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hlizr50 · 2 years ago

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You See a Sight that Almost Stops Your Heart

Thriller Night: Part 1 - Ruhn x Lidia

Ruhn has barely heard from Lidia all day, and now she's late. He can't help but worry, but whenshe arrives he finds out that she has plans for him. And quite a few surprises.

Content Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Shameless Smut, Piercings, References to Bondage

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Author: @hlizr50 | Masterlist

This is the first installment of Thriller Night: A Crescent City Kinktober Event! Make sure to check out the rest of the collection and the other amazing authors!

Part 1: Ruhn x Lidia by @hlizr50

Part 2: Hunt x Bryce by @headcanonheadcase

Part 3: Ithan x Wolf Mystic (Willow) by @headcanonheadcase

Part 4: Hypaxia x Celestina by @damedechance

Part 5: Fury x Juniper by @vikingmagic33

Part 6: Declan x Marc by @mystical-blaise

Part 7: Flynn x Ariadne by @ofduskanddreams

Part 8: Tharion by @damedechance

Thriller Night Masterlist

The collection will be updated daily on AO3 and the masterlist. The collection will be complete and all updates finalized by end of day 10/31.

For what must have been the fourth or fiftieth time, Ruhn fished his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, the screen lighting with the time and date as soon as it sensed him holding it up. Technology was fucking awesome, but those gleaming white letters and numbers were just taunting him, as were the lack of message notifications in the corner.

Where the Hel was she?

Sure, they hadn’t agreed on a strict time. If they had, she would have been there right on the dot. Lidia was rigid and regimented, perfectly punctual. If the Valbaran prince had asked her to meet at some ridiculously random time - 6:37pm or something stupid like that - she would be there before the clock struck 6:38.

And, yes, everyone, even Lidia Cervos, knew that if a party started at 8pm, it didn’t really start then. Even though they were all grown-ass adults, this still held somewhat true. He and his friends had all fallen into serious relationships. They had all experienced war and loss and fear in the last few years, and they’d all matured to some extent.

But Death Day was a party, and if anyone knew how to party, it was Ruhn Danaan, Declan Emmett, and Tristan Flynn.

He’d left his shifter in their bed this morning, with little more than a kiss and a reminder that he would be at the house at 8 to help Flynn out. They had settled on nothing more than that, and she had been incredibly quiet throughout the day. Her texts had been short, straight to the point. And she hadn’t even called him a pig or sent him an eyeroll emoji when he asked what she was wearing tonight. Just a promise that he would see when she got there.

He looked at his phone again.

8:41pm.

“No costume tonight?” Flynn’s booming chuckle broke him from his reverie before one hand clapped him on the shoulder, the other handing Ruhn a beer. Grateful, he took it, popping the top and shooting his friend a smirk. Ruhn knew there was a keg somewhere - knowing Flynn there may well be three or four - but he was appreciative of the offering of one of his favorites in the brown glass bottle. At least to start.

“Nah. We both decided not to.”

“Too bad. Would’ve loved to see her dressed as a sexy cat or medwitch.” Flynn sighed wistfully, earning an elbow to the gut.

“Were you daydreaming about my mate in a sexy Death Day costume? The fuck, Flynn?” Ruhn couldn’t keep the edge in his voice, shaking his head with a resigned half-grin at his brother. For all the gods, he could not understand how Ariadne managed to keep him in line. “Does a certain dragon know about this? I can’t imagine she’d be particularly happy.” Flynn’s brown eyes widened slightly as he coughed on the swig of beer he’d just taken, causing the raven-haired male’s grin to widen into something more devious.

“No, no that’s not necessary,” his friend wheezed, clearing his throat. Ruhn’s jaw dropped, ready to say more, but the doorbell rang its shrill, olden days buzz. Saved by the bell, the young lord strode to the door, Ruhn following as he pulled it open. There was a strange silence, but he couldn’t yet see who had arrived. “Sweet fucking fuck, Cervos, you sure know how to make an entrance.” Flynn still hadn’t moved, and knowing that Lidia was the one on the threshold of the mansion and that his friend was clearly ogling her drew a rumble of warning from his chest. Gripping a shoulder, Ruhn all but threw his friend to the side, nearly desperate to see his lover after being made to wait so long.

But he was so woefully unprepared for what he saw.

The first thing he noticed was a familiar dark hilt jutting from behind her. His brows knitted for a moment, unsure why she would be carrying the Starsword. But then he took the rest of her in, and his forehead relaxed as the rest of his face and body went slack.

Long, luxurious golden hair was pulled into an elaborate braid that somehow looked both messy and intentional, forming something of a mohawk down the center of her head. Not unlike his own hair, which - as his violet-blue eyes trailed down the rest of her - may have been the intent. Her leather jacket was open, revealing a tiny, cropped v-neck tee and a toned stomach dotted with temporary tattoos that were decent enough imitations of the ones that decorated his skin. A chunky black belt ringed the top of indecent denim shorts, the frayed hem falling over fishnet tights.

Ruhn could feel his jeans tightening as his perusal followed the little diamond pattern until they reached her knees. And there, his gaze followed little laces as they passed under chains and buckles that seemed to blaze in the moonlight, until his intense study of her form finally reached her toes. Working on a swallow, his palm absently rubbing against his chest, he found her questioning gaze. Twin burning lanterns of liquid gold surrounded by smoke and shadow. And fuck those lips - painted a sinful shade of what he could only describe as ‘fuck-me red’.

“I thought…” The fae male had to clear his throat before rasping the words, “I thought we weren’t dressing up.” Lidia shrugged, those crimson lips stretching into a satisfied smirk. She stepped forward, entering his space, her face tilted up to his.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she cooed. Then she placed her palms on his chest and stretched up to place a kiss on his lips - a kiss that was far too innocent to have come from the bewitching sex goddess before him.

“It is a very, very good surprise,” he murmured, voice husky and ragged. He needed to get her inside. Somewhere private. Hopefully his raging hard-on wouldn’t be too noticeable as he rushed her to the nearest bathroom, though that seemed like it would be too cramped to be able to appreciate what she’d put together. And it would be a shame if he tore it off her before the night had even started…

Lidia’s breath was a searing brand at his ear. He hadn’t even felt her move. “It’s not the only one,” she whispered. With a casual pat to his pectoral, the jaw-dropping shifter moved around him and padded into the mansion, leaving a stunned Ruhn Danaan still trying to catch his breath.

The cool night air seeped into his skin, the chill sealing her absence. With a blink he spun, realizing that his mate - dressed as pure sin - was alone in that house. Males would be looking at her, Flynn being one of them, and his feet moved on a surge of possessiveness. When he found her she was talking to the bastard in question, and he grew impossibly harder when he noticed the way her ass cheeks peeked out temptingly from her shorts. Not to mention the way that long braid trailed down her back, over the sword he’d worn for so many years before Bryce had revealed herself as the true Starborn heir. He never realized seeing Lidia wearing a sword was something he needed in his life, but now he found himself wondering what she would look like if that was the only thing she wore.

It was that notion that solidified his certainty that they needed some… private time.

A few purposeful strides and he was behind her, his hands clutching her hips and pulling her against him. The friction was delicious, and he knew there was no way she couldn’t feel his arousal at her back. Ruhn hummed casually, dipping his chin over her shoulder and pressing his mouth against her cheek.

“I missed you today,” he murmured, letting his nose and mouth roam up toward her ear. “And I think we need some alone time”

She didn’t excuse herself from the conversation, didn’t utter a single word. Lidia only turned her chin to look into his eyes, the corner of her lips lifting. Gripping one of the hands at her hip she began walking, leading her mate to the stairs and beginning the climb. Her ass swayed, practically in his face, those shorts hiding so little. Gods, he wanted to cup those delectable, muscled cheeks.

“My eyes are up here, Princeling,” she crooned, turning a knowing golden gaze over her shoulder as she walked.

“So all of this is purely innocent, then? No intention of distracting me with your tiny scraps that could barely be considered clothing?”

“Do you not like them?” Her pace quickened, tugging on his arm to pull him faster, until they reached the landing. He jerked his arm back, pulling her into his chest with a squeak, and let his palms find the curve of her waist.

“Don’t go putting words in my mouth, now, sweet girl.” The words were more of a growl than anything civilized, and the way her eyes glittered made his heart tumble and flutter. Lidia Cervos was testing his control.

Ruhn had always kept himself on a short leash with the shifter. Knowing what he did about her time with Pollux Antonius, he was always careful. It would gut him if he ever did something to cause her pain or fear. She’d assured him that he didn’t have to be so delicate, on more than one occasion. And now…

His attention had been so focused on her heated stare and parted lips that he hadn’t even realized that she’d pulled him into what appeared to be a study, with built-in shelves and a great desk, all crafted from dark cherry wood. And she continued her backward journey, until she was pressed against the beveled edge of the wooden surface. Ruhn leaned forward and rested his palms upon the cool, lacquered finish, caging the delectable female between muscled arms painted with intricate scrollwork and flowers and symbols. The beating pulse below her ear called to him, and he did not deny himself a taste of her sweetness.

Her lovely mint-and-rosemary scent flooded his senses as his lips brushed her heartbeat, then over her jaw, until he reached her crimson lips. He wanted to dive into them, plunge into her warmth. But when he ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth her hands pressed against his chest. When he lifted his eyes, he found her darkened gaze. She pushed him with more force, until he had to take a step back, and then another, and another. Until his back hit the wall.

“Lidia,” he murmured, watching her as her lips curled into a devilish smile. One finger pushed against the ring in his lower lip, and then she trailed it over his chin and down his throat, and further still. Until she had lowered herself to her knees before him, her fingers working first at his belt, then the button and fly of his jeans. “Lidia, baby, what are you doing?” he asked, but he reached over to shut the study door. His raging arousal had not quieted in the least, and he hissed as his mate pulled down his pants and boxers and exposed him to the cool evening air.

“I told you I had more surprises,” she purred, stroking him from base to tip and earning an animalistic groan. She was going to be the death of him. He stared at her as she opened her mouth, watching his cock slide between her blood red lips. It was all wet heat and pleasure, but there was something else, a new sensation as her tongue met his rigid length.

“Holy fuck,” he growled, feeling something smooth and cool flicking against him as the tip of her tongue toyed with him. Reaching down he gripped her chin, pulling himself out of her mouth. “Open up and show me your tongue, sweet girl.” It hadn’t been intended as a command, but there was no helping it. Ruhn was positively feral with need, and if he was about to see what he thought he would, he might explode right there.

And there it fucking was, a metal bar through her tongue, a little silver ball the culprit of those strange, incredible feelings. His grip tightened, and she giggled.

“I was thorough when putting together this costume, Ruhn,” she said, voice seductive as sin. “Very, very thorough.”

The prince pulled the golden-haired female to her feet, his grip hard on her jaw as he claimed his kiss, forcing his tongue into battle and playing with her new metal decoration. His erection was stiff against her stomach, growing achingly more rigid at the realization that her thoroughness may expand to other hidden areas. After all, she’d said there were more surprises, plural, hadn’t she?

He swallowed her heavy breaths with a groan and gripped her ass, pleasantly surprised that her immediate response was to lift her legs and hook them around his waist. Ruhn hurriedly walked them back to the desk, stepping out of his boxers and jeans in the process. Muscular legs relaxed when he settled Lidia upon the polished wood surface The dark-haired fae was unwilling to move his mouth from hers, but began fumbling at the buckles that kept the scabbard at her back.

“Impatient,” Lidia rasped against his lips with an amused huff. His hands didn’t slow, even for a moment, ripping the leather jacket down her arms as soon as the ancient blade clattered down to the floor.

“The only reason I’m not tearing these scraps off you is because this,” he palmed a breast over her tiny t-shirt, “and this,” his hand slid slightly further up, settling over what felt like a heartbeat as heavy and needy as his own, “are mine.” His words fell out between kisses, only separating long enough to pull the miniature tee over her head, revealing the scandalous black mesh bra that hid almost nothing, but did glorious things for her cleavage. And the little gold bar between those perfect breasts called to him - a blessed, simple front clasp.

Thank fuck.

“I waited so long for you, for the chance to stand by your side. And I don’t want to share. Is that all right, sweet girl?” Her answering moan went straight to his cock, and his calloused fingers finally unhooked the clasp to her lingerie, freeing her from her confines.

It was nothing less than an act of the gods that he didn’t cum right then.

Because through the peak of her left nipple was another little bar, each end a tiny gunmetal ball. A piercing to match his own.

Thorough, indeed.

“You’re fucking killing me, Lidia,” he growled, lowering his head to suck the pierced bud between his teeth. Her gasp was a gale-forced wind, fanning the flames of his lust as she plunged her fingers into his braid.

“Good, because it hurt like a motherfucker,” she answered. Ruhn’s chuckle was rich with dark promise as it rumbled from his chest and off his tongue, stimulating the bud he’d suckled into his mouth. Her other breast was in his palm, as he squeezed and massaged the sensitive flesh. When her fingers tightened against his scalp, he was only spurred onward.

His hands found her belt buckle as he trailed his tongue up over her chest, tasting her collarbone and throat before nibbling at her jaw. “Any more hidden surprises waiting for me, Starlight?” Ruhn grinned against her heated skin, reveling in the way her need seemed to match his own, her hips undulating as he opened the belt and unbuttoned and unzipped those teeny tiny shorts. “Lift your hips, baby.” With the shorts gone, the fishnets were next. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, and his arousal twitched with impatience.

Only the fishnets were left. And, much to his utter delight, tearing them open was a very viable option.

And tear them open he did.

“Gods-fucking-dammit,” he snarled. Her wetness shimmered in the moonlight, but it was the tiny ring in the hood that covered her clit that had sent him into a string of feral curses.

“Surpriiiiiise,” she mused, clearly satisfied with herself. But he would wipe that smug grin off her face. Ruhn would show her who was in charge, and he plunged two fingers deep into her slick heat, immediately pistoning them inside her. “Oh, fuck, Ruhn!” she cried, her fingers returning to his nape. She was so wet, so ready for him, and already so close to the edge. Not that he could blame her - he’d been about to explode since he saw her on the doorstep.

“Ready so soon?” he crooned, a question he didn’t expect her to answer. Instead of waiting for a response, he knelt down and sucked that little hoop into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive bud beneath it.

Lidia shattered, his name a wail on her lips, but his fingers kept working. His mouth remained on her, stretching her ecstasy until she collapsed onto the desk, legs trembling. Ruhn met her liquid gold gaze above her heaving breasts, flashing a rakish grin. One of her hands reached to him, brushing over his temple in invitation. He stood first, then leaned his body over hers, taking in her languid state with smug male satisfaction.

“Why are you not naked?”

Confused, the fae male glanced over to where his pants were puddled on the floor, before looking down at his black shirt with an amused huff. He hadn’t even realized. Hel, he still had his socks and shoes on. Sexy. But he took it in stride. “I could ask you the same question,” he crooned, jerking his chin toward her ruined fishnets and tall combat boots, the many chains and buckles catching the pale light drifting in through the windows.

“Well, whose fault is that?” Lidia demanded, voice cracking. Violet eyes darkened beneath a cocked eyebrow, the inked Vanir enjoying the challenge in her tone, ready to tease.

“As I recall,” Ruhn drawled, turning his attention to the zipper on the inside of her calf. The boots were a veritable bondage wet dream, if he were honest, the silver hardware glinting against the supple black leather. “You were quite impatient.” He tugged at the pull slowly, devastatingly so, humming in satisfaction as her shapely calf was revealed to him, inch by delectable inch. When he finally reached the bottom, he gingerly tugged the shoe off her foot, looking into his mate’s eyes as he tossed it carelessly to the floor with a few clinks and a thud. Then his focus shifted to her other leg. He dragged a finger over the three gleaming buckles at her ankle and the leather straps that circled it, before lifting a few strands of thick layered chains. When he dropped them the links jingled against each other, a sweet song of kinky promise. Ruhn found himself wishing they were detachable, his erection reminding him that he was still very much wanting as his mind conjured visions of his Starlight’s wrists and ankles wrapped in metal. He looked up at her again, finding that she’d lifted herself, sitting up and leaning back on her hands.

“I like these.” He smirked at the faint blush that colored her cheeks, wondering if she was imagining the same things he was. “A lot.”

“Is that so?” she replied breathily as Ruhn unzipped the remaining boot, eyes glued to fathomless pools of amber. He assumed it fell to the floor, but he was truly aware of nothing. Nothing except her. “You like leather and buckles and chains?” He didn’t miss how her tongue darted out to wet her lips. How her voice did not seem timid or fearful. But still he hesitated, wary of digging up any triggers that the Hammer might have left in his wake. Toeing his shoes and socks off, he let the silence stretch, watching her expression for any hint of uncertainty. When he saw nothing but her piqued interest and a tilt of the chin he leaned in, placing his palms on the desk on either side of her hips, the tips of his fingers brushing across her manicured nails. Her breath warmed his lips - so close - and he craved a taste.

“And what if I said that I do?” Ruhn waited, watched. Every blink, twitch of her lips, crinkle of her nose or brow. Searching for the slightest bit of concern. It didn’t take her but a moment to answer.

“You told me once that you’re a dominant male,” she began, dragging her plump lower lip between her teeth. Ruhn lifted a hand to cup her cheek, the rough pad of his thumb sweeping across the apple.

“And I also said that I don’t pressure my partners into things they don’t–” Lidia silenced him, closing the distance between them and stealing his words with a kiss. Her fingers skated over the buzzed side of his head, and he shuddered.

“Show me,” she whispered against his lips. Ruhn drew back, only a breath. Only far enough to let her words wash over him and his wide-eyed stare, to see the truth in her gaze.

Any remaining restraint he’d had vanished the moment her lips tilted into a gentle smile.

Ruhn surged forward, splitting her grin with his tongue and plundering those delicious red lips. Her hands cupped his face, holding on tight. His chuckle was dark against her mouth, and he brought his hands up to grip her wrists, pushing them away from his face before grabbing both in his broad palm. Lifting them over her head, the tattooed male leaned over her, forcing her to return to her back, her arms hitting the surface of the desk a moment later. Ruhn’s braid dangled down over a muscled shoulder as he loomed over her. Something deep within him stirred as he glanced up to her wrists in his grasp and pinned to the lacquered wood. He returned his focus to her face as he slowly, gratuitously drew his other hand up her body - her toned stomach, then up between her breasts. Until his palm fell against her neck, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His whisper was fierce. Reverent, even as his fingers burrowed into the hair at her nape. He lowered his lips to the corner of her mouth before flashing a devilish grin. “I have you right where I want you now, Starlight.” The shifter seemed to shudder beneath his touch, and it went straight to his aching cock. He could smell her arousal, heady and sweet. He needed to feel it, to be in it. And so his hand began a downward journey, retracing its path down her torso until it dipped below her navel, then further still. Until he reached her apex, calloused fingers stopping just short of that aching bud he’d had his mouth on mere minutes before. His thumb found that little ring in her hood and she gasped, the cool metal reminding him just how perfect she was. How she knew just how to push all his buttons.

“Are you ready for me, Lidia?” he crooned, inching his touch lower, until he found wetness and delicious, searing heat. His eyes rolled back, his exaggerated inhale and exhale stuttering. “Gods, you’re practically fucking dripping for me.” He looked up to her, casually shrugging a shoulder before sinking two fingers deep into her. Her wrists tensed in his grip as she flexed her fingers, a moan passing through her lips. Ruhn leaned back in, stealing a tender kiss. Then another, then a third. All the while, he lazily pumped his fingers in and out. Gods, all he wanted was to be inside her, burying himself to the hilt over and over with a punishing rhythm. But there would be time for that, and he was a patient male. Just because the sexy shifter had asked him to take charge didn’t mean it was going to be some messy, thoughtless, animalistic rough fuck. Ruhn was prepared to take his time, to drive his mate mad with pleasure. After all she’d been through, it was the least she deserved.

But, of course, he would be pounding into her before he was through - ideally reaching his climax to the sweet song of her screaming his name.

He took this chance to take her in - the way her cheeks and chest flushed, the way her eyelashes fell low over liquid pools of pure gold. A tiny whimper fell from her lips, and her hips bucked against his ministrations.

“Tell me what you want, Lidia,” was his response. Her answer was something of a groan mixed with a growl, and his lips quirked. “Use your words.” The pink in her cheeks deepened at the command, as if she only now realized that she might have to verbalize the things he was going to do. So instead, she bared her teeth.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she hissed, but her eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers up inside her, brushing that oh-so-sensitive place.

“Don’t worry, greedy girl.” The shifter’s breath hitched, and Ruhn grinned - a dazzling, devilish thing - as he leaned down again, their noses nearly touching. He could breathe her in, devour her impatience, give her something else to do with those lips that seemed far too willing to make demands. “Soon enough, I’ll be burying myself so deep inside you so hard that you won’t even remember your own name. Hel, it might even happen before that, because I’m going to make sure to wring every ounce of pleasure from this wicked little body - until you don’t think you can take anymore - and then I will fuck you. But until then, you have to be patient. Can you be a good girl and be patient for me?” Her eyes had blown wide, her hips now undulating rhythmically with the pace of his fingers. Lidia gave a weak nod, to which he responded with a tsk as he pulled his fingers out.

The things her frustrated cry did to his cock when he did…

His voice lowered an octave, gravelly and nearly hoarse. “Use your words, sweet girl. Are you going to be patient?” His mate’s reply was almost immediate.

“Yes! Yes, Ruhn. Please.”

With a satisfied hum his fingers returned, pistoning into her sex hard and fast. His thumb found her clit and spread her wetness over it, before rubbing in tiny circles. Working that sensitive bud as he coaxed her ever-closer to the edge, her chest heaving with the extra effort it was taking her to breathe. Ruhn dipped his head and pulled her newly-pierced nipple between his teeth, feeling her walls clench around him.

“That’s it, Lidia. Cum on my fingers. I know you’re close,” he murmured against her breast. Then he sucked the tip in again, curled his fingers up against her spasming muscles, and ground the calloused pad of his thumb into that bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, voice cracking, as he pulled her climax into his waiting palm. Lidia’s crackling moan turned into a sharp wail as Ruhn’s fingers worked her through every second, dragging from her every last muscle twitch and stuttered breath and strangled curse. When her orgasm subsided and he finally drew his hand away, he stared straight into a lustful gaze and licked his fingers clean.

“You’re an animal,” Lidia scoffed, but affection shimmered in her eyes. The fae male chuckled and finally released his grip on her wrists.

“And you,” he began before claiming her mouth in a long, promise-laden kiss, “are delicious.” Sliding his hands under her, he lifted her up so she was sitting, with his nude, hard body between her legs. Moonlit indigo eyes grazed over her form, his impatient, needy fingers following. He cupped her left breast and brushed a thumb over the dusky nipple, its warmth at odds with the cool metal spheres on either side. His gaze dipped lower, to her apex, the silver hoop still gleaming like a beacon to his desire, though it was hidden from the light. “So when did this happen?” he asked as he returned his attention to his mate’s expression. Burning Solas, she was so fucking exquisite. He had always thought so, even when her stares had been hard and she wore her mask of cruelty and ice. But Lidia’s beauty had transformed into something warm and comforting. Looking at her was like coming home. He’d always had his mother, Bryce, and the boys, but this was different. Lidia never judged him. She listened and discussed and offered her thoughts and experiences, but the love he found in the amber ocean of her gaze was powerful. All-consuming.

“Today.” Ruhn’s brows shot up at her answer, though he should have known. They’d had sex the night before, and he definitely would have noticed her accessories had they been there. But if she’d just gotten them today, there was no way she could be fully healed. They may be Vanir, but she’d still had holes poked through her flesh. That didn’t just magically go away. The fae’s dark brows furrowed as he worried his lip ring with his tongue, and she giggled. “I may or may not have asked Hypaxia to help speed the healing.”

“Ah,” he breathed with an absent nod of realization. “So she was aware of your devious plan? Is this why you were so quiet today?” Lidia chewed on her lip and looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. His erection twitched, as if to remind him that he was still very much wanting. As if he couldn’t see the vixen right in front of him.

“I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,” she murmured quietly. Her lips twitched. “I wanted to see what you’d do. How you’d react.”

“And did I satisfy your wicked curiosity, sweet girl?” Ruhn leaned in, still stroking a thumb over her piercing as his other hand moved to grip her hip. His mouth pressed against her neck, right below her ear, before his tongue darted out to taste her sweet flesh. He nibbled there, suckling at the sensitive spot, and gave a dark, stuttered huff when she gasped and her body jerked in his grasp.

Her breathy yes was barely a whisper, even though it seemed to echo through him. With great effort he removed his hand from her breast, sending it downward so he was gripping her hips with both hands. Ruhn looked down for just a moment, placing himself in line with her entrance. As he thrust into her he captured her mouth, inhaling her moan as she took him to the hilt. He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in. It was a slow, patient pace, but deep and hard, and she panted against his lips with every upward thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so godsdamned good,” he rasped. It turned into a groan when he felt Lidia’s fingernails digging into his back - a delicious, erotic pain. “Oh, yes, baby. You better hold on tight.” He picked up speed, continuing to pound into her as her nails raked over his skin. His grip was firm on her hips, though he was momentarily distracted from her lips by the glint of her nipple piercing as it bounced in the moonlight.

“Ruhn.” The way she drew out his name felt like decadent sin - the slow, sickly sweet fall of honey from the comb. It lit him from within, flames churning his blood, driving his hips into a frantic rhythm.

“Tell me, Lidia. How does it feel having me so deep inside you? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Her only response was a whimper, as he felt her walls begin to flutter. With a snarl he pulled out and jerked her off of the desk. Her feet had barely touched the ground when he flipped her body around and then pushed her hips against the wood, a hand on her shoulder pushing her chest down on the lacquered surface. When he thrust back into her soaked core she cried out, and the vibration made his cock ache in the most satisfying way.

And then he was pounding into her.

His mate’s voice broke as she wailed a curse, and he felt her muscles clenching as she climaxed, but he wasn’t finished. The tattooed male kept thrusting, fucking her through her orgasm, his attention fixed on the way her fingers clutched at the beveled edge of the desk, knuckles white.

“Oh, fuck, Ruhn!” Gods, he loved the way she called his name in the throes of her ecstasy.

“Mmmm yes, sweet girl? Did you just cum on my cock?” When she didn’t answer, only panted in time with his thrusts, he brought a broad hand down upon her ass. It won him a curse from her lips, and he grinned. “Tell me, Lidia. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Another slap, against her other cheek, and she answered with a roughened scream.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, Ruhn!”

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he pulled her back up by her shoulders, her back arching as he wrapped his arms around her. One hand palmed her throat, the other squeezing a pert breast as his movement stalled. With an inhale, he breathed her in and reveled in her essence. Then his lips brushed the shell of her ear, breath hot upon her flushed skin.

“And do you want to cum again, sweet girl?”

Her response was a stuttering whisper. “Y-y-yes.” He practically purred, the sound rumbling through his chest, as he began to saw into her again. He kept his grip on her neck while his other palm slid down her stomach until his fingers found their destination. Two callous-padded fingertips circled her clit, already swollen and sensitive from his attention and her arousal. The new stimulation drew a strangled shriek from her throat, the sound humming against his grip. His pace became frantic and uneven, and he knew he would burst soon. But he knew that his mate wouldn’t last long, either. So he whispered his indecent encouragement into her ear.

“Now be a good girl and cum for me. I want everyone on this fucking block to hear the pleasure I’m giving you.”

Lidia detonated around him, squeezing him so tightly he couldn’t stop himself from falling over the edge with her. She screamed - a jagged, crackling wail - as he jerked and released into her. His fingers continued rubbing at that bundle of frayed nerves, coaxing tremors from her body, the spasms milking him until they were both spent.

Ruhn slowly lowered himself to his knees, pulling out of her before guiding her down with him. He didn’t want her to come down from the high splayed across the desk. He wanted to hold her and touch her and love her, so he sat on the floor and gathered the golden-haired shifter against his broad, glistening chest. His hands roamed over her back as her shivers subsided, and he whispered sweet words of praise and gratitude against her hair as her fingers traced the tattoos on his pec and toned stomach.

“Was that okay, Starlight?” he asked, apprehension building as the silence lengthened between them. Sure, she’d asked him to take control, but he wanted to be certain. Needed to be. Lidia lifted her head and palmed his jaw, drawing his gaze into warm pools of gold.

“I loved it, Ruhn.” She pulled him down and placed a tender kiss upon his lips. “I loved it and I love you.”

The Valbaran prince wasn’t sure if he’d ever smiled so wide. “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

After a few more minutes Ruhn begrudgingly acknowledged that their absence had likely been noticed by now - assuming nobody had heard Lidia’s screaming climax - and that they should probably get dressed. He lifted the shifter from his lap and gathered the clothes that had been scattered over the floor. Something jingled when he palmed her leather jacket, and his brows nearly rose to his hairline when he drew the source of the noise from one of the pockets.

A pair of shiny silver handcuffs.

“Lidia,” he started, turning to her with them hanging from a finger. “Do you want to tell me why these are in your pocket?”

His mate just shrugged, pulling her tiny shorts over her now-bare legs - the fishnets had been considered a lost cause and discarded. “I was prepared to offer additional encouragement if you were still unwilling to take control.” Ruhn groaned, willing his growing hardness away with grinding teeth.

“Such a shame. If I’d have known I had these at my disposal…” His voice trailed off as Lidia sauntered to him and grabbed the cuffs and her jacket from his grasp. She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek.

“There’s always next time, Princeling.”

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whimsicallywayward15 · 3 years ago

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Kinktober 2021, Day - 2: Punishment.

A/n: Hey there, everyone! I’m back with another smut fic for Kinktober. We have mostly seen this tsundere as a sub. I thought it was time for him to switch and be the demon he can be. It was a new experience, writing the loveable tsundere in a new form entirely. It was definitely fun though!

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Pairing: Mammon/Main Character (Ariadne Kondos)

Rating: Explicit (18+ Audiences)

Content Tags: Cockwarming, Jealousy, Dom!Mammon, Creampie, PWP, Shameless Smut

Summary: Mammon punishes his Treasure for neglecting him.

Prompt: Pegging | Cockwarming | Sounding

Word Count: 1,157

Note: Find the prompt list I am following here.

AO3 Link

He was staring at her. And staring hard. She paused for a minute, turning around to look at the white-haired demon who sat on the other end of the club in his glorious demon form. Even with so much distance between them, Ariadne could very well see the scorching, greedy gaze that the Avatar of Greed was directing towards her. The blonde chuckled, sending him a saucy wink before turning back to the conversation at hand.

On the other side of the room, Mammon flustered, grumbling under his breath about someone not spending time with him. Today was his pre-decided day to spend time with the brothers’ favourite human. But here they were, at The Fall, with Ariadne talking to a bunch of their classmates while he sat at the bar all alone.

“Who does she think she is, makin’ The Great Mammon wait like this?!” He continued to grumble before lifting his head just in time to see her being pulled in a rather passionate kiss by Asmodeus. That was the moment he saw red. The Second-born shot up from the bar stool, finished his drink, and slammed down the glass before heading over to where Ariadne and his younger brother were. When he drew closer, the blonde was still in the Avatar of Lust’s arms.

“Ahem.” The human jumped at someone clearing their throat out of nowhere. She paled when she saw the furious face of the demon she was supposed to be spending time with. She had already failed on the “spending time with him” part. And standing in front of him with his younger brother all over her was certainly not doing anything to help her. She turned to look at Asmodeus, only to find him smirking at Mammon.

“Mammon I-” She started, only to be cut off when the demon all but yanked her out of his younger brother’s arms. “We’re done here, human.” He declared before pulling her out of the club and calling a taxi. The fact that he didn’t refer to her as “Treasure” had her confused.

“Have fun you two!” The younger demon called out after them in a singsong voice.

She had never seen her pact-demon like this in all these months. This new, rather dominant side of him sent a shiver of arousal down her spine, her body heating up as a number of salacious scenarios took seed in her head. The honey-eyed beauty was brought back to reality when she heard the sound of a car door opening. “Come on, human. I ain’t gonna wait for ya.” She heard Mammon say before climbing inside.

Before long, she found herself in a very familiar bedroom, sitting on the couch in the lap of the very demon who had cut short their evening just because Asmodeus had kissed her. Her back was pressed to his muscular and almost bare chest as his calloused fingers trailed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her sigh in anticipation. Slowly, inch by fucking inch, his fingers moved to where she needed him to touch, only to pull them back just at the last moment. “Mammon…!” She whined at his antics.

The demon raised an eyebrow. “Do ya think you’re in a position to complain after what happened at The Fall?” He growled out, making it very clear who the incharge was for the night. Shit, she had now gone and fucked up everything. Boy was she in trouble tonight. She tried to get up, only to be pulled back as another growl reverberated from him. “OI! Where do ya think you’re going, eh?” He asked her, eyes gleaming dangerously under the room’s lighting.

“I was thinkin’ of going easy on ya. But, it seems like ya just want to be punished at the hands of The Great Mammon.” With his hand wrapped tightly around her waist, he lifted her up to pop open his pants and push them down just enough to reveal his already hardened cock. He then positioned the blonde in a way that her thighs straddled his, her back still pressed to his chest. Pushing the crotch of her lacy panties to one side, he then guided her down onto his dick, making her moan at the sudden penetration, her slinky short dress riding up to reveal her smooth thighs. “Fuck. You’re already so wet, Treasure.” He said, loving the way she moaned out his name just as her walls clenched around him right at that moment.

The second she squirmed and tried to buck her hips, he slapped her thigh. “Don’t move. This is what ya get for kissing my brother when ya were supposed to spend the night with me.” And with that, he reached for his notebook that sat on the centre table. “Now help me with my assignment and maybe ya will get a reward from The Great Mammon.” The words made Ariadne gulp, unsure if she would be able to focus enough to even comprehend what the assignment was about while having the demon balls deep inside her throbbing pussy. But the thought of being rewarded made her want to get through this.

She clenched around him in order to ground herself, nodding her head almost immediately. However, two questions down, the woman realised how badly she had been played. Every once in a while, Mammon thrusted into her, making her blank out entirely as jolts of pleasure travelled through her entire being. By the time they were done, she was a mess. Tear tracks were visible on her flushed face as she begged him to move. Spending hours being deliciously stuffed with no end in sight would do that to you.

Thankfully, he did as she requested, thrust up into her as she bounced on his hardened member, making him groan alongside her. “Yes! Yes Mammon, yes!” She screamed, relieved to feel him in entirety as he fucked her senseless.

It had been an exercise in itself for the demon to hold back. Now that they were done, he finally gave in to his base instincts and took what he had wanted since the evening had started. Starting slow, he went on to set a brutal pace, one that coils only satisfy a demon. She came first, screaming his name for the entire House of Lamentation to hear. The feeling of her cunt milking him was finally what pushed him over the edge. He came hard, painting her insides white as he bit the crook of her neck, making her moan loudly.

Once the two had come down from their highs, he turned her head and kissed her deeply, nipping and pulling on her bottom lip. “Did ya learn your lesson, Treasure? Or will ya do this again?” He asked with a smirk, the sight in front of him absolutely riveting. She shivered at the intensity of his gaze before opening her mouth to whisper out a quiet “yes” .

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