#goblin queen x male reader

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Inspired by @fandomnerd9602 's post

Scott and Jean were relaxing in the X-Mansion when suddenly they heard a phone ringing. After looking around, Scott finds your phone and sees your phone with the contact name "Mommy," calling.

Cyclops: Hey, Y/n! Your mom is calling you!

You ran over to get your phone as you noticed something about the caller ID and smirked.

Y/n: That's not my mom...

Jean: Than, who is it?

You turned it on speaker and answered by saying:

Y/n: Hey, Maddie!

Madelyne: Hey babe-

Scott spits out his drink as Rogue and Remy crack up laughing from nearby.

Logan(nods): Nice one bub.

Madelyne: Is everything alright?

[whaledenwtf]

Gale Dekarios X Sorcerer!Reader - Spin the Bottle

The Gale girlies of tiktok got their clutches in me and I want him. I already had my hands full with wanting Astarion AND Halsin but now Gale too? I can't believe I've dedicated so much time to PIXELS. Anyways, here's some wizard sex. :)

AO3 LINK: Here Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist: Here

Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Body Worship ( Female Receiving), Creampie, Oral (Female Receiving), Misuse of the Mage Hand Cantrip (oh yeah), Praise Kink, Spin the Bottle Trope, Angst too!!! Sorry

I try to keep Gale as close to his character as possible but the idea of even entertaining Mystra in the fic for more than half a moment fills me with anger. So I try to only bring her up during the angst.

WORD COUNT: 5325

The last few days... weeks? Have been awful. Ever since you met all your companions in the wreckage of the nautiloid ship (and evidently, the wreckage of any normalcy) you've spent every day exploring the Sword Coast looking for answers and seeking guidance on how to rid yourselves of the tadpole. During the day, the heat is cooled by the breeze of the ocean, but nothing can quell the stress of the band of misfits you find yourself surrounded by.

"We should head to the cre'che. You may be too far gone, too weak, but I need the guidance of Queen Vlaakith." A chorus of groans echo Lae'zel's words.

"All offense, but I do not want a githyanki prodding in my skull." Shadowheart tells her annoyed. You roll your eyes, bracing yourself for the oncoming fight. You've been around them long enough to know that the daily Lae'zel and Shadowheart fight will have to be broken up by you, again. Lae'zel unsheathes her sword and points it towards Shadowheart.

"Just because you are a k'chakhi, doesn't mean (Y/N) can't understand reason." You look around and see everyone look annoyed. Well, almost everyone. Astarion always watches the fights with glee, bright smiles and wicked intentions.

"Excuse me? What did you just call me? I'll make sure Shar punishes you greatly." Shadowheart pulls out her mace. You can already tell this will get bloody. You walk in between them and put your arms out.

"Enough. For gods sake, both of you need to relax. You're both acting unreasonable." You cringe the moment you say those words.

"Unreasonable?!" They both respond, aiming their weapons at you. You roll your eyes, pulling out your staff.

"Point those weapons at me again and I'll make sure to cast a Hold Person so well you'll be stuck here until you transform." Everyone's mouths drop open at your words. You were a sorcerer, usually kind tempered, or you'd like to think so. This has been the tenth time you had to break up a fight between the two in the last three days. It was sickening, and you were at your wits' end. Astarion giggles with glee, clapping his hands at your words. You point your staff at him too.

"I'll cast it on you too-" He pouts at your words, no longer finding the threat fun when it's directed towards him. "Now all of you shut the hells up so we can go find more answers on what to do. No more fighting." Everyone nods silently. You exhale loudly and smile.

"Now let's go." Lae'zel scoffs, sheathing her weapon and bumping Shadowhearts shoulder as she walks past. You turn away and lead the group forward, going towards the Goblin Camp that is holding Arch Druid Halsin captive; the druids in the grove said he may have information on your tadpoles.

"I'm afraid that I cannot heal you. These tadpoles are different, and have magic that even someone as experienced as I cannot remove them." Halsin tells you sadly. The group groans at the tall elf's words. After completely eradicating all the goblins and other beasts in the camp, Halsin is still unable to help.

"However, I was able to track that they are coming from the Shadow Cursed lands, and may be tied to the Moonrise Towers." This was news! Not as good as you were hoping, but its a lead! A start to an otherwise longer journey.

"I appreciate you trying Halsin. Thank you." You tell him quietly. He nods, his hand on your shoulder.

"I should be the one thanking you. You have freed me and explained what Kagha was planning to do to the Emerald Grove-" Astarion cuts off the Druid.

"Yes yes, we get it. We helped. Seems like we did it for no reason." Without turning your gaze away from Halsin, you wack him with your staff. After a loud thump and Astarion's "ow", you smile at the elf.

"No need to thank me, Halsin. Your information will guide us onward." He nods, frowning for a moment.

"Once I get back from ending the Rite of Thorns, I will meet you at your camp and join you on your journey. I hate to ask more of you, but I need assistance with eradicating the Shadow Curse."

"More help?!" Astarion exclaims. You turn around, ready to strike again, but Gale beats you to it. He does you a solid and wacks him upside his head with a large tome. Astarion flinches, complaining about his hair. You smile at Gale in thanks, who winks in response to you before you turn back to Halsin, blushing.

"I'm sure in ridding the curse we may find more information about the parasites." Halsin engulfs you in a hug, and you laugh patting his back.

"Thank you, little one. I will trek to the Grove now. You are more than welcome to join me." You turn to look at all your companions, some of which seem eager to go back to the Grove.

"I think we should, just incase a rampant goblin attacks you again." Halsin chuckles, before letting go of you.

"Then let us make haste."

At the Grove, you watch as Halsin berates Kagha. Afterwards you see Zevlor run up to you.

"We must thank you (Y/N)! We gathered all our gold so we can give you something for your troubles." You watch as the man pulls out a small pouch, filled with everyone's gold. You felt pity, as the need to do good outweighed any reward, especially one so small. You knew taking their gold would leave them only with the clothes on their backs, and the supplies they had.

"Oh Zevlor, I cannot take this from you. Keep it for Baldur's Gate. We are just grateful we were able to help in time." He shakes his head.

"At least let us thank you. We can celebrate at your camp and share our wine and food with you." You ponder this.

"Something to destress may be necessary, lest we hear Lae'zel and Shadowheart fight again." Gale whispers in your ear. Your breath hitches. Ever since you pulled Gale of Waterdeep from the collapsing portal, you've been smitten. Despite his very human nature, his soft brown eyes, beautiful features and prose had caught your attention. He was gorgeous, and your heart yearned for him, mind, body and soul.

"If I have to hear the word cre'che one more time I might gauge my eyes out." You whisper back. He chuckles, the sound warm and it shoots straight to your core. You make your decision.

"I think a celebration with some wine, food and good company would be a great reprise from all the stress. We'll see you at sundown." The group cheers, excited for some wine and relaxation. This seems like the first decision everyone agreed with. You smile at them as Zevlor walks away, telling the tieflings about the celebration.

You were already drunk off the vinegar-like wine, teetering on the edge of consciousness and depravity. You see all your companions scattered across the camp; some entertaining the company of the tieflings, others drinking on their lonesome. This won't do! Your drunk mind exclaims. Before you could act on it, Astarion walks up to you, smirking.

"Well, hello to you sweetheart." You blush at his forwardness. It seems everyday you spend together he gets more bold in his words and touches, but he isn't Gale.

"H-hello Astarion." You tell him, stuttering from your inebriated state. His cold hand meets your arm, and you startle, sobering up momentarily.

"Just a hello? I was hoping for a better form of greeting." You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

"And what would that form of greeting be, my beloved?" You ask him sarcastically. He grins, his fangs glistening in the lowlight of the campfire and lanterns scattered about.

"Perhaps a kiss? Maybe a night, with yours truly? I can make you feel things no man has ever made you feel before~" He grabs your waist and pulls you close.

"No things a man has made me feel before? That's cute, but won't work on me." You tell him, slapping the side of his face as though he were a child.

"Won't work? Darling, it's true! I will make you crave my touch~" He whispers to you. You laugh in his face, and he frowns at your response.

"You should go into comedy with such jokes!" He lets go of you and pouts.

"You're no fun." You smirk at his words.

"Oh I'm plenty of fun. You're just not my type." He is taken aback.

"I'm everyone's type, sweetheart. You're just lying to yourself- or your standards are quite low." You really can't entertain his theatrics any longer, your eyes already looking around for Gale.

"Alright Astarion. As lovely as this conversation was, I've got to go." You pull away from him, spotting the wizard near his tent, a glass of wine in one hand and tome in the other. You rush towards him, before your journey is cut off by Karlach.

"H-hey soldier!" You smile at the tiefling.

"Hi Karlach. Are you enjoying yourself?" She nods, her body swaying.

"Of course! Between my engine sort-of working for now, and the booze, I'm on cloud nine!" She tells you, spinning in place. You giggle at her theatrics, before stabilizing her when she gets too dizzy.

"I was thinking of playing spin the bottle! Now that I can't burn people it would be fun to play-" She gives you puppy dog eyes. You feel bad for Karlach, you really do. A victim to Zariel, and now to her infernal engine, you can tell she just wants to be hugged and loved. You hug her, grinning. She grips you back tightly, sighing into your arms.

"Let's gather the others! Can't wait for the inevitable Lae'zel and Shadowheart kiss." You both laugh. You let go of each other and rally the others. You manage to get Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Astarion to join you near the campfire. Even Halsin decides to join, after you ask him sweetly. You're all sitting in a circle, with Halsin to your left and Astarion on your right. Gale is sitting directly infront of you, and you catch his gaze more than once. You decide that if anyone asks, the blush is not from the handsome wizard, but the booze. Yeah that'll work, you think to yourself.

"Can't wait to kiss you, sweetheart." Astarion tells you. You roll your eyes, taking a sip of a new bottle of wine.

"Get in line, fangs." Karlach tells him, smirking at you. You laugh at her words.

"Alright, alright. Let's get to kissing!" You smirk at everyone. After a minute of downing the bottle in your hand, you empty it and put it in the center of the circle.

"Now that little alchy finished drinking, who wants to spin first?" Astarion speaks up, smirking at your companions. With enthusiasm, Karlach shouts.

"ME ME ME!" You chuckle at her reaction, and give her the go-ahead. You watch her buzzing in her seat as she spins the bottle. It does one, two, three spins before landing on Wyll. They look at eachother, eyes wide.

"Oh shit-" Karlach whispers. The whole circle starts chanting, and after a minute of tense stillness they kiss. You all cheer, laughing and smiling. Then they don't let go, still kissing. The cheering gets louder,

"Oh gods, split it up." Astarion says, fake gagging. They split, gasping. Both of them are blushing, and you smirk.

"Had fun?" You tease them. They look away from each other, realizing the implications of their kiss.

"Alright, now Wyll's gotta spin!" You tell them, grinning. Wyll shuffles closer to the bottle, watching it spin until it lands on Halsin. You gasp, before cheering. Their kiss was quick, but you could tell Halsin was in control. He chuckles as they part, and Wyll sits back down. Halsin spins the bottle, and it spins for a solid ten seconds until it lands on Shadowheart.

"Now this will be interesting." Astarion whispers into your ear. You giggle into your hand, nodding. Your eyes split from Halsin and Shadowheart to see Gale watching you and Astarion's closeness with a frown. Before you could give him a look, you hear cheering. Your eyes glance back at Halsin, who pulls Shadowheart onto his lap and grips her tightly as they are kissing. Your eyes widen, lips parting.

"Oh." After a minute, they split, panting. Shadowheart stands from his lap, her legs left unstable from the powerful kiss. She fans herself for a second before spinning the bottle. It barely does a full turn before it lands on Lae'zel. You start laughing loudly.

"Absolutely not." She says loudly, already reaching for the bottle.

"Hey! No respins!" Karlach says, eyebrows furrowed. Shadowheart huffs. Lae'zel hasn't spoken up, just watching Shadowheart's plight with a grin.

"Fine. But watch yourself, githyanki. I will not hesitate to end you if there's any funny business." Lae'zel rolls her eyes, before pulling Shadowheart into a passionate kiss. Everyone's jaws drop as they kiss, all their verbal fights (and some physical, mind you) seemingly have turned into sexual tension. Lae'zel pulls Shadowheart into her, before pushing her under her. After hearing someone moan, you decide to cut it out.

"Okay, stop! Holy hells, if you're gonna do that do it in the privacy of your own damn tent." You tell them, grimacing at the sounds coming from them. Without a word, Lae'zel picks up Shadowheart and walks away from the circle. You guffaw, before turning back to the other companions, eyes wide.

"Um-" Astarion cuts you off, smirking.

"Alright! Since they left its my turn!" He claps, before spinning the bottle. It lands on you, and you groan.

"Come here, sweetheart." He whispers. As he closes his eyes, you give him a quick peck and turn away before he could wonder what happened.

"That was hardly a kiss!" He shouts, crossing his arms.

"Oh, boo hoo Astarion." You tell him, laughing. You spin the bottle. It does one, two, three, four turns, before it lands on the object of your attentions. Gale's eyes widen, and he freezes up.

"Pucker up wizard, it'll be done before you know it." Astarion sulks from beside you. You crawl towards him, blush deepening. When you get into his personal space, you sit down on your haunches and get comfortable. His hand goes to the side of your face, while the other goes to your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck and you meet in the middle.

This kiss was unlike any other you had in your life. The world around you disappeared, sounds muffled. All you could feel was Gale and his magical essence. You became tuned to one another, magic flowing freely between you both. His hands move around, the one on your hip going to the small of your back and pulling you closer, as the one that was holding your face goes to the back of your neck to hold you to him. Your lips open when his tongue traces the seam of your lips. Your tongues battle for dominance, and you moan into his mouth. That seems to snap him out of the trance, and he separates from you. You can see his deep blush, and he gets up and runs off. Your eyes follow him, and you furrow your brows.

"If he ran away because of your kissing skills, maybe I should be grateful you only gave me a peck." Astarion says. Your eyes snap back to his.

"My kissing isn't the problem. I'll go check on him." You get up, dusting the dirt off your legs and walking towards his tent. When you turn around, to glance at your companions, you see Karlach and Wyll cheering on Astarion and Halsin as they kiss. You roll your eyes and look forward, going into a jog so you could reach Gale's tent sooner.

When you get to his tent, you cough outside so he can hear you. You hear him mutter a "come in" so you enter slowly. When you enter his tent, your eyes widen. Its larger on the inside, and looks homely. There are towers of tomes and books, some old and some new, and your eyes are taking in the beauty of the bigger-on-the-inside tent that reflects Gale's personality. When your eyes stop wandering, you notice Gale sitting on the edge of his large bed, hands holding his head as he sits dejected.

"I wanted to check in on you." You tell him quietly, walking closer to him. He sighs, and looks up at you.

"I'm sorry-" You reach him in two short strides, and kneel so you are below him. His eyes follow your movements, and you see the sorrow and sadness lurking in his beautiful brown eyes.

"You never need to apologize to me Gale. Are you okay?" You ask him softly. He sighs again, frowning.

"I'm not." He says quietly. You know he's upset, by the succinctness of his words.

"You can always tell me what's wrong. You know I care about you-all of you." You save yourself at the last moment. Now's probably not the time to admit your feelings, especially when he doesn't seem receptive to your advances.

"I'm just-" He exhales loudly. "You're not the issue here, (Y/N). I am. Everything I have done, everything I do, was for her. Now I feel lost, between the bomb inside my chest and the tadpole in my head, I feel as though I have no control over anything." Your hands gently takes one of his, holding him softly.

"You are the most talented wizard I have ever met, Gale of Waterdeep. You have control over everything, more than most of us." He shakes his head, eyes getting misty.

"You're wrong, you know. I have lost favour with my goddess, and have lost control over my emotions it seems. I just ran away from you and you still check in on me. Gale's Folly, I once named my demise. But it seems everything I do adds to my torment, and it affects others." You go to deny him but he cuts you off. He turns to the side, looking in the distance.

"I have always known my purpose, since I was young. Hone my powers, control the weave. Serve my goddess. The universe that was once kind to me has turned against me, against my reverence for Mystra. I was cursed, am cursed. In the deepest darkest shadows of my folly, I met you. A sorcerer who I respect and admire greatly. Now I am destined to lose that too-" You grip his hand tightly.

"You have not lost me yet, Gale." You whisper gently to him. His face snaps back to yours, his eyes searching yours for the truth. All he sees is your honesty and admiration.

"I do not deserve you." He whispers, shedding a tear. You wipe the tear away, holding his face.

"It is I who does not deserve you, Gale. You've been hurt, badly. I would never expect anything from you more than what you are ready to tell me. You must know how important you are to us, to me." He looks down at his lap, pondering.

"I've always felt the need to do anything to serve Mystra. Even sacrifice the deepest parts of myself for her, if she had asked. Many times, she had. But you; you ask nothing more from me. You give without taking, and I don't understand how you think I am deserving of your kindness." He whispers.

"Gale. You are magnificent. I care about you, more than I care for the others. Ever since I pulled you out of that portal I knew that you'd be someone I'd care for. Since then, all I've done is fallen more for you. You don't need to reciprocate any feelings, but you have to know how much someone cares for you- I care for you. You are worth much more than Mystra has ever given you credit for." His eyes snap back to yours, widening at your words.

"I did not realize-" You cut him off gently, the hand on his face squeezing slightly.

"I was afraid to say anything. I understand your trepidation regarding your situation. If I was in your position I would have given up long ago. But please, please do not think for a moment you are not worthy of love. You are kind, good of heart and deserving of more than most of us in camp." He pulls you into a hug. Your arms find themselves around him, squeezing him tightly. Your head finds itself in the crevice of his neck, inhaling his scent of old books and hazelnut; a scent you could only describe as Gale.

"I'm sorry. I do care about you, deeply. I have not felt such a way since Mystra, but sitting here with you now, I have never felt such acceptance and understanding. I'm afraid of what darkness the future holds, but it does not seem as dim if you are there with me." He tells you into your ear. You sigh, nudging your nose deeper into his neck. You leave a soft kiss on the side of his neck before pulling away.

"I'll help you rid yourself of the Netherese Orb, and then the parasite. You are not alone." His hands grip the sides of your face.

"I can never feel alone when I'm with you." He pulls you into a kiss, and the adoration he feels for you translates in the movement of his lips. You kiss him softly, before pulling away.

"I do not want to take advantage of you when you are feeling so low." You gaze at him, admiring his looks. His eyes, long dried from the tears, shine in the light of his tent.

"I want to be here with you. No advantages are being taken. Please-" He pleads, begging for you. You bite your lip, and his eyes follow the action. He rushes forward, sliding off the side of the bed and kneels in front of you. He pulls you into a kiss, desperation and need coursing through his blood. You moan against his soft lips, all worries and fears dissipating into the night air. He pulls away from you, panting.

"Those sounds... You're entire being... No magic can compare to your beauty." He whispers, his breath fanning against your lips. You blush under his gaze and words, unable to reply.

"I want to show you my love the way gods do, please let me." He tells you against your lips, kissing you again. Your hands cradle his neck, thumbs trailing up and down the column. You pull away again, shaking your head.

"I don't need magic, or gods. Not when I have you right here infront of me." He pulls away, a deep blush on his face. You notice that it goes down his neck, reaching his chest; as well as the tips of his ears, which are also tinged crimson at your words.

"Are you sure? I can make you feel things, see things.... experience things beyond your wildest imaginations-" You cut him off, pouting.

"You already make me feel those things, Gale. Can't I have the man in front of me? I am no goddess, and you needn't seek my approval. You already have it." He nods, before taking your hands and pushing you forward so you're laying against the floor. His fingers link with yours and pull them above your head. You're panting, breasts heaving and grazing his own chest. His gaze trails from your features down to your neck, then further down to your chest.

"Gods. Seeing you in such a state makes me reconsider if I am truly cursed. You're ambrosial." His face goes to your neck, peppering kisses and licks up and down. You moan again, your arousal climbing higher. Your hips begin to grind the air, praying for solace, pleading for his touch. He bites down on you, blunt teeth tickling your skin. You gasp out, back arching so your bodies are fully touching.

"Please, please Gale." You whimper, eyes closed and lips parted.

"What do you need, my love?" He asks you huskily, still licking and kissing your neck.

"I need you." You wail out, eyes watering from his teasing.

"Not as much as I need you, my sweet." With a wave of his hand, both your clothes dissipate. His eyes wander, admiring your body. Your hands go to his chest, caressing the hair there. For a moment, your fingers hover over the tattoo, before touching it with such gentleness. He exhales at your touch, eyes closing while your hands wander. Your hands go to his shoulders where they caress the tense muscle there. He smiles before opening his eyes, adoration shining in them.

"You are a goddess." You squirm under his words, blushing deeply. His hands start to caress the sides of your torso, going up to your breasts. His thumbs start rubbing against your peaks, the rough texture of his fingers making you whimper. Your hands squeeze his shoulders, as you look at him pleadingly.

"Gale, don't tease me." His eyes glace up to your face, as he lowers himself closer to your chest.

"Don't worry my sweet sorcerer, I'll make sure this night is magical." His lips take in one of your nipples, as he begins to suck and bite. You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. As he worships your nipple, his other hand begins to play roughly with the other one. His empty hand waves, and a mage hand appears and takes both your wrists in its mystical grasp, placing them above your head like Gale had done moments before. He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

You whimper under his actions, panting and arching into him. One of his hands trails down to the apex of your thighs, and begins to caress your core. You exhale loudly through your nose as you bite your lip, groaning. He comes off of your chest with a pop! and grins at you.

"My sweet, are you this wet for me? Can't wait to spread you open and taste you for myself-" His hands spread your legs as far as you can go, as he lowers down. You feel his breathe on your core. For a moment, nothing happens, but then he summons two more mage hands to hold your thighs open as he begins to taste you.

His tongue licks the side of your thighs, as he places open mouthed kisses on your hot skin. He does this for a minute, just worshipping your skin, and then he licks up your core. He moans into you as he tastes your slick, eyes closing.

"Ambrosial, just as I suspected-" He opens his eyes and looks at you as you watch him attentively. "I can't wait to taste you until I bring you to other planes of existence." He attacks your pussy with fervor, licking and prodding at you. His ambidextrous tongue works wonders on you, he spreads you open further with his fingers, as he brings his tongue into you. You gasp at the intrusion, hands struggling against the grip of the mage hand, wishing to push him further into you. As he continues to taste you, his concentration wavers and the mage hands dissipate. Your hands latch into his dark curly locks, tugging at him as you continuously plea don't stop. He chuckles into your skin, as he pulls away.

"I won't stop worshipping you until the end of the night, my beloved. I promised you magic, and you'll take it like a good girl." You whimper at his words, slick leaving you. He licks it up from the source, moaning into your skin. As he goes to take your clit into his mouth, two of his thick fingers caress at your entrance before going in to the hilt and curling upwards. You caterwaul at the attention, hands gripping his locks tighter. He licks and sucks at your clit, fingers pistoning in and out of you. You feel your nirvana quickly approaching.

"G-Gale I'm close, so so close. Please-" You beg him, eyes closed. He hums against your clit as he curls his fingers curve upwards. You've hit your peak, back arching into the sky and thighs tightening against his head. You see explosions of colours behind your eyelids, and your body is weightless for many moments. As you come back from your high, you open your eyes to see Gale admiring your face; his fingers lazily pumping into you. You clench around his fingers as you pant, eyes still unfocused.

"O-oh-" You whisper, head hitting the floor as you close your eyes to try to get your bearings. Gale chuckles at you as he removes his fingers from you, tasting your spend on his skin. As your breathing gets back to normal, you open your eyes again to gaze at Gale.

"I want to please you-" He cuts you off, picking you up off the floor with relative ease and depositing you onto the bed.

"If you do that I know I will not be able to please you as long as I'd like." He tells you honestly as he licks his lips. You surge forward, capturing his mouth against yours. You can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it excites you further. Your legs lock around his waist and pull him into you, his cockhead bumping into your clit. You split from each other, admiring one another.

"Take what you want from me, Gale of Waterdeep." He moans at your words, and grasps his cock in his hand.

"You don't know how you affect me, (Y/N). Your words, your scent, your taste. I can't wait to take you and make you mine." As he speaks, he thrusts into you in one quick motion, bottoming out inside of you. You both gasp, the connection unlike any other you had ever experienced in your life.

"Please make me yours Gale. I'll be anything you want, do anything you want. Just make me yours." He begins to thrust into you, his pace rough and deep. He continues to hit that spot, and you feel your orgasm coming again.

"I'm s-so close." You whisper into his ear, kissing the side of his face. He turns and pulls you back into a passionate kiss. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix. You gasp against his lips, panting.

"That's right, sweetheart. Let go-" His words bring you to your crest, and you babble as your brain short circuits. As you reach your peak, he does as well, moaning out your name against the column of your neck. His hips stutter to a stop as he releases inside of you, the clenching of your pussy too much for him. He collapses onto you, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings to you. After a moment, you pull him into a gentle kiss, savouring the moment with him.

"You are perfect." He whispers to you as you part. Your hand caresses the side of his face.

"You are the perfect one. I hope I can spend the rest of this journey reminding you." You tell him softly. He closes his eyes, smiling at your words.

"How can I ever consider myself less than when I am in your embrace?" You blush, pulling him into a hug. After a moment, he gets up, getting a cloth to clean your mixed spend from between your thighs. Once he deems you clean, he lays back down next to you. You spend the rest of the night cuddling, hushed words of love and appreciation to one another.

The End.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

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Valkyrie Reader

Hera HCs

Zoo

Cu Chulainn Reader

Joan of Arc Reader

Hitman Reader

Jirai Kei

Nyx’s Sleepy Wish Granting Daughter

Sweet but Dark (Jack the Ripper x Reader)

Element User Reader

Best Father-in-Law

RoR x Pokemon Hcs

Just Dance

Athena vs. Joan of Arc

Prometheus

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Return of the Night

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Dangers of a Braid

Long Forgotten Awakening

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Kaguya Reader

Scariest Woman in the World

Sweet but Scary

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Watching Bluey

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Past Regrets

Amusing Marriage Announcement

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[ghoastixx]

hihihihi

i have a request for you!!

Labyrinth

jareth x aromantic male reader

where it’s just the reader doing the labyrinth but their having so much fun rather than stressing like sarah did !!

so yknow when jareth asks sarah to stay with him? (i haven’t seen the movie in a bit but i think this happened) the reader just agrees because they’re having so much fun and actually enjoy having jareth as a friend 💅

Jareth x aromantic male reader

Author’s note: hi!!! Thank you for the request :)))) I love when I get requests, it makes my blog a lot more lively in my opinion. Writing for aro readers is something that I have never done, but this simply thrills me. I’d be more than happy to do this! I’m more of a romcom reader myself but would absolutely devour a friendship fic if there were more.

Like- oh my god I love this prompt so much?? This is so fun???

Warnings: none at all, just tooth rotting fluff

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As soon as Jareth sees that you are not showing a bit of interest in him, he lays off.

He may be a hopeless romantic, but no use hitting on someone who has not shown the slightest bit of romantic interest in him.. but he’s still very curious about you.

Like- who is this guy??? Why is he not panicking??? Does he not understand the intensity of this situation?????

why are you having fun??? >:|

You confuse him.. he likes you.

“He’s reached the gates.. he shouldn’t of made it this far, he should’ve given up by now.” “He’ll never give up!” “Will he?”

You’re just being so nice??? So happy?? Like- this is just a normal Tuesday for you??

Once you beat him, he gives out his little speech. “Fear me, love me, do what I say, and I will be your slave.”

Much to his dismay! You agree to stay!!

You don’t want to be his king though </3

He throws a little tantrum about it at first but eventually gets over it.

(Please we’ve all seen his hair, he’s a drama queen and we all know it)

You now play a very important part in his labyrinth. You are his court.

He’d come to you with propositions, issues, royal stuff.

He’d probably try to get you to help lure humans away with your friendly nature.

“Yo Jareth!” You stormed into the room flooding with goblins. Usually this would get the king riled up, but he didn’t care.

“Yes, Y/n?” He hummed, sitting haphazardly on his throne.

“Your runner fell through one of the holes you have in the maze.” He looked at you.

“Which one?”

“How many are there?”

“A lot.”

“Well shit-“

“Did they say anything important?” He looked at him, he seemed tired and fed up, but holding a civil conversation was very nice.

“Uh- no. Not really. Mostly just “I have to save Cleo! Oh naurrrr!” Jareth put a hand on his face and chuckled a bit.

“You have way too much fun with this-“

“I can’t help it!” He sat on one of the windows and watched the goblins run ramped, as they harassed the kiddo.

“Jareth?”

“Hm?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask- why is there a chicken in here?” Jareth looked at the other male very sternly.

“The goblins like to throw things at it.”

“HOW DID IT GET HERE!”

“I DON’T KNOW, IT’S VERY OLD.”

If he ever has time off, let him show you around the labryinth

He’d show you little secrets to lure other people through.

Look- he’s gotta make this fun for the both of you. Work is work, he’s allowed to have fun with it to.

He likes to watch you lead the runners off path, it’s very fun. You’re very convincing.

THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL TO THE RUNNER IS AT THE VERY END.

Jareth and the runner are face to face and all of a sudden, you, Jareth’s right hand man come lurking from the shadows.

Runner: shocked

Jareth: smug

You: having way too much fun.

“You’re working with him!? How could you?! I trusted you?!”

“Eh-“

You’re not evil- you did help the runner, a lot. But you need to have fun too, right?

Jareth would be a very good partner in crime.

__________________________

-Ghoastix

[ihatethis1234]

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You can call me kai, vex or vexian, Kurt my pronouns are he/him, I'm a trans gay guy, my favorite song is in-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly my favorite animal is a raccoons I'm a fan of ghost, rammenstien, queen, pink Floyd, the beatles, rob Zombie, alice cooper, misfits, bon jovi, mindless self indulgence, insane clown posse, and system of a down.

My favorite movies include, black christmas, Halloween, friday the 13th, house of a thousand corpses, scream, the boy, and Texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2.

I am local to the Ohio area so my time zone is est/ eastern Standard time.

My favorite characters are choptop Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, nubbins sawyer, micheal myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy lenz, Billy Loomis, and brahms heelshire.

My Spotify is 𝓥𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷 you can copy it and search it in Spotify

I'm a Satanist

I am learning to speak german

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{Charaters}~

Alejandro -Cod

Argyle - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove -Stranger Things

Billy Lenz -Black Christmas

Billy Loomis -Scream

Bo Sinclair - house of wax

Brahms Heelshire -The Boy

Bubba sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre

Captain Spaulding-House Of A Thousand Corpses

ChopTop Sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre 2

Corey Cunningham-Halloween Ends

Drayton Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Gaz -Cod

Geralt - The Witcher

Ghost - Cod

Harry Warden - My Bloody Valentine

Jack in the box mascot - it obvious where he's from.

Jareth The Goblin King - Labyrinth

Jason Voorhees -Friday The 13Th

Jhon Price -Cod

könig -Cod

Lester -house of wax

Micheal Myers -Halloween

Nubbins Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre

Otis Driftwood -House Of A Thousand Corpses

Secoundo - Ghost

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Thomas Hewitt -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre The Beginning

Vincent Sinclair - house of wax

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. Comfort

. Horror

{Smut dos}

. The characters on the list above

. Slow build

. Porn with plot

. Sub reader

. Survice Sub reader

. Male reader

. Cis male reader

. Trans male reader (ftm)

{Kinks i absolutely write for}

. Blood kinks

. BDSM

. Bondage

. Choking

. Overstim

. Edging

. Anything rough (minus rape)

. Body worship

. Sex to music (idk what it's called)

. Foreplay

. Knife play (non traumatic)

. Gun play (non traumatic)

. Size kink

. Masochic

. Sadistic

. Crying (non forced way)

. Mutual masturbation

. Soft sex

. Soft Dom characters allowed

. After care

. No after cares allowed to

. NSFW ABCs

. Headcanons

{Smut mabeys}

. Forced (as long as content I'd giving at some point)

. Stalking

(unless it's a slasher that does that)

{Smut donts}

. Piss kinks

. Fences kinks

. Feet kinks

. Pedophila

. pro ships

. Charater x character

. Necrophilia

. Death kinks

. Gun play (traumatic)

. Knife play (traumatic)

. Female reader

. Dom reader

. Asking me to write with a character that isn't on the list (goes for all) unless I reply say I will once I watch the series.

. Rape

. Pet play (it makes me uncomfy)

(You can ask me if I will write for a character tho if it's not on the list)

{Fluff/ comfort dos}

. Mental break down comfort

. Cuddling

. Dysphoria comfort

. Motivational

. Nightmare comfort

. After care fic

. Soft head cannons

{Angst dos}

. Readers death (reaction)

. Character death

. Injured

. Fainted

. Arguments

(That's all I can think of rn)

{Horror fics dos}

. Slasher character

. Yandere

. Murder

. Gore

. Kidnapping

. Death

. Killer reader

. Taunting

. Stalking

. 16-30 year old reader (if the reader is 16 there will probably not be smut unless it's like stu or somthing)

. Killer couple

. Ghost reader

I will writer for NonBinary reader 𝑏𝑢𝑡 it may take longer if requested.

Under no circumstances will a write for a female reader I will write ftm but not female

Also all female allied that have a fetish for gay relationships or reader yaoi may NOT  interact with my posts you will be blocked.

Also

DO NOT ASK ME TO WRITE SMUT FOR MINORS!!

-Vexian❤️‍🔥

(Will add new characters as I watch more movies and shows)

[jawritter]

Life Of The Party

Summary: A game of truth or dare gets’s really interesting, when alcohol is involved. 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo​

Square Field: Rob Benedict

Word Count: 1410

Warning: Implications of past as well as future smut, oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, mentions of being drunk, language. This one is pretty much porn, not sorry. 

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! This is my first ever Rob x Reader fic, so please be nice lol. Feedback is golden, do not copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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“Okay Y/N, truth or dare,” Richard asked, staggering into your circle of friends in his living room with an open bottle of Crown, and a bag of popcorn, flopping down with an exaggerated grown next to Jared, who chuckled at the thought of what he was gonna do to Richard when he passed out first as usual.

“Dare, pick dare,” Misha drunkenly whispers yells, elbowing you annoyingly. 

“Okay, okay dare,” you growl, swatting at Misha, who promptly falls off of the cushion he was only half balanced on, causing Jensen to snort out a laugh into his own red solo cup. 

“YAS QUEEN!” Richard yells, slapping his hands together, and giving you a mischievous grin that seriously made you a little uneasy. 

Richard had flown Jensen, Misha, Rob, Jared, Briana, Kim, and yourself to his house as soon as the quarantine was lifted in order to have a friend’s get together/Christmas celebration now that people were safely able to be in the same room with each other again. Richard’s parties were always a promise of two things, a good time you all hoped no one would remember in the morning, and a damn horrible hangover the next day. 

“Okay, okay, you have to go in that room back there where Rob is having a pity party for himself, don’t say shit, just drop down on your knees in front of him, and suck him off,” Richard slurs. 

Misha pops up off the floor like a gopher out of his hole, and Jensen nearly chokes to death on his drink, while the others laugh at their reactions. Briana slaps Jensen hard on the back as he sputters, and Richard keeps locked eyes with your completely shocked face. 

“Can’t I just go flash him or something?” you whisper to the circle in front of you.

Richard shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. “Nope, you either go in there and blow him, or you have to tell us what happened between you and Sebastian at Comic Con last year.”

Your ears burned and you knew you were blushing. The whole circle seemed to perk up at that little bit of information. You had told Richard about that little hookup in confidentiality, but apparently, alcohol brings forth loose lips from your extremely drunk friend. 

You weren’t about to throw Sebastian under the bus like that. Plus you don’t know if he wanted it out that he’d fucked Jensen’s PA at Comic Con. 

“Fine, fine,” you grumble, getting off of the floor with a huff. 

“Well, next time I’ma go sulk in a back room over my ex, then maybe I can’t…” Jensen started, but before he could finish Briana elbowed him hard in the side, “Ouch!” 

You chose to ignore his comment and tried to calm your nerves, crossing the floor to the bedroom door. An eerie silence had fallen over the room behind you, and you knew everyone was watching.

“Remember Y/N, not a word, just do it,” Richard said. 

Man, you hopped he didn’t freak out on you. Rob had been friends with you ever since you started working for Jensen as his PA when he took on a new role with the boys, as well as his new production company. It was a big workload, and he needed the backup. It was the best decision you had ever made. It opened up a lot of doors for you that you never thought you would have opened, but it also gave you friends you would cherish for a lifetime. 

Opening the door to the room you see Rob sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in one hand, and an open bottle of beer in another, taking a deep swig as he turns his head to look at you from where he was gazing out of the window.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he smiled at you as you closed the door behind you, slipping the lock to prevent them from getting too curious and coming in for proof. 

You cross the floor with your heart pounding against your rib cage, coming to a stop in front of him, and placing your finger to your lips, shushing him as you wink and sink down to your knees in front of him. 

You watched confusion flashed across his face as your hands slipped sensually up his thighs, making their way to his belt, undoing it quickly and lowering his zipper before he had a chance to react. 

“What...What are you? Oh, God.”

Reaching inside his pants you quickly remove his flaccid length stroking it in your hand and blowing lightly across the tip, smirking as his hips jerked in response, and his cock started to swell under your administrations. 

“Oh my God,” he murmured, quickly undoing his button and swatting you away only long enough to shove his pants and boxers down in a hurry. You bit your tongue, desperately wanting to respond with, “I thought you went by Rob now,” but remembering you weren’t allowed to speak.

By the time you took him in your hands again you were pretty impressed at the fact he was already fully erect, and already forming a little bead of precum at his swollen tip. Even more impressive was the sudden need you had to taste him.   

You had always thought Rob was cute, but you had never really seen him that way, not until this point. 

Giving him your best doe-eyed look you slowly run your tongue all the way up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, stopping to tongue at his slit, your own pussy clenching around nothing at the little moans that were already falling from his lips as his eyes closed and his head lulled back; the salty taste of precum invading your taste buds as you hollow out your checks and swallow all of him that you could until you were nose to hilt with him. 

“Holy shit,” he groaned, grabbing your hair and moving it out of your face as you bag to bob up and down his shaft, licking, sucking, and jerking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth as you went. 

You never expected this to turn you on the way it did, but damn. The weight of him on your tongue was downright intoxicating. It didn’t take long for his legs to start shaking, and his breath to come in short, uneven bursts as he got closer and closer to his release, his hips moving along with the pace you had set. 

You could tell he was close, right on the edge, all he needed was a little push to get there, and you had a feeling you knew just how to do it. 

Carefully you slip your left hand under his quickly tightening sack, massaging slowly, pulling more strangled groans from his lips as his legs tightened and jerked, almost there, but still not quite falling over the edge. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you hollow out your cheek and swallow him whole in one goal, gagging slightly around the tip, that was all it took for him to spill into your waiting mouth, and you eagerly sucked down all he had to give until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Rob sat on the bed, wide-eyed and panting as he slowly got to your feet, carefully wiping your mouth because, well, dammit you were a lady after all, and giving him a wink as you head towards the door. 

“Merry Christmas Rob,” you say as you grab a hold of the doorknob, knowing damn good and well there was a crowd waiting outside the door because you heard them shuffle away at the close sound of your voice. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he replied, voice much higher than normal. 

You exit the room grinning only to find a very disgruntled Jensen standing not far from the doorway. 

You remember his previous comment as you cross your arms in front of you, leaning against the doorway, more than a little riled up from the task you just completed, the alcohol making you braver than what you would have been normally, and after all, it was a party. 

“Truth or dare Jay,” you say with your best devilish smirk, one that he quickly returned, taking a deep swing of the whiskey bottle he was holding before pinning you to the door frame. 

“Dare.”

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[jimins-ass-eater]

the goblin queen | pjm

➛authors: @illneverrecover​ & @jimins-ass-eater​ ; executive consultant @quinnkook

➛pairing: Park Jimin x reader

➛genre: Labyrinth!AU, Goblin Queen!Reader, action, fantasy, some fluff,  smut

➛word count: 11,298 (definitely didn’t think we’d write this much)

➛rating: M

➛warnings: action scenes, cursing, half naked tattooed & pierced Jungkook, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugging/poisoning, heavy kissing, light bondage, power play (with both reader & Jimin), oral sex (male receiving), mentions of face sitting, unprotected vaginal sex, marking/biting, slight dirty talk

➛summary: When Jimin makes a desperate wish after giant mistake, he didn’t expect to find himself stuck in a Labyrinth, under the control of a mysterious Goblin Queen. Unable to escape, he has to defeat the trials of the maze - with the help of some new friends - in order to defeat her. However, she has a penchant for pretty things, and well, Jimin sure is pretty. 

➛notes: I can’t think of a better way to break back into writing again than with two of my favorite people by my side, @illneverrecover​ and @quinnkook​. Thank you both for being there to cheer me on, give feedback, and be the kindest support system ever. For this project, we decided to take the story/movie of Labyrinth, and turn it on its head for the network @ksmutclub​​ “Twisted Fairtytales: Members in Distress”, with Jimin as Sarah, and the reader as mysterious and sexy Goblin Queen. This was exciting to write and I really hope that this gives me more confidence to continue writing in the future! Thank you for reading!

Failure has never been a thing in Jimin’s world.

He knew what it was, of course. Has seen others fall to its clutches, danced with the devil a few times himself, but he always pulled out at the last moment. Toed the line before forging ahead. 

He was a perfectionist, and it showed. From his perfectly colored silver hair, his immaculate wardrobe, to his charming presence, his pristine work record. Jimin had worked hard his whole life to get where he was, and it wasn’t something he took lightly. 

Which is why he cannot believe he made such a stupid mistake.

A small miscalculation, an extra digit where one shouldn’t be. He should have triple checked it, should have quadruple checked it - hell, he should have sent it to that obnoxious, always smirking auditor Wooyoung, just to be sure - but he didn’t. Not this time. He was confident, he was in a hurry, and he never made mistakes.

Until now.

It wasn’t something he could sweep under the rug, either. It had cost his company, Han Industries, an absurd amount of money; an amount that while only a drop in the bucket for the multimillionaire of a CEO, was still a substantial loss. His boss didn’t even seem angry, which was one of the worst parts, honestly. Jimin could handle yelling, berating, a stapler flying past his head - but what he couldn’t handle was the low disappointment in his superior’s tone, the disapproval in his eyes as he sent him home for the rest of the day.

He doesn’t know what’s next. Despite a spotless record before now, he wouldn’t be surprised if they suspend him. Fire him. He deserves it anyway, making such an idiotic error. How could he be so stupid?

Drinking a glass of wine on the back deck doesn’t relax him like he had hoped, instead it makes him feel itchy in his button down, has panic clawing in his throat. With one miscalculation, the perfect life Jimin had built for himself has all but crumbled, and what does he have to show for it?

The moon is full, bright, illuminating his balcony and shedding light to his shame. He feels tears prick behind his eyes, his vision swimming. 

“I wish I could just disappear,”

The words hang heavy in the air alongside his anguish, and he blinks the wetness away, wiping at his cheeks. Sighing, he goes to take another sip of wine, when something appears in his periphery. 

It seemed to be a small animal, creeping across the expanse of his backyard, however what stood out to him was the way it seemed to be glowing. Straining his eyes, he makes out the shape of a fox; long, bushy tail perked up in the air, sharp eyes and ears trained towards him, staring. It’s fur was as white as fresh snow, but the cast of the moon made it look like it was made of starlight, silver and shining. 

Gasping, he freezes, watching as it slowly trots through the grass, edging closer to where he stands and the vast forest to the side of his home. It’s only when it gets closer that Jimin can see that it has something perched in it’s mouth, a rectangular shaped piece of leather, about the size of a-

Wait, is that his briefcase?

Without thinking, Jimin drops his wine glass and takes off towards the creature, shouting and waving his arms.

“HEY! Hey, drop that! That’s not YOURS!” 

Sprinting through the grass, he continues to chase the silver fox, startling a bit when it tears off in the direction of the woods. “No! No, don’t go in there, drop it! Give it back!”

His desperation has him following, any sense of danger pushed to the back of his mind as he pursues the animal deeper into the forest, shouting expletives as he weaves through the trees. He couldn’t afford to lose his briefcase, lose his last connection and only hope at getting his job back, and it fuels him to run farther, even when the woodland becomes so thick he can barely see the light of the moon. 

After what seems like ages, the fox sprints into a large open field, a clearing that is stopped abruptly by a large, intimating wall. Jimin stumbles to stop, his momentum making him fall forward, dropping his hands on his knees to catch his breath. 

“Where the hell did that come from?”

It had to be at least 12 feet high, made of dark brick covered in vines and foliage interwoven throughout. He has no idea what it would belong to - can’t recall any buildings this far out into the country - but before he can ponder for too long, the sly little beast gives him one last lingering stare before leaping through the wall, vanishing into thin air.

“What? No! HEY!” 

Exasperation, misery, and a bit of stupidity has him following suit, speeding towards the place in the wall where it had disappeared in foolish determination. 

“I’m going to catch you!” he yells before squeezing his eyes tight, and leaping towards the same spot in the wall - 

-before leaping through it, vanishing into thin air.

When he opens his eyes, Jimin finds himself surrounded by the giant walls, sandwiched into a vast alley, no end in sight. He groans, fingers immediately flying up to massage his throbbing temple. How he got here, he can’t quite remember. It was like how one falls into a dream, except the pain in his head reminds him that this is all very much real. He remembers the fox, and his briefcase, and not much else. His hands, well groomed and adorned in silver rings, reach out for the giant walls that surround him. They’re solid, cool to the touch and so smooth that there’s no way he could climb them. He huffs. Jimin has one of two options: stay put or explore. Not one to sit around and do nothing, he decides to walk, his fingers trailing along the wall on his left as he makes his way forward. 

He walks for an indeterminate length of time. The sun overhead barely moves, but it feels like very early morning. The landscape remains unchanged. Just two large walls on either side that cage him in, until he stumbles literally across an opening. Well, actually it was the legs of someone huddled up against the wall in front of an opening. The jostled stranger grunts as Jimin composes himself.

“Ouch. Why don’t you watch where you’re going,” the grumpy stranger snarls.

“I’m so sorry. I was walking, and I didn’t even see you! Where did you even come from?”

“Me? I’ve been here this whole time. It’s you that came out of nowhere.”

Jimin scoffs. “Well, sorry. Look. I’m trying to get out of this place. Do you know where I am?” 

“I don’t even know who you are, so how should I know where you are?”

“My name is Jimin,” he extends a hand out of habit.

The stranger grasps his hand. “Woah, would you look at that. You’ve got some very nice rings, there, Jimin.” 

Jimin pulls back his hand and wipes it inconspicuously on his pant leg, “Yes, well. Thank you. I’m sorry but I didn’t catch your name.” 

“That’s because I didn’t say it.” The stranger smirks. “My name is Yoongi. And I’m just a simple troll who guards the entrance to the labyrinth by order of the Goblin Queen herself.” 

Jimin blinks. “I’m sorry. Troll? Goblin Queen? I must be dreaming.”

“No, I’m afraid to tell you this is very much real. But you don’t have to take my word for it. You see that hourglass over there? You have 24 hours before the sand is up. If you can’t reach the Goblin Queen’s castle in that time, then you’ll be stuck here forever… and that briefcase of yours will be hers.”

Wait a minute, briefcase? “How do you know about the briefcase?” Jimin crosses his arms suspiciously.

“Because she told me about it! Obviously!” Yoongi huffs his dark hair out of his face and rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Look, are you going to flap your jaws here all day? Time’s a’ wastin’. I’d get a move on if I were you.”

Jimin looks past Yoongi’s shoulder. The labyrinth continued on, but there was no way for him to know how to get to the Goblin Queen’s castle. He met Yoongi’s gaze. “Take me to her castle.”

“What?” Yoongi starts to laugh. “Wow. That was a good one. I almost believed you for a second.” 

“I’m serious. Take me there. You know the Queen so surely you know the way.”

Yoongi narrows his dark eyes. “And why should I take you there? Out of the goodness of my heart? The Queen will have my head if she finds out I helped you!”

Jimin folds his arms across his chest. Yoongi’s eyes flit down to the rings on his finger for a brief moment. It gives him an idea. “No, of course not. I’ll offer you a trade. My rings for your guidance.”

Yoongi’s face falters. “Who says I want those things?”

“Oh! Well, I guess that wasn’t a good trade then. Seeing as I have nothing left to offer, I guess I’ll just be on my way. Nice to meet you, Yoongi.” He waves his fingers in front of Yoongi’s face on purpose and sets off into the labyrinth. A few moments later he hears it:

“Wait!” 

Jimin smiles, then turns around. “Yes?” 

“I’ll do it. The trade. I’ll take your rings.” 

“Wonderful,” Jimin beams as he begins to slide the rings loose.

Yoongi hobbles over to him, and Jimin thinks he must have been sleeping there a long time. He snatches the rings from Jimin’s outstretched palm and places them gleefully in his own fingers. He flexes his fingers in the sunlight as he admires them. Satisfied, he squares his shoulders and looks Jimin in the eye. “Before we go, I have one thing to say.”

Jimin nods for him to continue.

“Remember this. Things in the labyrinth aren’t always what they seem. Wherever you came from… this place is very different. I can assure you.”

“Oh… kay. Well, thanks for the terrifying reminder. I will be sure to take care. Plus, I have you now. Right?” He smiles widely and claps Yoongi on the shoulder. 

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Just try to keep up,” Yoongi grumbles as he starts down the packed earth path.

Jimin curses out loud as another low branch catches on his pant leg. As the path they walk on takes yet another winding curve, he can’t help but whine. “Is there no end in sight? God, I feel like I’ve been walking forever.” His feet land heavy on the packed dry earth.

“Well, this is a labyrinth. I’m not sure what to tell you,” Yoongi replies dryly.

“You could, I don’t know… lie to me? Tell me it’s over soon? Give me some hope of seeing the end?!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “And have to deal with the whining when you inevitably figure out the truth? No thanks. You’re lucky I’m even helping you, remember? The Queen will surely punish me when she finds out.” Yoongi’s lips quirk slightly as he imagines for a moment what sweet torment the Queen would plan for him.

Jimin opens his mouth to retort, but a primal yell stops them both in their tracks. It’s coming from up ahead, the same direction they’re supposed to be traveling. Jimin’s eyes find Yoongi’s, wide with an unspoken question. Before he can attempt to ask what the hell is going on, another yell can be heard, this time it sounds like one of pain. 

“Someone’s hurt!” Jimin yells before dashing off toward the sound. He hears Yoongi shout behind him but the message is scrambled and he’s too far gone to care. He jumps over gnarled roots, flies down the twisting, shaded labyrinthine path. Another wail, closer now, and he’s answering out, “Hold on! I’m coming!” He crashes into a clearing, eyes scanning the unexpected sight before him. Bodies, goblins of sorts, lie crumpled and groaning in a heap. They’re injured and broken, but that’s not what makes his eyes widen. The tall, chest heaving hunk of sweaty shirtless muscle is what takes his breath from him. “W-who are you?” Jimin’s voice sounds more afraid than he’d like it to. 

The beast turns toward him. Long black shaggy curls cover half of its face, but Jimin can feel its eyes on him. It straightens up to its full height and Jimin gulps as he scans it from head to toe. Two large, black gnarled horns sprout from its thick locks, a large rounded nose sits above pink sculpted lips. His jaw is set firm and determined. His shoulders, the widest part of him so far, are bare in the sunlight as is his torso. A silver ring decorates each nipple, and tattoos spiral down both arms and end at his fingers. His waist cinches in and is accentuated by his tight fitting black pants that strain under the hulk of his thighs. 

He’s breathtaking. 

The beast smirks and stalks towards Jimin. He starts from his staring with a shout and raises his fists. “Hey! Hey you! D-dont come closer! I’ll kick your ass!” 

The beast only chuckles and raises his fists in kind, but looks relaxed, as one does when they’re fighting a much weaker and pitiful opponent. 

“I’m warning you!” Jimin puffs out his chest to look more menacing. 

“Woah woah! Wait! Wait!” Yoongi’s voice cuts the tension and the fighters both relax their stance. Yoongi breaks up the scene but is so winded from running after Jimin that he needs a moment. He raises a finger into the air as he bends at the waist and holds onto a knee. “Phew. God. I hate. Hate. Running. Ugh.” He straightens up and wipes his brow. “Jimin, meet Jungkook. Jungkook, meet Jimin. Jimin is a friend. Okay?”

Jungkook’s shoulders sag, and all the fight leaves him. He flicks his hair out of his eyes and big, brown eyes twinkle in wonder as he opens his mouth to speak. “Friend?”

“Yes, Jungkook. He’s a friend,” Yoongi pants out, still trying to find his breath.

Jungkook turns towards Jimin and smiles brightly, his eyes crinkling adorably. “Friend!” he shouts and runs toward Jimin, gathering the smaller man up in his arms and hugging him tightly despite Jimin’s obvious struggling. 

“Nice… to meet… you too. Buddy.” Jimin croaks out, the breath nearly squashed from his lungs.

Jungkook beams and sets him back down. He’s all smiles as he looks back and forth between Jimin and Yoongi. He was so very glad to have another friend here. It was lonely in the labyrinth. And now he would have a new friend to beat up goblins with. It would be so much fun! 

Yoongi straightens up. “Well. I’m glad I was able to stop that from going down. Thank goodness. Jungkook is the nicest person in this forsaken place, can’t imagine what I would have done if I came onto the scene to see you laying a hand on him.” 

Jimin laughs. “What are you talking about? I wouldn’t have even landed a punch on him.” 

“Shame on you for even thinking of hitting our Jungkookie. He’s our soft baby. No one is allowed to hurt him.” 

Jimin smiles and shakes his head. “Aww, Yoongi. I’m starting to think the biggest soft baby in this place isn’t Jungkook, but you.” 

“What are you talking about? I’m vicious.”

“Yeah, sure. Says the guy who helps a stranger through a labyrinth even though he hates physical exercise and protects big muscle baby here from getting picked on.” Jimin’s eyes sparkle as Yoongi’s cheeks start to turn pink. Jimin can’t help but coo and try to pinch them. “Aww, are you blushing? You are! So cute! Oh I just want to hug you now!” He approaches Yoongi with open arms.

“No! Absolutely not! No hugging!”

“Too bad! I’m going to!”

“No! Don’t!!!” 

Poor Yoongi is too tired to evade Jimin for long, and winds up caged in the younger man’s arms. As soon as Jimin connects, the ground beneath the three of them begins to shake violently.

“What’s happening!” Jimin yells.

Jungkook looks around in panic.

“You idiot! I said no hugging!!!!” Yoongi bellows as the ground beneath them gives out and swallows the three of them up without a trace. 

A tiny worm inches across the ground that just moments ago had swallowed them whole. It shakes its little head and sighs in pity. “What a shame,” it squeaks. “Had they kept going along this path, they’d be at the Queen’s castle in no time.”

The fall is only a moment, but it’s disorienting all the same. Jimin lands on a grassy knoll then rolls several feet before coming to a stop flat on his ass. He sits up, slowly, while groaning and trying to figure out where the hell they are. Yoongi and Jungkook are equally slow to get up, but seem to be otherwise unharmed. Jimin blinks, the area around him is nothing like he’s ever seen in the labyrinth before. It looks like a muggy swampland. Thick, murky water burbles and bubbles, and moss covered trees curl towards the sky with gnarled branches. It takes a deep breath to calm himself, and nearly wretches. The stench of death and flatulence and all things rotten slides into his nostrils and decides to make a permanent home there. 

Jimin turns towards his companions. “What is that SMELL?” 

“That,” Yoongi sighs, pinching his nose, “is the bog of eternal stench.” 

“Smells bad!” Jungkook wails pathetically.

Yoongi extends a hand to poor Jungkook and helps him stand. Jimin stands as well, and wonders if he should breathe through his mouth and risk tasting the foul air, or if he should just give up and suffocate right there and then. 

“I’m never hugging you again,” Jimin pouts.

“Preferable, honestly.” 

Yoongi walks to the edge of the swamp and surveys the situation. He frowns as Jungkook and Jimin join him on either side. “Do you see that?” He points at the far end of the swampy bog. “There’s a bridge that leads out of here. The only problem is-”

“How do we get to it?” Jimin finishes Yoongi’s question.

“That… I don’t know,” Yoongi ponders deep in thought. 

“Why can’t we just swim across?” 

Yoongi looks at Jimin, “It’s not a bad idea except that, well, you’d drown. This muck is as thick as quicksand. Once you go in, you never get out.”

Jimin swallowed. He was willing to trust Yoongi on this one. “Well, could we make a boat?”

“Hmmm,” Yoongi answers noncommittally and continues to stew in his thoughts.

Jimin chews on his lip. “What do you think, Jungkook?” There’s no answer. Not even a grunt. Panic sets off in his gut. Oh no, did the poor guy wander off and get sucked into the bog? “Hey, Yoongi. Where’s Jungkook?”

“Hmm? Oh. He walked off over there, somewhere.” Yoongi’s hand waves off in the direction of Jungkook’s travel, and then he goes right back to sitting in his thoughts, muttering to himself. 

Jimin jogs off in search of the man of few words. It was crazy to think that just a bit ago, Jimin was about to fight him and now he’s worried for his safety. The labyrinth works in strange ways like that - you can meet someone and suddenly they become your lifelong best friend. Jimin continued along the waterline, carefully tip-toeing over tree roots and making sure not to step too close to the water’s edge. The bog still reeked of death, and there was no getting used to the smell. He pushed through low lying branches and bushes, hoping the big lug would show himself at any moment. “Jungkook? Where are you?” He waited for a response. Nothing. His shoulders slumped. If he went too far, would he be able to find his way back to Yoongi? He looked back nervously the way he came. Resolve took hold in his gut. No, it didn’t matter. He was going to find Jungkook, and then they could look for Yoongi together. He nodded and pushed onward. 

The sound of Jungkook’s laughter breaks through the symphony of the swamp. Jimin sighs in relief and starts off in its direction. “Jungkook! Hey! Where are you? Answer me!” The laughter gets louder and Jimin breaks into a run, and after pushing through some thick underbrush, he stumbles into a little beach of sorts on the bog. Jungkook turns and stares at him in surprise.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah! Why didn’t you answer me? I kept calling your name. We were looking for you. You can’t just run off like that.” Jimin huffs in annoyance, brushing sticks out of his silver hair. He stops and looks around. There’s not a soul to be seen. “Who were you laughing with, Jungkook?”

Jungkook points to the boulders on the shoreline. “Rocks!”

“You… were laughing at the… rocks?” 

Jungkook nods and smiles. “With the rocks,” he corrects.

“...Right. Okay. Well. Um, we should probably get back to Yoongi. We’re trying to figure out how to get across this place to the other side. Say goodbye to the rocks.”

Jungkook waves enthusiastically to the rocks, then follows Jimin back to Yoongi, who from the looks of things has decided to give up from the way he sits dejectedly on his rump with his nose pinched. “It’s hopeless,” he declares. “There’s no way to get across this place. Might as well just… wallow.”

“What? No! I refuse to wallow.” Jimin puts his hands on his hips and surveys the surroundings. “What if… What if we used something to cross, like… a tree branch or something.” 

“And how are you going to cut down some branches? Do you have an axe on you?” Yoongi sasses.

“Well, no. But… I’m sure there’s some fallen branches somewhere.”

“Already checked.”

“Ugh!” Jimin plops down next to Yoongi. “This is awful.”

“Yep.”

“If I hug you again, would we leave this place?” Jimin starts to wrap his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.

“Please, don’t touch me,” he flinches but doesn’t push Jimin off him when he goes in for a one armed hug.

“Well, it was worth a try,” Jimin sighed, and looked back out to the bog. He narrowed his eyes. Something was different. He heard Jungkook giggling again with some large stones and rocks and then it hit him. Those rocks weren’t there before! “Hey, Jungkook!”

The shaggy haired man turned around.

“Where did those rocks come from?”

Jungkook pointed at the boggy water. “From the swamp!”

Jimin and Yoongi looked at each other. “Jungkook,” Jimin continued, “did you pull them out of the swamp?”

“No! Rocks come when I call for them.” 

Yoongi grabs Jimin’s shoulder. “We could use them as stepping stones across the swamp! Hey! Jungkookie, could you ask the rocks to make a path for us across the swamp? We want to get the bridge over there.”

Jungkook puts his hand over his brow and squints at the bridge, then turns around and flashes them a big smile. “Of course! The rocks are my friends!” He then whistles a short little tune and suddenly the rocks begin to rumble and roll towards the water. Jimin jumps to his feet in wonderment as rocks and boulders from all directions roll and tumble over the landscape and into the marsh. Some bubble up from the murky depths below. Soon enough there is a neat little path that leads from one side to the other. The trio quickly makes their way across the stones, and once on the other side they rush towards the bridge.

“Come on, it’s just over this bridge and then we’re out of here,” Yoongi shouts. 

The sound of a sword being unsheathed slices through the air. “Halt,” a deep voice bellows. 

They skid to a halt.

“Not so fast,” the stranger declares as he steps into view. 

“Who are you?” Jimin blurts out before he can think twice.

“Who am I? You don’t know of the great, the brave, the fashionable Sir Taehyung?” The stranger, Sir Taehyung is just as confused as they are. He sheathed his sword. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of me.” He pouts adorably, looking less like a knight and more like a kid who’s just been told fairytales aren’t real. Jimin takes him in - Taehyung is dressed smartly in a tan, billowy shirt tucked into black slacks, which in turn are tucked into worn leather boots. Around his waist his scabbard hangs, bejeweled in scarlet rubies and navy sapphires. His thick dark hair is styled longer in the back than in the front, and is curled and waved in a way that looks dashing. Atop his head is a hat that is punctuated with a long, thin, ruby red tail of a bird. He looks every part of the knight in shining armor except… he doesn’t have the armor. 

“I’m very sorry, Sir Taehyung,” Jimin steps forward. “But I’m new here. My name is Jimin, and this is Yoong and Jungkook. I was led here by the Goblin Queen, and she sent us to this dreadful place. We just want to get out.”

Sir Taehyung nods. “Hmm, a very sad story. Still. I can’t let you cross. It’s my duty to protect this bridge. None shall cross without my permission.”

Jimin pauses for a moment, then decides to test his luck. “Well then. May we have your permission?”

Sir Taehyung opens his mouth. Then closes it. He furrows his brow deep in thought. “Well. I suppose. No one has ever asked before. But well, why not?” He smiles wide, a large box-like grin and gestures for the trio to pass. “You may cross the bridge!” 

“Thank you!” Jimin smiles. Jungkook and Yoongi head over first, but Jimin stops halfway across. It felt wrong to leave the knight there all alone. Something in his heart decided he should invite him along for the journey. “Hey, Sir Taehyung. Why don’t you come with us?”

Taehyung blinked in surprise. “Me? But… I… the bridge?”

“We’re going on a quest to defeat the labyrinth and Goblin Queen. We could surely use your skills along the way?” Yoongi and Jungkook crossed back and stood with Jimin now, nodding encouragingly at the knight.

He blushed a little, “Well, I suppose I could help. Knights should always help those in need, after all.” He looked around at the bog, the bridge, the place he had protected for as long as he could remember. No one had ever come by until today. Perhaps it would be years before someone would again. He nodded. “Right, well. I shall join your company, and help you defeat this evil Goblin Queen. Or I shall die trying.” He bowed respectfully, tipping his hat off in the process. He grabbed it off the ground and stood back up. “Ahem. Well. Lead the way, Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook.”

Jungkook smiled, “New friend!”

Sir Taehyung’s lip quirked into a shy smile. “Yes, I suppose I am.”

“Yoongi.”

Your sultry voice in his ear sends a shiver down his spine. He hates it. Hates how badly you affect him. Jimin, Jungkook, and Sir Taehyung are up ahead, taking a rest and chatting while Yoongi was supposed to be taking a bathroom break in the dense woods. Then you showed up. 

“What do you want?” He spits out, trying to sound gruff. It’s cute how tough he’s trying to be.

Choosing to ignore his attitude for the moment, you continue. “I want you to give our Jimin a little something from me.”

Yoongi crosses his arms and turns his head. He looks so much like a petulant child that you almost bark out a laugh. You manage a cough at the last moment. “Ahem. Come on, Yoongi baby, don’t be like this.”

His eyes glance over at you for a second, before he turns away again. “No. Why don’t you do it yourself.” 

You click your tongue. “Stop being a little brat. You know I can’t give him anything in person. That ruins the fun.” When he doesn’t budge you let out a sigh. “Are you jealous?”

Yoongi takes the bait. “...No.” 

You raise your eyebrow. 

Your silence makes him sweat. He breaks. “I just don’t understand why you need more.”

“There it is.”

“You’ve already got me. And…Seokjin. Namjoon. Why him? He’s just a dramatic brat.”

You crack a smile at that. “Oh? I would say it takes one to know one.” 

Yoongi whines. “Exactly! So why do you need another one?”

“Because,” you saunter forward and tap his nose, “I quite like the idea of punishing two little brats. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?” 

“...I guess. But why do I have to do it? Why can’t I just stay in the castle with you?”

“Awww, is someone jealous? Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you touched yourself without permission last week. I told you I’d have to punish you.” His expression sours at having been put in place. “Now, give him this.” You pull a soft, delectable peach from thin air. Yoongi snatches it and tucks it away in his vest.

“Is it poisoned?” He tries to ask without sounding too excited.

“Oh god, no. I just wanted to give him a little boost. I was quite impressed with his show of strength against Jungkook, and with how quickly he was able to get out of the bog.” You sigh wistfully as your eyes drool over Jungkook’s body. “I do wish the little sweet wasn’t so terrified of me.” 

“I don’t think he’d survive you,” Yoongi sniffs.

“I think it’s the other way around, darling.” Yoongi pulls a face. You turn to vanish back to the castle. “Don’t forget to give that to him, baby. If you do well, I’ll consider your punishment over.” The tinkle of your giggles rings in the air long after you’re gone, teasing Yoongi and making him huff.

“Fine. I guess I will.” He fights the curl of his lips that threaten to smile as he turns and joins up the rest of the party.

The hot sun beats overhead. How many hours has it been since entering? Does time even exist here? Jimin lets his body collapse, first onto his knees and then back on his rear. He kicks his feet out. 

“I’m just so tired!” He whines.

Yoongi rolls eyes and mutters something about a drama queen, but it goes undetected by Jimin. He takes a seat on a nearby rock and begins to fiddle with his rings, smiling softly at them. “You know,” he muses, fingering the delicate silverwork of his new favorite, “you could just, I don’t know. Stop whining so much. No one’s made it this far into the labyrinth before. Consider yourself lucky you’re not dead.” 

Jimin furrows his brow. “I’ve been walking for ages, and I’m so hungry that I’m sure I’ll die of starvation at this point. Not that you care.” He pauses, a thought runs across his face and he sits up, eyes now narrowed in suspicion. “Yoongi.”

The tone of his voice makes the troll pause and slowly turn his head towards Jimin. 

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you hungry? Do trolls not eat?”

“Uh. Um. Well, we do, but-”

“So then, what. Have you been snacking without me? What the hell?”

“No! I haven’t-”

“What’s in all those pockets anyway? No one wears a stupid vest like that unless they’ve got snacks in their pockets. Share. Now.”

Yoongi crosses his arms protectively over his chest and vest as Jimin stalks toward him, a murderous hangry glint in his eyes. “Wait! No!” He protests but Jimin is already patting him down, feeling for anything - a cracker, a crumb, something. Soon enough, he finds it. The round globe of a peach that Yoongi had been hiding from him. 

“What is this?” Jimin fumes. 

“You don’t want to eat it.” Yoongi gulps. 

“Like hell I don’t! I’m starving.” His hand dives in for the peach but Yoongi grabs his wrist with surprising force. “What are you doing? At least you could share it!”

Yoongi chews on his lip, and then meets Jimin’s eyes. “Are you sure you want to eat this peach?”

Jimin screws up his face in disbelief. “Uhhh? What the hell? Yes! I’m hungry!”

Yoongi sighs, heavy and full of burden. It’s no ordinary peach, but of course he can’t say that. The Queen would have his head. He grimaces as he pulls the fruit from his vest pocket. It’s a beautiful specimen - perfectly ripe, a gorgeous hue of orange and coral, and the sweet smell of its juicy innards perfume the air. It’s mouthwatering and enticing - just as the Queen intended.

Jimin snatches it from Yoongi’s outstretched hand. “How could you hold out on me like this?!”

But Yoongi stays silent, watching him devour the fruit with a strange twinge of some unfamiliar emotion in his gut. For a brief moment he wonders what this means. Could he have started to care for this poor, wayward soul? A loud thud breaks him out of his thoughts. The remains of the peach rolls along the ground, stopping against his boot. Yoongi grunts down at it, then shrugs, and the feelings he wondered about disappeared as quickly as they came. 

“What happened to Jimin!” Sir Taehyung rushes over and begins to check the pulse against Jimin’s limp wrist. 

“He’s fine. Sleeping. Just ate a bewitched peach. It will wear off in a little while. For now I suggest we all just relax and wait for him to wake up.” Yoongi adjusts himself into a suitable position for a snooze. His fingers hypnotically stroke his rings until he’s snoring peacefully. Taehyung and Jungkook decide to follow suit, and soon, they begin to doze in the afternoon sun.

Jimin gasps, suddenly transplanted into an unfamiliar place. He blinks his eyes. The air around him is hazy, and his mind feels fuzzy. It feels like a dream, but he knows he isn’t dreaming. Right? The haze pulls back and his body is revealed in a full length mirror that wraps around him on all four sides. What he sees reflected back confuses him - it’s him, but not how he remembers himself. He steps closer to the mirror. The crisp sound of dress shoes clack across the hardwood floor. He stops and examines himself. His silver hair is swept effortlessly back off his face, his eyes are smoked out in soft hues of brown, and one rhinestone is placed delicately under each eye. His full lips are soft pink, a light sheen of tint on them. He lifts his hands and marvels at his clothing. All white. His shirt is almost sheer, the gauzy fabric is cool and soft over his skin, and is tucked neatly into white slacks that fit tightly to his legs.

A laugh breaks his concentration, and he whips his head around, the silver pendant earrings dangling from the quickness of his movement. The mirrored walls are now gone and he finds himself in the middle of a lively ballroom. Men and women and other creatures wear masks that hide their faces, but they don’t seem to be bothered by his sudden appearance. Some dance. Some drink champagne. Some hang on the bodies of others, their hands groping in obvious debauchery. The whole scene is dizzying and intoxicating. Chandeliers and jewels sparkle overhead. Tables laden with food and drink invite him to imbibe. Jimin steps forward into the ballroom and is folded into the mix of bodies and merriment. He goes to grasp a crystal champagne flute, but stops short. Warmth runs down his spine like liquid gold, as if painted on his skin with a lover’s caress. He shivers, eyes fluttering for the briefest of moments, and then he turns to see you, the Goblin Queen.

You’re surrounded by party-goers but all of your attention is on him. Jimin swallows under your intense gaze. Dressed in all black, your costume for the evening amplifies your power which radiates off of you in waves. You stand from your place of honor and Jimin swears the whole party seems to fade away. You smirk and tilt your head, and then lift a finger to beckon him closer. He takes one step, two, and then crashes into the shoulder of someone dancing, knocking him off course. When he regains his footing, he’s lost you in the crowd again. With annoyance he pushes on. Can’t these people see that you’ve called for him? He weaves between dancing bodies. His patience grows thin. Why? He doesn’t know. Jimin feels he must get to you anyway he can, but try as he might he just can’t find you. He slumps and exhales to blow off steam. Where are you?

“Caught you, pretty.” A melodious voice rings lowly in his ear. Yours. He tries to turn around but your fingers wrap around his hip. “Ah, ah. You’ll stay put. Let me admire you.” 

He chews on his plush bottom lip as your hand drops away from his body, and you pull back to gaze at the glorious view his back holds. A smile curls your lips up and you slink around to his front, taking slow steps to allow your eyes to drink him in. Jimin squirms. He’s not in control, but he’s quickly finding out he doesn’t hate this. By the time you round his front, he’s itching to hear your thoughts. Did you like what you saw? Was he good enough for you? He’d be anything you wanted him to be. He can’t help but let his eyes wander down your body, appreciating the way your dress hugs your body. The dips and valleys he wants to sink his fingers into. His fingers curl into fists at his side. 

You giggle, and it sounds like twinkling diamonds in his ears. Your index finger catches under his chin, and you lift his gaze up to meet yours. “I can tell you’re dying to touch me, Jimin.” He gulps. “Why don’t you dance with me, then?” He nods obediently and steps forward to pull your waist against him. His hand splays across your lower back and you feel his fingers press into the curve of your spine. Your chest pushes against his as he takes a step and leads you into a waltz. He’s beautiful up close. Perfection. You smile at your luck in luring him into your labyrinth. But he wasn’t yours yet. He still needed to find you in your castle. 

“Jimin.” His name sighs past your lips. “Do you know who I am?”

He nods. “I do.” He voices his thready reply.

“Say it.”

“You’re the Goblin Queen.”

You grin. “So smart.” He twirls you into his arms as he preens. “Now indulge me,” you resume as the steps pick back up, “do you wish to see me in private? Without all these eyes around?” Your smirk insinuates the pleasures you could show him.

Jimin feels entranced. “Yes,” he answers without thinking. 

The music stops but you don’t pull away. You cup his cheek and bring your face closer to his, and you can feel the warm puff of his breath as it escapes his lips with a shudder. “Then come find me,” you whisper against his lips. You pull back, and begin to walk backwards. “Wake up, and come to me, Jimin. I’m waiting.”

Jimin frowns. “Wake up?” 

The sound of glass cracking pierces the moment, and with a jump he looks around. The party around him begins to break apart like shards of mirror, distorting the once beautiful party into a horrific sight. “No!” He cries. “Wait! How will I find you?” But you are nowhere to be found. He tries to run, but can’t move forward. And then he feels himself slipping, slipping, until everything goes black.

“Do you think the poor lad will wake up,” Sir Taehyung muses, cleaning his monocle against his fine silk shirt. 

Yoongi grunts in his sleep, not bothering to open his eyes. “S’fine. She said it wouldn’t kill him, anyhow.” He readjusts and yawns. “Let’s just enjoy the peace and quiet while we-”

“Look!” Jungkook points towards Jimin, who now begins to twitch to life. 

“So much for a long nap,” Yoongi grumbles, as Jungkook and Sir Taehyung rush to Jimin’s side. They attempt to help him up, but Jimin shoots up with a gasp and exclaims, “I must get to the castle!”

Sir Taehyung and Jungkook blink at each other. “Are you,” Sir Taehyung starts, and then shakes his head, “you do realize the Goblin Queen just tried to poison you? Are you sure?”

Jungkook looks worried and shakes his head.

“I don’t care what you think, I have to get there. As fast as I can!” He scrambles to stand up but his legs aren’t working yet and he crashes into Jungkook, who easily steadies his body and holds him upright. Jimin struggles in his grip.

“Jimin, I really don’t think it’s a good idea-” Sir Taehyung starts.

“-Let him go.”

They all turn to look at Yoongi, who speaks with such resignation that it renders them silent. Jungkook blinks his wide eyes a few times as if to process what his friend just said, but soon his hands fall from Jimin’s shoulders. Jimin rubs at the skin tenderly, his eyebrows furrowing and lips pouting at the strength of Jungkook’s grip. Yoongi hops down from his perch on the rock, all eyes on him as he silently makes off down the path. He stops for a moment and calls out, not bothering to turn around, “Are you going to follow me, or what?” then continues down the path. Jungkook and Sir Taehyung exchange bewildered glances, but Jimin nearly trips over his own feet as he goes to follow Yoongi. He’s practically skipping circles around Yoongi as they walk off down the path. Jungkook sighs and shakes his head. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m worried about him, too,” Sir Taehyung admits. His hand grips Jungkook’s bare shoulder in comfort. “But, what can we do? He’s made up his mind. Let’s just see that he gets to the castle safely, alright?”

Jungkook nods solemnly. “Yeah,” his voice is quiet, but clear. “I’m just afraid we’ll be meeting the Queen, too, if we get too close.” He chews on his lip, a worried habit of his. “I’ve never met her before, Tae. What if she tries to...” his eyes dart around and then he lowers his voice, “...curse us?”

Sir Taehyung shrugs as his eyes focus on Yoongi’s retreating back. “I’ve never met her before, either. But Yoongi told me that the Queen is someone you’d wish you’d never meet, because after you do, your mind and body are never right again unless she makes it so.” He shivers. “I didn’t have the heart to ask him what he meant after that, he looked so tormented.” 

“Ah, that sounds so scary!”

Sir Taehyung stares at the path towards the castle. “Yes, it does. I think one of these days I will have to go to the castle and deal with the Queen myself. I am, afterall, a knight!” He squares his shoulders and valiantly marches off. Jungkook watches in awe as his friend in figurative shining armor walks bravely towards the castle. He nods resolutely and scrambles to catch up.

The walk to the castle isn’t as long as Jimin thought it would be. Once they cleared the thick maze of woods, the path opened up to a clearing that revealed the castle in all its splendor. The company all stopped and looked on in awe. Towers of crystal and white stone gleamed in the sun. The grounds that surrounded the castle were beautifully landscaped. There were flowers of every type and color imaginable, perfectly frozen in full bloom by what Jimin guessed had to be by the power of your magic. There were no guards. No gates that kept people out. Only an open invitation inside. The thought made his heart race. He wanted to run the rest of the way and into the castle, but Yoongi spoke before his legs could move.

“Well. This is where we say goodbye.” Yoongi turned toward Jimin and held his hand out, Jimin’s rings glittering on his fingers. 

Jimin smiled at his outstretched hand. “You speak as if we’ll never see each other again. But we know that’s not the case, right?” He takes Yoongi’s hand and shakes it.

“Hmph. You’ve grown to be pretty full of yourself in a short amount of time. What makes you think I want to see you again?” The smile on Yoongi’s face betrays his brusque words.

Jimin shakes his head and turns toward Sir Taehyung. “Thank you, for all your help Sir Taehyung. If not for your bravery and kindness, I would have probably killed Yoongi long ago-” 

“-Why you little-”

“-I hope we can see each other soon,” Jimin continues, despite Yoongi’s grumbles. 

Sir Taehyung balks. “But, shouldn’t we go inside with you?”

Jimin shakes his head. “No, I need to… Want to face her alone.”

“But why?”

Jimin smiles. “Because… that’s the way I like to do things.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Alright,” Sir Taehyung agrees, “if that’s the way you want to do it, then that’s the way it must be done. But should you need us…”

“Yes, should you need us...,” Jungkook steps forward.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin smirks. “I won’t need you. But should things get exhausting, I suppose I could call.”

Sir Taehyung and Jungkook exchange bewildered expressions. “Right,” Yoongi waves his hands and pushes Jimin at the back. “Get a move on lover boy. The Queen is waiting for you, and she doesn’t like it when her guests are late.”

The inside of the castle is dark, despite the sun shining only moments before he stepped through the cool walls. Jimin’s eyes strain to adjust to the dim light, scanning the room. He can’t say he’s ever been inside a castle before, but it’s just what he would have pictured. Giant, orante rooms filled with large furniture and decadent furnishings, everything gold and shining and ethereal. 

He isn’t sure where to go, but that doesn’t stop him. His feet lead him on the path that feels right, a pull of an invisible thread. As he climbs a set of stairs, he rounds a corner before he's in front of a heavyweight door, embellished with gold, red, and black swirling designs. His gut told him you would be waiting behind it, and his hand raises in anticipation of a knock.

Instead, it swings open, beckoning him inside. This room wasn’t any brighter than the others, however a copious amount of pillar candles have been lit, edging around the base of the room. 

And in the center is you.

Adorning your true self to greet your guest, you had spared no expense in preparing for Jimin’s arrival. Plush lips were painted blood red, eyes lined with dark kohl, your body draped in midnight silk. You were a vision, and you knew it. 

Blinking, he squints, heart racing. “Are… are you.. Her?”

Instead of a response, he feels the air change, an electricity licking up his spine. Every nerve from his head to the tips of his toes lights up as you saunter closer, his vision clearing just as you step before him.

He sucks air between his teeth. You’re beautiful.

Beautiful and powerful and terrifying, all at once, and Jimin feels like his heart will beat out of his chest.

“I am the Goblin Queen, yes,” you purr, stepping into his inseam. A single manicured finger reaches out to trace the bottom of his pout, the nail leaving a reddened path to his mouth. “You have seen me before, in many forms - but not my true one.”

The fox. He hadn’t thought about the shining silver creature in what seems like days, but at your words it all came rushing back, how he got here, what the little vixen had stolen from him…

His briefcase. 

As if his thought summoned it out of thin air, he notes it off to the side of the room, resting safely on top of an ornate desk to your right. It was in pristine condition, not a single scratch on the leather, but he couldn’t seem to focus on that. His attention kept being drawn back to you. 

Jimin forces his gaze away from your sparkling irises, instead roaming over your body in a full assessment. Stunning, he thinks, the way your black skin tight silk dress hugs every line of your form, the way you’re soft in all the right places, skin luminous. He feels like a moth drawn to flame, a helpless creature finally falling into your trap, right where you want him. 

A small voice in the back of his mind told him that he should be scared; should be nervous as to what it means that he was in your clutches, after surviving the trials you had forced him into. Yoongi and the others had told him just how dangerous you were, all the wicked things you had done. His guard should be up - he should be looking for a way to grab the briefcase, escape, be ready to battle - but instead he just felt the blood rushing to his groin at the way you were looking at him like he was your next meal.

“What do you think?” 

Blinking, it takes Jimin a moment to realize you’ve asked a question. “I think… I think you’re amazing,” he breathes, earning him a small smile. 

“I’m so glad you think so, sweet boy.” Your breath was warm on his cheek, and Jimin felt drunk on your voice alone. “I did this all for you, you know.”

When he didn’t answer, seemingly too awestruck, you continue. “Stealing your briefcase. Bringing you here, the trials, the friends you made along the way - coming to me now. It was all for you Jimin, all by design.” 

Draping your arms around his shoulders, you remain still for a moment before dragging your hands down his body until they were laced on top of his own. You place them around your waist, squeezing once to make sure he maintains the hold before going back to encircle his neck. 

Leaning closer, your lips ghost the shell of his ear. “So tell me again… do you like it?”

Jimin gulps, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. His lungs feel like they’re going to burst, his eyes rolling back before closing. He didn’t know what was happening, what you want from him, but he knew he didn’t want to stop.

“Y-yes, I like it....” He stumbles, trying to find the right word. “Your Majesty?”

Your answering giggle sounded like the tinkling of bells, and Jimin wonders if he’s ever heard a laugh sound that pretty before.

“You can call me that,” you murmur, returning to your feet to stare into his warm gaze. “Or, if you’re really good, you can call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he tries, the name feeling odd on his tongue yet making sense once said aloud. It fit you somehow, this otherworldly being, this goddess queen who had brought him here…

His brow furrows, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Why had you brought him here? He was no one, nothing special, just a stupid man who made an arrogant wish in a moment of weakness. He wasn’t worth all of this trouble. So why?

As if you can read his mind, you grasp his jaw gently in your palm, forcing his eyes back on your own. “What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours, hmm?”

“I just - I’m trying to make sense of it all,” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Why someone like you would bring me here? Would want me?” 

Cupping his face, you cluck your tongue, shaking your head. “Of course I would want you, don’t think such dreadful things about yourself. I won’t have it.”

Jimin nods and you give him a smile, thumb still tracing over the delicate bone in his cheek. “I wanted you for the same reason I want anything - because I’m a collector of pretty things,” you tap his nose playfully, before moving to caress his plush pout. 

“And you, my dear Jimin, are very pretty.”

Taking a step back, you let your hand fall to his chest, moving to walk around him in a slow circle, a predator assessing her prey. “You’re pretty, and brave, and strong. Kind. The others took to you so quickly. Yoongi was so protective, so jealous - after a mere day.  You’re a good man, with a good heart. Passed all the trials with ease.”

Arriving back in front of him, you follow the line of his collarbone to his shoulders, kneading the muscle there before pressing your chest against his own. “I want to spoil you, make you feel good. Don’t you think you deserve a reward for all your hard work?”

Jimin shivers, your statements sinking deep into his mind. It didn’t make sense; how he had come here to defeat you, to demand to go home, and now… now all he can think about is pleasing you. Intoxicating, that’s what you are - with words dripping with honey and hands that can’t seem to stop touching him - and the idea of you continuing to do so makes him ache with need. 

“Yes,” he croaks, voice thick. “I want that.”

An exquisite, almost sinister smirk tugs the edge of your lips. “Good boy.”

He’s being guided further into your chambers before he can speak another word, stumbling over his own feet until the backs of his legs hit something soft, yet firm. 

The edge of the bed. 

A gentle push has him plopping down, his body boneless as he watches you in wonderment, your every move captivating him completely. He stares hungrily as you let your hands explore his abdomen, one leg raising to hitch over his hip.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” 

“Y-yes. Yes please,” 

And then you’re in his lap, and his senses are in overload as he breathes you in, feels your warmth through the confines of his clothes. You haven’t even kissed him, yet Jimin feels arousal pooling low in his gut at how you feel on top of him. He wants to kiss you, wants to dig his fingers into the flesh on your hips, but instead he stays still, waiting for your next move.

“First things first, let’s get rid of this,” you breathe, yanking the cotton shirt over his head and tossing it behind you. 

Bare before you, you lick your lips at the sight of his golden chest, his toned stomach. Manicured nails rake through his silvered hair, lulling his eyes close as you lean forward, nose lightly grazing his own. In this moment, Jimin can’t think of anything else - what got him here, what he’s gone through - only you, only how much he wants to feel your lips on his own. 

And then the space between you is gone - your mouth eager, sliding his bottom lip between your teeth as your tongue seeks its mate. He reciprocates with a groan, frozen hands now free and grasping at your waist in his desire to taste you, to feel you deeper. You smile against his mouth at his boldness, drinking in the way the lust builds in the air between you, fueling your fervor. 

You allow him to continue the passionate kiss for several moments, enjoying the sweetness of his tongue in your mouth before pulling away, chest heaving. 

Jimin tries to chase your lips, making you giggle as you refrain from giving in. Instead you click your tongue, chastising him. “Ah ha, behave yourself,” you croon, watching as his gaze darkens. “I’m supposed to be giving you a treat, remember?”

“But kissing you is a treat, please-”

“Oh, listen to that. What good manners.” You twist back, reaching for something beside the bed that Jimin can’t see. “I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.” 

Righting yourself, he sees what you’ve grabbed - a long, midnight black silk ribbon, the matching companion to your dress, about the width of his hand. You drag the material against his exposed skin, delighting in the shiver it sends down his spine. 

“But first, I’m going to tie your hands. You touch me when I say you can.” It’s a demand, not a request, but you pause, giving him a chance to speak up. When he nods, you reward him with a wide smile, arranging his arms around his back.

It’s torture, feeling you pressed up against him while you bind him, your hands working deftly despite not being able to have a good view around his body. He feels the tickle of the excess fabric as you finish it off into a bow, arms flexing to test the strength of the bind - which was more secure than he expected. 

“There,” you sigh, arranging yourself back on his lap. “You look like a pretty present, all tied up for me like this.” 

Jimin gulps visibly, his pants becoming impossibly tight against his growing length. He could feel the desperation to have you build, your tease slowly becoming torture. 

“Yes, all for you, Y/N… your majesty.” 

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you rock your hips forward, moaning when you feel his hardness beneath you. Jimin whines, pelvis raising in attempts to recreate the pressure. 

“Please, please touch me… I’m being so good…” he’s babbling, but he can’t make himself care, almost delirious in his need. “Right?”

“You are,” you murmur, writhing against his bulge once more. “So good, Jiminie.”

This time when you meet his lips, you take your time, pressing chaste closed mouth kisses over every inch of his mouth before taking it deeper, your tongue taking it’s time to savor his taste. The passion from before was still there, just more tempered, lips moving languidly as if you had all the time in the world to explore him. 

A gentle shove is all it takes to have Jimin falling onto his back, wincing at the weight on his trapped wrists. Nipping at his lip, you pull the flesh between your teeth before trailing down his form, pausing to nuzzle at his neck. 

He’s panting as you lick and suck blossoms on the base of his throat, hips rising to undulate against you. You allow it, enjoying his blatant wanton desire for you, the way it makes your panties cling to your center. Having the beautiful man pliant under your fingertips made you flush, dominance coursing through your veins, re-energizing your soul.

Sliding down, you continue your path, pausing to admire and lavish his abdomen with affection, arousal building at each noise he rewarded you with. Jimin certainly wasn’t afraid to be vocal, and it was something you didn’t know you were missing; something you certainly never got much of with Yoongi. It was delicious,to have him moan and whine your name, and you couldn’t wait to take him in your mouth to see what pretty music he’d make for you then.

Sharpened nails play with the elastic at his waist, a deft hand unbuttoning his slacks to begin to drag them down his legs. Hunger burned in your throat at the thought of seeing him naked, tied and splayed before you, at your mercy willingly. But it’s as you are slipping his briefs down his form that Jimin raises his head to look at you, eyebrows pinched.

“Is there something wrong, sweet boy?”

He gulps, as if he’s been drowning and has finally breached the surface for air. “No no, nothing’s wrong.. It’s just… I don’t,”

Hushing him, you rub soothing circles on his bare thighs. “It’s okay, love. We have all the time in the world, there’s no rush, no pressure. We can stop at any time-”

“No! I don’t want to stop!” his eyes are wide, earnest. “It’s just, I was thinking… and what happens after? After all this?” 

His voice is so genuine, sincerity in every word, and it takes you a moment to stop from giggling at how serious he looks while half naked and tied up on your bed. 

Instead you give a reassuring smile, rising up to meet his eyes. “Whatever you want, Jiminie. You aren’t a prisoner. You made it through the labyrinth, beat all the challenges laid before you. When we’re finished, I can return you home - right back into bed, if you so wish.” 

“And what if,” he pauses, breaking your gaze and looking down. “What if I don’t want to leave?”

The question surprises you, but in a thrilling way that has your heart racing. You had never thought he’d want to stay, amongst you and the others, become yours for eternity. But it was an appetizing thought.

“Then don’t.” 

Gliding back down over his lap, you rip the remaining fabric blocking him from your vision, his cock throbbing and glistening at it’s reddened tip. Tracing a finger up his length, you collect some of his arousal from his leaking tip, before bringing it up to your lips. 

Locking eyes, you send the silent command for him to not look away before popping the digit into your mouth, humming lowly at the taste. 

Jimin’s answering groan is almost feral, pupils lust blown and pleading. 

“Shall I continue?”

He nods frantically, babbles of “yes” and “please” still echoing around the room as you return to his length, stroking it softly, pressing your lips gently at the junction of his hip.

The slow pace gave you a chance to fully admire him like this; flushed, tied up, painfully hard under your touch. His cock was every bit as pretty as he was - not too long but wonderfully thick, with a slight curve up towards his belly. 

“You’re so beautiful, Jiminie,” you murmur between kisses, tongue flicking out to swirl at his tip. “Beautiful and delicious.”

It’s then that you sink him deeper on to the bed of your tongue, encircling your lips around him. Slowly you drag up and down, lowering a bit more on his length at each pass until you’ve swallowed him completely, moaning. 

“Oh god,” he whines, his pelvis rising to thrust against you. “You feel so good, Y/N.”

His words spur you on and you kick up the pace, bobbing on him until he’s squirming against the bed, lost to his pleasure. Seeing him in this state fuels your arousal, the wetness between your legs now accompanied with a throbbing need to be filled. You want nothing more than to straddle his waist and slip him inside of you, feel him fully - but not yet. You want to savor him for just a bit longer.

A free hand comes to cup his balls as you work him over with your mouth, squeezing them slightly, and he cries out your name. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”

Smirking, you pull him out of your mouth with a lewd pop. “What if that’s what I want?” your hand comes to replace your lips, gliding up and down his salvia slickened length. “What if I want you to lose control?”

“Fuck,” he keens, tossing his head back on the bed. He wants so badly to reach out for you, to feel you, to make you moan out his name. He could return the favor, have you come undone on his tongue, his fingers. If he closes his eyes, he can almost taste you, imagine how tightly you’d squeeze him as he worked you open.

He wants it, desperately.

“Please, I want to touch you too, want to make you feel good,” he meets your eyes, unshed pleas in his gaze. “You can come sit on my face if you don’t want to untie me. Or let me finish inside you, whatever you want. Please, Your Majesty,”

“You beg so prettily too, Jiminie,” cooing, you languidly lick up his shaft, considering his words. 

You did like the idea of lowering yourself over his mouth, leaving him only with his tongue and lips to bring you to the brink, hands still trapped behind his back. Letting him get you off, but still having the control, having the power. But ultimately, you were too impatient for drawn out foreplay. You needed to have him inside of you, and you needed it now.

Instead of answering, you give his cock one last peck before maneuvering up on the bed, kneeling before him. You tease the straps of your negligee, letting them fall around your shoulders before pulling it down over your breasts, your hips. 

Jimin gasps in awe, wishing for the millionth time that his hands weren’t bound. “I can’t believe you're real,” he whispers, licking his lips. “You’re gorgeous.” 

For some reason, his candor has you blushing, his words striking something deep within your chest. You try to shrug it off, paint a salacious grin on your lips, but you feel your legs shaking as you swing to straddle his hips. 

Leaning down, you hover over his mouth for a moment. 

“Thank you.”

And then your lips are intertwined, pelvis rocking against his, soaked panties the only barrier stopping him from slipping inside of you. A flick of the wrist has them discarded, and the warmth of your center directly on his dick has Jimin groaning into your mouth.

Raising your hips, you line yourself up with his tip before plunging down, crying out at the sudden fullness of him deep inside you. For a moment, neither of you move, measuring your breaths to adjust to the pleasant burn. Looking down at him, a pang of fondness rings through your core, and you give him a small smile before you move again, this time with more speed.

Carnal hunger takes over as your hips gain momentum, sheathing him deep within your cunt over and over, head rolling back with a moan. Relentless, you place your hands on his chest for balance, clenching against him as you bounce on his lap, blistering heat building low in your belly. 

“You feel so good, Jiminie,” you sigh, eyes closing. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Y/N,” Jimin growls, voice low. “Untie my hands, please.”

His request goes through you, his words heard but not processed. Instead, you dig your nails into his chest, arch your back into him more.

Jimin sits up then, core strength lifting his torso off the bed and causing you to fall back against his thighs. His mouth is immediately on your breasts, sucking and toying with your hardened bud as you continue to ride him. 

“I said - untie me, please.”

Head dizzy with lust, your hands move automatically, reaching behind him to pull at the end of the black ribbon to release him. It’s only when his hands rise to grasp your waist, his pelvis thrusting up into yours at an alarming rate that you realize what you’ve done. 

“Jimin, oh god-”

Now that he’s free he cannot get enough of your flesh beneath his palms, hands roving and groping you all over - pulling at your thighs, your hips, your breasts. His pace never slows; burying himself within you so deep that he hits the spot inside that makes you see stars, hurtling you towards your end. It’s as if you’ve awoken a ravenous beast inside him, one that feeds on the pleasures of your body, and he won’t stop until he gets his fill and has you pulsing around him, cries of his name on your lips.

The band in your belly pulls taunt at his onslaught, orgasm teetering on the edge - and you sink your hands into his hair, yanking back at the base to expose his throat for you to descend your mouth onto. 

“So good, such a good boy - gonna make me cum,” 

Jimin growls, hands enclosing around your waist before pinning you down on your back, cock never leaving your cunt,  his sweat sheened form now towering above you.

“Yes, Y/N, give it to me. Let go for me,” he praises, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders, bending you in half. He begins plunging into you, long digits toying with your clit, rolling it between his thumb and finger. “Wanna feel you come undone.” 

Once his mouth returns to your nipple, biting it softly, you feel a snap in your gut, throwing you over the edge and full force into your high. You close your eyes against the euphoria, riding out the shockwaves hammering through your body as he continues his ministrations. It takes centuries for you to come down, for your breath to return, and when you open your eyes you see Jimin’s gaze black and lust blown, full bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“I c-can’t last,” he breathes, voice rushed. “Feels too good, you feel too-”

“Jiminie, cum for me. Fill your queen up,”

A pained cry tears free from his throat, staccato hips pressing into you once, twice before he’s releasing inside of you, fingers bruising on the meat of your thigh. Just like everything else about him, Jimin is pretty when he cums, face flushed and eyes squeezed tight, chest glistening and heaving.

He gives a final thrust, as if ensuring that his seed was deep in your core before collapsing on top of you with a heavy sigh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

A hand comes up to play with the hair at his nape as if it's the most natural thing in the world, soothing and melting him against you. You were always tender afterwards, always attentive to your pretty little play things, but there was something about Jimin that makes you feel a bit vulnerable as well.

Waiting until his breathing slows, you gently nudge him onto the bed, sliding out to head to the washroom and clean yourself up. When you return, you're dressed in a new flowing nightgown, this one a deep royal purple, a matching wash cloth in your hand.

Jimin barely even blinks while you clean him up and tuck him under the covers, only opening his eyes when you bring a glass to his lips.

"Will you stay with me?" his eyes are round, bright, and you begin to realize how much this beautiful brave man and his brazen sincerity has affected you.

"If you want me to." You shrug, swallowing a smile at his request. "Or you can just rest, and I can come back in the morning-"

"No!" his voice is loud, but there's no edge to it, only urgency. "Please - I want you to stay."

Climbing in beside him, you pull the man to your chest, petting him once more as he curls into you, his eyes returning closed. He's asleep in moments, and you spend most of the night watching him as he rests, tracing your hands over his broad shoulders, drinking in the way he looks in your bed. Memorizing his form so that when day breaks, you’ll have a way to remember him.

And as the sun starts to rise, the early light of dawn casting the room in a pink glow,  you can't help but to think how his last words were the one thing you wanted to request of him as well.

[milks-writings]

hi~ i really like your writing so i'd like to make a request. headcanons of bokuto, kuroo, and akaashi with a korean gf 👉👈😳. i don't know how much you know about the culture so i'll list a few things but if you need more just say so!! but you should def look into these a lil further. korea is pretty involved in the fashion scene. couples usually wear aesthetic matching outfits. we're also known for our music and dramas. for rlly formal stuff females wear a traditional dress called a hanbok.

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kōtarō Bokuto x Fem!Reader;   Tetsurō Kuroo x Fem!Reader;   Keiji Akaashi x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥: em bois with a korean gf 🥺

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: fluff uwu

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: I listen to k-pop so often eye- I am the biggest Mamamoo stan, I also love twice, red velvet and (G)I-DLE songs. And ehhh, Everglow and ITZY-- Tbh, some of BTS’ songs are also good soooo. But 2ne1 will be forever queens, change my mind

I also watch a lot K-Dramas! So if you got some good K-Dramas which I should watch, pls recommend 🥴✌🏻

Thank you really much anon for this super sweet request, I hope I didn’t do any mistakes, if I did, pls correct me, and I will correct it ❤🥰

I hope you like those Headcanons!

Each character has about 205 words

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Headcanons:

Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi with a Korean S/O:

Bokuto:

I AM 100% SURE HE FIRST WOULDN‘T NOTICE

He would be so blinded by love, he also wouldn’t notice your accent (if you have one)

BUT he would notice that you are not Japanese! So once you tell him that you are Korean his heart goes oasdjfdf

I have the feeling like he would listen to twice and his fave song is likey

So once he finds out that you are Korean he would ask you so many questions about everything

He really wants to know about the culture, after all his girlfriend is Korean

He would def try to learn Korean just for you, but uh, he would fail pretty much lol

So you two have to watch K-dramas with subtitles for him

He is so impressed whenever you talk on Korean like it’s the hardest thing!

He issa puppy uwu

If you are wearing a Hanbok he might cry cuz damn his gf is so pretty and he is so whipped for you :(

Would sometimes match clothes with you, and is also really impressed by how pretty your clothes are

He would go to twice concerts with you and would probably scream louder than you do cuz he is the bigger fangirl

Kuroo:

He knew already that you are Korean from your first and last name

But is still somehow surprised???

1000000% sure his fave song is Lion from (G)I-DLE

He already knows a few things from the culture and flexes with his knowledge so much omg

Sometimes he will tease you and say weird Korean phrases he learned??

K-boo much??

Probably

N E WAY

Is totally into K-Pop after you show him a few more songs

His fave band is probably stray kids idk why just accept it

If you don’t agree on going to a concert with him

He still takes you to one so uh just say straight up yes

Matching clothes isn’t really his topic doe

He loves your style though! It’s just not really his taste I guess?

But he likes K-dramas!

He doesn’t love them since they are a little cheesy sometimes but uh- Yeah

Learns a few easy phrases like “You look great” and “You are beautiful” etc. to make your heart flutter

He loves how you speak Korean, it's so different from how others speak Korean yk

You wearing a Hanbok would make his heart flutter so much cuz omg you look stunning and you are slaying it

Def does not take many pictures 👀👀

Akaashi:

This boy is a big Mamamoo stan, his fave song is “Wind flower”

He knows more than Kuroo does about the culture since he did much research and memorized everything you said about the culture

He always tries to match your clothes cuz he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever omg

He also loves K-dramas so much, he would just cry with you over a heartbreaking scene

Every time it rains he thinks that Kim Shin is sad thanks to Goblin wow

Learns a lot Korean and he is actually really good!

Impresses you once he suddenly started to talk Korean with you

He will go with you to and concert you like, he doesn’t actually care which group it is but pls to at least once to a Mamamoo concert with him

He will go with you shopping so you two can buy sweet clothes!

You in a hanbok? He loves it

Will tell you that you look stunning and he will def also wear maybe once a Hanbok! (yk for males lol)

Also, another side note, I have the feeling like Akaashi would buy you a few albums from yourfavoritee groups to your birthday since he memorized it all pretty well

[bizmuth101]

Non-Human Genitalia

Kinktober Day 20

Half-Dragon Kirishima Eijiro x Fem! Reader

Fantasy AU

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You let out a shaky breath, sword in hand as you stood at the mouth of the cave. You were a lesser known monster hunter, you took small jobs for commissions taking out smaller monsters like slimes and goblins. Never something like this. 

You had done some dungeon raids with friends, and some bigger hunts, but this was something way out of your league. You originally wanted to say no to the commission, but the reward was far too good to simply turn down. However when getting the details for this job you were growing more doubtful that you could manage. 

According to the people of a nearby town there had been sightings of a dragon in the woods and around the farms of the village. And your job was to take out the dragon. 

After finding tracks leading into the woods you’d somehow managed to find it’s lair. Your hands were shaking standing outside the cave, there were scorch marks on the rocks and what could’ve only been bone in places around the cave, what they were from you were far too afraid to find out. You could hear noises coming from deep inside the cave as you stepped hesitantly inside. 

The cave was cold, there were odd piles of things all over in the cave. Some treasures that sat at the front of the cave like some kind of offering, a large fire pit in the center, a pole with clothing and pillows in a nest shape close to one wall at the back, and what looked like torches spread around the walls. It looked less like a dragon’s lair and more like a small home. There were hand made shelves, badly made but handmade nonetheless, scattered with little things that resembled cups, large shells and oversized hollow acorns. 

While you busied yourself looking around you let your guard down, your sword hung loosely by your side as you looked at the odd trinkets and such around the room not sensing the presence of the male approaching you from behind. 

You reached out with one hand gently touching a large helmet on one of the shelves gasping when the shelf came loose and the shelves collapsed on each other. You let out a yell trying to stop the domino effect of damage you caused to the shelf when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You gasped and spun around your sword swinging up the point landing about an inch from the neck of a tall male. St first you thought nothing of the man until you noticed the odd features. His hands had sharp claw-like nails and red and crimson scales over his hands and under the corners of his eyes, up his arms and over his bare chest. He had horns on his head that curved back to a point and sharp teeth and that looked like a tail swinging behind him as well as a wide pair of bright red leathery wings. He held his hands up with a nervous smile on his face as you held your sword shakily to his throat. 

“Hey now, watch where you point that.” He smirked as he looked at you and you yelped suddenly dropping your sword shakily as you took a step back and slipped closing your eyes as you plummeted down toward the broken shelf behind you. You gasped when you suddenly felt two strong arms around you keeping you from hitting the ground. “Hey now, careful, I can’t let my company go hurting herself.” He smirked again, placing you on your feet. 

“W-who are you!” You gasped looking up at him trying to take a step back only to be pulled closer to his chest. 

“I think you know who I am.” He smirked, glancing to your sword now on the ground. “Just another bounty hunter, huh?” He teased looking over you. “No one taught you the first thing about dragons did they?” He teased giving you a toothy grin. You bit your lip looking over the other before swallowing thickly and shaking your head. 

“Well next time, maybe someone should teach you that we aren’t all that mean.” He hummed keeping you close to his chest. “And someone should’ve told me that a monster hunter could be so hot.” He smirked looking over you. You blinked and tilted your head at the male. 

“What do you mean by that?” You spoke softly, your voice quiet when he leaned in toward you, his lips grazing yours making you shiver. 

“I mean, I probably wouldn’t be hidden all this way up in a cave if all the hunters that came after me were this cute.” He hummed softly, his voice a low purr. You were beginning to think that the commissioner that sent you in here knew something you didn’t about this dragon, and that he wasn’t really expecting you to come back.

You swallowed thickly as the male pulled you closer and you shivered feeling his claws against your back. 

“What are you planning to do?” You bit your lip looking up at him as he smirked. 

“Don’t be so scared, beautiful. I’m simply going to make you mine.” He purred deeply leaning into you more, his lips gently brushing against yours before capturing them in a kiss. You gasped giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tensed as he held onto you slowly letting yourself relax as warmth filled your body. You hummed as you leaned into the touch from the dragon male in front of you letting out a shaky sigh as his tongue explored your mouth. Your body quickly felt weak as you leaned into his body gasping for air when he pulled back. Your head spun and you bit your lip as you looked up at the other. 

“Wh-who are you?��� Your body felt weak and hot as you looked up at him and he smirked. 

“My name is Kirishima Eijiro. But you don’t need to worry about things like names now.” He purred easily lifting you off the ground holding you in his arms bridal style. You gasped and clung to him shakily as he walked you over to the nest of blankets and pillows tossing you down. You looked up at him and shook your head. You couldn’t shake the dizzy feeling swirling around inside of you. 

“Wh-what’re you going to do to me?” You shuddered when the other stepped into the large nest with you. 

“I’m going to make you my queen.” He smirked sinking down in front of you carefully pushing you back against the plush bottom of the nest. You shivered as he kissed you again and you hummed carefully reaching up and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. You weren’t sure why you were okay with everything that was happening, or why you were so willing to listen to him. 

“You seem very willing.” He teased softly as he kissed your neck gently. You shivered and held onto the other biting your lip. You gasped as you felt sharp teeth grazed your neck and your fingers dug into the skin on the back of his neck. You shivered and tilted your head giving him more access to your neck watching as his hands slid over your stomach and chest. You moaned softly when his fingers gripped your hips and his teeth nipped at your collarbone. You gasped when his wings wrapped around you pulling you closer. You shivered as he touched you his fingers running down your chest before palms pressed against mounds of flesh, sharp claws digging slightly against the flesh beneath your shirt. You trembled beneath him as the shirt you wore was carefully pulled off and tossed to the side. You had given up any resistance as you melted against the touch from the other. His smirk pressed against your neck as his hips rolled against yours. You gasped feeling the bulge in his baggy pants pressing against you. You bit your lip and shivered again when his tongue trailed up your neck nipping along your jaw. Your body felt like it was in fire, getting warmer and more desperate by the second as he held onto you. 

“S-so hot...” you shifted in your spot keening softly when one of his hands dove between your thighs rubbing his thumb over your clit thought the fabric, fingers sliding through pooling slick. You moaned, your legs spreading a bit more for him to better access your heat. His wings around you provided darkness, shelter, and comfort as he slipped your bottoms off of you pulling soft moans from you as his teeth grazed down your chest before closing his lips around one of your perk nipples pulling another moan from you. You shivered when you were left bare beneath Kirishima, his eyes burning into you as he moved his fingers carefully stimulating you, rubbing your clit and occasionally dipping  into your aching heat being wary of his claws. When he pulled off of your nipple a satisfying pop echoed in the cave making your body shake as he kissed down your body pausing above your heat to look at you with teasing eyes. Your hips rolled desperately as he chuckled and dove between your thighs the heat of his tongue pressing against your folds making you tremble. He rubbed over your clit with his thumb as his tongue dove inside of you curling deep in your cunt shooting waves of pleasure through you as heat built further inside your abdomen. Your hips rocked as he moved the length of his tongue allowing him to rewatch farther than any normal person as well as send heat radiating through you. He continued through long languid motions as you keened and moaned, your back arching in your place as you clung to anything you could grab, lacing your fingers into his hair and pulling as he pleasures you. When he pulled back you whined loudly, your legs trembling and desperate for more. You opened your mouth as if to complain but nothing came out as your eyes widened in surprise. He had kicked out of the large baggy pants he was wearing no longer leaving anything to the imagination. His cock was huge, bigger than anything you’d ever seen before. You gasped as he leaned back smirking while you admired his member. The head was flared out ending in a point, the shaft was almost as thick as your forearm, there were small beaded bumps that circled the base of the head and rubbery looking spikes that curved back toward the base of his cock, and to top it all off at the very base of his member there was a large knot at least the size of a softball. You shivered as you thought of that entering you and he chuckled deeply a toothy smirk playing his lips. 

“You like what you see? Or are you worried it won’t fit?” He teased and you shook your head as if to pull yourself from a trance swallowing thickly. Without thinking you leaned forward something in you losing all resolve as you settled in front of the male smirking up at him. You didn’t know what had gotten into you but all you could think of was getting a taste of his cock before it was inside you. His eyes widened when he realized what you were doing and he let out another chuckle. 

“I never would’ve guessed you’d be so eager.” He teased as you leaned down kissing the flared head of his cock watching as he shivered obviously not used to the touch of another person. You hummed and let your tongue slide over the slit kissing down his thick shaft. Your fingers traced over the spines pulling soft groans from the male as you pumped his length occasionally sucking and licking along the shaft knowing there was no way you could fit him in your mouth. You continued for a few long moments before you leaned back a bit yourself. Your cunt was aching for his attention and Kirishima knew that. He smirked and pulled himself back over you shielding you once again in his wings. You hummed softly as he kissed you, shivering as you felt him line up against you. You moaned softly holding him as you felt the head of his cock enter you. You clung to the half-dragon male in front of you, hands shaking as he pressed his length into you stretching you wide. You gasped and cried out when he was inside you sinking you down all the way to the top of his knot. You shivered and moaned at the idea of having that inside you as well your thighs shaking as you rolled your hips on his cock. 

He groaned deeply, his hips rolling up a bit before he began to thrust into you. His movements started slowly pulling moans of painful pleasure from you as the rubbery spines rubbed against your walls and the rivet-like bumps stimulated you deep inside. His thrusts quickly picked up pace as Kirishima held your hips. You moaned with each thrust shaking and clinging to the other. You weren’t going to last long, but with something that large inside you, and the way Kirishima groaned in your ear and twitched inside you, you knew he wasn’t going to last long either. 

Your body shook and trembled as you fucked you, your body weak as he moved inside you. Your clenched around him with every thrust and every thrust made your head spin. He was hitting spots deep inside you that you didn’t know existed making every part of your body shake in overwhelming pleasure. You could feel heat pooling in your stomach, growing more and more with each thrust begging you to cum. You trembled as you leaned forward into Kirishima moaning and shaking gasping and he hit a place that had you reeling. 

“E-Eijirou~!” You gasped out his name, your toes curling as you ran your nails down his low back pulling a deep animalistic growl from him as his fingers dug roughly into your hips. He nodded in understanding as his own hips picked up pace and your cunt fluttered around his member. You cried out loudly as you came, clamping around his member as he trusted roughly into you. He groaned deeply pressing his face into your neck as his thrusts continued growing  rougher and erratic. You gasped when you felt his knot pressing against you, his hips rutting as he tried to force it inside of your tight walls. You bit your lip as tears pricked your eyes and you cried out again his hips suddenly slamming against your forcing the large knot deep inside of you as you felt yourself quickly being filled with thick streams of cum. You trembled and let out soft sobs of pain and pleasure as you clung to Kirishima and he let out soft purring sounds against your ear nuzzling into you as his hips rutted against yours filling you to the brim. He groaned and held you close as you clung to him, your body overwhelmed as the heat of his cum burned inside of you. You shivered as he stilled and your preach panted out the smell of smoke filling your nose as you noticed the small pillars leaving his mouth with every pant his tongue had rolled out of his mouth and his eyes were lidded as he tried to regain himself. You bit your lip as he nuzzled closer to you protectively and comfortingly.

It was hours later when his cock had finally softened and deflated enough for him to pull out of you. Your body was weak and sore but the whole time Kirishima never let go of you craving you close like you were some prized gemstone. You didn’t know what caused him to do that, but in that moment you didn’t care. The commission didn’t matter to you anymore, after that there was no way you could hurt him, and it didn’t seem like he was going to let you go any time soon either. 

Maybe being a dragon’s queen didn’t sound so bad?

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Wizard of Oz Queen x pre-teen reader Chap. 7; The Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz

*Author’s note*

At last we finally meet the Great Oz. Now to me personally this chapter is a little short (about the same length I made chap. 3 and 4) so not a lot of action in this part unfortunately but I promise the next chapter will be longer than this one. But I hope you all enjoy this chapter :)

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“Go away?” we all said to each other sadly.

“Looks—like we came a long way for nothing.” Scarecrow said in a sad tone.  My heart began to break and tears formed in my eyes.

“And I was so happy.” I choked out as I set myself down on the bottom step. “I thought I was on my way home!” I wept. The guys surrounded me with Scarecrow to my left, Tinman to my right and Lion behind me.

“Oh don’t cry (Y/n). We’ll get you to see the Wizard somehow.” Tinman comforted me as Scarecrow took my handkerchief from my basket and dried my eyes.

“We sure will.” I took the handkerchief from Scarecrow and dabbed my eyes as I wept.

“Auntie Em was so good to me. And I-I took her for granted. R-running away and—and hurting her fe-feelings.” Scarecrow rubbed my back comfortingly, while Tinman rubbed my arm up and down softly. “I was told before I got here that she was sick. She-she maybe dying. And-and it’s all my fa-fault!” I felt Lion nuzzle the back of my right shoulder comfortingly. His head soon rested on top of it allowing me to cry into his mane. “I’ll never forgive myself if she dies…..never. Never n-never!” I cried as I buried my face into his mane.

Lion gently purred lovingly while Tinman rubbed my back and Scarecrow took hold of my hand giving it comforting pats and squeezes. It was then we heard crying from behind us.  A loud, sniffling sorrow-filled cry.  

When we turned around there was the guard looking out of a small square door that stood a quarter up the door.  Tears were pouring down his face at a frantic pace and he cried out.

“Oh please don’t cry anymore! I’ll get you into the Wizard somehow! Come on! I had an Aunt Em myself once!” he then closed the door still sobbing.

We all looked at each other happily that’s when Lion shifted back to his human/hybrid self and both he and Scarecrow helped me up as the large doors now began to open to reveal a long and dark hallway.  The green archways giving it an eerie sense, but the four of us stood side by side as we slowly walked ahead.

We got maybe halfway down the hallway when Lion spoke up suddenly.

“Wait a minute guys. I was just thinking—maybe the Wizard wouldn’t want to see me. I-I better just wait outside.” He went to walk away but Scarecrow and I stopped him.

“What’s the matter?” asked Scarecrow.

“Oh he’s just scared again.” Tinman said slightly shaking out of fear.  At this point we were all scared.  With this dark hallway and not knowing what the Wizard even looks like, this is a pretty scary situation.

“But Lion don’t you know that the Wizard is going to give you some courage?”

“But—but what if I can’t speak when I see him?” he asked me worriedly.

“Then we’ll ask him for you.”

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no I’ll just wait outside.” He tried to sneak away again.  Scarecrow and I stopped him again and I pleaded to him.

“Why? Why?”

“Because I’m—still scared to talk to him!” I patted his hand comfortingly and we continued onward.  We only got in a few steps till Lion suddenly yelped in fear and jumped.

“What happened?” asked Tinman.

“Somebody pulled my tail.” Lion whimpered out. As Tinman and I looked back to see if something or someone had grabbed Lion’s tail, that’s when Scarecrow stated.

“Oh you did it yourself!”

“I did no—oh.” And there in his hands was his tail.  Scarecrow helped Lion let go of his tail and put it behind his back.

“Come on.” He said as he took Lion’s right hand and I took his left.  I then grabbed ahold of Tinman’s hand and the four of us took a deep breath in before exhaling and taking a step forward.

“COME. FORWARD!!” a powerful voice echoed as the doors ahead of us slowly opened up.

“Tell me when it’s over.” Lion said as we all continued to walk towards the open doors.

We now stood in a grand room that seemed taller than the hallway stood.  Ahead of us was a steep stairway and right on top of the platform was a throne but no one was sitting in it.  Instead a large intimidating wall with iron spikes stood behind the throne and soon blowing out from the ground was fire and smoke.

Soon appearing like a ghost was a giant green head of what almost resembled a goblin or troll of some kind appeared before us as the smoke soon turned red and he spoke to us.

“I. Am. Oz! The great and Powerful. Who are you?” the four of us were shaking in our spots as none of us replied to him. “Who are you!?” the Great Oz demanded again as fire once again erupted out from the ground.

I gulped and stepped out between Lion and Tinman and gave a gentle curtsy.

“I am (Y/n) Gale……the small and—witty. We’ve come to ask you—”

“SILENCE!!” The Great Oz commanded out as fire and red smoke exploded before me.  I jumped back and ran back towards Tinman who held me in his arms.

“Oh Jiminy Crickets!” I whimpered fearfully as I trembled in his arms.

“The Great and Powerful Oz knows why you have come. Step forward….Tinman!” Tinman let out a fearful gasp but he slowly walked towards the Wizard shaking and clanking loudly. “You dare to come to me begging for a Heart. You clinking, clanking, clattering, collection of caliginous junk?!” Tinman continued to shake in fear.

“Yes sir. Uhh yes your honor. You see, a while back; we were walking down the yellow brick road and—”

“QUIET!!” The Wizard roared which caused the Tinman to come running back towards me. “And you! Scarecrow!” Scarecrow jumped in his rags as he tripped over his feet walking towards the Wizard to bow and grovel before him. “You have the audacity to come to me for a brain! You billowing bale of bovine fodder!”

Scarecrow yelped as he began to stammer.

“Y-yes your honor. I-I-I mean your excellency. I-I-I mean….your wizardness!”

“Enough groveling!” The Wizard growled as fire erupted again.  Scarecrow jumped back and started back towards us. “And you, Lion!” I heard a squeak come out of his mouth but I gently gave him a nudge and he slowly walked towards the Wizard.  “Well!?”

Lion then fell backwards and fainted in shock.

I let out a gasp as Scarecrow, Tinman and I ran up to him.  As Scarecrow began to fan him trying to wake him up, I turned back to the Great Oz and snapped at him.

“You outta be ashamed of yourself! Frightening him like that when he came to you for help!”

“SILENCE YOUNG WHIPPERSNAPPER! THE BENEVOLENT OZ HAS EVERY INTENTION OF GRANTING YOUR REQUESTS.”

“Huh what? What’d he say? What was that? Did he just say what I thought he said?” Lion soon woke up saying.  Both Scarecrow and Tinman helped him up before Tinman helped me up.

“But first you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a very small task. Bring me the broomstick of the Warlock of the West.” The Wizard continued.

What?! That’s no small task! That’s practically impossible! We’d have better luck going to the 4 Fae Queens and getting a lock of their hair than getting the warlock’s broomstick.

“But—but if we do that, we’d have to kill him to get it.” Tinman said nervously.

“Bring me his broomstick, and I shall grant you your requests. Now go.”

“But—but what if he kills us first?” Lion asked.

“I SAID GO!!!” The Wizard exclaimed furiously as fire erupted once again and soon we all jumped in fear and quickly raced out of the room, before getting out of Emerald City all together.

“Bring him the broomstick of the Warlock of the West. Easier said than done!” Scarecrow muttered angrily.

“But it’s the only way he’ll get us what we want.” Tinman said.

“It’s impossible to get through the Warlock’s forest without being spotted. He has guards literally everywhere around the forest that surrounds his castle.” An idea suddenly came to me.

I looked down at my arms at the bracelets as well as the tattooed golden leaves gifted to me by the Autumn Queen.  I walked a few feet away from the guys and cleared my throat before singing out.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

“Uhh (Y/n) what are you doing?” Scarecrow asked.

“Shh quiet!” I listened as hard as I could but I didn’t get a response back.  Maybe if I sang louder. “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” Oh please answer.

“Not to judge your singing (Y/n) but is this a really good time for it?” Lion asked.

“Guys please I’m trying to listen.”

“For what?” that’s when the Siren voice of the Fae Queen echoed back my vocals.

“Wait. Was that……”

“Yes Tinman. The Autumn fae Queen.” just over ahead was a bunch of Autumn leaves flying towards.  The leaves surrounded me in a dance and I smiled happily and even laughed as they lifted me up into the air.  The guys stood there in shock and bewilderment.

I was then set down and the Autumn leaves even began circling around the guys.  Scarecrow yelped in surprise as felt himself being gently swayed by the Autumn winds.  Tinman smiled as the leaves traveled up his arm, while Lion was gently tickled on his nose or ear by the leaves.  Playfully he swatted at them and I heard Toto barking as the leaves came over him and did the same thing.

The leaves soon left my friends and swarmed around me and three red leaves, an orange and yellow stood in front of me and I heard a male voice say.

“We heard your song when you touched your arm. What do you need Savior of the faes?”

“I don’t know if you guys can do this for us but—could you show us the safest way to get to the Warlock of the West’s castle?” a female fae then gasped.

“The Warlock of the West’s castle? But why would you go there?”

“Because the Wizard of Oz sent us there to get his broomstick. If we don’t get it, we can’t get our requests.”

*3rd Person POV*

 While watching (Y/n) talk to the leaves, all they could really hear from the faes were bell jingles or whistles of the wind.

“You guys getting any of this?” Scarecrow asked.

“Not a clue.” Lion responded with a shake of his head.

“I think I remember reading somewhere that Faes only speak to those they trust. Maybe that’s why we can’t really hear what they’re saying but (Y/n) can.”

“I mean it does make sense, She was gifted by them after all after killing the Witch of the East.”

*My POV*

“Please. I know it’s a lot to ask but it would really mean a lot to us.” The five leaves circled together whispering to each other so quietly it was like hearing little chime bells ringing.  They soon uncurled from each other and a different female fae told me.

“We’ll guide you to the Haunted forest and show you which way you can enter. But that’s as far as we’re willing to go.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” The leaves soon swarmed around me once again spinning around me before flying into the sky and the male fae told me.

“Follow us!”

“They’ll show us the way.”

“Well what are we waiting for, lead the way.” I touched my spring heart necklace and my clothes changed from the winter dress back to my normal clothes and soon the five of us ran on ahead following the Autumn faes.

By sundown we arrived at a terrifying forest and just ahead of the forest loomed a mountain where at the highest point stood the castle of the Warlock of the West.

“Just go straight through the South entrance and just follow the trail. If you leave that trail, you’ll never find it again.” A female fae said to me.

“Alright, so just keep on the path. Thank you again. And give my thanks to your Queen.” The leaves then retreated back into the sky and soon flew away back to the Fae kingdom.

“What’d they say?” asked Lion.

“They said to enter through the south entrance and keep on the trail. And no matter what never leave the trail, otherwise we’ll be lost in the forest forever.”

“And you’re sure this is the safest road?” asked Tinman.

“I’m sure. I trust the faes.”

“Then I trust you.” Scarecrow said as he took my hand in his.

“Me too.” Tinman said as he took my other hand.

“Count me in as well.” Lion said as he placed a hand on my shoulder.  With a confirmed bark from Toto, we all headed straight for the forest.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Tower

REAL LIFE: x OLD TIMES  COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SWEET

I sat on my old rusty bedframe, in the dark corner of my bedroom. This room has been this way for as log as I could remember. The bed, in the corner with the metal frame rusting the white paint chipping from the metal, it would come off if I touched it. The window tall and pretty, but someone had painted it black from the inside, there was a small section where the black paint had chipped away giving a tiny glimpse to the little tracks in the garden. Next to my window is a little table and two chairs for me to eat dinner even If I haven't been eating for ages., The other corner had a bookcase, I had read them all a hundred times. There was a small door to the little bathroom and just beside it as the little bed for my cat Lucas who was currently under my bed anyway. "Knock Knock my angel" I heard her voice smile from the door as it unlocked and opened "I brought you your dinner" she smiled putting a tray of food on my bed "I'm not really hungry mother" I admit "Why ever not my angel?" She asks picking up my chin go look at her "I'm just... Not mother" I told her looking away from her hollow blue eyes "mother... could I come down?" I asked "No," she snaps "Mother please, not for long, just to get warm by the fire, get a couple new books-" I began "Out of the question" she yells slapping my face "you have to stay up here my angel where you’re safe" she smiled kissing my head and leaving locking my door as she left. I sighed seeing Lucas climb on to my bed to have my food his black fur looking a little matte where he was still wet from the leaky roof across the other side of the room I went to pet him but he hissed so I stopped and laid back on my bed

I sat watching the little path, a lot of carts had come back and forth today I had counted six had come and only four have left so far. I could hear noises downstairs but I didn't think much off it, my mother often has people over. The hard rain was constantly pounding in my roof a bowl sat on my floor clinking with each drip from my leaking roof. I saw a cart pulling away empty meaning there is only one left, A minute or so later another cart pulled away into the rain, a man sat at the front directing the horses, and a girl sat on the back her feet hung off the back. She had a dark y/f colour and black dress with a plait of y/n hair cascading on her shoulder she quickly out the hood of a black cloak over her head to protect her from the rain wrapping herself up in it like a blanket as the cart disappeared from my view. I couldn't escape the feeling I had... Seen her before

I sat listening quietly, I could hear noises coming though the wooden floor to the kitchen a little way below, I could hear singing. It was a beautiful song, a song that I... Seem to remember. Sung by a voice that I seemed... To remember. I knew the next words before the heavenly voice sung them "Days, and dreams of wonderland. Of pixies and of goblins. Of woods and rivers far away. Beyond the old romances" The voice calmed me somewhat, like my soul felt better hearing this little innocent singing. The song began to go quiet like moving away, until I heard it so much louder, I looked out the window and it was that girl with the plait and y/f/c dress stood in the garden she wondered away from my view still singing the little song, before coming back with a bucket of water and starting to water plants in the little pots by the door she seemed so happy. I was confused at first, because she made me feel happy and I haven't felt happiness in so long that I... I hardly remember what it was like to be happy. She stopped her watering and looked up to my window, I hid away Incase of her seeing me. I didn't want her to see me looking, mother always says outside wasn't good that it's wasn't safe for me, but I couldn't help looking I peaked a little trying to keep myself hidden she was looking at my window a small sad smile on her face before she hurried Inside. I smiled sitting quietly on my bed listening to that girl sing her sweet little song, she makes me so happy. Until I heard the familiar sound of footsteps, but they where coming from the stairs I went to the door to listen and... The song as getting louder the steps soft and quick I heard the beautiful voice and little steps hurry Past my door I felt heartbroken hearing that beautiful voice just rush past like I wasn't even here. I heard a door unlock on the other side of the corridor she kept singing as she did whatever it is she is doing, and I heard her steps coming close again. I didn't know what to do, or how to do anything I froze hearing that heavenly voice. I knocked on the door. Just lightly, two little knocks and the singing stopped suddenly. I didn't know what to do until a knock came on my door from the other side I knocked a couple of times back and she returned them "I knew there was someone up here," the voice smiled "who are you? What are you doing up here?" She asked I couldn't speak, I tried but no words arrived at my mouth so I knocked again "Hehehe, why won't you speak to me?" She asked All my fears, all the warnings my mother had given me about the outside world, I didn't want to be but... I was terrified. So scared at the idea of a girl being in the other side of my wooden door "I know this room..." She said sounding upset "my friend used to live up here, until the-" she began "y/n!" a male voice calls from downstairs "Coming" she calls back knocking a couple of times and then running off down the stairs. I hurried to my window looking out the little gap to the path, I saw the cart again and she looked up to my window as she sat on the back I moved away so she wouldn't see me but I couldn't help but peak she was smiling but looked so sadness the cart left my view.

I sat impatiently at the window watching for the little cart with that little kitchen girl named y/n, I saw her little cart come in down the path and as soon as it was out of my view  I began to hear her beautiful and gentle song from down in the kitchens, I just sat listening to her sweet song. Until I heard her coming up the stairs and a tap on my door. I leapt from my seat and went putting my hands on the door and knocked back "Hehe, hello again" she smiles "You sweet little thing" she smiles   I didn't know what to say as her words had made my face heat up so much "Aren't you going to speak to me?" she giggled "Y/-y-y-y/-y-y/-y/-y-y-y-y-y/-y/-y/" I stutter "What's the matter?" she asks "y/-y/-y/" I stuttered trying so hard to get the worlds out "what are you trying to say?" she asks "y/- Y/- n- y/n" I stutter "Awwww, thats so sweet" she smiles "y/-y/n Sweet to me" I forced out "aww thats so cute" she smiles "what are you doing in there? locked away from everything" she asks "I- I can't" I explain "she keeps you locked away in here?" she asks "tho-?" she began "y/n!" the voice yelled from downstairs "I'll be back tomorrow" she smiled before rushing off downstairs.

I sat listening to steps hurrying up my stairs and the door quickly unlocking my door, it was my mother, Lucas instantly ran under the bed trying to hide. "Come down," she says forcing me to follow her I tried my best to resist her but she just kept pushing me along till we reached the stairs down to her lab, "No... no mother please" I begged her "Go on" she warns "No Mother, please... I feel fine. I don't need to go up there. Please mother" I begged "Go!" she yells pushing me down the stairs and I blacked out. When I woke up I was in the kitchen a bowl of soup sat on the table Infront of me so I sighed starting to have some soup even if I wasn't very hungry, until I heard the sweet little singing on the other side of the kitchen door. I panicked and ran into the pantry just as the door opened. I couldn't help but peak into the kitchen at the beautiful girl in her little y/f/c dress as she ties a white apron around her and begins sorting boxes and food humming her heavenly song for a while until she noticed the soup on the table and my obviously just used chair "Madam?" She asks around the kitchen but nothing till I heard her stop and began gingerly walking towards the door to the pantry I hid myself away not wanting her to find me "it's you isn't it?" She asks "Thomas?" She asks and I froze, my heart beating out of my chest I could hear my heart in my ears she... She knew my name. How did she know my name?   "Thomas..." I stuttered my own name sounding so strange to me "Won't you let me see you?" She asks "y/-y/n shouldn't see" I stuttered "Ohh Thomas... What has she done to you?" She asks "my sweet Thomas, are you still my little knight?" She asks I tried to remember my soul seemed lightened by those words her little knight... Like I knew that somehow and I knew what I was supposed to say back "Pr-pr-princess y/n" I stuttered forcing out the words "Ohh Thomas it is you" she smiled "y/n!" A voice yelled it sounded like my mother so I hid myself better wanting to make sure she wouldn't find me "Yes madam" y/n answered "Have you decided?" She asks "Yes of course madam, I would be thrilled" y/n answered "Good you start tomorrow," she says before my mother left "I'll be seeing you tomorrow Thomas" y/n smiled before she left, I slowly came out and blushed hard she knew my name, she knew me, she's amazing.

I laid in my bed listening to the rain on my roof, the dripping into the little pan where the roof is leaking, the Thunder cracking ever now and again, Lucas purring very so often when I pet his soft fur. I felt strange as I laid there.... Like for the first time for as long as I can remember. I dreamt of something. "Help help! The dragons got me captured!" "Ohh no! My beautiful princess y/n is being held captive in the tower! I must save her!" "Horray! My wonderful knight has saved me, he won a hundred kisses" "A hundred? I slayed a dragon for you my princess, that's atleast a million kisses?" "We should get married then we could be king and queen" I remembered flames, inescapable wooden flames "Thomas!" I shot up in my bed Lucas jumping off my lap as the thunder cracked in the sky that was... A dream? Or was it real?

I smiled waiting by the door I could hear her heavenly singing but she didn't come to see me, I had begun to lose hope sitting on my bed, but she promised she would come see me.. There was a quick knock on my door and I jumped to my feet but I heard It unlocking so I moved away trying to hide from my mother, but I saw... It wasn't my mother, it was y/n! So I hid myself away in the bathroom closing the door with just enough to peak out as she came in and shut the door again "You don't have to hide from me Thomas" she smiles to the door "Don't worry your mother's gone out to her meetings she won't be back till next Tuesday," she explained "I won't tell her I was up here if you don't" she giggled winking at me and starting to change my bed for me "y/-y/- y/n...." I stutter "I don't think you should be up here" "Really Thomas? Honestly I can handle myself, I'm not scared of you" she says coming towards the door but I made sure she couldn't see me she sighed finishing my bed fixing the fresh sheets and going over to light a candle her face looked so beautiful with a warm orange glow below it "Thomas please... I just want to see you" she smiles "No ones ever seen me, but my mother" I answered "Not since last I saw you, there is nothing that could have happened since I saw you last that wouldn't make me want to see you" she smiles pushing on the door lightly before she could see me I put my hand over her eyes making her giggle "Hehehe, Thomas I'm serious" she laughed as I blew out her candle leaving us in darkness again and moving my hand...

She froze... Her eyes wide and she looked awful, a mix of so many things, fear, nausea and much more she looked confused looking at me before resting her hand on my cheek her hand felt so warm and soft I nuzzled into her hand like a cat it feeling so soft and sweet "What... What has she done to you?" She asks "What are you talking about?" I ask her "Thomas what do you remember?" she asks "about what?" I ask "about everything?" she asks "I remember...fire, ash, wood-burning and I remember you" I explain "I remember, my princess y/n" "Oohh... My sweet, sweet Thomas" she smiles "Is that all you remember?" "It is" I nod "what happened? what happened between then and now?" I ask "It's hard to explain," she says "I have to go, I have other work to do, come down later I'll make you dinner" she smiles blowing a kiss and going off again but leaving my door unlocked

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Monsters and Maw Masterlist - Part One

Part Two can be found here*

*since I maxed out the number of links you can put in a single post. How’s that for an achievement!

Newer stories at the bottom. Be sure to check the original post (not just reblogs) for updates! 

Short stories masterlist can be found here!

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Some stories (particularly older ones) might have funky formatting. Sorry - that’s a tumblr glitch!

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Orc lover (Khuruz) x fem reader Part One (sfw) | Part Two (sfw) | Part Three (mostly sfw) | Part Four (sfw) | Part Five - Final (nsfw) 

Shadow (nsfw)

Hellhound (Ranek) (nsfw)

Shadow Monster x Fem Reader (nsfw)

Deaf werewolf Part One  (sfw)  Part Two (slight nsfw) x reader (poly, two male werewolves, Rowan and Caleb x reader)

Fem!Werewolf in heat with lone male alpha Part One (nsfw)  Part Two (nsfw) - Part Two is an anon submission, not my writing, but I feel it definitely deserves to go here. 

Gargoyle lover x fem reader (Alesh) Part One (nsfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male chupacabra x male reader (nsfw)

Big burly submissive alien x reader (First Officer Ornorx) (nsfw)

All the rest under the cut!

Demon lover x male reader (Oriyeth) (nsfw)

Body-shy alien x female reader (Er’Athien) (nsfw)

Female orc (Bronwyn) x female reader (sfw) Part One (sfw) | Part Two (nsfw) | Part Three (nsfw)

Curvy female reader x male monster (nsfw)

Male dragon x female reader (Telum) (nsfw)

Male forest monster x female reader (Nyrrath) (sfw)

Female harpy x male character (Merilla x Eleksei) (sfw)

Male naga x female reader (Isak) (nsfw)

Slime boy x female reader (Silythe) (nsfw)

Slime boy x male reader (Chalce) (nsfw)

Male naga x reader (Ascal) Part One (sfw [mostly]) Part Two (nsfw)

Male gnoll/hyena boy (Brenn) x female reader Part One (nsfw) Part Two (sfw ish) Part Three (sfw) Part Four (nsfw) Part Five (nsfw) Part Six/Epilogue (sfw)

Merman x female reader (Tallis) (nsfw)

Male kelpie x reader (Aonar) (nsfw) Part One | Part Two (nsfw, female reader)

Male centaur x female reader (Yrik) (mostly sfw) 

Modern day male orc x female reader (Kelyn) (nsfw)

Octomer girl x reader (Celi) (nsfw)

Male goblin x reader (Skyrrik) (nsfw)

Male bat monster x plus sized female reader (Pallas) (nsfw)

Modern day male orc x female reader (Garek) (nsfw)

Male spider monster x female reader (Sarrith) (nsfw)

Shy male werewolf x female reader (Theo) (light nsfw)

Male cave fae/monster x reader (Graith) (nsfw)

Male forest spirit/guardian x female reader (Sylvestris) (nsfw)

Female orc pole dancer x female reader (’Barbarian’) (sort of nsfw?)

Male orc x female reader (Lasza) (sfw) Part One | Part Two | Part Three (nsfw)

Male orc x female reader (Thur’khul) Part One (sfw) | Part Two (sfw) | Part Three (nsfw)

Male naga x female reader (Wyorhin) (sfw, fluffy aftercare) 

Androgynous werewolf x ftm reader (Riley) (sfw) 

Male bat monster x female reader (Istrill) (sfw)

Monster under the bed x reader (sfw) (short story)

Female plant monster x female reader (Margaret) (light nsfw) (commission)

Female rakshasi x female reader (Sarthi) (sfw) Part One (commission) Part Two

Swamp king short fic (sfw)

Deep sea merman x shallow-water merman (Oneir x Ilarr) (commission) Part One and Part Two

Male hellhound & male werewolf x female reader (Eliron and Dan) (commission) 

Female gnoll reader x female human knight (Leä) (commission)

White ermine mothman x female reader (Niall) (commission)

Male alien x female soldier (Hunter) (commission) Part One (sfw), Part Two (nsfw)

Vampire queen x female dragon shifter (Violet x Celant) (nsfw)

Shadow monster x reader (sfw)

Male kitsune x reader (Touma) (nsfw)

Male manticore x plus size female reader  (Nirhan) (nsfw) 

Blind male hellhound x male hellhound (sfw)

Female minotaur x female reader (Marla) (nsfw)

Male orc x reader (Casey) (nsfw)

Male orc x reader (Damien) (sfw) 

Male haunted armour x reader (Aubrey) Part One (sfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Female orc x buff female reader (Lily) (sfw, mostly)

Cerberus boyfriends x reader (Finley, Jack, Thom) (nsfw), Part Two (nsfw) linked in second masterlist

Female spider monster x male reader  (Astriah) (nsfw)

Male ooze x reader (Tokis) (sfw) Part Two (sfw)

Male sea kelpie x male reader (Arran) (nsfw)

Male selkie (Nathan) x female reader (nsfw)

Male tiefling (Maikel) x male reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male gorgon x male reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male dragon x female reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male scarecrow x female reader (sad... and with light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male selkie x female reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Non-binary incubus x non-gendered reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male dullahan x female reader Choose Your Own Adventure story Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen (final)

Female naga x AFAB non-binary reader (nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male orc mage (Orrakh) x reader (sfw)

Shadow monster x reader (sfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male uruk hai orc (Mauhír) x reader (sfw) Part One, Part Two (sfw), Part Three (very light nsfw)

Male orc x male reader (nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male orc x female reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Werewolf x reader (light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male werewolf x reader (very light nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male rakshasa x female reader (light-ish nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Male werewolf x male reader (nsfw) (angst prompt fills)

Lonesome male fae x non-binary reader (sfw)

Big male half-demon x reader  (Arzeran) (nsfw)

Male naga + male mongoose x reader (Jhinyu + Tavi) (sfw), short story continuation (sfw)

Chiaroscuro - a Hades and Persephone tale: Part One (sfw) Part Two (All chapters continued on Ao3)

Male orc (Lan) x reader (nsfw)

Male orc (Dragh) x female reader (nsfw)

Deaf male tiefling x female reader (sfw) Part Two (sfw)

Male scarred werewolf (Rhett) x female reader (sfw) Part One, Part Two, Part Three (nsfw), Part Four (nsfw), Part Five (nsfw) linked in masterlist 2

Male minotaur x female reader *commission* (sfw + fluffy)

Female space pirate x female reader *commission* (nsfw)

Male minotaur x female reader (sfw and disgustingly fluffy)

Male gnoll (’Poodle), precursory drabble prompt (sfw)

Lich, no gender mentioned, monster’s POV - prompt “Housekeeper wanted; living or dead”. Sfw 

Male orc dom x female reader sub (sfw, early stages, meeting up and working it out) Part Two (sfw) *ko-fi commission* 

Homeless male merman (Leyil) x reader (sfw) Part Two (nsfw), Christmas Special (nsfw)

Non-binary trickster spirit x reader (sfw)

Poly male minotaur x male orc x female reader (nsfw)

Male dom orc (Bresz) x female sub reader (nsfw)

Male changeling/fae (Mhorrin) x male reader (nsfw)

Male orc (Dhurak) x reader (sfw)  *Starfall Springs*

Male tiefling (Killygren) x male reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male orc (Noah) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Female selkie (Bess) x female reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male merman (Connor) x male reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male octomer (Caspian) x reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male hermit crab mer (Leo) x reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male selkie (Dennek) x reader (very light nsfw) *Mermay*

Mothman (Fitz) x male reader (sfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male vampire (Ruben) x trans male character (sfw) Part One, Part Two and a slight AU feel extract (reader insert, sfw)

Male white tiger rakshasa x female reader (sfw)

Male scarred fae (Winter) x female reader (Violet from Brenn’s story - see above) (nsfw)

Male samebito (sharkman) (Tai) x male reader (nsfw)

Male centaur (Jaime) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male lizardfolk (Bik) x female reader (nsfw) (commission)

Male lich (Rhae) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male half-orc (Tamas) x male character (Josslyn) (nsfw) *Orctober*

Male orc (Arikh) x male human (nsfw, D/s) *Orctober*

Female orc (Rakasha) x male character (Virion) (nsfw)

Male ice orc (Reshi) x female reader (nsfw) *Orctober*

Male fae (Winter) x female character (sfw) *modern policeman AU for Winter!*

Mute male siren x female reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male Uruk-hai x reader (nsfw) *Orctober*

Male shadow/room monster (Lamorak) x female reader (nsfw)

Male werewolf (Lowe) x female reader (nsfw)

Male half-drow half-firbolg (Suléth) x reader (sfw)

Male alien (Tarann) x nb human (nsfw)

Male drider (Sarrigan) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male orc x female reader (v.light nsfw) *Patreon tier reward*

Male changeling Fae/forest monster (Dunnock) x female reader (sfw) Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Female vampire x female hunter (sfw) *writing stream*

Male ice dragon x cursed female reader (nsfw) *surprise Patreon thank you*

Male orc (Vilugh) x male ‘reader’ (1st person) - WIP, Part One, Part Two,

Female tiefling (Salanei) x female princess (nsfw)

Non-binary lich (Avery) x reader (nsfw)

Non-binary incubus (Ferren) x reader (nsfw)

Non-binary sleep paralysis/nightmare demon x reader (nsfw)

Male drider (Gilvas) x female reader Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Male vampire x male character Part One (sfw), Part Two (nsfw), Part Three (nsfw), Part Four (nsfw)

Male orc x male selkie x gender neutral reader, Part One (light nsfw), Part Two (nsfw)

Male orc (Rakkan) x male reader (sfw + fluffy) *commission*

Male werewolf (Rollo) x female character (sfw) *commission*

Male werewolf (Emmett) x male reader (sfw +fluffy) *commission*

Male lich/draugr (Kalle) x female character (Raena): Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (nsfw)

Male vampire (Rafe) x gender neutral reader (nsfw, light D/s) *commission*

Male alpha werewolf (Conall) x female reader (nsfw) *commission*

Male orc ( Áskel) x female reader (nsfw) *commission*

Male drider (Lorn) x male character (Eskil) (nsfw) *commission*

Male troll (Helkan) x gender neutral reader (nsfw) *commission*

Male naga (Deian) x male reader (nsfw) *commission*

Male kitsune (Eiji) x female reader (sfw) *commission*

Eldritch space entity x female character (nsfw) *commission*

Spooktober #1 ‘Witches’ (sfw)

MASTERLIST PART TWO

(I’ve maxed out the number of links in a single post, so please click the link above for the rest of my masterlist of works!)

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Dragon Shifter Series - released weekly from 3rd January 2020

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen (final)

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Fae Realm Stories

Prince of the Court of Night x female reader *commission* (nsfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male winged shadowborne fae (Shaer) x female reader (nsfw) *commission* (long!)

Male reptilian fae (Adan) x female reader (nsfw) *commission*

Male triton Fae (Kaerio) x female character (sfw) *commission*

Winter Solstice *undergoing re-editing prior to full story release on Patreon* - a Court of Winter story, male fae x female character Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw)

Male winged shadowborne fae (Ahrin) x reader (nsfw)

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Footsteps in the Snow Masterlist (mlm Skyrim story)

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List updated (new stories at the bottom of the main list - i.e. before the section beginning ‘Dragon Shifter Series’):

No longer updated - please see part two (linked at the top) for the latest offerings from Monsters and Maw!