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sykestarot · 11 months ago

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what is your destiny?

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Hi everyone, welcome to this weeks reading! I was called to do a destiny reading this week! Lmk if it resonates! Also I wanna credit the artist for these pictures that I used! They are Gawki here on tumblr and Instagram I just really loved the style of these unicorns. Anyways enjoy and thanks for stopping by!

Pile 1

"force my eyes into the pictures" (6 of swords; 4 of wands (rx); ace of pentacles; 7 of cups (rx); 8 of pentacles; The Hermit) Hi pile 1! I hope you guys are doing well! For you guys I see that you have a hard time either accepting your destiny or you don’t believe that destiny is at play. In terms of you believing that you make everything happen in your life. However I see that you’ve been trying to start new journeys for yourself and they haven’t exactly been panning out or been as lucrative as you thought they would be. That’s because your destiny in this lifetime is to learn flow and let things come to you. For example maybe you really wanted a promotion and you worked extra hard all of the time for it but someone else got the promotion you wanted without even trying because they were in a state of receiving. I’m not sure if this is making sense because the universe doesn’t not want you to work hard, it’s more like take a break and see what comes to you during that break. If you are constantly manifesting then there is no room to reap the benefits of your manifestations. I hope that makes sense, however in this reading I do feel underlying notes of you feeling like you're destined to be married to your work and be alone romantically, maybe even in terms of friends. This is another example of you not having space for other people because you put your work so far ahead of everything else including yourself. Are you a Capricorn? LOL. But I feel like you’ve lived many lives like this so in this life it’s time to put less value on monetary possessions and material things. Nurture your emotional self and you will be paid back more than you could ever imagine. Stop fighting against the grain and go with it. Work with the universe and yourself, not just the societal norms that you think you should be doing. I see you have a beautiful big house but it’s empty and you don't feel fulfilled because you don’t have anyone to enjoy it with you know? I believe in you though Pile 1! You can totally do it! Signs: youthful; cars; f1; soft grass; ponies; daisies; cameras; photography; 777; calabasas; office building; new york flat; city lights; bustling streets

Pile 2

"is it wrong of me to want this?" (queen of pentacles; ace of pentacles; 2 of swords; 10 of wands (rx); two of cups; 9 of wands (rx)) Hello pile 2!! Your energy is so fun and fresh. I’ve been cheesing the whole time I was channeling. Anyways about your destiny, did you just meet a romantic prospect recently? Or maybe you have a new coworker or friend in your circle?? I know you can feel the tension between the two of you. This is a heavily destined connection for you in this life, I feel like you and this have felt each other's energy for a long time but now you are in physical proximity to each other and you can just cut the tension with a knife. Now I don’t want you to feel any type of pressure to feel you have to be with this person in case you or them aren’t ready for anything but you guys are meant to cross paths now for a reason. There’s not much I can say on the way the relationship will play out and be in the future for you but I can say that this person will teach you how to let down your walls and trust again. Maybe you’ve been alone for a long time, or had a really bad break up that changed how you function sexually, or emotionally. This person is here to show you a softness that you’ve forgotten. I also feel like this person wants to worship the ground you walk on because they just can sense the divine energy you carry. I also feel the need to tell you that you do deserve a person who worships all that you do because you have done so much work in this life, whether for yourself or for others. You deserve to be the center of someone else’s universe just like how you make other people the center of yours. Also I do feel like this person watches you on social media and just adores everything that you do. I’m not getting creepy energy and this definitely feels reciprocal for both of you. This person wants to give you the world on a silver platter. They also want you to be able to feel safe enough to be vulnerable and they will go at your pace and match you where you are. They feel that you’ve been hurt before and just want to kiss it better. But also they wanna do so many 18+ things with you. Like genuinely they find you to be irresistible, but I feel like they just love everything you do pile 2! Signs: red energy; sexual tension; love; musical theater; red lipstick; opera; singers?; dark rooms; red wine; femme fatale; high heels; soft touches; stolen glances

Pile 3

"ooh i care i care i care" (2 of swords (rx); king of cups (rx); 7 of wands; 8 of wands; ace of swords (rx); Death (rx)) Hi Pile 3! So this one’s a bit of a harder message so please take a moment before you read and check on yourself if you are ready to receive this message. No hard feelings if you can’t! Always put your mental health first. Now I’ll hop into the message at hand. I see for you guys your destiny is to accept the changes in your life. However I see that for most of the changes in your life you have refused to accept them and then blamed the universe for hating you. You actively choose not to change and wonder why there is no growth in your life. I feel like you are tired of how monotonous your life is but you choose to not add any color to it. I can feel your want to go and change things but you are frozen in fear of change for whatever reason. Change overall is a very scary prospect, especially if you are most comfortable in patterns and are very direct in the way that you function. However I feel you guys being frustrated and feeling like everyone else is getting things that you wanted or that they are ahead of you in life, but instead of making an active change in your life you sit and throw yourself a pity party. Then instead of taking the blame and accepting the fact that you aren’t trying to reach your goals you blame the universe, and it’s just a very vicious cycle. I think there’s a small part of you that acknowledges it but not enough to work on the shadow. I think all in all your destiny is to face the change, want the change, and make the change. I feel you want to do all these things, it’s in your soul. Facing a rebirth of the self is always challenging and scary. If you feel like the change will make you lose yourself, maybe that’s exactly what you need? I also want to stress that if you’re not ready for something then it won’t happen, but if the universe decides you are it will be much harder of a rebirth than if you chose it for yourself. I feel that you have lots to think about in terms of how to rebirth yourself. I also feel like you overextend too much for people who don’t care about you in the same way. For this pile I feel like the destined path is to choose to grow out of a place you have been in too long. Such as a friend group, small town, relationship, or family. I believe in you pile 3, change is scary but you have so much time to truly bloom, let yourself have that. Signs: purple; snakes; ribbons; coquette fashion; ocean breeze; violin; pink; smiles; meadows; bunnies; ethereal vibes; angels; church; small town; trailers; dirt roads

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lunarruled · 3 months ago

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“My wolfblood has been acting up again.” @luposcainus

Placing the sugar and some creamer down on the table, Kyleigh sat across from Caspian in the kitchen of her small apartment. In front of them each sat a hot cup of tea, the half lycan making sure that she always had supplies for it when her wolf king friend was there. Raising her eyebrow when she heard his words Kyleigh grabbed the sugar and poured some into her cup.

"Like when that weird wolf creature came out of you or something different?" She asked, sliding the sugar back over to its original place.

#☾ luposcainus #☾ v: With The Beast Inside #☾ (Not Like Home)#☾ c: Caspian Wolfe #☾ friends of the half lycan; Cas #☾ now he's got her curious

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to-the-western-wood · 1 year ago

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lucy: so what's it like dating caspian?

edmund: well he once asked for a glass of water when i was mad at him so i gave him a cup of ice and told him to wait

edmund: he just grabbed the ice out of the cup and started eating it with the angriest look on his face

edmund: i have never been more terrified of and attracted to him as much as i was then

#edmund thinks caspian was asserting dominance #when in reality caspian is just impatient #incorrect narnia quotes #incorrect quotes #narnia #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #caspian x #casmund

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moonlightisdancing · 5 months ago

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Grá Rúnda/ j.t.k

Pairing: au!Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 4.7k

NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI. This chapter and forward will contain adult themes, proceed with caution.

Warnings: running away, kissing, cursing, infidelity, mentions of death, sensual touching, unprotected defloration, cunnilingus, orgasms (m+f), lying, alludes to arson

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Chapter I

Run away with him? It had taken you years before you mustered up the courage to climb out of the window, where would you find courage to run away? Your breathing grew heavy as you tried looking past him to avoid making a decision. Being caught most certainly meant death, but to marry Prince Caspian felt no different. Both you and Jacob would suffer a great loss whichever choice you made. Deep down you knew neither Prince Caspian nor the livelihood of Aldoria had your heart. Jacob knew, too.

“And where will we go, Jacob?” You turned to face him, his hands resting on your lower back as yours rose to fiddle the silver coin hanging from his neck.

“To my home, in the woods.” He pointed in the general direction of Dinaria, waving his hand as if it were of no importance.

“You don’t think they’d recognize me in Dinaria?”

“My home’s not in Dinaria, your highness.”

“What do you mean? Are you not from there?” You pushed away from Jacob’s chest, stumbling back as you gained footing. What else had he been lying about?

“I am from Dinaria, I simply fled when I was thirteen.” Thirteen. Thirteen is the year you met, your shared age being common ground for friendship. It hadn’t dawned on you how young he was to be traveling from Dinaria each day by himself.

“What were you fleeing from?”

“Home. Didn’t like it so I made my own.” Jacob reaches his arms back out for you, and while hesitant you feel yourself give in.

“You’ve been alone this whole time?” The thought of him alone broke you. His birthday, solstices, even something as simple as supper, everything. He’d been alone.

“Not a day’s been spent by myself. I’ve been seeing you all these years, no?”

That in and of itself urged you to make your decision. If you didn’t leave with Jacob he would be alone. You must have been deep in thought, only being reeled in back to reality when Jacob raised his hand to cup your cheek. Absentmindedly, you’d been balling the back of his torn tunic in your dainty hands. The higher the sun rose, the less time you had to fully decide your fate and his. Surely your servants would soon bring you your gown and begin getting you ready for the big day. Uneasiness courses through every inch of your body. The entire kingdom, or at least what felt like it, will be coming together today in celebration of you and Prince Caspian. What was it going to look like when you weren’t there? Will they veil someone in your place? Are the people of Novaria going to be coerced with a handsome lump of coin to find you and your captor? That’s what they’ll call him, anyway, even if you swore you went willingly until you were blue in the face. Your decision didn’t come easily, especially knowing the guilt of abandoning your kingdom would eat away at you.

“And they won’t find us?” You gulped, flattening your hands down his sides.

“Not at all.”

“Okay.” Time was limited, any second now your servants would arrive at your door to begin getting you ready for the wedding. Your wedding. Your hands found their way to Jacob’s, grasping his calloused palms firmly in yours. His eyes scanned your face and you looked up to meet his gaze. “We should go before they come for me.”

“Okay, princess.” He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your lips before leading you into the forest.

His legs are much longer than yours, not to mention you hadn’t bothered ditching the nightgown you’d worn to sleep.

“Jacob! Slow down!”

“Y/n, we have to hurry. C’mere,” Jacob ushered you onto his back and began swiftly walking. You can’t remember the last time you’d done this, maybe long ago during your youth. With Jacob in charge, it wasn’t long before you were standing before the forest, a visible worn path guiding the way.

“Jacob?” You asked as he lowered you to the ground.

“Yes?”

“How will they not find us if your travels have left a very obvious path?”

“Just trust me?”

Trust him you did. What else could you do? This decision was made entirely on trust and love. Shortly into this worn path where the ground has begun growing lush again, was a horse tied to a tree. Jacob placed his hand on the horse’s white coat and slowly ran his hand up the side. The horse whinnied and stomped its hooves against the ground, kicking up dust in the process.

“Shh, Seraphina, it’s just me.” Jacob hushed the horse as he made way to where she could see him. He touched his forehead to hers before gently kissing between her eyes. “Princess, this is my mare, Seraphina.” He worked his way around to undo the rope that tied her to the tree.

She wore an expensive looking black saddle adorned with red detailing and gold trimming. She looked expensive and you wondered how Jacob could have gotten anything as such. He had always arrived in one of four outfits, all of which were torn in one way or another. You were pulled from your thoughts as Jacob guided you to mount Seraphina, following to sit behind you. His forearms rested against your hips, his groin pressed into you and his chest firmly against your back. His touch is electric, awakening a feeling you’d not been familiar with, a sensation washing over your entire body that traveled to your core.

The journey wherever Jacob was taking you had gone rather quick on horseback, to which you were thankful. The sun was close to being at its peak, made evident by the heat settling in the air. Insects buzzed around the air accompanied by the humming of birds and a distant stream. You’d finally arrived at a little hutch that looked to be crafted from driftwood and stray twigs, yet somehow it still looked structurally sound. Jacob dismounted Seraphina and tied her to a post belonging to a well before helping you down.

“I promise the inside looks better.” He reached for your hand and guided you towards the structure.

It appeared to grow in size the closer you got, granted still nowhere near the size of the castle you’d grown up in. Jacob pushed open the door and behind was still nothing to write home about. A sliver of doubt crept up in the back of your mind. There’s a small bed, a wooden desk with a chair, a wood stove and a fireplace. There’s a couple shelves on the wall holding buckets and burlap sacks. To no surprise Jacob had some guitars and mandolins displayed throughout his hut. The room was illuminated by a few windows and smelled like remnants of the night prior’s fire. You toe your pattens off by the door, feeling the cool brick floor against your feet.

“Did you make this on your own?” You asked quietly, gesturing your hand around the room as you walked to sit on the edge of his bed.

“Sure did. It took some time to gather supplies that would be stable enough, but she’s all mine.”

“S’nice, quiet here. I like it.” You lay back, placing your arms under your head for cushion.

“Are you just saying that so as to not hurt my feelings, dear?” Jacob strides over to the side of the bed, his hips becoming eye level with your face as you turn to look at him.

“No, I mean it,”

“Mm, okay.” Jacob places his palm against your cheek, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. You look up at him and remove one hand from behind your head to rest on his. He leans down and replaces his thumb with his lips. Jacob’s touch was delicate as rose petals, his comforting aura washing away any tinge of guilt or worry you’d felt. Warmth grew throughout your body, most notably between your legs, as Jacob found a spot laying next to you on the bed. The two of you laid on your sides, your lips marrying perfectly as your hands rested on his broad shoulders. Jacob’s hands found purchase on your hips, gently pulling you closer to him. What felt like a delightful eternity of kissing and nipping took place before Jacob was the first to pull away.

“I should go hunt for supper before it’s too late.” He mumbled, standing as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

“But it’s still early noon.”

“Yes, princess, but I have to hunt, prepare and cook whatever’s unfortunate to be caught.”

You never had to think about those sorts of things. Every day you were taken care of without having to worry when your next meal was or where it would come from. Jacob didn’t have that luxury, amongst others as you’ve noticed. You’d miss the elegant clawfoot tub and private latrine available to you, but that was a loss you’d take to be with Jacob. To be happy, even if it meant losing all the luxuries that came with the title you hated.

“I’ll be back, don’t leave from here. There’s some books by the desk if you’d like to read one of them, but I shouldn’t be too long.”

You nod and watch as Jacob grabs a hunting spear, heading off without his trusted mare deep into the woods beyond where you could see. Wandering through his home felt strange, even more so once you’d started rummaging through his books. As your fingers grazed several different pieces, you began wondering where he learned to read. Being the son of a bard who lived on the outskirts of his kingdom, surely he shouldn’t possess such a talent. Perhaps he’d taught himself, or simply pretended to know the words as his eyes scanned the pages. His collection was quite handsome for a runaway, consisting of titles you’d never heard of. A Midsummer Night’s Dream catches your eye, the tattered brown canvas and gold letters sticking out from the others. As you flip the pages between your fingers you take note of how worn each page is, like it's been read much more than the others. Assuming it’s one of Jacob’s favorites, you pad off to the bed and begin reading.

Your eyes quickly grew heavy as you struggled to continue reading the words before them, the letters mixing in a blur of blackened ink. Sleep had evaded you the night before, the thought of your wedding kept you up most nights since you’d found out. That was behind you now, you’re here with Jacob, somewhere that would be hard to find. You were too exhausted to conjure up a dream, finding solitude in the nothingness.

The Castle

“Princess,” Eira’s voice echoed into the hall as she knocked on the wooden door. After a few seconds of no answer, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the cool metal plate, pushing the door open. Eira’s lips parted with intent to speak before she froze in her path. Her eyes locked onto the wide opened French windows directly across from where she stood, the delicate curtains catching the breeze. A shriek was all she managed, alerting Torsten, a guard coming down the hallway.

“Eira? What’s wrong?” Torsten placed his hands on Eira’s shoulders, but she didn’t react. Her body stood there frozen both figuratively and literally, her face washing over in pale sickness.

“Y-you need to get the king. She- she’s missing.”

Eira stood in the doorway of Y/n’s room as Torsten hauled his weight down the hall. He ran as fast as his armor and weapons would allow until his chest heaved and craved oxygen. He came barreling through the door to the throne room with no care for the respect to knock. Although Torsten had wished he’d knocked when he barged in on the king and his mistress tangled up.

“Your majesty…”

“Torsten, this better be worth my time or so help me god I’ll-”

“The princess, she’s missing.”

King Emyr pushed his mistress off of his lap and quickly stood up, pulling his robe shut as he walked down the few stairs bringing him floor level.

“What do you mean missing? Do I not pay you useless fucks to ensure our safety? Her safety?”

“I was-”

“I don’t care what you were doing. If you have any hope of staying alive, you will take your worthless men and bring my daughter home. Start with Dinaria and that scoundrel bard’s boy.” King Emyr grasped his hands on both of Torsten’s shoulders, causing him to wince at the contact. “Bring them both here. I couldn’t give two shits if the boy is dead or alive upon arrival, he will die.”

Torsten nodded and exited the throne room, quick to gather his men and prepare a quick plan to find Y/n. The king called Eira to the throne room to compose a plan before Prince Caspian and his family arrived. Eira being the closest resemblance to Y/n, she would be veiled in the princess’s place for the sake of a peaceful ceremony. While not an easy explanation to the royal family of Aldoria, King Emyr hoped they would understand, from a royal perspective, the need to do so. King Emyr was no stranger to lying to the people of Novaria in order to protect the kingdom’s peace. If word got out that Princess Y/n was missing, all hell would break loose. The fate of the princess is in Torsten’s hands.

Jacob’s Cabin

“Y/n,” Jacob’s tender voice paired with his weight by your feet woke you. Finally coming to your senses, you smelled the aroma of fish and rice filling the air of the hut. Jacob brings one hand over to grab the book from your hands, replacing it with a wooden bowl as you sit up. He returned the book to the stack of which you claimed it before joining you with a bowl of his own. A comfortable silence washed over the room as the two of you ate the meal Jacob so graciously provided and prepared.

“That’s one of my favorites,” He broke the silence, speaking through a mouthful of rice and fish. “The book you were reading.”

“Pardon me if I sound rude, but where did you learn to read?”

“I’d visit the princess of Dinaria and she’d show me.” Jacob cleared his throat before standing to discard your collective empty bowls.

“So is this a thing you do? Visit princesses and hope they’ll fall in love?” Maybe that’s where he spent the second half of his day, with a princess who’s family and guards didn’t want him dead.

“She’s a friend of a friend, I stopped visiting the day I fled Dinaria.”

“I don’t understand why you ran away.” You push yourself away from him, creating space between your bodies.

“My family wasn’t the greatest, I knew I’d be better off alone. They found the first home I built not too long after I fled. I had to escape their men on horseback, all I had was Seraphina.”

“If they tried finding you, why-”

“I don’t want to get into it, it’s all in the past. It’s just you and I now.”

Silence grew awkwardly as the two of you stared at the dying fire. The more he shared about himself, the less you felt you understood him. If his family was so bad, why had they tried finding him? Was your family going to search for you soon? You hugged your knees into your chest as you continued watching the fire burn slowly, the crackling wood being the only sound to fill the air. You inched closer and closer to Jacob, unsure if it was his unspoken pull or the need for warmth.

“You said ‘in hopes they’ll fall in love.’ Does that mean you’re in love with me?” He turned to look at you, a smile tugging the corner of his lip when he saw you’d returned to his side. The thought danced around your mind before the words left your mouth. In love. Neither of you had spoken that word to one another over the course of five years.

“Undoubtedly.”

“Me too, the whole time I have been.” Jacob brings his hand to rest on your upper thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your gown. You eye his plump, pinkened lips before meeting them with yours. The warm feeling returns between your legs, one you still don’t know how to satisfy. That was a curse of growing up in the castle, you knew virtually nothing other than the basics. Some simple topics were touched on regarding your cycle and growing body hair, all of which you’d learned to conceal as it was taboo. A very slight touch on sex, but it was made abundantly clear that it was for you and your husband. You hadn’t the slightest idea what sex was or how to do it. What you did know was that sex is the highest form of love and respect you could hold for someone. To love them so deeply you give yourself fully to them. That’s what you’d been told, anyway. A highest form of love to be shared solely between husband and wife. But if that were the case, why’d you feel that desire towards Jacob?

“You alright?” He asks as he pulls away, the fire light dancing in the reflection of his coffee irises.

“Yes, I just- it’s-” You were flustered, to say the least. Unsure of what you or he truly wanted, or how to ask for it.

“If this is too much we can stop.”

“No, it’s not too much. It’s, I don’t know, Jacob. It sounds absolutely mad in my head.” Your cheeks flamed bright red under his gaze.

“Try, maybe I can help?” Jacob’s hand fell from your cheek to rest on your shoulder, his other hand resting on your knee.

“I almost need more.” You swallowed harshly, avoiding the scandalous word.

“More… kissing?”

“No, not that.”

“Well, go on then. More what?” He brought his lips close to yours again without granting the pleasure of contact, waiting for you to tell him what you needed more of.

“Have you heard of sex?”

“Mm, heard of, yes.”

“Have you done it?” Your palms grew sweaty and your stomach churned. Would you really take this step?

“Once or twice. Have you?”

Your stomach dropped at his admission, at the thought of someone else loving him the way you had.

“I vowed to stay a virgin until my wedding night.”

“Well, if I reckon… that’s tonight, no?”

“Yes, but…” Your mind danced around the idea. Who had he been with?

“It’s your choice, princess, I am content either way.”

And so Jacob would deflower you in honor of your wedding night. You’d much rather it be Jacob than Prince Caspian, anyway.

The highest form of love and trust had taken place as Jacob gently pressed you down upon his linen blankets. He pushed the delicately sewn silk gown up over your torso and breasts with his large palms. Jacob looked down in awe, his cheeks growing pink the longer he stared. You hadn’t worn any undergarments. He reached down and softly palmed each breast in one of his hands, massaging the supple skin.

“Sorry, my dear, I should-” He cut his words short as he lifted his tunic over his head quickly followed by discarding his trousers. He hadn’t worn brais beneath them, leaving himself fully exposed to the summer air. You had nothing to compare him to, but you knew the man before you was beyond average. Something about him felt rich, if you hadn’t known any better you’d suspect he was a straight descendant of royalty.

His hands dance around your breasts and neckline as he pushes the satin over your head, his fingertips trailing down your sides. Jacob lowered himself onto his stomach, his hands having a hold on your hips as he placed kisses alongside the inside of your thighs. He looked up with lust blown eyes, his lips lingering dangerously close to your center. Before you knew it, Jacob’s mouth met your most sensitive part as he performed cunnilingus. Each passing move of his tongue against you drew a moan, your hands nested deep in his long, chocolate locks. His name fell from your lips as if it were the only one you knew to cry, any thought exempt of him evading your mind. Jacob pushed himself away, the lower half of his face glistening in the dim lighting offered by the dying fire. You watched him sit up, positioning himself between your legs, inching his hips closer to yours as he stroked his hand diligently over his length. His eyes hadn’t left yours while he gently leaned in, pressing himself against your entrance. Jacob watched your features for any sign other than pleasure, and while you winced at the first feeling of something inside, you nodded approvingly.

The hunger resting deep in your core had finally been satisfied as Jacob eased himself inside. A sensation like no other washed over you the closer his hips came to yours, one similar to the summer sun on your wet skin after swimming in the lake. Yet memories of the sun on your skin did not equate to the closeness of Jacob’s body to yours, he was warmer than any summer day you’d felt. Jacob’s head fell into the crook of your neck, peppering kissing along your pinkened skin as his hips fell flush with yours. He laid on top of you for a time that felt both too long and somehow still too short as he let you grow accustomed to the sensation. Jacob wrapped his arms around your torso, fingertips gently pressing into your sides.

“Please don’t let me go,” You whispered into the air for him to hear as your arms found themselves around his shoulders, holding him as tight as your body could.

“I won’t, princess, I promise.”

Jacob slowly rolled his hips against yours, each movement bringing you closer to another unfamiliar feeling. He moved his hands to position your legs around his hips, opening you more for him as he pushed himself deeper. Jacob nipped and sucked the soft skin of your neck, his palms kneading your thighs.

“Do you like this?” He mumbled into your sticky skin, his lips moving against your collar bone.

“Yes, it feels so good. So right,”

Your center felt sensitive, more so than before, as Jacob’s pace quickened. Your whole body grew warm and your chest heaved as the warmth quickly grew to a cold tingle. The muscles in your abdomen tightened, your nails embedded in Jacob’s back. The pleasurable sensation ripped through you, finally satisfying the insatiable hunger you felt for him. You chase your high while trying to find your breath, the need for air growing with your heavily beating heart. The closeness you craved has been fulfilled as a new warmth entered you, a result of his own climax being met. For the first time, you heard him whine. The noise was anything but manly, but you knew it to be satisfaction.

The two of you fell asleep with your limbs tangled amongst one another. Jacob held you close to his chest as he softly drifted into slumber. Sleep never found you, though, the guilt of abandoning your kingdom weighing heavy. A feeling ripping through you that was not satisfactory. You watched the boy holding you as he rested, the rise and fall of his chest and the way his eyes flickered under his lids. You wondered what he dreamt about. If he dreamt of this. The red coals faded into nothing, letting the chill of the midnight air fill the room. Jacob’s body provided warmth everywhere his touched yours. His touch was that of the fire, of the sun. All consuming in the best ways as it washed over your body, his chest against yours. For someone so brute, his skin was so soft. The skin to skin was intimate, but provided that need and desire to feel closer to him. He was everything. The mere thought of your love and admiration for him nearly brought you to tears, a tinge of missing home buried deep behind those happy feelings. He would keep you safe, you knew that. But could you keep him safe? That was the bigger question that ate away at you until the beat of his heart lulled you to sleep as he pulled you tighter against him.

When you woke in the morning your body was positively sore. But despite your aching muscles, the smile couldn’t rid your lips. You felt new, you felt like a woman. It was almost as if you could still feel Jacob engulfing you, holding onto the memory of his delicate touch.

“Do you want to get cleaned up?” He asked from his desk, closing a book he’d been looking at and tossing it to the pile. Hesitantly, you nodded, remembering he hadn’t had a tub like at the castle.

With a small sack grasped in his hands, Jacob led you through a small patch of woods to a nearby stream. He instructed you to quickly clean up and return to the cabin while he gathered breakfast, emphasizing the importance of being fast and vigilant. You had run away, after all, any lapse in judgment would fall terribly for both of you. The sack had a bar of soap and your gown from yesterday. He had altered the appearance of your gown, presumably to continue hiding you. The once cream fabric was now stained a deep red, whatever he used to color it hadn’t taken in all spots of the fabric.

The water was cold, any other day you’d complain about the temperature of the water. But as the sun rose higher into the sky and warmed your skin, you were reminded of Jacob, and suddenly the cold water felt warm against your body. You could have basked in that feeling forever if it weren’t for his clear instructions. The soap on your skin coated you in a familiar scent, carrying him with you everywhere you’d go. You rinsed the suds from your body, watching as the water washed them away. With those bubbles went your fears. You were safe, and the more you told yourself as such, the easier it became. Once finished, you allowed yourself to stand in the sun enough to dry the water from you, bringing back feelings of last night. How Jacob warmed you as the sun had. The same warm feeling found its way between your legs as you quickly got dressed, hoping Jacob would be back to the cabin soon. For sex being such a taboo act, it was an act you feared you needed more of, desiring the wave of sensation that washed over your body as Jacob made love to you.

Upon arrival, to your disdain, the cabin was empty. You figured to pass the time with a book, that was all you knew to do even back home. You wandered over towards his handsome stack of books he told you to choose from yesterday. With the intention of continuing A Midsummer Night’s Dream, a leather bound book sat on top of the stack caught your attention instead. There were no marks on this book, and hadn’t been in the pile yesterday. While it looks like a journal of some sort, you still choose to flip through it. If you weren’t meant to read this, surely he wouldn’t have left it in the stack of books, right? Upon further inspection, it becomes glaringly obvious these ink adorned pages were not meant for your eyes.

The real reason he’d run away was etched into the pages pinched between your fingers.

Dethroned.

Banned from the castle.

Forced to live with my uncle as my cousin takes my spot.

“Princess.” The door flew open, Jacob drenched in sweat and fear. Had he been watching you read his journal this whole time?

“Why did you lie?” Your lip quivered as you tried to wash the betrayal away with strength.

“I can explain, but we need to go. The smoke, i-it-”

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you-”

“Y/n, there is smoke rising from Dinaria. I fear they’re looking for us. For you. We need to go now.”

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lokotrona11 · 4 months ago

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Gift kisses

Pairing : Peter Pevensie x Reader

summary : You go out with Caspian but Peter won't stop kissing you.

Word count : Less than 1k maybe 800

AN: The gif is not mine, I am not correcting what he published, and it is also taken from Casi angeles. I think nothing more.

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Caspian knocks on the door to your room and you hold a mask in your hands. ''Please, let's talk''

He insists again but you don't move from the bed.

''I don't want to talk to you Caspian, go away''

You are supposed to be angry when you see Caspian and Susan kiss during the night but that's not the case, you don't think about Caspian and his adventure, rather your mind only replays the moment when Peter kissed you with the mask you held.

Of course, Caspian didn't know and seeing him with Susan had given you the perfect excuse to excuse your lack of desire to see him.

You didn't want to do this to Caspian, you thought you loved him, but when Peter pulled you away from the dance to kiss you on the night you would be introduced to Caspian and it would be like an engagement, you world fell apart, the same night your boyfriend kissed Susan when he had to dance with her when he couldn't find you.

''What's wrong with you, King?'' You say into the air, seeing the mask.

''I'm doing everything wrong.'' You force the mask into the box. ''everything wrong'' You scold yourself.

A noise starts at your window and your neck almost breaks looking in that direction.

Peter was coming through your window.

you squeal. ''What are you doing here?''

In a second you have Peter inches from you. ''What do you want?''

''Another kiss.'' He claims and kisses you, without asking permission or forgiveness.

You want to refuse, but as soon as his lips touch yours your brain shuts down, your body gives up without a fight and you can only follow his rhythm. but then you gather strength and push him away.

''Stop, are you crazy?"

''Yes, yes, for you. ''He says throwing himself back into you.

Manage to touch your lips before you brush it away, or well what you can

''No, no, no, you are Caspian's number one enemy, what you want is to take advantage of me...'' You throw him towards the window again.

Peter doesn't seem to make any effort to return to your lips, cupping the back of your neck and you try not to melt.

''Stop, I don't like being shut up with a kiss''

His eyebrows bend. ''You love to be silenced with a kiss,'' he accuses.

You laugh adjusting your hair. ''Who told you?''

''Look, I know you think this isn't right, but you don't love him, and I'm going to prove it to you.'' Take your face. ''I love you, and you love me''

They deflate you. ''Ha! "I don't love you at all, boy king."

Smile so hinoptic. ''Great king they tell me''

''don't correct me.'' You complain.

''You're leaving, you're leaving'' You try to throw him out.

''How pretty you are'' He says, stealing a kiss from you, again.

Your hands freeze in the air, your body sways as he wants and you only have control in your lips that follow his taste anyway.

''No, really, go or they will discover you''

Peter smiles like a fool at your comment. ''Aww, you don't want to be discovered, you're cuter.'' He tries to touch you but you hold his hands.

''That? It's not that... I don't want you... Go away, goodbye.''

''I'm leaving with one condition''

''Which?''

''We will see us again''

''No because... Well that's fine'' You scratch the back of your neck. ''But no..''

he shuts you up with a kiss.

''Is it possible?''

You hear Caspian's voice again and you separate, you see Peter getting under the bed and you throw yourself on the mattress and at that moment you catch Peter's hand under your thigh without noticing it

The door opens when you bend one leg.

''What are you doing?''

You squeak looking at him and undo your strange pose and Peter tries to remove his hand but you don't move, nor notice.

''I told you before not to come in, I'm doing my exercises.'' You raise one arm and flex your leg.

Caspian approaches you ''My love, listen to me, I can't go to sleep like this'' He tries to explain.

You despair when you see your boyfriend so close to you and you throw a pillow at him which makes him stop. ''What do you want to talk to me? No, go away, I don't want to talk to you now"

Caspian steps back and clasps his hands. ''If I hurt you it was accidentally, forgive me''

''Well, bye.'' You throw another pillow.

''Talk tomorrow?''

''Yes, tomorrow, Goodbye Caspian!''

The last pillow hits your door and falls to the floor as Caspian leaves.

You sigh in relief. ''It was a second that I thought... '' You're rambling without seeing it.

''The hand, my hand'' You hear it and only then do you see the situation.

''Sorry!'' You screech, removing your body. Peter comes out from under the bed. ''What are you doing with your hand there...?''

Peter doesn't answer that, he just puts his hands on his hips and raises his eyebrows at you. ''Is this how you treat your boyfriends now?"

Your gaze hardens. ''Bye, you're leaving''

You demand and stand up.

''Are you going to wait for my message?''

''No, I'm not going to wait any.. emm.. goodbye.'' You look away from him. ''You're leaving, can you leave?''

''What do you have there?'' Peter touched your lips.

''What do I have?'' You say but before you continue Peter steals a small kiss from you and runs away.

You laugh without grace and before I cross the window you speak.

''What time?''

Peter comes back to you and you kiss, this time without opposition.

''Wait for it'' he says, walking away.

Peter leaves your room and you only have to sit on the edge of your bed, sighing.

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vinnieswife · 1 year ago

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The sword room

Peter Pevensie x reader

words: 880

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), peter being a little shit

"He wants to destroy me." You rolled your eyes.

"I think you could definitely beat him ... and then ... give him to me" Edmund smirked at your response, Caspian kept looking down and then looked back up at the two of you, as you were starting to argue about who has who.

"Don't worry Cas, just go out there and kick their smug asses."

"Right." Caspian hugged you as he shook Edmund's hand. Caspian pulled his mask over his head and grabbed his sword as he ran off towards the field.

"Ed?" You asked, as you went to sit in the stands. Peter Pevensie looked at you and all you could think of was his strong, warm body leaning against yours as he kissed you feverishly. You could almost imagine the smile he was giving you as he ran up and down your body. You look up at Edmund, a smile twining your lips. He glares at you.

"Don't even think about it missy, your brother would kill you and then kill me for letting you do it."

Halfway through the games, you could feel the tension getting tighter and tighter. Peter was aiming for Caspian, who was trying to stay away from Tummnus, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernatural beings in Narnia.

"He's doing really well." I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah. That other one, Peter. Caspian doesn't like him."

"I can feel it."

"Why is he looking at you like that?"

"I don't know. By the way, I'm going to run to the warehouse, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sure." He nods. You head to the warehouse, completely dodging the many suits of armor that were stored there. As you sigh, leaning against the wall, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turn around.

"Peter?" he smiled lowering his head "hello darling" you smiled back "I've missed you, I barely saw you today" his lips were about to touch yours.

"What if Caspian sees us?" you whisper, looking into his eyes through your lashes. “let him see then” he moved closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. His heartbeat quickens, the closer he gets, your feet instinctively recoil, until your back presses against the rock wall. As his chest leans into yours, you take a deep breath, trying to control yourself.

"Please Pete." You whimper, reaching your hands out to grab his forearms. He gripped your waist tighter, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closing, before he moved closer, sliding your body closer. He bent down slightly, due to the large height difference between the two of you.

"Fuck, Peter." You gasped, as he pulled your shirt over your head. You looked up at him passionately, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands remained at your sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could practically stay with him. You look down at his bright, beautiful face, biting your lip. You leaned down, as his hands reach for your ass, squeezing.

He pushed you against one of the warehouse benches, leaning over. He stopped to admire you for a second. You unbuttoned your skirt and slid the drawstring down seductively, before a hand slipped under your underwear. He rubbed you gently, sliding one hand up to cup your left breast.

He raised his eyebrows, "Damn, y/n." He groaned, tearing at your thighs and tugging at the remaining fabric. He moved your panties aside and licked your clit. You gasped, your fingers curling into his blond hair. He inserted two fingers into your slit, curling them instantly. You wiggled against his fingers, "Mmm, you like that?" The vibrations sent you into overdrive as Peter muttered the dirty words.

"Shit, Pete! Please!"

"Mm-mm." He shakes his head, before returning to sucking on your clit. He pulls away, drying his hands on his trousers, "I have a game to attend sweetheart." You stand up, your eyes bright with anger and disappointment.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?" He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"You're an asshole."

"I give you a reason to come back, am I right?" He spreads his arms wide to prove his point. You glare at him and tie up your skirt and shirt. You fixed your hair, while he gave you an amused look. Your storm passed him, you bumped your shoulder into his in "accident".

Peter walks behind you until you reach the gates of the camp, he left a kiss on your cheek. You scream, seeing him wink at you. He puts his helmet back on and runs into the field, excusing himself over the toilet and feeling dizzy. You stare in awe at the scene before running over to Edmund, who raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'll tell Caspian." He stands up, about to run towards your older brother. You push him down, seating him again.

"Tell him what?"

"That you had sex with Peter!" He ran off and you sighed.

"We didn't have sex." You bit your lip and looked at the man who knocked the wind out of you in the sword store, "Not yet."

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marvelmusing · 1 year ago

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Take Your Pick

Pairing: Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader (featuring Billy Russo, Aleksander Morozova, William Thurber, Logan Delos, Benjamin Greene, Caspian).

Summary: Your boyfriend has a very interesting ability, and every character he can shift into has a special place in your heart. But which one do you want to spend the night with?

Warnings [18+]: alludes to smut, slightly suggestive.

A/N: a tiny little drabble, don’t ask me what this is because I have no idea but I liked the vibes.

My Masterlist

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“I can be anything you want me to be.”

“I just want you,” you say shyly, looking down at your lap.

“Oh really?” His voice is coy, a low purr of faux consideration as the hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. He leans closer, practically caging you to the couch with his arms on either side of you.

His mouth grazes over your pulse and your eyes flutter shut as he mouths confidently over your neck, a grin blooming over his face.

“You don’t want me?”

A New York twang has entered his voice and when you look down to meet his eyes a shiver runs through your body at the almost predatory glint there.

“Hi Billy.”

“Hello darlin.”

He leans forwards capturing your lips in a determined kiss. His grip is tight on your chin and you can sense the moment he shifts into Aleksander as his hand releases your chin to cradle your cheek with the entirety of his palm.

His body presses firmly against yours and the two of you cling to one another as he furthers the kiss.

“Sasha,” you breathe out in a soft whine. “Please.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Moya milaya, always so eager.”

His hands settle on your waist, keeping you close as he unbuttons your blouse. Ducking his head down, he begins to kiss over your collarbones, leaving gentle bites over the skin there, nuzzling at the hollow of your throat.

When his lips begin to lower themselves down towards your breasts, and the prickle of Aleksander’s facial hair becomes a soft scrape of closely shaven stubble and a neat moustache, you thread your hand through the salt and pepper strands of hair on his head.

“William,” you gasp.

His mouth closes over your clothed nipple, tongue rolling over the nub hidden beneath the fabric of your bra. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet yours, an admiring and adoring softness filling his gaze.

He lowers his head back down, nosing over the edge of your underwear. His hair darkens to Billy’s slicked back locks and he bites down into the material keeping him from exposing your breasts.

As you tug on his hair, a low groan rumbles in his chest and with a wicked grin Logan reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. He gropes at your breasts eagerly, large hands grasping at your soft skin and sensitive nipples.

“Which one of us would you like to take you?” Aleksander rasps against your ear. He nuzzles his way down your neck, mouth drifting back up to your other ear.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Logan goads, tugging on your hardened nipples.

A whimper catches in your throat at the thought of having to choose one of them. He hums quietly, biting down on your earlobe, tongue soothing the sting there. He grasps at your breasts, returning to your other ear as he shifts again.

“It’s definitely me,” Billy states with a confident smirk. “Right, darlin?”

He leans down to kiss your lips and you instantly know that it’s Benjamin. He kisses with the same vigour as Aleksander but he’s much more vocal in his enjoyment, a small whimper catching in his throat as he cups your face intently.

Both of you are breathless, chests heaving as he nuzzles his forehead against yours with a bright smile on his face. There’s a tiny scrunch at his nose and you can’t suppress the urge to kiss it gently which makes him blush.

“Hi Benji.”

“Hello love.”

Breathing out a soft laugh, you tilt your head at him.

“Are there any other contenders for me to consider tonight?”

He laughs softly, the corners of his eyes creasing adorably as he does. Then he kisses you.

As soon as his thumb begins to stroke over your cheek while you kiss, you realise he’s shifted into Caspian. His kiss lingers, sucking lightly on your lower lip as you part from one another.

Threading your hands through his long hair, you breathe out a soft smile as he brushes his nose affectionately against yours. As your hands continue to play with his hair, twirling the soft strands between your fingers, he moans quietly.

When he withdraws, it’s Billy who you’re looking at. His eyes are darkened with a wicked smirk on his lips. His gaze is heated as it rakes over your body, drawing a blush to the surface of your skin, thrumming down your body.

“So, which one will it be, darlin?”

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onmyyan · 2 years ago

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Okay, Hia! I’m hate to ask y/n’s friends trying to seduce Caspian! Idk if you had done this already but I was Caspian meet our friends and it’s obvious that they wanna fuck him

A/N: apologies for the wait! Loved this request bec Cas gets feral when you're relationship is tested, let me know if y'all want a smut to this!!NOT EDITED

TW'S: Yandere, cursing, horny Cas, shitty people/ friends, suggestive towards the end, Cas gets mean but don't worry never to you

You nearly buzzed in place from your ever growing excitement, not only were you about to go out looking as fine as you were, but you were going with Caspian!

A few friends of yours texted you last minute asking if you wanted to join them at the club, they asked if you could be the designated driver as they all wanted to drink and despite the small voice in your head telling you not to, that they'd only asked you to join so you could drive, the people pleaser in you won out and just like that you were scrambling to pick an outfit.

This particular group of women were more work friends than real ones, and the urge to belong was stronger than the odd vibes they gave off, this is the main reason you tiptoed into the kitchen that afternoon.

"Hi honey- what's wrong?" His tone went from joyous to concerned in a matter of seconds, he all but abandoned the pot he'd been diligently stirring for the last hour in favor for cupping your cheeks. "I'm fine my love, just- you free tonight?" His shoulders relaxed at the question, his large frame tilting down so he could steal a kiss. "For you? Always."

"Welllllll I know you didn't have the greatest time with my friends the last time we hung out with people I know but they invited me to the club- they need a designated driver see, and I was wondering if maybe you might wanna go with me?" Your nerves were apparent from the way you played with your shirt sleeve and it almost made him chuckle, as if you ever had to worry about him saying no to you.

"I'd love to go, and if you want to drink I can drive, you shouldn't have to limit yourself so others can party." He may have been smiling in the moment but his temper began to flare at the idea of you being so clearly used by people who cared little if at all for your wellbeing.

He knew how much you loved to dance and he could tell how happy you were to be apart of something so he bit his tongue and prayed to the universe he didn't loose his shit in front of you.

The two of you got ready together, the process being halted many times so he could kiss your neck or lips, whichever he had better access to at the moment the urge struck him. He made sure his outfit complimented your own, before you left he attached the prettiest necklace to your neck, making sure to leave a trail of kisses as he pulled away. The pendant was an adorable set of intertwined rose gold hearts, your initials carved in the shining metal, he giddily pulled a matching dainty chain from beneath his shirt, showing off his own.

"So we match." It was a subtle way to keep his possessive urges in check. Plus the way you lit up when he put it on was reason enough on it's own.

Caspian made a habit of racing to get out before you so he could hold the door open as you exited his sleek black car. He gave his keys to the valet with a finesse that seemed practiced and immediately slipped a large hand around your waist, his grip tightened subconsciously searched for the harpy's. The group appeared in no time squealing in what he deemed was a fake display of excitement.

"You came!! You're such a lifesaver (y/n)! What would we do without you huh?" He didn't bother listening to her name so he didn't exactly who had their disgusting arms around you despite your obvious discomfort. You giggled gently taking them off your shoulders and started to respond before another cut you off, "You didn't tell us you were bringing such a fine plus one- hi I'm Sandy." She held a hand out for him to take which he simply waved at.

"Caspian, and I'm her boyfriend actually." He didn't even try to hide his displeasure at her choice of words. "My mistake." She said in a sultry manner, her hands placed on her chest in mock sympathy.

His fist tightened before he made a move to hold your hand. "Ready honey?" He kissed the back of your hand as the group went for the door, not even bothering to wait for the two of you. "As I'll ever be." You responded, trying to breathe through the sudden onslaught of anxiety. He made sure to press kiss the side of you head as you two entered the dark club.

He fell for your kindness but damn did you give it to the wrong people.

At first things were as good as could be, you and Caspian wrapped up with each other in a darkened booth, him whispering sweet nothings against your skin, he was having a perfectly wonderful time until about an hour in, two of the women he didn't bother introducing himself to had randomly appeared out of nowhere and pulled you from his arms out on the dance floor. He pouted to himself before he caught the genuine smile on your face, he'd endure anything to keep it there. After a while the three of you trotted off to where he assumed the bathroom was, much to his displeasure. Just as he was about to whip out his phone to see exactly where you were, he caught sight of someone coming towards him.

His irritation only grew as Sandy sauntered her way up to Caspian with confidence, two drinks in hand. "You look like a whiskey guy." She slid the cup over with skill and sat on the table before him. Her finger danced around the rim of her glass and he couldn't help but gape, was this bitch foreal right now? He could laugh at the audacity but instead he pushed the drink back towards her.

"I'm not." She huffed playfully at him, as if he'd told a joke and knocked back the glass with an exaggerated moan of appreciation, knowing damn well the cheap shot tasted like gasoline. His heart began to pound in anger as he searched the crowd for you.

"Okayy well do you dance big guy?" She leaned across the table to give him a full view of her chest, the delicate bat of her lashes always got her what she wanted, so you could imagine her surprise when he stood up to his full height, nearly knocking her over with the speed. "I sure do, with my girl." He didn't try to mask his distain for the woman who claimed to be your friend.

Her embarrassment wasn't enough to stop her in her quest though, "What she don't know won't hurt her- c'mon my girls have her attention for as long as we need." She wrapped her arms around his midsection from behind with surprising speed, it felt like broken glass and salt everywhere she touched. His face twisted into a snarl as he ripped her hands from his body, all but throwing himself away from her shocked form.

"You're disgusting- what kind of woman throws herself at a taken man? Her so called friend at that?" Sandy's face fell with every venomous word he spat, not at all prepared for the man before her.

"I'll tell you what kind of person does that. A miserable one. One that could disa-fuckin-ppear and the world would be better." With every word her body seemed to shrink in on itself. "You're lucky she didn't see that shit you just pulled- if she so much as thinks I'm skeevin' cuz a cheap thing like you I swear on everything I love it'll be the last mistake you make. Are we clear? " His tone left no room for arguing, that paired with the mean ass sneer had the teary eyed nuisance nodding her head wordlessly and before she could speed walk away he grabbed her forearm in a vice, "Matter of fact this is gonna be the last time you or any one of those wastes of spaces you call friends bothers my baby again- lose her number. Fast." He made a point to wipe his hand on his pants after he released her. Cas felt somewhat better at the sight of the woman's misery but his blood was still boiling.

His eyes searched for you desperately, his pulse only calming once he spotted your happy form bouncing over to him from the crowd. "This place is amazing Cas! The bathroom was so boujie I had to take like a million pictures- I didn't make you wait too long right?" He smiled down at you, leaning against the back of the booth, he pulled you into his chest with a content hum. "You're worth any wait honey, also I want those pics, I need a new wallpaper."

The sweet moment would be ruined when he caught sight of the hag you called friend glaring at your back. His gaze would sharpen before he returned his attention to who mattered most.

He'd burn you in place with his stare, the sudden intense look had your knees shaking, you knew that look, it was almost always followed by a few rounds on whatever available surface was closest. His adrenaline still pumping, he gently grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you into a searing kiss, the kinda kiss that was always followed by trouble.

After a few seconds you pulled back just a bit, intending to question the sudden PDA but he didn't give you a chance, after fighting his way in, he sucked long and hard on your tongue, moaning into the kiss like a pornstar, the fingers not playing with your hair snaked their way down to grab a handful of ass, grinding his growing bulge into your core had the both of you letting out the softest moans. "Fuck- what's gotten into you Cas?" You giggled against his panting mouth, visibly flustered, he licked a stripe across your bottom lip causing your exposed skin to flare with goosebumps.

"Just showing everyone here they can look-" A hand gently lifted your chin, his stare holding you in place, "but only I get to touch." He leaned down to trail searing kisses into your neck, glaring at the still embarrassed woman watching the two of you.

Like a dog marking his territory he began to nip and suck at the spot just below your neck. Your giggles and little whines being the only thing holding him back from tearing into that woman who after all she'd done had the nerve to still be in the same room as you two, you suddenly pulled away to look him in the eye.

"C'mon you horndog, let's get outta here before you try to fuck me on the dance floor." You joked tugging him towards the door.

"Hear me out-"

"Absolutely not."

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prismatica-the-strange · 8 months ago

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Black Sheep | Dawn Treader | Smut

Warnings: 18+, smut, body worship, fingering, p in v, hot steamy human/faun sex

Word count: 1.18k

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Main Chapter link (I'll get to it eventually, this has been done for months)

"You never touch me," She whines, thumbs tracing the open collar of his shirt, "Why won't you touch me?"

Her eyes are big and full of pain and frustration, "Caspian, please touch me."

His head is spinning at her words, at the feel of her fingers pulling on his shirt.

"Tell me what you need."

"Need you, Caspian," She cries, hands tugging at his hair, "Your hands, your mouth, your..."

"Then you shall have it," He murmurs, lips working down her jaw, "Whatever you want will be yours, my love."

He slips his arms beneath her ass, lifting her just long enough to drop her onto the plush mattress, making her gasp.

He settles between her legs, hands bumping hers as they both scramble to push her skirts up.

She unbuckles her belt and tears her gown over her head.

His hands run down her corset, pinning her to the bed as he leans in and kisses her again.

"Off," She breathes and he hesitates, not sure what she means.

She gently pushes him back and sits up, reaching back to hurriedly unlace it. It doesn't help when his fingers move to grip her chin, tilting it up to press his lips to her neck.

"Caspian," She whines, "I can't- not with you doing that-"

"Turn around," He urges, helping her to do so.

He fumbles with the laces for a moment before finally getting them undone. He tosses it to the side and pulls her back against his chest, fingers ghosting up the trail of fur on her stomach to her breasts.

He nuzzles his face against her ear when he cups them and she moans. The feel of his hands squeezing her and his beard scratching her ear, light her insides on fire.

He peppers her neck and shoulders with kisses.

His hands move from her breasts to wander her abdomen before they tease the hem of her underthings.

"May I?" He breathes, fingers dipping just below the hemline, making her squirm.

"Please," She begs, "Please, my king."

He slowly reaches down, hand curling to slide his fingers through her wet folds.

Her hips buck against his hand when he grazes her clit. He circles it for a moment, teasing her until she's gasping for breath, then he slips his middle and ring fingers down into her heat.

"Ah! C-Caspian!" She cries when his fingers curl, hitting that sweet spot inside her she can't normally reach herself, "Right there, love!"

He continues to move them inside her, mouthing at her neck.

"M-more!" She whimpers. She starts pushing down her underwear and his hands make their way back up to her breasts.

When she's finally rid of them, she turns to straddle his thighs, tugging him by the hair to meet her lips.

"Why is this still on?" She pouts, pulling at his shirt, "Wanna feel you."

He indulges her, grinning proudly as he pulls his shirt over his head.

His eyes fall closed, a heady sigh on his lips as she lets her hands explore his chest.

"I love you," She whispers. She leans down, pressing kiss after kiss to his chest, his skin warm beneath her lips, "I love you... My King..."

A growl emanates from his chest and his hands, strong and determined, move her, lying her on her back, bare and willing before him.

He's seen her naked before, but this is the first time, in the mid-day sun streaming in from the widow, he's been able to truly appreciate it.

"You're gorgeous," He murmurs, like a prayer on his lips. His hands trace her curves, fingers running through and catching in her fur, "I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my life..."

He takes his time lavishing every inch of skin he can reach with kisses and burning touches, "I love you beautiful, wonderful, girl."

He reaches down, fingers rubbing her clit, making her back arch, "Caspian I- Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait!"

She tears his hand away and he looks at her, terrified.

"Are you alright?" He asks, looking her over, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm alright love," She assures him, stroking his hair, "Wanted to feel you in me when I came undone."

His eyes go wide and he scrambles to get his pants off.

The yellow of her eyes is barely visible when she watches his cock bounce up against his lower abdomen. He's bigger than any man she's ever been with and her mouth goes dry.

He hisses when she reaches out and drags her fingers up his length.

"You have been blessed, my king," She mutters before looking up into his black eyes, "Or perhaps... I have."

He grins, all but tackling her back against the mattress in a kiss.

"Temptress."

"Darling you have no idea-!" She chokes on her words when he starts to push into her, her mouth falling open.

The stretch is delicious and he has to hold her hips down from fucking herself onto him.

"Slow, my love," He groans, forehead falling onto her shoulder as he bottoms out, "I won't last if you rush."

He's nestled perfectly inside her, her walls already fluttering around him.

"Caspian, darling, please! I need you to move," She pulls at his hair, urging him to do as she asks.

His strokes are slow but deep. So deep she swears she feels him pressing against her lungs, and she's instantly addicted.

"Oh Aslan help me- Caspian!" She mewls, her nails raking across his shoulders, "Faster, my love..."

He moans against her ear when his hips snap, pumping quicker into her cunt.

"L-love I-" He rasps against her neck. He lets her lift his head, kissing her desperately, "I'm s-so close!"

She takes the hand that's caressing her cheek and moves it down to where their bodies meet, her legs wrapping back around his waist.

She flutters violently around him when he feverishly rubs her clit, needing her to cum.

"C-Cas!" She screams when her climax crashes over her, her entire body emblazed in inferno. One hand is threaded in his hair and the other is bunched in the sheets, her hips arched to meet his.

He means to pull out, but her orgasm is so sudden he doesn't get the chance before he's pushed over the edge and he's spilling into her. His eyes squeeze shut, forehead pressed against her clavicle, as he fucks them through their highs, "Ah! Beretta! Love!"

She trembles beneath him when he collapses on top of her, breathless.

They're both sticky with sweat, but when he goes to move off her, she clings to him, "Stay..."

"Cas!"

Drinian and Reepicheep both pause mid conversation and share a look at the door to the royals' cabin then with each other.

"I was wondering when that tension was finally going to break," Reep snickers, tail flicking behind him.

Drinian chuckles in agreement before turning back to his conversation.

#king caspian x #caspian x #caspian smut #self ship smut #prisma self ships #black sheep #prisma writes

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Dark Necessities [Part 3]

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged?•Dark Necessities Masterlist

Summary: “I,” Marc swallowed, just about managing to pull his lips away from yours. He cupped your face with his right hand, pressing ever so gently as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s Marc, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

Marc manages to get you both passage over the Caspian Sea in a fishing trawler.

A/N: I am so sorry this has taken me so long. Me writing this: I’m not going to write Marc subby, I’m not going to write Marc subby, I’m not going to.

I wrote him subby.

Warnings: blow jobs, fingering, p in v sex, typos, swearing, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning

Word Count: 2901

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The journey so far had been difficult. Time-consuming in the vague fragments of clues Khonshu would give, leaving the majority, if not all the work to Jake and Marc and their contacts.

As frustration festered along your spine you began to seriously entertain the idea of eating the moon god. Would he taste brittle and dry like the old bones he inhabited? Or sweeter, greater, like some forbidden ambrosia?

He was obviously playing some kind of game here, one that you were simply a pawn of.

A blessing, however, was the gentle ease that seemed to be growing between Jake, Marc, and Steven. Their communication had continued to stay effortless, with Jake no longer forced to listen and scream without the other two hearing.

The ship Marc had managed to secure your passage on was a factory fishing trawler. You were staying with it across the Caspian Sea to Kazakhstan.

Nearly all of the cabins were taken up by staff who either maintained the ship, fished, or canned - or most who did a combination of the three.

Which is why you both were crammed into a tiny cabin on the ship, a room so small you weren’t sure how it was meant to fit one person, let alone two.

It had an odd layout, a fractionally larger than hospital sized bed bolted to the wall bunk bed style, with a single metal ladder leading up to it. Underneath was a metal toilet and sink with an old folding door contraption that you still hadn’t managed to work out.

It was a good job that none of you had brought a lot of luggage.

You had squeezed into the small bed with Jake around 11pm, thankful for the metal guards on the open side of the bed that would stop anyone falling the second someone turned over. Jake had still insisted that you take the side closest to the wall, refusing to even entertain the idea of you getting hurt.

“Jake, you know I can turn into a massive wolf thing, right?” You said as you settled into the bed.

“Massive wolf things still get injured.” He mumbled, his eyes already closed.

You laughed softly.

There was a pause before Jake spoke again, “Steven says it’s not just a wolf.”

You laughed louder as you lay down next to him.

“How is Steven?”

“Talking when we should be sleeping.”

You lean a little closer. “Hi, Steven.”

Jake opens one eye at you, mock glaring. “It’s time to sleep.”

“If Steven wants to talk,” you giggle, “then I think-”

Jake leaned up quickly, pressing his lips to yours and lightly holding your cheek. He kissed you deeply for a moment before pulling back and urging you to lay down on your side. “Time for sleep.”

He snuggles close, wrapping his arms around you, his chest to your back.

“You’re very demanding Jake Lockley.” You tease, unable to keep your smile out of your voice.

“Good.” He paused for a moment. “Do you know how many times I used to have to front just so that Steven or Marc wouldn’t run our body into the ground? Left up to them we’d collapse from exhaustion.”

“Oh, I see, so when you want to talk, it’s fine,” you teased. “But when I do,” you let out a little yelp as Jake moved his hand to tickle you.

“Shh, let’s sleep.”

You tutted, but it was in jest. “Bossy.”

“Someone needs to be.” He whispered, this time you could hear the smile in his voice.

You shifted a little and then settled, an odd lightness in your chest. The pull of Set’s Hunger far from your mind.

Unsurprisingly at some point in the night, you had managed to get tangled up in each other.

You had turned to face him, his head buried in your neck while your thigh rested between his legs.

It wasn’t quite clear who had partially awoken first, whether it was you shifting and coincidentally brushing your thigh against his semi-hard cock that caused him to moan and mouth at your neck or vice versa.

But whoever started it didn’t matter.

You let out a shuddered breath as he sucks a love bite into your skin, his fingers digging into your waist at the sound and dragging you closer. Eroding the tiny slither of space between you and pressing your leg more firmly against his length.

He moans again, the sound shifting the sleep from your eyes. And you can’t help but thread your fingers through his hair and pull lightly, yanking his lips away from your skin so that you can press your mouth to his.

He whines as you lick into his mouth, eagerly accepting your tongue and happily moving onto his back when you press against his shoulder.

Hunger spikes, low and deep in your stomach and throat. Electrifying through your veins as it burned like acid into every cell. You wanted him, you needed him.

The small space is awkward, making it impossible for you to fully sit up. But you still climb on top of him, pressing your needy core against his length and grinding down. You swallow his little moans and sighs of content as you rock, his chest firmly against yours as he runs his hands down your ribs. The tips of his fingers sneaking under your top.

The little gasp of pleasure you let out brings Marc to his senses. A sharp sting of panic momentarily ringing out louder than his arousal. It didn’t stop him from kissing you back, however.

Shitshitshitshit-

You okay? Marc’s seeming panic raising their heartbeat to near-catastrophic levels had been more than enough to wake Jake.

I-

I don’t mind, you know. Not if they’re okay with it.

So-

Just ask. There was a smile in Jake’s voice before he purposefully faded back, making sure that Marc could feel him leave.

“I,” Marc swallowed, just about managing to pull his lips away from yours. He cupped your face with his right hand, pressing ever so gently as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s Marc, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

The ‘I’ had been enough to tip you off that it wasn’t Jake who was fronting. The pause before he spoke again, the accent, how his face twisted under his own emotions.

“I, Jake said it was okay, that he didn’t mind if you didn’t, but I thought I should-”

“Jake doesn’t mind?” You ask, just about managing to contain yourself. Set’s form wiggles under your skin, drawing its claws along your bones. The snap of its teeth rumbled deep in your chest. Needed him, needed him, needed him.

Marc shook his head, misunderstanding your bluntness for annoyance. “He didn’t mea-”

You kiss him again, deep and desperate as you nip softly on his lower lip. And Marc just melts into you.

Straight away his hands go back to your waist, inching upwards and under your top. You break the kiss only to help him pull it off you, your lips quickly going back to his.

He groans again, bucking upwards against you when he runs his hands over your breasts, pinching at your nipples and smiling as you squirm above him.

His dick rubs against you deliciously, the fiction of your clothing suddenly too much for you to bear.

You pull yourself away from him, enjoying the little whine of protest that escapes his throat at the loss and quickly shuffle down towards the end of the bed.

With little ceremony, you bite softly at his hip before hooking your fingers under his pyjama bottoms and pulling them down his legs. In your haste, you just notice the small patch of wetness on the clothing as precome soaks into the fabric.

His cock springs free, forcefully slapping against his lower stomach. And you don’t wait, can’t wait. You don’t even bother to finish pulling his trousers down before your mouth is on him. Kissing and licking all over the length of him before sucking his tip into your mouth with a satisfied moan.

He tastes so good, rich and salty and you take him deeper and deeper. The weight of him on your tongue easing that burn along your veins, that desperate need.

You press your left hand against his hip, your fingernails just on the edge of digging in too much, as you relax your throat and try to take him as deeply as you can.

Marc lets out a sob, one hand grabbing hold of yours, squeezing it until you squeeze back, the other fisting in his own hair as he bucks and moans out praises.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, thank you, I just-ah, oh god, that feels so good, taking me so well, fuckfuckfuck, please just, I,” the rest of his words are drowned out by gasps and groans.

All those pretty little sounds he made sent sparks of excitement along your spine, the sensation rushing straight to your core.

You pulled your mouth off him slowly, dragging your lips to the very tip and letting go with an obscene pop, before running the flat of your tongue up his cock. You traced the outline of a large vein before swirling around his head and lapping at his slit.

Marc gasped, his stomach muscles clenching at the sight of you alone. He arched upwards, eagerly following your mouth and sighing in gratitude as you took him deeply yet again. Pleasure was drumming deep in his lower stomach causing the muscles in his thighs to twitch and jump.

He squirmed a little, trying to free his legs from the twisted up confines of his pyjamas, but your body and the combined angle kept him trapped so he could only pull and wriggle in a vain attempt. There was a deep down part of him that liked it.

Liked being held at your mercy, wanted you to just take, and take, and take until there was nothing of him left.

He choked out your name. You were nearly so lost in the moment that you didn’t hear him, but the string of “wait, wait, wait,” that fell out of his mouth hit you clearly.

Quickly you pulled away from him, his hand still squeezing yours.

You breathed deeply, anxiety beginning to bubble along your skin. “You okay?”

Marc nodded, forcing his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and the droplets of tears in his lashes. “Really okay, I just,” he took a large breath, “I didn’t want to… you know.” He leans up and gives you a small smile.

You can’t help but grin back. Straightforward, quick thinking Marc didn’t want to say the word. “What?” You ask innocently, though your smile betrays your intentions as anything but. “You don’t want to finish? Orgasm?” You inch higher up his body until you can take his face in your hands, your lips inches from his. “Cum?”

He bites his lip and nods, his eyes dream like and glazed over. “Not yet.” He whispers.

You kiss him softly, slowly, dragging your lips over his and just dipping the tip of your tongue into his mouth, only sliding inside when he moans frustratedly and presses his hands against your lower back.

His cock skims against your thigh and he shivers at the feeling, the drag of your pyjamas over his sensitive skin.

You break the kiss briefly to pull off his top before you go back to kissing him, revelling in the warmth of his skin against yours.

He runs his left hand up your side, taking hold of your breast and groaning as he touches the soft skin before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

With a heady glee, he drinks down your moans of pleasure, repeating the action until you writhe against him and run your hand through his hair, pulling lightly.

He hums against your lips, savouring the sensation as he pressed his forefinger against your clothed pussy. You jump a little, arching towards him as he rubs little circles around your clit.

“Can I?” He mutters, kissing down your jaw and to your neck.

You nod, barely finishing the movement before Marc slips his fingers under your waistband and glides through your folds. He groans deeply against your neck at the feel of your click coating his fingers before pushing two fingers inside and curling them slowly.

You gasp loudly, arching into his touch. It’s too much, not enough as he presses into you and strokes gently.

“Marc,” you growl against him, his sweet careful movements driving you to insanity.

The next movements are a blur. You force his hand away from you, pushing him back to laying flat, and kick off your trousers before climbing on top of him and straddling his waist.

Your chests are flush, pressed close at this angle, as you reach down and move his dick against your core.

He lets out a little gasp of surprise that turns into a groan as you start to sink down, pressing his head into the pillows and exposing his neck.

“Please, I need to feel you,” you murmur, unsure if you’ll be able to stop yourself if he denies you.

Marc nods rapidly, hands on your hips and pulling you back, down onto him. He swears loudly as he fills you, moaning as your tight, wet heat completely envelopes him.

His moans only get louder as you start to move.

The angle is difficult in the cramped space, not enough room to bounce so you roll your hips against him, rising up and down lightly. Swirling them in a figure of eight.

You barely manage two rotations before Marc plants his feet, changing the position of where you meet slightly as he presses his lower back into the mattress and pushes down on your hips.

And it’s perfect.

You cry out, grabbing hold of his shoulders and writhing against him as he keeps dragging the head of his cock over and over that devastating spot inside. Stroking you carefully as he moves within you, echoing the maddening gentleness of his fingers from before.

You moan his name, pulling his hair and rolling with his movements as every deep stroke builds you higher and higher.

He bites his lip, hard. Groaning, and cursing and whimpering out little choked breaths of, “please, please, please,” with every lungful of air. He’s so painfully close, but he needs you to feel good, craves it more than breathing.

A fresh wave of wetness leaks out of you, sticking your thighs to his, and with a gasp somehow he slips in impossibly deeper. Grinding against you relentlessly, your orgasm builds dizzyingly fast. So close you can taste its sweetness.

You want to warn him, tell him how good he’s making you feel, but the air catches in your lungs and the words won’t come.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, the bed creaking relentlessly with the force of your thrusts.

The urge to bite overwhelms you and you sink your teeth into his neck. Hard. But not enough to break the skin.

Marc sobs out a cry of pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed as his back arches off the bed and you cum against him as he hits unthinkingly deep. Pleasure shakes along your every nerve as he keeps grinding, keeps hitting that same spot and you moan against his skin desperately as you keep cuming, as he relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm and into his own.

He cums deep, your pussy clenching around him as he pulses and thrusts. Pushing his release further into you.

It takes you both a good few minutes to recover, simply breathing heavily and holding each other tight.

It’s Marc who moves first, nuzzling into you and kissing your forehead. His arms wrapped tightly around you, your combined sweat sticking you to each other.

You press a kiss to his shoulder. “Sorry,” your voice is weak, tired. “You’re probably warm.” Part of you is unsure why that is seemingly your first concern.

Marc smiles. “I’m okay. Jake told us that your body temperature’s a bit higher because of Set.”

You chuckle lightly.

The Hunger had faded back to nothing. Blissful calmness.

“At least we don’t have far to go to clean up.” Marc looked down at you, a large, dopey love sick grin on his face. A look you are very much mirroring with your own expression.

“That’s true… Probably gonna make a mess getting off you though.”

Marc laughs. “Good.” He kisses you lightly, soft and sweet. “I don’t mean to get all, sorry, I mean, if you want this just to be a one time thing, I don’t min-”

“I would prefer it not to be.” You answer a little too quickly.

But Marc’s smile just widens. “Me too.” He hugs you tighter, relaxing into your embrace.

For a moment you both just stay like that, his hands on your back as you run your fingers over his chest and shoulder.

That’s when you catch sight of the bite you’d left on his neck.

Marc feels you grimace. “What is it?”

“I, erm,” you trace the outline and he shivers. “Left a bit of a mark there.”

He chuckles. “Good, maybe you can bite me harder next time.”

“Yeah?”

He hums a yes. “And in more places.

“Oh, I can definitely do that.”

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angel-with-paper-wings · 2 years ago

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The Siren’s Song

A super quick one-shot I threw together after being inspired by this amazing art done by @nipuni

This takes place while Erik the siren/merman is in Persia and working for the Shah, and Nadir is charged with making sure he is cared for and ready to suit the Shah’s whims. I hope you all enjoy and thanks again to nipuni for the incredible art and idea!

Rating/Warnings: rated T, tiny amount of gore, references to murder

The sun dipped just below the west horizon, painting the Mazenderan sky a bright blood-red. From the window of the great Persian palace overlooking the Caspian Sea, the sunset’s glowing splendor made for a breathtaking view. A single figure stood at the window; Nadir watched the light disappear below the horizon with a heavy sigh. With the end of the day came one of Nadir’s most important duties, one that he either found mildly enjoyable or extremely unpleasant. The probability of either outcome was as unpredictable as the waves in the sea below him.

Nadir tipped the last of his cup of tea into his mouth, letting the flavors cradle his tongue for a moment before turning away from the window. He then walked through the halls of the fine palace towards the kitchen. The Shah had spared no expense in the construction of the lavish building, which served as His Majesty’s personal home in the region of Mazenderan. Nadir Khan held authority of the property when the Shah was not present, and as such was in charge of the strange rituals that occurred within the building. Or, more accurately, below it.

In the kitchen, Nadir prepared two small baskets of sustenance, then took them and proceeded to the entrance to the palace’s cellars. Down the dark stone steps he treaded, so accustomed to the path by now that he could walk it without the aid of a lantern. He arrived outside a large wooden door with a ruby-encrusted doorknob. Willing his heart to stop beating so fast, he turned the doorknob and opened the door.

Inside was an enormous room, with dark stone walls lit intermittently with torches. The floor of the room was almost entirely missing, replaced instead with a great pool of black water. The surface of the liquid was eerily still and presented no indication of how deep it was. The stillness, coupled with the obtrusive feeling of unknown, gave any who entered it a chill along their spine.

Nadir felt the feeling wash over him again, but let it pass with a practiced air of calm. He stepped forward from the doorway onto the stone platform that formed the edge of the pool. The platform extended forward about three meters, before stopping at the water’s edge. However, a thin stone catwalk, wide enough for a single person to stand on at a time, extended out along the surface of the water, stopping in the center of the great pool. Simply standing on the platform near the door was terrifying enough, but many enemies of the Shah had found themselves being urged out onto the slippery catwalk to meet a ghastly fate. No one in their right mind would step foot on that catwalk, even if they were unaware of what lay beneath the water’s surface; even now, Nadir felt his primal defenses tensing and urging him not to step forward. But he had done this many times before.

He closed the wooden door and let the loud slam echo off of the stone walls. He then stepped forward across the platform with purposefully heavy footsteps: one, two, three, four, five. With a deep breath, Nadir then stepped forward onto the catwalk. He kept his movements slow and scanned the water carefully with his jade-green eyes.

Once he was almost at the edge of the walkway, he became aware of a strange sound surrounding him. It was so faint he did not notice it at first, but by each passing second it grew into a low droning note, half-breath and half-music. It seemed to rise from the water itself, the surface of which remained smooth and black as ink. The soft humming wove itself into Nadir’s mind, pulling him closer and closer, but he fought to keep his legs steady on the platform and his eyes fixed on the water. His voice called out into the chill air of the room, breaking through the humming with a single word.

“Erik?”

At once the humming stopped. Nadir looked around for any sign of movement below the murky water.

“You’re late,” a voice called from behind Nadir. The Persian man jumped and almost slipped on the stone catwalk, hissing out a curse. He turned around to see the figure of a man—well, a man’s head and torso—sitting atop the edge of the stone platform. Where his hips would have begun, the pale skin faded into black scales: the beginning of a long black tail that at the moment remained hidden beneath the surface of the dark water. The top half of the siren’s face was covered by a sculpted white mask, and the bottom half was curled up in an unsettling grin, his yellow eyes unblinkingly fixed on Nadir.

“I had to finish my tea,” Nadir muttered. “But I am not one to forget my duties.” He held up the pair of baskets in his hands.

The yellow eyes shifted to rest on the basket. Erik’s eerie grin widened, his thin lips pulling back to reveal two rows of razor-sharp fangs. Without warning the siren plunged himself into the water, barely leaving a ripple in his wake as he disappeared beneath the surface. The room became deathly quiet again, until Nadir saw a shimmering out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look down at the water next to him, and watched the spiny points of fins dragging along just under the surface. The whiplike tail then flipped out of the water, sprinkling Nadir with a spray of droplets. The man grumbled and wiped his face bitterly.

He whipped his head around to the other side and saw the siren’s head poking out of the water a few feet off of the catwalk, the sly grin frozen in place. Nadir knelt down on the stone walkway and said, “You make this quite difficult. Although I’m sure that is the intention.”

Erik scoffed. “You offend me, Daroga. It is always my intention to make guests feel comfortable when they visit my home.” He brought his bony elbows up to rest on the stone catwalk and craned his neck to see what Nadir was rummaging with in the basket. “What have you brought for me to break my fast with today, hmm?”

Nadir let out a huff as he extracted a large fish, freshly caught. He avoided meeting Erik’s eyes as the siren’s tongue poked out from between the thin lips, dragging across the dagger-like teeth. In the other basket, Nadir revealed his own meal: seasoned lamb kebab with rice and flatbread. At the sight of the “human” food, the siren turned up his nose. “You’ll spoil my appetite, Daroga,” he whined, inching himself further away.

Nadir gave Erik an amused glare while he sat and took a bite of the bread. The siren made a face of disgust before turning his attention to his own meal.

The strange pair began to eat together; at one point, Nadir looked up at the siren, but immediately wished he hadn’t. Erik’s mouth was rimmed with blood, and Nadir’s stomach turned as he watched the long tongue swipe hungrily over his fangs, wiping them clean of fish. “How is your new invention coming along?” Nadir asked, attempting to distract himself from the rather frightening image.

Erik’s yellow eyes sparked. “Perhaps you could tell me,” he said mischievously. At Nadir’s questioning look, he added, “I just tried it on you.”

Nadir frowned. “The humming?”

The siren nodded. Behind him, the fins of his long black tail splashed excitedly in the water. “I have found a frequency of sound that most humans find relaxing, even intoxicating. Amplifying this signal allows it to pass through water with relative ease, reaching their ears without them realizing the source…until it is too late.” The fang-filled grin flashed across his face again.

Nadir nodded in understanding. He wouldn’t lie, it made him a bit disappointed inside to know that Erik was capable of such ingenuity and artistry, only for it to be exploited in the name of causing torture and death. He sighed to himself.

“What about you, Daroga? How are things faring in the world above?” Erik asked as he set aside the bones of the fish and began picking at his fangs with one slender finger.

“Well, the Shah is having trouble finding a replacement vizier, one that he finds more trustworthy than the last.” Nadir couldn’t help his eyes from glancing over to where the scaly black tail shimmered and swished beneath the water. The last vizier, after his betrayal to the Shah was discovered, had found his death in this very room not a week prior, his neck snapped within the elastic force of that same strong tail. Nadir inhaled a deep breath to clear his thoughts. “As such, His Majesty has found himself under a lot of stress. He questions the loyalty of almost everyone around him. Because of this, I imagine you’ll be getting more…visitors soon.”

At Nadir’s last statement, Erik’s eyes darkened. “Visitors,” he spat the word with disdain. He pushed himself off of the stone catwalk and sunk lower into the water. He began to effortlessly swim in a circle before Nadir as he spoke impatiently. “There is no need for petty euphemisms, Daroga. I know what my role is to the Shah. I am his royal executioner; he sends me those he hates the most, the ones he wishes to see die the most agonizing deaths. And much like you, I am not one to forget the duties assigned to me.”

Nadir met the siren’s burning yellow gaze. “That is not the only role you fulfill, Erik,” he assured firmly. “You are an architect, the greatest Persia has ever seen. Your creations have brought wonder and beauty to many, not just terror and destruction. Trust me, you are valued much more than as a simple executioner.”

Erik’s tail lashed through the water, and he practically leapt forward until he was in front of Nadir. “Then why does the Shah keep me in a shallow tank and feed me like an exotic pet? Do not dare lie to me, Daroga, for I know my true worth in this country.” He slowly slid back into the water, turning his black-spined back to Nadir. His hand drifted up to touch the edge of the porcelain mask that hid half of his face. “I know my true worth…in this world.”

Nadir watched Erik with great pity within his noble and generous heart. After a quiet moment, he reached a hand into the inner pocket of his coat. “I believe you requested this a few days ago,” he said softly.

Erik turned his head around, and his eyes widened as he looked upon the object in Nadir’s hands. It was a large book, leather-bound with gold letters forming a title across the cover. He eagerly swam closer to find out what it said. “Italian Architecture of the 16th Century,” he read. His fingers reached up and snatched it from Nadir’s offering hands; he opened it up and began looking through it quickly, paying little attention to the small drops of water from his wet hands soaking through the pages. “Fascinating.”

Nadir smiled at his eagerness. “I suppose I’ll leave you to it, then. Enjoy your evening.” He have a small bow before standing and waking back along the catwalk to the stone platform.

Just as he reached for the door handle, he heard the voice behind him again say, “Daroga.” Nadir paused, before turning back around.

Erik slowly swam forward, cutting through the water like glass without leaving a single ripple. He reached the edge of the pool and pushed himself out with his wiry arms, resting the base of his tail on the stone platform. In the torchlight, Nadir could see the scars that slashed across his chest and shoulders, the way his ribs and joints protruded plainly from under his greyish pale skin. Despite the nocturnal darkness that rimmed his golden pupils, Erik’s eyes appeared soft as they focused on Nadir. “You have my thanks,” he whispered timidly.

A warmth erupted in Nadir’s chest as he took in Erik’s quiet words. With the corners of his lips turned up in a smile, Nadir gave Erik one final nod before opening the door and climbing back up to the world above.

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