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Alright, look, I don't even apologise when I disappear anymore because if you've been here long enough you know what's up. Mama found this on her old laptop though, and although it's not finished, I wanted to offer up some slop for my lovelies. Based on the request I received a good while back for some Caspian confession smut based on the Bridgerton table scene (which, yes, I had to specifically look up on YouTube 😭). I hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏻

"The potatoes are good.” I ventured mildly. Truthfully, they were a tad undercooked for my taste, but I couldn’t bear the suffocating silence at the table any longer.

Caspian made a non – committal grunt in response. I beckoned the serving boy for more wine.

So it was going to be one of those nights.

I wasn’t sure what I had expected, really. Ever since coming into his rightful throne, Caspian had been…off with me. Not quite cold – tepid, perhaps. At first I had attributed it to the stress he was under, but now, with his coronation tomorrow, I had assumed that the weight would be off his shoulders, and that the care free, cheeky Caspian that I had grown up with would return to me.

Evidently, I was wrong.

The clink of our cutlery on china plates sounded deafening in the otherwise silent dining hall. Three guards were positioned at each of the two doorways leading from the room, and serving maids and one cup bearer lingered around the table, never far off, but not so close as to intrude.

Annoyance flared inside me. This was getting ridiculous. He was going to have to talk to me at some point, like it or not. “Feeling excited for your big day tomorrow?” I asked. It took considerable willpower to keep the irritation from creeping into my voice. Caspian never responded well to open hostility.

“No,” he said curtly. “And I’d prefer not to talk about it.”

I clenched my teeth together. “So what do you want to talk about?”

“I find good food is best enjoyed in silence.”

A snort of disbelief escaped me. “Please, the food is palatable at best, and you detest formal occasions. We used to steal flagons of wine and get drunk with the stable boys just to avoid suffering through yet another state banquet. Stop playing games with me.”

He looked up from his plate, finally seeming to acknowledge me. To my intense surprise, his eyes looked sad. I instinctively softened a little, wanting to comfort him, but I still had my pride – and he had treated me with a lack of consideration in the past few weeks. “I’m not playing games,” he said at last. “I am…in mourning. For our shared youths. Tomorrow, everything will be irrevocably changed. And it saddens me.”

“But…you’ll be King,” I furrowed my brows, confused. “You’ll be assuming your rightful place on the throne. Everyone has to grow up at some point, Caspian. I understand yearning for childhood especially when things feel complicated, but…I mean, you’re acting as if someone has died.”

A derisive smile twisted his features. “No, no one has died…just my dreams.” he said bitterly.

Realisation began to dawn on me, and despite the way it made my heart ache to see him hurting, I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s what this is about? You’re sad because your days of boozing and reckless adventure are over? After everything we went through to get you here?” I felt anger stirring inside me. “After all the Narnians who sacrificed themselves for your cause, you’re going to whine and complain about it?”

“I never cared about the cause!” He exploded, tossing his cutlery aside with a loud clatter. “I cared about you!”

My mouth opened in surprise, every retaliation I had thought of dying at once on the tip of my tongue. It was passion blazing in his eyes now, not sadness. I averted my own eyes, scorched by the intensity of his gaze. “I don’t understand.” I said in a small voice.

He exhaled deeply, and when I had the courage to glance up again, he was looking down, elbows leaning on the table with his fingers pressed against his temples. “When I was forced to flee,” his voice was strained. “It tore me apart inside, having to leave you. ‘Not without her’ I told the professor. Not without you…but he insisted, insisted that it would take too long, I would be caught, that my uncle wouldn’t hesitate to have me killed…and I didn’t care,” his fists landed on the table with a thud as he looked up at me. “I didn’t care that it could cost me my life. Nothing else mattered except you. The professor told me that you would be safe – your blood wasn’t royal enough for Miraz to see you as a threat, and that by involving you, it would put you more at risk… I never imagined that they would imprison you anyway.” He broke off, too moved by anger to speak.

“Caspian,” I said softly. “You couldn’t have known. I’m here, you’re here, and we’re both safe now. That’s what matters.”

“You are the only thing that has ever mattered to me,” he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, and the feverish look in his eyes should have been terrifying, but as the words fell from his lips, that same madness seemed to capture me too, and he was beautiful, oh so beautiful, his face illuminated by candlelight, his smooth olive skin, the curve of his lips, his dark, dark eyes. “You are the only thing I have ever wanted. And now, with the throne, the crown…I will never be able to act on my one true desire. I will never be able to get down on one knee, and ask you to be my bride.”

“Your bride…” I echoed.

His grip on my hand loosened and something else flickered in his eyes. “I know…you may not return these feelings, or have envisioned the same future as I…” he began to pull his hand away.

“No!” I blurted, and I grabbed his wrist. “I mean, yes, I – fuck, Caspian, you never told me any of this, and we had years to – why are you doing this now?”

He swallowed thickly. “Because I am a coward,” he said, shame blooming across his face. “The fear of losing you completely hurt more than the pain of longing for you. And now that I am to be King, it matters not. I have duties, responsibilities…”

I shook my head vigorously. “No. I mean, yes, you do, but not in that way. That was the kingdom built by Telmarine rule. Matches made for wealth and power, to secure alliances and strengthen armies. That is not the Narnian way. I fought for a better world, where there would be peace; where people would be able to find happiness, and know what it is to love freely. I thought that was what you were fighting for, too.”

Caspian stared at me wordlessly for a moment. “You’re right,” he said in a much lower voice. “But you never told me how you feel.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You never asked.”

Caspian pulled his arm free of my grip, and rose to his feet. His eyes never left my face. Slowly, he walked round the edge of the table. His footsteps were the only sound, unless you counted the rapid pounding of my own heartbeat. When he was close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body, his fingers found my chin, the lightest of touches, gently tilting my chin up to face him as he towered over me. “Up.” He whispered.

Surely if I tried to stand I would faint? My blood was crackling with electricity. I did as he bade, trembling a little with anticipation. When I was on my feet, I still had to look up to meet his eyes, but our faces were now closer together and it set my pulse racing even faster. If he asked me this, there was no going back.

He cupped my chin again, and his thumb traced up along my jaw. Flames ignited where he touched.

“Hermosa,” he breathed. “Do you want me?”

I was going to drown in the blackness of his eyes. My lips parted but I couldn’t speak, unable to think, aware only of his touch, of the primal need thrumming through my veins.

“I need to hear you say it.” His voice was wrecked.

“Caspian,” I whispered, falling deeper, deeper into his eyes, melting in his hands. “I want you. I have always wanted you.”

When he kissed me, I fell to pieces.

He grabbed my face with both hands, pulling my face to his, his lips so soft and warm and demanding against mine, easily coaxing a response from my own lips as I kissed him back feverishly. I moaned against his lips, tangling my hands in his hair, his gorgeous, silky hair, the same hair that I had imagined running my fingers through a million times or more, and it was a good thing that he had me pressed against the table because my head was spinning and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand much longer, giving into him completely. The taste of wine on his lips and the scent of sandalwood was intoxicating. It felt as though every nerve in my body had exploded, leaving only pure, throbbing want, the kind that overwhelms all thought and had me desperately clawing at his shirt, his shoulders, anything to bring him closer to me, needing more, more.

Clearly Caspian felt the same, as one of his hands cupped the back of my neck and the other grabbed my waist, holding me firmly against him, lips never leaving mine for even a second, and the feeling of being so small and utterly helpless in his arms drew another whimper from me, and he fucking growled in response.

“Oh, my girl, my darling, my sweet girl,” he said it like a prayer, messily kissing my lips, across my jaw, down my neck. “Tan perfecta, toda mia…”

All that existed was Caspian’s lips, his hands, the way he said my name almost reverently, and I was only vaguely aware of the crashing of plates and muffled gasps as he laid me down on the table. I felt dazed, drunk, when he pulled back and I gazed up at him leaning over me. He looked fucking incredible, eyes almost completely black, hair falling into his face, lips swollen from kissing, and god, the way he was looking at me, like I was the most wondrous thing he had ever seen; like he wanted to completely devour me.

“Don’t stop kissing me.” I whined, pulling him in closer by the front of his shirt, unable to bear the absence of his touch for even an instant.

He laughed softly against my lips. “So needy. My perfect, needy girl…”

The way he praised me made me clench my thighs together, my heart fluttering in my chest. “Yes, I’m yours, all yours.” I agreed breathlessly between kisses, causing him to smile against my lips again. I hooked my legs around his hips, forcing his body to press even tighter against mine, and I revelled in the noises he was making, how eagerly he kissed me, and before I knew what was happening he had pinned both of my wrists above my head and was trailing his lips down my neck. I shivered.

“All mine, hermosa,” his voice was like honey as he whispered in my ear. “Is this okay? Is this what you want?”

I nodded fervently, little whines escaping as he kissed the sensitive skin beneath my ear, right against my pulse. I wondered if he could tell how fast my heart was beating. “Yes, god yes, want more, want everything…”

The loss of his lips made me open my eyes, and he was leaning over me, breathing hard, an unreadable expression on his face. “Everything?”

Now that he was looking at me, I felt suddenly shy, and warmth flooded my cheeks. I bit my lip and nodded again. “I’ve waited too long, I don’t want to wait any longer. Need you in every way possible.”

He moaned, he actually fucking moaned, and he kissed me again, with more urgency, more heat than even before, the hand that wasn’t pinning my wrists travelling down my body, my waist, the curve of my hip, and then up again, cupping my breast through my dress, coaxing more whimpers from me. “You’re sure?”

“Please, Caspian, need you more than anything…”

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmured into my neck. “Mm, want to make you feel good first though…”

“Oh, you are.” I gasped, involuntarily arching my back a little as his tongue skimmed along my collarbone, his hot breath making me shiver.

“No, not like this…want to have you screaming my name and coming undone for me before I take you…”

“Fuck,” I gasped, mouth falling open, too stunned to formulate coherent thought. “Oh my God…”

“Yeah?” he pulled his mouth away from my neck with a wicked smile, then gently kissed the tip of my nose and gave my breast a firm squeeze. “Does that sound good to you, princesa?”

“Yes, please.” I begged.

“Mm, you sound so pretty when you beg, mi amor,” he hummed, peppering kisses across the top of my breasts. I internally cursed the dress I was wearing, aching to feel his touch on my bare skin. He must have been thinking the exact same thing, because he hissed something profane in Spanish under his breath, and suddenly ripped open my bodice, the tearing of fabric and scandalised muttering filling the room.

Oh, fuck. I had forgotten that we had an audience.

I looked around the room and saw that a few of the serving maids had already taken their leave, but two remained, along with the cupbearer and all of the guards. The serving girls had wide eyes and seemed utterly transfixed by our display, the cupbearer, a youth of around 15, had a bright red face and was looking as though he would both rather be anywhere and nowhere else, and the guards – well, they were stoically averting their gazes and remaining professional, despite the fact that the one nearest to us seemed to have…risen to the occasion.

Caspian came back to reality at the same time I did, both of us having been locked away in our own world where nobody else existed besides each other from the moment our lips touched, and I saw his jaw tense. “All of you, out!” He commanded, using his kingly voice. It excited me even more.

“Your Grace,” one of the guards spoke up as the servants hastily retreated. “We cannot abandon our station, it would be unwise given the-..”

“I do not need six guards to supervise me in my own dining hall,” he responded curtly. “And in case you had failed to realise, I have pressing needs to attend to,” I clenched my thighs at that. “You will each wait outside and see that no one disturbs us.”

“Y-yes, your Grace.” The guard replied, and ducked his head. The others followed suit and exited through the doorway they were assigned to, and as soon as both doors had closed again, Caspian’s focus was entirely back on me.

“Now, my sweet girl, where was I…” his eyes landed on my ripped dress, at the now exposed skin, at my breasts just barely concealed. He ripped at the fabric again until my torso was entirely on display for him, my breasts spilling free, my nipples instantly hardening…and he groaned. “You are so fucking beautiful, querida.”

He stood then, and pulled me by my thighs closer towards the edge of the table, so that it was easier for him to lean over me without having to support his weight, giving him more freedom to let his hands explore my body. I melted into his touch as his fingers trailed up my sides, but he couldn’t resist me for long, and his hands cupped my bare breasts, caressing and pinching my nipples. I was more sensitive than I could have believed, and I let out a delighted cry at the sensation, both startled and aroused. Caspian chuckled.

“So responsive…”

He dipped his head and sucked one of my nipples, the unexpected heat of his mouth earning him another mewl of pleasure. He alternated between sucking and kissing, his hands exploring every inch of my body that was exposed to him. “Podría adorarte por horas.” He whispered. I could worship you for hours.

The air felt cool on my breasts as he released my nipple from his mouth with a gentle pop, and I barely had time to yearn the loss before his hands were sliding up my thighs, hiking up the swishy layers of my dress, and my stomach lurched. Another intense wave of arousal flooded my system. I began to tremble.

“Do you still want this?” he asked softly, concern in his eyes, and my heart gave a little squeeze. He made me feel so safe. “I don’t want to rush you, princesa, you tell me exactly what you’re comfortable with, okay?”

“I want you,” I replied, propping myself up onto my elbows, struggling to catch my breath. “Please, I want this, I promise, just please don’t stop…”

He kissed me once more, a tender, gentle brush of his lips against mine. “Lay back down, let me take care of you.” he said in a low, husky voice. I did as he commanded, and his hands gripped my thighs harder, pushing them apart a little bit wider. I gasped when I realised what he intended.

“Caspian!” I said, shocked, watching as he disappeared beneath my dress, feeling his hair and his hot breath tickling my skin. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh in response.

“Just relax, mi amor, I’m going to make you feel so good… Dios, no puedo esperar para saborearte…” God, I can’t wait to taste you.

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Adding to this thread yet again, hypothetically speaking of course...how do we feel about Caspian speaking some Spanish in the heat of the moment 😳

Can't stop thinking about his accent in the second movie and how we were robbed off it in dawn treader (is that a hot take?)

i dont know if you take requests but, look

prince caspian and, idk maybe the person he like and she likes him too, and they're having a dinner a day before he gets crowned a king. and after they eat and everything, they talk and Caspian confesses somehow blah blah blah, and they end up doing it on the dining table, breaking all the plates and in front of the maids and guards in the room (bridgerton inspired xd)

also had this idea because of a dream and i cant stop thinking about it and i love you work and I'd probably die if you did something like this

...girl...I'll tag you when I'm done...

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I'm literally mid writing this and I'm getting shy because there's more angsty dialogue than I usually go for cos I'm deathly afraid of writing actual plot instead of just porn but uh....I hope you enjoy when I'm done 🥺

i dont know if you take requests but, look

prince caspian and, idk maybe the person he like and she likes him too, and they're having a dinner a day before he gets crowned a king. and after they eat and everything, they talk and Caspian confesses somehow blah blah blah, and they end up doing it on the dining table, breaking all the plates and in front of the maids and guards in the room (bridgerton inspired xd)

also had this idea because of a dream and i cant stop thinking about it and i love you work and I'd probably die if you did something like this

...girl...I'll tag you when I'm done...

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i dont know if you take requests but, look

prince caspian and, idk maybe the person he like and she likes him too, and they're having a dinner a day before he gets crowned a king. and after they eat and everything, they talk and Caspian confesses somehow blah blah blah, and they end up doing it on the dining table, breaking all the plates and in front of the maids and guards in the room (bridgerton inspired xd)

also had this idea because of a dream and i cant stop thinking about it and i love you work and I'd probably die if you did something like this

...girl...I'll tag you when I'm done...

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I....have the most perverse idea that would serve as an extended version of this and I can't stop thinking about it so uhhhh enjoy the fuckery that will be part two in a few days

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Can you write a Caspian smut? I don’t even care what it’s about lmao. Just dominant Caspian.

If you don’t then that’s fine...I’ll just simply perish like the hamster I had when I was 9

See my recent post lovely! ❤️❤️

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Bound

Hello darlings.

Anyone who has been with me for a while knows this dance by now. I post, I disappear for two years, I apologise profusely, and the cycle continues. So let's just all pretend that I'm not a terrible excuse for a blogger and enjoy some mindless delicious Caspian porn, yeah?

Warnings: smut (duh), use of restraints, derogatory language, daddy/sir language, one small instance of faceslapping if that's not your jam. Ben Barnes is also a warning because dear god.

My stomach was tied in knots, goose bumps prickling all over my body as Caspian finished tightening the restraints around my wrists. He had blindfolded me this time, and it somehow made it even more exciting, bound spread eagled to the bed, completely helpless and unable to predict what he was going to do to me next.

“There we go,” he said softly. He trailed his hand down my stomach, making me squirm. “My pretty little slut is all ready to be used.”

“Yes sir,” I replied, biting my lip. We liked using restraints but he had never tied my legs apart like this before. I was aching already, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much teasing to break me tonight. “Want you to ruin me.”

He made a light tsking sound. “Patience,” he chastised. I could feel him shifting around on the bed, and then his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs as he settled between my legs. I trembled. “Just lie there and let me play with you for a bit.” I felt him leaning over me and his breath was hot against my neck, his fingertips teasing between my thighs but never high enough, never touching my pussy no matter how much I tried to wiggle my hips closer. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” He sounded amused. “And I’ve barely even touched you.”

“Yes sir,” I whimpered. His hands left my thighs and ran up my sides. Unexpectedly, his mouth closed around one of my nipples, and I moaned as he sucked on it. Caspian knew how sensitive my nipples were, knew that every time he sucked and licked at them it felt as though he was playing with my pussy at the same time, and I could feel him smiling against me as I arched my back. He pinched my left nipple with his other hand.

“Please, I need you to fuck me,” I gasped.

“That didn’t take long did it? My needy little slut. Daddy’s not ready to fuck you just yet.” He began to suck on my other nipple. I bit my lip and tried not to squirm so much but I couldn’t help it, I was throbbing and aching and desperate for him to fuck me, to touch me, anything so long as he would stop teasing my nipples. And then one hand was between my legs, spreading my lips, and my nipple fell from his mouth as he inhaled sharply. “Oh my god,” he murmured. “You’re dripping. You really are a little whore, aren’t you?” He gave me a rough smack on the cheek when I didn’t reply. “I asked you a question, slut.”

“Yes sir, I’m your whore,” I gasped. My pussy was throbbing.

“Good girl,” his fingers dipped down and pressed against my entrance. “So wet. I bet you’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Please, I need your cock, need you inside me,” I begged.

He started rubbing gentle circles around my clit and I bit my lip, desperate, aching, tingling, and unable to move, completely at his mercy. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up with my cock and fuck you senseless? Make you my little braindead cumslut?” He carried on playing with my pussy, effortlessly finding my sweet spot, driving me insane with quick firm circles around my clit whilst all I could do was moan and squirm, unable to stop him because it was too much and too fast and I was too sensitive but fuck, I was already getting close and it felt so good…

And then when I was on the verge of cumming, I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my throat, squeezing just a bit too tight, and he growled in my ear. “Remember to ask permission.”

“Please, daddy, please let me cum,” I moaned desperately.

“Not yet.” His fingers never stopped rubbing my clit.

“Daddy,” I cried. “Please, please let me cum, I’ll be so good I promise, just please let me cum!”

“Okay baby, you can cum,” he pressed just slightly harder on my clit, and I came almost instantly, the wave crashing over me and sending electric through my veins, cunt spasming uncontrollably and hips rising up off the bed, crying out in pleasure and pain as he continued toying with me and coaxing me through my orgasm, murmuring “There we go, there’s a good girl,” all the while. When I had finished coming down, he pressed a kiss to my temple through the blind fold.

“Thank you daddy,” I smiled, and when he replied I could hear the smile in his voice too.

“You’re welcome baby. Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now.”

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guys I'm so tempted to just post the threesome smut in my drafts then disappear for another year it would be very on brand for me

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my thoughts got away from me

not a fic. Just got to thinking about someone who used to mean a lot to me, and all that we shared. I don’t think I’ll ever be over him but that’s okay. He’ll come back to me. Anyway just thought I’d share....

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“I don’t smoke anymore,” he tells me. “Well, I do,” he holds up a cigarette to my lips and I take a drag. “But only the occasional one now and then if I’m out. And seeing you is special, so I thought we’d share one like we used to.”

My heart is pounding in my chest as he looks at me with those dark eyes of his, because god, I’ve missed him. I smile so wide it hurts but I don’t even feel embarrassed because he smiles back and tells me how beautiful I am. “I’m really glad you quit,” I smirk, exhaling smoke, the irony not lost on me. “I worried about you before. And the influence you had on me.”

“You’re saying I’m a bad influence?” he teases. “Says you.”

“What do you mean?” I pout, playing along. He leans in and I can feel his breath on my neck, goose bumps rising on my skin and a delicious shiver going down my spine. My eyes half close as he says:

“You’re a needy little slut and I’m convinced you were sent to ruin me.”

I bite my lip and smile saucily. “I can be good if you want me to.”

He looks me up and down, a smile tugging at his lips, eyes blown with lust, but there’s affection there too – he’s fallen for me, and I can read it on his face plain as day. It makes my stomach do flips and internally I’m singing because I knew it was meant to be and he’s mine, as I am is. “You couldn’t be good even if you tried.”

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*sweeps all of my AU ideas under the rug* why must I be called out this way?

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Is It Wrong? (teaser)

I’ve had a few requests lately but because I’m terrible at running a blog, I decided to write something that is just pure wish fulfilment for me. So uhhh, my bad I guess.

This is a little bit different however - I haven’t decided which Pevensie boy to make this about! So I’ll leave it up to a bit of a vote! Would we rather have Professor Peter, or Professor Edmund? ;)

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“Fuck!”

I hissed in pain as the wooden block slipped through my fingers.

“Is everything alright here?”

I felt the blood rush to my face as I looked over my shoulder. Mr Pevensie had evidently returned without my noticing, and now he was stood there, faintly bemused.

“Oh, uh – splinter,” I held out my finger to show him, then added, “Sorry for my language.”

“It’s fine,” he smiled. “Yeah, that looks like a bad one. Come over to the sink, I’ll help you get it out.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, pinching at the sore skin where the wood had slid beneath the surface. I followed him over to the sink at the corner of the room. “And thanks for letting me stay back after school to finish up. I know it’s a pain.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he washed his hands, and the tweezers and needle he’d found in the first aid box. “Now, this will probably hurt,” he held my hand gently, examining my finger. I found myself trying not to blush at the feel of his skin on mine. “Not too deep, reckon I can get it…”

“Ow!” I whined as he poked about with the needle, and yanked my hand back. I gave him a reproachful look, and to my surprise, he laughed.

“Don’t pout at me,” he teased. “I have to break the skin to get at the splinter. It will only take a minute.”

“Fine, I’ll behave.” I conceded. My tone came across as flirtier than I had intended, and he raised his eyebrows, lips parting slightly in surprise. This time I wasn’t successful at hiding my blush. Our eyes locked for just a second too long – we both quickly looked away, embarrassed. He was my teacher, for god’s sake, I shouldn’t be getting flustered.

He is sexy though.

“All done,” he plucked the small fragment of wood out with the tweezers and brandished it in front of me. “All that fuss for nothing!”

I made a face, and nursed my hand. It was barely bleeding, but it stung like hell. “Easy for you to say.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, as a DT teacher I’ve never gotten a splinter before.”

I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “Thanks for getting it out.”

“No problem.” His eyes met mine again, but this time it was impossible to look away. I’d always found him attractive, but we’d never been alone before like this – it was making it hard to deny how badly I wanted him.

“Uh, so I should – that project, thing…”

“Yeah…” Why hadn’t he looked away yet? My pulse was quickening at that funny look he had in his eyes and all of a sudden I felt a tingle between my legs. So fast I couldn’t be sure I’d really seen it, his eyes flickered down to my lips, then back to my eyes. “Um, I’ll just be in the office.”

And just like that, he turned on his heel and left.

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I’m so excited for the revamped Older series! Could you please tag me when you publish it? Thank you so much, I can’t wait to read it!

sure thing honey!! I'm hoping to get the first one out by the weekend 🥺

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Angels, I have an announcement

okay, am back 🥺 well, kinda. I can't promise regular updates but I'm getting back into writing!! Older p3 is what I get the most requests for but I wanna do things differently, so I'm gonna basically restart it with a new title, but same concept - reader is still Edmund's girlfriend, and she still engages in hot naughty nakey times with Peter. I'm leaving the originals up because they still get a lot of love, which I am so thankful for, you really have no idea.

Anyway, just thought I'd let you all know!! Please message me if you'd like to be tagged, I'm going to try and set up a master list at some point. And requests are welcome! I'm gonna finally try and get round to them!

Is this me putting off college work? Maybe 😳

- caspiansluts x

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WAIT YOURE BACK??

maybe 😳 I do wanna start writing again and I have some half finished stuff in my drafts but I'm super busy with college work so I'm the slowest ever at editing and posting, my bad guys

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I dont want to pressure you in any way, but I absolutely adore your Older series and am putting all of my energy into wishing a third part (and many more) into existence. the dynamic is so great, i didn’t even know that was what i wanted, but it is. oh, it is. i have no actual suggestion other than i love how Peter got at the end of the first part and while i LOVE the attitude Edmund has towards Y/N as well, i’d love to see Peter’s dominate yet totally into to Y/N side come out again. -@hrhbella

welp this is it, this is the ask that's finally given me the kick up the arse I needed to start writing again 👀 I know it's been about a decade please don't @ me

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and so many more! I will update this though :)

Some of these blogs won’t even know I exist, hehe.