“Who’d have thought you’d be dominant in bed?” he mused, his hands hovering above her hips.
“Anyone whose ever had sex with me,” she deadpanned, reaching down to the hem of her shirt and pulling it off, batting his hands away when he tried to help her. “No touching. We’re doing this my way, remember?”
“Bossy,” Apollo hummed, looking up at her with mischievous eyes but he kept his hands to his sides.
“Thank you,” Astra dropped her shirt off to the side, snorting when his eyes drifted down to her cleavage.
“Eyes up here, hon,” she placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look her in the eyes. His face was rather red now and his eyes looked slightly dazed.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, “now I understand why you keep yourself covered up.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she told him.
“Maybe not,” he chuckled, eyes dark as he looked at her, “but I can think of something that will.”
Astra felt his hands trail up her sides and, for a moment, she indulged him as she let him trace the bottom of her bra. It was only when she felt him reach round to undo her bra that she decided to stop him.
Apollo’s face flushed even more when he found his hands pinned down.
“Keep touching when I tell you not to and I’ll have to restrain you.”
“Kinky,” he snickered.
Astra rolled her eyes at him and picked up her shirt. “Would you be okay with that?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She smiled slightly and, using her shirt as a rope, tied his hands above his head. “If you want to get out, you should be able to. I haven’t tied it too tightly.”
Apollo tugged slightly against the bonds and nodded when he found that they were tight enough to hold him but also loose enough for him to be able to get out of them.
Astra reached behind to undo her bra and tossed it to the side. She then ran her fingers down the line of buttons that held Apollo’s shirt closed, starting to undo the buttons at the last one and working her way back up.
When the shirt was open all the way, she pushed it slightly more open and sat back to look at his chest.
‘He isn’t that muscled compared to some of the other gods but he doesn’t need to be,” she observed, shaking her head to the side when she saw him puff out his chest slightly with a smug look on his face.
“Are you just gonna look?” his voice was slightly teasing, his blush was fading slightly and he had a mischievous look in his still dark eyes.
Astra narrowed her eyes at him and trailed her fingertips down the side of his neck, smirking slightly when he tensed. “So, your neck is sensitive,” she mused out loud, acting almost as if she was doing it without thinking.
“It’s not the only thing that’s sensitive,” Apollo muttered through clenched teeth, hissing slightly when she moves backwards to sit basically on his lap.
“Hmm, quite,” she smiled lazily, trailing her fingertips down his chest and taking note of the way he shivers.
She moved her hand back up to tangle in his hair and tilted his head back until his neck was exposed. His Adam’s apple bobbed and his breath left him in a rush as she leant in to brush her lips against the sensitive, vulnerable skin of his throat. Her hand shifted downward towards his chest, fingers still light against his skin. Apollo let out a groan, shivering as she teased the area around one pebbled nipple.
She circled it, pulling back just enough to watch the way his eyes fluttered closed.
His eyes opened, confusion clear in them, when she pulled her hand away. “Wha-?”
“Is there something you want, sunshine?” she tilted her head to the side, a confident smile on her face. “You’ll have to let me know if you do.”
Apollo blinked before shaking his head. “No, no. I dont want anything,” his gruff voice and the way his eyes keep trailing down her frame betrayed him but she didn’t say anything.
Astra smirked and released her grip on his hair, her fingers trailing across his collar bone and down the centre of his stomach. The muscles twitched beneath the barely-there touch and Astra wriggled a little in his lap, getting comfortable. “Well, if that’s the case,” she murmured, her words slow as if she was considering her options. “I think I’ll just take care of myself. You don’t mine watching, do you hon?”
He grit his teeth and shook his head.
She brought her hands to her own body, running them down her bare sides with the same touch she’d done on Apollo. With one hand, she cupped one of her breasts and with the other, she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her fingers down under the cotton fabric underneath denim. They pressed down against her clit, giving her something to grind against and she let out a slight gasp of relief, closing her eyes.
Apollo shifted slightly underneath her and she opened her eyes slightly to look at him through her eyelashes.
“Is there something you want, Apollo?” she asked softly, the fingers that were on her breast sliding over a pert nipple. She pinched it, twisting, and let her hips rock against her palm. His lips are parted and his face is flushed a darker shade then she has ever seen on his skin.
“Yeah,” he whispered, eyes flicking between both of her hands.
“What?”
“You.”
Astra hummed, blinking slowly at him as she pulled her fingers away from her clit. “That isn’t a good answer,” her face took on a thoughtful look. “I guess I’ll just have to guess until you tell me.”
His eyes lock on her damp fingers, a whine escaping from his parted lips.
Astra draped her arm over Apollo’s shoulders, a slightly wicked smirk on her face.
“Come on, babe,” she urged, leaning in as if she were going to kiss him. “Tell me what it is you want.”
That drew a long, needy sound from him and Astra leant backwards as he tried to kiss her.
“Uh-uh,” she scolded, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she pressed against the hardness in his jeans before opening again. “Tell me.”
“Please,” he gasped, voice rough and slightly desperate.
“Please what?” she asked, a mischievous light in her eyes. “You can tell me.”
He broke upon hearing that.
“Let me,” he choked out, voice catching on desire. “I want to…”
He tugged at the restraints, not enough to get out and he knows that, but enough to show just how desperate he is.
“Want what?” she asks.
Apollo sat upright, forcing her to use him for balance, and nuzzled at her neck.
“Please,” he mumbled, kissing what skin he can. “Touch me. Let me touch you. I dont care. I just want more than what you’re giving me.”
“Well,” she said slowly, lacing her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, tugging it back and locking eyes with him. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you touch me.”
“Thank you,” his voice was still desperate as he started to work his way out of his bindings.
“Keep your hands behind your back,” Astra scolded, leaning in close enough to kiss him, “you can only use your mouth.”
She pressed her lips against his in an open mouthed kiss, cutting off whatever reply was on his tongue.
@writersshock, are you happy now? I have officially written somewhat smutty content and I dont really know how to feel about it.
@writer-grandma, I am so, so sorry but the labour of my pain needs to be shared.
“Once upon a time, before the time we know, there was a princess. She was like many other princesses before her, she was pretty and kind and loved by many people. Suitors came to the door daily to ask for her hand in marriage but she turned them all away.
For she had a secret.
Underneath her mask of kindness lay a woman who was enchanted by the darker side of things.
Perhaps that was why her heart had been stolen by the spirit of Decay and she had stolen his in return.
Her father quickly tired of her constant refusal to marry and, without her knowledge, arranged a match between her and the son of a wealthy duke.
When she found out, she ran and hid away in her room, ranting and raving to her equally enraged lover.
Together, they hatched a plan. A plan that they would never be able to pull off.
They were discovered and, chained in a cage like animals, burned. Only the princess died.
But they say that she is reborn once in a hundred years, searching for her lost-”
“Bernice, are you telling her fairy tales again?” the irritated, high-pitched voice of the older woman cut off the much calmer voice of the younger.
“She is a child. You dont get those years back,” Bernice sighed and rose from where she had been sat beside the young girl’s bed. “I’m quite certain that you cannot remember your childhood fondly.”
“That’s besides the point. If you fill her head with tales of princes and princesses, she’ll start to believe the lies.”
With that, the woman turned on her heel and strode out of the dormitory.
Bernice rolled her eyes and looked down at the little girl. Somewhen during that exchange, she’d fallen asleep.
“It would do you well to remember that there is a little truth in every tale,” her eyes flashed gold. “After all, how else would people be warned?”
I’m a liar so I didn’t do anything for my 300 followers milestone. That being said, I’m already coming up on 400 and have decided to plan ahead for 500, if/when that happens.
If at least 24 people are interested, the celebration is on.
Prizes include:
– sketches and doodles
– poetry or lyrical prose
– a song, with original music
– a story, up to 15 pages
– feedback on any kind of writing, up to 30,000 words
– and more cool stuff
Conditions:
Mutuals only
Must be following me for more than 24 hours by the time the competition ends
Send me an ask saying what you would prefer, how long we’ve been mutuals for, and your URL
I will no longer be accepting entries after November 11th or once more than eighty (80) people enter
And I think the best summary of my reaction goes a little something like this:
?!?!????!!!!!
Seriously, though, thank you so much for liking my little stories and sketches! I never thought that many people would be interested. I’ll be posting some sort of celebration in the next few days, so when I get through the OC drawings I’ll be able to properly celebrate.
So, thank you so much and I promise to have a thing within the next few days!
Putting this off until OC drawings are finished, but I am also going to be doing a drawing-related thing for the celebration + a gushing-related and feedback-related thing so be on the lookout for that, if you’re interested?
I’m still freaking out about this. Thank you!!
So, OC drawings are finished, which means I can finally do this! I hope I don’t get anything wrong.
What does this involve?
I love making things for other people, so I can do three things (not all at once for one person, please):
1) Line art from-the-chest-up of one of your OCs
Send me an OC description, clothing style, links to where I can find more info, and personality off anon.
2) Colored from-the-chest-up art of a friend’s OCs (a gift)
Send me your friend’s OC description, clothing style, links to where I can find more info, and personality off anon. Also send who your friend is so I can tag them. Make sure that your friend is okay with people drawing their OC.
3) Feedback on writing or OCs
Send me a link to your writing or describe your OC. Let me gush over it. Let me tell you how good it is.
Concerns (??)
You have to be following me
Maximum of two things (you can ask for two of a certain thing)
Everything will be tagged “celebration!”
I have probably used the word thing too much in this post. Anyway, thank you so much about this and I hope to give stuff back to you!
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