Ok but srsly putting the fact that someone writes smut against them in an argument is so corny especially when you're the one who heavily dabbles in it yourself and it's not just the other person like no, you're not slick for gaslighting someone especially after the person finally snapped at your weird ass behavior like please cry about it I don't care if you cry in a corner abt it if you wanna bitch abt it take it to my dms because I will be dammed if I don't side with someone I've known longer and have more respect for
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flicking on the shitty lighter he stole from someone at a party, turning his hand over to heat up the ring with a cross and skulls, hair on his knuckles singing until it burns off. he hisses when his skin starts to burn, reaching out for you, snapping when you don’t move as fast as he’d like. he hovers the ring above your forearm, radiant heat over your skin before he presses the burning metal against you.
a quiet “shh shh baby, i know” when you wince, eyes screwing shut. he doesn’t hold it longer than a brief second, thumb smoothing over the new welt. he presses his lips to the mark, a little smile on his lips. “there,” he spreads a little blob of lotion over the burn, “now everyone knows who you belong to.”
The rest of her evening, Fraye refused help from anyone else. Any maiden or servent to come to her door, she turned away. She didn't want to bathe or eat. She only wanted her worries to ease.
She looked to the side room, staring at the large tub. She knows she should get the feel of that man off of her. She stands, starting to undress herself when the door opens suddenly. Sandor walks inside, locking the door behind him.
"Why are you refusing the servant's help?", he asks.
"I am fine, Sandor. I just don't want to be bothered."
"Do you want me to go?"
She can see the worry sudden on his face. She walks closer to him.
"No! You are the only person I want in this room with me."
She notices he is still covered in blood.
"You haven't washed.", she tells him.
"I've been angry."
"Well let me."
"No. I will wash later."
"Please? I was about to."
She turns, showing him that she started to lace down her dress.
He finds himself giving in to her. They moves to her washing area.
He sits, watching her. She tries to remove her dress with struggle.
"Let me help.", he says.
She nods, turning around, her back to him. He moves his hands up to unlace the rest of her dress. He pulls it down, the fabric dropping to the floor. She moves away, pulling off her underclothing. He watches her gather up her clothing and placing it off to the side.
"My turn.", she smiles, walking back to him.
"You don't have to. I have my own hands.", he replies, eyes unable to leave her bare body.
"I know you are capable Sandor, but I would like to."
She starts to unbuckle his armor, piece by piece. She gently sets them to the side, making sure not to damage them. Once he's down to his undershirt and breeches, he pulls her close to him.
"I don't know if I can control myself with you bare to me like this.", he whispers.
"I would kiss you but I'd rather not taste that man's blood on your lips."
He laughs, making her smile. She's never heard him laugh before and it makes her heart swell.
"Can you fit?", she asks, geturing to her tub.
Her tub is larger upon her request when she arrived. She likes to be able to soak with a lot of room.
"I can just bathe you.", he tells her.
"We can at least try?"
He gives in once again, standing to remove the rest of his clothes. She watches with amusement as he sits into the tub. His legs fitting as long as he sits straight up. She joins him, sitting down directly on his lap.
She grabs a cloth, wetting it. She begins to clean his face.
He sighs letting himself relax a little. The warmth of the water mixed with her warm touch is enough to almost calm his bones.
"I spoke to Jamie and Tyrion.", she tells him.
"About what?", he asks.
"They have both agreed to try to convice Cersei and Joffrey of our marriage."
"What did you tell them? Probably thought you crazy to want to marry me."
She moves hitting his chest with the cloth. He chuckles.
"I told them that neither of them would ever have to worry for my safety if I married you. That seemed to spark their interest."
"You would be right."
He takes the cloth from her, setting it down. His arms circle her waist, pulling her closer.
"I will protect you."
She brings her hands to touch the sides of his now clean face.
"I know you will. I am only safe in your arms."
He leans forward, capturing her lips. Her hands move to his shoulders. His kiss turns hungry. She can feel him stirring between her legs, causing her own arrousal to take interest. She starts to grind herself onto him. He groans, his hands gripping her hips.
"Please.", she whimpers when his lips move from hers.
"Seven hells woman.", he groans, his cock hardening under her.
He brings his hand down to position himself under her. He starts to move her hips back and forth. She's rubbing herself against him, giving them both a little relief. She moves her hands to his shoulder to support her movements. He watches her hips as they glide her cunt back and forth on his cock.
"Sandor.", she says.
He leans forward, kissing her hard.
Her hands tangle in his hair as his stays gripped on her hips. He pushes her hips harder, forcing her to rub him harder.
Fraye whimpers when they're lips pull apart. Everytime the head of his cock pushes against her nub, it sends her closer and closer to a peak.
It isn't long before she's coming on him, whining his name.
"Fuck.", he groans, feeling his own peak approaching.
"That's it kitten. Ride me.", he breathes.
She forces her sensitive body to continue, grinding down on him until he cums.
He holds her tight and buries his face in her shoulder, his teeth biting down on her shoulder.
She sighs at the new feeling, enjoying the litte bit of pain it causes.
"Gods.", he whispers.
She chuckles, "I can't wait to experience it all."
"It will be soon if you keep this shit up."
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Her eyes open slowly, feeling movement. She rolls over, realizing Sandor is slipping on his boots.
"You're leaving.", she grumbles.
She sits up, rubbing her eyes.
"I must.", he says, standing.
"I know."
He moves over to her, leaning down to kiss her tired lips.
He pulls away and he can see that she is sad to have him leave. He sits down at the edge, moving her to sit in his lap sideways.
"I will be back tonight if I am able.", he tells her.
She smiles with a nod. He kisses her once more, letting it linger for only a moment. He has to move her away and stand. He heads toward the door.
"Get some more sleep.", he tells her before slowly opening the door.
She watches him leave. She sighs, lying back in bed.
She rolls over to where he had laid, sighing as she feels his warmth still on the satin fabric.
"If we were husband and wife, he'd never have to leave me like this.", she thinks to herself.
She closes her eyes, imagining him cloaking her in yellow and black. She smiles, slowly drifting off to sleep with thoughts of him in her dreams.
If I sign up for Patreon now, will I get access to smut of previous months or not? I was interested in the Saturnalia one. Will I get access to the updated demo, too?
Hi! Yes, if you pledge to the Fox tier, you will gain access to the backlog, and to the updated demo. The demo is around 40k words long (for now it includes mainly Marcus, some Niall, a little Quinn). The next update will include Camilla and Tinsae, at least.
The smut backlog includes:
a toxic hate, uh, loving scenario with Marcus
a forest date with Niall
fooling around with Camilla in her wine cellar
waking up from a nightmare with Quinn
Saturnalia smut with Niall and Marcus
becoming an offering to Tinsae's goddess (as per usual)
kinda toxic Legate stuff
reading poetry with Marcus
aaand this month's smut RO is Quinn. That scenario is still in the works.
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Kazuto and Shino formed a bond based on shared guilt and trauma — taking a life. But with Kazuto gasping through the death rattle of his relationship, they commit a crime neither of them thought they would be capable of.
Rating: E
Word count: 5,920
this was a request that i was allowed to post. my first try at properly writing kazuto/shino!! i’m pretty happy with how it came out, given that i’ve never properly written them before — yay for trying new things!! :)
Surely it’s unofficial canon that Daemon, Rhaenyra, Harwin, Laena and Laenor all had a fivesome at some point, right? And I need someone to do a fanfiction about that ASAP (and who did what lmao)
I needed the friendships, the affairs, the orgies in the show. Leaving out the 1x05-1x06 inbetween is HBO’s biggest crime... right after S8.
I swoon for swoons, let me tell you! Lovely Lauren. Sweet @swoontodeath. She's so friendly and funny and very supportive! She is also a person with a variety of fun, excellent ideas! She has so much to offer, and I'm so very glad to share a space with such a special person!
it's an inevitable
Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 876. Underage. Soulmates. Student/teacher. Voyeurism.
A birthday gift?? For moi?? And such a perfect, lovely one at that! 💖 I was so touched to be gifted, and that was before I'd even read it! Reading it, though??? I am truly blessed.
Severus Snape can be patient. He's spent six years watching and waiting, after all.
no "i" in threesome
Harry/Severus. James/Severus. Harry/James/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,700. Time travel. Dub-con. Somnophilia. Incest. Threesome.
“Fuck me, Sev, this is too much for so early in the day,” James Potter says, when he pushes open the dormitory door to find his green-eyed doppelgänger balls-deep in Snape’s arse.
Or: Harry learns the hard way why wizards should never tamper with time.
pretty in panic
Horace/Theodore. Draco/Theodore. Rated: E. Words: 555. Underage. Rape/non-con. Student/teacher. Polyjuice. Coercion. Dead dove.
“Please,” begged Nott at once, his voice hoarse. The word sounded strange as it rolled off his lips, as though he wasn’t the sort of boy who was accustomed to begging.
Innocent boys were always the most fun to corrupt.
something lovers call fate
Fleur/Pansy. Rated: E. Words: 19,223. Veela Fleur. Sex worker Pansy. Dom/sub. Dom Pansy. Sub Fleur. Getting Together. Mutual Pining. Hurt/comfort.
Fleur Delacour’s magic is spilling out of her, drenching people in her scent and forcing them to obey her every command. What’s a Veela to do?
Enter Pansy Parkinson, tamer of dragons — and women.
this feels right (and i'm letting it)
Neville/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 17,870. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Quidditch injury. Light dom/sub. Wood You Rather 2022. Chubby Neville Fest 2022.
Oliver had planned to spend his recovery somewhere charming but boring, like a lakeside cabin or a house on the beach.
He had never expected to spend his days in a tea shop in Muggle London, learning about herbs and tea leaves from the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life.
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