#like just to warn me and link to a dragon to brace myself for instead of posting the image directly djsklfj

[draconivn]

SLBP. 02 | Merciless Sin

Summary: Just because Lord Masamune is merciful on the battlefield, doesn’t always mean he’s merciful after coming home from a campaign. Part of the One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu birthday series. Pairing: SLBP Masamune x Reader Warnings: Smut, fingering, NSFW Masterpost: LINK

Masamune was always good to me. He was always welcoming of me, just as I am with him. When we had something to tell one another, it took us time before we finally said it and it would solidify our bond as husband and wife. When we needed each other, we supported each other.

"A-Ah... Masamune…"

Though as the man and leader of the House, he always took on more work to be the one everyone could depend on. He once had a cruel side when it came to war, merciless, that everyone was downtrodden even with victory on their shoulders when they returned. He no longer carries that cruel side to the battlefield with him, but instead…

"Please…"

He carries that cruel, merciless side with him to our bed.

Somehow he learned how much pleasure he drowned me in when I was writhing at his touch, overstimulated when he got rough before I would tell him to slow down. But when I peered up into those beautiful heterochromatic eyes of his this evening as I laid bare before him on the bedclothes, there was a hunger in his gaze, a need that burned like fire before the fingers that were nestled inside my walls started to move with a rough pace. He stroked and always nearly missed that spot inside me, his forehead pressed to mine as I gripped his shoulders and squirmed below him. 

"M-Masamune!" I gasped out, a cry interrupting the call of his name. My words left me the moment his head pulled away so he could ravage my breasts with his hot mouth, biting at my skin. The tugs of my nipples between his teeth were eager, capturing them between his lips to suck and his arm wrapped around me to keep me secured to his mouth. I bucked my hips, my nails scraping at his skin and my head tipped back to cry out even louder.

His fingers never stopped, crooking them and moving faster against my walls to make me tremble and squirm no matter how much I begged him. His mouth was ruthless in ravaging my breasts until my skin was marred a deep red as a sign that he had made his claim upon me. 

That no man could ever do to me what he had done.

No man would be so cruel enough to stop all motion and come up to kiss me so tenderly as he did right then and there, letting me rest on the bed as my chest heaved for air. 

I couldn’t stop whimpering against his lips, my nails releasing their grip to squeeze his shoulders before his fingers unfurled with me, slowly stroking and rubbing my walls in a motion that had my head tipping back and eyes shutting in pleasure. “O-Oh–” My voice came out so high in pitch, strangled, in a tone that I hardly recognized myself ever uttering. My hands fell away from his shoulders to fall to either side of my head, my vision a complete blur in my euphoria as he played with my pleasure. “A-Ah–” Not even the moan that fell from my lips sounded like me, trembling in different pitches as he started to pick up his pace of stroking me. I was limp and helpless, my hips lifting to meet his palm but he pinned my hip down to keep me from moving. 

Something was forming in the pit of my stomach, taking me higher and higher to that familiar peak that I rarely reached with this kind of touching before. My chest arched up from the bed until a wave of pleasure crashed over me with a strangled cry, half-mixed with his name and incoherence. I was trembling from head to toe, my toes curling as I kicked against the sheets and squirmed to try to grip onto this rush of pleasure.

But my pleasure only grew when a sudden movement took me by surprise, taking me whole and leaving me to clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle my scream. 

Above me came a groan from Lord Masamune’s lips, his hands gripping my hips and bracing himself to withstand the sudden pressure. In the moment that he made me reach my climax, he had pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock to fill me whole, my walls being stretched and shaped to his length as my orgasm had lubricated his way with ease.

I could hardly focus on anything, like the room was spinning and the only thing that was steady was my lord and lover on top of me, inside me as he leaned down to kiss me gently. 

My arms wrapped around him, a sense of calm as he held me like this to soothe me. My throat almost felt sore from screaming as much as I did just then, though I could feel the curve of his lips against mine telling me that it wasn’t the only screaming I’d be doing today.

“Can you handle me just a bit longer?” he asks softly.

His tone is so gentle with me, always making sure he’s careful and isn’t going to break me. Time and time again, I’ve convinced him that I won’t. It’s made him a different kind of lover in our bed, and he spares no mercy to me until I say it.

I nod gently, whimpering against his lips.

Slowly, I can feel him drawing his hips back, my legs spreading a bit more to cradle him in between, my walls clenching to try to pull him back. 

He tortures me by leaving only the head inside, hovering and letting me whine against his lips. It’s with a slam that he takes me completely, taking me apart and putting me back together that I can’t contain my screams any longer for the rest of the night.

Even his mercy has its limits.

[oliviaelle98]

“A Dragon's Guide to the Many Uses of Ovens”: A Short Story About a Baby Dragon

I stumbled into the road, fangs aching from how tight I clenched my jaw. The exhaustion of the day’s journey had, it seemed, caught up to me at last. Heat flared across my back and wings as my Illusion Charm began to burn away and fall, like ashes, to the ground. Between one moment and the next, my Magick disappeared. I was completely visible.

Turning my head side to side revealed a copse of trees on the far side of the road. I could hide there till my Magick returned, though I wouldn’t make it ho—

An animal screamed on my right, but when I twisted to see what had happened, lights filled my vision. Behind it, I could just make out the dark shadow of a four-wheeled, metallic beast at least a dozen times my size, barreling down on me while a human gaped at me from inside and I realized there was no escape. Then it met me head on.

If I had the soft skin of a typical animal, I would be dead. Instead, my scales saved me. The beast—a human mount—scraped off of them with a screech even while some of my ribs caved inward, cracking and painful, and I skidded along the ground on my side for several feet, wings flared and out of harm’s way. Someone cried out from inside the beast, and the next thing I knew, a human cradled my head in its lap.

There was an overwhelming mix of scents coming off of it, sticking in my nose, masking everything else and burning me with their stench, to the point I couldn’t even hope to identify its feelings. It rambled, though, in some human language I couldn’t understand, and one hand tugged continuously on a strand of hair even while the other pat nervously at my head.

It was likely trying to soothe me, I decided, but I couldn’t let my guard down. I had broken the number one Dragon Law by letting myself be seen. I couldn’t continue to break the Law by remaining there—and I definitely couldn’t let the human continue to coddle me.

Shaking away the hand and struggling to my feet, I braced my body against the mount and stared at the forest. Apparently, I was old enough to venture out on my own, but my Magick wasn’t powerful enough for a daylong journey yet.

Traveling now would be difficult with both broken ribs and no Magick, which was... more than unfortunate. My mother had let me out of the nest on the condition I returned within forty-eight hours. If I didn’t, I didn’t want to think what she would do to the poor human who had injured me.

I took a deep breath, fought back the pain in my ribs, and put all my weight on my feet. But after only a few steps, something clicked behind me, and the human made another noise.

Twisting my neck around, I stared at it.

The human crouched next to the open door of the mount, stance open and fingers coaxing. Was it... trying to communicate? Even though humans hadn’t evolved enough to speak Dragon yet?

It repeated the noise again.

Aiken? Was it trying to say my name? What was that “geh” sound?

It paused to make clucking noises with its tongue, continued making more useless noises, and then shook its head several times, which seemed counterproductive to anything it could possibly be attempting.

Though, admittedly, it was probably more helpful than the way it reached back up to tug harshly on its hair and drag its hand down its own face. But then it shook its head again, harder this time, and looked me straight in the eyes as it gestured towards the door and made more noises.

And at the end, there it was again. More like “Gaiken” than “Aiken.” I didn’t know how it learned my name, and if I went with it and we got caught, my mother would mistake it for a dragonnapper and burn it for sure. But my side ached, and the cover of the mount was much closer than the cover of the trees. As much as I hated the idea of needing a mere human’s help...

Tossing my horns and letting out a warning growl, I stepped towards the human.

Link to the full story will be in the reblog!

[fanatic-writers]

15 Day Challenge; Day 7: Leaf Pile

A/n: This one is a bit longer than the others. Something about the prompt just had me going on a grand idea. It’s not exactly how I planned, but I think it’s better tbh. Let me know what you think of the series so far! You guys seem to love it which is excellent! -G

Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: none 

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“I thought you didn't like that scarf?” Loki asked when she walked into the living room

“You said I had to wear it next time we went out and we're going out,” she said

“What do you have in mind today?” He asked grabbing his coat

“We're going to make a leaf pile,” she replied linking her arm around his

“Isn't this a bit childish?” He asked as she formed a pile of leaves to her best ability. She had taken him to a park that was fairly close to the tower.

“It's not my fault you didn't have a childhood and have to make up for it,” she shrugged

“That makes no sense,” the god looked at her confused

“Just jump in the damn pile,” she rolled her eyes

Loki stepped cautiously into the pile of leaves, Y/n shook her head and jumped in after him. She did her best to show him the proper way to play in a leaf pile, and after a few minutes of grumping he joined in. The pile was destroyed, and despite the cold, the pair stayed and laid in what was left of it.

“That one looks like a dog,” she said pointing to one of the clouds

“You think they all look like dogs,” the god chuckled

“Well then what do you see?” she asked keeping her eyes on the sky

“A lindwyrm,” he shrugged

“A what?” she looked at him, eyes wide

“A lindwyrm,” he paused “they're like snakes but with two legs and a dragon’s head,”

“What do they do?” she asked intrigued by this new creature

“Odin always said they gnawed on the roots of Yggdrasil,” he said turning to her

“The life tree right?” she asked

He nodded “it's getting late, the others may wonder where we are,”

“One more jump?” she asked

“Is there even anything left to jump into?” He replied pulling her to her feet.

“There's enough,” she smiled as she ran into the pile and jumped. A loud yelp escaped her lips, and she stumbled trying to stand up straight. Loki rushed to her side to help her steady herself.

“You just had to jump in one more time,” He said shaking his head

“I'm fine,” she said trying to walk but wincing as she tried to walk

“No you're not,” he replied picking her up bridal style “You mortals are so fragile,”

“Put me down,” she cried

“You’re not walking,” he replied

She sighed and wrapped her arms around her neck to prevent herself from falling again.

“What did you do?” Tony asked when Loki walked into the tower

“Why do you think that I did something?” the god responded

“You're carrying a Y/n, of course, you did something,” Tony retorted

“I did it to myself,” she piped up

“Did you or did he tell you to say that?” the engineer looks at her quizzically

“For Christ’s sake if he did something to me then why would he have carried me back here instead of leaving me there or making me walk,” she replied “You can put me down now,”

“Are you sure?” He looked down at her worried “It's not that far to the medical wing,”

“I'm fine it's just a rolled ankle,” she told him

“If you're sure,” he said still not setting her down

“I'm positive,” she smiled

Slowly he lowered her to the ground and helped her stand. Tony lead them to the med bay, and Loki was Y/n’s personal crutch the entire way. No matter how much he hated to admit it she had worried him if she was hurt, even if it were just a rolled ankle, the others wouldn't trust him around her anymore. Which meant no more outings with just the two of them, no time alone with her at all most likely.

“You're going to need to stay off your foot for a while,” Bruce told her “it's just a sprain, but you have to let it heal properly.”

“See,” She said turning to Loki “not a big deal.”

“You should be back to normal in about 6 weeks. It's not too bad, so if you can I'd like you to start walking on it as soon as possible, we'll get a brace for you to help. I'd also like to start,” Bruce droned on, Loki tried to pay attention, but all he could think about was how the others would react. If he wasn't allowed near her, he didn't know what he'd do.

“Loki,” the god was pulled out of his thoughts “keep an eye on her, she'll want to do more than she can. Make sure she doesn't ok?”

Loki nodded, Bruce walked out, and the god followed.

“You want me to babysit her?” Loki asked, trying to be annoyed

“Thor told me what happened at the pumpkin patch a while back, knowing Y/n she probably would've broken something if you didn't catch her.” Bruce explained “I think you're the best to look after her. She won't listen to Tony and Steve out of spite, and I have enough on my hands let alone her. Thor and Clint would just egg her on, and Nat would try to get her to spar or something.”

“So I'm a last resort?” he asked

“No,” the doctor replied “You're the only one who she listens to, and you care about her enough to make sure she doesn't make herself worse.”

A few weeks later she was sprawled out on the couch.

“You're sure we can't go out yet?” she groaned

“You're the one who decided that you could spar with Clint behind my back. You did this to yourself,” the god replied

“You don't let me do anything fun,” She pouted

“You could be doing something fun if you hadn't tried kick Barton in the face,” he reminded her

“It's not my fault he said I couldn't hit him with my boot,” she retorted “it's also not my fault he convinced me to spar. I'm a young lady, I'm easy to take advantage of,”

Loki shook his head “It didn't seem like that when I walked into the training room to find you pinning the archer down.”

“Who even told you where we were?” she asked

“Steven mentioned seeing you with Clint, I figured I'd check the training room first.” The god replied, truthfully he'd searched the entire building when he had found out you weren't in your room like you were supposed to be.

“You do know that they could very well make sure we don't get to have our little outings anymore if you get worse because I didn't look after you,” he told her

“Lie,” she smiled “the others can't stand you long enough to hang out with you,” Loki glared at her, and she chuckled “It’s true,”

“You think they care if I'm happy?” He reasoned

“Maybe,” she paused “probably not. But, they do want to make sure you aren't planning world takeover part two. So they need someone to watch you or keep you busy, and I guess that person is me,”

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he told her

“I know,” she smiled

“So you like our outings then,” he said

“Of course I do, they were my idea stupid,”

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A/n: Quick reminder that requests are open so send some in! -G