#I love when he tries to assert his dominance with his nostrils

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Drew some Chucks... We're so back

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Dirty - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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Companion Piece to:

Bad Things - Althea discovers you're with Chibs.

Persuasive - Companion piece to Bad Things - Things get a turn when Althea gets wind of your relationship.

It’s a ride that Chibs doesn’t want to take with because he knows exactly where it ends. The route is one that he knows well from their time together. A secluded clearing in the woodlands on the outskirts of Charming. They’ve fucked there before when they wanted to keep things off the radar.

Althea and him, they’re toxic, they always have been. He would never admit it, but she had beaten him down, eroded his self-worth. She played mind games, and, in the end, it had gotten violent for both of them. He’d called time after that.

Chibs knows what’s about to happen, he knows what Althea wants from him. The balance of power shifted when he’d broken it off and now, she’s found out about you, about the fact the two of you live together and it’s sent her over the edge. He knows her well enough to know that she needs to assert her dominance, to prove that she’s the one in control. She’ll leave her marks on his skin, in places that he won’t be able to hide them, evidence of the act. She’ll want you to see them, to know that she’s ruined him for you.

He sees how his future plays out after that. You asking him to move out because you can’t stand the sight of him, him living in Jax’s old room at the clubhouse, going to sleep every night with a bottle in his hand.

When Althea climbs in the back with him, he tries to fight it. He jerks at the cuffs, snarling and baring his teeth as she straddles his lap, her thighs hugging his hips. Her hand threads through his hair, tugging it back by the roots so hard that he hisses through his teeth. She rams her service pistol under his jaw, the cold barrel digging into his skin. Her free hand snakes down between the two of them, resting over his cock.

“Don’t.” He rasps as her fingers undo the zipper of his jeans.

“I can see you’ve missed me Filip.” Althea tells him, her lips ghosting along the curve of his throat.

He can feel himself stirring and he fucking hates himself. It’s a physical function, one that he has no control of, but it feels like a fucking betrayal, of himself, of you, of the relationship the two of you have.

“I’m going to fuck you until you come for me.” She whispers, her teeth nipping at his throat. “And then I am going to take everything that you love and burn it to the ground.”

She bites down hard, and the sound that leaves his mouth is guttural, wounded like an animal. Afterwards he thinks that’s why he doesn’t hear the car door open, the reason he doesn’t realise there’s someone else there until he feels Althea stiffen against him. He opens his eyes to see a familiar Glock pressed to Althea’s temple.

“Put the gun down, or I paint the inside of the car with your brains.” Tig tells her.

He sees the look in Althea’s eyes, the way her mouth sets in that thin grim line. Tig will do it, they both know it. He feels her service weapon lower; she sets it down on the seat alongside of her. Tig snatches it up, slipping it into the waistband of his jeans.

“Uncuff him.” He orders.

Althea’s jaw clenches, her nostrils flaring as she withdraws the key from her pocket and reaches behind him, unfastening the cuffs.

“Out.” Tig snaps.

Althea complies, her hands raised on either side of her head as Chibs clambers from the car, his face a mask of fury as he draws up his zipper.

“You ok?” Tig asks him.

Chibs doesn’t answer, instead he takes the gun from the other man’s hand and points it directly at Althea. She opens her mouth to speak but it’s drowned out by the retort of the Glock as he fires into her chest. He doesn’t stop until the clip the is empty.

“How do you want me to make it look?” Tig asks when Chibs hands back the weapon.

“Dirty.” Chibs tells the other man as he looks down at body of his former lover. “I want this bitch dragged through the mud.”

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Here to Stay — BTS

You promised you were not going to be like the rest, but where are you?

Word Count - 1,731

Warning - Just some profanity, and it’s a hybrid!au!

Request - Open - masterlist

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The pressure building up in your skull was driving you crazy. The small massage to your temple wasn’t providing any release to what was happening in the closed room. All around you were talk-active people jabbering on about unrelated topics, and wasting your precious time, that forced you to bite your tongue to keep from spilling profanities into the air. The only sound that you were trying to focus on was the click of your heel against the wood of the floor. Each tap corresponded with the ticking of the clock, and that only made your chest grow even more heavy. This meeting was supposed to have ended twenty minutes ago, but now the head of the meeting was going on about her weekend plans and that prompted others to join in. Oh god, you were ganna lose your mind if this meeting went past eight thirty.

“Have a good weekend everyone.” The moment the boss let those words file, you hastily put your files away. The papers began to crumble, but at this point you honestly didn’t care. All you cared about was getting home, and seeing your boys. You could already feel your heart racing at the thought of their sadden faces. Their once perky ears dropped down against their heads and their eyes glossy. They each had a rough past with abandonment issues, and you hoped they didn’t think this was an attempted to leave. These damn elevators seem so fast when you don’t want them to reach your floor, but as soon as you’re in a hurry they’re as slow as molasses. The ding of the elevator made your ears perk, as you raced through the sliver doors.

You bid small goodbyes to those around you, as you raked through your purse. All you needed was the keychain, that small key chain. It only consisted of three things, one key for the car, another key for the house, and a small square photo of your family. All eight of you were squished into the photo, but no one minded a bit. Your heart started racing, and you could feel small tears swell up in your eyes. Where were those freaking keys! You retraced every single step you took when you got to the office. When your heels finally met the doorway of your office. And bam! The keys were in the third drawer down where you left them. In your quickness to get away you completely forgot to go back to your office and get the keys.

You huffed heavily as you trudged back into the building. It was going to be a long night. You talked briefly with the boys favorite restaurant, and ordered as much takeout as you could. You could only hope that this would be a good peace offering for being late. This day was already rough to begin with, and now all you wanted to do was go home, and just be in the warm embrace of the boys you love.

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Their minds were racing with horrible possibilities as to why you’re not with them right now. You were a very punctual person, and this was definitely out of the ordinary for you. It was always eight on the dot that you appeared outside that door, and they would rush to greet you. Bright smiles lightning up their faces and tails going a mile a minute. They longed to have your scent fill their nostrils and let them know you’re okay. But now they were full on panicking.

Namjoon’s wolf tendencies coming out the moment he smelt distress in the air within his pack. The maknaes sat in silence with one another as they stared out the window. He could smell that each one reeked of sadness, and he felt his chest grow heavy with guilt. He wanted to help them, and he wanted to tell them everything was going to be all right. Beside him were his hyung’s, and he could tell they were only keeping their composure for the sake of the young ones. He could see Yoongi’s tail harshly whip around in all direction every time he moved.

Seokjin’s red striped tail sitting calmly in his lap, as he stroked it. Trying to keep his mind from giving up scenarios he most certainly did not want. He wanted to believe you were okay, and that you were coming back. He needed to believe that you were coming back. Hoseok’s grey and white tail was calm, just laying beside his right thigh, and this was never a good sign. His boisterous personality too calm for anyone’s liking.

“Y/n is coming back right?” Taehyung sniffed, while playing with the ends of his tail. His voice small due to the fact he was holding back tears, and if he talked any louder he was scared a sob would follow. Jimin gripped his hand tightly and softly rubbed his thumb along his palm.

“Of course she is. Y/n would never leave us! She promised, she knows what we’ve been through.” Jungkook babbled, while peering into the darkness outside the window. His nails tapping a beat he’s heard you produce many times when you were bored. He has been staring at your parking spot without glancing away as soon as the clock struck eight. He is trying to push every bad thought to the back of his head, because he needed some hope to hold on to. He needed the hope that you’d come back.

“Guys we should go to bed, we’re all tired, and maybe it’s for the best.” Seokjin sighed while running a hand through his hair. He shook his head slightly as he watched the three boys stay glued to the window. He wished he was more like them, and he wishes he had as much hope as they did in this moment. He dragged his feet towards the three, before car lights blared in his vision. Hope gleamed in his chest, and he was confirmed when you pulled into the driveway. Your hands immediately going to bags in the passenger seat.

“Guys she’s here!”

They bounced out the house and rushed to your struggling form in the drive way. And immediately went to the bag on your hands, and they dragged you inside. Everyone somehow was rubbing their heads against your neck, and squeezing you as tight as they could. Without hurting you of course.

“W-we thought you,” Taehyung hiccuped into your neck as his arms wrapped tighter around your body. You could feel the wetness forming on your shoulders, and you didn’t care at all. “We thought you left.”

Without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close. The only sound in the house was his sob, and that broke your heart even more. Your fisted the material of his shirt, and you dug your head into the crook in his leg as well. “I’m always gonna come back, don’t ever think I won’t.”

“Why were you late?” Yoongi grumpily stated as he twirled the plastic bag around his fingers. His eyes staying locked with yours as he got closer and closer. When he appearance became too much you felt the tiger against your body growl protectively. Hence why the panther on the other end tried to assert his dominance as well. “I’m not mad at her Tae, and I was just worried. We all were.”

You pulled your body away, as you scratched the base of Taehyung’s ear. A small sound of content grumbled in his throat. You gave him a small kiss on the cheek before the other cat pulled you sharply against his body. His tail wrapping itself around your ankle when he felt another coming close. “They would not hush in the meeting today, and it ran over, then I forgot my keys and had to race back in the office.” You confessed,

“You got us food!” Jungkook beamed as he wrapped his hand around your wrist. A cute little scrunched up smile over taking his face when you turned your eyes to him. His long ears shooting up when you tickled the base of them. He was then caught off guard by a shove, and your eyes were now trained on your calico kitty, Jimin. “Hey! I was here first!”

You lightly pushed Yoongi away, but let his tail stay connected to your ankle. You first motioned the boys to follow you to the couches, with their plates of food. They eagerly rushed to squeeze it the seats that surrounded you.

“We need to talk.”

Everyone’s ears and tail flattened at your words. Their attention was set on you, and our of habit you reached up to Hobi’s ears and raked your hand through his fur. The silky texture feeling like heaven on your skin. And your touch felt like heaven on earth to him as well, considering he tried to dig his head further into your palm. A small cough beside of your caught your attention, and you regained your posture. “Did you guys think I left, for good?”

No one wanted to meet your eyes, not the two who sat beside on the couch, or the five that surrounded you on the floor. Their tails that were whipping around in different direction catching their eyes. Each one toyed with the fur, on their and others as they stayed silent. You loudly coughed as you crossed your arms. “Don’t lie to me, and please don’t ignore my question.”

“Yes we all thought you left. We thought you were tired of taking care of us, or being with us that you just up and left.” Seokjin whispered almost afraid that his confession would send you running for the hills. You could feel disappointment fill your body, but not towards them. But for yourself. They smelt the change as soon as it occurred, and curled their bodies closer and closer to you.

“I knew from the moment I saved you guys, that I wanted you in my life forever. No doubt about it. I would never leave you guys. I promised you I’d never be like the others, and I’m never I repeat never going back on my word.” You hummed, as you looked at each and every one of them.

“You promise you’re here to stay.”

“You guys are never getting rid of me.”

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Without A Trace - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: I don’t really know how this turned out, but I’m thinking of making a part two where they return to Small Heath and return with their families. Let me know if that’s something of interest! Not proofread so I’m sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you like it xx

Wordcount: 2927

Summary: You and Finn fall in love against all odds, being from rival families and having to get drastic in order to be able to keep being together. 

Part Two - Happily Ever After 

You had first met Finn when his brothers had attempted to make a deal and join forces with your dad’s business.

Your dad was the boss of the Swedish mafia and you had just moved to London to expand your business and make your name known in yet another part of the world.

The meeting had taken place at the Garrison, Tommy having sent your dad a telegram to invite him to parlay with the intentions of making a deal so that he would have more gun- and manpower in the war against the Italians.

But what he hadn’t known was that your dad and Luca Changretta were close friends since many years back, having worked side by side in New York for a long time.

Your dad ended up criticizing Tommy’s way of running a business, calling him an amateur among many other things, and overall just insulted his entire family while you sat silently by his side, not once being able to tear your eyes away from Finn’s.

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to ask for Finn’s name the first day, and since your father pretty much declared war with the Peaky Blinders after that horrible meeting, you had been forced to sneak out late at night to go back to Small Heath and search him out, asking around on Watery Lane until you finally found him leaving the Garrison after a night out.

Finally, you were able to introduce yourselves to one another and spark up the connection that both of you had felt since the moment your eyes had first met.

Your dad didn’t suspect a thing and neither did Tommy, but still, you had to be extremely careful to not be caught, knowing very well that all hell would break loose if you ever were.

You continued seeing each other in secret for months, and got away with it every time, until Tommy’s Grace passed away at the hands of Changretta and he started taking more note to his youngest brother’s secretive behavior.

Polly tried assuring him it was nothing to a start, that he just wanted time for himself and that he was stressed from everything going on, but once John and Michael both almost died, too, she started noticing it, as well, and ended up being the one to sell the two of you out after she had seen you sneaking into Finn’s office.

You were sitting on Finn’s desk, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck while his arms were pulling you closer by your waist, desperate to feel your body against his.

Lips locked together, you grabbed at everything you could get your hands on, squeezing and caressing each other’s skin and flesh and breathing heavily against each other’s lips as you kissed.

“I love you.” Finn managed to mumble against your lips, fingers nimbly working on getting your blouse out of your skirt, slipping in underneath the hem and grabbing at your waist.

The feeling of his fingers against your skin brought a surprised but satisfied gasp from your lips. 

“I love you, too.” You breathed back, a small moan leaving your lips when he pulled you closer by your hips, causing your pelvises to come together.

You wrapped your legs around his thighs, pulling yourself even closer to get some friction, but as Finn began kissing down your neck and fiddling with the buttons of your blouse, the door to his office suddenly slammed open, causing you to jump apart in fright.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Tommy standing in the doorway, Arthur, Polly, John, Michael and Isaiah not far behind.

“I’m sorry, Finn. I tried to keep him occupied.” Isaiah was the first to speak up, Polly instantly turning her attention to him, a fierce glare adorning her face.

“You knew about this?” She questioned, and it was obvious she held a grudge against you and your father for what happened to her son.

Tommy turned around briefly to point at Isaiah, raising his eyebrows. “You and I are going to talk later.” He told him, and Isaiah instantly quietened down, taking a step back as Tommy turned back to the two of you.

“You.” He said, pointing a finger at you and then pointing a thumb over his shoulder, his furious eyes never breaking away from your wide ones. “Get out.”

You wasted no time in getting off the desk, straightening your blouse and grabbing your coat from the chair beside you. Turning to Finn, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him down. 

“I love you.” You hurried out, giving him a chaste kiss.

But Tommy was impatient and enraged, marching over the floor and grabbing you by the arm, tugging you away mid-kiss.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” Finn wasted no time in coming to your defense, marching after you as Tommy dragged you to the doorway.

Polly jumped to your defense as well, grabbing Tommy’s hand and forcing it off your arm when you got close enough. “Tommy, take it easy.” She told him, glaring up at him.

You really did understand why Tommy and everyone else were feeling the way they were with how your dad had most likely assisted Luca in everything he had done to them, but you had really had no part in it. 

Your dad had even made it clear during their meeting that he didn’t involve you or your mother into his business in any way.

The Shelbys all pressed their back against the walls once you reached them, giving you a clear passage out. Finn had followed you and attempted to leave with you, but Arthur was holding him back by his arm, preventing him from following you.

You looked up at Tommy who was standing before you, glaring. “I’m not my father and I don’t deserve to be treated like I am.” You said, shaking your head with a dry laugh. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Thomas Shelby. You don’t deserve your brother.”

Despite being brave enough to stare him straight in the eye and stand up to him, you didn’t want to take the risk of provoking the others even further with the way they were all already glaring at you, and so you didn’t spare Finn another look, just walking away wordlessly no matter how much it pained you to do so.

Finn looked after your retreating form until you were completely gone from his sight and then turned to glare at his older brother. 

But before he got a chance to say anything, Tommy beat him to it, pointing a finger at him like he had done Isaiah and you only moments before.

“You’re forbidden to see her again; do you hear me? You can’t look at her, you can’t talk to her, you most definitely can’t have any kind of relationship with her.”

Finn glared, getting up in his face. “She wasn’t the one who killed Grace, Tommy. Those Italian scum were, she had nothing to do with it.”

“Her family is working with those very same Italian scum.” Tommy was quick to fire back, poking his younger brother in the chest to assert his dominance as the youngest towered over him. “She’s got everything to do with it.”

But Finn didn’t give up, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily with anger. “Would you want our enemies to hold me accountable for the mistakes you’ve made?” He asked, his entire stance rigid. “Would you like to see me punished for your actions?”

Tommy didn’t even seem to hear the words being spoken to him, completely ignoring him. 

“I’ve given you enough chances to step up and take your responsibility and duties seriously in this family.” He drawled. “Seeing as you can’t even do something as simple as following orders, I’ll marry you away, if that’s what it takes to get you to stop seeing her.”

“Tommy…” Arthur stepped in carefully, not wanting it to go too far, but he got just as ignored as Finn.

Surprising everyone, Finn took another step closer to Tommy at that, copying his older brother’s earlier actions and poking a finger into his chest. 

“You’re more of an idiot than I thought if you think an arranged marriage is going to keep me away from the girl I love.” He seethed, and Tommy glanced down at the finger at his chest, before looking back up with a hard and hateful look in his eyes. 

“Is that how you address your own blood?”

Finn shook his head, opening his mouth to talk back, but before he could get another word out, Tommy continued. “If you want to keep being a part of this family, you will listen to what I tell you. Am I making myself clear?”

He raised an eyebrow, and Finn breathed out angrily through his nose, just staring into his eyes for a few seconds before removing his finger from his chest and taking a step back, his eyes narrowed. “Crystal.”

Without another word, he stormed past him, pushing through the rest of his family carelessly.

Tommy turned around, moving to follow, the angry look on his face indicating clearly that he still wasn’t done talking. But before he could go anywhere, Polly reached out and caught his bicep in her hand, shaking her head at him.

“Let him go.” She said quietly. “He just needs to cool off. They’ve only known each other for a few months, he’ll get over it.”  

But, oh, how wrong she had been.

After an hour of “calming down”, Finn had gone to Polly to try to get her to talk some sense into Tommy, but with the way Michael and John had gotten hurt in the crossfire of the war with the Italians, she was on Tommy’s side. 

Despite it being unfair, she was holding your father’s part in the entire thing against you.

Finn had begged her for help, but once he had realized he wouldn’t be getting any, he made up his mind. He knew what he had to do.

After leaving Finn’s office, you had gone home and gone straight to bed, locking yourself into your room and ignoring your families countless of questions about why you were upset. 

You had cried some, raged some, and then cried some more before falling asleep, sleeping all the way through dinner.

You had always been very clever and strategic. You always found a solution to your problems and dilemmas. But now, for the first time in as long as you could remember, you had absolutely no idea to do.

Tommy was just like your father in the sense of stubbornness, and you knew there was nothing you could do to really prove your loyalty to his brother to him. 

The helplessness of the entire situation made you panic because despite not having known Finn for more than a few months, you knew you would never want anyone else.

You slept worriedly that night, but still didn’t wake up until after three in the morning to the sound of pebbles hitting your bedroom window.

At first, you thought you had imagined the sound, but then it came again. And again. And again. 

When you had laid there listening to the sound three times, you finally pulled yourself out of your bed and tipped over to the window, pulling back the curtains and opening it.

Your eyebrows furrowed together once you spotted the form standing at the ground, having to narrow your eyes in order to make out their face.

“Finn?” You called out quietly, your voice raspy from the sleep, crying and screaming you had done into your pillow.

Finn looked up at you from where he stood on the ground underneath your window, calling back in an equally as quiet voice. “Pack your bags.”

His words only caused the crease between your eyebrows to deepen, confusion filling your body. “What?”

“Pack your bags.” He repeated, his voice close to emotionless. “I’m taking you to America.”

You shivered, both from the shock and the cold gust of wind coming in through the window and pulling at your nightgown. “We’re running away?” You questioned, to which you could make out him nodding his head.

“Yeah. We are.” He confirmed, and a flurry of feelings instantly filled your body. Confusion, sadness, excitement, happiness, desperation. Everything came crashing down at once and you didn’t know what to do or how to respond.

You shook your head. “Surely there must be some other way to fix this than to leave our families behind.”

No matter how much you disapproved of your dad’s involvement with the Italians and his part in the entire conflict, and detested him for being the sole cause of the dilemma you were currently in with Finn, you didn’t want to leave him or the rest of your family behind.

No matter what, you would always love them.

But Finn only shook his head. “There’s not.” He told you quietly. “My family lost all of my respect the second they denied me my happiness. I’m ready to give it all up if that’s what it takes for us to be able to build a life together. But the choice is yours.”

You couldn’t see his facial expression thanks to the dark, but you could hear the mixture of disappointment, fear, and sadness in his voice at the thought of you not being willing to sacrifice as much to be with him as he was in order to be with you.

You were silent for a long moment. Not because you wouldn’t be able to sacrifice your family for his sake, but because you were so sure in your mind that you would.

“Okay.” You finally answered, taking a deep, shaky breath and nodding your head despite the fact that he probably couldn’t see it. “Give me five minutes.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond, too anxious to keep standing around, instead quickly turning around and going back into your room where you wasted no time in pulling your bag out of your wardrobe and starting to shove your clothes and necessities inside, along with the roll of money you had stored away for emergencies only.

Quicker than you ever had before, you got dressed in some clothes suitable for the cold air outside and the traveling you would be doing.

You had to be really quiet in order not to wake your family up when throwing your bag out of your window and then proceeding to climb down the ladder, knowing what a light sleeper your dad was thanks to his years as a soldier. 

But you managed, Finn catching you in his arms when you came down to the ground and hugging you tight.

Your face buried in his neck and your arms automatically wrapped around him. You breathed in the sweet scent of his cologne, never having missed him as much as you had during the hours you had been apart.

After standing there in silence for a good minute, just hugging it out, he picked your bag up from the ground and led you off with hurried steps, through the woods and out to a small, gravel road where Isaiah was waiting in one of the many Shelby cars.

The ride to the train station was quiet, the only sound being the hum of the engine as you drove. Finn’s thumbs were rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand the entire way, feeling your anxiety and doubts radiating off of you.

And he didn’t let go of you even when you reached the train station and left the car.

Isaiah went with you inside and the three of you stopped as you reached the entrance of the train that would be taking off any time now.

“You’re really doing this, then?” Isaiah wondered as the three of you turned to look at each other.

You exchanged a look with Finn, and he nodded in confirmation, looking back to his friend. “We are.”

You took a shaky breath, still not fully having wrapped your head around what you were about to do. “Thank you, for all of this.” You told Isaiah genuinely, to which he offered you a comforting smile.

“I’ve got no bad blood towards you.” He shook his head. “Tommy’s grieving. He’ll come to his senses sooner or later.”

You knew it was meant to comfort Finn, everyone knowing that despite how much he tried to deny it, he cared about his brother’s validation a lot. But he obviously wasn’t about to show it that easily after everything that had gone down, only letting out a humorless snort.

“I doubt it.” He disagreed. “But thank you.”

Isaiah nodded his head, holding out his hand. “Take care of yourselves, yeah?”

“You too.” Finn answered, taking his hand in his and shaking it, before they pulled each other into a brotherly hug.

You bid Isaiah thank you and goodbye one more time, before you and Finn boarded the train with your bags in hand, getting to your seats.

The train started moving only two minutes later, and you held on to each other’s hands the entire way as you left your families behind.

Your families realized you had left already the next morning, running around like headless chickens looking for you. 

Isaiah never told anyone he knew of your whereabouts, and while your dad may have been the boss of his crew, many of the men were, unbeknownst to him, loyal to you as well, allowing you to disappear without a trace.

[thezodiaczone]

Gemini Compatibility

GEMINI + ARIES (MARCH 21 - APRIL 19) ♥♥♥♥ You're two high-strung, passionate Fire signs who both like to be the Alpha dominant. As such, you'll need to toss the hot potato back and forth, submitting to the other's rule—at times through gritted teeth. Acquiescence may not come naturally, but it builds a necessary trust. Aries is a paradox: you're the zodiac's infant (its first sign) and its gallant hero (you're ruled by warrior Mars). You want to save the world and be saved at the same time. You'll need to occasionally allow yourself to play wounded knight or damsel in distress, and let your mate charge to your rescue. However, don't spiral into neurotic helplessness or analysis paralysis. Nobody can beat a topic to death quite like you can—but that's what therapists are for, Aries. Neither one of you can be saddled with the emotional care and feeding of an adult baby. You're too independent for that. When your problems gain too much mental gravitas, it's time to move—literally. Disperse your Martian angst and anger with lots of physical exertion. As fellow adventurers, you travel well together. Try snowboarding, exotic bike tours, Costa Rican rainforest expeditions. Passionate sex is another antidote to prickly feelings for your high-touch sign. Like Aries Hugh Hefner, you have a champion libido (and an awesome sense of entitlement). Some Aries couples may mutually agree to flex the terms of your monogamy, although the jealousy it stirs might not be worth the trouble.

GEMINI + TAURUS (APRIL 20 - MAY 20) The stubborn Bull locks horns with the willful Ram, nostrils flaring, heads bowed in determination. So begins a fierce but fiery courtship, as splashy and menacing as a Pamplona stampede. Aggression, however uncivilized, is part our Darwinian natures. It certainly is for your signs—who possess an arsenal of steamrolling tactics, from doe-eyed charm to old-fashioned philistine strong-arming. No weak-willed mate will survive your natural selection process. Nor should he. Neither one of you feels safe in the arms of a mate who can't protect you. Thus, your initial faceoff is simply a warning shot: Show me your strength so I can trust you. Once the fanfare is over, you make a great team—like British pop royalty Victoria (Aries) and David (Taurus) Beckham.

As tight as two mafiosos, you like to dress up and flaunt your natural superiority over the rest of the animal kingdom. The deal is sweet for both of you. Taurus gets an attractive show pony and a lusty mate to satisfy his Earthy libido. Aries has a lifelong provider and benefactor to supply creative freedom and endless playtime. Issues can arise if Taurus grows too possessive or tries to tame independent Aries. Indulgent Taurus will need to remain active to keep pace with the energetic Ram (read: lay off the nightly steak frites and vino). You both crave attention, but don't go looking for it outside the relationship, unless you want a real showdown. Like two tots in a nursery, you share a favorite word: Mine!

GEMINI + GEMINI (MAY 21 - JUNE 20) We'll spare you the joke about there being four people in this relationship, mainly because it's an understatement. Like twin kaleidoscopes, you're each a fractal pinwheel of personalities that re-pattern at the slightest twist. Good news: versatility is a virtue in Gemini-land. Monogamy, not always easy for your restless sign, becomes a non-issue when your mate embodies more personas than Sybil. Dyed-in-the-wool dilettantes, you never run out of things to discuss. Clever Gemini rules communication: your ideas come fast and furious, and you love to debate. Intellectual tussling is a turn-on, although you must take care not to talk over each other. Remind yourself: listening skills are just as important as a well-crafted sentence. The pop psychology technique of "mirroring" (listening, then reflecting back your mate's communication) can be shockingly effective. Your main challenge is making time for each other, since you're both forever juggling any number of jobs, businesses, classes, hobbies, social circles and whatnot. Gemini is a collector; your home can resemble a natural disaster zone, piled to the rafters with books, newspapers, DVD sets from your favorite screenwriter, old-school vinyl, vintage costume jewelry. Forget couples' counseling: a cleaning service or storage unit can save this marriage. (Thank God for the Internet and YouTube.) With your wonder-twin powers, you can start a creative business together. Just make sure to hire a team of Earth or Water signs who can finish what you start, since you'll both leave a trail of loose ends. Light the spark, and let others keep the flame.

GEMINI + CANCER (JUNE 21 - JULY 22) Cancer is an emotional Water sign who loves to nest and bond; Gemini is a restless Air sign who prefers intellect over sentiment. You have similar interests, different temperaments. In many cases, this works out anyway. You both adore culture, the more obscure the better. You love to discover new bands, read novels by controversial authors, gorge yourselves at the jewel of a restaurant tucked into an undiscovered neighborhood. You bond over TV shows and bargain-hunting for treasures (you both have a thrifty streak). No flea market, tag sale or eBay store is safe from your scouring, and your home can resemble a bizarre gallery of antiques and modern gadgetry. The tricky part is when you lapse into astrological auto-pilot. Cancer is the zodiac's mother, who heaps on affection, nurturing and well-intended care. To Gemini, this can feel like clinginess and smothering. Gemini is the zodiac's fickle tween, waffling between bouts of dependence and asserting autonomy. There will be moments when Gemini greedily laps up Cancer's doting, and others when mama bird is roughly pushed away with a sarcastic, heart-piercing insult. Cancer must work hard not to take these moments personally—otherwise, the Crab lashes back with a below-the-belt barb, and it turns ugly. Remember, Crabcake: it's not you that Gemini is rejecting, it's your overprotection. Get a pet to dote on instead. Gemini needs space, Cancer needs reassurance. Memorize this formula.

GEMINI + LEO (JULY 23 - AUGUST 22) ♥♥♥♥ You make great friends, since you both love to gab about everything from the Times to the tabloids, Ferragamo to flea markets. Conversations are fever-pitched and fascinating; you're both well-versed culture hounds. Romantically, the temperature may be tepid, though. Leo is a Fire sign ruled by the blazing Sun—the regal Lion wants to be consumed by passion, heat, devotion, attention. Gemini is an Air sign driven by speedy, information-gathering Mercury. Listening to The Leo Monologues, which span from political diatribes to emotional melodramas, is sheer torture. When Gemini dares to interrupt the King or Queen, suggesting that s/he actually GET TO THE POINT, hell breaks loose. Leo must learn to take Gemini's tough love and unvarnished feedback in stride, not as an ego assault. Unconventional Gem should assent to traditional romantic gestures: red roses, the Tiffany bauble du jour. Learn to adapt. Gemini rules the hands, and will need to put them on affection-hungry Leo more often, since the Lion is greatly reassured by touch. And yes, as an Air sign, Gemini will need to blow a little smoke you-know-where; Leo can be a nightmare without regular doses of praise. Gush and flatter—it won't be the first insincere thing to pass through Gemini's lips. Leo should keep a battery of patient friends on speed dial. Gemini may have multiple personalities, but as a romantic partner, s/he can't be your de facto shrink, psychic hotline, career coach, parent and social director. Spread the demands around.

GEMINI + VIRGO (AUGUST 23 - SEPTEMBER 22) Gemini and Virgo share a common ruler: speedy Mercury, who zips around the Sun gathering light and information, then disseminating it to the masses. You're both natural communicators with a thousand ideas and opinions. Romance is a cerebral affair for your intelligent signs. Conversations spark into lively debates; asking each other "What do you think?" is akin to foreplay. Although Virgo is a more staid Earth sign and Gemini is a breezy Air sign, you share a "mutable" quality. That means you're flexible, and you can adapt to each other's quirks. Good thing, since you each have a bevy of rigid, borderline obsessive-compulsive habits. (Virgo's can include folding underwear into identical, neat little squares; Gemini's usually involve hoarding, starting new hobbies or impulse shopping.) You both love control, though Gemini is loath to admit this, while Virgo flies the flag. At times, you may wrestle for dominance, a habit you'll need to overcome for this match to work. Virgo's nagging can take the wind out of Gemini's sails; Gemini's sketchily researched half-truths set off Virgo's trust alarm. But combine the depth of Virgo's cautious planning with the breadth of Gemini's boundless curiosity, and you've got the total package. You can make great parents, too, since your styles tend to complement and you'll divide up roles with ease. Gemini can help serious Virgo lighten up, and responsible Virgo can help ground the easily distracted Twin.

GEMINI + LIBRA (SEPTEMBER 23 - OCTOBER 22) ♥♥♥♥ You're compatible Air signs with silver tongues and gilded wings, a magical match indeed. Libra is a pretty pixie and Gemini is an impish sprite. Your meeting rouses the fairies and gnomes, stirring up mischief in your midst. You love to mingle and schmooze, and you'll chatter like two little tree monkeys, gabbing a mile a minute. But will the breathless excitement last? Getting past the superficial romance stage is the challenge. You're both so indecisive that nailing down a commitment is like catching moonbeams in a jar. That said, the illusionary quality of your relationship is a magic you both enjoy. It's when life becomes too real that you vanish in a pinch of enchanted dust. To make this last, you'll need to dip your toes into the murky morass of intimacy, then learn to swim. Money can become an issue between you, particularly the way you spend it. Gemini is ruled by intellectual Mercury, and would rather invest in college degrees, a film collection, enriching travel. Libra is governed by beauty and pleasure-loving Venus, and splashes out on art, couture, custom suits, spas. You'll need separate wings for Gemini's books and Libra's handbag or shoe collection. You have different approaches to romance, too. Libra loves a lengthy courtship with all the trimmings, but Gemini bristles at picking up too many tabs, especially with Libra's extravagant taste. You'll probably need to keep separate accounts to avoid meddling in each other's purchase habits. Cut up the credit cards, too—many happy relationships can be destroyed by debt. Don't let that happen to you.

GEMINI + SCORPIO (OCTOBER 23 - NOVEMBER 21) You live on completely different planes, which either turns you off or utterly fascinates you. Both of you are accustomed to reading people like flimsy comic books, then tossing them aside. Here, your X-ray vision fails to penetrate each other's psychic shields. Mutable Gemini is the shape-shifting Twin, home to a traveling cast of personalities. Intense Scorpio is shrouded in mystery and bottomless layers of complexity. Being baffled leaves you without the upper hand, but it also stokes your libido. You're piercingly smart signs who love a good puzzle—this is your romantic Rubik's cube. The challenge sets off sexual dynamite. You tease each other with cat-and-mouse evasions, neither of you making your attraction obvious. This prickles your insecurities, daring you to strive for the other's unbroken gaze. No two signs are as quietly obsessive as yours! There will be frustrating moments, too. You're both prone to depressive spells, and swing from giddiness to unreachable shutdown. Clever mind games edge on cruel or callow, breaking the trust that Scorpio needs. At times, airy Gemini may not be emotional or sensual enough for watery Scorpio; in turn, the Scorpion's emotional and physical passion can be overwhelming to Gemini. However, if you combine your strengths, you'll go far. Gemini is dilettante and a trivia collector who's always got a pocketful of creative ideas. Instinct-driven Scorpio rules details and research—this sign hones in like a laser and masters his chosen field. Whether it's starting a family or running a business, you can be an indefatigable team, with Gemini playing the rowdy ringmaster and Scorpio running the show from behind the scenes.

GEMINI + SAGITTARIUS (NOVEMBER 22 - DECEMBER 21) ♥♥♥♥ You're opposite signs that actually have much more in common than this label suggests. Gemini rules the so-called "lower mind": common sense, reasoning, facts, hard data and intellect. Sagittarius governs the "higher mind": wisdom, philosophy, consciousness, ethics, metaphysics. Together, you find sweet neurological nirvana. You're both restless adventurers who hunger for knowledge and experience. With Gemini's curiosity and Sag's nomadic nature, you get antsy in commitments unless there's a lot of excitement and variety. Boredom is simply not an option for your signs, and you're both involved in a billion projects. Scheduling issues are your biggest hurdle, but for true love, you allow nothing to interfere. Take globe-trotting Sagittarius Brad Pitt and Gemini Angelina Jolie, who traipse the continents with their ever-growing brood. As best friends and playmates, they make their own rules about love and family—and you will, too. Conventional coupling holds zero interest for your signs. Your main difference is in disposition. Air sign Gemini is cooler and distant compared to Sagittarius, harder to read emotionally. The fiery Archer has a hot temper and wears his heart on his sleeve. Still, you make each other laugh; you're both clever, entrepreneurial and quirky. You do best with a common goal that's a thousand times bigger than yourselves, and you'll dream up many. However, you may need Brangelina-sized paychecks to fund your lofty visions. Who has time to consider the bottom line when you're focused on reaching the top? Take time to consider the practicalities before leaping off the cliff. Knowing you, you'll jump anyway.

GEMINI + CAPRICORN (DECEMBER 22 - JANUARY 19) A metaphor for this match: a music producer combines a soulful 1970s classic (Capricorn) with funky electronic hooks (Gemini) and delivers a mashup that's either a mess or a chart-topping hit. You couldn't be any more different if you tried, yet you can really benefit from each other's natural resources. Gemini is ruled by speedy Mercury, the lightning-fast trickster who speaks in silver-tongued half truths. Capricorn's overlord is Saturn, the cautious, conservative planetary patriarch, who only trusts that which stands the test of time. Gemini is versatile and restless, like a fusebox with a million criss-crossed wires. Capricorn is the dutiful ox who carries the yoke and plows the field, rarely diverging from routine. While Capricorn's dogged consistency and family loyalty can frustrate Gemini ("How can you let these people walk all over you?" Gemini asks, referring to Cap's elderly parents), it also grounds the scattered Twins. Gemini is Capricorn's one-man circus, keeping the Goat amused and entertained, adding color to his monochromatic world. You both have a lusty, experimental side, too. The magic really appears when you get physical, which happens fast, since your sexual attraction is intense. In fact, Capricorn is one of the few signs that can spike Gemini's jealousy. There are so many people who rely on sturdy, supportive Cap, and Gemini doesn't like to compete for the spotlight. To make this work, Gemini will have to accept that Capricorn's loyalty extends to family and lifelong friends. Stoic Cap will need to show a little more emotion, since impish Gemini needs to know he can get under Capricorn's skin. It will take time to work out the kinks, but the erotic tet-a-tets will be worth the trouble.

GEMINI + AQUARIUS (JANUARY 20 - FEBRUARY 18) This match of compatible Air signs can feel a bit like high school romance—teasing, texting, movie dates with jumbo popcorn and licentious groping during the previews. You bring out each other's breezy, buoyant spirits, and that's a plus. You'll bond over TV shows, favorite sci-fi novels and superheroes, obscure philosophers, music. With your clever comebacks and verbal repartee, you could take a comedy act on the road. Although you can both be overly cerebral at times, you prefer laughter and light conversation to emotional melodrama. Eventually, though, you need to get out of the shallow end of the pool. Intimacy is a challenge for your signs. We're talking true intimacy—being caught with your pants down and no clue how to get them back up. Telling each other your entire life stories in monologue form (which could have happened on the first date) doesn't count. You must soldier through the post-infatuation "awkward phase," or you'll end up feeling like buddies. That would be a shame, as you can make excellent life partners and playmates. The biggie: you'll both need to give up fibs and lies—particularly lies of omission. You're excellent storytellers and politicos, gifted at crafting a spin to fit your agenda. However, the naked truth is the only way out of the Matrix. Though it may topple your PR-friendly public image, it's a necessary risk you must take to build the character and depth of a lasting commitment.

GEMINI + PISCES (FEBRUARY 19 - MARCH 20) You're both dual signs: Gemini is the Twins, and Pisces is symbolized by two Fish swimming in opposite directions. You're pop psychology's poster children for commitment-phobia. Are you in or are you out? It depends on the day, the mood, the cosmic alignment. Obviously, this is no way to run a relationship—but wait. Here's a golden chance to peer into love's looking glass and see your own shadowy Id mirrored back. Yes, your psyches and hang-ups are as bizarre as Alice's rabbit-hole tumble into Wonderland. Pisces, you really can be as needy, emotionally exhausting and manipulative as Gemini says. Gemini, you are indeed capable of being a double-talking, evasive ice-tyrant with a heart like polished marble. And…so what? If you can actually own your dark sides—which we all have—you're also capable of spreading tremendous light. You must negotiate your differences with transparent honesty, though. Pisces is an emotional Water sign; Gemini is an intellectual Air sign. Unless you balance the proportions, Gemini drowns in Pisces' undertow and the zodiac's Mermaid suffocates from breathing too much oxygen. Gemini must strive to connect emotionally, and Pisces will need to lighten up. Perennial dissatisfaction is also a killer. Don't say you want something, then refuse to be happy when your partner provides it. Gratitude is an intimate act: it requires you to acknowledge that your partner can reach you, a vulnerable place. Two words to save your relationship: "Thank you" and "You're right."

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After Party Chapter 4

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Summary: The organized and dignified celebration of winning the war shifts once some of the older crowd leaves in the middle of the night, and the children of the Khaganate introduce some party elements that lead to a more raunchy affair.

Warnings: mature content

Genre: some angst, partying, romance, hints of smut (ooh), and actual smut in later chapters (ooooooh)

Why: Because Nesryn’s memory of the party left a lot to the imagination.  So let’s dance…

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Lorcan was struggling.

Many times in Lorcan’s long life, he had participated in great alcohol and drug induced revelries.  And, enthusiastically participated in lustful activities as they naturally happened afterwards.

But with Elide…Lorcan was struggling.  He wanted to show her he could act lordly at a public event, but this after party was beckoning him to indulge in old habits.

He was very proud of himself for bracing her ankle and teaching her how to waltz during the first part of the night (the waltz is the most obvious way to act lordly, he reminded himself over and over - Lorcan didn’t like dancing).  When they weren’t dancing together, she gladly watched the others dance, with Lorcan’s arms around her shoulders and his chin resting on her head.  She was uncomfortable at the thought of dancing with other men.  Perhaps one day she wouldn’t feel as such, but she had a lot memories to process regarding other men interacting with her.

As they were in the back of the room during the king and witch’s dance, he picked her up and sat her upon his shoulder so she could see.  He loved having excuses to pick her up.

After the captivating dance (he honestly didn’t know Dorian or Manon well, but he felt like he knew them more than he wanted to after that openly provocative dance), Lorcan could sense the vibe of the room heading into a more intimate direction, and he wasn’t sure his inebriated self could act lordly around the Lady of Perranth.  He placed her upon the ground and led her to the bar.  She sat on a barstool, and he stood behind her.

He was impressed at how someone so small could act so composed under the influence of booze and the drug filled smoke. 

She was happily chatting away with the Queen of Melisandre at the bar, when Lorcan felt something slide along his leg.  He realized it was Elide’s shoe-less foot, and the touch had sensual intent.  She was still gossiping away, not acknowledging her actions against his leg.  

Lorcan gripped the bar as her toes made clawing motions.  He started to feel the rush of excitement flow through his body at the audacity of his wife-to-be. He expected to be the one to teach her the art of seduction, but she was evidently self taught.

She had never made a move on him in public before.  The atmosphere was thick with drugs and sweat, and she was having fun with it in her own way.  He would join in on the fun and retaliate in kind.

He located a loose curl of her beautiful hair, and started to play with it.  After a few minutes, he gave it a gentle tug.  He heard a faint gasp and smirked.  He stood closer to her and pressed his chest against her back, and gave a look to the Queen of Melisandre essentially saying get lost.

Ansel waggled her eyebrows at him, but instead of leaving, she took Elide’s hand.  Lorcan narrowed his eyes.

He was able to comprehend some of Ansel’s spontaneous bullshit about palm reading, but lost interest as he noticed the sensual nature in which she touched Elide’s hand. And wrist.  Ansel looked up to him with knowing eyes.  He flared his nostrils and glared back I now hate this queen the most.

He wanted to use his magic to swat the royal hand away, but he noticed the way Elide’s breath was catching, and her foot stilled on his leg.  Lorcan was, again, struggling, Do I assert my dominance, or let Elide enjoy this attention and competition…Elide then gave a light moan and leaned further into Lorcan, but still allowed the queen her hand, dammit she is into this.  Fuck subtlety.  

Lorcan used to his long reach to grasp Elide’s other hand in her lap.  He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, and rested his chin on her head, As long as she’s enjoying this, I’ll remind her and the queen and the whole damn room of who she intends to marry.

At the thought, he gazed at Elide’s bare ring finger in his hand.  He had yet to commission a ring worthy of her, so he wrapped his dark magic around that special finger.  Whether Lorcan fabricated that ring out of a territorial need or just wanting to communicate his love, he was unsure.  He felt Elide’s attention shift to her left hand.  As well as Ansel’s.

She dropped Elide’s hand to admire Lorcan’s magically fabricated ring too, “Melisandre has some of the finest craftsmen and artisans on the continent. Come visit me there, and we can go jewelry shopping,” she winked at them both, kissed Elide on the cheek, finished her drink, and sauntered away.  

Lorcan tried not to sigh in relief.  It was fun to engage in a seductive back-and-forth in public, but he didn’t like having Elide’s attention on anyone but him.

Elide continued to stare at the magic circling her finger, “I like how black looks on me.  What shape should the stone be?” She looked up at him to bat her eyelashes.  Eager to impress, Lorcan then used his magic to add the daintiest variety of choice shapes on the thin black band.  She seemed most delighted with the pear shape.  He would remember that.  

He kissed her temple and gave himself a mental nod of approval.  He unintentionally took a romantic route, which was quite lordly in his opinion.

When she looked up at him again, it wasn’t to bat her eyelashes.

Lorcan felt heat travel down his body of the implications of that look, that’s enough lordly behavior for the night...

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Yeah that was short.  But up next is a loooong steamy chapter of Elide x Lorcan.  I wanted to have some sort of transition chapter to lead into that, so here you go!

It was also fun to write Lorcan trying to act lordly.  Ya know he’s trying to level up in the name of love, and it’s too cute.

Next up: Elide’s POV (smut included - oooh)

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His ray of sunshine, Chapter 13

The truck drove right up the track to the Alphas before stopping. Tom’s grip on the axe tightened, he had an uneasy feeling about this.

The doors opened and three Alphas got out of the truck. None of the pack had ever seen any of them before, so had no idea what they were doing here.

‘What are you doing here and who are you?’ Tom asked, taking a step forward.

‘What’s with the axe?’ One of the men asked. He had short brown hair and dark green eyes.

‘I was chopping wood. Now I won’t ask again, what are you doing here on my land?’ Tom snarled, not in the mood for games.

‘Well that’s not a very friendly welcome.’ The man chuckled.

He walked right up to Tom and put his hand out. ‘I’m Richard. This here is Cory.’ He motioned to the bald Alpha. ‘And this is Josiah.’ The other one had long blonde hair.

Tom narrowed his eyes at them all.

‘What’s with the hostility? Come on, man.’ Richard chuckled and put his hand on Tom’s shoulder.

Tom slowly looked at said hand and narrowed his eyes, then he looked back at Richard. The rest of the pack were internally going, oh shit. He’s in for it now.

And they weren’t wrong.

Tom snapped suddenly, moving so fast. He grabbed Richard’s arm and twisted it round behind his back, hurting him. He also used the handle of the axe across Richard’s neck.

Cory and Josiah moved in to help, but Luke and Idris stepped forward and blocked them simply with their bodies.

‘What are you doing here?’ Tom snarled at Richard, putting pressure on his throat.

‘Alright… alright…’ Richard choked out and Tom reluctantly let him go.

Richard moved away from Tom, rubbing his throat as he glared at him.

Tom’s nostrils were flaring he was so angry and losing his patience with him. He had all the patience in the world for those he cared about and loved. But for people like this, he had none.

‘We were passing through town and I heard that there was an un-claimed omega here. Being a single Alpha, my curiosity is piqued.’ Richard said as he looked around the place, eyeing up all the cabins.

The pack thought that Tom was going to combust, the veins in his neck were almost popping.

‘There is no un-mated omega here. So I suggest you get back in your truck and get the hell out of my home.’ Tom growled.

Richard smirked and looked between the Alphas. He knew that even if he did try to take on Tom, he would lose because there was only three of them.

‘Maybe you should hurry up and fuck your omega then, before she runs off to some other Alpha who’s willing to step up to the mark.’ Richard smirked and started stepping back to his truck.

Tom went to lunge for him, though Luke and Michael were able to grab Tom and hold him back. Just.

‘He’s not worth it, Tom. Just a pathetic Alpha trying to stir up trouble.’ Michael hissed, glaring at Richard.

Tom backed down, knowing that Michael was right.

Richard, Cody and Josiah got back into their truck. They turned around in the car park and then headed away.

Tom looked round at his pack. ‘Luke, Idris.’ He motioned with his head towards the truck driving away.

Luke and Idris rushed to Luke’s car and jumped in, to follow and make sure they left town.

‘How did they know? Who is spreading rumours of Keira?’ Tom snapped, throwing the axe down into the ground angrily.

‘It could be anyone from the town. You know as well as I do that omegas scents are different when they haven’t been fully claimed.’ Michael said, folding his arms over his chest.

‘I am not rushing Keira into mating when she’s not ready, just because of some puny Alpha thinking he can get into my head.’ Tom barked.

‘I’m not saying that’s what you should do. I’m just saying that’s probably why he was here. You know how people can be in town, they like to gossip.’ Michael said calmly to try and calm Tom down too.

‘Michael is right. I wouldn’t worry, Luke and Idris will make sure they leave.’ Jeremy said.

Tom took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He ran his hand down his face and sighed.

‘Jeremy, will you go and sit with Tilda until Idris returns?’ Tom asked.

‘Of course.’ Jeremy nodded. He went off to Idris and Tilda’s cabin.

Michael went back to his cabin to be with Jessica, and Tom went back to Keira. As soon as he entered the cabin, he felt himself relax a bit. The scent of his omega was calming as it filled his nostrils.

‘Are you ok?’ Keira asked quietly, smelling and sensing his anger. She took small steps towards him.

‘I am now. Come here, little one.’ He motioned her to him.

Keira went over straight away, right into his arms. He buried his face into her hair, breathing in deeply. His anger calmed more and more with every second that passed in Keira’s presence.

He lifted her up in his arms, supporting her bum as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the sofa and sat down with her on his lap, still wrapped around him.

‘My beautiful, omega.’ He purred and smoothed her long hair back behind her ear.

‘What happened?’ She asked softly.

‘Three Alphas simply passing through town decided to come here and try to declare their dominance is all.’ Tom rumbled.

‘Are they gone now?’

‘Yes. I made sure of that.’ Tom trailed his finger down her cheek and along her jawline.

The smell of pheromones from Tom had filled the cabin as soon as he walked in. It was a dominant, Alpha musky smell. It was affecting Keira something hell-ish. Part of her wished she had seen what happened outside, it made her all trembly when Tom was asserting his dominance.

‘Did you… did you have to fight?’ She asked, hiding her face into his neck to take in as much of his scent as she possibly could.

‘Not majorly, no.’ Tom slid his hand underneath her top, stroking her back lightly with the tips of his fingers. He felt her shiver, and he could tell she was aroused. He could smell it. The way she was squirming slightly on his lap was a big giveaway too. ‘But I did have to show him who was boss from the get go.’ He purred.

He heard a small whimper from her, making him smirk.

‘Is my little omega getting aroused at the thought of her Alpha asserting his dominance?’ Tom asked with a growl, leaning back a little so he could see her face. Her cheeks were bright red as she nodded and nibbled on her lower lip.

Tom chuckled and held her chin, keeping her in place so he could kiss her. While he kissed her, his tongue gently probed into her mouth, he slid the hand on her back right down inside her trousers and knickers too, holding her backside. His hand was so large he was almost claiming her entire bottom with ease.

Keira squirmed excitedly, especially when he slid his hand underneath her more, touching her folds. She gasped when he slipped his fingers through her, gathering her wetness and dragging it all over her clit.

Unable to control her body, she started grinding against his hand as she buried her face into his neck. Tom felt his cock twitch when she started nibbling on him, he was powerless to hold back a moan of his own.

‘Mmm… lie down on the sofa for me, little one.’ He directed softly, extremely pleased when she did as he said without any hesitation. She was so eager to please.

Tom moved over her, undoing her jeans and tugging them down her legs, taking her knickers down at the same time. Not having anything to weaken her scent now, Tom’s mind went a little hazy. He couldn’t resist going down on her, he was excited to see how she would react to him doing so for the first time.

Keira wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, when he moved in between her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Her eyes widened when he grinned wickedly up at her, moving in closer to her core.

She parted her mouth, about to ask what he was doing, but only a whimper came out as took one long lick right up her centre. He moaned loudly.

‘My god, darling. You taste divine.’ He growled and dove right back in.

Within seconds Tom had her crying out in pure pleasure with his tongue. He was feasting upon her like a man that had been starved for weeks. She writhed around under him, he clamped his hands around her thighs to keep her in place.

He couldn’t get enough of her taste, and she just kept on giving. She was brought to new heights when he concentrated on her clit for a while, he wrapped his lips around it and suckled hard. She started having an orgasm, but he didn’t let up. He kept licking her clit mostly, only diving further down to her entrance now and then. His beard was rough against her sensitive skin down there, but it only added to the sensations and pleasure for her.

Her mind had shut down completely, she was becoming too sensitive but no matter how hard she tried to wriggle away, he wouldn’t allow her to. Growling in response when she tried, he kept his lips latched onto her, his tongue flicking furiously against her little nub and his fingers dug into her thighs tightly.

They’d both lost count completely how many times he made her cum. By the time he had finished with her, deciding that was enough, she had almost passed out. Her eyes were fluttering and she had a spaced out look in them when Tom crawled up over her body.

He smoothed her hair back from her sweaty forehead and kissed her softly on the lips.

‘Are you still with me, little one?’ He asked, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.

She mumbled out something incoherent, making Tom smile. He got off the sofa and scooped her up in his arms, then carried her through to bed. Where he undressed her fully, put on a night gown for her and tucked her into bed so she was nice and cosy.

By the time he’d undressed himself and climbed in next to her, she was starting to come back to him, but she was incredibly sleepy and exhausted. She curled onto her side against him, smiling. Tom put his arms around her and held her against him.

‘Rest now, my good girl.’ He purred.

At that, she fell soundly asleep.

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childish (m)

PAIRING: jeon jeongguk + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 3k WARNINGS: dom!jeongguk, sub!reader, rough sex, orgasm denial - SUMMARY: jeongguk is tired of everyone treating him like the baby of the group. but when his love interest starts acting the same way, he finally snaps.

Every friday was the same. You and your friends would hang out at their house and order two pizzas. You would talk about your week, plans for the next one, sometimes you guys would play games together. It has become a routine at this point, each of you always arriving despite your busy schedule or the occasional sickness.

So it came as more than a surprise when you arrived just after 7pm and your friends were nowhere to be found. Besides, two large pizzas - one pepperoni and one with tuna - were set next to one of the couches, their divine smell filling your nostrils. Usually, you had to come as early as you could, because no one (except for Taehyung) would ever leave a few pieces for you. It was pretty much the early bird gets the worm. But not today.

Today, the pizza boxes were left unnoticed, and you almost wanted to call Hoseok to ask what the hell is going on, if you didn’t hear the stomping and quiet music coming from their gym.

Opening the door slowly, your friends stood there, playing one of their songs and dancing as if it was the last time they could do so.

“Guys?” you asked slowly, not trying to disturb them.

“___!” Jin exclaimed, stopping his movements to run up to you instead. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Seokjin, you’re the one who needs the most practicing, so bring your ass back here again,” Namjoon scolded the older man, waving you hello in the process.

“Ah, ___!” Jimin smiled at you before turning around to face the other guys. “Now I can’t concentrate when she’s around, I’ll be so nervous!”

“Shut up, Jimin,” you laughed, “I can always join you, can’t I?”

“Right,” Yoongi nodded, playfully squeezing Jimin’s shoulders. “By the way you are dancing all evening, I’d have to assume ___ has been watching us for hours now.”

The younger man slapped the rapper’s hand away, but still giggled.

“So... Is anyone going to tell me why are you here and not devouring the pizza upstairs?”

“Oh my God, glad you asked,” Namjoon spoke again, “we’ve been practicing this choreo for hours and hours, yet we can’t seem to... finish it up? Like we always think of something, but then someone,” he stops to glare at Jeongguk, “says it’s not it and that it needs a little more sensuality or whatever.”

“I only said that because it’s true!” the maknae tries to defend himself, “It’s not Spring day! It should have more tension and all that.”

Now it was your turn to giggle. 

“What?” Jeongguk’s head whips around to face you.

“Nothing, it’s just- it’s so funny that you said that, you know, you...” 

“And what about it?”

“Nothing, Kookie,” Hobi chimed in, poking his cheeks, “it’s just that you’re our little baby boy and suddenly you talk like that... you better wash your mouth out with soap!”

Everyone, except for Jeongguk, laughed. 

“Alright.”

“Well why don’t you guys show me what you’ve worked on, and then I can tell you what I think as an audience member,” you suggested. “I mean come on, I am a fan!”

“Okay then.”

- - -

“...and then we would go like this-” Namjoon said, lifting his right leg like a flamingo before turning around and returning his leg to the ground as he did so, “and that could be the beginning for the chorus.”

Hoseok and Seokjin burst into laughter as they imitated Namjoon’s dance move, purposely intertwining their fingers to look like ballerinas. The younger boy sighed, but a small chuckle followed right after.

“Yeah, I... I think I liked the second version better,” you admitted with a playful smile on your lips. “Most of you were in the spirit during that one.”

“Most of you? Does that mean someone has been messing it up?” Taehyung smirked at you.

“N-No... Well, not as far as the choreography goes...”

“Then what is on your mind?”

“I-I just-” you struggled to find correct words.

“Just say it, we’ve been friends for so long, we won’t get mad,” Hoseok reinforced you, giving you thumbs up.

“I just... Can’t take you seriously when Kookie’s just being all cute or whatever,” you blurted out quickly, “He is so adorable and I want nothing more than to wrap him in a blanket and carry him everywhere with me.”

Some members chuckled, but the strange expression on Jeongguk’s face made you tremble. “N-Not that I don’t take you seriously, Jeongguk. It’s just that I can only see you in a cute concept.”

“I mean... he is the baby of the group,” Yoongi said. “We see him as a younger brother that we need to protect, you know? I think he kinda grew up like that... you know, being cared for and stuff.”

“You guys really think of me like that?” the youngest member asked, the tone of his voice sweet but the expression on his face bitter. “You think I can’t take care of myself?”

“Not that you can’t take care of yourself, just that... um...” Hoseok trailed off.

“I see,” Jeongguk said. “So your concept would be 100% better if I wasn’t in the picture.”

“Nobody said that,” Namjoon shook his head.

“She did,” Jeongguk pointed his long finger at you.

You threw your hands up in defeat, “see, this is why I didn’t wanna tell you.” Cocking your head towards Jeongguk, you continued: “You just can’t deal with one fucking comment. It wasn’t even an opinion! I need a minute.”

And with that, you headed towards the door. You needed a place alone, any place would work. You chose the bathroom because it was the closest and you could lock yourself in it.

With trembling hands, you turned the faucet on and splashed some water on your face. You watched yourself in the mirror, your flushed cheeks covered in small droplets of water. You couldn’t believe you let a small argument like this ruin you. It wasn’t even over anything serious!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a short knock at the door.

“Occupied,” you automatically answered, drying your cheeks with your arms.

“It’s me.” Jeongguk’s voice sounded a little impatient on the other side of the door.

“Jeongguk, go away. I just need a minute.”

“___, open the door.” He sounded calm, yet there was something in his voice that prevented you from doing so.

“No.”

“Open the fucking door or I’m going to bust it open myself,” he huffed, stopping you in your tracks. You knew he, out of all the members, was the only one capable of doing so, and so you saw yourself unlocking the door slowly. Next thing you knew, the door was wide open and then closed and locked again as your back got pressed against it. Your eyes were met by dark brown ones, staring intently into your soul.

“Jeongguk, what the fuck are you doing?” you screamed at him, only for him to shush you up with his hand on your mouth.

“Shut up. I didn’t like your little act at the gym. The way you looked at me, the way you spoke to me...”

You tried to say his name, but his hand muffled your voice.

“Why did you think it was okay to embarrass me like that?”

You ripped his hand away from your mouth and he let you. “First of all, you literally asked for my opinion. Second, you’re acting like a jealous possessive boyfriend and I don’t like it.”

“But you do like it, don’t you? You like seeing me like this. You’re just too prideful to admit that the maknae makes you feel these things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just a baby.”

“Aren’t I older than you though?” he cocked his eyebrow at you.

“T-That has nothing to do with this,” you stuttered.

“So you’re telling me you haven’t been dreaming about this body of mine? You’re telling me you never thought about me in a sexual way?” He chuckled as he held your chin so that your gaze was fixed on him. “Tell me, sweet ___, have you been touching yourself to the thought of a real man fucking your pussy? Have you thought about leaving these pathetic little boys for good, because their kisses are just not enough for a hungry little slut like you?”

You couldn’t believe how accurate he was. How easily he figured you out. He knew that you wanted more, no, you needed more, and you just wanted to leave all those immature young guys on the playground while you went to fetch a real adult.

Nevertheless, you still held your pride.

“How would you know what a real man does?”

And that was it; that was all it took for Jeongguk to slam his lips against yours in a frantic manner. You don’t really remember kissing him back, you just remember how needy the kiss was for the both of you. Jeongguk clearly needed to assert his dominance, pinning you against the wall, his strong hands tightly gripping yours. His hips bucked into yours and you gasped. The way he was skillfully grinding onto you was almost sinful, yet it felt so damn good.

He pulled away and smirked upon seeing you. Everything about you - your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, your heavy breathing - just confirmed the man’s words. You were already a mess. A hot mess.

“Didn’t think you’d get this riled up for an immature boy huh?” he mocked, studying your face.

“Or maybe I’m simply a good actress,” you retorted.

Both of you knew that was a lie; not even the best-trained actress could pull off those emotions. Yet, for some reason, Jeongguk was still quite unsatisfied with your answer.

“Just shut up, ___. I hate little liars like you.”

“Now doesn’t that sound childish?” The smile on your face was quickly wiped away as the boy lifted your whole body up, placing you on the sink before reattaching his lips to yours. This time it wasn’t as random as before - now, Jeongguk clearly had a motive. You could tell by the way his hand pressed against your clothed clit, making you whimper. He smiled into the kiss.

“If I am so childish and immature... how come you’re this wet for me, hm?” 

You were about to say something back but his fingers slid past the waistband and started rubbing small circles onto your clit. Instinctively, you moaned loudly, making him quickly cover your mouth with his free hand.

“I know babygirl, but you have to keep quiet okay? Show me what a good girl you are and I might continue.”

His warning tone sent shivers down your spine but the way he kissed your forehead afterwards made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Suddenly his fingers made their way past your lower lips and slipped into your heat with ease. You were glad that his hand was still pressed against your lips, because the moans and whimpers that left your mouth were anything but discreet. But how could you contain yourself when Jeongguk’s fingers mercilessly plunged in and out of you, not showing any signs of stopping.

But then, once Jeongguk felt your walls clench around his fingers, his movements completely stopped. “Don’t cum. I didn’t tell you to.”

“B-but, Jeong- please- I-”

You pleas were cut short when the man’s fingers plunged back in inside your pussy, continuing their quick pace. “I said no.”

“Jeonggukkie, please I’m gonna- I can’t”

Jeongguk smirked at your desperate state, holding you down by your hips and burning his eyes into every curve and crevice of your body. “Take it. Are you gonna come? You gonna be a bad girl?” he whispered huskily, knowing his words would send you over the edge. He knew you couldn’t resist him.

And with another loud moan you came, your legs trembling, face even redder than before. Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, squeezing your throat with his free hand. “What a shame. I was going to let you suck my cock, but I guess you just really want to disobey, right?”

“N-no...” you whined, bucking your hips to meet his, hands reaching for his pants. He chuckled, further restraining you.

“No touching. You’ve been a brat all evening,” he commanded sternly, although the corners of his mouth slightly turned upwards. Before you knew it he was flipping you over, pressing his crotch against your ass. “I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for, baby.” he whispered in your ear, pressing his lips against your earlobe, his hard on teasing your entrance as you arched your back into him, trying to get him to push inside, with no success, because his hands gripped your hips and held them in place. “Hmm, I wonder if you’ll finally stop whining and listen to me so we can get this whole thing over with.” 

You whimpered and wiggled your butt, trying to get him to do something, anything, but he wouldn’t oblige, holding you in place while gently rubbing his member against your folds. “Tell me,___, will you listen to me if I give you what you want?” he teased, one of his hands pushing under your t-shirt, running up your stomach to your breasts. “Will you?” he pressed again, pushing his head against yours and turning your face to push it against the mirror. You whined and nodded, letting the mirror fog up as you heaved for air, your chest moving rapidly. “Do we need a condom?”

“I’m- I’m on the pill,” you whispered against the mirror.

“Good girl,” Jeongguk praised, slapping your ass lightly, “are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you exhaled.

“We’ll see about that once I’m done with you.” he finally took mercy upon your writhing form and pushed his cock inside of you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you moaned into the glass of the mirror, arching your back to push your butt against him, a moan leaving your lips. 

“Fuck, look at you, baby. I’m barely inside and you’re already putty in my arms, I should have known you’ve been needy all this time,” he whispered and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside, making you yelp with the force of the movement and push against the mirror, his hands trapping you in place. He repeated the action one more time, a grunt leaving his lips and his eyes fluttering closed for the briefest moment behind you, your eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror as you took in the sight before and behind you. 

A loud moan left your lips and you struggled to keep your eyes open to take in the view as he started a punishing pace, pulling out almost all the way every single time, before slamming back in at full force, making your legs shake and your palms smudge with sweat against the mirror as you were trying to brace yourself.

“Take it, take my fucking cock like a good girl,” Jeongguk commanded.

“Oh my- Jeongguk, whatever you do, oh fuck, don’t stop, j-just please, ah, don’t stop,” you cried, desperately trying to hold on to anything you saw.

“I’m not going to baby, don’t worry,” he replied, biting your shoulder. “Fuck, are you close again?”

You were, and clearly, by the way you were clenching around his member, Jeongguk knew as well. “Y-yes.”

“Fuck,” he cursed again, snapping his hips into you, “me too, baby. Go on and cum.”

It seemed like the anger had washed away, his thrusts now being slower and sloppier. Still, his work made you feel like never before and soon enough you came, a loud moan and his name escaping your pink lips. Jeongguk followed, moaning out your name in a way that almost made you cum again. He pulled out, leaving you empty and gasping for air.

Once you gathered yourself, you washed your face again, putting your outfit on again, trying to make it look the same as previously. The last thing you wanted was to be made fun of for fucking your friend in the bathroom.

“Jeongguk?” you whisper, watching him pull up his pants. The man lifts his head up, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry that I called you childish,” you bow your head. “I didn’t realize what my words did to you.”

He sighs, walking closer to you. You’re not sure what to do, and it all feels a little too awkward just standing there. Jeongguk suddenly pulls you closer to him, your head making contact with his chest. His strong arms hold you firmly but tenderly, as if he wanted to make sure you won’t fly away. You wrap your arms around his torso, nuzzling your nose into his chest.

You stand there for a minute or two, before the older boy kisses the top of your head. “I think we should go. The boys might get suspicious.”

-

You walked into the main room together - you figured there was no point in lying since the boys probably knew quite well that you two were making up. Neither of you two were sure to what extent, though.

“Hey guys!” Hoseok smiled at you, “sorry there’s no pizza left. We tried to wait but we were also really hungry, so.”

You smiled back. There was no way Hobi knew what you two were doing back there. His smile was too genuine and innocent and his eyes sparkled like fireworks. “Oh, that’s o-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jeongguk interrupted you. “No way you couldn’t save at least a little bit for me! You guys are so unfair!”

You looked at him, along with the other boys, but only your gaze snapped him back to reality.

“Ah- Well I guess it’s okay. But wait for me next time,” he mumbled, sitting down next to Jimin. You followed him, sitting down as well, and everything seemed to be fine again. You were talking and laughing with the boys, finally being able to relax. That was until you heard Jimin whisper to Jeongguk.

“Come on,” Jimin giggled, nudging the taller boy with his elbow. “How was she?”

“Jimin!” 

[greennightspider]

Price

(gif not mine)

Summary: A clumsy servant girl risks the wrath of the Great Jabari Lord. How ever will she earn his forgiveness? (Smut. Just pure Smut)

Warning: Dub-con/power imbalance

Reader x Lord M’Baku

"Once again, I am so sorry my Lord," you stuttered. You tried nervously to sweep the shards of the scared broken goblet with your hand into a small pile, one which you could easily dispose of once you found a dustpan. You thanked your lucky stars that you and M’Baku were the only ones in the throne room at this time, yet still you dared not look up from the dark floor, quivering in fear of the Great Gorilla’s impending wrath. The Jabari Lord was known for his wrath, his rage, and his virility. But not for his patience.

However, the Lord himself sat upon his throne without a word, encircled by the twinkling stars behind him shining through the windows of the throne room. Each of his strong hands flexing their grip on the arms of the throne, M’Baku taking his time surveying your full behind. Your round curves were still fully defined within the dark confines of the loose servant-garb fabric as you bent over facing away from the throne. And as he watched you the Jabari Lord let his mind wander to the many things he would do to you in that position.... if you would let him of course, licking his lips at the mere thought.

You then twisted around to face the throne, eyes still downcast. “M-my my Lord, I will now find a dustpan in order to clean up my mess. If you will permit me to leave I will not be long.” You then tried to rush past him, not once looking up for fear of facing those dusky dark brown eyes filled with fury. You wanted to hurry to try and fix your mistake before you could incur his wrath any further, but M’Baku was too quick for you.

In an instant M’Baku caught your wrist as you tried to leave, clicking his tongue slowly as he shook his head. "Sweet, sweet Y/N." He purred, drawing you to him and bringing you between his legs. You had no choice but to lift your eyes to face him, your breath escaping you as you saw the unspoken desire in his eyes. 

"You know the price." He whispered in your ear, as he settled into the crook of your neck taking in the scent of your body, letting it enrapture him. The Jabari Lord let his hands roam freely around your waist, earning a chaste gasp from your sweet lips. 

The more M’Baku took in your scent the darker his eyes grew, his primal need growing beneath his pants. “I thought you would have learned by now hmmm? That is the third goblet this week Y/N.” 

You had not the strength nor the willpower to answer your Lord, as his large hands captured you in a way that streaked fire across your skin. “I apologize Lord for my incompeten- ah!” His fingers gently but firmly pulled you to him, and even with him seated and you standing it was clear who was in charge, as M’Baku asserted his dominance with nothing but a look in his eye.

“I’m sure by now.” He growled. “You know best to appease your king.”

Wordlessly you removed your loose trousers, your own breath becoming labored at the sight of your Jabari Lord craving you so. This left you only in your bearskin fur that tied around your waist which covered your behind, but came into small ties around the front of your waist, giving M’Baku full access to your underwear resting on your fuller thighs, M’Baku snarling in heat at the sight. “You certainly know how to buy my silence Y/N.”

Of course, no one need know of your (many) failings, or your arrangement. M’Baku himself knew full well that even trivial mistakes, let alone the destruction of the sacred royal vessel, could lead to severe punishment. But luckily for you, the Great Gorilla was not interested in such measures when he could be appeased in other, more.... pleasurable ways. 

Aaand luckily for M’Baku, it seemed ‘clumsy’ was in your nature.

M’Baku grabbed your hips once again and gently drew you to him so that one by one your thick thighs straddled his waist. You yelped slightly as you bumped up against the large bulge between the chieftain's powerful thighs. M’Baku smirked, pleased at your reaction, making you thankful you were sitting considering you were very much weak in the knees.

“You know, if I did not know any better Y/N,” M’Baku said, taking his large hands and rubbing them back and forth on your supple thighs. “I would say you were breaking things left and right on purpose.”

“My Lord, I swear I would not dare!” You hurriedly exclaimed in fear, before being silenced by M’Baku’s lips suckling on your neck. You uttered small mewls as M’Baku suckled harshly in your skin, deepening the bite as far as he could. You held onto his huge frame until he was done, ending his marking on your neck with small licks. He then brought his hand to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes full of desire.

“If you wanted me Y/N, all you have to do is ask.”

With no warning the Jabari chief pressed his bountiful lips against yours, taking no time at all in devouring and dominating you. His tongue quickly found its way into your mouth, wrapping around yours in movements that made you One of his hands moved to lean you back so that the other could rub against the growing puddle between your legs. He rubbed the fabric back and forth, halting when he found your clit only to start rubbing it in small circles. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, and you start to buck involuntarily at his ministrations.

M’Baku then wrapped one arm around your torso and lifted you up with ease, shifting so that he could undo the clothing that trapped his already throbbing member. You shifted to help him unwrap the many ties that held his royal garb together until you were finally able to reach in and free his dick from his trousers. 

Without a word M’Baku watched you slide your soaked panties to the side and ease yourself onto his cock, loving the way each inch made your face contort in pleasure. You attempted to go slow before M’Baku started bucking his hips up into you with a visceral need, hungry for that warm inviting pussy that seemed to swallow him whole. You wrapped your arms around his neck for dear life as your Lord grunted in your ear with every stroke. 

He growled harshly as his hands found their home underneath your bearskin, kneading those soft round cheeks he loved. Suddenly he started to pick up the pace, alternating between bouncing your ass on his cock and letting his hips thrust wildly into you, evoking moans of pleasure from you that echoed around the throne room.

The Great Gorilla buried his head in the fabric that trapped your breasts and growled. As he neared his release, he brought his fingers to your chin and dragged you down to meet his dark gaze so full of carnal need that it shot down to your core like lightning. M’Baku’s nostrils flared as you whimpered, yielding completely to the lust of your Lord.

“Cum for me my love.”

At his words you came, crying out in ecstasy as your hips bucked with a mind of their own, riding the Great Gorilla’s cock for all your pleasure, M’Baku himself enjoying the scene before him. Your merciless walls beckoned M’Baku’s own release and with a roar he flooded your insides with his seed, gripping onto your ass for dear life.

Catching his breath M’Baku looked to you, satisfied in watching your lidded eyes and mouth slightly agape. “You were right.” M’Baku all but growled and panted. “We should try this role play thing more often my love.”

“We definitely should.” You chuckled, nuzzling into the fur that donned M’Baku’s shoulder he carried you to your bedroom.

He gently set you down amongst the bedfurs, stripping himself of his clothing before you suddenly realized. “M’Baku wait!”

M’Baku halted his movements, holding his singlet half off his torso looking at you curiously.

“My pants are still in the throne room!”

“So?”

You stared at him in wonder. “Aaaaand don’t you think we should grab them before someone sees?”

“Hmm..."

"Please my Lord, will you grab them for me?" Putting on your sweet voice dripping with need from before, knowing he couldn’t resist..

"Hmmm... maybe I will....” M’Baku slid his singlet completely off his chest, throwing it to the ground before towering over your body with a presence that demanded attention.

"...For a price."

You smirked as you rolled your hips up to tease his already semi-hard cock before pulling him into a deep, ravenous kiss.

“Whatever you desire, my Lord.”

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[buckysforeverprincess]

What Do You Want From Me? Ch 20

Lance Tucker x Reader

Words: 2120

Warnings: Language

A/N: The aftermath of the wedding. Will Lance and reader be okay, or will he screw it up like always? Enjoy!

Standing at the door, you were impatiently waiting for him to answer. After what seemed like forever, the man finally opened it with a very irritated look on his face, glaring daggers into your soul.

“What do you want?” Lance asked you curtly, almost like he couldn't be bothered.

“Is that anyway to greet the mother of your children?” You gave it back to him just as good as he had given.

“Depends...will she ever listen to any fucking thing I tell her?” He asks, walking away from the door and making his way into the kitchen.  

You follow him in, giving him an eye roll he can't see but it made you feel better nonetheless.

“What are you mad about anyway? Please tell me you’re not upset that I didn't marry Jase? In case you forgot, the wedding was busted up by the Feds. Marrying him really wasn't high on their priority list!” You really could believe that needed to be said since he was in attendance when the shit went down.

“You still could have figured out a way to marry him, Y/N!” Lance’s tone is getting a bit hostile, “You should be with him!”  

There's a look of confusion on your face as you watch the man you've spent the greater part of three years in love with. Lance was standing with his back up against a counter, arms crossed to his chest, in an act of dominance. You're pretty sure he's not trying to assert that at the moment, but you also think he's trying to hide his real feelings--like he's built up a wall. Maybe it's all an act. He has become pretty good actor after all these years.

“What's really going on Tucker?” You're standing at the island in his kitchen, close to the very spot where it all began. “Why have you given up?” This really isn't like Lance to let something go so easily. What's really going on with him?

“You think you got me figured out, huh?” He stepped away from the counter and walks to the front room, turning his back to you. “You just don't get it...I'm no good for you!” Lance plops himself down on his couch like a pouty child and placed his head in his hands. The only thing you could do was shake your head at his level of idiocy.  

“Why are you suddenly no good for me?” You start to walk towards the living room to join Lance. “From the moment you knew I was pregnant you've tried so hard to win me over! Hell, if we're being honest, I think the day I started having symptoms I was in this house puking my guts out and you were the sweetest guy ever. I thought for sure there had been a body swap and the real Lance Tucker was going to jump out of the closet, scaring me and taking my soul!” He removed his hands from his face and started laughing at your foolishness.

“I gave you up.” Lance says once he's done laughing, voice barely higher than a whisper. “Instead of fighting for you, I gave into Claire's demands. What kind of man toys with his kids and the woman he loves that way?”

“How ‘bout a man that was scared of losing them for good! I know what she was capable of--willing to do even. She was obviously bat shit crazy thinking any of this would work, but she did it, and it's done. So why can't we just move on?” You we're hoping to appeal to his better senses.  

“How's Jase?” Lance is looking into your eyes, daring you to lie about your feelings for the man you were supposed to marry. But no lie would come.

“As far as I know he's good. Well, that would be a lie really because how good could one person be knowing their uncle is at the heart of a political scandal? Jase told me he didn't know how deep the corruption went, but knew it had to be bad enough for Claire to blackmail him.” You know you were intentionally avoiding what Lance really wanted to know, but you'd start small and build the rest up.

“Have you rescheduled the wedding?” His stare never falls, eyes looking deep into your soul.

“No.” You shake your head, “There isn't going to be a wedding.” You're in a stare off with Lance. Neither one of you breaking contact.

“You belong with him.” Lances nostrils flare slightly, you tell he's getting agitated.

“I belong with you.” Your voice is calm, and that seems to be enough to break the camel's back. Lance stands and walks back to the kitchen, trying to put as much distance as he can between the two of you.

“I can't give you what you need!” He yells back at you, frustration in his tone.

“How do you know that?” You follow him into the kitchen, but make sure to keep enough empty space between you.

“Don't you see what I've done?! Look at every single decision I've made since I fucked you in this kitchen...even before then! I don't deserve you and you know it! I think you told me you hoped I ended up alone…that's what I deserve!” He angrily rubs his fingers through his hair, and his face is scrunched to hell.  

Lance does have a point. He hasn't been the very best model for future boyfriend, husband, father; but people can change. Lance can have this if he truly wants it. What he decides, though is up to him.  

“You know, I'm not arguing with you, it's not good for me or the babies. But maybe you should stop selling yourself short and think about what a future as a family would look like.” Maybe it's time you left. This wasn't going anywhere, and you'd been under enough stress lately.  

Lance just stands in the kitchen, saying nothing as you walk over to the door. “I was wrong, ya know.”

You looked over at him, delaying the moment you walk out the door and carry on with your life without him. “You're deserving of many things Lance Tucker. Just maybe don't wait so long to figure that out.”

You did your best to smile at him, but your pretty sure it looked forced. He remained silent, and you knew this was it. You were walking away from the man you loved once again.  

“Wait…” Lance finally speaks before you walked out his door, “I-uh…what about the babies?”

Well, at least he was concerned for them.

“What about them? We'll be fine. I may even move back home to Boston. Can't make any changes yet until the FBI lets me know how much they need from me.” You had forgotten to tell him about your place in all this and he hadn't asked. Guess that part hadn't even crossed your mind.  

“What do you mean how much they need from you? Why do they need you?” Lance has now moved over closer to you, intrigued by your previous statement. It feels nice to have him closer to you, but at the same time you fear the move is only temporary.  

“I was wearing a wire that day.” Lance crosses his arms to his chest upon hearing of your involvement. “I went to the FBI years ago when I got fired for knowing too much.”

Lance looks as though the lightbulb has gone off in his head. Three years ago, you started working for him and he wondered why a beautiful, young, professional woman such as yourself would take a job working for him. Now it suddenly made sense.  

“They couldn't do anything with the information I gave them, but they knew I was friends with Claire. Guess they kept that in the back of their minds when they were building their case. Right before the wedding, they came to me and said they had a pretty strong case for everything-even knew about the Governor being involved, and that I was about to marry his nephew. They also said they had some video evidence that had been brought to their attention. Technically, they couldn't use it, but they asked me to wear a wire in the hopes she would damn her and everyone else, if provoked. Guess I poked the bear enough for her to confess everything in a more official manner. Everything was an act. I had a part to play, and I had to make sure it was all believable as possible. I had to make sure the Feds got what they needed.”

Everything was out. You'd told him your involvement with the mess that has been your lives. The scandal had been just one of the reasons you weren't marrying Jase. There was no way you wanted your kids anywhere near the governor's name or connected to his family. It was a damn shame too, Jase really wasn't all that bad of a guy.  

“God, we're idiots.” Lance chuckles and moves in slowly, wrapping you up in a hug. His arms felt amazing around you, and truth be told, you didn't want him to let go.

“I was the one that provided them with the video.”

You move back from his reach and look in his eyes.

“She confessed some of her sins in my home. I had cameras installed when you hired that chick-let's not say her name, and Claire had confessed her sins to me.” You laughed and he continued on, “So I took it to the police, and the Detective said he knew the lead Agent on the case, uh-Jones?”

“Johnson. Agent Johnson,” you interrupted.

“Yeah, that's him. After looking at it, he told me they'd take it from there. I had no idea they'd go to you. If I'd known, I would have never played into her hands and we could have worked together as a team. Team Tucker.”

You rolled your eyes at the name, “Team Tucker is in my stomach, kicking at their idiotic father's use of their name. But yeah...we’re a couple of idiots. We've been letting the wrong things run our lives.”

Lance and you haven't really thought any of this through. All your decisions have been based upon impulsiveness or other people's involvement. It's time you both took control of your shit and begin anew.  

“I think I have a way to change things.” Lance says to you with a devilish grin. You have no idea what his plan is, but it must be good by the look on his face.

Lance turns you around and pushes you out his door. He turns you around again, and you look at him in shock.

“Stay here,” he says to you with a smile upon his face, before he shuts the door on you and walks away.

You are so confused by his change and also by the fact that you are now outside Lance’s home, when just seconds ago the two of you were in his kitchen discussing how idiotic you had been. Jesus, what the hell is this man thinking now and where the fuck had he run off too?

After what seems like eternity, Lance opens the door, greeting you with a smile. He's now in a white t-shirt and jeans, instead of the track suit he had on when he opened the door for you the first time. This is one of your favorite Lance Tucker looks. He’s one super sexy man.  

“Hi! You must, be Y/N. I've been expecting you!” Lance is giving you a charming grin as he holds out his hand.

You look him over and nod in approval. Looks like it's time to start over and do this right.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You take the hand offered to you. “It's nice to meet you, but I think I'm out of my depth here.” You look down at yourself letting your eyes fall to your very enlarged stomach.

Lance immediately picks up on what you’re doing, and scoffs at your assessment, “That's the last thing you need to worry about. Would you like to come in and look around?” Lance gives you a wink and you find yourself falling for the man all over again at the attempt at a fresh start.

“Yes… I’d like that.”  

Lance opens the door wide and ushers you in, never once letting go of your hand since you placed it in his.

“Let's just call this a new beginning,” Lance says, as he places his arms around you and carefully lifts you to the kitchen island so your face to face with him; leaning in for a passionate kiss for the first time in forever.

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jantom 208

Jantom, E

(Ao3)

There have been so many times when Janna proved her dominance over her boyfriend. A few well-chosen words, a whip, a strap-on, a few well-chosen spells... With her arsenal of toys, her ingenuity and her libido, it was clear she was the one wearing pants in their relationship.

This was not one of those moments.

With her hands chained behind her, and his on the back of her head, Tom pushed himself forward, seemingly oblivious to the cries Janna produced while he stuffed her mouth his cock.

The accumulated desire to dominate her had to burst sometime, and Tom used her quick moment of vulnerability to bring her down to knees and let the mortal do the demon's bidding for once.

And Janna loved it.

Tears might have trickled from her eyes, but she revelled in the combined smells and tastes that overwhelmed her senses. He was musky, salty, and undeniably sulphur-y, each of his fragrances multiplied by the sheer warmth of his cock he rammed deep inside her mouth. This, combined with the bumpy, alien texture of his cock that usually stimulated her pussy so well, made Janna light-headed, though she wasn't sure if it was from the fumes she inhaled, or from her incoming orgasm.

Asserting her dominance over her, Tom bucked his hips, each move bringing her lips a fraction of inch closer to his balls. Meanwhile, Janna tried her best to wriggle out of Tom's chains, but up to no avail.

- You'd like to make yourself cum wouldn't you? - he spoke, watching Janna's struggle - Just like I wanted last time, remember?

Janna did, and she let out a humble whimper, receiving only more of him in return.

- No one's... gonna... peg the Prince of the Underworld! - he roared, smashing his abdomen against her face.

Her eyes bulged, and as she did so, she felt the familiar pulsing sensation on her tongue, just when flames erupted from Tom's nostrils. The heat of his cock was nothing compared to the one of the molten seed he begun pouring into her throat in long, hefty streams.

Only when he retreated, after a solid minute of unloading himself inside her, he graced her with few last feeble spurts of his cum that reached her palate, and she willingly tasted and swallowed it down, as if it was a reward for her obedience, since most of his seed flooded her stomach without leaving any taste.

Janna took much needed gasp of air, falling into a coughing fit, and only then she realised she could use her hands again.

- You okay, there? - Tom kneeled in front of her. - Never... Never been better. - she smiled - That was a nice payback for the last month... - Oh, no, no, that was a payback for just Monday the 21st - Tom suddenly stood up. - Are you up for more? - I don't think you should ask me that, Tom. - she smiled, wondering what else he had planned for her.

[welcome-to-my-daydreams]

Kneel

Summary: Even the King of Asgard answers to someone.

Pairings: Thor x Reader 

Type: One Shot

Warnings: fighting couple, smut, swearing

Word Count: 2,964

A/N: I think Thor would have trouble balancing ruling the kingdom and being a good husband at first. Oftentimes the kingdom would come first and it would be hard as his wife. But nevertheless his wife would be the ruler of their household and he would worship her.

Masterlist

“It’s late, my lady. Perhaps you should retire to your room for the night.”

One of your ladies in waiting had entered the room where you had been waiting to have dinner with your husband. The food had gone cold and the sun had set hours ago. The guards in the palace had switched to their night shifts and your ladies were anxious to end the day.

You took a sip of the crimson red wine you had been nursing the last few hours and looked out over the terrace into one of the palace courtyards. He was late, again. But not just late. You knew that he wouldn’t be coming. 

With a frustrated huff you turned towards the dinner table. You couldn’t stand the looks of pity you received from your ladies as they cleaned up the room. This was the 6th dinner in a row Thor had missed, not including the dozens of other meals that were not intended to be special, but he was absent from all the same. 

During the first year of your marriage to Thor you had spent a lot of time at home on Earth and Thor would come to visit you about once a month. But you had promised Thor to spend the long season in Asgard this year, in hopes to spend more time together. But in fact, you’ve actually spent even less quality time together since. You knew he was busy, you knew he had a duty to the kingdom, but you couldn’t help but feel like you had been pushed off to the side. Forgotten and alone.

“Thank you, Hedda. You and the others finish up here and I’ll make my way to my chambers.” You said through gritted teeth. 

“Are you sure my lady? I can accompany you if-”

“No Hedda, thank you. I’ll be fine on my own.”

You finished your cup of wine and slammed the glass down on the table before leaving the room. As you walked down the echoing corridor of the palace your frustration grew. You knew exactly where he was. 

The massive doors to the throne room were closed and two of guards stood posted in front. 

“I’m sorry your highness, but The King has given us strict orders not to disturb them.”

You took a deep breath. This was something you had grown significantly sick of as you settled into your life here on Asgard. You were The Queen. You had been wed to Thor in both Earthly and Asgardian ceremonies and you were coronated right here in the very room they refused to let you in. It was like your title meant nothing. You had more authority when you were living and working at The Avengers tower in New York.

You addressed them in your most queen-like voice. “Mikkel, Torvald my husband has been in that goddamn room day and night for the last week. I have not seen him. I have not spoken to him and I demand you let me through.”

The young soldiers looked at each other and decided to step aside. You smiled at the boys, “Thank you gentlemen. I will not forget this.” You nodded to them and pushed your way into the room. 

It was dim, with only the torches along the vast walls to light the hall. In the middle of the room was a massive wooden table, covered in maps and scrolls and letters and surrounded by four men in the middle of a deep discussion. A conversation so deep, that they hadn’t even heard you walk in. 

You made your way toward the table, crossing your arms and clearing your throat. They all looked up from their planning, surprised to see someone new in the room. 

“Your Highness!” the three men accompanying Thor stood straight and bowed to you. “Good evening, Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun. Or should I say, Good night.” All three men looked down at the ground. Understanding immediately what you visit was about. 

Thor stood at the head of the table. He saw the anger in your face and put the scrolls he was reading down to make his way toward you. He was wearing the grey tunic you loved and his long hair was partly tied back by a few delicate braids. You were always taken back by his beauty. But this time you had to stay strong. “(y/n), my love. I am sorry that I missed our dinner this evening. We’ve been bombarded with troubles in Nidavellir...”

“Gentlemen, can you please give me a moment alone with my husband?” You said with your arms still cross and a stern look on your face. “Take the guards with you.” You ordered.

As the Warriors Three and the palace guards left you alone in the throne room, Thor gave you a pleading look. Placing one hand on each of your arms. “(y/n), please. Try to understand.”

“Try to understand? Try to understand what exactly?” Your raised your voice and wiggled your way out of his grasp. “That I married a king? That I married a kingdom? That there are matters to handle on one of the realms? That I need to make sacrifices for the greater good?” You asked almost mockingly.

Thor looked relieved, “..yes, exactly!”

You rolled your eyes. “How about the fact that I haven’t seen you in a week?” You questioned him. “Hm? Doesn’t that matter? I left my home to be with you here and I’ve spent more time alone than I have with you! Is it so difficult to make time for me?”

Thor leaned his fists into the table. He was stressed and tired and not prepared for a fight with you right now. “(y/n) I cannot put an uprising on hold just because you want to have a meal with me.” Your anger grew from deep within you as he continued.

“Since my father’s death the realms have been testing Asgard, testing me. I must give them my full attention right now. I cannot rest until Nidavellir is dealt with.” He looked sternly at you from across the table.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Thor? Be honest with yourself, you just like the glory of being in the middle of it all! If you could go to fight the war yourself right now you would! There’s always something going on with the other realms. You know very well that your men can help you with most of this.” You said, pointing to the mass of maps and scrolls on the table. “Even if it just gives you a few hours of free time. Just one goddamn hour to see your wife! Or god forbid, to send her a letter or a message letting her know you won’t be coming so that she doesn't just sit there waiting for you like a fool!” You began to walk around the room. “Oh yeah, that’s a nice image! The Queen of Asgard sits alone in her chambers, again with no friends, nothing to do and a missing husband.” You were yelling now. 

Thor lowered his gaze. He had meant to inform you about his absence this evening, but it had completely slipped his mind. To be honest, he hadn’t even noticed that a whole week had gone by and he now felt terrible. It was important to him to be a good king. But even more so to be a good husband to you.

“My love, please forgive me. I miss you terribly and I want to make it up to you.” He pulled you into a hug. “Let’s take a few days and head to the lake country. No visitors and no work. I can arrange it with the men and ask Heimdall and Sif to aid the war council as well.” He lifted your chin with his finger he tried to sway you into forgiveness. 

His proposal sounded perfect. All you really wanted was to spend time with him. But you were still angry that he forgot about you tonight and all those other nights. You wanted to punish him, to push his buttons, so you pulled away. “No.”

“No?” Thor asked confused. The prospect of a romantic holiday almost always melted your anger away.

You walk away from him, and stared at the throne at the top of the large steps in the hall.

You made your way up the steps. When you got to the top you traced the arm rest of the golden throne before sitting in it. Shifting slightly to get the feel of it. Resting your arms on the arm rests and looking at Thor’s quizzical expression.

“What does the Queen want of her King?” Thor asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

You thought about it for a moment. Leaving the two of you in a long silence only broken by the cracking fire in the torches.

“I want you to kneel. I want you to kneel, right there.” You pointed to the space on the floor right in front of your feet.”

“Excuse me?” Thor raised an eyebrow. No longer amused at your coy behaviour.

You leaned forward slightly, “I said. Kneel.”

He was angry now. His nostrils flaring and eyes set on you. “Don’t forget your place, wife.” 

You smiled wickedly. “Oh, I think it’s you who’s forgotten my place, husband.”

You straightened your back and stared at him. Never breaking eye contact. Asserting your dominance. “Thor, son of Odin, King of Asgard and God of Thunder. Kneel before your Queen.”

You both stood in silence for a few moments. Neither of you giving up your resolve.

Thor looked at you, his anger at your nerve mixed with a sense of pride. He took in all your beauty as you sat in the throne above him. Looking regal. Like a true queen commanding one of her subjects. The way your hair fell against your shoulders, like a cascade of (y/h/c) waves, reminded him of your wedding day. The Midgardian diamond he gave you glimmered in the low, evening light of the throne room. 

He clenched his jaw. You were a royal pain sometimes. He was the king of Asgard. And a king knelt to no-one. But you were his wife and his queen and he loved you. 

Finally, a tiny smirk broke through the corner of his mouth as he made his way up the steps until he was level with you. He looked at you hard again, you could feel the conflict inside of him and revelled in it. 

He dropped to one knee in front of you never breaking eye contact.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the smile pushing its way through as he gave in to you. 

Thor’s eyes moved along your neck and along your collarbone. Your dress’s sheer material allowed for Thor’s imagination to run wild. He continued drinking in your beauty, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

You felt your cheeks go red as his beautiful blue eyes burn into you. He was melting your tough facade like butter. You shifted on the throne, trying to distract yourself from his affect on you. But it only encouraged him even more.

“What would the Queen of Agard have of me?” He asked softly and he slides closer to you and removes the sandals from your feet and placed them to the side. You gasped quietly at his touch as your heartbeat quickens. Through bated breath you answered, “I want to be your equal.”

Still looking up at you, he moves his fingers under the hem of your dress and begins to trace up your legs at a slow pace. You bite down on your lip again, the heat in your core pooling into the cloth between your legs.

“Oh (y/n). You are not my equal.” He pushes your legs open to move closer to you, untying the silk undergarment that covered your core. He cupped your ass in his large hands and pulled you into his chest. He rolled the skirt of your dress up to your thigh and gave you a knowing look.

“You are the Queen of Asgard and as your husband I am but your humble servant.” He smiled up at you. “Now let me serve you, your highness.”

He lowered his face between your legs.

You throw your head back as he took you into his mouth. His warm tongue licking circles between your wet folds before moving up to circle the sensitive ball of nerves on your clit. 

Your knuckles went white as you grip the arm rests of the throne. The bubble in your core inflating with every stroke. Your thighs holding Thor’s head in place, unwilling to let him go. 

His grip on your ass grew stronger and he dived deeper into you. His tongue straying from your clit and moving down to you entrance so he could fuck your pussy with his tongue. 

You leaned back on the throne and let out a loud moan. It echoed through the entire room. The noise pulled a deep groan out of Thor, who could feel your walls tightening around his tongue. He began to suck on you. Bringing all of you into his mouth. You’re moans had turned to screams as you squirmed in the throne, waiting for the bubble to burst inside you. 

He continued to suck the orgasm out of you, pulling you deeper into his mouth and holding you tightly. Never intending to let you go. 

Thor didn’t relent as your bubble burst within you. The rush of heat consumed you as the wave of pleasure washed over your entire body. Your screams came out in uneven gasps and Thor held you even tighter as your body convulsed from the release.

He came up from between your legs and took you face in his hands, kissing you deeply and opening your mouth with his tongue, his beard scratching your face with every movement. You pulled on his shirt, desperate to grab onto something. 

You need him inside you. You’d been craving his touch for days and couldn’t wait any longer. 

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him towards the floor. As he lied down on his back you straddled him. Your weight on top of his hard bulge pulled a moan from the god’s lips as he sat up and took the back of your head in his hand and kissed you again.

“I’ve missed your touch, (y/n).” He said between kisses. “I’m sorry for being so distant.”

“Shut up.” You said kissing him hard and biting his bottom lip as you undid the laces in his trousers. You lifted the fabric of your dress out of the way and lowered yourself onto his huge, bulging cock.

As your tight pussy squeezed around his member he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Sucking and nibbling on the soft, sensitive skin wrapping you tightly in his arms as you thrust your body up and down.

The throne room filled with echoes of moans, whines and the sound of your clothes brushing against each other. 

Thor grabbed your hips with both hands and used his strength to lift you up and down even harder than before, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You fell into his shoulder as the euphoria washed over you. You wrapped around his neck with one arm and steadied yourself on his thigh with the other. 

You began to grind your hips into his cock, craving to have him deeper and deeper inside you. And Thor was desperate to feel every inch of you around him. He had missed the taste of your skin, the smell of your hair and the sound of your voice. Your whines and moans had unraveled him completely. You were his strongest weakness. 

Thor could feel your orgasm coming closer. Your walls were tightening and you started breathing in desperate gasps. The knowledge that he was responsible for your current state only made him moan louder. The sound of your deep gasps drawing his orgasm nearer. He thrust you on top of him harder and faster as the two of you came to your finish in unison. Your walls convulsing around him and his cock twitching inside you. 

It took a moment for the two of you to come down from your ecstasy. You were wrapped completely in each other, your bodies heaving as you caught your breaths. Your body was dead weight against his broad chest as he stroked your back with gentle fingers.

You lifted your weight off of Thor and took his face into your hands to give him a deep and loving kiss. Thor pulled away and brushed a long (y/h/c) strand off your shoulder and peppered it with kisses.

You giggled as his beard tickled your skin. But you were both startled when a sound of the huge doors opening filled the room. You squealed as two guards came into the room and saw the two of you still sitting in your post coital state. 

“Your majesty we have news from-”

“Get out you fool!” Thor yelled in a thunderous voice that made your knees weak. You laughed into his shoulder. Utterly embarrassed. The guards left the room in a rush and slammed the door behind them. Thor gave a hearty laugh before lifting you to your feet and getting up to adjust himself in his pants.

He took a few steps down the stairs before holding his hand out towards you. “May I escort your royal highness to your chambers. I think our business might take all night” He winked into his charming smile.

“Yes you may, my love.” You answered taking his hand as you both rushed towards your private quarters. 

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