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alexandriaellisart · 3 months
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can u keep a secret?
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Hallow shippers & readers!
We're still going strong on week#2 of spooky month. This month, the book club got to votin' and picked three spooky fics to read together for three weeks remaining in October. Our second choice in the tally was This year’s love (had better last) by Agf, a tale delving into modern magic, a curse that resonates with the year it was written for and a lovely surprise at the end. The book club agreed that this fic was sweet and subtle in its execution of the metaphorical human experience of isolation in a crowd.
Rating: E
Summary:
Shane’s given up on breaking his curse. After all, it’s not very likely he’ll bump into someone able to break it on Halloween - the one day he’s really visible - is it?
Book Club Thoughts:
As a lonely person this fic hit me right in the feels. Also I love the way he goes to a haunted house to be seen and noticed when we know that he'd not even flinch at people trying to scare him irl. I think that's a nice way to do it The POETRY of having gone through life like a ghost to finally be seen by the biggest believer in ghosts... It's so very Shane to not fight against the hand that the world dealt him and so very Ryan to be the one to show him he can i love the curse itself. "unremarkable". it's such an understated word and filled with such spite... she needed him to be unremarkable, so she said he was and then he was. but i think it can mean something so internal about shane, as well. that feeling of unremarkability. this fic is just so interesting to me This fic really gets the feeling of being lonely and then being seen. Finding a connection you never thought you could have. i also just wanted to mention the ending where ryan takes candid pics of shane and sends them to him. both because ugh dont we all want a love like that!!! ... even when youre not doing anything particularly interesting or when youre not posing and camera ready. i still see you and love you and want to keep these reminders that youre here with me I think it's such an interesting metaphor for a feeling that is so deeply human. whether logical or not i think everyone has times where they feel invisible and alone, like that alienation of being surrounded by loved ones and not being able to connect and feeling like they can't really see you, and all you want is to find someone who can see the real you there’s just something really poetic about this fic, the loneliness and how isolation can feel like a curse, how sometimes it feels like we’re waiting for that special person to break our curse. and I saw someone mention already the year it was written, which is a really crucial detail I think - irl Shane seemed to be suffering from isolation, being far from a lot of people he knows, so I can see how this fic would resonate with folks at the time especially
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ask-the-calamiteam · 19 days
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Meet Lucy Heartfilia
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Meet Lucy Heartfilia! And yeah she dresses modestly in comparison to her counterpart. (Also please ignore the several arm/hand blunders I made) She's the group's Celestial mage and magic expert! Girl's head is like a library.
She's a major bookworm and loves reading anything from magic related to novels to fanfiction.
She cares a lot about her friends and she's got a rivalry going on with Erza (to her friend's absolute horror).
She's a lot stronger than her canon self due to the fact that she was trained earlier (I won't spoil everything but let's just say the Heartfilia's are more than just Celestial mages)
Lucy, Peridot and Whitley became pretty fast friends after their first meeting and get along pretty well. It also helps that she's good at cooking and helps them with things they don't know about.
She loves Fairy Tail the same way her counterpart does but she has more reasons on why she loves the guild more (reasons that you'll only learn when I make the comic Muahahaha)
Bonus:
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Lucy at the first panel : My room!!
Lucy and Erza in the second panel and everyone's reactions.
Peridot: Stars help us
Gray: Can someone stop them!
Whitley: Like anyone can stop those maniacs! If you wanna die early then go ahead and do it yourself! There's no [redacted] way I'm stopping them
Natsu: It's over, we're all gonna die! Erza's found a new rival ! EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES
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djsadbean · 2 years
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Some aus I’ve been thinking about ^^
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limel0ser · 9 months
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It's late, and i have no clue how gemcyt works, but Pink daimond lizzie's life (rose quartz equivalent) form as Morganite, to get those fairy fort vibes
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crackship-connoisseur · 4 months
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IM MAKING FUCKING MAC AND CHEESE. AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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Goldilocks & the Three Men, Part 4
Summary:  Time to pick some apples
Pairings:  Steve Kemp X Reader
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (F receiving), 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  1.2K
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You wake from a hazy dream, only vaguely remembering what you were doing before.  Head cloudy with all kinds of crazy thoughts and dreams.  Stretching your arms above your head, and yawning, you feel a soft breath on your bare shoulder.  
Rolling over to see exactly where you are, and what is happening, because the last thing you remember was Sy chopping wood.  Rolling over, you see a bit of Steve’s sleeping face squished up on the pillow and sleeping peacefully.  His mouth slightly turned up in a smile, and this is the first time you remember just feeling comfortable.
You stare at him a bit longer before booping his nose, and he wakes up with a sleepy smile, “Why am I in here?”
He flops over on his back, stretching out himself, before looking back at you with a smile.  “Ole Papa and Daddy need their whole bed this morning.  I thought, you and I could spend a bit of time together.  Wanted to take you out into the woods, show you around.”
“You won’t leave me, will you?” you give him a playful pout, but it is something you are concerned about.  The woods seemed to work differently here.  Everything seemed close together, and it was easy to get lost.  He shakes his head no.
“Figured we could pick some apples,” you go wide eyed about this.  Every time you had an encounter with one of the brothers, apples were included in some way.  “And maybe give you a quick history of the apples.”
“So there is a story there?” he nods, going to get himself out of the bed.  “Why are they always feeding me apples?  What’s the difference between the green and the red apples?  Are there other colors of apples?” you swear you hear a low growl in the cottage, and you stop.
“Easy with the questions.  We’ll talk more outside.  I just need you to get out of the house, because we’re out of apples, and I’m sure...let’s just go.”
You don’t know what it was that Steve was going to tell you, but you are curious to find out.  Deciding to get ready quickly before he grabs up a basket for the apples. The two of you walk mostly in silence when you come across the trees. The two of them almost alone, protected even, in the thick dark woods. He starts picking some of the red apples.
You take the time to look around. This is the place had come to when you journeyed into the woods. Your eyes look around and still you don’t see the exit anywhere.
“It’s enchanted, you know?” you look at Steve, and realize that you hadn’t been helping him. “That old man, he tried to stop you. The woods are cursed. Stupid faeries, and stupid princes. Princes always seem to be the bane of our existence.”
You walk over to him, helping him pick the red apples, but you look over to the green ones. Almost noxious in color. “Don’t touch those. They are powerful. Bind you even more to the world you are in, but also makes you go into a deep sleep. Enough of them can make a deadly poison. Wanna know the cure?”
He gives you a kind smile, reaching in front of you to get another apple. “True love’s kiss.”
“Fairy tales,” you snort at him. This is such an odd place to be.
“You have no idea. Take these red apples here, you don’t ever wonder why Mr. Big and Mr. Thick always want you to be eating apples?”
You give him a nod. It was weird. “Glamour,” you don’t follow. “Glamour, it keeps you from seeing who we really are.”
“And who is that?” you reach down and take a red apple, jokingly holding it to your mouth. “What are you and they hiding from me?”
“Doesn’t matter anymore Goldie,” he steps up to you, running his hand over your neck. Giving the sensitive skin a little nibble. “Pretty sure they claimed you. I called you and yet, they claim you. So it’s only fair.”
“What do the red apples do, Steve? Who are you?”
“No,” his voice heavy on your body. His hands inching even closer to your hips, before they drift down your thighs. “It’s what are we. And I think you know. What do you always see?”
“You’re not a…can’t be,” he drops down to his knees, lifting up your dress. “Steve…wh-wh-what are you trying to say?”
Pushing your body up against the apple tree, he brings one of your legs over his shoulder. Staring at your cunt, before leaning in to devour you.  His nose moves up and down your slit, spreading your arousal around. Using his tongue to kitten lick at your bundle of nerves. His tongue entering into your tight hole, and you run your fingers through his longer locks. Gripping tight to the soft waves.
Your head pointing to the sky, letting him know how it’s, “Just right,” over and over again. His sharp teeth giving your swollen clit a nibble, yelping out in a pleasured pain, Steve looks at you. Already becoming a mess. The apples wouldn’t even be necessary at this point with how blissed out you are.
Steve pulls you off of the tree, before settling you onto the ground. Stripping himself before he crawls over your body. A slight stretch, but it’s perfect. “Steve, it’s just…just right.”
“I knew it would be. Always is,” his hips thrust softly into your quivering folds. Your eyes fluttering close, and his face blurs into something else. “Steve. Oh god, Steve,” leaning to your neck again, he gives it a little nibble before an almost animalistic growl exists his muzzle.
His body thicker, harder, harrier, but it still feels just right.
“Mmm,” his voice rumbles on your skin, and you try to bring him closer to you. Your legs circling around his large body, and you pull him even deeper. “They were right. You are perfect.”
“Just for you.”
“Only me?” unable to open your eyes, you shake your head no. “You wanting to share?”
Immense pressure builds in your tummy. You close your eyes tight with the orgasm that sits right there. Claiming that you were just Steve’s, felt so wrong. But he was determined that you would be all his. “Give in to me. I called, and you came. Me. You’re mine. All mine.”
“I can’t,” just as that calming rush runs through your body, you look at him, letting out the tiniest of yelps. “Steve?”
Hearing a quick whoosh, Steve goes limp on your body, and you see him, the glamour and massive pleasure evaporating, making it able for you to see him, the real him.  No longer a man, but in fact a bear. You go to push the dead weight off of you, and just can’t. Coming out in more of strangled grunts. “Oh, my god! Get off of me. He-he-he’s dead.”
“No he’s not,” a man goes to pull the bear off of you and you scramble back looking at the two new tall men that are now in the woods with you.  These are men you hadn’t seen before.
“Son of a bitch! I told you to kill him.”
“Who are you two?” you look up at them, your eyes going back between the two of them, and the taller of the two squats down beside you.
“Are you okay?”
“You were supposed to kill him!” 
“Why?” it’s all too much.  You aren’t sure what’s going on.  
“He’s supposed to be dead.  We can’t take him back to his brothers not dead.  They can live, this one...” he turns to look at you, those bright green eyes glaring.  “He was about to eat you.”
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rodrickstudios · 1 year
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Now that the Oscars are just around the corner, I’ve been thinking of how 2022 was the year of the Pinocchio cinematic universe. Last year we’ve seen the famous wooden boy asking his father when can he leave to be on his own, smelling horse dung,  delving into the concepts of obedience and life in 1930s Italy and stealing Jack Horner’s thunder. Based on that, I’ve made this concept poster for an idea I’ve had back on 2016 about the Steven Universe characters tackling the story of Pinocchio in a generic modern setting (you know, with cars and videogames and such). I was 14 at the time, so the whole concept was flawed from the get go. Firstly, Geppetto’s counterpart was called “Greg Petto” and Pinocchio’s gem would glow when he lied. With that you can tell how creative I got when coming up with the idea. It was because of the flawed concept that I ended up cancelling it in favour of other more promising projects of mine, like the one about Wendy Corduroy I’ve talked about previously. Nonetheless, I still have a place in my heart for Pinocchio Universe, so that’s why I’ve made the poster. The base for it was the cover of a Pinocchio book made by the Indian press "Kohwai & Young" for their "My Big Book of Favorite Fairy Tales" series. Oh, and by the way, I chose Garnet as the counterpart of Stromboli back then because in the original book he (who was named Mangiafuoco) felt pity for Pinocchio.
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nashis-universe · 2 years
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I'm thinking of updating this au
Like giving it a complete overhaul because nothing in it makes sense and I want to do something fun
So thoughts on bringing it back is what I'm asking if anyone's reading this lol
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poisoned-peppermint · 1 month
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Palette 21: Jaxson
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My poor little cat boy that I've given the Steven Universe treatment, mixed with some Hunter from the Owl House but made it rated R.
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alexandriaellisart · 5 months
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blue as can be
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ask-the-calamiteam · 12 days
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Scars
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Just drawing their scars so I can keep track of it in case I forgot somehow.
Each scar has a story to tell btw.
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levshany · 5 months
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Do you know what Anarchist, Axe and Tandem AUs have in common? they were created by our trio (@angstyhikka, @lasymit and me), but strictly in pairs: three people - three pairs - three AUs and each of them turned out like a fusion from Steven Universe - each is what its authors are
Hikka - edginess Ludwig - depression Lev - fairy tales
The Anarchist were created by Hikka and me. Axe - by Hikka and Ludwig. Tandem - by Ludwig and me
respectively Anarchist is a fairytale edge Axe - depressive edge and Tandem is a ✨fairytale depression✨
these three AUs are an incredibly balanced combinations of our needs and skills
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anika-ann · 22 days
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Ocaruj me (Bewitch Me) - S.R.
Type: medieval/fantasy/fairy tale AU; drabbl-ish; a part of this pseudo-medieval-fantasy AU
Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 2k
Summary: Knight Steven Rogers is a man with love. That love is you. His beautiful lady who bewitched his soul even without the supernatural powers you possess. He'll follow you anywhere.
It that means bathing in a lake in a moonlight, so be it.
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Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, unprotected sex (shocking in medieval times huh), bit of angst, fluff, knight Steve ‘cause he’s a warning, Slovak language ‘cause I can
A/N: Actual title is Očaruj mě (Bewitch Me) ...tumblr cannot handle a "č" and an “ě“ in their title 🙃 DIVIDER by @firefly-graphics; inspired by THIS ask (you can find headcanons and a playlist there)
A/N 2: Chronologically fits before the events of Pomiluj mě, but if you read this first, you will spoil some of the reveals.
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Magic is a dark evil thing; that is what all knights of the kingdom are reminded during their studies and training.
Magic is the wicked twine that curls around your wrist when you reach out a hand, grips you tight and drags you towards perdition.
Magic takes face of a twisted beauty, a temptress, and leads you down the path of sin with a smile worth of the Devil himself.
Magic only knows curses and wrongs.
Sir Steven Rogers knows these axioms by heart.
Steve knows they are horseshit; or at least fail to fulfil the basic rule of an axiom, which is supposed to be universality.
In Steve’s eyes, people are corrupted by many things, amongst which there is the power that comes with magic. That much is true. But the nature of magic itself is pure; t reveals the person wielding it and amplifies who they already are.
Steve would only agree with part of the axiom second to last, assured whenever he sees you. He would now too, standing near the bank of a lake, still fully clothed, his gaze inevitably drawn to the enticing image in front of him.
You, standing to the waist in the water, dressed in but the luxurious robe of moonlight caressing your skin and wearing the lake like the richest skirt; your hair cascading down freely like an elaborate veil, the commonly dark ink of your tattoo reaching from the side of your neck down your shoulder shinning bright.
When you glance over your shoulder, eyes glimmering more entrancingly than the moon and the stars combined, lips curling in a smile, the last thing Steve would compare you to would be the Devil, a dark evil thing.
The truth, however, is that if you did decide to drag him towards his end, he would follow voluntarily, heart pounding just as hard as it is now, with warmth in his chest and searing heat in is gut.  
When you speak his name, a sweet ‘rytier moj’, you indeed are every bit of a temptress, the seductress steering him toward the most beautiful of sins; but not in the name of evil.
In the name of love.
“How is it that you are not cold, bosorka moja? And by gods, remind me, love, why is it that I should follow?” he asks with a grin on his lips, as if he does not feel every ounce of his body being pulled to you by the alluring image of you alone, by the promise of the feel of your skin under his fingertips, of the taste of your lips, of your wickedly delicate hands touching him in ways no unwed lovers should.
You have told him there was a deeper meaning in bathing in that particular lake on this very night, but as fascinated as he always is by your faiths and magic, you have been convincing him with your lips whispering to his own, causing his memory to be considerably less reliable, his mind much more pliant.
You turn around to face him fully, your watery skirt swirling; Steve’s mouth turns dry at the sight of your stiff nipples and plump breasts, his last reservations dispersing as his pants become uncomfortably tight.
“For this lake is believed to possess supernatural properties, rytier moj. For I know it does,” you remind him gently, your gaze trailing down his body in appreciation as he sheds his cloak, his tunic and pants.
You once told him what you saw when he did and have aided him in recalling it quite frequently.
Beauty.
Strength.
Goodness.
Safety.
Home.
And desires personified.
Steve is only a man; all these are virtues in his mind, privileges, and the one that is not makes him preen all the more.
Dark eyes glimmering in the moonlight, your smile earns a teasing edge even as your words begin with gravity.
“Bathing in the light of the full moon nearest to the summer solstice makes one stronger. Something my knight might appreciate. I know I for sure would, since he insists on recklessly risking his life.”
His own lips curl up, heart humming with tenderness; he is cared for. He is worried about. He is loved. He is not the only one who has the comfort of a lover on their mind. Perhaps it is for ‘lovers’ is not quite the word fit for where his heart quivers in the matter of you and him. Not the only word.
Desire personified.
Gorgeous temptress.
But also beloved.
Láska moja.
Bosorka moja.
Home.
“All knights do, bosorka moja,” he says as he steps into the water, the liquid welcoming him with an unexpected sensation of cold and warmth combined.
Where his skin meets the water, immersed deeper with each tentative step on the invisible rocky floor, he is enveloped with an unfamiliar sensation, the warmth seeping into his skin almost violently, leaving gentle tingling in its wake.
His lungs expand. His heart thunders. His muscles ache until they feel as light as a feather. His large bones seem to harden, his joints feel stronger but pliant. His blood pumps vigorously, forcing a shuddering breath out of his chest.
Well, he’ll be damned; he would be if he wasn’t so blessed. He would never doubt you again. Not that he ever truly did.
You watch him, a hypnotic and hypnotizing gaze, soaked in the satisfaction and desire having thickened your tenderness. Your skin almost glows and Steve understands that his eyes were not deceiving him earlier. He is not the only one absorbing power; yours might be different in nature from his, so different and ethereal, a true force of nature, but a power nevertheless. And as you soaked in the water, your immense power grew further.
“And yet, I have not seen any knight, soldier or mercenary, nor the clumsiest commoner with as many scars, nor I saved them from so many,” you oppose him, still playful; yet, your voice has earned a husky quality Steve is drawn to like a mot to a flame, his steps growing confident.
For almost every step he takes, you take one back, away from him, sinking deeper, hiding your tempting body from his hungry sight. A delightful feigned chase begins, one of which you both know will only end in bodies intertwined. A dance Steve knows, for he has felt its thrill before, for he has danced with you before; he has danced lips to lips, hands to hips, hips to hips, lips attached to your mound with hooded eyes too, senses enveloped with heady primal need, laced with love both corporal and intangible.
It all hums within him, pounds with force bolstered by the magic surrounding him. You feel it too; he reads as much in your features.
“You haven’t seen them naked either,” he notes, a slight smile remaining.
The conversation continues even as it fades.
You hum with a smile of your own, stopping at last as takes three long strides and catches up with you, gazing up at him with a sweet challenge he cannot refuse. “That is true, rytier moj.”
But that is not what your body whispers, already miles ahead when only inches from him.
Touch me, it coaxes him instead.
Hold me.
Love me.
Have me.
Fill me.
Make me sing for you. Only for you.
Do as you crave; I crave the same, just as much.
Who is he to deny a lady? Who is he to deny you, especially when the wordless pleas entice him, please him, echo his own?
The slight prickle of strength reborn, one unknown to ordinary men, still heats his very core, his lips speaking on their own even as his fingers wander with purpose, over the skin of your waist, down your hip, over your belly button, to your sternum, over the swell of your breast, stepping closer to feel your hardened peaks brush against his chest, eliciting a breathy sound of his name amongst his questions.
“What of other blessed nights bathing in this lake? Equinoxes as well?”
Your hands move with purpose too; mapping the constellations of freckles and moles on his body, caressing the planes of strengthened muscle with teasing lightness. Your touch is surprisingly warm, Steve realizes distantly, his head and hands full of you; if he did not know better, if he did not know you were a witch, he would think you an entirely different magical species.   
As you nod and explain, your hand rises above water, stroking over his shoulder – the water follows seemingly effortlessly, swirling and curling around your palm; even as you speak, he shudders under the touch where your hands could not have possibly reached him, not at so many places at once; and yet, every single of these caresses are just as warm, loving and teasing as those of your own fingers.
With how you bended the water to your will, Steve would have thought you were born to do so. He would have thought he found himself a water nymph instead. His breathtaking, enchantingly playful water nymph.
“Bathing in the lake on a new moon nearing the spring equinox breeds rebirth, ridding of all old aches, body and heart,” you explain quietly, intimately, as your fingers tease along the dip along his hips, his own hands grasping your soft flesh with urgency growing. “First new moon after the autumn equinox calls upon the forest spirits, their protection, bringing the wiseness of our ancestors with their blessings.”
Steve’s head is full of you; your words, almost fairy-tale like, but spoken with reverence of a person who knows them true, whose rituals has called upon the forces of nature and has been rewarded for it, blessed by them.
His hands are full of you too and as his heart sings.
The rest of his body vibrates with need, impatient fingers slipping lower, towards your core, teasing alongside your slit. Even as he asks the only natural question, his focus is elsewhere, fingertip dipping into your welcoming heat, his lips whispering against yours, your hips eagerly meeting his touch.
“And what of winter solstice, bosorka moja? Tell me,” he coaxes, revelling in your playful touch turning into a grip on his hip instead, other hand wrapping around his own to urge him to sink his finger deeper, for another to join.
Who is he to deny you again? His bewitching water nymph, whose heat would envelop him just as welcomingly as the water of the lake and fill him with just as much exceptional powerful sensation...
Love her.
Take her.
Protect her.
Make her mine.
“It keeps your heart warm,” you sigh, mouth chasing after his, fingertips finally brushing over his hardness, curling around the length and squeezing and twisting enough for his strained muscles to melt, rushing to lift your leg to wrap around his waist, opening you up for him, your taste, your scent, your husky voice like the most tempting trap he rushes into with vigour and pride. “Keeps your love safe. On the full moon close--- oh Steve— closest to the solstice- preserving it even through the— the harshest of winters----Steven!
The steady movements of his fingers stutter at the needy pulsing grip around them, eliciting another and another, his thumb brushing over your clit, mouth slanting over yours to swallow your cries of ecstasy, cradling your head to his as your hips keep rocking into his hand. You’ll feel like heaven, like you always do, but the burst inside him at feeling your pleasure coaxed by him is almost, almost enough.
“I’ll be here,” he promises against your lips, kissing you again, tipping your head back, your body so gorgeously pliant to his greedy touch. “I will be here, with you, every quarter a year. Every month, every day, love.”
“Ľubim ťa,” you gasp and Steve makes another promise, to not meet you here, but bring you. Bring you from your shared home at last, because even by the damn equinox, he will have done you right, a ring on your finger, his everything made yours, as you deserve.
“Ľubim ťa, bosorka moja,” he whispers back, a chuckle escaping him when his eyes flutter open, offered a sight of soft sprinkles and curls of water rising above the surface and glimmering in the moonlight.
Your magic exploding outside of you as pleasure fills your veins.
Steve is certain it will never cease to amaze him; or spur him to coax something even more fascinating when chasing his own peak and yours together, even as that alone is a gift he cherishes.
Your hands slide to his shoulders for leverage as his fingers leave you empty, moving to your bottom to lift you up, sliding in almost effortlessly.    
No words are needed then. As you connect your bodies and souls alike, the water keeps dancing.
You glow behind Steve’s hooded eyes, tattoo shining as bright as your affection, beauty and goodness, a reminder that no, magic could not be further from the darkness in corporal form. In every waking moment, he would swear he has never seen, nor heard, nor felt anything more beautiful and lighter than you, even with a face and voice of a temptress you embody.
The only sin you have led him to, the only speckle of shame on his honour, is the one he will remedy soon and has nothing do with your magical nature.
No, not the Devil; a goddess in your own right.
And you have not cursed him, no. Sir Steven Rogers, tvoj rytier, entirely bewitched, feels blessed.
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S.R. masterlist - contains other knight!Steve fics, independent of this universe
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Terms of endearment from Slovak language: Rytier moj (My knight) Bosorka moja (Witch mine) Láska moja (Love mine) Ľubim ťa (I love you)
I hope you enjoyed, loves 💕 Please consider leaving feedback/reblog/anything if you did 🥰
May April be kind to you 🌼✨
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just a silly little comic for fairy au
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Hello hello! I’ve a been a fan of your stuff for a little while but I always get confused with how many AUs you have! For the sake of me and any new fans who have a favorite AU, could you name all of your AUs, and the basic concept of them? Please and thank you!!
I mean.
You asked for it. Here's every au.
Nagas
Sirens
Harpies
Skiders
Moths
Forest Gods
Pride and Prejudice
Coffee shop
Asylum inmates
Prison inmates
Daycare Attendants from FNAF
Portal
Ancient mummies in a crypt
Beasts (beauty & the beast style)
High school students
Ghosts
Ghost HUNTERS (& demons)
Gods in general
Fairy MC
Dragons (including one where they were all different head on one hydra)
Robots
Build-a-wife related AUs
Avatar (the good one not the blue one)
Pirates
Vampires
Wizards (howl's moving castle style)
Knights
Among Us aliens
Wild west cowboys
Steven Universe gems
Mobsters
Cheshire cats
Coraline monsters
DnD party
Farmers
Mamma Mia surprise dads
Demon familiars to a witch
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