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reading the scales of seduction by rien gray (f/f trans erotica) and i want to howl at how good every paragraph is. delicious writing. absolutely and firmly in my alley
#one of my itch.io finds#had to set down the last sun becuase the urban aspect just wasnt feeding me#might still circle back to it#but this is much more in line with what im looking for#book thoughts#the scales of seduction
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Reading: The Scales of Seduction (Rien Gray)
I read The Scales of Seduction by Rien Gray! It's a 33,000 word F/F erotic romance novella between a butch trans woman and a feral cis femme, focused on lesbian desire and reclaiming one's body from those who would destroy it.
Here's what I thought! (spoiler, I loved it)
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Erza Scarlet : Seduction Armor (Special Finish) ver [Fairy Tail] non scale from Union Creative coming July 2024.
#Erza Scarlet#Seduction Armor (Special Finish)#Fairy Tail#Non Scale#Union Creative#Girls with Swords#Girls with Weapons#Squatting#Eruza Sukāretto#Titania#Tattoos#Anime Figures
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Prince Jenson of Somerset
+ process & lore
Yayyyyy omg finally have drawn portraits of the four main characters!!!! I'll show the process of Jenson's first and then them all four together. Though it's a shame the Seb/Fernando ones are older, I think it's hopefully obvious how much I've improved since November?
Look at him in all his handsome, princely glory 🥹 It's funny, I'm always happy with the second sketch and initial lineart, and then I start coloring it and I absolutely hate it, and it takes a significant amount of time into the painting for me to like it again. And then I reach a certain point and I'm in love with it again. Ugh though I gotta say, I love drawing the curls, it's just so 18th century, but at the same point, man I always will love my original lineart for the hair the best ah. Also yes I absolutely had to give him a big ass hat with feathers, he really is that kinda guy to me. I originally drew a bicorne and then realized that those don't really exist until basically almost a century later oops, so tricorne it is!!
Okay now omg look at them all together 🥹
Haha wow I have improved a lot! Just like the Seb/Fernando ones, Mark and Jense's were meant to be put together. I think there's a lot of inherent characterization in their poses that highlight the difference between them. Mark is looking up, very wistful, looking up to greater people, greater things. Jenson's head is tilted down, almost looking at the viewer, he is very satisfied with his role and revels in it, he's here to slay!
Okay, yes, lore, characterization, sorry that it is so far down on the post!!
Jense would probably be the fan favorite if this AU was an actual book or show or something. He's the guy you randomly find while browsing Wikipedia and you're like, woah this guy is so cool??? Unlike Sebmarknando, he doesn't really have the same level of angst, he's kinda just chilling. He's a bit harder to write a lore post about, because he's basically that character who is always magically around the corner, ready to witness some crazy thing and just breeze past it.
He is less linked to Seb than people like Mark and Fernando, because he's basically just his personal minister of transportation(read: horse fucker), so he avoids a lot of the relationship complications and drama, but that isn't to say he's completely uninvolved. He really likes Seb, and loves to hang around with him and serve him, but he's not as beholden to him. He's who everyone goes to air their grievances or to get away from the others, and he's very happy with this role. He's generally willing to play any side in an argument, but does tend to have a pretty big soft spot for Seb overall(Seb also gives him cuteness aggression, and he wants to bite him. Especially when Seb puffs himself up and acts super bratty when he gets offended at not being seen as a proper ruler.)
He's royalty from other kingdom, but pledged his loyalty to Seb's kingdom when he was quite young and has served him(his father first) ever since. He started off somewhat low in the military, rose to a pretty high rank, was a renowed war hero, and then ended up retiring pretty early to tend to Seb's horses. That's an oversimplification, but yeah. He liked the military life, was very good at it, but decided he had done enough, and wanted to be involved in more direct service, albeit more laid back. As I mentioned in Mark's post, Mark *really* doesn't understand his choice to do this, because if Mark had been in Jense's position, he can't ever imagine being able to let all that go and living the quiet life.
He is the palace whore, everyone has been with him honestly. It'll be like, some man walks into his bedroom, only to see Jenson in bed with his wife, but instead of being angry, he's like "wow you couldn't even wait for me??" He's just very carefree, and happy to just slut around and tend to Seb's horses.
I think he definitely still advises Seb, and would go to battle if truly need be, but generally seems to be living in a different world than the weird psychosexual homoerotic political drama that the others seem to be living in. But as I said, it's not like he doesn't contribute to it! He loves to goad Fernando, and constantly plays devil's advocate in "debates" between Fernando and Seb. He's also obviously the one that keep "accidentally" locking them in rooms and forgetting where the key is.
Sorry if this isn't very explanatory, I hope it gives a general idea to the type of character he is???? As always, let me know if you have any questions! I kinda struggled on what to write here because I'm finishing this at almost 8 am 😭 so I'm not sure if it's great or not. But basically you need to know: horse fucker who is generally breezy and carefree but also can be a bit of a menace to society every once in a while.
#YAYAAAAAAA PRETTY HAPPY WITH THIS ONE!!!!#lmfao tho not 100% sure about the lore notes because i wrote this at like 8 am#hope its understandable 😭 and that you love jense as much I do#hes probably the funniest character in the AU#and like if it wasn't centered on seb/nando he would be the favorite#hes just often there as my kinda reaction character#tho both he and Mark are reaction characters but on opposite sides of the scale and they play off each other#jenson walks into a room where sebnando are psychosexually glaring at each other from across the room#and hes like hmmm how can i make this worse#and mark is the type to walk into the room. see whats going on. and briskly walk away#so jense absolutely loves to tease him w this kinda thing and just make any situation 100x worse(aka funnier)#well funnier for him probably not the other people involved#but its okay bcs they love him. hes jense!!! who wouldn't love him!! hes our favorite guy!! our jense!!!#I just love to imagine he gets all the sides of the gossip and is like hmm yes yes interesting#but doesnt use it for scheming or evil but rather just to tease and be annoying and make everyone blush :)#okay well anyways wow im not really discussing the art itslef sorry!!!@#I think he looks so handsome pretty in this 🥺#hes pretty difficult to draw but i think it came together when i gave him freckles tbh#i hope he gives off carefree but seductive but laidback prince 🙏🙏#f1#formula 1#jenson button#catie.art.#boy king au#*not sure about his title officially yet. i mean hes from somerset but yeah idk its okay
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Seduction 101, according to Ayan: Step 1/?: Accidentally-on-purpose flash your tattoo.
#the eclipse#the eclipse the series#theeclipseedit#bldramaedit#akkayan#firstkhao#akk.exe has encountered a problem#stare a little longer akk maybe you'll figure it out#mine: thai bl#mine: akkayan#mine: the eclipse#mine: akk#mine: ayan#mine: seduction 101#that's a tag now#now i HAVE to make more#my edits#my gifs#alternate title was ayan's guide to distractions: pull down ur pants#the fact that first plays both ends of the scale is never not funny to me#insert yok 'should i take off my pants' gif#he's either suggesting it or being flustered by it#bravo sir
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If Dragon!Giovanni had a DnD class, he’d be a bard since this dude rolled a natural 20 to seduce this big ol’ hydra
Dragon!Ghetsis is NOT impressed
(This is just a sketch that I’ll clean up later on)
#dragon au#draco scaled au#pokemon au#dragons#artists on tumblr#digital art#dragon art#dragon!giovanni#dragon!ghetsis#wip time#giovanni pokemon#ghetsis pokemon#terribledadshipping#(insert generic dnd seductive bard joke here)
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sometimes I think about how because of the real-world time lag it feels like Viren and Aaravos have been dancing dangerously and broodingly around their simmering sexual tension forever but in reality Viren has literally only been aware of Aaravos for like a couple months, max, not counting the time he's dead??? though Aaravos may have been watching Viren through the mirror like "sooner or later I am going to wreck that ass" for much longer, I mean who knows
anyway my brain somehow always kind of wants to register anything where they get together after s3 as "slow burn" but that means the non-"slow burn" version of the relationship has to be basically "Viren drops his pants pretty much the INSTANT he sees Aaravos in the mirror like 'well I can't NOT fuck him'"
... which tbf is a not-insignificant number of viravos fics lmao
#viravos#ngl i kind of love this pairing best at its absolute trashiest#i guess you could say it's whirlwind seduction for viren and slow burn for aaravos but#slow burn for aaravos is probably actually on the scale of centuries
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2.5 Dimensional Seduction | Mikari Tachibana | TENITOL TALL (FURYU)
#furyu#tenitol#tenitol tall#2.5 dimensional seduction#mikari tachibana#mikari#anime figure#non scale
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Shimmering Scales and Stormy Seas
Prompts: Shimmering scales, mermaid, seduction
Rarepair Bingo Challenge: Type in a new pairing
Fandom: The Witcher (all media types)
Rating: Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Relationship: Jaskier/Mermaid
Additional Tags: First Time, Oral Sex, Sex with a mermaid, POV Jaskier | Dandelion, Smut
Words: 800
Summary: This is the story of Jaskier's first time. Decide yourself if it is true or just a tall tale.
Warning: slight NSFW under the cut!
“Mm, you taste good, human," she says in this euphonious version of the Elder Speech he only understands half of, if he understands it at all. However, it is so melodious and pleasing to the ear that she could say something like ‘I’m going to eat you neck and crop’ and he would still find it sexy as hell. Anyway, even if she were going to eat him alive, there is nothing he could do about it, mesmerised as he is by not only her exceptional beauty and her sing-songy voice, but also by what she is doing. He cannot really see it at the moment for her flowing, celadon green hair is all over his lower body - his very naked lower body - but he can feel it. And how he can feel it! Her lips are of the same light green colour as her nipples, and they are moving up and down his cock in a way that gives him the holy shivers. Who would have thought he would end up lying on the beach at dawn having his first time with a fucking mermaid? He definitely did not imagine anything like it when he rowed over to the island to have a look at the famous mermaid rock. Just for curiosity’s sake, of course, and because of the heartbreaking poetry of the legend, not because he believed for one second that mermaids actually exist. Now he does. And how they exist!
Continue reading on Ao3:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46510078
@smubbles-etc
@witchermonstermayhem
@cake-shop-rarepair-bingo
#witchermonstermayhem2023#witchermonstermayhemday13#witchermonstermayhemday22#shimmering scales#mermaid#mesmerised#seduction#jaskier#joey batey#smut#the witcher#the witcher netflix#octodrabble#smubble#the witcher fanfiction#witcher fic#jaskier's first time#cake shop rarepair bingo#the witcher rarepair#new pairing
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Wonderful! You have just won the prize for the most totally random response to a completely unrelated subject that has come across my Tumblr feed to date (because seriously, WTF does cheese have to do with social security numbers? Absolutely nothing. Unrelated subject. Next!)
. I'm still looking for candidates for 1) funniest wet-behind-the-ears-puppy proving their total ignorance of a subject trying to talk about it like they were totally cool with it and had any idea WTF they were talking about; 2) Most totally niche fandom talking like they were da bomb of the world and everyone else is an idiot for it not being totally obvious to the rest of the world just exactly who the hell these characters are again and WTF THEY're talking about; and 3) Most long-suffering. maybe even wryly humorous post from those on here who actually KNOW WTF we're talking about and prove it by NOT trying to tell anyone because the minute you're insecure enough to not KNOW you know what you're talking about and have no need to prove it to anybody, you've just raised questions in my mind whether you really DO know WTF you're talking about or if you're just kidding yourself
Edit: oh BTW, this doesn't even answer the question because it isn't the cheese that's purple, its the purple mold in it showing just like in bleu cheese (to go by the French spelling of the CHEESE name most commonly used in cookbooks) the blue color is from the MOLD.
Cheese is made from milk.
Milk, as far as I know, is only one color, or two if you count colostrum. And it ain't purple, and it ain't blue, it's absolute Milk White. And while TECHNICALLY according to the hex code that artists colorr belongs to the Pastel Purple color family, I consider whoever made that decision as crazy as anyone who, actually knowing how these cheeses are made, tries to argue at me that that means it ain't the mold rather than the cheese that makes this picture look purple
Wonderful! time for a celebration... Some good news from the other is unrelated. Das ist meine familie . Guess who has acquired an almost messianic reputation 🅸🅽 the minds of certain citizens. his figure is synonymous with the Darkest urges of instinct, ignorance And decay. some of the laziest, shortest comments seem to get em out of here alive.. Will you answer questions in the wrong way about it and played a cafe before. *bends over seductively to pick up a piece of furniture with a raised surface supported by legs, Commonly used to seat a single person whom i’ve ever liked. Rather uncomfortable about lions Specifically, but it’d make milk.. It is variable in color, from downy grayish white to golden brown to dark Charcoal gray. Roboclown clowning around on my broom, and you try to jump over a fence at an angle, the horse won't like it, but i know it ain't mine I'm kinda hurt but I don't think we can still win. Hex me.
#ANSWER#DAY 15#garbage-empress#1426TH#Wonderful! time for a celebration... One is evil#The other is unrelated. What can you do? . Guess who has acquired an ALMOST messianic reputation in the minds of certain citizens. his figu#ignorance and decay. some of The most hardened Warriors. I see that you answer questions in the wrong messdom. *bends Over seductively to p#commonly used to seat a single person who was leading the full-scale research on the ancient civilization was Craymen. Rather uncomfortable#but it’d make milk.. It is variable in color#from downy grayish white to golden brown to dark charcoal Gray. I think it is well you should know it ain't mine i'm kinda dumb. Hex me.
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finished the scales of seduction. solid contender for my favorite book of the year. wow wow wow
#final quote count: 48 😵💫#the scales of seduction#book thoughts#might say more about this later. i need to marinate
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The Venom’s Test
Naga bf x fem!reader— oral (f!receiving), aphrodisiac injection, multiple orgasms, anal, aftercare
Naga bf whose aphrodisiac venom acts differently on humans. He’s never used it before, not with you, his adorably short human. Short compared to him anyway. You were much shorter than most monsters and that’s who he’s only ever used it on before.
He has no idea how you’d react, how strong it would be, and how long it would inevitably end up lasting. He has no control over how much he injects into his victims either. It merely shoots out of him and pumps his pleasure mates full of his seductive venom.
Your bf had certainly never expected you to ask him to. Until one day when you do. Your weak trembling body lay limp within your shared den. Your drenched pulsing pussy weeping and begging for more. Hands reaching out and beckoning your mate to finally mount you after having pulled countless orgasms from your spoiled cunt with only his nimble fingers and forked tongue.
���Want more,” you whimper, your eyes clouded over in a haze of lust. Your pussy clenches around nothing, pushing more of your essence out as if imagining his entering you and wanting to make room for his hot seed.
“I don’t think you can handle anymore, my sweet nightingale,” Naga bf rasps, his eyes gleaming like a predator close to entrapping their prey.
Your neck automatically bares itself to him and your bf’s natural instincts spark to life. The desire to wrap his tail around your body and slowly fuck the life out of you till you’re nothing but a mindless drooling mess inflames within him. His claws dig into the mess of blankets and cushions that make up your bed together.
“Want your venom then. Please, please give it to me,” you cry, already such a blubbering mess for him. Naga bf can’t help but imagine how much worse it’ll get once his venom is coursing through you and heating up your blood till you can do nothing but fuck him.
Naga bf’s already short leash of restraint instantly snaps at your begging. With a loud sharp hiss, your bf slithers his way up your body until his surrounding and covering every inch of you. His scales drag along your sensitive body and you whimper as the sensation mixes perfectly with the smooth skin of his chest. Arms wrapping around his neck you bring him impossibly closer to you, both of you soaking up each other’s body temperature as you grind against each other.
“Need your cocks, need your fangs. Don’t make me wait, I can’t wait,” you say through blurry eyes and more tears. Your bf lets out another hiss, softly shushing you in his own tongue. It sends shivers along your body as he comforts you. His lips brushing away your tears as he kisses down your cheeks and to your neck.
With your neck still bared for him, your Naga bf pushes his fangs down into your neck. His eyes rolling back at the ease in which his fangs sink into your flesh and the moan that leaves your lips. Venom shoots out from his fangs and into your form, causing his body to spasm, cocks slipping out from their sheath and slapping right against your dripping cunt.
A fierce burns runs hot within your body almost immediately. Starting at your neck and slowly pulsing down throughout your every limb. Another long moan leaves you, registering your bf’s cocks slipping between your folds. As if your body moves on its own you tilt your hips, rubbing your puffy clit against the bulging veins of his length.
“You’re alright. I got you, pretty bird,” your bf murmurs, his words coming out muffled as he keeps his fangs in your throat. But of you loving the connection it brings, even as you squirm from the heat and arousal that threatens to overwhelm you. But you trust him.
With your pussy more than prepped for his size, your bf drops a hand down and guides his huge girth right into your precious gummy walls. You both grunt as he pushes his tip inside you, taking his time and letting you feel as you slowly split a part on his length.
But the longer it takes the worse the heat gets. You pant heavily, nails digging into the snake body of your bf. Arousal pooling out of you and dribbling onto your bf’s hungry cock.
Not being able to take it, you quickly roll over your joined bodies until you’re straddling the large snake form of your bf. You grunt as the tumble causes your bf’s fangs to rip out of your throat and with a snap of your hips you take the entirety of one of your Naga bf’s cocks in one thrust. The combined sensation of pain and pleasure radiate through you, cooling down the heat for a moment.
Naga bf hisses, his gaze staring up at you with an intensity that brings back the heat tenfold. His tail quickly slides its way around your body and you moan at the tight squeeze that surrounds you, keeping you trapped right where you are on his dick.
Your hands rest on his chest as a few torturous moments later Naga bf starts bouncing you on his cock, forcing you to follow along with his pace. The heat and the need that claws its way down to your core continues to heighten as your bf sits up and licks the droplets of blood that fall down your neck. You groan, pussy clenching down on his girth.
“What do you need,” he hisses in your ear, knowing the pace he’s setting isn’t anywhere close to what the aphrodisiac venom demands.
“More, dammit!”
That’s the last thing you’re able to get out as Naga bf slides his cock almost all the way out of your pussy before slamming you back down his length. The heat within you roars to life as your bf moves your body around like a flesh light, stuffing himself inside you over and over again without a second to breathe.
Your first orgasm comes quickly and you aren’t surprised given your bf’s venom, having heard what it can do to someone. You cry out his name, clenching down hard on his cock as your body seizes and your orgasm wracks through you. Naga bf works you through it marvelously, not even close to coming.
Frustration mixes with the heat in your body as you realize the flames within you haven’t been clenched. Your bf’s eyes gleam darkly as if he already knew this. Proven further as he doesn’t stop fucking his cock inside your drooling cunt.
Though that gleam fades as he helps push you both through climax after climax. The heat seeming to never fade inside you. The venom testing just how far you can push each other. And you both keep going. Your bf alternating you between his cocks as you your body urges you to cum again and again, the overstimulation too much for him to handle and needing even a slight break. Meanwhile your own overstimulation only appears to fuel you into your next orgasm. Even as you alternate between your own fucked out holes.
Eventually your body is trembling too much for you to keep up on your own and you collapse onto your Naga bf. Like his tail wrapped firmly around you, his arms encircle your waist and hold you to him as you continue to thrust his length inside you, working you through your last orgasm. The heat having simmered down over time and with many of your releases.
“Is that what usually happens?” You breathe out in awe as euphoria washes over you as your last orgasm begins to ebb away.
Naga bf caresses your back, content to keep himself inside you even as the sparks and aftershocks continue to make his body twitch. At your question he laughs lightly in disbelief and shakes his head.
“No. No, this was so much better,” he says, the awe in your voice is mirrored in his.
The two of you lay boneless and cuddling in your den, the fact that both of you are thinking but neither are saying rings true through the air.
You’ll definitely be doing this again.
#terato#monster fucker#monster smut#monster fuqqer#monster fudger#monster fluff#monster fic#monster imagine#monster lust#monster lover#monster romance#monster#monster bf#monster boyfriend#naga#naga boyfriend#naga oc#naga smut#naga x reader#naga x human#monster x reader#monster x human#monster x fem!reader#yandere monster x reader#monster x you#monster x female#monster x girl#monster x y/n#reader x monster#human x monster
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I'm playing the New Vegas modpack Tales of Two Wastelands called Capital Punishment that starts in Fallout 3 and I b-lined to Arefu to do the Blood Ties quest so I could mediate the situation and become a vampire because it's an amazing trait in basegame Fallout 3 and I like the questline.. what I didn't expect was that I was playing with a mod that made vampirism an actual mechanic that replaces your thirst meter. So now I'm playing as a chaotic good Jewish vampire named Liora, who feasts on the blood of her enemies, but also sometimes have to forgo her morals and sacrifice innocents to satiate her unquenchable thirst for blood.
#i was gonna die from bloodthirst so i had to kill a poor settler in Megaton as he was walking home for the night :c#i love this character so much already and its all just been happy accidents that have somehow created a really interesting rp experience#because the survival mechanics in this modpack are insanely deep and punishing#shes also high charisma with sex appeal as a trait and I'm getting the seduction perks later when the brutal level scaling will allow it#am I projecting when playing a hypersexual bi jewish vampire? maybe. But that's what rpgs are for babyy#it's absolutely worth the constant radiation poisoning that's exceedingly expensive to cure and decreases your max hp when you're in the su
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Cregan Stark - An Alliance of Seduction
Summary - A cunning princess uses her allure to seduce Lord Stark, blending political ambition with primal desire. Her bold seduction turns their fiery union into a high-stakes dance of control, pleasure, and conquest, securing an alliance that tilts the balance of power in her favour.
Pairing - Cregan Stark x Targaryen reader
Warnings - Sexual content (smut!!)
Word count - 2368
Masterlist for Cregan • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.
If there's one thing I knew how to do well, it was getting what I wanted. My current ambition was clear, to secure the North for my brother.
I dismounted my dragon with ease, Silverwing's discomfort in the cold evident in her every mannerism. No one understood her better than I did.
"Lykirī," I murmured softly, my fingers gently tracing the delicate patterns on her scales. She relaxed slightly under my touch, her breath warm and steady. Calm.
After a final reassuring pat, I carefully removed my gloves, letting them drop beside Silverwing, then peeled off my large coat.
I exhaled deeply, focusing on the task ahead with a calm, deliberate resolve. I had prepared myself for this moment, and now it was time to execute my plan.
It didn't take long to determine the location of Lord Stark, and, regrettably, that of my nephew as well. My pace was unhurried as I approached the chamber door. When I reached it, I paused for a moment, my hand resting on the cool wood, before pushing it open with a gentle, almost calculated force.
The door creaked slightly, drawing the attention of both men inside, their gazes snapping toward me.
"Princess?" Cregan's voice held a note of surprise, but I offered him a warm, confident smile as I stepped further into the room.
"Nephew," I greeted Jace with a purposeful tone, noting the subtle tightening of his jaw as he clenched it. I watched as he set down the drink he'd been holding, his movements betraying a flicker of unease.
"I believe it is my turn to state my case," I announced, my voice carrying a sharp edge of determination.
Cregan's eyes darted between us, trying to gauge the situation. Jace, sensing the shift, let out a resigned sigh and rose to his feet with deliberate slowness.
"It's only fair that both sides are given an equal chance," I continued, my gaze never wavering from Jace's. "We should play fair, nephew."
Jace offered a curt nod, his displeasure evident in his posture. Without another word, he turned and made his way out of the room, his exit marked by a glance that conveyed just how little he enjoyed leaving me alone with Cregan.
As Jace's figure disappeared beyond the door, I shifted my attention back to Cregan, who sat observing the exchange with a blend of intrigue and cautious interest.
"Lord Stark," I finally acknowledged him, inclining my head slightly in a gesture of respect.
He moved to stand, but I quickly interjected, my voice firm yet polite. "Please, stay seated." I crossed the room toward him with a purposeful stride, my movements fluid and intentional.
"It's rather cold here," I remarked, my tone almost conversational as I began to untie the laces of my dress.
His eyes followed my every movement with a mixture of fascination and disbelief, and a quiet sense of satisfaction stirred within me.
"Princess, what are you doing?" His voice wavered slightly, betraying his internal conflict as he watched the fabric of my dress slip from my shoulders, pooling at my feet and leaving me bare before him.
I took the seat opposite him, reclining with an air of nonchalance as I crossed my legs, my posture both inviting and commanding.
"Perhaps you have a solution to warm me up," I suggested, my voice laced with a sultry undertone that left little to the imagination.
"Losing your clothes is certainly not the solution," he replied, though his gaze continued to roam over my body, betraying the wariness in his words.
"Are you saying you would prefer me dressed?" I leaned forward slightly, my voice dropping to a hushed, intimate tone as my eyes locked onto his.
"I am not a fool," he stated, his tone firm but lacking the conviction it had held moments before. A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of my lips.
"Good," I whispered, rising from my seat with a feline grace and closing the distance between us. I could feel the tension radiating from him, his resolve faltering.
Reaching out, I traced a finger along the line of his jaw, reveling in the shiver that ran through him at my touch.
"The North can be so cold, Lord Stark. Don't you think it deserves a little warmth?" My words were soft, almost a purr, as I leaned in closer.
His breath hitched, the moment stretching between us. I knew then, without a shadow of doubt, that I had him.
I pushed him back gently, guiding him until his back met the chair. With careful precision, I lifted myself onto his lap, straddling him. One hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, while the other threaded through his hair.
"I can offer you something my nephew cannot," I murmured into his ear, my breath warm against his skin. My lips hovered close, brushing against his ear as I whispered the words that would change everything. "My hand in marriage."
I leaned back slightly, ensuring that our eyes met, I wanted him to fully grasp the weight of my offer, to feel the gravity of what I was proposing.
"A powerful alliance," I continued, my voice silky and assured. I could see the thoughts racing behind his eyes, his mind working to process the implications of my words.
His gaze flickered across my face, as though searching for any sign of deception, but there were none.
A small, satisfied smile played on my lips. I had him.
"Pledge your support for my brother," I purred, leaning in closer, my voice dripping with promise, "and you can have me." His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Do it, and I'm yours forever."
My hand traced a slow path down his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his clothes. Reaching his hand, I guided it upward, bringing it to rest on my chest. I cupped his hand around my breast, savoring the thrill that ran through me at his touch.
I could feel him unraveling under my influence and it was immensely satisfying.
"All yours," I whispered, letting my hand drop away, leaving his to linger. As I expected, his fingers tightened slightly, squeezing, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips.
"What do you say, Lord Stark?" I asked, my voice a low, seductive drawl as I removed his hand from me, pinning it to the armrest of the chair.
"It sounds like a wonderful plan to me, Princess," he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper, laced with desire. I chuckled quietly, the sound rich with triumph.
"Then, Lord Stark," I said, my voice commanding yet teasing, "I believe it is your duty to keep this dragon warm." I shifted slightly, giving him the space to remove his pants, the fabric rustling in the silence of the room.
As he did, the heat of his desire became tangible, matching my own. I moved closer, pressing myself against him, feeling the raw, potent power of our connection.
"Let's seal our alliance," I whispered, my lips brushing his ear with a featherlight touch. "Right here, right now."
The words were both an invitation and a command, the final step in binding him to me in every way.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from his lips.
Slowly, I began to stroke his length, savoring the way he responded to my touch. Each stroke was deliberate, my fingers curling around his shaft, exploring every inch of him. The thrill of his pleasure sent a shiver down my spine.
His breathing grew ragged, his body trembling beneath my hand. I could feel the tension building within him, his need for me becoming more urgent with each passing moment. His eyes met mine, filled with a burning desire that mirrored my own.
"You feel so good," I murmured, my voice low and sultry.
I increased the pace of my strokes, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair, knuckles white, as he struggled to maintain control.
With a wicked smile, I leaned in closer, my breasts brushing against his chest.
"Imagine how it will feel when I'm wrapped around you," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. His cock twitched in my hand, a clear sign of his arousal reaching its peak.
Unable to wait any longer, I lifted myself slightly and guided him to my entrance. His eyes widened in anticipation, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath my touch.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, the sensation of him filling me sending waves of pleasure through my body. The heat and hardness of him against my core was intoxicating.
My breath caught in my throat as I took him deeper, the stretch and fullness creating a delicious tension that made my entire body tingle with anticipation.
I paused for a moment, savouring the fullness, the way his length filled every inch of me. My hips instinctively rolled in slow, deliberate movements, each move designed to drive us both closer to the edge.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, his touch both firm and sensual as he matched my rhythm. The friction between us built steadily, creating a delicious tension that seemed to electrify the air.
His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze deepening the connection between us. The way he looked at me, with such raw desire, made me feel like the only person in the world.
"You're mine now," I whispered fiercely, my voice thick with possessive hunger.
I quickened my pace, riding him with an unrestrained fervour that left him gasping for breath. I leaned back, supporting myself on his thighs, giving him a full view of my body as I took him deeper and deeper inside me.
The sight of his eyes locked on mine, the way he looked at me with sheer amazement, only spurred me on.
His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. His fingers traced the lines of my ribs, skated over my waist, and cupped my breasts, his touch igniting a fire within me.
"You're incredible," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't resist you."
I smirked, knowing I had completely enchanted him. The way he responded to every movement, and every touch, made me feel powerful and desired.
"Good," I replied breathlessly. "Don't resist. Give in to me."
I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Our mouths moved together with a hunger that matched the raw, primal need in our bodies. His tongue danced against mine, exploring, claiming, as I continued to move on top of him.
"More," he begged against my lips, his voice strained. "I need more."
I grinned wickedly, breaking the kiss and shifting our positions. I pushed him down onto the floor, straddling him with a commanding presence. I pinned his wrists above his head, my fingers pressing down firmly yet gently.
"Watch me," I commanded, my voice a husky growl. "Watch me take you."
I rode him hard and fast, my movements wild and unrestrained. His eyes were locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of awe and desire that only fueled my movements. Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, our bodies moving together in a frenzied dance of passion.
"You're a true dragon," he panted, his eyes glazing over with pleasure as he struggled to maintain control. "I can't... I can't hold on much longer."
"Then don't," I whispered fiercely, my voice a seductive command.
With a final, powerful thrust, he cried out, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave. The intensity of his orgasm triggered my own, sending me into a blissful shattering of sensation. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body, my cries mingling with his as we both reached the peak of our passion.
But Cregan wasn't done. With a surge of strength and determination, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. The look in his eyes was feral, reflecting the primal hunger that consumed us both.
"My turn," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
Before I could respond, he was moving inside me again, his pace relentless and demanding. He pinned my wrists above my head, his grip firm yet tender, and leaned down to claim my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with a newfound urgency as if he couldn't get enough of me.
The change in position drove him deeper, and I cried out in pleasure, arching my back to meet his thrusts. "Yes, Cregan," I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. "Take me. Claim me."
His eyes burned with intensity as he pounded into me. "You're mine," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "All mine."
He released my wrists, his hands roaming over my body, his touch was both rough and tender, a perfect blend.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. "Cregan," I gasped, my voice trembling with need. "I need you."
He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. "You have me," he said, his voice a low, husky growl. "All of me."
His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he drove into me with renewed intensity. The force of his thrusts sent me spiralling towards another climax, the tension coiling tighter within me.
"Let go, my dragon." he commanded, his voice rough with need.
With a final, powerful thrust, we both reached the peak of our pleasure once more. Our cries echoed through the room, a symphony of passion and release. I felt myself shatter around him, the waves of pleasure more intense than before.
He followed me over the edge, his release flooding inside me, filling me completely.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed against me, our bodies slick with sweat. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we came down from our high. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady reminder of the bond we had forged.
In that moment, I knew I had achieved my ambition.
If there was one thing I knew how to do well, it was getting what I wanted, and tonight, I had secured the North for my brother in a way that no one else could.
A/n - Wrote 'The Art of Persuasion' and immediately knew I wanted to do a Cregan version as well even though we know full well he's team black for life xx
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Reverse Robins AU where everyone is their canon ages but Bruce gets them backwards
And Sooner, thus smaller
Cass: David Cain makes the mistake of letting Bruce know of Cass. Bruce comes back to Gotham with an infant while David Cain resurfaces years later with a case of broken spine. Alfred is torn between pride in his son and exasperation at his newfound hobby of dressing like a furry. (Cass's first word is "bat")
Damian: Talia looks at Bruce (and his ruthlessness in child protection), likes what she sees, and decides he's her new baby daddy. She then spends the next few years in a push-pull seduction trip with Bruce (consensually, fuck you) while simultaneously building up her power base, weeding out her father's men, and plotting his downfall. However, when she becomes pregnant she vanishes for several months only for a baby to appear in Bruce's bed; swaddled in a beautiful blanket and tucked next to the wickedly sharp knife she murdered her father with. Cass is eight years old.
Tim: Bruce doesn't adopt Dick, he doesn't become Robin, thus Tim never connects crazy acrobatics between circus child and traffic light. He's still a baby stalker with an interest in Gotham's nightlife, but here batman works alone. He eventually figures it out anyway, but not before getting involved in something he really shouldn't have which leads to Bruce looking into the Drakes much sooner. By the time they fly back from wherever the hell they've been three months later, Tim's already living with the Wayne's and Bruce has legal blackmail a mile wide. Nine year old Cass has a new little brother big enough to dance with, One Year Old Damian is decidedly unimpressed as toddlers can be, and Six Year Old Tim is starry-eyed at living with the actual batman.
Jason: is eight years old when one of Batman's rouges explodes the building he lived in with his mother and Willis. (Something that wouldn't have happened if he had another pair of hands to help and distract with a quip and a laugh) Bruce Wayne finds him stealing his converter while visiting the memorial he set up in Park Row for his parents. (Jason doesn't know what this rich idiot with more money than sense wants with him; probably as a "playmate" toy for his three spoiled brats no doubt, but at least he'll be off the streets.) One kidnapping later and Jason is of the firm belief that he's still a rich idiot with more money than sense, because all his sense was beaten out of him in that fursuit. Jason turns nine with a seven year old stalker, a two year old demon, and a ten year old shadow as siblings and he's never been happier.
Dick: Oof. The scales of fate aren't fucked with lightly. His future siblings may have happier lives, but only because he suffered instead. Here's the deal: As in canon, the Graysons came to Gotham and died when Dick was nine. However, Bruce never went. Cass was sick, so Bruce never saw the Graysons fall. The Court of Owls did. And the rest, they say, is history. (Until the Kidnapping of Jason Todd, "Street trash" sullying the Wayne name, cracks the Court's disguise and Batman finds an immortal sixteen year old Assassin in the depths of Gotham's oldest cult.
#Dc comics#batfam#batfamily#bruce wayne#cassandra cain#damian wayne#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#Shhh don't question the timeline#Flash broke it again#Worry about it when Impulse shows up#consent baby damian I can retcon shit too DC writers you can't stop me#Fanfiction is just unofficial retconning#Reverse Robin AU#except not lmao#talon dick grayson#Bruce's age is whatever I guess#Alfred is an ageless cryptic#Only counting “canon adoptions”#Or I would've added Steph and Duke
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2.5 Dimensional Seduction | Liliel | 1/7 Scale Figure (Lucrea / Megahouse)
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