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thelastwalkingsoul · 11 months

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Curse you, big bang, for stealing all my brain worms! But I do have something new today. I don't think I've ever shared my little headcanon for steddie rings, so here you go :)

(Now on AO3!) ----------- "Eddie, I'm home!"

Steve closes the door with a weary sigh. It'd been a long day at work, but his special errand had almost made up for it. Steve was really just aching for a cuddle with his wonderful boyfriend.

"Eddie?" As he walks into the living room, he sees the man in question slumped on the couch with a book. He looks comfortable (and adorable) in his hoodie and sweatpants, but Steve can tell something is up. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Eddie pouts, eyes meeting Steve's. "I still can't find it."

"Oh, babe," Steve sighs, feeling a spike of guilt. "It'll turn up soon."

"You said that yesterday," Eddie whines.

Steve can't help but chuckle. "Exactly. It's only been a day."

Eddie crosses his arms. Combined with his jutting lip, he's a spitting image of a pouting child. "That's a day too long," he grumbles.

"It'll show up," Steve promises, bending to kiss Eddie's forehead. "Now, what do you want for dinner?"

It only takes a couple more days for the ring to show up. Eddie almost gives Steve a heart attack from the sheer volume of the yell he lets out. He's bouncing on the spot when Steve enters the room, grinning wide and sliding the ring onto his middle finger. Steve's barely prepared as Eddie launches across the room and slams into him, forcing all the air from Steve's lungs. He steadies them both and wraps his arms around his boyfriend. "I'm happy you found it, love."

What Steve didn't anticipate (but absolutely should have) was Eddie spending the rest of the day and night insisting, "Yes, Steve, I did check the couch. I checked the couch at least a million times. How is it there now and not before?"

Steve simply agrees with a smile, secretly happy that Eddie's smart brain hasn't yet connected the dots.

When the day finally comes, everything is going to plan. Steve gets out of work early, runs his special errand, and is home well before Eddie. He wants tonight to be special, but not too much. Just enough effort for his prepared gift. As much as Steve is excited, he's also incredibly nervous that Eddie won't like it. But he pushes that aside to get ready.

Steve picks out a favourite dinner of theirs that Eddie especially likes. He gets to work chopping and seasoning, setting up their small dining table, and lighting the few candles they have. By the time Eddie's due home, their apartment is filled with the aroma of dinner and illuminated by soft candlelight.

Steve's whole body feels like it's vibrating in anticipation as he hears Eddie's keys in the door. He tries his best to relax in his chair, nerves humming.

"I'm home, sweetheart!" Eddie calls, closing the door. Steve can hear him moving closer. "God, that smells amazing, Stevie. Why did you-" He stops, face melting from surprise to a soft smile, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight. "What's all this for?"

Steve can't help the excited grin that slips onto his face. "It's a surprise."

"Oh, is it now?" Eddie drops his bag and comes to sit across from Steve. He looks beautiful, with his big eyes and kissable lips pulled into a smile, hair pulled half up and escaped strands framing his face. Steve wants to kiss him.

So he does. Leans over the table and kisses Eddie softly. "It is. Now eat up."

They talk softly over dinner. Eddie tells Steve about his day, and then Steve tells Eddie about his. It feels domestic and nostalgic, and it's everything Steve never knew he wanted until Eddie. His nerves slowly ebb away as they eat, his love for the gorgeous man in front of him replacing any and all worries he'd had. Steve's not sure why he was so scared in the first place; Eddie will love it.

He waits until they're both finished, until there's a natural lull in the conversation and pushes their dishes aside. Steve places both hands on the table and doesn't start until Eddie puts his hands in Steve's. It gives him confidence, so he speaks.

"Eddie. I wish I could show you to the world. I wish we didn't have to hide. I wish I could hold your hand on the street without fear. And I know we can't, and that's fine. But I want you to be mine and I want to be yours." Steve pauses. He can see the adoration in Eddie's eyes and hopes he's showing his too. "I wanted something for us. Just us. So it can be a promise, or- or a wish. But I got these for us. And I hope you like them."

He hands Eddie the open box before he can psych himself out of it. It's a wooden box and inside sits two rings. One is dark silver with a band of gold running through the middle, and the other is the opposite, gold with a dark silver band. They're a matching set, simple enough to be passed off as just a ring but to anyone who looks closely, they're undeniably a set.

"Steve," Eddie breathes, hand hovering over the rings. He doesn't say anything more, and before he knows it, Steve's rambling. "I wanted to get them engraved with something, but I wasn't sure what, so I haven't gotten that done yet, but we still can, so just let me know and-"

"Steve. I can't even- They're amazing."

Eddie's smiling that gorgeous smile of his. The same one Steve fell in love with several years ago. He watches that smile as he picks up the box, pulling out the mostly dark silver ring and sliding it onto Eddie's ring finger. Eddie does the same to him, and they link their hands together, admiring the sight. Steve's sure they're both a little teary now. He'd spent far too long agonising over the rings, but seeing them sitting together in the candlelight, he knows he made the right decision.

It takes Eddie a few hours before he finally connects the dots.

"Wait. Is that why my ring went missing last week?!"

Steve laughs so hard that he cries.

#I just love the idea of them having matching rings #where Eddie's matches his aesthetic #and Steve's matches his #so it's not super clear #but when they're put together they're so obviously a set #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steveddie #rings #steddie rings #exchanging rings #steddie ring saga #souls steddie ring saga

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orangekingfisher · 1 year

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for some fucking reason i dreamt i fell asleep with my boyfriend and my cat and so when this morning i woke up i didn't find them and i was literally like

and now I miss them both :(

#it was such a cozy dream #just me and ric and pinta #and then i was ALONE #soul crushing #rat poison beer guy saga

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bowletta · 2 months

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some gifts I did for @fawfulydoo ! 🌟

#mario & luigi #superstar saga #cackletta #fawful #cackletta's soul #my art

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heywriters · 7 months

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sad at myself for writing some of the most romantic, heartfelt little scenes, and then never finishing the wip or posting the story :\

#writing a time traveling slowburn deep angsty soul searching saga #but most of it is withering away in my head faster than my adhd has motivation to type it #writer problems #but yeah what i have written kills me #og #where the person mc ends up with was not the plan at all

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thegoldencosmo · 7 months

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Official Gold Saints in "Time Odyssey" [Scan by AURY]

--> Copyright : Jerome Alquié-Masami Kumuda

#saint seiya #gold saints #soul of gold #sanctuary #capricorn shura #pisces aphrodite #saint seiya gold saints #taurus aldebaran #deathmask cancer #gemini saga #saint seiya time odyssey

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usopps-froggy-hat · 8 months

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don’t worry he already came dead

#one piece #brook #soul king brook #ep. 1073 #wano #wano arc #wano country saga #one piece screenshots #one piece screencaps #one piece anime #op anime spoilers

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balfazuar · 2 months

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#memes #fresh memes #animal crossing new horizons #I’m in severe debt to a fucking racoon #tom nook owns my soul #twilight saga

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tart-miano · 11 months

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re-entering the cirque du freak fandom in 2023 be like

#tw eye strain #cirque du freak #the saga of darren shan #im sure the manga version is particularly expensive bc its out of print or something-#but gd what a bummer! i remember back in the 2010s i could buy all of em at a used book store for like 5$ a pop #and now im so disappointed in myself for not picking them up when i could T-T #to y'all its probably no fucking surprise i read this is my formative years??#if you've seen my J&H ocs you'll likely find my version of Hyde bears a resemblance to manga!Steve lmao #it was completely unintentional during the designing process but ig this series was more formative for me than i thought bc i unconciously-#mimicked that style??? soul eater lookin ass

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alieninside · 1 year

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Guys help I think I have a crush on a beautiful girl her name is Dark Souls II: Scholar of The First Sin

#dark souls 2 girlrot saga continues #dark souls 2 #fromsoftware #soulsborne

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rinriya · 1 year

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IF Masterpieces pt.1

Wayfarer by @idrellegames

This is a unique, original and incredibly interesting game. A rich plot, deeply written characters, unusual twists and turns, lots of choices and options, and an incredible amount of work involved. This game is absolutely unique in its genre and type. “Wayfarer” combines aspects of rpg and dark fantasy literature. There are many twists and turns that make it easy for your game to take a different path. All the decisions you make are sure to be reflected in the aftermath. An absolute must-have for fans of rpg, fantasy, and books. (My MC)

Werewolves: Haven Rising by Jeffrey Dean

This is an incredibly compelling story that will make you feel like a strategist who needs to make decisions in the most difficult situations and not break down. “Werewolves” is exceptional in its genre of military fantasy. The novel is full of unexpected twists and turns. Not in a "well I guessed it" kind of way, but in a "fuck what?" kind of way. It's insanely interesting, insanely suspenseful and thrilling. Discover terrible secrets and protect those who you care about. The path you have to go through will be very difficult.

A Mage Reborn by @mage-parivir

Do you want to have your heart broken? Then this game is for you. “A mage reborn” is an author's fantasy with a fully crafted world, laws, magic, and history. The long and beautiful descriptions make the lore fun to explore and learn, and the dynamic scenes allow you to immerse yourself in battles and tense situations. You know what this novel reminded me of? A good fantasy anime. It's got that classic sword-and-magic vibe with sacrificial hero. I like that drama. (My MC)

The Fog Knows Your Name by Clio Yun-su Davis

It's a very compelling story, moreover it’s finished! “TFKYN” is an intriguing and mystical story with a dash of detective, but more paranormal phenomena. The story is filled with mystery, oppressive atmosphere and tension, which perfectly conveyed in the text. Сanon in such stories is the end result of player choices. Who they want to be with, how they want to act, and what the result will be, but in this story, for me personally, a meaningful canon is only one. It's very painful, but beautiful storyline.

The Soul Stone War by @intimidatingpuffinstudios

If you want to feel like an adventurer who gets into the most unusual and dangerous situations, then this game is clearly for you. An intriguing plot, fun company and a lot of adventure await you. Solve mysteries, fight and save the world. The plot is incredibly intriguing and you want to know all the secrets of your companions. You constantly want to know what happens next. (My MC)

Superstition by @13leaguestories

I play a lot of short stories, both IF and VN, but I rarely get emotional when I play them (I'm not the most easily impressible reader), but what the text of the Superstition did to me... I can't put it into words. It's been a long time since I was so emotionally tossed from side to side. This work is an incredible swing from which you constantly fall off, face into a dirt, but stubbornly get up and keep on swinging. This work is full of mysticism, darkness, twists and turns, drama, and oh yes, so many suffering. (My MC)

Wayhaven Chronicles by @seraphinitegames

I assure you, you will spend several nights without sleep, because “Wayhaven Chronicles” is the best modern fantasy. It's a detective story that will make you feel every dangerous and tense moment. This is a beautifully written story that you won't be able to tear yourself away from. Be a detective who's fighting for justice in this world and protecting people. Learn stunning secrets, discover a whole new world, and become the person who turns things upside down. Be the one who becomes an indispensable and important member of the plucky team. (My MC)

The Bastard of Camelot by @llamagirl28

If you love stories based on the legends of Arthur, then you should definitely play this awesome game. Become Mordred and write your own story. This is a very beautiful version of the famous legend. You can meet different people, ride a dragon, use magic and learn the secrets hidden in other people's hearts. Will you become the terror of Camelot, or will you prove to everyone that prophecies can be wrong?

Supernatural in New York by @llamagirl28

Immerse yourself in the world of supernatural creatures, meet many interesting personalities and join an extraordinary team to help and save others. This is a big and very interesting game that you read like a book! A great story, well-written characters and incredible adventures in the modern world, but with the supernatural addition. You will find colorful descriptions, many interesting references and choices that will affect future consequences. Also this story has the species nsfw scenes. Highly recommend. And tame your own dragon!

The Midnight Saga: The Monster by @the-keeper-of-midnight

If you love well-thought-out story as much as I do, then you will definitely love this game. The story takes place in the modern world, but with elements of mysticism and the supernatural. Discover a completely different world, abilities and history! There are many interesting things in game: lore, monsters, abilities, even a parallel world! This is not a standard fantasy, because the author brought a lot of unique things to the story. The game is good not only with text, but also with quests. Yes, you can visit different locations, collect legendary weapons, create an armor and unlock the secret ending. You can even die in a variety of situations, so be careful! And omg, this game contains one of the spiciest and hottest nsfw scenes I ever read. (My MC)

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oaksentinel · 1 year

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SixFanarts from my Twitter

#traditional art #fantasy #vinland saga #thorkell #darkest dungeon #bounty hunter #darkest dungeon bounty hunter #dark souls #Darkmoon knightess #berserk #skull knight #gothic #gothic game #Gothic Diego #for honor #For honor Mercy #sixfanarts

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agentark · 1 year

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whatever you do, don't imagine a young J Corvin waiting every day at the end of their drive, hoping today is the day the mail carrier finally brings a letter from their very best friend

#i'm personally about to start sobbing #how many letters do they try sending #how long does that sweet gentle soul wait - I actually don't want to know #little too close to home frankly lmao #grandpa i don't CARE that something evil lives in fernweh and wants to eat me or control me or whatever - that's my bestie!!#I just did James's route and this part hurt so much worse #fernweh saga #like J is SO scared to ask MC if they can write this time & they're trying to be SO supportive--#--of the fact that the last time they tried MC was going through an incredibly difficult time in their life #but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt so badly #and like it's obviously not MC's fault bc they never even got the letters in the first place #but now I want to cry thinking about how my MC hugs James at the police station when they meet again and how he's probably like ???#my MC missed him and James is like 'weird reaction for someone who couldn't be bothered to write back'#'and shattered my little fifteen year old heart into pieces'#i'm making wild assumptions about the inner workings of J's mind here but anyway #j corvin #all i'm saying is if my best friend was ripped out of my life and I tried writing them I would be religiously checking the mailbox #probably far longer than I should but still trying to hold out hope

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andreafmn · 6 months

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Kinktober ⛓️ Day 11

Word Count: 2.9K Paring: Paul Lahote x Human!Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Sensory Deprivation WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), oral (female receiving), sensory deprivation (handcuffs, earplugs, blindfold), fingering, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex

Summary: Paul Lahote has always had trouble trusting and letting other trust him. Parts of his past have left him doubtful and uncertain of everything, even (Y/N)'s feelings for him. No matter what she says or does, he believes they are only the result of the supernatural ties that bonds them. But she will do anything to make him understand otherwise.

A/N: First Paul fic of the season, many more to come 😉😉 also, yes, I am behind schedule... are we surprised? 😅😅

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Trust was not something that came easily to Paul Lahote. Not giving it or receiving it. The very people that he should have believed in the most were the first to break it, and it had done nothing for any of his future relationships.

After shifting, it only got worse. He was forced to lean on his brothers in the pack. They required mutual trust to ensure everything ran smoothly between them. He couldn’t help but trust them. There was no other path he could take.

But imprinting on (Y/N) brought on a level of uncertainty he had never thought possible. He had been lucky enough that she shared his feelings once he confessed everything he was and everything the bond meant. Yet, he’d felt that way about her before the shift, and he couldn’t help but wonder if her feelings were because of the supernatural link that tied them together. Even if she told him many times that the way she felt about him had nothing to do with the imprint bond, a part of him always wondered.

(Y/N) was nothing if not determined, though. She would get Paul to understand that her feelings ran deeper than a supernatural tie, that the universe has brought them together for a reason, even if he didn’t believe it to be so.

Truth was, she’d had feelings for him long before they even said a word to each other. When walking down the halls of their school, she wondered what it would be like to be the girl under his arm and not just another student he nodded to as he walked to class. At that time, she didn’t know that he harbored the same thoughts but always believed she was too good to be with someone like him.

But long gone were the high school days, and the fates had decided that their lives should cross. Even if Paul questioned the why every day of his life, (Y/N) knew they were meant for each other. And she planned to show him just how much she thought so.

“Can’t you just tell me what we’re doing?” Paul chuckled as (Y/N) led him up the stairs of her home. “You’ve been so secretive about tonight.”

“I told you that it’s your anniversary present,” she responded. “Now, stop dragging and get in the room.”

Behind the closed door, Paul saw a plethora of candles lit around her room, basking the area in a warm light. On the bed, a small back box with a bow around it rested, waiting for him to open it. “Is that for me?” he questioned. “The black box?”

“It is,” she smirked. “Check what’s inside.”

With a confused look, Paul reached for the box, untying the white ribbon around it and letting it fall onto the floor as he lifted the lid to the box. His stare turned amused as he pulled item after item from the container, unsure of what it meant. He pulled out leather handcuffs, a silk blindfold, and small foam earplugs.

“What’s this?”

(Y/N) crossed the room, closing the door behind her and taking Paul’s hands into hers. “I want you to know that I trust you completely, baby,” she said. “I trust with my mind, my body, and my soul. Tonight, I want to give you all of my senses. I want to let you know that there is not a single drop of doubt in my body that what we have was always supposed to happen.”

“(Y/N)… I-I don’t think I can.”

“Please, Paul. I need you to take this leap of faith with me,” she pleaded, resting a hand on his cheek. “I need you to trust yourself and trust us as much as I do.”

“I do trust you, baby. Of course, I do,” he sighed. “But I don’t trust myself. I’ve never been able to.”

“Then let me show you how,” she whispered. “Trust yourself with me. Trust yourself with my body because I do. If you don’t believe yourself, then believe me.”

Paul kissed her tenderly, taking her jaw in his hand. Her lips were warm and expectant, and as loving as the first time they had kissed. He caressed her skin and cradled her body, pulling her body to his.

He did want to believe in himself, believe that the universe did think they were the perfect match. But where she was calm, he was explosive. Where she was kind, he was sarcastic. Where she was caring, he was stubborn. How could he trust that someone didn’t make a mistake along the way?

But at that moment, he knew he had to trust her. He had to because she was trusting him. And he kissed her to let her know that. His hands reached behind her back as he unzipped her dress, pulling the straps gently from her before allowing the fabric to pool at her ankles.

As they parted to remove Paul’s shirt, (Y/N) took the blindfold and placed it in his hands. He stared at the piece of fabric as she placed the air plugs and the cuffs on top, smiling at him as if he had placed the stars in the sky.

“Do it,” she said. “I trust you, Paul. You’ll take my sight, my hearing, and my touch. You’ll have it all in your hands to do as you please. Mind, body, and soul, baby.”

With another chaste kiss to her lips, Paul started by taking her sight, slipping the silk over her eyes. He tied the blindfold behind her head. He led her to the bed, still dressed in her black lace underwear, where he clasped her arms to the headboard. “I love you,” he said as he slipped one plug into her ear. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“And I love you,” she responded as he placed the other. “More than you’ll ever believe.”

It was exhilarating to not have her senses. Everything made her sensitive. The gentle breeze that came in through her window made her skin erupt in goosebumps. Every slight movement from anything around her made her jump. And the anticipation made her drenched with desire.

But Paul couldn’t help the nervousness that took him over as he heard her heart hammering in her chest. It was running like it wanted to crawl out of her skin, and it made him question just how much she truly wanted that moment.

Trust. That’s what it was all about. He needed to trust what (Y/N) said. Needed to trust the love and care she had put into their relationship. It was time that he believed the words she said and not the thoughts that clouded his head.

He took it slow at first. He caressed her skin, reveling in the way her body arched toward his touch. His hands traveled the expanse of her body, from her face to her legs, mapping every inch in sight. Paul kissed her softly on the lips, beginning a trail of kisses down her body. From her cheek to her jaw, from the spot on her neck that made her moan to the swell of her breasts that made her mewl.

Paul’s tongue left a trail of wetness across her body as she panted. Cutting off her senses made her more sensitive than he’d ever thought possible. Simple caresses and kisses made her keen in pleasure, her body arching to where the touch came from. It made his cock press against the seam of his jeans, hearing her moan because of him.

In a swift rip, he removed her underwear, leaving her exposed under the light of the moon. Her legs pressed together in an attempt of modesty, but Paul spread them before she could hide her weeping wetness.

“You should know you owe me a pair of underwear now,” she said rather loudly, but all Paul could do was laugh, knowing she could not hear an answer. “That was my favorite matching set, just so you know.”

Something came over him then as he came face to face with her wet cunt. An animalistic urge to dive into her and claim her as his own. He wanted his ears to fill with her pretty sounds, wanted her legs to close around his head as she wailed in pleasure because of his tongue, wanted her to beg him to fuck her like never before. Her entire body was on display and under his control. She was his, from now until forever.

He kissed his way up her legs, sinking his teeth softly into her skin and licking the pain away after. He trailed her limbs until his mouth fell on her core, licking from her folds to her clit, spreading her and tasting her like never before. He closed his lips around the small bundle of nerves, sucking in his cheeks as his tongue caressed the mound.

(Y/N)’s breath hitched in her throat at the contact, her hands trying to snake their way into his hair but being held back by the restraints. Her chest heaved as Paul attacked her sex, moving his tongue expertly around her clit. She could feel him expertly twisting it around her, lighting a fire deep inside her stomach. Unconsciously, (Y/N) tried to close her legs again as pleasure traveled across her body, but with very little force, Paul kept them open. One hand on her leg, the other kneading her breasts and pulling at her nipples. It was overstimulation at its finest. And not being able to see him or hear how loud she was being, or even touch him made her that much more aroused.

But Paul wasn’t satisfied with only that. As she screamed out his name the second her first organs hit her, he slid two of his fingers into her cunt, scissoring the digits as her walls contracted against them. He could hear the rattling of the cuffs’ chains as she tried to stop the assault, but it only worked to make him smirk and keep going.

His tongue was aided by his fingers as he licked, sucked, nipped, and pistoned, making (Y/N) wail his name into the quietness of the house. Just like he wanted. He wanted everyone to know just how good he was making her feel. Wanted them to know how much she did trust him, that she had relinquished control of her body to him willingly and lovingly. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. They were one. Mind, body, and soul, they were meant for each other. Paul knew what (Y/N) needed without her having to say a word or even move a muscle, and he had to believe it.

With another finger inside her, (Y/N) felt stretched. But she knew that wasn’t the most her cunt would take. By the end of the night, she’d be sore and tired but completely satisfied. She knew Paul would see to it. And by how it was already going, she knew just how she’d be left trembling and satiated, and with a newfound trust between them. All because of a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold.

Paul remained buried between her legs until they closed on either side of his head as she moaned out his name loud enough for her voice to carry to the Young cabin. With a satisfied chuckle, he cleaned his mouth before placing his hand over her lips, prompting her to let his fingers into her mouth. He moaned as he gazed at her tasting herself on him, a mix of wanting her tongue around his cock instead and watching her moan out at her own taste.

With his free hand, Paul untucked his cock from his pants, stroking himself as she feasted on his fingers, taking them in as if it was him buried deep inside her mouth. He spread his precum along his lengths, groaning at the sensitivity of his member. He wanted to make the night last. Wanted to prove to her that handing over control of her body had been the best decision she could have made. But all he wanted was to be immersed in her warmth, covered by her fluttering walls and her glistening essence. He wanted her to know how hard she was making him, how in love with her he was.

Begrudgingly, he took his fingers out of her mouth, her lips making a popping sound as the digits exited. He slipped his pants alongside his underwear down his legs, tossing them at a corner of the room. His erection stood proudly in front of him as he climbed over her in bed, towering over her body as he trailed it with his mouth once more.

He grabbed his shaft with his hand, stroking the head against her floss, spreading her only slightly but not entering her yet. He crossed from her entrance to her clit, running back and forth on the outside.

“Stop teasing, baby,” she dead breathily. “You’ve done enough teasing for the night.”

Once more, Paul chuckled in response, knowing she would not hear a word he said. He kissed her lips then, using her gasp from spreading her with his cock to slip his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of her own juices, making him groan into her mouth, and her hands to struggle against the restraints.

“Move already, baby,” she groaned against his lips. “Please.”

How could he not when she was begging so deliciously? Her legs crossed around him as Paul finally entered her completely, thrusting slowly as her body got used to his size. The initial stinging always made her wince, but it wasn’t long until the sound was replaced with a pleasure-full moan. It was a tango they had perfected over time, adding and removing steps as they saw for. But the choreography always ended with both of them pleasantly satisfied.

(Y/N) didn’t want to wait, though. Her legs pushed Paul’s hips into her at a faster speed. Though it was not fast enough yet. There was only so much she could do with her limbs.

Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her desire to run her hands across his skin, to draw into him lines of love and pleasure that only she would remember were there, was enormous. Every time she felt the urge to do so, the throbbing of the leather against her wrists reminded her that she could not. If she wanted to touch Paul, he would have to decide so. Only he could touch her. Only he could give her all that she desired.

“Faster,” (Y/N) mewled. “Faster, Paul.”

And that’s what he did. His hips resounded against her ass in a thunderous clap as he thrust into her at the tempo he knew she wanted. The slickness of her insides mixed with the slapping of their skin made him grow feral. He moved in a way only he knew how, hitting the spots that made her cry out in pleasure.

“More!” she cried. “I’m close, baby. Give me more!”

Paul couldn’t deny her request. He had already rested on her like she was her essence of life and had taken her body for himself. If she wanted to cum, he would make sure that she did. His hand reached between them to find her clit, twisting it between his fingers as he angled his cock to the spot he knew would have her bursting around him.

Between his hand and his cock, there was no way (Y/N) could last much longer. It only took a couple of minutes more for her to come undone around him. Her back arched off the bed as she came with him, her arms held back as she cried out his name in pleasure. The only way she could get him closer was by wrapping her legs tighter around him, keeping him inside as their ends mixed inside her, filling her until she spilled around him.

As their orgasms ran through their bodies, Paul slid out of her slowly, gasping silently as their essences spilled out of her onto the bed. He then took off her earplugs, followed by the blindfold and the cuffs, kissing the redness that had formed on her wrists.

Finally free of her restraints, (Y/N)’s hands cradled Paul’s cheeks to bring him in for a passionate kiss, the need to touch him at an all-time high. She ran her hands all over his exposed skin, making up for the time she could not.

“Tell me,” he said breathlessly as he parted from her red lips. “How did it feel?”

“Why tell you when I can show you?” (Y/N) smiled devilishly. “This is an exercise of trust, and trust goes both ways, baby.”

“You want me to wear the blindfold?” Paul asked, his cock already hardening at the idea.

“It looks like you like the idea,” she grinned. “I gave you everything that I am, Paul. Now it’s your turn.”

After only a second of silence, Paul smiled and gave her another kiss, pulling her toward him until she was straddling his lap, their chest pressed tightly together. “Okay,” he said breathlessly, his eyes trained deeply on hers. “Mind, body, and soul, right?”

“Mind, body, and soul,” she repeated. “Now, ready for round two?”

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