#Female reader insert

[daze4all]

Dragons Heat - Year of Dragon Smut NSFW

“This heat ahh think I’m in rut. I haven’t been in centuries but you look so delicious…Help me dear please?”

Warning:  NSFW Breeding tail kink, alpha dragon omega reader dynamics.  heat rut. Biting aphrodisiac venom. Mating press.  Door sex

Reader is the only fertile dragon hence it falls to her to replenish the diminishing population with some help….

A tail of Teasing

Dragon! Hubby x Reader

Could be Neuvelette, Zhongli, Dan Feng( Honkai Star Rail, Malleus (Twisted Wonderland) , Jiyan (Wuthering Waves any dragon characters

The Dragon Daddies ( More pics of Dragon & Genshin Bois at end~)

Dan Heng aka Dan Feng Imbibitor Lunae - Honkai Star Rail- High Elder of the Ancient Chinese Spaceship Loufu - Dragon Race: Vidyhydra

Malleus Draconia- Male! Maleficent-the Thorn Dragon boi from Sleeping Beauty- Twisted Wonderland

Jiyan - Wuthering Waves (TBA) - Dragon man?

Soft feathery fur and glistening scales as your lover’s tail thumps beside you a sunlight lazy day.

Always honest often when your dragon partner is not.

His desires concealed by gentlemanly manner ad polite niceties while his tail deviantly wraps around your leg out of site or slithers round your waist in pubic or in sleep to keep you from straying.

Lately he had been teasing, touching, marking you with his scent unbeknownst to you. He had been more touch starved than usual sign of rut both were unaware of as it had only awaked due to him now having a mate in the long years, he had been alive.

His eye predatory as he watches every single move you make.

His face flushed from heat and eye widen with want fixated on the vulnerable nape of your neck as you take sip or put up your hair. His instincts clawing to claim you before anyone else took you.

He holds back. As ever the gentlemen and distinguished member of the community composed cool an aloof, he cannot take you over the table with so many spectators at the charity ball you been invited too. Despite the heated pants and blush trailing up his neck and ears that becomes stronger whenever you bend down or even smile at him.

The best he can do is stay close. Your presence soothing and stoking the fire in him as he stalks your every move with a predatory stare.

Flanking your side like a shadow an arm wrapped possessive over yours a bit too tightly as he escorts you at the banquet they were forced to attend.

Then at dinner pastry too close too flirtatious a man reaches out and offers you dance his gaze raking your form clearly seeing when your partner saw in you and he cannot hold it. How impertinent you were dragons’ mate he’d show it damn the consequences.

“She’s mine” eyes narrowed he hisses A possessive arm pulls you from the main venue. A tail flicking angrily pulling you away into the hallway and into an empty room. A dragons possession claimed by him touched by another could not allow.

What gotten into you? You ask perplexed naive innocent and all so unknowably thinking it was irritation anger that has him flushed and riled up. He was so snappy these days and so touchy to manhandle you.

“I need you” he groans, and you get the cue as he pulls weakly at your and his clothes his lingers touch to hips back and shoulder insinuating what he wants.

He reaches out for you his arms trapping you in embrace against the door with thunk. The door locking shut and pressed up against heated bodies.

His chaste kiss led playful nip then a horny lip bite leading you two stumbling into bedroom.

Unable to control himself his true form manifests. Growing majestic horns and swishing tail complete with spreading glowing patches of scales where smooth skin is.

“Why did you pull me away what’s wrong “softer concern in your eyes soothing him by touching his horn at its base of which normally calms him down or has him purring in your lap on lazy days.

However, the touch only serves to rile Him up as he growling snorts pulling away as such softness when beast inside wants to ruin you. He instead pressed his growing need again you and ruts.  

“This heat ahh think I’m in rut. I haven’t been in centuries, but you look so delicious…” he gasps as he slams  you against the door repeatedly pressing his need and want against you as you redden.

“I smell you . your ready . so wet “he whispers in your ear grasping at a empty stomach but not for long

“Ah will you help my dear I need you right now?” he begs pretty tears and flushed face. Frazzled loosening normally perfectly pressed clothes as he lean over you against the door his face beautiful but pleading face flushed and teary eyed despite his intimidating towering frame.

You let out startled cry as you cry his name as your knees go weak in a surge of pain and pleasure.

“Don’t look at other men. Don’t even think about them just me” he growls possessive breath at your neck tickling as he licks and scatters love bite on your neck. Sucking the pulse point before sinking in fangs turning it into a deep claiming a bloody claiming mark.

 And slight sense of panic that dulls. Before feeling slightly drowsy like in dream as syrupy sweet pleasure seeps in and heats your core. His bite injected apodrosiac venom making you his mate as sensitive and receptive to heat as he was.

Dazed and flustered as he ways.

“ah sorry my dear are you okay?” he says panicked when he realizes what his instincts drive him to do. However still heated and turned on by the slow slide of your blood feeling himself swallow thirstily for more.

A purr rumble though his dragon side at approval of the claiming bite bruised and bloody on your neck Now no one could mistake who you belonged to. . .

“ah it okay just ahh this heat I see now how cannot you stand it…” found yourself saying to soothe him and the heat building in your body. Panting heavily was this how he felt liethe whole week?  You give him a dazed smile high on the pleasure.

“Don’t’ hold back…ahh now can you help me?” You assent leaning into him transfixed glazed eyes filled with lust. He descends equally hungry and horny.

You shouldn’t I could hurt you he intones eyes darkening barely restrained.

“Ah I trust you “ you assert a chaste kiss turning horny as tongue and teases to bite down briefly the monster in his desiring a bit of blood riling him up further.

 A startled sound of surprise normally as he us not this aggressive but gentle afraid to break but the beast unleashed he is now unable to hold back.  

“I’ll make it good, pleasurable, you’ll see” he promises joy lighting up his feature making them glow so godly at that moment,

“ahh you were meant for this to be bred” he thinks aloud  his tail winds up your leg the tip teasing you as you rut closer for delicious friction in vain held in place by tensing tail a playful squeeze to remind you who is in control.

 “Don’t say that its embarrassing… “ you cry tears of pleasure welling up although you get wetter at the words.

“Ah I think you like it see how wet you are, how open ready to take me” he teases mind hungry to fill you breed youas he turns you your back tail and fingers teasing youas you rock backinto pleasure

“Trust me~”

Swaying before him your bottom tempting him. He ruts into your soft thighs. He is undone. A slave to instinct and a rut addled brain urging him to breed his mate quickly

Stuck on your stomach his hand pressing firmly and a tail between your legs teasing each fold delivering spark of pleasure. Softly coaxing at the tip featherlight tail drives you mad and dripping.

Teasing before delving in with gaps arch your gasp too full too big and yet pressing ever closer.

He had his mate in a mating press glued together wet and glistening the fluid as he delves deeper .

“ahh Too big “you protest as he soothes you stroking exposed arm legs anyway his hands can get ahold of and nibbling at your ears

"shh your doing so good just a little more"

“Good girl ah you feel mmh so good”

He says love drunk on you panting. Desperate movement seeking pleasure friction as his undone hair cascades and brightens in arousal his horn tail casting iridescent glow on you.

For you push back in vain only to hit the sweet spot as he ruins you his dear precious mate.

“Ah ah wait for the real thing”  he teases as he withdraws his tail from his mate and winds it around a leg to keep her in place.

“Wait that was… “you trail off your eyes widen in embarrassment blush searing your ears . A sly smirk is all the answer you need.

“no way… your tail” you cry embarrassed

“I had to prepare you somehow” he explains a cheeky grin before he descends fast sudden into your well prepared slick hole groaning as you fit perfectly.

You cry his name as he enters filling you and reaching rhythm that has you screaming in pleasure

Closing his eyes and purring in contentment. The tip of his swishing tail glowing in time to his thrusts undone by how easily you are wet you are for him and you groan alongside him.

 Your protests are swallowed. Weakly, feebly, futilely as pleasure courses through you. Toes curling hips shaking as he presses further widening opening you to take his seed,

“You are doing so good just a little more…” he bullies you with his length burying further till he hit the spot that has you seeing stars.

Walls scraping and squeezing his pulsing hardened cock just right coaxing his seed to spill into you hot and creamy taking root for new life. Ahh he needed you

His eye glow tail as do his horns and the tip of glistening tail as he commands you “Cry for me”

As a whine left parched lips reaching your high bucking into him for more delicious friction as your filled.

“Perfect~” He purrs in contentment nuzzling you for cuddles after duty well down. He remains nestled in you warmth milking and warming what remains as you shake with tremors of pleasure wrecked and overwhelmed and oh so sensitive.

After a while he flips you forward to see your flushed face. He bares his teeth hungrily at prey…eyes glowing full of love obsession and lust darkening at the sight of you layed out panting beneath him exhausted wrecked by him with your neck bared for him to take and take …

“Did I do good? “ you ask dazed but warm and safe in his cuddling embrace.

“So good dear in fact can we go again?” he whispers pleading as he shifts his hip with squelch still impossibly hard from the rut.  You are now so wet from the combination of your love juices as he slides again smoothly picking up speed as you fall to the dragon's appetite once again.

“Just on the bed this time” you concede as you both fall onto silken sheets.

Happy year of Dragon everyone! Here to share an Extra dragon boy artwork for happy new year~ I think it's Malleus but looks like Dan Feng?

Zhongli-Earth Dragon- Morax/Rex Lapis Geo Archon of Liyue from Genshin Impact

Neuvillette- Water Dragon - Judge of Fontaine from Genshin Impact

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 8 (Breeding)

Kink: Breeding

Pairing: Male!Naga x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: Slight Degradation

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1173 words

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Prince Dendra was everything a crown prince should be. Effortlessly refined, with a cool and detached voice which commanded respect in every room he entered. With a face and body carved like marble, the royal jewelry he wore around his neck and forehead evoked not greed but elegance, with jet-black hair always perfectly combed and brushed behind his ears. No action of his seemed unsightly, or unplanned. He’s the people’s and his parent’s favorite, he seems born to rule.

Even now, with his hair loose around his shoulders and his tongue deep in your pussy, there was no mistaking that he was the one in control.

“Your highness!”

Your legs shake and spasm around the Prince's head, another orgasm coerced out of you by his skilled mouth. This is the third of the night, having already been stretched out on the Prince’s fingers not 10 minutes earlier. Like everything else, Prince Dendra was thorough in maintaining your pleasure. And even though he insisted it was because intercourse was most effective when the woman orgasmed, he played your body with an eagerness unlike himself in other affairs.

You rarely heard sweet words from your future husband, usually just polite endearments and technical terms like “My fiancee” or the classic “Jewel of my crown” often used by Naga royalty.

But in the bedroom, Prince Dendra was voracious for them. His pet names ranged from loving to depraved: “My sweet” and “Darling” alongside “Whore” and “Cumslut.”

It may have been discombobulating, but in the heat if the moment those names just stir the fire in your gut. Dendra himself prefers only to he called “His highness” or “my king” in the bedroom; scandalous considering he was still yet to be coronated.

Prince Dendra pats your thigh, quickly pulling at your hips and flipping you on to your stomach. This is his preferred position for breeding, as he loves to dig his fingers and leave bruises in your hips, alongside watching your ass bounce against his cock.

“Fuck.” Prince Dendra swears under his breath, quickly sinking into your cunt. You moan into the pillow, fingers already clenching into the bed sheets, anticipating the hard spank against your ass before it comss. “You were made for this.” Prince Dendra growls, snapping his hips with a ferocity unbecoming of his station. You whine.

He snaps again, pressing hard against your g-spot. “Cunt, wrapped around my cock. Milking me for my royal seed.”

“Your highness…” You plead, wiggling your hips. Your pussy craves his cock, stretched into its shape by several nights of breeding.

“So desperate for it.” Prince Dendra begins thrusting his hips like a beast, raised up on his tail. You can imagine the way his abdomen clenches, balanced in the appendage as he fucks into you. “To think, my fiancee was such a depraved cum slut.” Prince Dendra enunciates the t, yanking your hips back into his cock. “So desperate to be bred, parading yourself around the castle in your new royal colors. You practically beg to be fucked, to be bent over and stuffed full.”

You nod into the pillow, tears dripping down from the side of your eyes. Bolts of electricity shoot up your spine with every thrust, already prepared for how your lower back will ache tomorrow morning.

You feel the defined bone of Prince Dendra’s pelvis hitting your backside, digging into the fat. But then you feel his stomach press against your back, his large hand pressed down on the pillows as he finds a new angle.

“These hips…” Prince Dendra pants right into your ear, his long hair curtaining your neck, “...we’re designed for my hands. For bearing my children. For bearing your king’s children.” His voice is a snarl, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “The gods themselves crafted you for me, sent me a wife to fuck and breed.” Fabric rips as the Prince’s claws dig open the duvet below, goose feathers sticking through the tears. His other hand, still on your hips, grips hard enough to leave bruises, just as the Prince likes.

That hand moves up from your hip and grabs your neck, yanking it back at an awkward angle. A moan strangles in your throat, morphing into a long whine when Prince Dendra begins sucking at your pulse. His serpentine tongue can wrap almost entirely around your neck, strong enough to leave collar like marks on the skin.

He’ll leave several hickeys, just like previous nights, but will always insist you cover them up. They’re for his eyes only, the mark of your husband, the mark of your highness.

“My k-king.” You whimper, feeling his cock jump inside you. “I’m getting c-close.” Prince Dendra pulls away from your neck, just enough to whisper-

“I know. I can feel your cunt tightening up, girl.” That tongue licks across your neck, eventually moving up to your shoulders and down your back. Prince Dendra rests his forehead between your shoulder blades, letting go of your sore nexk and setting his hand down onto the bed. “Arch your back.”

You follow the Prince's order, laying your chest flat on the bed and pressing your hips against him. The Prince pants above you. “That’s a good bitch.” The Prince purrs. “Chase your orgasm, milk my cock.” He derides, as if he is not as horny as you are. His cock throbs inside you, gushing pre cum as his tail flexes. He’s close too, but he always lets you cum first.

You’re too inebriated to argue, feeling your abdomen tighten as you get closer and closer. Your voice devolved into quick, high-pitched squeals.

“Yes, yes.” The Prince whispers. “C’mon, beg for it.”

“P-please!” Your throat aches, your body inching ever nearer to climax. “Give me your cum, my king! Breed me, my king!”

Prince Dendra rewards you with several hard thrusts, right up against your cervix. It’s enough to send you over the edge, pussy fluttering as it does in fact, milk your highness’ cock. Soon after, warm spurts of cum fill your pussy, enough to spill out from the side of the Prince’s erection and onto the silk bed sheets.

The Prince collapses on top of you, making sure to keep his cock sheathed and plugging your pussy. He sees it as sacrilege to waste his royal semen, and always makes sure to keep you full for at least 20 minutes after climax.

He does allow you to get in a more comfortable position, falling to the side and spooning your back, lovingly rubbing your hips and belly.

“I think we may have done it this time, my love.” Prince Dendra whispers in your ear. “I can’t wait to see you, round with my child. I don’t know-” The Prince chuckles, “-I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself from breeding you, even when you're pregnant.”

You just nod, aching body slowly fading into unconsciousness. Hopefully the Prince is right. As pleasurable as it is, you’re not sure you could take 4 more days of this.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy Series Masterlist

Jasper Hale x Reader

Redamancy • (noun) The act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full.

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Twilight

Preface | Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four

Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen

New Moon

Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen

Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One

Twenty-Two | Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four

Eclipse

Twenty-Five | Twenty-Six | Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight | Twenty-Nine

[In-progress • New chapters drop on the weekends]

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The Lost Boys (1987) x Fem! Reader - Payment

Warnings: None

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987

Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader

Title- Payment

“Is she awake yet?” 

Marko’s voice was unusually soft as he entered into the nesting area where you lay resting in Paul’s arms. You were laying on your side, your face pressed into Paul’s chest as he sat still on his back for you to use him as your personal teddy bear. 

“Not yet,” Paul whispered back, eyes not leaving your form as you breathed deeply, in and out, almost in a entrancing pattern. 

“We’re heading out soon, you should wake her up,” Marko nearly bursted into laughter at Paul’s horrified looking face. 

“You know she hates when she wakes up and we’re gone,” Dwayne murmured lowly, hovering in the doorway. 

“I just hate waking her- she looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping,” Paul’s pout was obvious as he looked to Marko and Dwayne with puppy eyes. 

“I’ll help you,” Dwayne decided, his lips upturning into a smile as he approached the bed, crawling to lay behind you just where David had been hours before to help you fall asleep. 

Rather than wake you though, the two simply watched- all desire to awaken you from your deep slumber gone. Your breath was deep and slow, your mouth open ever so slightly as your cheek was squished against Paul’s body. Your lips looking soft and pretty and oh so sweet, something they always remembered from your kisses. The answers of someone like you could love a rowdy group like them always evaded them. You were gentle, pretty, soft, and kind. Heart swelling of sympathy, your heart always on display. In concert with that you were understanding, trying your best to understand everyone- even if they had hurt you. Now these guys? They killed for fun, terrorizing people on the Boardwalk when they got too bored, and enticed others to make bad decisions that would end up benefitting them despite the hurt it would cause to those actually making such decisions. 

“Babycakes,” Paul murmured lowly, tone not too loud as to not startle you awake. “Time to wake up, sweet thing,” He leaned his head down to press kisses against your forehead, arm reaching up to draw patterns on your back. 

“It’s time to get up, little one,” Dwayne whispered from behind, his hand massaging yours- each knuckle getting an affectionate rub before he moved to your palm. 

Stirring from your sleep, Paul frowned as your expression lost it’s peacefulness and was replaced with scrunched brows- your mouth shutting as your head twisted to bury more into Paul’s chest. 

“Oh, c’mon now babycakes,” Paul couldn’t help but laugh at your antics, making a sleepy grin form on your face as you pulled yourself from his chest to stare at him. “Why d’ya wake me up?” Your words were slightly slurred from sleep, your eyes bleary as you pouted up at him. 

“So you could have time to wake up before we left, love,” David now called from the doorway, Marko standing at the edge of the bed. 

“Mmm,” You closed your eyes in thought. 

“Hey hey, don’t fall back asleep,” Marko called out to you, making you open your eyes again with a laugh, “I wasn’t trying to, I was just thinking…”

“Thinking about what?” Dwayne murmured, taking your hand up towards his mouth to give a kiss to it. 

“Thinking about- those,” You looked at Dwayne, making his eyebrow arch in a silent question. 

“Kisses,” You clarified, a grin spreading across your cheeks. 

“Oh I see, our little love wants kisses?” David grinned, approaching the bed.

“As a payment, of course,” You nodded at David, “Payment for waking me up so early.” 

“A payment is only fair,” Dwayne murmured, turning your head to press a kiss to your lips, a sound of surprise leaving you before you melted into him. The kiss ended all too soon, only for Paul to tilt your face towards him for his own kiss to be placed on your lips. 

David’s hands were free of his leather gloves for once, his hands feeling much softer than the leather as they cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss. 

“My turn,” Marko’s voice greeted your ears in a singsong manner after a moment, his impatience showing as when you opened your eyes he was already biting his nails to stave off his urge to approach you. 

“Marko,” You cooed, arms open for him as he eagerly clambered onto the bed, careful not to crush you with his weight as he pressed kisses all around your face, your laughs filling the room and their hearts before he captured your lips in his. 

Maybe they weren’t the nicest people, or the kindest- heck they were murderers… but you chose them, chose to love them and you didn’t shy away from their secret when they told you but embraced them with a warmth that never dimmed. 

“Mmm,” You sighed, “I think that satisfies payment in full, my dear boys.”

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[sinswithpleasure]

Body Art [Female Reader, Futa]

You're so close, almost there, just a bit more—

"Ning~," you moan, as your toes curl and grip the sheets, the two fingers deep in your dripping hole brushing right against the spot that you know will get you seeing stars. Your mind wanders—you think of the Chinese art student in the next room, naked, on her bed, pumping her cock with her fist. Too many times you've seen her bulge in the shorts she wears at home, and you're unable to keep yourself from imagining how it'd look when she pleasures herself. You think about how pretty she'd look with her legs spread, her hair fanned out across her pillow like a halo as she pleasures herself to orgasm, hot thick ropes of semen spraying across her stomach and hand as she cums.

"Oh, God, Ning, you look so hot like that, mm~!"

Her beautiful womanly body, right in front of you, all in your mind's eye. Her moans, soft, needy, the pleasure vocalized in her siren song. You're lost in it, in her, the image of Ning Yizhuo in your head pushing you closer and closer to bliss. 

Almost, almost—

"Fuck, I'm cumm—!"

"Oh dear, what do we have here?"

Bliss intermingles with shock as your pleasure-addled brain registers the object of your sexual desires leaning against your door, staring right at you with a smirk. You almost scream, but instead, you release a loud, drawn-out moan as your fingers relentlessly pump into your pussy. You're unable to stop—too far over the edge you've gone—and your hips buck with every wave of pleasure that washes over your body. Wave after wave of your juices rush over your fingers, and you can only let the conflicting emotions wash over you as you orgasm right in front of the one and only Ning Yizhuo. Slick flows freely between your legs and onto the bed, and Yizhuo feasts her eyes across your bare body, enjoying the show you've put on for her. She waits and watches you ride out your orgasm, the lust evident in her eyes.

"We have a naughty girl here, mm?"

Yizhuo steps over to you, and you instinctively move to cover up with your blanket.

"No, no, let me look at you." The Chinese girl smiles, and you stare at her hands as one of them slides right above the bulge in her tight shorts. The other reaches upwards to her off-shoulder top, and she begins to work the buttons open. 

"Ning—it's not what—" You scramble to lie, grasp for an excuse. Yizhuo wasn't supposed to be home! Didn't she go for a walk earlier?!

"Shhh…" You fall silent, and Yizhuo grins. Her top falls open, and you're greeted with the nice sight of her bare cleavage before she tugs the garment off her body. You keep your eyes on her, admiring your roommate as she undresses, her hair in a messy bun, strands of it falling over her eyes and framing her face. She looks gorgeous, and you feel your clit throb at the sight of her topless form, a soft moan escaping your lips. Dark brown nipples top off her large areolas, taut with arousal, and you want nothing more than to suck on her breasts right now. Yizhuo grins when she hears you.

"You thought I wasn't home, mm?" Yizhuo's saccharine voice is laced with sweet temptation. "So this is what you do when I'm not here…"

You feel the dip on the mattress as she climbs on right next to you. You breathe in, anticipating what she might do next, yet dreading it. 

"Brea~the, Yun." Yizhuo draws closer, and you release a shaky breath when she crawls over you, one hand right next to you to support yourself, the other now right at the waistband of her shorts, her thumb already digging under it. "I won't hurt you…"

She draws closer and closer—

Her orange bodywash smells so good—

"Unless you want me to."

Yizhuo's hot breath against your lips has you shuddering and whimpering, and you can't help but notice the lust burn deep in the Chinese girl's eyes when she pulls back. She looks like she wants to eat you, devour you, and you're more than willing to let her to. A rush of slick coats your fingers, and you begin to pump them into yourself once more, the slick sounds so lewd that you blush in embarrassment. You can't resist the moan of pleasure that pushes its way out of your throat, and that moan only intensifies when Yizhuo slaps your hand away from your dripping cunt and replaces your fingers with her own, thrusting into you hard. 

"Ni~ng!"

"Did you know how fucking hard I got listening to you moan, Yun?"

All you can muster as a reply is a drawn-out whine—Yizhuo's fingers feel so good against your walls. 

"That's right, moan just like that for me, Yun, baby…

"I was so close to finishing my painting, baby, and what do I hear, mm? I hear you fingering yourself, moaning my name with so much desire…" Yizhuo bites her lip, raking her eyes over your writhing body. "With your door open too, Yun, almost as if you wanted me to catch you…

"Tell me, mm, is that what you wanted? Have you ever wished that I'd come home early to catch you fucking your cunt and squirting while moaning my name?"

"Mmmgh~, N-Ning!" Yizhuo's filthy words render you unable to process anything but the pleasure and thoughts that it brings, and before you can even attempt to try, you yelp in surprise and pain when Yizhuo slaps your pussy hard.

"My name is not an answer, baby. Let's try again, shall we?

"Did you fuck yourself like that wishing that I'd catch you one day fucking yourself for me?"

"Y-Yes, yes, Ning, yes!" You choke out the words as a tear rolls out of your eye at the shock, pain, and pleasure. All you get is another slap right on your sensitive clit—you buck your hips at the pleasure, and you gasp as the sensations wash over you. 

"God, you're such a slut, aren't you, Yun? Wishing to be caught cumming by the girl you so desire so badly that you exhibit yourself like that…" Yizhuo trails off to softly groan as she rubs herself over the shorts. "Congratulations, dear—I'm here to take care of it now."

You watch with bated breath when Yizhuo pushes her shorts off her hips. She pulls it off her body and throws it aside, and you don't even mind that her hands aren't on you for now—what has your attention is her cock, stiff, the tip red and angry, precum dripping from the slit and collecting on her foreskin. You marvel at the size of it—God, she's thick, just like you thought—and you can't help but squeeze your legs together at the thought of Yizhuo hilting deep into you, emptying her balls into your needy cunt. As Yizhuo moves in front of you, so do your eyes while you give her space, and you watch as Yizhuo grabs your legs and forces them open to push herself flush against you. Her cock brushes against your clit, and she begins to slap your cunt with it, the wet sounds and sensations drawing whines of embarrassment and pleasure from you. 

"God, I've wanted to feel this since I heard you just now, Yun, fuck…" Yizhuo begins to softly thrust against your nether lips, coating her shaft in your slick. "I couldn't resist stroking knowing you were touching yourself to me, and I'm so happy I came over to catch you."

Yizhuo looks almost heavenly as she prepares you to take her cock. You finally get to hear her groan as she gets wetter—precum drips from her tip onto your skin, and you're coating her shaft in more of your juices. As your eyes trail up her body, you can't help but notice the way her breasts slightly jiggle with each soft thrust. You admire how fucking hot she is, and your hips buck once as more slick coats her shaft. 

"I wanna put it in you so bad, Yun…" The Chinese girl finally admits her desire, and you don't bother hiding how much you want it either. 

"Please, put it in me, please, Ning!"

At your consent, Yizhuo pushes herself into you. You choke back a moan—the Chinese girl's huge cock stretches your walls out thoroughly, and her husky breaths accompany your sounds of pleasure as more and more of her cock disappears into you. 

"Fuck, Yun, so ti~ght—"

"Ni~ng!"

You swear Yizhuo might tear you open if she starts moving—

Eventually, your roommate hilts into you, and both of you catch your breaths at the intense pleasure that washes over both of you. You feel so full, so filled with the Chinese girl's cock, and you think you might be addicted to it now—this sensation is all you've craved since you've known about her cock, and you never want it to end. 

"How does it feel, Yun?" Yizhuo is just as breathless, just as overwhelmed, but she still maintains her control over you. "How does it feel to finally have my cock deep in your tight cunt?"

"I… I f—Fuck!" You barely manage to stutter out a reply as Yizhuo begins to move. She gives you neither her mercy nor a chance to reply—her cock slides halfway out before she slams it back into you to the hilt again, rocking your body with her thrust. 

"I don't think 'Fuck' isn't a reply to that question, Yun, dear." Yizhuo slowly pulls out again, and before you can retort, she pumps herself back in, moaning out loud at the tight squeeze of your cunt. "Does my cock—oh, fuck…—feel that good that you've forgotten how to speak?"

"Mmh, Ning~! Ning, you feel… oh, God, so good, fuck, Ning, fuck~!" Your moans mix in with your reply, and Yizhuo begins to leave soft kisses all over your breasts as she hears you out. You cradle her head as her tongue glides over a stiff nipple, and you only get louder when her thrusts slowly begin to increase in speed. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so good you're screaming, Yun."

The pleasure of Yizhuo's cock rubbing against your walls threatens to drive you crazy. Her cock feels so hard, so warm in you, and you can't believe that you're starting to get used to the stretch. Her cock is thick, so thick, and it fills you up entirely—you swear she might even bulge your tummy with every thrust. As Yizhuo ramps up her thrusts, you begin to release a stream of unintelligible moans—the Chinese girl is beginning to use your pussy well, and she's feeling just as good as you do, if her soft grunts and moans are any indicator. 

"Ning, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Yizhuo doesn't even bother with a reply—instead, she fucks you harder with each plea. Her hands grip your hips, and she holds you down. Next thing you know, Yizhuo takes off—she begins to pound your cunt. 

"Oh my God, oh my God, Ning, Ning, Ning, fuck, Ning!"

Your eyes begin to roll back in your skull as Yizhuo begins to fuck you. The wet claps of your flesh against hers are deafening, and so are your cries of pleasure. Your roommate gives you no mercy—she now pulls herself all the way out and pumps her full length into you with every thrust. Every stroke gives you whiplash—you alternate between being painfully empty and tightly stretched over and over, and the sight of Yizhuo's breasts jiggling with every hard thrust, mixed with her thumb rubbing circles on your clit leaves you dizzy. 

"So wet, so tight, fuck—!"

"Ning, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm going to cum all over your cock!"

With a loud scream, your hips buck once, twice, and a strong gush of your juices spray onto Yizhuo's body, before more of your cum leaks down between your legs. You shudder uncontrollably as Yizhuo's cock is forced out of your cunt, the pleasure of that orgasm sending your eyes rolling back into your head, jaw slack, moans uncontrolled. In an instant, you feel Yizhuo's hands on you—she fingers you hard and fast, her other hand rubbing your clit, and you scream once more as more squirt gushes out of your cunt, drenching the sheets even more. 

"That's right, just like that, squirt for me just like that!"

You barely even manage to process Yizhuo's words—right as your orgasm finally subsides, your roommate has her cock rubbing against your folds again. Without warning, Yizhuo once again pushes her cock into you, her shaft easily sliding in. 

"Yizh—fuck, I—Ning!—I can't, pl—I can't—!" You're delirious with pleasure, and the overstimulation has you protesting, but deep down you know you don't mean it.

"Yes you can, and you will, Yun. You want this as much as I do."

Yizhuo wastes no more words—she shifts your legs above her shoulders, and you're crying out in pleasure when the Chinese girl mounts you and rocks your world with a hard thrust, then another, and another. You feel yourself physically rock as Yizhuo pounds your cunt, and you scream as she begins to fuck you faster, harder. She gives up on keeping her moans in as well, her pleasure vocalized alongside yours in grunts and swears. You almost seem to fall into a trance, but you're kept grounded by the rhythmic thrusts that Yizhuo perpetually sends against your body, her cock stretching you out with every stroke, pushing you towards another orgasm.  

"Fuck, Yun, God, your pussy's going to make me fucking cum, oh God, fuck…" Yizhuo bites her lip, a guttural whine-turned-moan ending her sentence. "You're going to feel so full when I'm done—"

Want, want, want, want—

"Oh, fuck, fill me, Ning, fill me, fill me, fillmefillmeFILLME—!" You're already screaming even before either of you reach your peak. You're close, so close, and you can feel Yizhuo's cock growing bigger inside you—!

"Fuck, Yun!"

You barely even manage to catch the precursor before you feel warmth explode deep into you. Yizhuo's body grows stiff over you, and her hips stutter, cock twitching with every burst of hot semen that bursts into you, painting your walls white. At the same time, you gush against her body and drench her cock with your cum, a long moan being all you can manage as your second orgasm washes over you. Burst after burst of your squirt soaks the sheets beneath you as Yizhuo's cock fills you with more and more cum, until you feel it leak from the gaps between your hot connection, every time Yizhuo pulls out to fuck more of her cum back into you. 

When Yizhuo pulls her softening cock out of you, you fall limp in exhaustion, dizzy from the pleasure. Your roommate is in the same state, but she shifts up to you and mutters "Cuddle" before her arm wraps around you to pull you to a dry spot, into her embrace.

"Ning…?"

"Please?" The Chinese girl right now is a far cry away from the girl that's just topped you in bed. "We can talk about this later. Just let me cuddle!"

Who're you to deny her adorable request, you think, and you sink into Yizhuo's arms, her breathing eventually slowing to a slow rhythmic lull that leaves you sleepy as well. 

"Fuck it, we'll deal with this later."

[pinkykats-place]

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Stories are NOT mine.

Some contain mature content.

Readers are mostly female.

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Alliance

Ned Stark x second wife! Reader

Four Part Series

Surviving || Series Masterlist 

{Ned Stark x Reader}

Summary: It was a classic romance. You were barren, his wife had passed, and you’d met through your father. It was a wonder the minstrels weren’t already singing songs about you.

The Secret Wife

Ned Stark x Fem!Reader Imagine

A Quiet Morning

Tywin Lannister x Female Reader

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with your Lord Husband

Under his mane 

Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader 

Series Masterlist

Imagine Tywin Lannister visiting your chambers to fulfill his son’s duty at his place (smut)

Baby Lion

Tywin Lannister x pregnant!wife!Reader

Tywin Lannister being possessive and having jealous sex would include:

Longing

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader 

Request: good fluffy smut with Tywin Lannister… maybe him realizing that his feelings for the reader is more than just a political marriage

Warnings: political marriage/arranged marriage, older man x younger woman, soft smut, unprotected sex 

Repeat of History

Tywin Lannister x wife!Reader

Summary: when you go into labour, Tywin worries for your safety, remembering the death of his first wife

Trouble

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tywin takes a second wife for a purely political alliance, and ends up with far more than he expected.

Series: Tywin x Reader

Summary: Imagine finding out you are marry Tywin Lannister after the deaths of your brother and Mother, Robb and Catelyn Stark.

The Lady Lion

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Fluffy Fic

In Time, the Lion Loves

Tywin Lannister x fem!Reader

Blessed with youth 

Tywin Lannister x Tyrell!Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/gotpineapple/186244280214/blessed-with-youth-tywin-lannister-x-tyrellreader?source=share

 

Betrothed to the Wrong Brother

Stannis Baratheon x Reader

Based on this request: reader is supposed to be set up with Robert, but while at Storms End falls for Stannis instead? 

Confession

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Stannis finally confesses his love for his wife

Belonging

Stannis Baratheon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Takes place around the time Robert was crowned, when Stannis and the Reader are married for less than a year. Robert’s drunkenness results in some jealousy and misunderstandings (and making up).

Steady

Stannis x Wife!Reader

Setting: just a year or two after Robert was crowned

An Injustice

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Summary: A lil one shot from a visiting Davos’s pov after Robert’s Rebellion. There’s more but I like the characterisation in this the best. 

Stannis x Arryn!Reader

Jealous kiss for our one true king, stannis

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

headcanons on the relationship between Shireen Baratheon and stepmother!reader & on how the Baratheon household would change if the Reader was to marry Stannis

Headcanons for Stannis x Reader’s children

Playground (modern au)

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is sister to Sandor, and meets Stannis at a playground. The reader has a toddler daughter, but the father has passed away. Shireen and the daughter start playing together, so Stannis and the reader start talking too. Soon they plan a play date and the things escalate. 

Imagine threatening to leave Roose and him letting it slip that he loves you (smut)

Roose being touch starved would include

A Northern Arrangement || Series

Roose Bolton x Reader

Imagine making a deal with Roose Bolton so he wont betray Robb and will actually warn Robb and everyone of the Frey’s impending betrayal.

Roose Bolton x Reader || Series 

Roose being gentle with you:

Losing your virginity to Roose Bolton would include:

Imagine being in a pitch-black castle with Roose Bolton.

NSFW Alphabet with Roose Bolton

My Innocent Snowdrop

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Summary: The eldest Stark girl is forced to marry Oberyn Martell as a political alliance made by Cersei, but what she does not know is that the Prince of Dorne is a very loving man who easily falls in love with her and cherishes her deeply.

[fillinforlater]

Series Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every series and it's chapters/parts/adventures. It starts off with my biggest series', further down you find my CYOAs and Quickie series'. I hope you enjoy!

All fics that are not part of a series are either in my One-Shot Masterlist or in my IZ*ONE Masterlist!

ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST HERE

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 13 Series with 73 fics, 6 Active Series'

Original Series: Spaceship: Horizon

Season 1

Prologue - Welcome aboard, human (setup, no smut)

Part 1 - Unexpected (ft. Hitomi of IZ*ONE)

Part 2 - Cumming Home (ft. Mina of TWICE)

Part 3 - Lawless (ft. SinB and Eunha of GFRIEND)

Interlude - Lucid Dream I (ft. Giselle of aespa)

Part 4 - Healing ft. (JiU of Dreamcatcher)

Part 5 - Lazy but Laid (ft. Luda of WJSN)

Season Finale - The Star in Space (ft. Sakura of IZ*ONE)

Season 2

Prologue - Ominous Oracle (no smut)

Part 6 - The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)

Part 7 - Not-So-Cute (ft. Jiheon of fromis_9)

Part 8 - Plank (ft. Heejin of LOONA)

Interlude - Lucid Dream II (ft. futa!Karina of aespa)

Part 9 - Critical Clamps (ft. Yeri of Red Velvet)

Part 10 - A Train to Drain (ft. 7 Idols of 7 groups)

Season Finale - How did we get here? (ft. Sakura and Yena)

indefinite hiatus

+

Eleven to One-Universe (with @sooyadelicacies)

Yujin - Impossible Taming (Smut Timeline 1)

Yujin - Mandatory Lesson (Smut Timeline 2)

Yujin - Torrential Takeover (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 3)

Yujin - Easily Tempted (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 4)

Yujin - Into the Next (ft. Eunbi) (Smut Timeline 5)

Yujin - Costly Consequences (Smut Timeline 6) 

Minju - Punitive Punishment (ft. Yujin) (Smut Timeline 7)

Hyewon - Boundless Breeding (Smut Timeline 8) 

Yujin - Award Show Vibrations (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 9)

Minju - Fine Feet (Smut Timeline 10)

Eunbi - Fulfilling Filling (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 11)

Yujin - Needy Bold Confession (Smut Timeline 12)

Chaewon - Hate You Lots (ft. Yujin, Minju) (Smut Timeline 13)

Chaewon - What's to Hate? (ft. Minju, Yujin) (Smut Timeline 14)

Yujin - Scandalous Shooting (Smut Timeline 15)

Yena - Pet Play (Smut Timeline 16)

Chaewon - Smart Submission (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 17)

Yujin - Hotel Roommating (ft. Yena, Minju, Chaewon) (Smut Timeline 18)

to be continued

+

Original Series: T[w]o find each other (Idol x Idol)

Part 1 - [The one] who won[?] (ft.Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon)

Part 2 - [These] two [won] too (ft. IVE and Kep1er, futa!) 

Part 3 - T[w]o find love, [never three] (ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun)

finished

+

Original Series: Classmating

Minju - Classmating (Part 1)

Minju - Cumforting (Part 2)

--Minju - Cumpany (Part 3) (in planning)

+

Original Series: L4

Part 1 - Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (ft. Hyewon & Eunbi)

Part 2 - Loathing Love: Liable Lady (ft. Eunbi & Hyewon)

Part 3 - Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (ft. Hyewon & Yuri)

Part 4 - Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (ft. Eunbi, Hyewon & Yuri)

finished

+

Original Series: Blonde (Female Reader)

Gaeul - Chapter I

Gaeul - Chapter II

Gaeul - Chapter III

indefinite hiatus

+

Original Series: On her (with @sooyadelicacies)

Part 1 - On her knees (ft. Xiaoting of Kep1er, Monday of Weeekly)

Part 2 - On her bottom Part 1 (ft. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

Part 3 - On her bottom Part 2 (ft. Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM)

Part 4 - On her stage (ft. Jennie of BLACKPINK) (Quickie)

Part 5 - On her paws (ft. Hyunjin of LOONA) (Quickie)

Part 6 - On her back (ft. Irene of Red Velvet)

Part 7 - On her jeans (Part 1 of 3) (ft. Minji of NewJeans)

Part 8 - On her jeans (Part 2 of 3) (ft. Minji & Hanni of NewJeans)

Part 9 - On her jeans (Part 3 of 3) (ft. ???)

+

Original Series: My Kinky Wife & Her Crazy Bandmates

Part 1 - ----FRAGILE (ft. Chaewon)

Part 2 - FEAR---- (ft. Yunjin)

indefinite hiatus

+

Original Series: HCHQ (futa!idols)

Part 1 - Double Team (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha)

Part 2 - tripleD (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha, Gaeul)

--Part 3 - ??? (in planning)

+

Original Series: Possession of the Queen (Female Reader)

Doyeon - Chapter I 

Doyeon - Chapter II

--Doyeon - Chapter III (in planning, finale)

+

Quickie Series: A member for the members (Idol x Idol) (with focus on futa!Sohyun)

Prelude - An unexpected D-Day (ft. Mashiro of Kep1er)

Part 1 - Expect the Unexpected (ft. Nien of tripleS)

--Part 2 - Expectations were Met (ft. Yooyeon of tripleS)

--Part 3 - Unexpected, but welcome (ft. xxx of tripleS)

--Finale - An expected D-Day (ft. xxx of tripleS)

+

Quickie Series: Phone 

Part 1 - Snake Invasion (ft. Sana of TWICE)

Part 2 - Bunny Upside Down (ft. Nayeon of TWICE)

Part 3 - Angel of Infinity +0 (ft. Minju of IZ*ONE)

Part 4 - Angel of Infinity +1 (ft. Minju and Tzuyu)

Part 5 - Angel of Infinity +2 (ft. Minju, Yiren and Tzuyu)

Part 6 - Energy Restored (ft. Jeongyeon of TWICE)

Part 7 - No Manners (ft. Lia of ITZY)

Part 8 - Return of the Angel +1 (ft. Minju and Shuhua)

Part 9 - Return of the Angel +2 (ft. Minju, Bomi and Shuhua)

Part 10 - Return of the Angel +3 (ft. Minju, Shuhua, Eunha and SinB)

indefinite hiatus

+

Quickie: 1st Chose-Your-Own-Adventure (CYOA)

Start - Double Stacked (ft. Rei of IVE & Chaehyun of Kep1er)

Option 1 - Double Stacked - One More (ft. Chaehyun) 

Option 2 - Double Stacked - I’m spent (ft. futa!Rei) 

finished

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

The Bitter Truth || Bi-Han

Warning(s): female reader insert (former Lin Kuei member), magic-user (sound manipulation), anger, betrayal, reader can fight, blood and gore, taunting, set after the game, canon tower ending, rough sex, branding, make-outs, fingering, Bi-Han is a dick.

Words: 4,474

No Minor's Allowed!!

“A mission? For me?”

Your tone, due to the voice-altering mask you are wearing sounds almost robotic despite your uncertainty.    

Kuai Liang nods. 

“Do you doubt your talents?” 

You do not, but since your defect from the Lin Kuei, due to Bi-Han’s treachery, you do not have trust in yourself. Your heart is full of rage and no amount of meditation has quelled it.

With a deep unsteady breath, you shake your head.

“By my oath, I will complete any mission given to me. I swear to it.”

“I don't doubt you will,” Kuai Liang states. “But while you are out there, you must steel your heart. This mission is of the utmost importance to us, as a new clan and as protectors of Earthrealm.”

You understand. You do. Chased from your home, you along with the defectors were forced to flee to Japan. If not for Harumi Shirai offering refuge, then you and the others would surely be killed. 

Even so, this transition did not go over easily with you. It hurts to lose your home; to lose him. No, Bi-Han was not your lover, but you strongly admired him. He was your Grandmaster, a man who gave your life purpose. Then he betrayed you.

Of course, you are still sore about it.

“You have my word,” you utter. 

So long as the mission goes as planned.

–

Things have come full circle, you note, as you and a handful of assassins trek the snow-covered peak toward the Ying Fortress, the same fortress that tested your oath to the Lin Kuei, forcing you to defect. 

Since the Dragon Army fell and the Soul Stealers were left inoperable, the icy fortress has been abandoned. 

It is no threat to Earthrealm, as of yet, however, several battalions rest within; the nine hundred or more that was promised to Bi-Han. While there are no souls to possess the dormant army, Lord Liu Kang is concerned that Lin Kuei will attempt to utilize them. 

Trafficking in such strong magic would draw Lord Liu Kang’s attention. 

It's the reason you and the brothers do not think Bi-Han will attempt to gather them but as the God of Fire had stated, ‘It is better to be cautious’. And you agree. 

Once at the top of the mountain, you marvel at the serene glow surrounding the fortress. It's ethereal, something you do not expect from a two-thousand-year-old burial ground - give or take - but even places of death can be beautiful. The afternoon sun brings some warmth, but not enough to melt the thick icicles clinging to the buildings and surrounding equipment. 

You imagine in the day, during the rise of the Ying Dynasty, it was a sight to behold.

But I am not here to sightsee. 

Positioning three assassins around the fortress, you order the other two to follow you inside. It's much colder in the treasure room without the smelters running. Gold koins lie in heaps on the floor, a temptation you consider, but ultimately decline. 

“Remain here. I will not be but a minute,” you order, continuing down the hall toward the burial chamber. 

Inside the tomb, you pause and glance around. It is quiet, far too quiet. While the number of guards is less than before, there are still too many to account for. But fortunately, there seems to be no life left in the chamber. The green aura of their souls no longer permeates their bodies.

No one seems to have returned here since Titan Shang Tsung was defeated. That is fortunate. 

To be sure, you walk up the stairs onto the first raised platform, checking down rows for movement. The sentries are like statues, however, you do not let down your guard. Any of Earthrealm's enemies could be lying in wait. Yet even after revealing yourself, no one makes a move to attack you. 

Certain that no one is in the tomb, you turn and walk back to the treasure room. The two assassins you left rejoin you, and without a word, you motion for them to follow. However, something odd catches your attention. 

Near the rafters, you notice a torn banner clinging on with might and main. A strong wind could blow it down, however, it is stiff, as if it is frozen solid. Upon further observation, you realize that it is. You narrow your eyes in suspicion and follow the rafters across the room to the far corner. The wood and nearby wall are iced over, and to make matters worse, it seems to be spreading. You can hear the sharp crack as it forms. 

But how? It's not nearly cold enough–

You widen your eyes in realization. 

“Get out of the way!” 

You shove the nearest assassin aside, leaping out of the way, but the other does not react quickly enough. An unrefined spear of ice pierces the assassin in the chest at a 45-degree angle, bowing their upper body backward in such a savage way that their spine snaps in a loud and horrifying crack. They are instantly killed. 

A flash of twilight blue leaps down from the rafters and lands in front of you. A deep-seated rage fills your heart as your former grandmaster stares you down with narrowed eyes. 

“Sub-Zero,” you utter.

You are shocked that he is here. His greed knows no bounds.  

“You came for the guardians.” You pause to snort in contempt. “Have you no honor?”

“You are ill-informed,” Bi-Han states with a sneer. 

How so?

“There is no other reason for you to be here. While wary of your actions, Lord Liu Kang was–”  

“Silence!” Bi-Han interrupts. “Your prattling is irksome. A dog barking on behalf of their owner.”

You tighten your jaw in irritation. He has no right to chide you. It is the clan’s responsibility to protect Earthrealm, not lead it like a God. What led his code of honor astray? 

“Turn yourself in Bi-Han,” you plead. With your mask on, it sounds like a command, one he seems not to take kindly to. “If not for your brothers, then for me.”

Raising his arm, you watch in apprehension as his limb from the gauntlet up ices over.

So, he wants a fight.

You adjust the plates in your mask using a switch on the side to resonate with your voice, altering its shape, and while your heartbeat is erratic, you are ready to put an end to this. 

Steel your heart. 

Taking a fighting stance, you wait for Bi-Han to make the first move. And he does not disappoint. Creating a spear of ice, he launches at you, freezing the ground beneath his feet. You leap to the side to avoid it, falling into a roll. 

Once you are back on your feet, you watch as he clashes with the assassin, impaling them with the spear and slamming them onto the ground. To avoid another unnecessary death, you run forward and aim to take him down with a flying scissor kick. You wrap your legs around his head and use your momentum to toss him off his feet and onto his back. Then for the sake of trying, you slam your heel into his chest before you roll back onto your feet again.

Bi-Han sits up and narrows his eyes at you. The look chills you to the bone. He quickly stands and to avoid a direct onslaught from him, you backpedal, but to your shock, he goes after the assassin again. The said clan member does well to avoid his direct hits, but they are nowhere as skilled as the Grandmaster.

Constructing an ice klone, he sends it forward, striking them with a straight punch to the chest. The assassin falls back onto the floor with a groan of pain and while they attempt to stand, he freezes them solid. 

An icy chill much colder than the room permeates the air and without remorse, Bi-Han hurls a ball of ice at them. Their body from the waist up shatters with a loud gruesome crack and a gush of blood rains down, shooting from their corpse.

You tighten your jaw. This is not good. 

Turning his fierce eyes toward you, he swiftly shoots an ice ball in your direction intent on freezing you over, but unlike the assassin, you know how to easily deal with this sure-hit special move. You take a deep breath and then release a sonic scream that shatters the ice. A cool mist tosses your hair, but none of the shards reach you.

“Your potential is wasted with Kuai Liang,” Bi-Han states. 

You narrow your eyes. 

“And what? Better served to a traitor who has lost his honor.”

“You misplace your loyalty,” Bi-Han sneers. He brings his hands together and shapes a wall of jagged ice behind him. “I shall shatter them.”

Is he delusional? He knows nothing of loyalty but to himself. This sense of egotism boils your blood. Taking a deep breath you let out another scream that shatters the ice behind the cryomancer. He groans and grips his ears in pain while you close the distance, striking him in the head with a butterfly kick.

Bi-Han stumbles back, but quickly regains his footing, moving into a fighting stance. He easily blocks a straight punch from you, then connects with one of his own, adding a bit of chill to it. You fall back into a squat, catching yourself from falling onto your ass on the floor, then once he's within range you toss your body back into a flip, kicking him in the chest and away from you. 

The cryomancer brushes off his tabard and dashes at you with a short-range ice klone, but as you shatter it with a sonic scream, he leaps into the air and lands a kick on you, knocking you back onto the floor.

“I'm not impressed,” Bi-Han scoffs. 

How can he be so cruel? You would have bled for him. Despite your best efforts to control your irritation, you sit up and release a sonic scream that shakes the rafters. Bi-Han is knocked back and while he grabs his ears, you stand and walk towards him. 

Raising your leg, you knee him hard in the stomach. Then without hesitation, you slam your fist into the side of his head, freeing his mask in the process. Blinded by your anger, you do not notice the air turns icy until it is too late. A ball of ice to the stomach knocks you off your feet and onto the floor, forcing the air from your lungs. You cough, rolling onto your side. If Bi-Han had been aiming to kill you, he could have easily.

So why didn't he?

Noticing him approaching, you force yourself back onto your feet, intent on hitting him with another sonic scream if you are able, but before you can take in a breath, Bi-Han lifts his arm and wraps his hand around your throat. You gasp for air and grab his arm, but you are unable to remove it. His grip is unbelievable. 

You consider a point-blank scream, but you aren't sure that it would not hurt him. The worst-case scenario would be to rupture his eardrums, but if he is intent on choking you to death, then this is the only choice you have. Tightening your jaw, you roughly take in a breath, but the heated look on the cryomancer’s face halts you.   

     

“Scream and it will be your last,” Bi-Han threatens. 

The icy chill of his hand brings goosebumps to your skin, an evident warning. You do not doubt that he will freeze your throat if you disobey him, so you release your held breath. His grip eases, but only enough for you to take in shallow breaths. 

Bi-Han narrows his eyes.

“Your rage blinds you.”

You bite your tongue. This is rich coming from him, someone who let his anger toward Lord Liu Kang consume him. It's strange though. He clearly dislikes his brothers, so why does he not share the same intense emotion toward you? 

I want to know. 

But you do not dare ask. Instead, you bring up the second matter at hand.   

“If not for the Dragon King’s Army…then what? Why did you come here?”

“That is none of your concern,” Bi-Han answers. “But know that we do not need the aid of the Dragon Army to rule Earthrealm.”

So, it was true. What power did the Lin Kuei possess? It had to be more powerful than the army. You narrow your eyes. 

“I don't believe you.”

Bi-Han yanks you closer. If not for his arm, you would be leaning against his chest. Still, he is too close for comfort. An embarrassed heat spreads across your face. 

“Are you not loyal to me?” He asks. Raising his other arm, he frees the mask from your face. “After all I have done.”

How dare he. 

“I owe you nothing,” you argue. Tightening your hands around his arm, you stare heatedly into his dark eyes. 

“You owe me more than Kuai Liang,” Bi-Han points out. 

It isn't about who owes what though. Yes, it was Bi-Han who brought you into the Lin Kuei, trained and shaped you, but his greed was too overwhelming. Even now he expects more. 

You snort.

“You value recognition over responsibility. The principles you taught me, Kuai Liang would never forsaken. Or ask me too.”

Bi-Han raises a brow. 

“It's evident why my little brother favors you so. Obedient, easy to manipulate…swift to spread your legs for him.”

Is he serious? Your face heats up. Where did this lewd way of thinking come from? Is he jealous? You laugh. 

“I never took you for a jealous man, Bi-Han, but it makes sense now.”

His hand tightens around your throat in warning, making you groan. Despite the danger he poses, you can't help but taunt him. 

“Does it rattle you that I chose Kuai Liang as my Grandmaster over you, after everything you have done for me? Did you expect me to get on my knees for you? I am not your precious Sektor.” 

You have had about enough of him. There is no way you plan to join him. The icing on the cake comes after. You know it is petty, but you are mad. Why must you have to steel your heart when it comes to a greedy, self-absorbed man like him?

“You think I'm promiscuous? Perhaps you are jealous that I never spread my legs for you.” 

A surprised silence fills the air. You realize too late what this means; too late that you had set the stage for him. In hindsight, perhaps you wanted it to come to this. 

Releasing your throat, Bi-Han grabs your face and tilts your head to his advantage, forcing you to look at him.

“I admit regret.”

For what? You widen your eyes in disbelief. The answer is staring you in the face.

“I'm not promiscuous.”

Bi-Han hums. 

The other hand he used to yank down your mask, he slips between your thighs, vigorously grasping you through your pants. You shiver in response, taking in a deep uneasy breath. Shit. This is not the reaction you expected. 

“Such resistance,” he mocks.

You narrow your eyes heatedly at him. For fucks sake. You want more than ever to punch him in the face. If only he was not kneading your sex like a sore muscle. Your mind and body are not in sync. Though perhaps they are and it is taking you longer to admit that this is the attention you always wanted from Bi-Han. 

Breathing heavily through your nose, you avert your attention. Not even the shattered body of the second assassin deters you from taking pleasure in this. 

“Look at me,” Bi-Han orders. 

You do so, almost robotically. It must be muscle memory. The man in question stares at your face for a moment as he fondles you, and then he pulls your head in and presses his chapped lips against yours in a rough kiss.

Restless, you open your mouth and softly touch your tongue against his bottom lip. Bi-Han seems uncertain as if he did not intend for you to react so welcoming to him, but he soon opens his mouth and presses his tongue against yours. With the control back in his favor, he tilts your head and leads the kiss. You hum in relief. However, the brooding Grandmaster is not keen on romance or intimacy; this is obvious. 

He removes his hand from your sex, much to your displeasure, and forces his fingers into the waistband of your pants, yanking them down past your hips and ass. A chill bites at your naked skin, but as Bi-Han tugs aside your underwear and sinks a finger into your pussy, you soon forget about the cold air. Your legs buckle and your stomach tightens. 

It's strange given the circumstances, but you know you certainly should not be enjoying this as much as you are. What will Kuai Liang and Lord Liu Kang think of you? Not much, you assume. And honestly neither do you, but you can not help yourself. 

This man is the bane of your existence, and yet, he is a bad habit you can not kick. 

His tongue tastes sweet like green tea, a flavor you find suits him despite his toxic demeanor. A moment ago he implied that you were hot for his brother, but this does not deter you; it riles you and pushes you to show him how much he wants you. It's obvious in the way he tongue kisses you like he's desperate to show you the same thing. 

Sliding out of your footwear, you lean against Bi-Han as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to remove your pants. If he would move his fingers, you would take your underwear off too. You grip the hand that is clung to your face and break from the kiss, leaning back the best you can.

“My clothes, let me take them off for you.” 

Bi-Han gauges you. The look on his face shows that he is suspicious. He has every right to be. If he were anyone else, you would have attacked them already. Sliding your hand down between your thighs, you cover his hand through your underwear, squeezing it. 

“You can feel how much I want this, right?” You utter.

The Grandmaster narrows his eyes in response, but removes his hand and steps back to give you space. He watches you carefully as you undress, though due to the mountain air, you only remove what you need to. 

Bare from the waist down, you leisurely walk back to him, resting your hands on his chest. 

“Did you bare yourself like this to my brother?” Bi-Han asks spitefully.

You consider kneeing him in the chest. Whatever. If he wants to be nasty, then so shall you. 

“Do you also wish to know how he fucked me? That is nosy of you.”

Bi-Han curls his nose in disgust, an action that prompts a grin from you.

“He who makes assumptions is foolish.”

Without a warning, he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you off your feet with ease. You gasp in shock and cling to him like a scared animal, trying to wrap your mind around the sudden action. Once the fear has faded and you are certain that he is not about to body slam you onto the ground, you wrap your legs around him and lean back to give him a heated look. 

If not for his erection pressing against you then you would assume that he was not into this. 

I suppose I am the foolish one.

Of course, he is into it. Even a man like Bi-Han can take pleasure in sex. And what is better than turning your enemy into a writhing mess? What he fails to see, however, is that you have an advantage here. 

Sliding your hand into his pants, you take hold of him, leisurely stroking his shaft up and down. His muscles tighten beneath you and to your sheer delight, Bi-Han quietly groans. You quicken your pace, hoping to draw more from him, but he selfishly shifts you in his arms, using a free hand to slide his pants down past his waist.

You feel the head of his cock align with your sex a moment before he thrusts into you, shifting you again so that your legs are resting on his forearms. Used against you, your body sinks to the base, folded up in a way that makes it difficult to breathe well. Even though you are a little wet, his girth stretches your walls almost painfully, making you feel thoroughly full. You tighten your jaw, suppressing a groan. There isn’t much you can do in this position but wrap your arms around his shoulders and take whatever he gives you.  

He had to have known that by doing this, you would be at his mercy. It both excites and infuriates you.

Pressing you close to him, he uses one hand to prevent you from falling back; the other grasps your ass as he begins to vigorously bounce you on his cock.

Your lips part and embarrassingly a desperate moan escapes. For fucks sake. You did not expect it to be like this. It is surprisingly intimate this close to him. You do not know where to look. And honestly, you don't want to give Bi-Han the honor of seeing how undone he is making you feel. 

But do I have a choice?

Even your body enjoys embarrassing you. The lewd wet slaps permeating the still cold air make your face heat up. Each quick breath that pours from you sends out a wisp of fog, but you can not help it. 

He feels so good. 

The amount of stamina Bi-Han must have to fuck you like this is incredible. He does not appear to be breaking a sweat at all, though laces of his hair have escaped his bun, bouncing against his face as he thrusts into you. 

For a moment, you forget how much pain he has caused you. The pleasure surging through your body is too real. It consumes you, so much so the world around you begins to contort in a saturated blur. You realize too late that tears pour down your heated face.

“Dry your eyes,” Bi-Han demands sternly. 

You bite back an insult. 

“Can't…not yet.”

When did he become so cruel?

“You would ignore an order?” He asks.

What is his deal? You give him a heated look. 

“You're not my Grandmaster anymore, Bi-Han,” you sneer. Your tone cracks a bit as you lower it. “Just fuck me…please. I need you like this.”

The man in question does not make a rebuttal. You are not sure if this means the end for you or not, but you close your eyes and relish the feeling of being this close to him. To your relief, he does not falter or stop. 

You whine as the pressure in your lower body increases. But it's not nearly enough. Not yet. You rely on Bi-Han’s strength to keep you upright, sinking a hand between your thighs to tease your clit in small, deep rotations. It does not take long for the pressure to build to the point where you orgasm. 

Your eyes roll back as waves of pleasure wash over you. It feels intense; all-consuming, like everything and nothing at the same time. But it only lasts for a minute before the feeling fades and you crash land back into reality. 

Leaning forward, you rest against Bi-Han as he continues to fuck you. Like this, you are aware of the bitter cold nipping at your skin and the sting of his nails as they bite into your right ass cheek. It hurts a bit, but you do not entirely mind it. 

Little by little, you feel his muscles start to tense. He does not make much of a noise as he comes; the only indication you have is when he suddenly slides from you, leaving you feeling empty and sore. 

For a moment, the two of you remain in place but once you have caught your breath, you lift your head, wiping away the tears. 

“Put me down.”

Bi-Han grunts in annoyance, but instead of arguing with you, he releases your shaking legs one at a time and sets you back on the floor. Your foot makes contact with something wet and cold and upon further investigation, you realize that you stepped in his cum. 

At least he didn't shoot it inside me. 

Retrieving your clothes, you use your underwear to clean yourself off until you can take a bath. You watch in suspicion, unsure of what to do, as the man in front of you redresses and slips back on his mask. Is he going to attack you? Or leave you be? 

Before you can slide on your pants, Bi-Han approaches you. Shit. He wants a second round. You take a fighting stance, but he unexpectedly grabs your arm and yanks you forward. 

Standing so close to him, you can not understand what he is going to do until an extremely hot pain shoots up your side. No, it isn't hot. It is gelid. You scream out in pain and attempt to jerk away from him, but Bi-Han crushes you against his chest. 

“Resist and I will do more than mark you,” he states.

He's marking you. 

It fucking hurts. 

Your side is on fire. Tears leak down your face as you sob in pain, then it is over. Bi-Han releases you and you fall to the floor, feeling faint. Across your skin is a burn in the shape of a handprint; it is already starting to blister.

“Are you out of your mind?!” You cry out. 

Bi-Han narrows his eyes. 

“You are in denial. It's clear to me where your loyalty lies, and until you come to terms with the bitter truth, I'll leave you with that reminder.”

Denial. What does he mean? 

“What bitter truth?” You ask with a sneer. 

Instead of giving you an answer, he turns and walks toward the entrance. 

“Bi-Han…BI-HAN!”

How can he just leave you with so many unanswered questions? And in this mindset. You still do not know why he came here. Clutching your clothes in your hand, you hold back your anger, ignoring the pleasant ache in your core he left you with.   

Perhaps I do know what he means. 

The bitter truth is you care far too much for him to turn your back on him. But his views are too immoral to ignore. As for the other questions, you are sure you will have a run-in with him again. 

But what will I do?  

Only time will tell. 

[daze4all]

Preserve the Deal - NSFW Yandere!Masochist!Aventurine x  Debtor! Reader

You don’t get to walk out this deal unscathed…he has you in chokehold which you deliver right back.  Reader!Debter and Creditor! Aventurine. Hate sex.  Asphyxiation, Masochist! (Sadist!) Aventurine.

Warning: Yandere! Aventurine, Powerplay, Crediter x debtor Reader, Thigh riding, Pain Masochist! Aventurine.  , Suffocation, He has you in chokehold… he is annoying so could see why ppl want to strangle him a bit…hate sex. Biting kisses, tie bondage. Dubcon/noncon.. safewords so unwilling but consensual? Prostitution  dirty talk. Bets. Swearing. Humiliation. Swearing.

Yandere!Masochist!Aventurine! X Reader

Spread out on billboard along with the many chips you simply were a prize to be won in this bet and aventurine was never one to lose…

Yandere! Aventurine eyed you across the desk in his hotel room. A proud symbol of great nation fallen to debt but shining with rich history culture.

Miss perfect. He mocked a glint in his eye as he panted at her ministrations gentle and steady but not enough when the fires of jealousy still raged.

 He was fixated particularly on you so you had been served per his request as the representative to deal with him on most occasions.

“You mean to say you like to build it back the way you like” bitter as you mind calculated dteh losing deal your planet need resources the ipc provided. Aventurine struck gard deal and was a headaches his hypnotic eyes always searching for more.

“ Most of citizen made to be ipc worker from the planet you take over” you pointed out

Gazing at the ipc emblem on the wall and remembering strict communal way were run down to identical uniforms. You grimaced as aventurine looked amused.

“I like preserve civilizations not ruin them.” Tactfully he retorted.

We will exist and survive as brand are quite powerful, preserving longer than past civilization I say. Aventurine countered

And if I do remember friend, you own quite the debt Yandere Aventurine hummed

“I won’t let the culture and heritage be erased colonized and dominated by the ipc brand as one of their projects.” You proudly retorted without the strength. You reminded him of cute cornered mouse putting on brave face before the amused smiling cat.

Oh, then what will you give up instead? We run an enterprise not a charity after all. He already had a deal forming in his mind.

“Our land rich with trade there is benefit to get rare materials seen nowhere else and we have lasted centuries as has our trade union. Name it do you want “you ventured confident in your planet resources but not excepting his request.

“Rare treasure indeed…as you are rarest of all. Give yourself to me, let me preserve your beauty.” He smoothly said as you blinked perplexed as his words sank in.

“Is that even allowed?” you spat out shocked and appalled nervous eyes seeking a way out. If you had a  drink you’d have thrown it in his face, He wasn’t serious was he ?

but your planet needed this deal. …

“Sometimes rules need to be broken~ he whispered in your ear.

The way I do business is different …. but a once in lifetime deal just for you dear. I’ve taken a liking to you assured aventurine sweetly as he draped his coat over you covering you with his scent.

I’ll give you the business dinner to think about it her genouslry offed as he helped you put on not your own but His coat . An obvousis sign and symbol marking you and a chain kept you frozen in place by his side the rest of the night at the business dinner.

Your mind whired at the implications and insinuation.  The benift and obcous disadavtage the fallout this would bring as you relize dyouw ere trapped.

At the end of the night found youselr again alone with Yandere! Aventurine  in his office as he reached out to tuck hair behind ear and his hand strays to brush your to neck where the pulse beats as fast as a trapped bird .

Why you asked?

“I am the ipc so all that fleeing and ethereal I deal with…” He hums as he pulls from your ear a coin like a magic trick.

“So just a taste of eternity tonight is all I ask.” Aventurine smoothly says the sentence heavy with expectations as he flips the coin smoothly from head to tail across his knuckles.

“As if I’ll get any pleasure from this deal” she spat out vitriolic in embarrassment.  Squashing shamefully the part of her that it so easy to say yes and fear she might fall for his hypnotic charms. The snake in the grass and the devil in the details of the deal.

To give him what he truly wanted all along when he had fixed his hypnotic eyes on her when first visiting their planet,

“Glad to see you are agreeable to the deal now you want to bet on it?” Aventurine smiled serenely extending a hand to seal the devils deal. Eyes flashing hypnotic and melodic a sharp flash of teeth.

Compelled conflicted and trapped you took the devil deal and shook his hand.

Yandere! Aventurine would prove to her a night with him was pleasure not easily escaped.

----- 18+ Smut begins---

Yandere! Aventurine took her hand pulling into his arms before hoisting her up on his desk Spreading his hand apart on either side of her observing her next reaction so fascinating to his hypnotic eyes. Observing and calculating his next move to her nervous stare.

“Get on top, after all that all you ever wanted right? The everything will be right” he crooned cruelly in amusement. With a sly smile he sat back in his plush rolling chair as he admired her perched on his desk above him.

“Alright “she mustered with what pride she had left. She shook with anger frustration as she stepped down from above and gave in settling herself on his lap with an icy stare.  Goaded by the bet.

“I love to ruin perfect things and you my dear are perfection.” Yandere Aventurine purred.

After months of bargaining with him over deals and bartering on behalf of her planet whilst putting as much space she could through communication with talking helms and sky crane.

Finally, she was forced to meet him face to face as he wanted. On his lap no less. bending o his whims like the whore, he wanted her to be.  

She thought ashamed, disgusted, and a bit turned on despite her deep feelings of anger she felt for this man.

“Ahh miss judge not wanting to break the rules. Miss perfect” he goaded. Humming idly as he rutted up into her to get her to move. 

Annoyed she ground down hard enough on him she thought it would hurt but only got a please groan.

“You scoundrel” she breathed annoyed to be caught in his web. He was handing over the reins for the illusion of control.

All she could do was ride him with her anger at her predicament. Undulating hips sharp and hard twists intending to make it hurt putting pressure on his groin but only receiving please moans in retuen. Was this guy a masochist ?

“Move dear or is that all you got”. Yandere!Aventurine mocked a glint in his eye as he panted at her ministrations gentle steady but not enough when the fires of jealousy still raged.

She set her lip in grim determined line and properly straddling him moved purposefully receiving unwanted pleasure from the action. Her grip also tightened at the nape of his neck provoked by his taunt.

It was fight for control over the planet as much as over each other. One neither wanted to lose. how many times did she want him writhing beneath her like this helpless so many times like she was while her land lay wrecked and ruined. It was the best revenger she could get bittersweet as she knew just falling in to his hands. Afterall how could she hurt a masochist?

“The treasure of the planet all for me.” He crooned admiring he view of her

As she bounced on his cock, he took a nipple into his mouth with mischievous grin rolling the bud in his mouth and scraping his teeth against it.

“Don’t you dare” she hissed tightening her grip and pulling as his hair at the nape of neck in warning in response he only hovered and delivered a love bite and sucked making a hickey as he moved back to survey his work.

A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her in revenge her hands went from his shoulders to his neck reflexively and squeezed in warning.

Yandere! Aventurine groaned in response, breathless from the lack air sweet relief and high rushing from sudden adrenaline rush of fear, pain and pleasure. A risky bet he had made one he would win.

Sometimes rules need to be broken~ Aventurine taunted before turning the tables on her and hoisting her up and pushing her swiftly onto her back so she was bottom and he atop

Yandere! Aventurine pushed aside cumbersome clothing and thrust suddenly to her surprise and into her to wet wall gasping panting from exertion seeing stars.

AH! Hah—you bas- She gasped as a finger stifled her

Ah I do love it when you fight …amused as Yandere!Aventurine notices her trying to turn to face him to regain control. He pinned her down easily and he locked her arm behind her back and mount sher from behind as she gasped from the fullness of him.

“Mhh how good how wet you are for me dear what lovely cocksleeve” Yandere!Aventurine groans in pleasure the feeling of velvety walls close on him. An embrace she would never give him normally.

So, it was a sweet prize her took heightened by her annoyed and angered face. She trembled in anger and humiliation.

“So feisty and so beautiful don’t you see? This is sight I must preserve my eyes alone”

Yandere!Aventurine bites his glove off “to feel you better my dear” he crooned as with slim fingers he explore nook and cranny of wet walls fingering and flicking the nub so she was leaking for him.

Humming nonchalantly with cheeky grin. Yandere!Aventurine thruss into her to wet walls gasping, panting from exertion seeing stars with her spark of pleasure burning between them as high as the feeling from the damnble attraction between them. Each the other thorns in their side rival and enemies in the workplace.

Now he the creditor putting his debtor in place.

“Ah you are perfection, I will preserve all of you~” Yandere!Aventurine murmurs hotly into her ear savoring her warmth , her burning embarrassment, shame and humiliation at his hands.

 “Before I break it all”. Hushed whispered a dark promise as she cried out and succumbed to his ministrations as she pushed her onto her back and took her over and over again.

“And build it back up again” Yandere!Aventurine growled as she wailed as met esctay and high warmth spilling unhinder into her deiptis her struggle.

“That was the deal my dear” Yandere!Aventurine crooned in self-satisfaction at her ruined wrecked state chasing her own pleasure futilely on his cock no matter the bastard it was attached to as she had hissed in his ear turning him on even more.

“You smug bastard, I hate you” she gritted out tears squeezing out and mouth open in unwanted pleasure as she rutted against him face flushed panting.

“As long as you love this~” He purred as he wrapped his tie around her hands jerking her forward onto his lap making her bounce to his hips in smacking rhythm like before but he was in control.

“Hmm with that face, my dear it says you want this” Humming Yandere!Aventurine thrust into her to wet wall gasping panting from exertion seeing star until her and pick up speed

Yandere!Aventurineloosened then tightened his tie as he pulled her forward on his lap forcing her down to embrace his weeping cock. To kiss it with her own pussy leaking and hungry for him although her own mouth may say otherwise.

“So fiery~ ha I love it “

Do I have to ah shut you up again? She threatedn

“Try it all the more pleasure for me my dear” smirked Yandere!Aventurine

confirming he was in fact a raging masochist as much as he was sadist enjoying her humiliation at his hands.

Annoyed her hands reached out and did as he asked for the satisfaction of the deed no matter that it gave him what he wanted.

“ah Quite a good deal, I’d say my dear “he gasped and purred as his tilted up her chin to kiss her as she sexily strangled him.

She jerked her head biting down on his tongue. Trail of red blood and saliva slid  down their lips connecting them  and broke between them.

“Whores don’t kiss, is it?” Aventurine sardonically said at her hate filled gaze. 

Bastard, I’m not whore she retorted.

“That what you desire dear with your attitude.” He rretorted as he he flipped her doggy style and pounded her harder. Her grip tightened harder on his neck giving him the delicous sensation of struggling for air. Making him heady with the loss of air  panting and flushed with the sdrenaline rush to shut him up until she released him.

“Bastard pervert” she swore as she trembled from her own orgasm disgust on her face as if he were an insect or worm. The disgust on his face on serving to turning him on. As he was the disgusting pervert

“Remember dear I’m the one defiling you. What does that say of you dirty girl?” Aventurine choughed out before closing his eyes savoring her warm insides

“Not a whore” she bit back hotly.

 “True just my slut then~ he hummed satisfied as his own delusional conclusion.

“Afterall, You wouldn’t dare go back on the deal and fuck someone else would you?”

Yandere!Aventurine’s eyes dark and hypnotic with jealousy. She scowled she never made no such promise.

Better make sure, shouldn’t we dear? Dread crept up her back at the institution as she felt he hardening of him within her relizing too late his intentions.

Ahh mph You better not-hey this was not part of the deal-“ she protested futile as he pushed her down lost in pleasure.

He met her eye sand just smirked emptying himself in her to her disgust.

 I’ll pay extra he tossed out as she glared daggers at him fading into distraction by the warm rush of him and by her own pleasure as her own orgasm washed over her.

Extra Post Coitus

Cleanup will be bitch Aventurine lightly remarked as he sat on the bed observing the mess.

No more than you are she answered ambiguously wrapped in the sheet he stole from him as he grappled for them back then settled to smoke while eying her cocoon .

“I am your destructive mess” Yandere!Aventurine conceded “one you have to deal with on daily basis dear as you best customer.”

Someday he would have her in her entirety not just her body he mused as smoke curled from his cigarette and couched as she grumbled about the smell and nestled further in her covers.

By his side he wondered if she realized she was unintendedly cuddling with him but decided to bite her tongue lest she squirm away in disgust again.

“How did it feel dear?” Yandere!Aventurine asked.

At the silence he continued “I don’t take bets I don’t win so of course you loved it” smugly as he unwrapped her shaking flushed form still shaking with desire lust as she reached out for him.

“I wonder if you are not the whore” she snarked back as her only acknowledgement of his skills as last resort. Annoyed he had had enthralled her so and made her fall to temptation and pleasure of the act.

“Again dear?” Yandere!Aventurine smirked as he embraced her. Yes, this deal was a most fruitful one that he would win by the end.

Extra: Behind the scenes could read it as a roleplay and he paid her….

“That was crazy and cumming inside was not part of deal” she tartly said as they lounged post coitus. A close bond formed from the intertwining of bodies and informality from dealing with each other for so long.

“Hmm but you never said the safe word … A bank such as the ipc always has a safe password ~” Aventurine reminded her cheekily.

“….I forgot” she sniffed turning her head in embarrassment

What No really? Aventurine mocked with a laugh.

What was it?

Not telling he teased

Imagine lol…the safe word was Ratio because nothing turns off a man like hearing another come from herlips or if you guys ship him reminder what cannot have or cheating one lol. Hmm maybe do threesome aventurine introducing his girl to ratio to make him fall lol

The trick is technically this fic never mentioned one…but it may had been decided earlier if it was deal the two a customer and client rather that debtor and creditor but up to reader interpretation…

-Background Context for OC/Reader.

- Originally used she as reader Dawn based OC the Judge to ten commissions

- who had to pay the IPC to keep trade deal up with Xianzhou & renew deals after the abundance war fallout when quintets split up leaving the loufu in shambles like the situation with Aurum alley

-So she had to deal with Aventurine…with her body and rumor circulated she only had her beauty and no strength unlike  her high elder older brother Dan Feng to deal diplomatically with other planets

- Virgin queen Elizabeth based Reader who enticed suiters across space with promises with marriage expect Dawn is the not so virgin femme fatale with Jing Yuan as the right hand Roger Peele man she was involved with but was unable to marry.

more smut on here

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 6 (Dub-Con)

Kink: Dubious Consent

Pairing: Merman x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: Yandere, Creampie

Warnings: Mind Control (Siren's Song), Kidnapping, Aforementioned Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1011 Words

Kinktober Masterlist

Drake has been to many beautiful places in his life. He’s been amongst a pod of whales, new mothers and calves heading back to their home. He’s been up close with vast coral reefs, in between ancient sea turtles and giant pods of fish. He’s even swam through the crashing waves of a hurricane, enjoying the foam and turning water around him.

But right now, there's no place Drake would rather be than in between your legs.

Your thighs feel so plush against his lips, the skin almost like tissue paper against his sharp teeth. The urge to bite down is strong, to hear your gasps and taste the sweet blood that pulses underneath. But he doesn’t want your first time together to be a painful one, as much as he’d love to mark and claim all over your body. No, instead he just dives in and sucks at your cunt, delicious flavors exploding on his tongue. Just the scent makes his dick bulge against his sheath, aching from the lack of touch.

You moan so pretty when his tongue shoves deep inside you, prodding at your walls, his nose nuzzled into your clit. He pets at your hip, forcing himself to pull away from your pussy.

“How does that feel, love?”

“Feels…good.” You slur, voice heavy and delirious.

Drake looks up, wishing he could see your eyes at their normal color. Under the calming trance of his song, they’ve clouded over and lost all their shine. It’s a shame, but you had been putting up such a fight, resisting your body’s calling too much. Drake is sure with time you’ll accept his love, his partnership, and he can see those beautiful eyes while making love.

For now though, it's better you stay half-aware and submissive. Your pussy will stretch much easier, taking his larger merman-cock with more pleasure than pain. Its a mercy, really.

Speaking of, as delicious as your cunt is, Drake is impatient to be inside you. Grabbing onto the rock below, he pulls his heavy body and tail out of the water. His face now lines up with yours, allowing him to give gentle kisses to your cheek and neck. The song you're under doesn’t give you enough coordination to kiss back, but you still nuzzle into the affection anyway. So cute.

“I’m going to fuck you now, my darling. Is that okay?”

You nod, shoving your face into the crook of his heck, relishing in his soft skin.

“Yes…I want your cock.” Your voice is still slow, partially convinced of what you need. It's so adorable, Drake coos. It's a wonder he didn’t snatch you up sooner.

Drake arms tremble with excitement as he lines his cockhead up with your slit, your wet pussy feeling so good against it. Finally, finally he’s going to mate you, claim you, breed you. After longing and lusting for so long, Drake feels like he’s in Nirvana.

His moan echoes as he finally enters you, taking time to slowly fill you all the way to his base. His nails dig into the rock below, leaving white claw marks in their wake. When your walls clench around him, embracing the intrusion, his hips spasm and he fears he may come undone too soon. But Drake bites his lip, sucking in the blood he draws, and fights it. He’s waited so long. He must savor this.

Drakes uses one arm to throw your leg around his hip, using the leverage to begun thrusting his cock at a steady rhythm. He lets himself be wanton and loud with his moans, all alone in this secluded cave off the shore. Even your tiny whines and panting bounces off this wall, music to his ears.

“Goddesses, you feel divine.”

Drake keens, snapping his hips against yours. He can feel his tip hit the deepest spot inside you, chasing the way you tighten around him when he does. The slick sound of his scales against your ass reminds him of your tasty pussy juices, how he’ll get to drink them up every morning and every night now that he has you. His cock twitches inside you, dripping with his own pre cum. Maybe he’ll suck on your pussy after he climaxes, tasting the mix of your juices together, tasting the affirmation of your love. That makes his cock twitch even more.

Drake meets you in a passionate kiss, devouring all your little noises. His tongue forces its way inside, unbothered by your minimal effort in kissing him back.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving minimal damage. Drake relishes in the feeling.

“I’m close.” You whimper, eyes clenched shut.

“Yes, yes, cum on my cock.” Drake pants, eyes wild with passion. “I want to feel your love, I want to taste you.”

You whine as Drake pulls his shaft out to the tip, leaving you empty and on the edge for a tantalizing 3 seconds. He’s soaking in this view, your chest flushed with a blush, sweat beading down your neck. He wishes this could last forever

“Absolutely perfect.”

Before you can whine and beg for it, Drake shoves his cock deep inside you, finally chasing that high. Your legs wrap around the base of his tail and shake as your orgasm washes over you, milking his cock. His climax comes soon after, making sure to fill up your womb with his seed as he spends himself.

Even soft, the heat of your cunt feels perfect around him. But Drake knows he may crush you if he lays his whole body on top of yours, so he slips out and lays by your side. Cum drips out of your cunt, which Drake makes sure to finger back inside. Your eyes, still hazy, close shut as you rest against his side. Your breathing becomes steady, falling into a gentle sleep as your exhausted body comes off the high of his siren song. Drake strokes a hand alongside your cheek, so blessed to know that your visage will greet him every night from now on.

Yes, Absolutely Perfect

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

Series Masterlist

• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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[gamersansblog]

Hiii, yk how Tumblr has been treating me like a bitch lately, so may I please have some fluff hc/s with Ubuyashiki from Demon Slayer with Wife!Reader, thanks a lot hun

Aww I hope you feel better soon :(

Ubuyashiki with wife!reader

Warning: none just fluff

This Boi like AHHHGG

He's such a sweetheart even though he's blind

Gentle kisses for you when you help him

This man loves to be pampered with kisses when yall are alone

Both of yall got allot of kids

Yalls kids adore yall

Ubuyashiki is worried that a demon will kill you on day

Even more kisses

Cuddles for yalls

I feel like that Ubuyashiki will be the little spoon cuz this Boi feels safe in your arms

But if he's big spoon it let's him know that your real and not his imagination

This man loves your cook and let me tell ya with him and all the kids you have to make a big portion of food

Spoils you this man is rich rich so he will let his kids go buy something for you

This man is an early bird you can't say shit 😤

If your a strong women and you pick him up this man will either squeak or yelp and blush madly even though he can't see

If his eyes start hurting because of the disease and you help him make it feel less painful this man will pamper you with kisses

Your always worried for him when he has to go to the meetings alone but don't worry! Your main babies will help their papa!

This man had atleast cried one infront of you and you had to softly give him kisses and hug him while rocking back and forth

This man will fall asleep when you trace little shapes on his back or comb his hair aor give him a massage

He has atleast one thing that yours even though he can't see this man will be calmer if he atleast something that's yours

This man is fucking snow white

Animals will literly come to him when yall are having tea time outside or having a small picnic

You called him pretty once and a couple tears fell 😭

You guys married under a Sakura tree and that tree was MASIVE

You guys go their when it's your wedding anniversary

This man never forgot your anniversary and birthday

This man will love you until he dies <3

And you'll love him until you die <3

Hope yall enjoy this! Sorry if it was short :(

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 ℐ ℒℴ𝓈ℯ ℳ𝓎 ℬ𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽

Relationship: amazon!lawyer Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy female reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~5.2k

Summary: You and Nat don’t even realize how badly you need each other until you finally meet. But even then, you don’t take the plunge without meddling from your asshole friends.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f/f sex, f receiving oral sex, multiple orgasms, mommy kink), idiots in love, meet cute, slow burn, drunk awkward flirting, age gap (not explicitly stated but it’s there), size difference, fluff, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: YAAAAAHHH! They are adorable and stupid and sweet and I need all of you to love them as much as I do, they are so precious. This new branch of the NLLYL AU is gonna kill me, just wait until we meet Thor…

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You grumbled to yourself as you downed another shot of tequila, glaring at the bottom of the glass and then at Sam when he tried to walk away with the bottle.

“Hey… uh oh.” Darcy’s smile fell when she wandered up to you and saw the look on your face, eyeing Sam warily when he poured you another shot and shrugged at her. “I was hoping to meet that date of yours, where’d he wander off to?”

“Dunno.” You took another shot and frowned to yourself as you adjusted the front of your costume. “But some leggy blonde bitch was with him.”

“Oh no…” Darcy decided to forego the ‘told you so’ for now since you were drunk, but she had warned you that dudes that were willing to admit they might have overlapped the relationship they had before with yours probably shouldn’t be trusted. “Fuck him, honey.”

“Fuck all men.” You toasted no one and tossed back another shot, nodding to Sam when you slammed your glass on the bar and leaning on Darcy pretty heavily as you waited for him to refill you. “Except you, Sammy, you’re great. And so is Bucky. That big sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh.” Sam reached out whip fast to catch you before you toppled off your bar stool, sighing when you giggled and tried to disguise a heave as a cough. “Maybe you should slow down, baby girl.”

“Hey.” You scowled adorably as you pawed at his chest, slapping his cheek in what you had meant to be an affectionate pat before sighing deeply. “You wanna end up on my shitlist? No? Then keep ‘em coming. Where is Bucky?”

“He’s over in the hall but maybe…” Darcy hissed when you started wobbling away, chasing after you as you sang to yourself and shooting an exasperated look at Sam. “Baby, you need to drink some water.”

“I’m fine, shut up.” You saw Bucky and clapped, pushing Darcy away when she attempted to corral you. “Hiya Buck! I missed you.”

“Did you… wow.” Bucky caught you when you stumbled, chuckling when you breathed a tequila thick cloud right in his face and giving you a moment to find your feet. “I think you took the drunk pirate costume a little too close to heart, honey. Where’s your date?”

“God, it’s like being at a party with my parents.” You rolled your eyes and tried to remain steady when you felt the shots starting to really hit you. “Probably sucking the face off some blonde bitch, we’ve decided he sucks.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Bucky tweaked your nose when you blew a raspberry at him, turning his head when someone walked up and making you huff at the lack of attention. “Hey Nat.”

“Hi Buck, brought you another beer.”

You were fully prepared to tell whoever was taking up your much needed Bucky time to fuck off, but then you came face to… chest with the most incredible set of tits you’d ever seen in your life. There was only a moment for you to drunkenly scold yourself for that thought, because then you were looking up and up and up and…

“Wow, you’re pretty.” You forgot all about Bucky, grinning sloppily and almost careening over so your face really was in those amazing breasts before her hand was on your waist and you were giggling. “Really really pretty. Why haven’t I met you?”

“Oh, Bucky’s been hiding me, I’m shy.” Nat grinned at her friend over your shoulder when you tried to bat your eyelashes at her but it didn’t quite work since your eyelids were drooping, shaking her head when he gave her an inquisitive look and steadying you with a firm grip on your shoulders. “But he’s been hiding you too, I think. Look at how fucking cute you are.”

Your laugh almost hurt your ears, it was much more shrill than you had intended, a cackle really. Nat didn’t seem to mind though, beaming at you when you slapped her chest then apologized for feeling her up while you tried to step even closer to her.

“Stop, you can’t call me cute.” And she smelled amazing, she was like the warrior princess of your dreams. “Not when you’re walking around like a fucking wet dream. Seriously, why haven’t I met you?”

“Cutie, you’re gonna make me blush.” Nat shushed you when you giggled even more, taking a glass of water when Darcy handed it to her and holding it up to your lips. “I’ve just been busy. Now, why don’t you be a good girl for me and drink some water?”

“Mmmm, you call me a good girl and I’ll do whatever you want.” You gulped down water as she looked at you expectantly, leaning into her touch and sighing heavily when she took the glass away. “Oh my god, let’s go do karaoke!”

“Good morning!” Darcy dropped the greasy burrito bag in front of you and chuckled when you heaved and buried your head in your arms. “How are we feeling today?”

“I shouldn’t be at work.” You winced when you picked your head up and the lights made your brain throb, grumbling as you pulled your breakfast out of the bag and started unwrapping it. “Why did you let me have tequila?”

“You forget that no one ‘lets’ you do anything.” Darcy sank into the chair next to yours and logged on, still giving you that shit eating grin that you hated. “All of us tried numerous times to get the tequila away from you and you always tried to scratch our eyes out. How much of last night do you remember?”

“I remember Troy being a fucking douchebag, setting up at the bar, and then…” you froze with a mouthful of burrito when panic started to set in, heat flushing through your whole body as you barely remembered to swallow your food and images from last night flashed through your head. “Did… did I hit on Bucky’s best friend?”

“Oh, you did more than that.” You didn’t even notice Darcy’s chuckling, too horrified at yourself to smack her like you normally would. “You serenaded her. You practically gave her a lap dance while you sang ‘Do You Wanna Touch’, I have it on video if you want to see.”

“Nooooooooo…” you were going to run away and become a mountain hermit, you could not believe you had made such an ass out of yourself in front of probably the most beautiful woman on the planet who was so much older than you and tall and put together and that was it, your life was over.

“Yes, it was a great time, everyone enjoyed it.” Darcy gave you a pat on the back when you sobbed and banged your head against the desk. “It’s fine, everyone will call you Joan Jett for a couple of weeks and then one of the guys will do something stupider and they’ll forget all about it.”

“But I won’t forget, oh my fucking god!” You vaguely remembered the gorgeous redhead helping you into your Uber and smiling at you when you told her you were going to climb her like a tree and call her mommy, and suddenly it felt like your burrito was about to come back up. “How the fuck am I supposed to face Bucky?!?!?”

“Hi Joan!” Damn it, it was like you’d summoned him, at least his smile was tinged with sympathy when he handed you a bottle of Gatorade. “How’s your head?”

“Who cares, Bucky!” You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. “Please tell me I didn’t sexually harass your friend to the point where she never wants to see you again.”

“Nat? Don’t worry about her, she had a great time.” You couldn’t decide if that should make you feel better or worse. “Said if all my parties with coworkers are like that she’s gonna have to try to make it to every single one of them.”

“Of course she did.” You hated your life, you were going to give up drinking and sex and only get your enjoyment from food from now on. “Who wouldn’t have a good time watching someone make an absolute buffoon out of themselves while they’re shit faced? Please tell me I never have to face that woman?”

Bucky was about to reassure you when the door behind him opened suddenly and you squeaked and dove under the desk, looking over his shoulder and sighing when Nat was there. She looked relaxed and incredibly pleased with herself, nodding at Bucky when he sighed with exasperation and coming to lean on the counter right above where you were hiding while she chuckled as you asked if she was gone yet.

“Hey, cutie?” Nat was trying not to laugh too much when you squeaked again then whined when the table thumped after you cracked your head against it. “Sweetheart, I think you might be missing your wallet.”

You were, you hadn’t been able to find it this morning and ended up hopping the turnstile so you could make it to work on time. Nat was giving you what you could only describe as a look of warm amusement when you finally crawled out from underneath the desk to face her, she was so gorgeous, and you looked like warmed over vomit, this was potentially the worst day of your life. She was holding your wallet between two fingers as she smirked at you, watching you closely while you took it from her and biting her lip in a way that didn’t make you feel anything.

“Where did you find it?” She was freaking you out, you couldn’t get a read on her.

“Hmm, you gave it to me.” You had shoved it down the front of her costume, but seeing how small you looked right now made her think it might not be the best idea to bring that fact up. “You said you were going to give me your card and told me to call you, then gave me the whole wallet.”

“My card? It’s not the nineties.” You hated your life. “Thank you for bringing it back, you could’ve just given it to Bucky, though.”

“But then I couldn’t have seen you again.” That smile was going to knock you on your ass, she was so unnerving. “And I’d take any excuse to see a pretty thing like you.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed when she winked at you, what a fucking tease. “Don’t flirt with me, I already feel like shit.”

“That’s not what I want, sweetheart.” She couldn’t get enough of that sassy look on your face, just wanted to eat you up. “You should feel good all the time.”

“Bucky, tell your friend I have to work.” You tried not to feel too warm and bubbly when she kept grinning at you, play flirting was not what you needed right now. “But thank her for bringing my wallet back.”

“You are so very welcome, sweet girl.” She shook her head as she straightened back up. “Pretty as a peach. Let’s go get some coffee, Barnes. You ladies want anything?”

“No thanks.” Darcy still had that damn grin on her face once they were gone and now you were itching to smack her. “Um, why were you rude to someone who was clearly hitting on you?”

“She was not hitting on me.” You snorted as you started digging back into your burrito and focusing on your screen. “Have you seen her? She’s an amazon sex goddess, she’s not going to hit on me.”

“You… oh my god, you’re so fucking stupid.” Darcy wanted to bang her head against the wall, you were too stubborn for your own good. “She’s into you.”

“No she’s not.”

“She is, you fucking moron.”

“She is not, you balloon chested bimbo.”

“Hey!” Darcy balled up a tissue and threw it at you, sticking her tongue out when you scowled at her. “That was mean, you lollipop guild reject. And yes she is.”

“You wanna tell me what exactly you’ve been doing these past few months?” Bucky frowned at Nat when she tried to act like she was paying attention to the game behind him and sipped her beer innocently.”

“Not quite sure what you mean.” She knew exactly what he meant, but she wasn’t going to admit to anything when he was giving her that stern father look.

“Uh-huh.” Bucky loved her, but getting the woman to open up was like trying to crack a walnut with his bare hands. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around the precinct so much since I started there.”

“I’m just helping my clients.” She should’ve ordered vodka if she knew the conversation was heading this way. “It’s my job.”

“Every single client that comes through the 82?” Bucky tapped the bar top while she still avoided his gaze. “Because I seem to remember Matt and Maria handling most of them, since you’re the face of the firm.”

“Excuse me for taking a more hands on approach.” Nat managed to flag down the bartender and finally ordered her vodka. “I’m a philanthropist.”

“You’re full of shit.” Bucky rolled his eyes when she just shrugged. “You need to spend so much time at the front desk every time you come in?”

“I have to fill out paperwork.” She sipped on her new drink and sighed as she finally turned her attention to him. “And it’s nice chatting with the girls.”

“Both of them?” He tried not to grin when she blushed and stared at the bottom of her glass, reaching out to cover her hand with his and giving her a small squeeze. “Natasha, you haven’t slept with anyone in two months.”

Nat hated when Bucky looked at her like that, like he knew all her secrets better than she did. Of course she’d been hanging around the precinct and flirting like an idiot, she couldn’t stop thinking about you. Feisty, sassy, ‘take no shit from anyone’ you. Everything about you was so fucking cute, especially when you gave her that massive fucking attitude whenever she flirted with you. All she wanted was to pick you up and kiss you stupid to get you to quit running that smart mouth. She thought she’d done a good job of hiding her feelings, though.

Damn Bucky for being able to read her like a damn book.

“That doesn’t mean anything.” It meant everything, she loved sex, but she didn’t want to have it with anyone else. “I’m busy.”

“Would you quit lying.” Bucky leaned forward and bonked her head with his, smiling when she pouted at him and kissing her cheek. “You have big feelings for the little lady, so why don’t you admit it and finally ask her out?”

All she wanted was to ask you out, but it fucking terrified her.

Which was ridiculous. She could have anyone she wanted with the crook of her finger. Men and women fell on their fucking knees for the chance at just one night with her. They would eat out of the palm of her hand and they would thank her when she sent them on their way with just a cup of coffee and a fancy pastry in the morning.

But you?

You weren’t interested. Every time she flirted you would just dismiss her and tell her you had too much to do, even when you called her beautiful. You would always call her mean for being such a tease and tell her the only reason you let her get away with that shit is because she was so gorgeous. Even after so many months she hadn’t worn you down at all, which was kind of cute, but also ridiculously frustrating. All she had managed was to glean some small kernels of personal information from you and hold onto them like they were the most precious things in the world, because damn it, she wanted to know everything about you.

“It’s just nice right now.” Nat rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder and blew out an exasperated breath. “If I don’t ask, she can’t say no.”

“That’s what you’re scared of?” Bucky kissed the top of her head when she nodded. “Holy shit, babe. I don’t think you’ve ever even considered rejection a possibility, this is one for the books.”

“Shut up.” Nat scrunched up her face when he wound his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. “She’s so fucking cute, it freaks me out.”

“Yeah.” He took a sip of his beer while he thought things over, rubbing her shoulder absentmindedly and chewing on his lips. “You’ve gotta ask though, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“You’re in such a fucking snit.” Darcy frowned at you after you snapped at her for nothing, rolling her eyes when you just sniffed and ignored her. “Just because your crush hasn’t been here in a whole week, you giant sap.”

“I’m not a sap, shut up.” You huffed and crossed your arms under your breasts with a pout. “I’m PMSing.”

“God, you’re a liar.” She tapped her fingers against the desk irritably when you just kept up the petulant facade. “You want to see her, you’re mad she hasn’t been around, admit it.”

“I. Said. Shut. Up.” You wanted to kick her under the desk, she was so annoying. “I admit nothing.”

“Ugh, whatever, brat.” Darcy turned away from you when someone came up to the desk, grinning when she saw it was Bucky and ignoring your grumbling. “Hiya Bucky! Why hasn’t your friend stopped by in such a long time? It’s annoying my girl, and she’s starting to piss me off with her attitude.”

“My friend… Nat?” Bucky smiled and snuck a peek at you when Darcy nodded, the petulant look on your face a reminder of the friend they were talking about who was also ridiculously stubborn. “She was out of the city for a case, but she’s back now.”

“Oh really?” Darcy did not miss the way you straightened up a little at that, keeping her focus on Bucky while you tried to act like you weren’t listening. “Will she be stopping by anytime soon?”

“She’s actually coming by for lunch and should be here…” both of the meddlers grins got even wider when the door opened and the redhead walked in, ignoring her intrigued stare and turning back to each other. “Speak of the devil. Yours gonna quit being so snotty now?”

“Probably not.” Your squawked ‘snotty?’ was not acknowledged, Darcy still focused on Bucky and decidedly fed up with you being such a stubborn ass. “Don’t think she’ll quit being such a whiny little asshole until yours actually goes on a date with her.”

“Well, Nat was supposed to go out for drinks with me Friday but, gosh, I just remembered I have to wash my hair.” Now Bucky was ignoring Nat when she sighed indignantly. “So her night just freed up, isn’t yours off work?”

“Yes she is.” You were making so many offended noises but Darcy was past caring. “Seven o’clock should work well. Gimme her phone.”

“Yep.” Bucky managed to snatch it out of Nat’s hand before she could react, unlocking it and handing it to Darcy while she grabbed yours and did the same. “I’ll make sure she texts.”

“Me too.” Darcy winked when Bucky gave your phone back to her, waving when he ushered Nat out before she had a chance to protest then turning to beam at you while you just blinked stupidly. “You’re welcome, dumbass.”

Nat had been staring at your door for three minutes.

Her nerves were being ridiculous. This was just a date. She went on dates all the time.

But this was with you.

It had taken a day for her to finally text you the word hi, then another day for you to text her hi back. And then it was like the floodgates had opened. The next three days the two of you were constantly talking whenever you had a moment, finding out everything about each other that you could and Nat smiling whenever a notification popped up like she was a fucking schoolgirl. She was utterly infatuated with you, it was freaking her out. And she loved it.

She finally knocked, holding her breath while she waited for you and grinning when she heard you trip over something and curse. As soon as the door opened she felt like her heart was going to burst through her chest, you looked so fucking beautiful.

The look on her face was making you feel faint, like your tongue was too thick for your mouth and your brain couldn’t function while you gazed up at her and tried not to swoon. You couldn’t believe it was actually happening, that the last few months hadn’t been some colossal joke at your expense. This woman actually wanted to go out with you.

“Hi.” Her voice sounded so fucking sexy, she was going to kill you.

“Hi.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, licking your lips and trying not to whine when she growled softly.

Next thing you knew you were pinned to the wall in your tiny little entryway with the plushest set of lips you’d ever felt smashed against yours, barely registering your apartment door slamming closed as you whined at the way your toes were barely brushing the floor as Nat wound her arms around your waist. Even when she started kissing down the curve of your neck, you could still hardly breathe, whining when she purred against your skin and trying to focus your eyes but failing miserably.

“Wait, Nat.” You whined when she ducked even lower to gently kiss along the tops of your breasts, gasping when she gave you a hungry look as she sucked a bruise against your skin. “Don’t we have a reservation?”

“Yeah… yeah we do. You say the word and we’ll go right now.” She smiled when you whimpered as she stood back up to her full height, resting her forehead against yours and breathing deeply as she settled her eyes on yours. “But the only thing I want to eat right now is that warm, wet prize between your legs, pretty thing.”

“Oh… wow.” You were pretty sure she was going to kill you, but you were absolutely fine with that. “We can stay.”

“Good girl.”

Natasha pressed her lips to yours and swallowed your yelp when she lifted you to wrap around her, her fingers digging into your hips while she carried you over to the couch. Her grin grew even wider when you let out a surprised huff at her dropping you onto the sofa, your breath getting shallow when she climbed on top of you and slipped her warm palms up your thighs and under your skirt.

“God, you’re so fucking soft.” She curled over you again and sucked on your lips until you moaned, slowly peeling your dress off you and biting her lip when you were finally bare to her gaze. “Beautiful.”

“Shut up.” You couldn’t help but giggle when she laughed at you trying to act coquettish while she had you at her mercy, sighing when she just kissed you and running your fingers up her spine. “Do I get to see you too and call you pretty?”

“When I’m done with my meal.” Nat bit your lip playfully before starting to kiss and lick every inch of your breasts, sucking on your nipples and tugging at them with her teeth while you could only make pathetic noises. “Wanna taste every fucking inch of you.”

“O-kay.” You hiccuped when she nuzzled at your stomach and squeezed your hips with a groan, your eyes fluttering closed when she trailed kisses along your curves. “Sounds great.”

“Mmhm.” She growled playfully and bit your thigh before smacking the side of your ass. “Flip over.”

You did what she asked, slowly rolling onto your stomach and whining when she grabbed two handfuls of your ass and squeezed. Then she smacked it again and you could have screamed, you throbbed so hard, her lips and teeth and tongue marking your sensitive skin until your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Nat…” you whimpered when she kept rubbing your ass and purring against your skin, arching your back and spreading your legs as she pulled your cheeks apart so she could stare at you. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

“Never. Fuck, you smell so good.” Nat buried her face between your thighs and groaned when she breathed you in deep, dragging her tongue over your slit agonizingly slow so she could taste all of you. “Jesus Christ, fucking peaches.”

There was no answer you could give her except a desperate mewl, letting yourself sink into the cushions when she slid her tongue inside your cunt and curled it. You feel like you were already losing your mind, panting like an idiot while she rubbed her nose against your cute little asshole and digging your fingers into the couch while she tongue fucked you until your whole body felt like one big spring that was wound too tight.

Your pussy was so fucking wet, Nat couldn’t seem to work her mouth fast enough to suck up everything that was dripping out of you, even with her lips wrapped around you so she didn’t miss anything. And the fact that you could hear all the obscene wet sloshes and slurps was not helping, your muscles spasming wildly as you felt it building up insanely fast.

“Fuck… oh fuck.” All you could do was let out a thin, high whine when you fell apart, your cunt fluttering against her lips and gushing into her mouth while she groaned at the taste of your cum. “Mommy…”

“Shit. You had me thinking you were never gonna actually say it, peach.” Nat grinned against you and hummed as she kept kissing your pussy like she could live off it. “Knew you’d be a good girl for mommy, knew this pussy would be so sweet for me. Why don’t you fuck it on my face, pretty girl? Make a goddamn mess out of me, mommy needs it.”

Yeah, she was definitely going to kill you. You reached back and buried your fingers in her hair as you started grinding your ass back into her face, biting the pillow under your face and whimpering when her tongue flicked against your clit. Then her thumb teased against your asshole and your brain broke, your hips writhing wildly when she sucked on your clit until you almost came before she pulled back with a wicked grin.

“Knew you’d like that, just look at you.” Nat bit her lip when she watched your little hole wink at her as she spat on it, her thumb circling the tight ring of muscle slowly and listening to your pathetic sounds as she kept flicking her tongue over your slit like a tease. “These are all mommy’s holes now, peachy girl. Gonna spoil the shit out of you.”

The way you gasped when she slid her thumb into your ass and started flitting her tongue around it was making Natasha clench, her thighs squeezing together when you shoved your hips back even more and yanked on her hair so she was practically suffocating you. She didn’t realize how much she was going to enjoy you completely losing it for you and using her just so you could get off, deciding very quickly that she was going to need to turn you into a mess all the time.

You were going to come again. All the buildup and how fucking sexy she sounded when she moaned and slurped and spat and just, all of it. Damn her and her incredible mouth and how fucking hot she was. And damn you for turning into such a fucking melty mess for her, though who could really blame you for that.

“Mommy please.” You whimpered when she kept fucking your ass with her thumb as her other hand began playing with your clit and you couldn’t help but kick your feet as you felt yourself teetering on the edge again. “Please, wanna come for mommy, need it.”

“Mmm, mommy needs it too, pretty baby.” Nat nipped at the soft skin that was twitching around her thumb while her other hand pinched your clit until you squeaked. “Come for me, sweet girl, let mommy drink from this perfect little pussy, oh my fucking god.”

You almost screamed when she ducked low to suck on your swollen clit, pulling on her hair and screwing your eyes closed while your body started shaking uncontrollably. Nat groaned when you started gushing all over her face, wrapping her mouth around your soft lips and swallowing everything you gave her with a low moan that sent a shiver up your spine. She loved that you couldn’t stop moving against her face as you rode it out, determined to be able to watch your face the next time she made you come and every single time after that.

Her lips spread in a slow smile when you kept shivering as she pulled back from your sex, moving her hands to knead your cheeks deeply while she rested her head against your hip and watched you ride it out. You couldn’t do anything except chirp and let your body sink into the couch, barely having the energy to turn your face and peek over your shoulder at her while a sloppy grin split your face.

“Hiiiiiiii.” Again, you couldn’t think of what else to say, especially since your brain was still mostly offline after two incredible orgasms that were better than anything any man had ever given you.

“Hey baby.” She couldn’t stop smiling as she crawled up your body and nuzzled at your cheek, purring happily when you let out a small sound of satisfaction and wrapping her arms around your waist to hold you as close as possible. “My sweet girl. I do feel a little bad about us missing dinner, but I couldn’t control myself.”

“Listen, that’s fiiiiiine with me.” You let her flip you onto your back and pulled her face to yours so you could lose yourself even more in kissing her. “You can kill me with orgasms tonight and it will be a very happy death.”

“You might be fine with that, but I’m not.” Nat chuckled into your mouth when you just gave her a pitiful little whimper. “Sorry, I’m kinda addicted to that pussy now, sweet peach. I’d get all bummed out if I didn’t have access to it for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, well.” You were not used to this level of attention, and it was even worse when you were in such a state of euphoria. “That’s okay too.”

“Good.” She pecked you once more before sitting up over you, gushing you when you whined at the lack of contact before winking when you swallowed audibly at the sight of her body when she pulled her dress over her head. “Now, should we take a bath before or after I rub my pussy all over yours until I come inside you?”

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Knife's Edge

Currently on AO3 here

Fandom(s): The Hobbit crossover with Legend (1985)

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader & Darkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are living in Erebor. Thorin decides to admit his feelings to you after speaking with Dis, his sister and your best friend. However, you are having dreams of a creature from another world. He is becoming more powerful, trying to lure you into his world where you can be his Queen. When the lust and pull toward the creature become too much, you step into his world and meet Darkness. You have already promised yourself to Thorin. Will Darkness' seduction be enough to overthrow it all? Or will you still have enough strength inside you to follow your heart?

Warnings: Smut, graphic sexual themes, insecurity, anxiety, sex dreams, monster and human sexual encounters, violence, language, breeding kink mention, power/lust/greed themes.

(This fic is very sexually explicit and has a lot of lust/power/greed themes, while also working on the monster/human sexual references. If this is not to your liking then please do not read. You have been warned)

Comments: Currently on AO3 here / Part 2 is in the works.

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The dreams had begun one night in the middle of winter, when the stone hallways of Erebor were bitter cold. And you woke in the witching hours, dripping in sweat, despite having wrapped yourself up tightly in the furs. The figure had visited you from the shadows, beckoning you to his palace in which all light had fled from. His voice stirred something from deep within your core, a need and a desire of which you have never felt before.

As you opened your eyes, the pulsing between your legs becoming duller, you reached for a glass of water which was beside your bed. Your hand fumbled around, almost knocking the candle off the wooden surface. Your breathing was still hitched, and your heart was racing.

The figure’s voice echoed in your mind, although his words seem to have become jumbled. All you could keep hold of was the feel of velvet and delectable pleasure which had raged through you upon hearing the voice.

***

At breakfast, which you shared with Dis, King Thorin’s younger sister, you were quiet. Her blue eyes searched for any hint as to if you were ill, or perhaps were in a melancholy mood. Humans had always been unusual beings, she thought. Not as forthright as Dwarves. But still, she loved you like family, welcoming you to Erebor when you had arrived after journeying with Thorin and his Company to re-claim the kingdom of Erebor. In fact, your very existence to everyone was a mystery. You had claimed to have come from a land only known as ‘Earth’, having appeared out on the road very suddenly.

“We have visitors from Dale this morning, and Thorin has asked we be present to welcome them,” Dis announced. Her eyes were still watching you, as you pushed a piece of bread around your plate, not having had the appetite to eat it, or any of the two boiled eggs that had been prepared for you.

Something about the dream had felt so real, and you couldn’t shake the way it had burrowed into your mind.

“Are you alright?” Dis asked, her voice sharp. “You are extremely distracted this morning. Are you ill?”

“No,” you said softly, straightening your back. “I’m sorry. I had a rough night; bad dreams and didn’t sleep well.”

***

Meanwhile, Thorin was sat in his private study. For the last week and all he had thought about was the question that he wished to raise with you. For most of the time that Thorin had known you, he had been in love with you. At first, he felt fear at the fact that his heart was yearning for one who was not of his race and from another world entirely. The idea that you were merely a novelty had crossed his mind early on, but had soon been discarded. The way his chest compressed when he saw you, and his stomach clenched, and all he could do was smile when your gaze reached him. That said it all. You were always in his thoughts. When Erebor had been close to attack from orcs at the Battle of Five Armies, and Thorin had succumb to madness, his mind was still focused on you. He wanted the gold so he could be worthy of you.

Thorin stood from his desk, straightened his robe and picked up his crown, placing it against his raven locks, which were touched with silver streaks. Even the crown upon his head didn’t feel enough for you.

A gentle knock at Thorin’s door broke him from his reverie. “Yes, come!” he called.

Dis slipped into the room and approached her brother, offering him a smile. She said your name and watched as Thorin’s head immediately turned to face her. “I’m worried about her. At breakfast she was quiet, too quiet. Her mind was away elsewhere, and while she denied being ill and blamed her mood on a bad night sleep, I’m not convinced. Have you spoken with her about your proposal?”

A doubt had snuck into Thorin’s heart at Dis’ words. “I wished to ask her to dinner tonight and pose the question, but to hear that she is like this, should I?”

“Maybe such a dinner will raise her spirits.”

Thorin sighed and closed his eyes.

“You doubt her love for you, don’t you?” Dis asked.

“How can I be so certain of it?”

“I see the way she looks as you, Thorin. There is no denying that.”

“I do not feel even this crown is enough for her,” Thorin said, his voice becoming tinged with pain and sadness.

Dis sat down on the opposite side of the desk. “You overcame the self-doubt of re-claiming Erebor from Smaug. How can you not overcome this? She is but one person…”

“Who holds my heart, Dis,” Thorin sighed. “I do not know if I could face rejection from her. If there is part of me that is cowardly, it is this. I would rather fight a thousand orcs than have to declare my love to her, only for it to be unrequited.”

***

Once the visitors from Dale had dispersed to the guest wing, you remained in your seat at the council table. The sight of Thorin had pulled you from the dreams. He raised the flutter in your stomach, the heat in your chest and a smile upon your lips.

Thorin glanced across at you and met your gaze. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of your smile, and he reciprocated that smile.

Dis smirked to herself from her seat beside you. In her mind, the two of you were complete idiots. The self-doubt was astounding, and it was the one thing that made you so alike, along with your loyalty and kindness. However, that was where your similarities ended.

One by one, everyone left the room, leaving only you and Thorin behind.

You got up, ready to leave, when he ushered you back. “May I have a moment with you?” he asked.

Thorin’s heart was pounding, but he was going to do this one way or the other. He would overcome the cowardice that was taking hold of him.

You stepped closer to him, and couldn’t help but smile again. He was incredibly handsome, and you had once dreamed of what his kiss would feel like, of what it would feel like to be one with him, and carry his child. This future you yearned for so ardently. But to be married to a king? It was a ridiculous notion.

“W…would you have dinner with me tonight?” Thorin asked.

This was the first time you had ever heard him stumble over his words. You could sense the uncertainty in his voice and posture. His blue eyes had now dropped to the floor. Reassurance was what he needed in those moments, to show him that you cared for him above everyone else. You took his hand in yours. “I would be honoured, my king,” you said.

Thorin’s gaze then locked with yours and he smiled, on the brink of a chuckle, as if relieved.

There were unsaid words lingering between you both, and the electricity was gathering momentum. Something had to break. “What troubles you?” you asked. On impulse, your free hand reached up and brushed a stray hair from his face. Your other hand was still in his.

“I…I have wanted you for so long,” Thorin whispered. His eyes were ablaze with fear and doubt. “You consume me.”

Sighing, you pressed your forehead to his. “I am not worthy of you, my king. I never was.”

Thorin reached up and removed the crown from his head, placing it down on the table, and then cupped your cheeks. His gaze sank into yours, and then the two of you kissed.

***

“I would raise you up!” the figure snarled from your peripheral vision.

It was the witching hour once more and your dreams had pulled you back to the palace of shadows. The voice now had audible words.

“I will raise you up as a queen!” the voice came again. “He will always treat you as being beneath him.”

You swept through the dark corridors, chasing the voice. The only light was a fire burning in the distance, beckoning you on.

“He took off his crown for you. I would give you a crown, my queen. I would give you the world to do with as you please. Come to me.”

Heat furled in your stomach, spreading outward, causing that pulsing to begin again at the juncture of your thighs. “Where are you?” you called.

You entered a room where the back wall was brightly lit by the fire burning opposite. A huge bed dominated the centre of the room, filled with furs and black velvet sheets. A musky and earthy scent filled the room, and immediately you sensed eyes watching you.

Fear gripped you, mingled with arousal. And suddenly you felt a hand rest on your shoulder and then move downward, ghosting over your breasts, which were now bare. Your whole body was naked, open to whoever this creature was. The hand had long, black claws and the skin was crimson. The creature’s touch caused intense heat to spark beneath your skin as it kept moving, towards your navel. Electricity was surging around you and the pulsing got more intense, making a deep groan to erupt from you.

“He will never let you ascend to the place you should be,” the voice came again. The creature’s breath was hot on your neck. You felt something wet and hot slip up your neck to the point at which your earlobe connected to your cheek. “That is not love. I would worship you as my queen and my mate. Give you everything you’ve ever wanted; give you power.”

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. Realisation hit you: you were in bed, in Erebor. Next to the bed, on your table, was a red rose which Thorin had left you. The red petals reminded you of the creature’s skin, and it made you shiver.

Since your kiss with Thorin after the council meeting, and you had had dinner with him. The two of you shared in your memories of the quest, laughing and holding hands across the table. Then Thorin had shared a glass of wine with you, his silver blue eyes gazing at you in adoration and disbelief that you felt the same way as he. The two of you had walked slowly down the hallway, with your arm curled around his. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispered to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. A blush flourished on his cheeks as you moved away.

In all the time you had known Thorin and you had always been attracted to him; his voice, eyes, presence. Everything about him made your chest ache, and cause a yearning for a deeper connection. Your heart was frantically beating, wanting him.

And now you were sat upon the edge of your bed, thinking of the caresses of a creature of the shadows. Whenever you were in the company of Thorin, all memory of the creature disappeared. And now that you were thinking upon the creature, Thorin’s face had faded.

***

After you had dressed, a knock came to your door.

You walked to the door and as you opened it, a huge smile curled your lips upward at the sight of Thorin.

The king reached for you, twirling you around, as if dancing. “I have requested breakfast be brought for us,” he said softly, pulling you in close and winding his arm around your waist.

You leaned to him and kissed him, feeling him immediately respond. Your tongues met in a pent up frustration that the two of you had held at bay for many months. All you could feel was sheer joy, delight and love radiating from your chest.

Thorin’s hands cupped your cheeks, his fingers caressing downward towards your jaw, tickling your earlobes.

A sudden flash of memory shot into your mind. The creature’s tongue leaving a trail of wet heat down your neck. The flash of memory made you jump.

“Are you alright?” Thorin asked, his eyes growing concerned.

For the first time and the creature was breaking through into your time with Thorin, beckoning you into the shadows. “Yes, I’m sorry,” you replied, holding your head in shame and disgust.

Thorin rested his finger against your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his. “You are not alright, dear one. Dis told me yesterday that you had not slept well. What bothers you? All of your cares and worries are also mine.”

“You wouldn’t understand, Thorin,” you replied, stepping back from him.

“Why do you feel I would not?” he snapped.

You sighed and closed your eyes, knowing you had deeply offended him.

I will raise you up. I will give you power beyond your wildest imaginations. 

 The voice was so real, yet still felt distant. It curled around you, making that arousal snake its way down your spine and between your legs. Your breathing sped up and you sat back down on the edge of the bed. “I can’t,” you gasped.

Thorin’s eyes were dark in anger and rejection, your words hitting him square in the chest so painfully. “If you cannot bare your all to me as I would do for you, then…”

“Thorin,” you said again. “Please. Don’t put this between us.”

“No, you are putting it between us.”

You could see the pain and despair sitting in his eyes, making his shoulders droop in defeat. With a sigh, you began to speak again. “I’ve been having dreams. A demonic creature is somehow connected to me and won’t leave me alone.”

Thorin fell to his knee in front of you and cupped your cheek again. “My love? Look at me.”

You looked into those eyes you loved so dearly.

“The creature cannot hurt you,” he said. “I promise you that while I breathe, I will always protect you.”

Once your breakfast had arrived, you began to eat, temporarily forgetting the creature. Thorin was sat in a chair beside your bed as you remained on the edge of your bed. He watched you eat and as you ate the last mouthful, he reached into the inside pocket of his robe, pulling out a velvet pouch.

“I know that our customs are different, but I wish to indulge the Dwarf custom and ask for your hand in courtship, as is right. And with that, I offer you this ring,” he said, taking a gold ring from the velvet bag.

You looked at the bright gold band which was adorned with amethyst stones, seven of them forming a circle in the gold. “You remembered when I told you that purple is my favourite colour,” you whispered.

Thorin smiled, and that blush rose on his cheeks again. He reached for your hand and slipped the gold band onto your ring finger on your right hand, knowing the left would be kept for engagement and marriage, as was your custom.

***

Thorin wished you a goodnight, and as he did, he kissed your cheek. “If you have any unwelcome dreams again, my love, please come to my chambers.”

The two of you parted ways and you placed another red rose in a vase on your bedside table.

My queen. 

The voice swept around you again. This time it was more powerful, sounding as though it were in the room with you.

Sleep and come to me. 

 You lost all control and slipped away, all consciousness leaving you. But as your conscious mind drifted away, your body rose from the bed and stepped toward the full length mirror at the bottom of your bed. Your eyes remained closed, yet your body knew where to tread. The surface of the mirror looked like silver water, and with one step, you disappeared into it.

***

Were you awake or still dreaming? Everything around you was dark, with only the light from the end of a hallway. You blinked hard and sat up. Everything around you felt so real; the cold surface of the stone beneath your legs and the chatter that you could hear. Distant voices whispered.

She is here. Finally she is here. The Lord of Darkness has finally found his mate and one true queen. 

 Darkness? Was that his name? The red creature.

You got to your feet and looked around, everything still so dark. Your heart was thumping hard in your chest, in both fear and anticipation. The glow of light beckoned you down the hallway, just as it had in your dream.

As you reached the end of the hallway, you turned the corner and found yourself in a large room with a bed in the centre, and opposite was an open fire. Everything was as it was in your dream the night before. Even the black velvet sheets and furs on the bed.

Suddenly you sensed a presence behind you and for a few seconds you were glued to the spot in fear.

“My queen,” a voice came. That deep, velvet voice. Just the sound of it made liquid fire burn in your belly.

A hand brushed around your neck and that all too familiar scent of musk and earth hit your nose. Even his smell was beckoning you, pulling at your very core, that most primal part of you.

Slowly you turned, and there before you was a creature who towered above you. His skin was crimson, with bright yellow eyes gazing at you in lust and amusement. His face was pointed, with angular features. Huge, black horns grew from his head. His upper torso was muscular, being the body of a man. As your gaze slipped down, you saw that from his waist down was the body of what appeared to be a goat. His waist and legs were covered in black fur. Considering that his form was one that would normally make terror rise in those that looked upon it, you felt fascinated.

“You are not disappointed by what you see, my lady?” Darkness asked.

Your gaze finally met his, and you felt an intense shiver race down the entirety of your body.

Darkness reached for you and picked up your hand, placing it against his chest. It was red hot. He closed his eyes upon your touch. “I have yearned for touch for centuries.” His voice was on the edge of a groan.

You gasped at the feel of him and the pleasure which radiated from his voice. Your hand slipped up his chest, toward his neck. Suddenly Darkness grabbed your hips and lifted you, and on instinct, you locked your legs around his waist.

He walked with you to the bed, his gaze never leaving yours. And as he stopped, hovering above the bed, he took your lips against his. The kiss was hot, heavy, demanding. His long tongue caressed the inside of your mouth, beckoning you forth.

As you parted from the kiss, he chuckled at you. “I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Pleasure beyond anything you have ever felt, power, riches. Ask and it will be yours. Never would I keep a crown from you as he does. He would see you without that power.”

Thorin. His face was so far away again, and you shook your head, trying to bring his handsome face back to the forefront of your memory but he would not come. “He knows that I do not feel worthy of him.”

“You are worthy of everything,” Darkness snarled. He lowered you to the edge of the bed and then reached for two glasses which were on a nearby table, pouring two glasses of wine. “The Dwarf would happily keep you beneath him to maintain his own ego.”

“You don’t know Thorin like I do,” you shot back.

“He thinks he can buy you with jewels.”

“And you can buy me with promises of pleasure and power.”

Darkness growled, his eyes locked on your ring. “Remove that ring and be mine; I would love you, worship you.”

You sipped the wine, feeling your body begin to scream for him once again. The intensity of his need of you, and his desperation.

You rose to your feet, placed the glass down on the table and then approached Darkness who had seated himself on the edge of the bed. For a couple of seconds, you studied his face. It was somehow handsome to you, in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You slid into his lap, straddling him and kissed him again. Within seconds and he was sucking your neck, his hands caressing your breasts, and the tips of his claws brushing over the fabric of your clothing.

Darkness’ breath was rising, that animal side of him also breaking out. His hands ripped your clothes and flung them to the far side of the room. “I will make you feel things you have never felt before,” he moaned against you as you rose up onto your knees, still resting on his thighs. Your arms were tight around is neck. “Fuck you until you are numb.”

The words spurred you on and you kissed him again, hard and ferocious. He picked you up  in his muscular arms and slipped you around, lowering you to the bed so he was now in control.

Darkness kissed down your body, his long tongue sliding across your flesh. He could taste the first hints of sweat on you, and he revelled in the salty flavour. Your breasts, down your stomach and into the space between your thighs.

“I have never known someone so wanton,” Darkness grinned. “I can smell you. The intensity of it is enough to send me to the brink. And, even better, you are ovulating. I will keep going until you bear my child, no matter how long it takes. If I have to keep you locked in here for days, so be it. I may even call the goblins in to watch.”

The words made your whole head swarm with a haze of euphoria. The pulsing between your legs was so intense now that you locked your legs around his waist again, dragging him in closer.

Darkness laced his hand in yours and eased your ring from your finger. It fell to the stone floor and rolled away. “I will bring you so much more than he could!” Darkness chuckled.

***

Thorin had remained awake that night, unable to rest at the thought of you being haunted by the demon creature. All he could think of was holding you to his chest, fighting away all of those disturbing night visions.

He rose from his bed, pulling a robe on and began his walk down the main hallway toward your chamber. Torches lit his way and as he got to your room, he opened the door, knowing you would probably be asleep. However, as he trailed the darkness, following the gentle glow of the candle at your bedside, he saw you were nowhere to be seen.

Terror rose in his chest at the thought of you having disappeared from him. He gazed around the room, noticing a blue glow coming from the mirror at the end of your bed. The surface was moving, reminding him of liquid silver.

Thorin stepped towards the mirror, confused and shocked.

***

Your whole body was on fire and you writhed on the bed as Darkness’ hands roamed you. The tips of his claws gently scratched your breasts and stomach, drawing a loud groan from you.

“Give yourself to me and seal it, be my mate and queen,” Darkness said, his hot breath wafting across your belly.

You groaned again and arched off the bed, your body needing him.

Darkness may have held the rationale of humans, but he was more animal. That need to possess you and impregnate you was becoming unbearable, and the more you groaned and writhed, the closer he was to forcing himself upon you. His member had risen and was visible through his thick, black fur.

“Will you accept me?” he asked, his tongue licking your earlobe. The palm of his hand was cupping the mound at the juncture of your thighs, and his fingers tickled, circling the aroused flesh.

All you could do was groan again. Your hands were gripping the sheets so tight that it felt you were about to fall off the knife’s edge there and then, and completely succumb. An image flashed through your mind, a picture of you standing before a mirror, clothed entirely in black. Beneath your dress was a huge belly, showing your ability to conceive Darkness’ child. The reflection you only just recognised as yourself; your eyes were completely black, overtaken by evil and the desire for power. And there, behind your reflection, was Thorin. “My love?” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“THORIN!’ you screamed suddenly, jerking away from Darkness.

Darkness growled, his whole face turning livid. “Useless bitch!” he shouted. His hand swung outwards and slapped your face, knocking you off the bed.

Terror took over as you scrambled backwards, edging away from him as he circled the bed.

“You DARE raise a hand to her!” a voice came from the room’s entrance.

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice. It was Thorin. He must have been able to slip through the mirror and had followed the corridor.

Darkness chuckled. “I’m going to enjoy this, Dwarf. I’ll make her watch every single moment of me ripping your heart out of your chest. Then I’ll eat it in front of her.”

Thorin’s face remained darkened by anger and hatred towards this filthy beast before him. He looked down to you, and in those moments, the hatred melted as he smiled at you. “Leave when you can,” he told you. “Make for the corridor.” Then his silver blue eyes turned back to the demon who was slowly approaching him.

“You think you can defeat me?” Darkness laughed. “I have lived for millennia, feeding off the pain, hate and need for pleasures. I cannot think you believe I can be defeated so easily.”

Something touched your hand, a cold metal. It was your ring. You slipped it back onto your hand quickly, and as you did, your clothing magically returned to your body, appearing around you.

Thorin was defenceless, without a weapon. His eyes scanned the room, until Darkness was upon him.

A red hand reached out and grabbed Thorin by the throat, pushing him against the wall.

A shriek erupted from your mouth and you lunged at the two glasses on the table, smashing one against the floor. As quick as a flash, adrenaline pumping through you, you slashed at Darkness’ chest, you only just being able to reach. Then as he howled and turned, you aimed for his neck. Blood began to spurt out of the wound, making him drop Thorin to the ground. The creature continued howling, twisting in pain and anger.

Thorin grabbed your hand and the two of you began your race back through the corridor, hearing Darkness’ loud stamps behind you.

Terror gripped you in your chest and you continued running, both you and Thorin keeping at each other’s pace.

“I’ll kill the fucking pair of you!” Darkness howled.

At the end of the corridor was the same silver shine from the mirror, which had covered the entire wall. Without even thinking, the two of you jumped through, landing back on the stone floor of your chamber in Erebor.

Thorin dashed around and grabbed the edge of the mirror just as a red arm reached through. But the demon could not win. With a flash of blue light and an animalistic howl, the mirror was thrown to the floor and smashed.

Shards of mirror sprayed across the floor, spreading the entire width of the room.

You stood still, your heart pounding so hard in your chest and felt tears spill down your cheeks. Shame and guilt hit you so hard that you placed your hands on the edge of the bed and wretched, bringing back a mouthful of red wine mixed with bile.

Thorin heard your wretch and raced to your side, curling his arm around your waist. “My love…”

“Don’t,” you whispered. “Don’t call me that, please.” All you could do was weep, your shoulders juddering in your throes of anguish. “I’m sorry…” you sobbed. “I was so close to being taken from you forever. I know you’ll never forgive me.” You shifted away from Thorin. “Don’t touch me.”

He whispered your name. “Please…”

“I can’t.”

Thorin took your hand, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles. “I promised you that I would always protect you, and I will never stop. That beast attempted to seduce you, my love. The promise of pleasures and wealth can be easy to fall prey to. I know that all too well, yet you seem to forget that.”

“Thorin, don’t talk about that. What happened with the gold…”

“Was a seduction. Mine was of the mind and yours was of the body, but our hearts are what guides us. I heard you call my name, and it was you that called me back from the edge of being completely lost to madness.”

Tears still run down your cheeks and you turned away from Thorin, closing your eyes. You felt nothing but guilt and shame, dragging you down to the lowest you had ever felt. “I can’t do this. I can’t…”

Without another word, Thorin pulled you in to himself and kissed you. It was slow at first, warm and wanting, and then it became deeper. Your whole chest was now alight with such joy and delight; that was how you wanted to feel, not ashamed and at odds with your body. Kissing Thorin was where your whole body became synced and aligned. Your heart was beating with joy, your body was aroused by him, and your mind knew that this was true love.

“That’s how love feels,” you whispered. “It’s at the core of everything.”

Thorin pressed his brow to yours. “Forgive yourself, dear one. Let tonight pass from your memory, and in its place, we shall forge a new life together where our love and lust can exist in equal measure.”

“I cannot believe you can forgive me,” you said, kissing his temple. “I betrayed you physically.”

Thorin sighed. “My love, there have been stories told through time regarding the dark powers that can easily seduce the weakest willed of people. You fought that; this was no ordinary seduction. That beast had power. I could feel it as soon as I entered his domain. You said that he had been coming to you in dreams, beckoning you. Dream walkers have been spoke about for many years.”

“I hope he’s gone now, but I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the end. He’ll come for me again. He wanted me to give myself to him and even removed my ring.”

“Because that is a symbol of our love. Even without it, that love we share saved you.”

You brushed your fingers idly through Thorin’s hair. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” you told him, feeling nothing but awe for him. “And to think that you want me as I want you.”

“Shh, come now,” Thorin cooed. He took your hand and pulled you up from the bedside. “I will have a bath drawn for us.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” you giggled.

“I wish to pamper you and surely there is no time limit on that.”

Thorin did as proposed and requested that a bath be drawn for you both. As the hot water poured into the tiled bath, fresh towels and soaps were brought to you both. Two serving girls smiled at you in amusement as they dashed back and forth, preparing everything.

By the time everything was ready, Thorin stepped across to you and stood behind you, kissing the base of your neck. “I can feel the tension in your shoulders, my love. Come and relax.”

You both disrobed, neither of you feeling an ounce of shame, considering this was the first time you had seen each other naked.

The bath was large with two steps that led down, it reminding you of a small swimming pool. Steam rose from the water and your first step in stung slightly as the hot water met your cool skin.

Thorin stepped in after you and you couldn’t help but keep your gaze locked on his broad shoulders. He was muscular, toned by years of activity from combat and working as a blacksmith. That also meant that he was littered with small scars. As you had imagined, he was well endowed, showing off quite an impressive girth.

For a second you thought back on your feelings that had been uncovered by your time with Darkness. Everything had been pure attraction and arousal, like molten lava coursing through you. But looking upon Thorin was different; every part of you was awakened. All of your body was ignited in your love for him.

He gazed at you, his silver blue depths bright with love and admiration. There was a contentment in his eyes that you had never seen before his revelation of love. Before that and he had always held sadness in his face. It had always been your belief that behind a lot of Thorin’s frustrations was sadness and hurt. You wanted to heal him.

The two of you embraced and then kissed. Thorin’s hands were slow to move, starting off in your hair and then moving down to your neck, your shoulders, breasts. There was no force or rush like there had been with Darkness.

Thorin washed you slowly, massaging the sponge covered in soap over the skin of your upper back. “You are quiet,” he said.

“I’m just enjoying your presence, and contemplating how you make me feel.”

“Oh? Do you wish to indulge me?”

You giggled. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes,” Thorin whispered to your ear.

You turned around to face him. “I want to give myself to you, now.”

“There is no rush, my love. Considering what you have been through tonight…”

“That doesn’t matter. I want you, Thorin. Every part of you. If you’ll let me have it.”

Thorin never answered and pressed his lips to yours hungrily, letting you know his answer. It would only ever be a resounding yes.

The two of you slipped out of the bath, drew towels around your waist and made your way back to your chamber. Once inside, you stood before Thorin and let your towel drop to the floor. He rushed at you again, drawing his hands up your cheeks and groaning at the impact.

You leaned back on the bed, him following you.

Thorin’s lips trailed down your body slowly, his beard tickling the hot skin. That arousal was surging again, only this time it was mingled with something far deeper: love. This time you wanted to bond with Thorin, connect with him in every way that was possible.

You felt his fingers delve into the curls at the juncture of your thighs and immediately you felt your inner core begin to want more, so much more. A groan escaped your lips and slowly Thorin’s fingers circled your sweet nub and then delved into your womanhood.

Thorin kissed your neck as he began a rhythmic movement inside you.

You clutched his shoulders, feeling the waves begin to ascend. That all too familiar sensation of wanting to get as high as you could to feel that powerful burst. His name fell off your lips, feeling so right and such an integral part of your soul.

“My love,” he whispered in your ear. He kissed down your cheek, wanting you to feel his love radiating through his hands to you.

“Stop,” you told him, pulling his hand away. “I want you.”

Thorin swallowed deeply and felt a sliver of arousal shoot down his spine upon your words. He’d imagined this so many times over the last few months, unable to let the fantasy go. The elation in his chest made him smile at you.

His smile was the most beautiful sight to behold. “I love you,” you told him.

You kissed again, and this time, Thorin took your hands in his while his member rested between your legs.

That intense pulsing was beckoning him in, wanting him to ride you towards heaven. You nudged yourself forwards, reassuring Thorin that this was all you wanted in those moments.

As you joined, you groaned into his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. You remembered Darkness’ words about you ovulating. And as Thorin rocked against you, you saw a vision flash before your eyes. It was you in a wedding gown, with a circlet upon your head. The circlet matched the design of Thorin’s crown. Your gown was midnight blue, matching Thorin’s signature colour of choice. And there, beneath your resting hands, on your stomach, was a bump. This was the future you wanted, you needed, and which was destined.

You and Thorin continued your thrusts against each other, wanting to reach the pinnacle of physical pleasure together, and topple off hand in hand, hopefully creating that precious life you had just envisioned.

The waves of euphoria kept on building as Thorin maintained his rhythm, until the final wave crashed out, pouring heat and electricity outward from the pit of your stomach.

Thorin felt you shake and contract around him, and your moans of pleasure caused his peak to also come. He kept his lips against yours, groaning into the kiss.

Panting, the two of you embraced as Thorin withdrew from you.

Thorin didn’t have to keep reminding you of being a queen, you already knew that in your heart. All that mattered was you knowing that he loved you far more than anything else in his life.

***

The defeated Lord of Darkness sat upon his throne, a mirror in his hand. He had watched the whole spectacle unfold before his eyes; you had given yourself to the Dwarf King of Erebor, and there had been no persuasion on his part. Everything had been so freely given.

Darkness had already kicked one goblin across the room, as one gawked over his shoulder, enjoying the show inside the mirror. He enjoyed it so much that he had started masturbating behind the throne, hiding away so his master couldn’t see him.

“You cannot outrun me,” Darkness growled, watching as you and Thorin lay together in each other’s arms. “I can wait and when the times comes, I will strike again.

**

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