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Can’t Sleep (18+)

King Caspian x Reader

Unable to sleep, you and Caspian find another way to find peace late at night.

Tags: first time, smutty smutty smut, late night sex, insomnia, friends to lovers, a smidge of fluff, unprotected sex

(How ‘bout that gif tho? 👀👀)

The soft knock at your chamber door surprised you. Despite the fact you’d been laying awake for hours, the fire in the corner almost dead, you felt peaceful, tucked away under your soft sheets as your eyes lazily traced the folds in the canopy above you.

Every now and then, your fingers would drift back and forth over the sheets covering your thighs, the teasing pressure spring goosebumps across your whole body.

Your body seemed to mistake your touch for someone else’s, and you sighed as you slipped your hand beneath the sheets and traced your nails over the skin exposed by your lunch nightgown. You traced the dimples of your inner thigh, but the knock at the door had your hand shooting out from beneath the sheets.

Tugging on your thick robe to fight off the chill, you made your way to your chamber door. As quietly as you could, you slid the lock bolt back and opened the door a crack.

A tall figure shrouded in the darkness of the hallway stood on the other side.

“Caspian?” You whispered, frowning at your friend in confusion. “What’re you doing here?”

Your king was also dressed in his night clothes, his robe haphazardly thrown on too.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he explained softly, his voice rough. “May I come in?”

You hesitated, the low pulse in your core making you fight between finishing what you started or letting someone else carry on for you.

You opened the door just enough for him to slip through, quickly closing it behind him before anyone could come across you. If someone saw the king sneaking into your chambers, there would be uncomfortable questions and scrutiny.

Caspian sighed heavily, running a hand over his tired face. His chin length hair was mused, like he’d been running his hands through it over and over again, and slight shadows hung under his eyes.

“What’s keeping you up?” You asked, speaking at a normal volume as you perched yourself on the edge of your bed.

“Being king,” he drawled, chuckling mirthlessly. You offered him a sympathetic smile. He cast his eyes over to where you sat, taking in the rumpled sheets, and hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry if I woke you, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s ok,” you interrupted, shrugging, “I wasn’t sleeping.”

“So what’s keeping you up, m’lady?” Caspian asked with a teasing smile, stealing your words as he walked closer to where you sat. You chuckled as you tucked your legs up under you, shuffling back to sit up against the headboard. You hoped you were subtle in pressing your thighs together, that Caspian couldn’t tell beneath your nightgown.

“I’m not too sure. I just can’t seem to find peace tonight,” you shrugged.

“I know how you feel,” your king sympathised, the mattress dipping as he sat on the edge of the bed by your feet. “I would give anything to quieten my thoughts for a moment.”

“I suppose there’s not much to distract one in the middle of the night, is there?” you asked, twisting the skirt of your nightgown in your fingers.

Caspian chuckled softly, catching your eye. “I suppose there is, but we aren’t privy.”

You raised a brow at him, tension coiling low in your abdomen. Just having Caspian so close, in your chambers of all places, in his loose nightclothes, was sending your nerves into a frenzy.

“A shame,” you remarked, looking everywhere but at him, “I’ve heard it’s quite an effective sleep remedy.”

“You’ve heard?” your friend teased.

“You know I’m not married, Caspian,” you reminded him, poking his thigh hard with your foot. “You know I’ve only heard.”

“I was about to say, I must have missed your wedding invite.”

You snorted softly at his joke, biting down on the inside of your cheek to restrain your smile, but you were quickly chuckling along with him.

“Do you mind if I stay? Just for a little while?” Caspian asked softly, and you didn’t hesitate to nod.

Your heart hammered in your chest as he moved to the other side of your bed, slipping beneath your sheets so you were laying face to face on your sides. His lips were inches away, but close enough that you could feel his warm breath fan across your face.

“It must be nice,” you mused, “to fall asleep beside the person you love every night.”

Caspian hummed softly in agreement, his head propped up on his elbow as his eyes drifted across your face. Something about the look made butterflies stir in your stomach.

“What is it?”

“It’s a shame we won’t know what that feels like until we’ve married. To know someone’s touch in the middle of the night.”

His wording made your heart stutter, even though your mind knew he was talking about someone else.

“I just hope it’s with someone who understands me, like you.”

You smiled softly at your friend, reaching up to give his bearded chin a soft, playful squeeze.

“I’m sure it will be,” you reassured him.

Something about the moment made your touch linger. The air felt suddenly thick between you, like every breath you made was trapped.

It was Caspian who broke the tension, a surprised squeak dying in your throat as he leaned down and slotted his lips over yours, pushing you back into your pillow. Your hand moved from his chin to his hair, your fingers curling into the messy strands as you lost yourself in the push and pull of Caspian’s kisses. It was heady and mesmerising, and you gave yourself wholly over to the desire.

The urge in your core grew stronger with every slide of his tongue across yours, and you grinned as Caspian groaned into your cheek as you hooked your leg over his hip and pulled him in closer.

Ever the strategist, one of his broad hands clamped down on your thigh, holding it tight to him as he pulled himself onto his back and took you with him, you now straddling his hips. The manoeuvre made you giggle, and Caspian surged up to eagerly taste the sweet noise. One of his arms wound around your waist to keep you pressed to him, the other sliding into your hair.

“Caspian,” you breathed against his lips, lightheaded.

“For tonight, we can have this,” he urged softly, gently pulling on your hair so he could tilt your head back and trace his lips along the column of your throat. “Please, let us have this.”

The scratch of his stubble has he spoke made wetness pool in your core, and you shifted your hips to find some relief, your arms tightening around his neck, and Caspian’s groan as your core moved across the bulge in his trousers washed over your skin.

“Please, Caspian,” you pleaded.

His broad hands moved to pull at the lacings on your nightgown, yanking the collar down over your upper arms, trapping you, to expose your shoulders and collarbone to his lips. As Caspian lavished wet kisses along your skin, his hands came up to knead at your breasts over your nightgown, pinching at your nipples until you whined from sensitivity.

You buried your face into his hair, circling your hips in time with his movements, the friction delicious. His hands flew to your hips and clamped down, stooping you, and you looked at him questioningly.

“I don’t want it to be over, not yet,” he panted, his dark eyes deep and shining.

“Nor do I,” you replied.

Giving your king a chance, you tugged his sleep shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, toned chest to the dying glow of the fire and gently pushed him back. There was an amused curl to Caspian’s lips as he watched you from below, his hands coming to rest on the expanse of your thighs.

Keeping his gaze in yours, you bent forward to drop a kiss on his chest, right above his nipple. At the touch of your lips to his skin, Caspian gasped quietly, and you smiled to yourself as you proceeded to kiss every inch of his warm skin.

“Y/N…” he groaned above you as your kisses dipped towards the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. You looked up at him then, your gaze hot as your wet bottom lip ghosted across the sensitive skin. The power you had over him was intoxicating.

“Another time,” he promised feverishly. You intended to hold him to that.

Caspian tugged you back up to meet his lips, your body sprawled over the top of his as his hands explored the expanse of your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your bedclothes. His kisses were hungry now- passionate, and your wet core clenching around nothing as Caspian sucked on your bottom lip.

“Caspian,” you begged, nudging his chin up with your nose to suck kisses along the length of his jaw. “I need to feel you.”

You moaned as Caspian’s hand drifted further south, resting on your bare behind and giving the globes a firm squeeze. It made your hips jut against his, the sudden friction making him hiss. Quickly, Caspian rucked up your nightgown, and you sat up to yank it over your head, leaving you completely bare in his lap.

Your head fell back, eyes sliding shut, as his hands roamed your exposed body, sliding up your sides to cup your breasts and massage them.

“Beautiful,” Caspian admired, his hands sliding down your stomach to rest just above your thighs, framing your glistening core.

Eager to be on the same page, you curled a finger into the waistband of his loose trousers and tugged.

“Your turn,” you smirked.

Caspian grinned, his hands flying to his waistband, and you sat up on your knees so he could push his trousers down and kick them off his legs.

You both moaned in unison as your core settled over him, his cock perfectly nestled between your lips. Unable to stop yourself, you rolled your hips, revelling in the slide of his cock between your slick folds.

Caspian was too impatient for any more teasing, pulling your forward so you fell into another kiss as he reached between you and placed the head of his cock at your soaked entrance. You keened loudly, panting shallowly against his lips as he slowly slid home - he was far larger than your fingers, the adjustment teetering between painful and pleasurable.

Just when you thought you were about to be split apart, you felt Caspian’s hips nestle against the curve of your behind, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed.

“You feel like heaven,” Caspian groaned, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close to him, his heaving chest searing yours.

“‘M so full,” you mumbled into his skin. You held each other for a few moments, revelling in the feel of one another and doing your best not to end it there. Your core fluttered around Caspian, begging for more, and you grinned as he groaned your name.

Your hands braced on his bare chest, you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, moaning softly at the drag of his cock along your inner walls, the jut of his hipbones into the flesh of your inner thighs.

Caspian’s hands flexed on your hips, silently urging you to go faster, and you did as you were bid. You bit down hard on your lip to stop your moans from waking the whole castle. The faster your rocked, the faster you felt your climax coming, the tension in your core increasing.

“Caspian…” you whimpered. “I’m close.”

“You feel so tight,” Caspian grunted, adjusting himself so he could thrust up into you more easily. It was a deeper thrust than before, punching a gasp from you as you nearly toppled from his lap.

“K-Keep doing that, oh-“ you begged, one hand grasping at his hand on your hip, the other slipping between you to draw tight, fast circles over your swollen bud.

Caspian watched in awe as your movements bordered on frantic, your body stiffening as you fell apart above him, climaxing with choked gasp of his name.

Your release shuddered through you, your head lolling forward as your mind reeled with pleasure. Every inch where your skin touched his sparked. Your fingers curled into his stomach as Caspian continued to thrust through your climax, his head thrown back with pleasure as your walls tightened and fluttered around him.

Just before it was too late, Caspian pulled his cock from your core, and you watched in hungry fascination as he climaxed against your core, thick white release splattering and smearing over your mound as he panted your name.

With a soft oof, you fell onto the soft bed next to him, your body sore and satiated. But Caspian didn’t let you go far, immediately curling onto his side and pulling you in so you were once again face to face, your bodies twisted into one being.

You lay there together in the new darkness, the fire long gone out, sharing breaths. Caspian’s arm was wrapped around your waist, your leg hitched over his hip, and when you shifted, you felt his release on your skin slide.

“You know you can’t sleep here,” you softly reminded him, a small smile playing on the corner of your lips.

“I know,” Caspian replied, his eyes already shut. Uncomfortable questions and scrutiny be damned.

My king (18+)

King Caspian x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, friends AND lovers?, library sex, wall sex, fluff and smut, courtier!Reader, King Caspian

(Happy hump day! Have some library smut! ❤️)

“I thought I might find you in here.”

You gasped and spun around in surprise at the sound of King Caspian’s voice behind you, the book in your hand falling to the floor with a clatter. The palace library had been silent, besides your occasional murmured readings and the swish of turning pages.

“Where else would I be?” you asked lightly, retrieving your book and placing it back on the shelf. “At the training grounds?”

“No,” Caspian chuckled, stepping forward, “I suppose I know better than to assume you’d be anywhere but here.”

“Well, you do know me well enough. “How can I help you, my king?”

You smirked as your friend and king scrunched his nose at you. Caspian had only been king for a few months, and although he’d made great progress in his role and his personal standing with the court, the mantle still felt awkward on his shoulders.

Personally, you thought that king was a rather handsome look on him.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he groaned.

“But I can think of a handful of occasions where I think you rather liked it,” you sassed, and you watched Caspian’s eyes darken.

Sometimes when either of you snuck into the other’s chambers in the night, it was for stress relief. Other times, it was simply to scratch an itch you couldn’t reach with your own fingers, your bodies demanding the heat of another.

You liked to think there was some degree of affection beneath it all, your trysts usually ending in soft touches or breathless laughter. Even when he growled as you cried out for your king, he always pressed soft kisses to your swollen lips in the afterglow.

“Are you saying this is such an occasion?” Caspian asked, his voice deep as he took a stalking step forward. Your cheeks immediately reddened.

“Caspian, we can’t,” you protested weakly, “someone might come in.”

“Or someone might not?” he countered smoothly, waiting to slot his lips over yours once your back was flush to the cool brick wall of the royal library.

You hummed into the kiss, sinking into the feel of him, letting your fingers curl into his hair and pulling him closer as he hiked up your skirt and hooked you leg over his hip. Goosebumps littered your skin as Caspian’s broad, calloused hands slid up the outside of your thigh, his grip strong as he held you in place.

“Also, you forget I’m king,” he murmured against your lips, his stubble scratching at your warming skin. ”My guards won’t let anyone through that door.”

Caspian’s words sent a shiver down your spine that pooled in your core. As he tugged at the strings to your undergarments, you slid a hand between you and unlaced the front of his trousers. Caspian groaned against your lips as your hand wiggled beneath the garment and cupped his bulge.

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, and Caspian just chuckled in response. The chuckle quickly cut off with a choke as you tightened your hand around his erection, the warm weight of it in your hand as you stroked it making your core clench around nothing.

“You’re playing with me,” he murmured, his kisses drifting along your jaw and down the length of your neck. Your head fell back against the wall as his strong fingers slid beneath your undergarments and between your slick folds, playfully circling your clit with a teasing lack of pressure.

“Says you,” you breathed, you hips moving against his fingers with a mind of their own.

Caspian grinned against your skin as he sped up his fingers, and you quickly felt yourself craving and chasing that familiar release in your core, the pressure growing quickly. Caspian swallowed your whines and gasps as his ministrations brought you to the edge, your hands tightening around his cock and in his hair as you shuddered against him.

He wasn’t a selfish lover, you’d learnt. Caspian would give you relief two, sometimes three times before he let you help him with his, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched pleasure glaze over your eyes.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, and you found yourself blushing beneath his gaze, despite his thick, skilled fingers stroking your inner walls, preparing you for his length. “You’re so warm around me,” Caspian mused, attaching his lips to your neck again and sucking rosy marks into the sensitive flesh that would fade quicker than you both liked. “So welcoming for me, as always.”

“My king,” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand pointedly while freeing his cock entirely from his trousers. “We can take our time later.”

“Is that a promise?” Caspian grinned, an excited glint in his dark eyes. He slid his fingers from your heat to replace your hand with his own and lining his cock up with your slick core, pushing your undergarments to the side. He paused, waiting for you to promise before he gave in to your heat.

“Absolutely,” you breathed, sucking briefly on your swollen bottom lip. “Come to me tonight, my king.”

Caspian surged forward to capture your lips eagerly as he slid his cock into your core, morning against your lips as your walls welcomed him. He set a fast pace, eager and hungry, sliding out almost entirely on each stroke before punching forward, the base of his cock grinding against your clit deliciously. With every stroke, the fingers on your hip dug into your flesh deeper, and you couldn’t wait to inspect the inevitable bruises later in your chambers. Your fingers wound deeper into Caspian’s soft locks, feeling the push-pull of your kisses as you moved together perfectly. The slide of his tongue against yours, the weight of him pushing your warm body into the cold wall, the drag of his cock against your inner walls made your head swim as you felt that familiar pressure in your core return.

“C-Caspian, please,” you whined breathlessly between kisses, “I need t-“

“Let me feel you,” he commanded, his voice rougher than usual, your hand immediately slipping between you to rub at your clit. “I want to feel you fall apart around me. I need to feel you, my lady.”

You smashed your lips against Caspian’s at the honorific, furiously chasing your release as he forced wave after wave of pleasure through your body. It came quickly, and you sobbed his name into the silence of the library as your core clamped down around him, your orgasm racing through your body as you bucked your hips to take Caspian deeper.

“Incredible, my lady. You always feel incredible around me,” Caspian praised, dropping lazy, luxurious kisses on your lips as he slowed his hips, letting you return to your senses.

“C’mon, Caspian,” you murmured, tilting your head up to brush your lips against the corner of his lax lips. You crept a hand beneath the hem of his untucked shirt, your nails scratching at the trail of dark hair that led to his cock, feeling the muscle jump beneath your touch. “Finish in me.”

Your king fisted your hair and pulled you in for a rough kiss, speeding up his thrusts and pounding into your sensitive core a handful of times more before falling apart, and you swallowed Caspian’s shaky groan as he emptied himself inside you, his hips stilling. A satisfied shudder ran the length of your spine as you felt him flex and stiffen inside you, filling you, and you giggled as you clenched around him, milking him for all he had.

“Tease,” he growled, giving his hips an experimental jerk, and you dug your nails into his skin in retaliation for the sharp sting of pleasure that made your sensitive core twitch.

“My king,” you breathed, and you grinned in victory as Caspian buried his face in your neck in defeat with a groan. You carded your fingers through his long locks as you felt his weight relax into you, his cock in your core softening. You consoled yourself with knowing it wouldn’t be long before you felt him again. “This was new,” you mused into the quiet, Caspian simply humming in agreement. “Did you come to find me because you wanted this or because you needed me?”

“I always need you,” Caspian murmured into your skin, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear, and you rolled your eyes fondly.

“You know what I mean.”

Caspian’s chest rumbled against yours as he laughed. “I did need you for something,” he admitted, and you held back your whine at the sudden emptiness in your core as he slid free and righted himself, “but I’m afraid I can’t quite remember what it was now.”

“Pity,” you smirked, refixing your undergarments and dropping your skirts. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut at the feel of his release in your core, a drop escaping and slowly making its way down your inner thigh.

“I’m sure I’ll remember it eventually. I’ll send word once I do.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You melted into Caspian’s touch as he cupped your cheek and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

“Until tonight, my lady.”

“Until tonight, my king,” you replied, dipping your head in a brief curtsy, smirking at the dark look in his eye.

Hiii! Can I request something smutty with King!Caspian? Him and Y/N are having sex and Cas asks her to choke him

Something new

a/n : This is my first smut attempt to bear with me. I made it so the Caspian and reader are newlyweds.

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, chocking, praise kink, dom reader sub Caspian

King Caspian x fem! Reader

The castle of Narnia had long since gone silent, the night sky taking over. All was quiet except the chambers of the king with his new queen. The guards had long since moved away from the chamber door. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans causing blush to ride up there cheek.

In side there chamber Y/n get out a high pitched moan as Caspian suck at her neck as she roll her hips against his. Caspian grunted softly as he grasped at her moving hips, attempting to steady himself as she fucked herself on his cock.

Caspian stared up at his beautiful new wife, his wife. He held tightly onto the soft plush of his body. Her lewd moaning driving Caspian insane. Her hands grasp tightly on his shoulders as she moved her hips. Her greedy cunt sucking in her new husband’s cock into her.

Caspian panted and groan as Y/n sped up her pace. Caspian slowly grabbed one of the hands and placed it gently around his neck. Y/n watched him in confusion as she slowed her pace slightly.

“Cas?” Caspian chuckled slightly and nudged her to grip his neck tightly.

“Please love.” Y/n stared down at her husband with an awe stricken look. She sped her pace up again and Caspian slipped a hand to her little bundle of nerves. Y/n whined softly as her grip on Caspian’s neck tightened. Caspian groaned loudly as her grip tightened.

“You like that my king?” Y/n muttered as Caspian groaned. The coil was being to clench inside of her as she panted. Caspian nodded his head hurriedly as he rubbed quick and messy circles on her nub. The coil inside of her threatened to burst as each movement of her hips.

Caspian grew louder and louder as Y/n gripped onto his neck. Caspian could feel himself falling deep into her. Her eyes, her body, her lovely cunt, her soft hand around his neck

“Please…” Y/n giggled softly as she began to feel the coil snap.

“Are you going to cum for me? Please come for me.” Y/n mumbled against him as they moved in sync. They couldn’t tell who climaxed first. Whether it was Caspian being thrown over the edge by Y/n’s hand on his neck. Or if it was Y/n’s coil breaking as Caspian rubbed at her pearl.

The pair panted as Caspian brought Y/n closer to himself. Y/n fell to his side and cuddled into him as there mixed cum dripped down her thighs. Y/n gently looked at his neck, she gently bite her lip.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Caspian shock his head with a smile. “You could never hurt me.” Caspian muttered as Y/n kissed the red of his neck.

“I love you, my dearest husband.”

“And I love you more, my dearest wife.”

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Just a small sneak peek at a future Narnia fic idea.

Star fairies, the most ancient race in Narnia. Guardians of the stars and magic. Creature Aslan himself held in the highest of places are gone. Killed in a murderous rampage of the Tyrant of Telmar, Miarz desecrated all the once holy creatures. Almost all, the lone survivior being their Princess Y/n. Her hatred for all humans only grows and festers as she ages. How will this hatred be tested when she is forced to save and protect the nephew, the very prince of the people who murdered hers. Will sure learn not all humans are the same or will hatred only grow.

Prince Caspian. He was no Prince but a prisoner in his own country as his uncle held his kingdom. His only comfort the stories his father would tell of a magical race of fairies that protected the stars and the very magic that Narnia ran on. When he is forced from his home he meet the very creature from these stories. Her beauty and powerful aura was enough to make Caspian fall in love, except she hates him more than anything. Can he turn her hatred to love, or will she forever hate all humans.