed. His hand gently ran up the underside of your thigh, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Those muscular forearms framed your face, his eyes staring into yours to watch your expression when his head nudged at your wet sex. “Eyes on me, Keeper, I want to see you come apart.”

His words and the look on his handsome face and the way he loomed over you with his broad shoulders and strong muscles made you feel safe, protected and, dare you say, loved. There was definitely some kind of tangible connection between your eye contact that only made his first push inward all the more intense. Your face melted into pleasure, noises hardly leaving your mouth before they were kissed away.

“So beautiful,” he moaned, blue eyes foggy with lust as he finally bottomed out. You felt so incredibly stretched and full that your nails dug into his back. 

The first few thrusts were slow and languid, his eyes never leaving your face even when your thighs started to tremble in warning of your first orgasm. “S-Steve, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, clinging to his strong back until your nails raked across the skin. It pulled a low, growl from the knight who watched your face closely as he nearly completely left your body. 

“That’s right, sweet one, make a mess of my cock,” he smirked before slamming forward completely. 

Your mouth opened in a silent scream when the orgasm was basically forced out of your body. He didn’t stop either, keeping that rough, hard pattern of pulling all the way out before slamming back inside of you. You could feel him abusing your cervix but didn’t care as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through your nerves and lit up fireworks in your vision. “Steve, oh gods, I-I can’t,” you nearly sobbed when he had wrung countless orgasms out of you.

“One more, my love,” he soothed, burying his face in your neck. “You can give me one more.” The power of the final climax had your body spasming and you felt something unfamiliar before you gushed around the man’s cock. “Oh fuck, sweet one, you’re so perfect. I’m close.”

You pressed the heels of your feet against his backside to keep him from pulling out. “Please, cum inside me, Steve,” you begged desperately. 

Steve groaned, thrusts becoming jerky and stilted before he seated himself completely. You could feel him throb in climax, his face still buried in your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, catching your breath, until he leaned up to look down at you. There was so much going on in his eyes. You saw the admiration, awe, affection and love glimmering in the blue that it took your breath away.

“Steve, I love you,” you whisper, breathless and weak. 

His eyes widened before his face relaxed into one of joy. “I love you too, sweet one,” he answered, kissing your lips gently. “From now on, will you try to keep me informed about plans that involve me?”

You nod your head quickly, “I promise.”

“Good, then you’ve more than made up for your mistake,” he smirks, teasing you obviously.

You huffed out a laugh, loving the way it felt with his weight resting on you. “How is making me cum nearly three dozen times but you only once anywhere near me making anything up to you?” you asked skeptically.

“I told you, my love,” he chuckled with a sweet smile on his face. “You are more powerful than any other person I’ve ever known. You’ve lived through more than I could ever know. And yet…” He gently brushed a stray piece of hair away from your face, looking at you with such admiration. “You allow a lowly human knight like myself to have full control of you. You trust me so much that you would let me tie your hands in such a way that you had fewer options in spells to overwhelm me if I went too far. It’s not about how many times I orgasm, darling. It’s about your faith in me. That is all I need and ask of you.”

His words struck a chord in your heart and you found more tears streaming down your cheeks. “Steve, stop talking now,” you choke out with a small laugh.

“I’ll stop being a hopeless romantic if you stop apologizing,” he counters, kissing your forehead before getting up. You felt incredibly empty without him but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the sight of that beautifully toned ass walking toward your washroom. 

“Deal,” you call after him, wincing when you sit up in a very uncomfortable wet spot. You couldn’t remember a time when you had ever cum so hard that you had wet the bed beneath you. 

He came back with a damp washcloth, offering it to you with a smug grin. “I take it from your face…that’s never happened before?” 

You gave him a bland look, waving your hand so that everything was dry and clean. “Don’t let it go to your head, Knight Captain,” you said with a cheeky tone. 

It only served to make the smug smirk even more pretentious. “Well, I’m just going to have to make that a common occurrence, hm?” he teased, going over to grab his clothing. 

“Are you going?” you questioned, feeling the disappointment in your heart immediately.

Steve’s blue eyes softened when he saw your expression. “Oh, sweet one, I told Bucky to cover for me until morning. I have a long ride to get back to the kingdom.”

The snort of laughter escaped before you could hold it back. It earned you a wry look from the man as he tied up his breeches and went to pull on his boots. “Let poor Ferrant have a break for the gods sake, Steve. Just let me teleport you back to Sygon,” you say, standing up and giving a little flick of your finger so that his armor magically pops into existence in its proper place.

He gave a small roll of his eyes, checking to make sure everything was strapped on effectively. “Not everything needs to be made simpler with magic, Keeper. Sometimes I feel like you would be helpless without your magic,” he teased gently as you opened the door into the stairwell after pulling your robe on. 

You glance over your shoulder at him with a cheeky grin on your face. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Knight Captain.”

The blue of his eyes took on a darker tone, which took your breath away, again. Just one look and you felt like you wanted to do anything he asked of you. “Don’t tempt me, love,” he rasped with a voice thick of desire.

The cold air of the evening cools your sex warmed skin when you step out of the tower. You give a quick whistle, smiling when Ferrant stands from his resting place and trots over. “Sweet, sweet Ferrant,” you coo to the horse, rubbing down his snout and producing an apple for him to eagerly eat. “Steve ran you so hard, didn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get home with none of the work on your part. Next time, tell Steve to run here on his own.”

Steve was shaking his head as he walked over to hoist himself up onto the saddle. “I’m going to need you to stop baby talking Ferrant. He’s a warhorse for paradise’s sake.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you continue in the annoying voice, earning a gentle headbutt from the horse that made you laugh. “Don’t run the poor thing ragged next time.”

You closed your fists and when you opened it, on your palm lay a ring. It was of a masculine design with an arcane sigil etched into the blue gem that was carefully placed in the silver band. “Another gift?” he smiles, letting you set the ring in his gloved hand. “What kind of magic does this one do?”

With a snarky grin, you easily slip the ring onto one of his fingers. “Wear it while you sleep so that it can magically sync with you and after that, once a day, you can teleport to anywhere you want. Be warned, Steve, only go to places that you know well or think of the person you want to see. Think of the place or person for a few seconds then tap the ring and you will be teleported instantly,” you explain, keeping hold of his hand to kiss the ring lightly. “Use it wisely, Knight Captain, teleporting to somewhere unfamiliar can cause a lot of problems. If you need help, just use your necklace to contact me.”

He looks at the ring on his finger before looking back at you, hesitant. “I don’t think I can accept this, Keeper. I’m sure something like this is far too valuable to just give away.”

You gently ease his glove back onto his hand, covering the ring. “I made it especially for you, Steve, as a way to show genuine regret for my actions. It is hardly enough to earn forgiveness in my opinion,” you whisper, his thumb and finger grabbing your chin so that he can raise your eyes to his. 

“I told you, love, all is forgiven,” he reassures you, sealing it with a kiss before sitting up on Ferrant correctly. “Until we meet again, Lorekeeper.”

“I will wait with bated breath,” you smile as your hands start making the gestures for the spell. With a few arcane words, you feel the change in pressure just before the soft pop and the man is gone. 

You stand outside the tower until the sun starts creeping over the horizon, painting the sky in pastel watercolors. Aldoran landed next to you, quietly standing and watching the sunrise. “I assume things are back to normal?” he quietly pondered, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

“I don’t know if this relationship is or will ever be normal but I think he has forgiven me. Seems that someone told him of the King’s plot to have him assassinated.” You give him a knowing look from the corner of your eye.

“Lord Barnes is a very good friend of his…perhaps he is the one who said something,” he said after he cleared his throat. “Do you need rest or can I tell you who has been trying to get ahold of you while you were longing for the Knight Captain?”

You turn away from the sunrise, feeling invigorated, and head into the tower with Aldoran quickly at your heels. “No, let’s get some work done.”

I hope you liked it! Like and reblog or comments are always welcome!

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Fanfiction Authors: HEADS UP

(Non-authors, please RB to signal boost to your author friends!)

An astute reader informed me this morning that one of my fics (Children of the Future Age) had been pirated and was being sold as a novel on Amazon:

(And they weren't even creative with their cover design. If you're going to pirate something that I spent a full year of my life writing, at least give me a pretty screenshot to brag about later. Seriously.)

I promptly filed a DMCA complaint to have it removed, but I checked out the company that put it up -- Plush Books -- and it looks like A LOT of their books are pirated fic. They are by no means the only ones doing this, either -- the fact that """publishers""" can download stories from AO3 in ebook format and then reupload them to Amazon in just a few clicks makes fic piracy a common problem. There are a whole host of reasons why letting this continue is bad -- including actual legal risk to fanfiction archives -- but basically:

IF YOU ARE A FANFIC AUTHOR WITH LONG AND/OR POPULAR WORKS, PLEASE CHECK AMAZON TO SEE IF YOUR STORIES HAVE BEEN PIRATED.

You can search for your fics by title, or by text from the description (which is often just copied wholesale from AO3 as well). If you find that someone has stolen your work and is selling it as their own, you can lodge a DMCA complaint (Amazon.com/USA site; other countries have different systems). If you haven't done this before, it's easy! Here's a tutorial:

HOW TO FILE A COPYRIGHT COMPLAINT FOR STOLEN WORK ON AMAZON.COM:

First, go to this form. You'll need to be signed into your Amazon account.

Select the radio buttons/dropdown options (shown below) to indicate that you are the legal Rights Owner, you have a copyright concern, and it is about a pirated product.

Enter the name of your story in the Name of Brand field.

In the Link to the Copyrighted Work box, enter a link to the story on AO3 or whatever site your work is posted on.

In the Additional Information box, explain that you are the author of the work and it is being sold without your permission. That's all you really need. If you want, you can include additional information that might be helpful in establishing the validity of your claim, but you don't have to go into great detail. You can simply write something like this:

I am the author of this work, which is being sold by [publisher] without my permission. I originally published this story in [date/year] on [name of site], and have provided a link to the original above. On request, I can provide documentation proving that I am the owner of the account that originally posted this story.

In the ASIN/ISBN-10 field, copy and paste the ID number from the pirated copy's URL. You'll find this ten-digit number in the Amazon URL after the word "product," as in the screenshot below. (If the URL extends beyond this number, you can ignore everything from the question mark on.) Once this number has been added, Amazon will pull the product information automatically and add it to the complaint form, so you can check the listing title and make sure it's correct.

Finally, add your contact information to the relevant fields, check the "I have read and accept the statements" box, and then click Submit. You should receive an email confirmation that Amazon has received the form.

Please share this information with your writer friends, keep an eye out for/report pirated works, and help us keep fanfiction free and legally protected!

NOTE: All of the above also applies to Amazon products featuring stolen artwork, etc., so fan artists should check too!

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Tons more at the source!

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...that your audience won't hate.

This is a method I started using when NFTs were on the rise - thieves would have to put actual work into getting rid of the mark - and one that I am now grateful for with the arrival of AI. Why? Because anyone who tries to train an AI on my work will end up with random, disruptive color blobs.

I can't say for sure it'll stop theft entirely, but it WILL make your images annoying for databases to incorporate, and add an extra layer of inconvenience for thieves. So as far as I'm concerned, that's a win/win.

I'll be showing the steps in CSP, but it should all be pretty easy to replicate in Photoshop.

Now: let's use the above image as our new signature file. I set mine to be 2500 x 1000 pixels when I'm just starting out.

Note that your text should not have a lot of anti-aliasing, so using a paint brush to start isn't going to work well with this method. Just use the standard G-Pen if you're doing this by hand, or, just use the text tool and whichever font you prefer.

Once that's done, take your magic wand tool, and select all the black. Here are the magic wand settings I'm using to make the selections:

All selected?

Good.

Now, find a brush with a scattering/tone scraping effect. I use one like this.

You can theoretically use any colors you want for this next part, but I'd recommend pastels as they tend to blend better.

Either way, let's add some color to the text.

Once that's finished,

You're going to want to go to Layer Property, and Border Effect

You'll be given an option of choosing color and thickness. Choose black, and go for at least a 5 in thickness. Adjust per your own preferences.

Now create a layer beneath your sig layer, and merge the sig down onto the blank layer.

This effectively 'locks in' the border effect, which is exactly what we want.

Hooray, you've finished your watermark!

Now let's place that bad boy into your finished piece.

You'll get the best mileage out of a mark if you can place it over a spot that isn't black of white, since you'll get better blending options that way. My preference is for Overlay.

From here, I'll adjust the opacity to around 20-25, depending on the image.

If you don't have a spot to use overlay, however, there's a couple other options. For white, there's Linear Burn, which imho doesn't look as good, but it still works in a pinch.

And for lots of black, you have Linear Light

Either way, you're in business!

EDIT since this has escaped my usual circles, and folks aren't as familiar with my personal usage:

An example of one of my own finished pieces, with watermark, so you can see what I mean about 'relatively unobtrusive'-- I try to at least use them as framing devices, or let them work with the image somehow (or, at the very least, not actively against it).

I know it's a bummer for some people to "ruin" their work with watermarks, which is part of the reason I developed this mark in particular. Its disruption is about as minimal as I can make it while still letting it serve its intended purpose.

There's other methods, too, of course! But this is the one I use, and the one I can speak on. Hope it helps some of you!

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Happy Spooky Season! I'm doing a Giveaway!

Prizes:

First Place: The Morticia (pictured above). A spooky yet elegant piece inspired by tumblr's favorite goth mom, Morticia Addams. This crown features bi-colored red and black roses, cream maple leaves, and a tiara of twigs and spiderwebs. One size fits all with the adjustable ribbon in the back.

Runners Up: 10 runners up will win a coupon for 20% off a custom crown or any crown for sale on my etsy store.

Rules:

Open from September 23 - October 16, 11:59 pm PST

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Reblog this post

If you reblog more than ten times, I will consider it spam and you will be disqualified.

I will ship worldwide, but if you live outside the U.S. I will require you to cover the cost of shipping.

I will determine the winners on October 17th and attempt to contact them. If I do not hear from a winner before October 20th, I will choose someone else.

*This crown is fragile and is not meant to be a toy. Not recommended for children under 12.

**All of my crowns are 100% unique. I will never make another crown like yours. DM me to inquire about custom crowns or any of my other works.

#giveaway #flower crown #mycrown #i wants it

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Flautist Melissa Jefferson plays slaver James Madison's 200-year-old crystal flute in the Library of Congress.

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Sloth's Kinktober 2.0

Sloth's Kinktober 2.0 Masterlist

That's right! I'm going to be attempting kinktober again this year. However I'm going to try something a bit different. I'm leaving the choices up to you on what and who I write.

How to play-

Select a kink, followed by a MAXIMUM OF TWO prompts, and send me an ask with your chosen character! I will write a reader insert drabble/ficlet for each day of October (possibly more or less depending on numbers).

Rules-

No scat or vomit, ABDL, pregnancy, etc.

AUs, characters, tropes, reader type are up to you! Go wild.

Kinks-

Threesome

Spitting

Masks

Cum Play

Choking

Impact Play

Holding (iykyk)

Knife Play

Drugging

Knotting

Body Worship

Pet Play

CG/l

Ovipositing

Primal Play

Shibari

Blood Play

Food Play

Cheating

Voyeurism

Size Kink

Somnophilia

Phone Sex

Pegging

Biting

Humiliation

Double Penetration

Group Sex

Body Worship

Praise

Yandere

PROMPTS-

🎃 "Darling, don't fucking test me."

💀 The night reeked of dirt and lust

🗡️ "You don't scare me."

🤠 "You have beautiful skin."

🤡 "Come out, come out where ever you are."

👽 A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

👻 If I'm a pagan of the good times, My lover's the sunlight- Take Me to Church by Hozier

😈 Gumusservi – moonlight shining on water

👺 "I'll make it fit."

👿 "Give me your panties."

👹 “I promise, I’ll do whatever you want.”

🧡 “You don’t want me? Don’t lie to me.”

🧟Send chills up and down your spine / Juices flowing down your thigh - Pony by Leon Bridges

🧛 Nyctophilia – love for darkness or night

🧙‍♀️ Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion- Angel of Small Death by Hozier

🧝 "You're adorable when you're tired, you know that?"

🧌 ''I'm gonna remember this for a while. ''

🦸 She feels no control of her body, She feels no safety in my arms- Foreigner’s God by Hozier

🦹 “I love the way you let me use you. Like a pretty little doll.”

🧜 "Louder. Let me hear you.”

🧚 Viridity – naïve, innocent

🧞 “Aw, you’re not hurt already, are you?” 

🕸️ "Every part, no matter how you feel, belongs to me."

🐙 Recherché - carefully chosen, rare, exotic, or obscure.

🍏 "You're not gonna die."

🍭 "Don't be naught, sweetheart, or I'll have to punish you."

🍬 “I can’t sleep unless you're with me.”

🛸 “Are you gonna cry for me? Tastes so much fuckin’ sweeter when you cry.”

🪓 “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The pain only lasts a little while.”

🪚 "I'll give you a head start! Ready? GO!"

🔮 "I loved you in this lifetime. I won't make that mistake in the next."

🏴‍☠️ "Swallow."

🥸 Alamort – half-dead of exhaustion

🤖 "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."