#iron fist fanfic

[missyvani]

TEAR ME APART ৡ

LIN LIE X FEM READER (PART ONE (?)) mdni

Summary ৡ After many days from constant training, Lin returns home to a starving girlfriend who needs nothing but his ardor's touch.

Warning ৡ Biting. Small blood. (Screaming rn)

Author’s note ৡ After seeing his Season 2 skin. I could no longer remain calm. TO WRITE WAS a neeeddddd. HE IS SO FINE. I got final part planned. might publish.

You couldn’t find yourself leaving the bedroom. Your patience for Lin to return home was thin—so thin that you could almost feel your heart suppressed by your pulsing torment, like a virus constraining thoughts of what if he found another.

A girl who can be with him during dangerous times and train alongside? The more you thought of it, the more it seemed true with little to no sense.

You lay cuddling with Lin’s only fluffy pillow, its appeasing fabric rubbing against the surface of your fingers, a familiar touch as if Lin himself were in your arms.

Your lids were halfway open, your body numb to movement, and your long hair scattered on the mattress. Sounds of clamor echoed from outside your bedroom, of someone dragging their shoe and furniture being moved by a slight.

But no nerve or bone in your body shook by the noise, almost like you were only imagining it. After all, you had been alone for a week, maybe two.

You hear your door creak and shoes scrapping against your floor nearby. Your eyes then closed, believing it was all in your imagination, and waited for the silence to build in again.

“Sleeping? Damn, I was really looking forward for a hug.” A voice spoke. Your head sprung up, only to meet eyes with your beloved. “You’re home?” you gasped.

“You’re up?” His brows hike, lips curving a slight grin. You examined his striking features, his figure hovering yours which makes him so valiant and breathtaking.

Yet today felt different. How could you be happy? He left without saying how long it would take and had not considered sending letters to stay in touch. And for Lin to return home like nothing had happened blasted frustration through you.

Your eyes turned livid, and your jaw clenched as you resisted your emotions from appearing obvious. “No kiss?” He asks.

“I hate you.” Your eyes bubble with tears. “I wasn’t gone for that long; come here.” Lin's arms widen to embrace you, but you rear your hand up before you give him a chance, slapping with all your built-in anger.

His head whips to the side; his breath cuts for a second. “You didn’t even stay in contact with me.” You cried slapping him again and again.

Prints of your palm remain on his cheeks, reddening his skin. Lin stood frozen, taking all your hits as they get softer and lower to his chest.

His eyes observed you tear apart, bawling at his faults for not being a better boyfriend. “I told you I couldn’t. You know this," he said, sounding stern.

“Fuck you.” You say through clenched teeth. Why don’t you remember him telling you this? Or Is this just a way for you to stop acting all upset?

“You mean you missed me?” He searches your distressed expression. “No. Fuck you.”

His grin widens. “And? Tell me.” Lin then removes his headphones around his neck and his favorite green jacket to place beside you. “You—You’re a liar. If I knew, I wouldn’t be acting like this.” You continued, digging your grip in his pillow.

“And?”

“And,” You paused, figuring out what else, knowing that you thought of plenty earlier. His heels slid inches towards you, his head tilted in curiosity and heavy lids attempting to make you flush in pink.

And you did from what felt like a raw desire stare. Your heart thumped against your rib cage, fastening in seconds as a darker pink smears your skin. How nervous you suddenly became.

You almost forget how dangerously dominant Lin can be. He gently tucked your loose strands behind your ear, caressing his touch further in till it was no longer gentle when he firmly gripped your hair, pulling you in for a kiss.

Lin’s lips molded into yours in pure desperation, tasting your last breath as he held you close, forbidding you to break from the kiss. The kiss felt aggressive and rushed, as if he wasn’t edging to be romantic but to express how much he needed this.

You lean in, unable to respond the same with a few escaping whimpers. You let him have his way. His tongue invades your mouth to coat his saliva with yours. Hot breaths combine in the mix as he deepens it slowly.

It was unexpected and hot coming from Lin. He never treated you so dirty and desperate for a kiss. You could feel yourself melt in his touch, your mind forgetting how to think properly.

Yet, despite surrendering to Lin immediately, the frustration from earlier still ran through your mind, leaving you to act upon it by nicking a small cut of his lip with your teeth.

He separates you from his lips with a hard tug from his grip. His tongue brushes over his bleeding lip, narrowing his eyes on you. “You want to play rough? We can play rough.”

Something about his dark eyes, so wild and demanding, unraveled an hunger in you. His longing stare touched you more than what his hands could do. You want to play rough? Yes.

You don’t care. You don’t care if he tears you apart. You’d let him do anything at this point.

Without wasting another second, you clung to Lin. Your arms hugged his nape, brushing your hands through his black layers. So soft, so exotic. Lin followed your movements, leaning over you till your head met the mattress.

You felt a trace travel down your legs, light touches guiding you to embrace his hips. His sinewy abdomen hid you so perfectly, making you feel vulnerable and small in what he may do next.

“Please, fuck me,” You breathe heatedly against his lips. “Please” Lin grinned in return, eyes admiring your change of behavior.

[glasvera]

Smut and fluff with marvel rivals iron fist (lin Lie) x fem superhero reader, please and thank you ❤️

I uh... went a lil crazy on this one LOL

我的月亮 (Wǒ de Yuèliàng)

Iron Fist x Fem!Superhero!Reader

Description: What better way to recover after a grueling fight with Chīyóu's demon army than a dip in a hot spring?

Warnings/Disclaimers: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), brief combat, cursing, vaginal sex, standing sex, sex in a hot spring, reader has a moment of self-consciousness, lots of fluff and comfort, super lovey-dovey

A/N: Fun fact about me: I took Mandarin as a second language starting in middle school. I don't remember much of it (though I can ask you if there's a bathroom somewhere or when your birthday is), but it was really fun going back and recognizing things like words or grammar. I was basically the Chinese equivalent of a weeb in my younger years so this was a major throwback LOL

Word Count: 4.7k

Relationships between superheroes was… not something most would recommend. Passionate at best, and tumultuous and unpredictable at worst. You might go for weeks, months, without seeing one another, and it was a death sentence to allow that gnawing worry over the other’s safety to take hold of you.

It’s why you were so eager to be sent on a mission in Yúnnán Shěng. It was Iron Fist’s mission, to be fair, but your ability to fly would help give him the extra edge he needed, so he was quick to request your assistance. You spot him as you soar over the bustling tourist city of Kūnmíng, crouched on top of the spire of a lone temple. It’s quieter here, with the sound of chirping insects and wind ruffling the leaves of bamboo stalks the only things to pierce the relative silence of the night.

“There you are, wǒ de yuèliàng,” he greets you as you come to hover by his side. Your heart flutters and you blush at the nickname he’s given you. My moon. 

“You know I will always come when you need me, Iron Fist.” It almost pains you to call him by his hero name, but you knew just as well as any superhero that it was always better to be safe in public even if you seem to be alone.

He smiles gratefully, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know. Doesn’t change how happy it always makes me to see you, though.”

You flash him a brilliant smile in turn. “Perhaps we could take advantage of the scenery once our mission is over?” you suggest, batting your eyelashes at him and giving him pleading eyes.

He snorts a playful laugh at your display before tugging your floating form towards him for a quick kiss. “Let’s see how things go first. I’d hate to get you all excited for a hike only to have to carry you the whole way,” he teases with a cocky grin before brushing his nose against yours affectionately. You stick your tongue out at him in response and blow him a raspberry, which he quickly pulls back to avoid as he wipes the spray of spittle from his face. “Hey! I’m only kidding!” he protests with a jovial laugh.

With your hands on your hips, you cock your head to one side and quirk a brow. “If anyone’s gonna end up being carried, it would be you, you know. I can fly, after all.”

His laughter dies down, and he regards you with the softest hint of concern in his eyes before they flicker down to watch as he wrings his wrists together. “Well, let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that at all, okay?” His gaze meets yours once more, and you can see the worry that crinkles between his brows. “I’d rather not see you get hurt at all.”

Your expression softens, and you place a comforting hand on one of his broad shoulders. “I know, wǒ de lòng.” The gentleness of your voice soothes him, and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. My dragon.

“Your pronunciation has gotten better,” he compliments before reaching out and caressing your cheek.

“I had a pretty good teacher,” you respond with a cheeky smile that he’s quick to mirror.

Your tender moment is broken by a monstrous roar in the distance followed by devastating crashes and screams. Both of you snap your heads towards the source of the sound. Whatever it was, it was big. 

“What did you say we were fighting again!?” you exclaim even as you whip behind him and hook your arms around him, lifting you both into the air. Shockwaves nearly throw you off course as this monster continues its rampage, but it’s nothing you haven’t dealt with before. You inhale deeply before propelling the two of you like an arrow straight through the wind currents that dare to fight your trajectory.

“Demons,” he responds, his voice straining to be heard over the roaring winds. “But it looks like Chīyóu isn't playing around this time.”

“Does he ever?” you groan.

Closing in on your target, you can really see just how ugly this thing is. Gigantic, vaguely humanoid, with decaying skin stretched taut across its emaciated skeleton, it roars into the air before pummeling its scythe-like arms into the ground below. It doesn't seem to care about the smaller demons that flock beneath it, destroying foe and ally alike.

“How did it get to be so massive!?” you shout in disbelief. You'd been unfortunate enough to see Chīyóu's army in the past, but they usually looked more like the infantry below.

“Don’t know, don't care. At least, not until I pummel this thing into the earth!” he replies confidently. “Take care of the small fry, would you? I've got the big one.”

You know better than to protest. He is the stronger out of both of you, and your airborne agility would give you enough of an edge to dodge any stray swings from the big guy while you take care of your foes.

“Okay. I trust you… but come back safe,” you urge before soaring up high enough to launch him at his target. He climbs up the demon's large frame with ease, running up his torso before laying into him with blow after blow straight to the face. You can’t help but smirk as you hear it cry out in pain even as you propel yourself back down towards your smaller enemies.

“Alright… who wants to go first…?” you taunt as energy crackles in your palms.

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Not surprisingly, you're done with your fight long before Iron Fist has finished his. You desperately want to help, but you weren't unscathed, panting heavily as you hover nearby. It had taken more out of you than you'd expected; they were far more coordinated than they should have been. Thankfully, your injuries were limited. You were simply exhausted, forced to use your power beyond your normal limits to keep up with each and every demon that launched and swiped at you. 

Iron Fist seemed to be doing fine. It was simply a very tough fight, but it was one he was slowly winning. You felt the energy pulsating off of him as he summoned the blade shards from his fists, and the demon cried out in agony as his punches grew faster, deadlier. It wouldn't be much longer now. Suddenly you hear a loud and sickening crack!, and slowly, stumbling, the demon lets out a final, guttural groan before plummeting to the earth. Iron Fist wears a triumphant grin, and you begin to fly towards him to catch him before he joins the demon's descent.

He lands into you with an “oof!” as you steady him, hugging him tightly with your arms wrapped around his chest. “See? Not a problem at a--!”

But your victory is interrupted by the sudden shockwave caused by the demon's body collapsing to the ground. You're too exhausted to react in time, and it sends both of you hurtling through the air as you let out a startled cry. The force of it knocks you miles away, holding on tight to one another and spinning towards an unknown destination. You begin spiraling towards the ground, trying and failing desperately to stop your momentum, and panic rises in your chest.

“Y/N!? We're gonna crash!”

“I know!” you snap back. “I'm trying!”

You're pretty sure your life is beginning to flash before your eyes as the rocky mountainside gets closer and closer. Frantically, you pour all of your willpower into the energy pooled within you, using whatever you have left and centering it so it coalesces at the soles of your boots. It’s just enough to generate a bit of friction, and finally you find yourself slowing before touching down safely on the ground.

Wide-eyed and shaky, you nearly collapse before Iron Fist catches you and helps you stay upright. Even under his mask you can see the way his brow creases with worry.

“Th-that was… that was close,” you stammer out. “S-sorry.”

Seemingly a little less disoriented, he chuckles. Once he’s sure you can stand on your own, he cradles your face in his hands, and those brown eyes gaze warmly into your own. “Hey, we’re alive. That’s what matters.”

A trembling titter passes through your teeth, and you shut your eyes and lean into his touch. After a long sigh, you nod. In the silence that follows, a soft, distant trickling sound catches your ear, and your eyelids flutter open to find its source. Liè hears it as well, and a knowing smile draws upon his lips.

“So, about that sightseeing you wanted to do…” he begins, and you give him a curious look. He’s up to something, but you have no idea what it could be.

“I don’t think I’m in any state to be sightseeing right now--”

He puts a finger to your lips and you hush immediately, feeling your cheeks warm in response. His hands fall from your face before he suddenly scoops you up into his arms, bringing a startled yelp from you before he begins bounding down the mountain.

“H-hey! What are you--!?”

But as he carries you over the rounded stones and lush foliage towards the base of the mountain, that trickling sound grows louder, and you gasp as the leaves part to reveal a hot spring bathed in the light of the full moon. Even at its edge you can feel the humid warmth of the steam seeping into your weary body.

“Ever bathed in a hot spring before?” he hums, and you don’t miss the way his eyes trail down your body as he holds you.

“No, I can’t say I have,” you respond honestly, feeling a heat born from something other than the nearby steam.

He lowers you to the ground gently before taking a few steps forward with his back facing you. His fingers get to work unwrapping the yellow bandages coiled around his arms, letting them flutter down like ribbons onto the stone beneath you. Next, he unties his mask, discarding it in a similar fashion, and then you hear the clinking of his belts before the thud of leather hits the ground.

“Liè…?” you whisper, not trusting your voice fully as he continues to undress before you. He merely turns his head towards you and smirks, and with a rustling of fabric he stands shirtless before you. Moonlight glistens and illuminates his defined muscles, rippling with every movement he makes, and your breath catches in your throat.

“People don’t typically bathe with their clothes on,” he teases, making it sound like the most obvious explanation in the world for him stripping so sensually in front of you. When you still don’t seem to make any sort of move, he turns to face you. The two of you had never… well, you’ve never even seen him shirtless like this before. You try not to let your gaze linger overlong at his broad chest or travel down too low to see the V of his hip bones disappear beneath his trousers--

The pad of his index finger finds your chin and lifts your head to look at him. “My eyes are up here, yuèliàng,” he chides with a snicker. Though, his own eyes find themselves flickering down to your lips.

“You’re so unfair,” you accuse with a breathy laugh.

“Says the one still fully clothed,” he retorts with a purr as his arm wraps around your waist.

You brace a hand against his bare chest, reveling in the warmth of his skin as your tongue wets your bottom lip. “I didn’t realize it was a race,” you tease. Self-consciousness floods your thoughts at the realization of what was happening, and unwittingly your fingers tense against him. Concern softens his expression, and the hand at your chin caresses your cheek.

“Y/N…?” He smiles tenderly. “Are you nervous?”

Your eyes flicker back up to his. “I’ve just… you and I, we’ve never…” Unable to find the words, your voice trails off, fading into the sounds of the bubbling spring. “What if I’m not…?”

“Not what?” he inquires, searching your eyes for the answer you seem unable to give him. The hand at your waist rubs soothing circles into the small of your back.

It grows more difficult to maintain eye contact, so you find yourself staring instead at where your fingers rest upon his skin. “Not… not good enough? Pretty enough? I don’t know…”

“Wǒ de yuèliàng…” he murmurs softly, shaking his head and embracing you into an almost smothering hug. “Zài wǒ xīnzhōng nǐ shì rúcǐ měilì. Nǐ hěn wánměi.” His breath whispers against your hair as he buries his nose into it. Your Chinese is limited, but you don’t have to understand much of it to know what he’s trying to tell you. Beautiful. Perfect. It wrenches at your heart. You’re misty-eyed when he pulls away, resting his hands on your shoulders. “But if you’re not ready--”

You silence him with your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slide down your sides and rest at your hips, and strong fingers grip you tightly. When you pull away, he regards you with hooded eyes and parted lips.

“I… I’m ready,” you breathe out. “But… do you mind turning around while I undress?”

Liè chuckles but nods wordlessly, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your forehead. He turns back towards the hot springs, shimmying out of his boots and pants and giving you a tantalizing glimpse of his toned ass before he disappears beneath the spring's waters.

You take a deep breath before divesting yourself of your superhero suit, fumbling a bit with the buckles and zippers. Your hands are trembling with nerves when you hook your thumbs into your panties and drag them down your thighs. If only you could see Liè's face; his skin is flushed, and his eyes are squeezed shut to help him resist the temptation to sneak a peek at you. He's just better at masking his nerves than you are.

Steeling your resolve, you exhale shakily. “Okay, I… you can turn around now.”

The water sloshes with how quickly he moves, and despite the humidity of the hot springs, he grows parched at the sight of you. Your arms and hands drape demurely over your breasts and between your legs, and you look away shyly under the intensity of his stare. The moonlight bathes your skin in its silvery splendor, and the trees behind you seem to almost bend around you and frame you perfectly in their lush foliage. 

“Wow…” he breathes quietly, at a loss for any other words. He steps towards you, making his way to shallower waters as his chest and hips reemerge in a cascade of water droplets, seemingly unperturbed by his own nudity. His cheeks turn a deep pink as he drinks you in. “Nǐ hěn wánměi.” You are perfect. He brings his hands up to cradle your face and stare deeply into your eyes. They're warm, wet from the spring, and the feeling is oddly grounding while droplets trickle down your cheeks. Slowly, your arms fall to your sides. You bat your eyelashes at him with the tiniest of smiles. 

“You're one to talk,” you tease, your gaze flickering back down as your fingertip traces along his collarbone and follows the contours of his pectoral muscles.

The ego boost brings a cheeky grin to his lips, but he doesn't indulge it further. Instead, he brings your faces closer together and kisses you deeply, hungrily, groaning when his hands begin to wander. They tangle in your hair, wrap tightly around your back, grip at your waist… he's determined to feel every inch of you, and quickly the fire within you urges you to do the same to him. A surprised squeak sounds in your throat when he grabs your ass, kneading the plush of your skin in his palm.

“Liè!” you gasp as his lips press at the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, and finally nipping and sucking at the column of your neck. He lifts you by your rear, earning a giggle from you before you wrap your legs around him, and walks you back into the water to envelop you both in its steamy embrace. His arousal rests hard and hot against your stomach, and desire replaces any remaining reservations you had. All you could think about now was him, of his skin on yours, his lips hot and wet on your neck, his broad shoulders beneath your fingertips. 

With the water to help support your weight, he holds you against him with one hand as the other trails back over your ribcage, resting beneath your breast before cupping it and squeezing gently. Breathy moans slip from your lips and grow louder as he leans down and takes the stiff peak into his mouth. His tongue flicks up and down over the sensitive bud.

“Yes, oh…”

He hums against your skin, gazing up at your face with blown pupils. Every expression, every melody you sing because of him, is intoxicating.

“Mm… how did I get so lucky?” he muses while pressing tender kisses in the valley of your breasts. “To have such a beautiful, strong woman in my arms, singing me her praises…” He adjusts his hold on you, sliding you down just a bit and bringing you face to face again. The water laps soothingly against your bare skin. Your eyes flutter closed when the backs of his fingers brush gingerly along your cheekbone.

“I hear being the Immortal Iron Fist helps one's chances,” you giggle, and he scoffs in mock offense. Your smile widens and you press your forehead to his. “But being Liè, my dragon, my…” You choke on your words for a moment, but only a moment.

“My love…” 

You feel your face heat up at your own words, but they were words long coming. “... that's all it takes. All I've ever wanted.”

“Yuèliàng,” he exhales sharply, the term of endearment a reverent hiss upon his lips. Those same lips crash upon yours once more, and your arms wrap eagerly about his neck. His brow furrows, and between kisses he whispers those sweet words. “Wǒ ài nǐ.”

You grip the black hair at the nape of his neck tightly, but not nearly so tight as the hold this man has over your pounding heart. Your mouth slants over his, kissing him deeper, delving your tongue between the seam of his lips. He meets your efforts eagerly, curving over you as your back arches and your chest presses against him. One hand finds the small of your back to draw you impossibly closer. When he pulls away from your devouring kiss, you're both panting for air. 

“Let me make love to you,” he begs breathlessly. His nose nudges yours affectionately and his brow creases. “Please.”

Never in a million years would you say no to that. You kiss him tenderly before nodding softly. “I want you, Liè. All of you.”

He groans and rolls his hips, his evident desire sliding along your heat and drawing a gasp from your lips. You were no virgin, but he was thick, and your mind was long gone with fantasies of how he would feel inside of you. Not that you would have to wait long for those fantasies to become reality, of course; he peppers your face and neck with kisses while he continues to grind against you. His hand reaches down for a handful of your ass, guiding your hips as you join him in the search for that delicious friction. The hot spring water only makes your movements easier, and on more than one occasion he nearly slips right in. When the bulbous head presses up against your clit, you whimper and your thighs tremble, and you can feel yourself growing wetter even without the spring's help.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. He holds you still, and you brace your hands on his shoulders while he begins deliberately guiding the head of his cock up and down your slit. Your hot, slickened folds are too inviting to resist, and slowly, torturously and slowly, he sinks the tip into your heat. You steady your breathing and force yourself to relax the tension in your body at the sudden intrusion. His hips rock into yours, finding it hard to breathe himself as he stretches you out inch by inch.

“Liè, oh gods--” you hiss before your jaw goes slack with a moan. He’s sheathed himself in you completely, and you've never felt quite so full. He stills inside you instantly as worry etches his features.

“Are… are you okay?” he stammers out, tenderly cupping your cheek. It’s obviously difficult for him to keep himself from rutting into you like a wild animal, and you feel his cock twitch impatiently while your walls clench around him.

“I-I’m fine,” you breathe out. “You're just, um… shit… you're so big…”

His concern fades instantly and is replaced with a cocky grin much more becoming of his handsome face. A groan of approval growls in his throat and he’s grinding into you again, the water splashing gently with the movement, angling his cock back and forth with shallow thrusts.

“Is that so…?” he muses coyly. His thumb traces your bottom lip. “I hope that won’t be an issue.”

You keen as every move he makes leaves his cock dragging languidly back and forth against that perfect spot. “N-no, I--”

He interrupts you by taking your lip between his teeth and tugging on it softly. A staggered breath whispers from you.

“Good,” he purrs. He sucks on your bottom lip before darting his tongue out, inviting you to part your lips and let him in. A devouring groan hums and vibrates from him into the kiss. Your tongues dance sensually, feverishly, and he starts thrusting into you with renewed vigor. Shutting your eyes tight, you tangle your fingers in his short black hair, and your high pitched whimpers pour into the kiss.

It's easy to forget the battle you had fought not even an hour ago. It certainly doesn't feel like he was fighting for his life against a demon twenty times his size. His seemingly endless stamina ripples through bulging muscles to help him piston in and out of you. His movements favor precision over speed, deliberately drawing back and making sure you feel every inch before he slams back into you.

You're so lost in pleasure, but when he pulls away and stares into your eyes your breath hitches in your throat. There's so much adoration in those brown eyes, so much love and affection reserved for you and you alone. Your hands draw back to cup his face gingerly while he bounces you up and down.

“Liè…” you breathe softly. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm.

Half-lidded eyes blink slowly, lovingly at you. “You feel perfect,” he praises. 

“Mm…” you moan with a dreamy smile, “More, Liè, please.”

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Can you hover in the water?”

You blink curiously at him. “I… yes, of course, but--”

“Just do it, trust me,” he states with a coy smirk. 

Your hands fall from his face to rest at your sides, and it takes a surprising amount of concentration to summon the energy to fly, even if you're just hovering in place. Whether it's due to exhaustion from the earlier battle or simply that he's fucking you so well… it's hard to say. After a few moments, he feels your weight lifting from his firm hold. His thrusts pause, and he huffs out a laugh when you whine at the loss of stimulation. 

“Keep your legs up like that. Hold onto my shoulders if you need to. Otherwise,” he pauses, cocking his head to the side and flashing you a cheeky smile, “...just remember that you asked for this, yuèliàng.”

You barely have time to ponder what he means by that before both of his hands grip you by the waist and his hips slam into yours. A soundless scream leaves your jaw agape as he pours every bit of his strength into his thrusts. Despite the roughness of it, you can feel the way your cunt squeezes him tighter, sucking him in every time his cock drags back out. Skin slaps against skin, and it takes every last bit of concentration and willpower you have to keep yourself aloft. The hot spring's waters splash and spray about with the frantic pace he sets, disturbing the peace of the night with the cacophonous symphony of your lovemaking. 

Now that he doesn't have to hold you up himself, one hand rests on your stomach as his thumb seeks out your clit. A shock of pleasure courses through your body that leaves your toes curling. Aided by your slick and the warm water, the digit glides effortlessly in circles, and soon he's timing it perfectly with every deep thrust of his length. You find your voice again even if all you can muster are broken moans. 

“F-f-hah-uh-ugh-uck!” you babble, each stammer coinciding with the hammering of his cock deep within you. It chisels away at all sense, leaving you raw and vulnerable but hotter and hotter. It burns and licks as the fires of pleasure spark brighter and more intense. Nails dig into his shoulders to keep you from wobbling mid-air.

“Shit,” he curses, hissing in pleasured pain at the feeling. “Gǎnjué zhēn dì nàme hǎo ma?” Does it really feel that good? His breathy teasing is accompanied by a confident smile even as he grits his teeth with the effort of fucking you. 

His tone tells you all you need to know even if you don't recognize all the words. The low, possessive growl in his voice leaves you a whimpering mess, and you feel yourself creeping closer and closer to the precipice.

“Liè, oh, f-fuck--!” you gasp. “Right there, yes!”

An airy chortle hums in his chest between grunts. “Nǐ zhēnměi.” He takes your breast in his palm before tweaking the bud between his fingertips, and he leans in to kiss and suck at your neck. The sensations overwhelm you as your moans and whimpers grow higher and higher in pitch. His movements are messy, more instinctive than deliberate, as he gets closer to his own release.

“Yes, yes, oh, yes--!”

He can’t help himself from biting down at the sensitive spot he’s discovered at the crook of your neck, and it has you seeing stars. You send him into a frenzy with your sweet song, a siren calling him and begging him to ravage you utterly and completely. And gods, does it feel better than anything you’ve ever felt. Your body feels like it’s floating even beyond the literal sense of your powers, cresting higher and higher and--

“Cum for me, yuèliàng.” His voice is right there at your ear, a low, seductive growl, and the cord within you finally snaps.

“Liè!” you scream, your body convulsing in a mind-shattering orgasm. His thrusts falter as he feels you clamp down and flutter around his cock. A broken groan cracks in his throat and he doubles his efforts, pistoning into you relentlessly as you cry and babble out moans from the overstimulation.

“F… Fuck, Y/N, I--shit!” He quickly pulls out of you before taking himself in hand, cursing and exhaling guttural moans as he strokes himself feverishly beneath the water’s surface. He maintains eye contact with you the entire time, drinking in your half-lidded expression. With a final string of huffs and grunts he cums with a cry of your name, emptying himself into the spring. His forehead falls against yours, out of breath, pulling you into his arms as the two of you come down from your high.

You slump back down into the water and allow yourself the comfort of his embrace. He starts pressing slow, lazy kisses to your lips, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, drawing giggles from you that bring a goofy smile to his face. The peace of the night returns, and the only sounds around you are the bubbling of the spring and the soft, chirping chorus of insects and amphibians about. Your heart feels full, warm, and your eyes find his as you gaze at him reverently.

“I love you,” you whisper.

His doe eyes soften before he gives you a deeper, more insistent kiss. “I love you too.”

[shayjonahjameson]

A touch of healing

You got thrown out of bounds by Storm's tornado and are trying to get to your team to heal them. except Lin and Adam from the enemy team have better plans for you.

warnings: manipulation sort of, abrupt ending but otherwise nothing.

You rolled your shoulder in pain. Sporting a limp in your walk, and a swollen ankle from your teammate Storm's carelessness. Safe to say you were upset. likely because you were you didn't notice the two men sneakily walking behind you. they stalked closer, and closer until one of them swooped in front of you. Hovering just a few feet away. Out of shock you backed into the other assailant, and were greeted with a white eyed mask staring down at you. "No!" You squealed and squeezed through the small space between them.

A healers nightmare. Iron Fist.. You were lucky he wasn't with with Parker. Or else this might've gone differently. Instead Adam was there to mediate his brutality. So you figured you could try to reason with them. "Please, don't hurt me" A pleading edge to your voice.

Lin crossed his arms. The eyeholes of his mask widened in surprise. "We saw you get wiped out by your own team and felt bad." Adam finally dropped to the ground. Shoulder to shoulder with Lin and he nodded. "It's so barbaric how they treat you. Five duelists? They couldn't have sent a tank with you?" Lin frowned. "Or another healer?"

You couldn't deny your conditions weren't the best but what did that matter to them? You stayed quiet. Wondering how you'd get out of this situation. Lin cocked his head to the side. And placed a hand on his chest. He dramatically scoffed. "Just know, I'd never hurt you! Not when you're already being treated so cruelly. C'mon, we just wanted to ask if you needed some help."

Adam nodded and waved at you, a golden energy lit up his fingers as they wiggled at you. As if he was taunting you with his healing magic. "I could help you.." He said softly. His voice was so tender, and emotional. As if you were lovers and he was trying to soothe you. Lin slipped away from Adam to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You flinched, and cautiously squirmed, but once you felt his warmth you stopped. "I'd protect you. Unlike Iron Man or that stupid witch." Were they seducing you to their side? Or trying to keep you from healing your team? Either way they had you occupied. You'd never gotten this much attention before, especially not such love and affection.

"That sounds very nice but I couldn't betray my team." You reasoned. Trying to convince yourself more than them. your knees buckled and Lin's arm carefully swooped around you in an instance. Within seconds he had you bridle style. Adam hovered off the ground and he drifted around you and Lin.

"The team that couldn't be bothered to protect you? Or send someone to help you heal them?" He said. Lin chimed in too. "Not even someone big and strong enough to handle our Hulk and Venom."

"If I did, who's to say I wouldn't betray you too? How could you trust me if I left them on your call?" You asked. Then noticed Adam shaking his head.

"You're too kind. That's why even though they mistreat them, you always take it. You could be taking something else.. Should be." Lin mumbled that last part. A blush dusting his cheekbones. You rolled your eyes at his clumsy attempt at flirting. Adam held out his hand. "Let me heal you. But just know if you do, there's no going back.."

[sleepy-fiction]

Welcome to Sleepy Cove!💤

Welcome to my fic page!

Table of Contents

•Marvel Rivals

•Arcane

•Identity V

•Pressure (Roblox)

•Miscellaneous

Marvel Rivals

Lin Lie:

Fists In The BlackLine: pt.1 Lin Lie [Iron Fist] x f!reader NSFW

pt.2 Lin Lie [Iron Fist] x f!reader NSFW

Don't Tell Your BF: Iron Fist [Lin Lie] x f!reader

Taming the Giantess: Iron Fist [Lin Lie] x f!giant!reader

Fires of Shao Lao: Lin Lie x f!reader x Shao Lao

misc:

Adam Warlock x Reader

Galacta x F!Reader

Arcane

MelVik NSFW

Jinx x F!Reader NSFW

Friend of Noxus: Ambessa x Silco SFW

Drabble/Hc: Ambessa x Silco NSFW

Identity V

Andrew Kreiss x gn!reader NSFW

Ganji Gupta x gn!reader NSFW

AesVic NSFW

Weeping Clown:

Please Madam!: Weeping Clown x f!reader NSFW

Relationship Exploration Drabble: Joker x Reader NSFW(?)

Pain & Glory: JokerMike NSFW

_P&G part 2: jokermike angst

__P&G part 3

___P&G part 4

JokerMike Drabble

Quickie: JokerMike One-shot NSFW

Pressure (Roblox)

Gold Ring: Sebastian Solace x gn!reader SFW

Eleven Weeks: pt.1 Sebastian Solace x gn!reader SFW

pt.2 Sebastian Solace x gn!reader NSFW

Miscellaneous

Alucard Tepes x reader NSFW

Johan Liebert x f!reader NSFW

Bill Cipher Analysis

Thank you!💤

[crushedstarsz]

lin lie who cries asking for you to let him come. that's it. that's the post.

[lowkeyed1]

chapter 13 of Velvet Fist, Iron Glove is up on ao3... the gang is reunited and heading back to tir asleen :) Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Willow (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kit Tanthalos/Graydon Hastur, Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos, Kit Tanthalos/Graydon Hastur/Jade Claymore, Thraxus Boorman/Graydon Hastur, Jade Claymore/Graydon Hastur, Graydon Hastur/Airk Tanthalos, Kit Tanthalos/Thraxus Boorman Characters: Kit Tanthalos, Graydon Hastur, Airk Tanthalos, Sorsha (Willow), Jade Claymore, Thraxus Boorman, Elora Danan (Willow), Zivian Hastur, Willow Ufgood Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans!Graydon, Arranged Marriage, First Time, Smutfest Submission, Trans Male Character, Strap-Ons, Edging, Light BDSM, Threesome, Actual plot, Sexual Coercion, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, those last three only come up over 3 chapters and are mentioned in the opening notes, Polyamory, Greater Tir Asleen Polycule Summary: The Gales never came to Tir Asleen, and Kit and Graydon's marriage went ahead as scheduled. How do they cope with this arrangement, especially after Graydon reveals a secret?

[starlitkindred]

What if you had all your NPC friends for ALL of Elden Ring?

Well most of it.

Chapter 1 is up, as well as a prologue to hint at later things.

Small excerpt:

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The Festival

“Well I personally can’t wait to see him!” The jar warrior was briskly walking as fast as his legs could carry him without breaking into a run.

“Alexander, your arms are shaking.” Rogier pointed out.

“Of course! This is exciting!” Alexander slowed as he began to gesticulate his enthusiasm, “The festival has finally commenced and I’m not to be excited? I’ve been waiting for months! Months I tell you! It’s been a great long while.”

“I don’t think months is all that long.” Nepheli retorted with a smirk.

“Well clearly none are as excited as I! It felt like ages!”

Kirlin couldn’t help but laugh a little. Nepheli smiled in their direction and gave a wink.

That caused them to look to one side. Blaidd to chuckled at them.

“Oh don’t start.”

“I said nothing.” The half-wolf shrugged.

“You know what I mean.”

“Come now, it’s obvious she fancies you.”

“I’ve told you before, it is nothing. Just mutual respect.”

“Well respect of what?”

“We’ve just fought together before, is all.”

“I heard she helped you defeat Godrick.”

“More like I helped her.”

“That’s not as she tells it. Besides you claimed the rune, you struck the last blow. If she felt you’d cheated her in that fight she’d have made it known. Probably by cutting off your head with her axe.”

Kir snorted and folded their arms.

“All I’m saying is it is good to have that kind of respect. And if it is more than that...”

“I’m not her type.”

“You so sure o’ that?” Blaidd elbowed them.

“Ow! Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Will you two stop straggling?” Millicent called from the front, beast torch held high over her head, “We want to get there before dark.”

“Y-yes!” Kir responded and picked up the pace. Blaidd shook his head.

“So, what caused the dreams of death blight last night?” Rogier stepped up next to them. His question causing Blaidd’s ears to perk up.

“Nothing really. Just a nightmare.” Kir scratched the back of their neck absently.

“Oh that’s a loud of cock.”

-

I will try to update regularly but since I am working on two fics and some art for both, it might be monthly or so. ^^u

But if you read this far and you want more demigod drama there will also be time skips and plenty of fluff and fuckery in-between murders. I promise.

[oneshotrevolt-updates]

Forgot to update my Christmas Day stories here.

Here is a Kazuya and Jun short story: Wilderness

[stuck-in-2012]

Theres nothing wrong with you, its true, its true

“Hey, have you seen...” Peter trailed off as he looked around the room searching for the one missing face among his team.

“I thought they were with you?” Ava asked, watching Sam’s face slowly contort in worry, hand reaching out to his helmet, ready to zip away in a blur of blue light.

“Yeah… they were. I’m here for…” Peter pointed at Sam.

All eyes turned to Nova as he stood slowly, nerves getting the better of him. Something was wrong. Not ‘time to dive over the tricarrier and make a dash before they hit the ground below’ level wrong, but Webs’ brows were knit and he came looking for Sam specifically. That only happened when a special kind of TLC was needed. “Where?” Sam’s terse voice came out like a demand as he put his helmet on.

“The usual”. Peter hadn’t gotten three syllables before Sam was gone down the hall.

“So what happened?” Ava asked as Spidey sat down.

“Fell into the wrong corner of the internet.” At Danny’s confused look Peter went on. “ ‘Phobes, “that doesn’t exist”, just crummy people being crummy people.”

Iron First nodded and frowned at the hall sympathetically.

 Nova stopped outside the locked door. “Babe? It’s Sammy, can I…” He paused, not so much waiting for a response but listening for… The door panel light changed to green indicating it was open from the inside. As Nova opened the door, light flooded the room. …’sign 1: sitting in the dark’. “Oh, honey…”

He took his helmet off and sat nearly flush on the bed. Sam held his arms open slightly. Not a demand, just an offer. A welcome one at that, tangled hair got pressed into the side of his face as he was pulled close. Sam could admit he wasn’t the best at comforting and worse at offering affirmation but thankfully he was dating someone that gave really good preemptive instructions for how to help and what to do when/if they get like… this.

“Mm?” Sam prompted, nuzzling.

“Mm-mm.” Well, alright then… ‘sign 2: not having emotional energy to communicate verbally’.

“Do you…” before Sam could offer things he knew they liked they started to cry. “Yay, there you go I gotchu…”

“It… it sucks!” they clutched onto the gold straps of his suit as shaky breaths turned into earnest sobs. “Just, sucks.”

Gentle pets and tight hugs, helped the tension ease and the tears flow. Letting it out always was the best thing for them. Sam took a deep breath -one they mimicked trying to calm down. “No, no no, let it out, gumball, let it out”- hearing them sob like this was always contagious, making his eyes water. Sam reached for their phone, their ears must be ringing like sirens in the silence... ah, yup. A familiar icon; four houses: three blank, one with colorful stripes.

<<   ►   >>

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As the emotional chords and lyrics filled the small space as did more tears and sobs. Sam held the shaking body close as the song looped again and again. When the first yawn broke through he knew they’d feel better soon. They tugged at the strap they still held getting Nova’s attention. When he looked down they pressed the tips of their fingers to their chin and pulled a flat hand away from their face.

“Don’t thank me, baby. You don’t have to thank me. I love you, I’ll always be here when the world sucks.” That got a little giggle, before the sobs came back and they latched on like a vice. A few tears slipped down his own face. He couldn’t help it, as much as he’d like to be a calm and collected comfort watching the dysphoria hit always broke his heart to see.

“Ooh! Hol’ on a sec.” They let go and scrubbed their face as their boyfriend searched through their regular day bag. “Ah ha!” he sat down just as they tossed away a soiled tissue. “Bam. Passport and driver’s license are next.” Sam set a small card in their hand. They looked at the piece of plastic and smiled before clutching it to their chest. Their S.H.I.E.L.D. I.D. was the only official document they had that had the correct name on it. It was useless everywhere else but still made them happy to have.

“I love you, Sammy.”

“I love you, too, handsome.”

A pause. “Promise?”

“Yeah. The real you.” His statement accentuated by running his fingers over the bump of each scar on their chest. “We can talk to Connors about bottom and T. tomorrow if you feel like it then?”

They nodded and presses kisses to his shoulder as they pulled him to sit in their lap, tangling themselves together snug. More tears flowed, again and again as they curled tight. After what felt like could be an hour a knock tapped at the door. They nodded into the boy clutched in their arms prompting Sam to hold them tighter and turn to the door, “It’s open.”

The team peered in with matching sorrowful expressions. Sam may be the one actively in a relationship but all five of the team had grown to need the young agent. Danny held out bottle. Sam looked down. “Do you think you could try and drink some water, love?”

They sniffled and sat up eagerly, nodding and pulling stray hairs off their wet face. Danny smiled at their immediate interest in hydration. Sam pressed a kiss to their temple after they swiftly downed 3/5 of the liquid. When they yawned for the n’th time Ava ushered the others to leave and let the couple be.

“Mm!”

“What’s up?” Peter asked from the doorway.

They pointed to Sam, then to the team, then snuggled back into their boyfriend. Surly they weren’t asking for Sam to leave (they didn’t do it like that). At Peter’s confused face Sam spoke to his partner loud enough for the others to hear the message being translated to them, “they’ll grab me if Nova’s needed.”

“Nah, dude stay, we go-” Sam cut Luke off with a shake of his head and continued quieter, “they’ll spiral if they think they’re keeping me from something.” The taller boy nodded as the four heroes bid the two goodnight and closed the door.

“Think you could sleep?”

The start of a nod before a shrug.

“Wanna try?”

Soft nodding.

“Okay,” Sam sighed as he spoke and laid down. He felt the familiar weight and warmth as they curled around him and pressed a few gentle kisses to the back of his neck.

[marvelficprompts]

Prompt #6

The Defenders x The Punisher x Supernatural Crossover - The Defenders (Daredevil, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, and Iron Fist) plus The Punisher, all meet the Winchesters and Castiel when they take a case in Manhattan.

[peanut-n-chocolate]

Peter Parker and Frank Castle’s dog Max: a compilation

+puppy

I fckin love this series and was inspired! Been listening to it via Speechify everywhere and the detail and vigilante and anti-hero relationships with Spider-Man are spot on! (TW for suicidal Peter though)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3028761

[shayjonahjameson]

A touch of healing pt 2

Since I ended it short last time. Sorry if it's not good, it's really late and I'm on my phone. Tried to make it wholesome

warnings: reader switches up on their team, manipulation, otherwise none.

between Lin's strong arms holding you tenderly and Adam's golden touch just waiting to heal your wounds, you felt the inclination to join them. seduced by the thought of being taken care of and protected. not wanting to waste anymore time you took a deep breath and nodded. since you had been talking you didn't notice Lin had been walking over to a nearby bench, where he sat you down. Adam landed beside you and waved his hand in front of your face. watching how your eyes followed the golden glow. In seconds you were restored back to health and it felt warm. Like a nice blanket had been draped over your body.

Lin looked up at the moon. And he said, "You're one of us now, and that means you can't ever go back to your old team. More importantly you have to protect us as we do you." The light cascaded down his face, he was handsome surely, but there was a sense of kindness and strength. Where you used to feel fear and brutality. He wasn't as heartless as others made him seem. Even though you haven't known him long, you could feel this to be true in your heart. Adam, ever so quiet and observant, hadn't spoken since you made your choice. Just silently observing you with a neutral expression. It wasn't an awkward silence, just an absence of talking. So they could let your choice sink in.

Suddenly, Storm and Iron Man twisted around the corner, Venom and Hulk chasing them down. You could tell their health was low. And instinctively you shot up to heal them, when Lin gently grabbed your wrist. "No.." You briefly looked at him, then at your teammates. And you frowned. When Hulk snatched up Iron Man, crashing him about like a wild ape, you looked away. Ignoring every audible dent in the armor until Stark weakly groaned and was tossed into a building. Your fingers twitched and it took a moment to compose yourself. Storm, who had witnessed your betrayal narrowly evaded Venom and fled back around the same corner to find any members of your team.

You felt sick to your stomach. Not because of your betrayal but because you didn't regret it. Your team was nothing short of a bunch of selfish rejects compiled by a shitty organization, and you were the diamond in the rough. Why suffer the consequences of a mistake that wasn't yours? You didn't belong with them. Selfish as it may be you weren't going back. Lin noticed your troubled look and his hand slipped around your waist, drawing you close to his side. Where he shyly tried to pretend it was a platonic gesture. "Lighten up, buttercup. You just made the best business decision ever." Adam appeared suddenly at your other side where he rested his head on your shoulder. "You made a good choice leaving them behind. They would only hold you back. And with what's to come, we'll need someone like you."

"someone like me?" You repeated in disbelief. Lin and Adam, although they didn't show it, already planned their sneaky responses. Both trying to flirt and be charming in tandem with the other.

"someone so thoughtful–" Lin said. "–And kind." Adam added. Lin had to look away. Because the soft look in your eyes had his heart melting. "So beautiful." He whispered. "So lovely." Adam replied. You relished in their compliments. They were so sweet how could you not?

"That's so nice of you to say.. I.. thank you. For helping me, for saving me, for allowing me to join your team." You used the closeness to wrap your arms around Lin and Adam's shoulders. In response Lin and Adam leaned in your touch, their cheeks smushed against yours. All smiles. "You might be the coolest guys I've ever met."

You remained in that tender embrace for a little while longer, before you pulled away. As a loud horn blared over the battlefield field alerting you all that the last enemy had been taken care of, Lin excitedly grabbed you and Adam's arms and bolted for the ship. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone. It's going to be amazing!!" His mask was somehow starry eyed, and both you and Adam struggled to keep up with his sudden burst of energy. Though you knew deep down, you were excited too. Excited to see how your new life would treat you. And how you, Adam, and Lin could grow even closer than you already have..

[myjedimullet]

Fanfic Idea #99

Defenders find out when Stick trained Matt

Jessica: No wonder you're so... you.

[innytoes]

Apple orchard dates for Rulie?

For Reggie's birthday that summer, Julie had adopted an apple tree with him. Sure, it wasn't as exciting as her gift last year (adopting a dog together), but he still beamed when he read the certificate. Included was a trip to the orchard, where you could pick all the apples from your tree to take home. "I love apple pie!" he crowed. "Can we really go visit my tree in the fall?"

"Yep," she beamed, and he cheered, showing off the picture of 'his' tree to all his friend, proudly talking about how Strong and Productive their child was, look at all those apples. Julie tried not to laugh, or blush at the implications.

So before her visit, she called and orchard to make sure everything was ready for them, and on a beautiful sunny autumn day, they set off, Ellie happily panting in the back seat next to the picnic basket and blanket they'd brought. And Reggie's camera, of course. He loved being Ray's assistant, but he was gunning for taking over some clients on his own instead of always being second shooter.

So of course Julie agreed to 'wear something pretty' so he could practice his skills, though she insisted he did too, so they could take some couple portraits with the little remote as well. So Reggie had swapped his t-shirt for a nice button up, and Julie had made sure her dress matched his flannel, and even Ellie was wearing a cute red bowtie slipped on her collar.

They had a blast all day. The orchard also had some alpacas that Ellie was just fascinated by, and they worked together to get as many apples as they could carry back in the baskets they were given off of AppleToni ("Get it? Like appletini, but a name!").

They spread out their picnic under the tree and had lunch, and maybe a little nap together. She let Reggie have his little photo shoot, laughing when he kept flirting with her, saying things like how it was too easy to get good pictures with such a beautiful model. They took some pictures together, as well, and then, as golden hour was nearing its end, she pulled him close, into a kiss.

"I have a confession," she said, against his lips.

"You already tried one of the apples? I know, I saw you sneak a taste," Reggie said, smirking.

"There's another tree here for us," Julie said, taking his hand and leading him away. He followed, confused, looking back at his camera with a little nervous glance, but the place was deserted other than them. Julie had made sure of it.

A few rows later, they came to the biggest tree in the orchard, the one that had been there originally. The tree was lit up with fairy lights, making it look truly magical in the nearly set sun. And hanging from one of the branches was a wooden sign. Reggie blinked, going over to read it.

Reggie, I want to put down roots with you. Will you marry me?

He turned, gasping when he saw Julie on one knee behind him, with a little open ring box.

"Really?" he whispered, and she nodded.

"I love you more than anything," she said. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Reggie said, all but dragging her up and into a kiss, as Ellie happily bounced around them, barking. Julie carefully took the ring out of the box, sliding it onto his trembling hand, and then kissed him again.

Reggie looked startled when he suddenly heard cheering, as their friends and family popped up from behind several other trees. Dad pulled Reggie into a hug, welcoming him into the family, and Luke and Alex were already popping open a bottle of non-alcoholic apple cider and filling glasses for everyone. Reggie just kept wiping at his eyes to catch the happy tears, staring at his ring finger in awe and delight.

And if in the spring, they got married at the same orchard, blossoms all around, it was just as perfect as their engagement had been.

[lowkeyed1]

Chapter 12 is up! Jade is struggling to bring Graydon and Airk home safe, as the rescue party sets out from Tir Asleen in search of them…

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Willow (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kit Tanthalos/Graydon Hastur, Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos, Kit Tanthalos/Graydon Hastur/Jade Claymore, Thraxus Boorman/Graydon Hastur, Jade Claymore/Graydon Hastur, Graydon Hastur/Airk Tanthalos, Kit Tanthalos/Thraxus Boorman Characters: Kit Tanthalos, Graydon Hastur, Airk Tanthalos, Sorsha (Willow), Jade Claymore, Thraxus Boorman, Elora Danan (Willow), Zivian Hastur Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans!Graydon, Arranged Marriage, First Time, Smutfest Submission, Trans Male Character, Strap-Ons, Edging, Light BDSM, Threesome, Actual plot, Sexual Coercion, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, those last three only come up over 3 chapters and are mentioned in the opening notes, Polyamory Summary: The Gales never came to Tir Asleen, and Kit and Graydon's marriage went ahead as scheduled. How do they cope with this arrangement, especially after Graydon reveals a secret?

[starlitkindred]

Rest of the chapter that I posted the excerpt from is up!

Sorry I am doing some research into Alchemy and item lore for this, and as a result I am trying to tie in the chapters without adding too much... extra explanation? So currently it's been: Foreshadowy Prologue Band of Misfits Meet cute without the cute and much more tension Themes: autonomy vs over stepping boundaries, action adventure, lore within story, lost and found family Current Characters in fic: Blaidd, Rogier, Nepheli, Ranni, Millicent, Tarnished, Iron fist Alexander, Radagon, Marika, briefly Miquella (but more to come)