#lin smut

[justblades]

❝ THE GENERALS' COCKSLEEVE ! ❞

ᝰ. JIYAN x afab! reader x GESHU LIN

๋ᝰ. IN WHICH geshu lin tries to heal your hurt heart as you thought it was a one sided love with jiyan

ᝰ. SMUT, 18+ ONLY. double vaginal penetration, threesome, possessive! geshu lin, WC: 4.2k

a confidential expedition was sought in order to study the occurrences in the battle beneath the crescent. as there was no concrete evidence that recounts the whole of what transpired way back then, it was then decided the magistrate to take precautionary steps to delve deeper into the event.

as soon as the decision has been made, jiyan reaches out for you to talk in private. a secluded room freed from disturbances and lurking ears, a solemn look dances in his golden gaze. "the magistrate ordered for us to study the geographic location when the first retroact rain befell." he states as he shuffles the letter back to the envelope that he received from jinhsi.

a wax seal of ivory color engrained with the sentinel jué's design adorns the surface, jiyan's fingers trail the edges. you purse your lips tightly, reluctance slightly rising from your façade of composure. a tale as old as time, the jinzhou residents knew very well the story of the battle of the crescent.

what dawns in your perturbed mind was the former general behind it, the one deemed as the hero, the savior of all eventually leads the lives of the many to meaningless sacrifices. just the mere stories of those who witnessed general geshu's might would suffice to reinforce the thought on anyone that he was strong, mighty, that those onyx flames of his seared and tore through his countless enemies.

you're just as curious as the person next door. being jiyan's one of the few trusted rangers, you nodded, giving consent to the mission. the two of you will then embark on the journey once the sun rays peek through the bed of stars and the darkness.

it will pass . . . and so, the daybreak arises.

coming vis-à-vis with the general upon the agreed time to meet, the two of you swiftly weave through the vast forest, eliminating any possible tacet discord that might hinder your exploration progress with swift and haste. "we're nearing the norfall barrens now, be careful." jiyan reminds you as he treads forward, the broadblade hoisted at hand to prepare for any case of danger to come.

"yes, general." you reply as you manage to scan your surroundings carefully. as the ground beneath your feet starts to feel different the farther you walked and the olden structures welcome your vision with a faint light, the general looks back at you to confirm his observation. nodding in agreement, a sharp, gelid wind blows within, jiyan's teal locks ripple along the muted breeze.

"the magistrate ordered for us to not stay here for too long, as there's a possibility we might encounter larger waves of tacet discords." he pauses for a short while. "however, if we do not split up and make haste, we might lose the frequencies left behind the battle that might lead to  potential clues. given that we're both resonators, we're capable of diluting the echoes residing within the field."

he stops in his tracks, explaining the pros and cons of the decision to take. naturally, he's gearing towards the advice of jinhsi, as it is true that staying longer in this place will expose the two of you in greater danger. but a part of him doesn't want to split up from you, worrying he'll lose a trustworthy, competent figure in the midst of this expedition.

having known the general for quite some time, you've come to understand patches of his personality as if it were the back of your hand. you'd notice in the slightest change of his facial expressions, even more so in his tone lacing his words. no matter how miniscule the shift is, you'll always be able to know. "fret not, general. i assume you know me well as i know you." you simply state, flashing a small reassuring smile to subside the doubt gnawing at his bones.

jiyan nods slightly in exchange. "understood. i'll contact you via your terminal once i'm finished with exploring the half of the land and you'll do the same with yours. if you come into trouble, just ring me up, i'll come to your aid quickly." you reach for the gourd behind you, double checking if its functions are working in pristine condition.

after enough preparation, the two of you then separated ways with no goal other than to stay alive, rush to the aid of your companion in any hint of trouble and lastly, to pick up clues that draw back to the event. you make your way to the west of the norfall barrens, focusing on your senses to ensure that the exploration would go smoothly.

darkness envelops the whole land, dark embers of faded crimson continually drift from one place to another. among the lingering eerie noises resonating in the field, a distinct voice surfaces - "so it is you."

goosebumps ride on your skin as you prepare into stance and hoist your weapon, eyebrows furrowed as sobriety exudes from your body. when all of a sudden, a towering presence appears behind your back, and as you take a swift turn to face your supposedly opponent and strike them down in a single swing, black and indigo violet flames set the barren lands ablaze, kindling with the littlest movements from the broadblade the person does.

you take a step back, a suffocating heat engulfs everything, the oxygen left in your lungs thinning. struggling to catch your breath, you ball your fists and cough repetitively - the scale of this power is far too destructive.

"still holding out? impressive. no wonder he picked you."

once you finally manage to stabilize your breathing, you enhance your physical body with your forte, bracing impact once the person finally engages with you head on. within a blink of an eye, strands of long, grayish white hair comes to sight, and a pair of honey golden eyes lock gazes with yours.

he closes in with immense speed as the two of you exchange blows left and right. the male grits his teeth as the corner of his lips twitch upwards, "commend yourself for being able to withstand a fraction of my flames."

a gut feeling kicks in, that the danger you were watching out for - was finally settling. you instantly reach for the gourd as an attempt to reach jiyan on the other end, but no avail, the mysterious figure was faster than you. he approaches from above, swinging once more, clashing with your sword as his broadblade defeats yours. he successfully unarms you and manages to immobilize you with makeshift of bindings to keep you still. your back crashes flat on the dry land, a sharp pang of pain striking on your torso.

met with utter loss, he draws closer to you. he reaches his bandaged hand to your face, "could it be . . ." and your consciousness gradually fades away. "general geshu lin?"

rousing from a shortlived slumber, you jolt awake as your eyes peel open, your movements feel minimized. you examine the surroundings, and then yourself - a special restraint encages the both of your wrists together, seemingly one that is made of advanced technology especially catered to confine resonators. you knew from one look that it'd be useless to try and break free and you no longer bothered trying. instead, you opted for any possible methods to escape.

"general jiyan would not be able to come to your aid today, unfortunately." there it was again, the hoarse voice that resounds to your ears like a nightmare fuel. you flinch as you see him within your line of vision once more, confusion washes over yourself, at a loss for words in response to what he said.

"general, why?" was all you could verbalize amidst the worry pulling back your tongue. you bite your lip and could not help but think about jiyan, who put faith in your capabilities only for you to end up like this. "you're asking the wrong question." he says and kneels lower to your level, driving you to a corner as birch walls meet your back.

it was a small cabin from no one knows where that he resided in, necessary supplies and equipment arranged in a chronological manner displayed on the shelves. a dim light illuminated the vicinity, it flickers in opposition to geshu's strong gaze. "i know you have an unrequited love for the general - but you know as much as any midnight ranger that love is not a priority in jiyan's life."

his words struck like sharp lightning aiming to your heart, crushing it whole into smithereens of pain as your world flips upside down. questions come whirring in your mind, such as: why does he know? how does he know? what benefit does this fact bring to him?

unfortunately, his claim was true. being by the general's side for several years, you've seen him be vulnerable, reliable, and resolute regarding whatever trouble may come in his way. his bravery to withstand the lurking unknown sparked your faded flame inside your heart. jiyan became the beacon of light in your muddled world, as the two of you brave through the obstacles with joint forces, in every long night.

the sorrow he faced that you shared with him - it was halved. the joys he witnessed that you shared with him - it was doubled.

"come, be my companion instead. let us eliminate together the darkness at bay." geshu proposes and inches closer to you, his masculine features coming into full view. this time, you could see him better this time, only now noticing details you haven't before. a small mark adorns his face under his left eye and a diagonal scar carves his sultry lips.

he looks at you solemnly, you could feel the proximity between the two of you increase, until he finally presses his lips onto yours gently. shock courses in your veins - the general's tongue makes way inside your mouth, lapping your taste as it twirls with yours, performing a tantalizing rhythm to which mewls were elicited from the drowning pleasure.

you try to retort in opposition to his actions, but your protest was silenced as his right arm snakes its way up to your torso, tearing the fabric of your clothing with little effort. he nestles your nipple within the warm palm of his hand, his calloused fingertips fiddle on the very hard bud.

after making a concoction of your salivas mixed together, geshu breaks the kiss, leaving a trail that connects your lips to his.  "i-i can't abandon general jiyan from a petty reason. i did not uphold my duty all this time just so my feelings were to be reciprocated."

his aureate irises fixate on your features, "and you're loyal too. sorry, but i won't be as gentle as jiyan is to you." geshu crashes his lips on yours once more, this time, a burning carnal desire exudes from his aura, hands now exploring your body, removing the remaining worn out clothing as your tits spring free, nipples erect as glacial winds caress your skin. "so? have you two engaged in such an encounter before?" he manages to query in between heated kisses.

a muffled "no" reverberates and geshu immediately understands. a smirk creeps up to his face and pulls away, an idea slipping into his mind as he now buries his face in the crook of your neck. he asserts dominance as the general flicks his tongue all over the shell of your ear, proceeding to give the whole part slow, sloppy licks, as well as biting on the lobe to determine which you'd like more.

as if you were melting, you felt like putty in his touches as he continues to toy with your breasts. he savors your skin down to the sweet spot on your neck, putting pressure once he sucks on the part, leaving lust filled bruises. taking turns from licking, biting, and sucking, he finally gets his fill as his erection grows bigger and harder to restrain within.

a thought crosses your mind as his bulge brushes on your clothed region, maybe it isn't that bad, accepting general geshu lin's proposal, that is.

geshu shifts positions, he lays on his back as he makes you straddle his pelvis. "cat bit your tongue? i suppose i have to let your body do the talking from here on." heat rushes to your cheeks, embarrassment dawning as you, ironically, grind your lower region against his bulge, creating friction to ease the lust brewing in your lower stomach.

the confinements of the both of your clothing felt impeding to the satisfaction the both of you are chasing. no longer spending time to be rational, you let your emotions guide your next course of action - you strip down his black pants alongside his undergarment, revealing his girthy cock itching for action.

it was adorned by the most prominent blueish veins, it continually twitches, as well as very warm in contrariety to the chilly, tranquil atmosphere encompassing the two of you. you gather spit from the back of your cheeks, redirecting it past your lips, creating leeway for it to trickle down geshu's throbbing dick.

with heavy lidded eyes and blind guess if the accuracy was right, your drool drips down from the head of his cock down to the shaft, cloudy hues gracing it. you slowly wrap your hands around his length, carelessly curling your fingers as you stroke it up and down, starting slowly yet sloppily.

geshu's body tenses from the foreign sensation, his legs trembling and arms jerking. he shuts his eyes, indulging in the feeling as you continue pumping him, granting you low growls of pleasure from the male. meanwhile you remain straddling him, higher levels of libido rushing to your bloodstream as you pick up the pacing. "t-that's it—" geshu verbalizes with a faint voice.

he gets along with your momentum, thrusting his hips upwards in accordance to your rhythm. as he was nearing his release the faster it dragged on, he rises only to flip your frail body around, pinning you down against the floorboards. geshu's chest rises and falls continuously, panting heavily as he feels his release draw back, much to his wish. you've never felt so small and helpless before.

you could pick up every detail of his body language, yet heeded no mind for the embarrassment that was previously gushing in your system. your mind starts to feel dizzy yet carefree, as if like you've drifted far away from reality and only cared about nothing other than satiating your hunger for carnal desire. once geshu's breathing stabilizes, he presses your lips against yours again, relishing every drop of your saliva.

it was becoming messy, but still, the two of you continued like animals in heat. he bites on your lower lip and sucks on the part up to no end, granting him winces of pain mixed with pleasure altogether. a deep chuckle resounds, "quite daring for you to enjoy that."

"no matter, i'll proceed as i please now." he continues and sweeps aside your soaked panties, revealing a heavenly view for him to revel in - white liquids seep out of your slit, a certain pungent scent wafts into his nostrils. "your scent is everywhere." the general states as a matter of fact.

uncertain if that was to be taken in a positive connotation, he wraps his hand around his dick and slaps it against your folds lightly, tapping the very head on your clit. the littlest touches send you spiraling into bliss, a strong yearning growing within. "put it in." you whisper with a weak voice. geshu looks at you, surprised, even more so once you add, "please."

your melting expressions have long been engraved in his mind, as he guides his tip to your slit, the door of his cabin busts open, a strong force sends it flying to the other side of the wall. geshu lin lets out a hoarse laugh, "ah, look who's here!" almost as if he was rejoicing, he repositions the two of your bodies, now holding you up as you sat on his dick.

your sight becomes hazy from all the foreplay ensuing, weakening senses coming back as you saw the familiar hues of teal within your bleary vision. jiyan stands across from your lust-lost bodies, eyes enlarging into two full moons as shock was painted upon his masculine features.

he hoists up his broadblade once more, threatening geshu to let go of your naked body. "general jiyan, if you would not treat such a competent figure like her right, then let me do it in your stead . . . as i am confident that i can treat her better."

rivalry rose from the two males, "that is no way to treat someone." jiyan's words cut through the thick tension sharply, while geshu's brows knit. "you say that, but have you paid attention to the face she's making?" just as he finishes his question, he pushes your body against his cock, thrusting into your cunt with no forewarnings. the intrusion makes a lewd, sloppy noise, accompanied by your moan unintentionally slipping.

a surprising warmth expands through your insides, stretching your velvet walls apart as they mold around the shape of the general's cock. you throw your head back in immense pleasure as he fills you up, mind almost threatening to go blank. "if you want to take her back, prove that she'd want you to reclaim her away from my grasp."

"if not . . . i'm afraid this will be the last time you'll be able to set your eyes on her."

jiyan has always been a rational person, one of the many qualities that renounce him to be truly befitting a title of a general. yet, as he sees you get lost among the sea of pleasure geshu lin has been drowning you in, a sense of ache thrums his heart against his ribcage. with slow steps he took, he's now merely inches apart from you.

geshu continues to hold you up and still, while jiyan leaves a chaste kiss on your cheek first and foremost: a sight that the former general would rather not have seen at all, contributing to his annoyance. while you remained there, incapable of taking action as if you're merely just existing. with little mustered strength, you manage to wrap you arms around jiyan's neck as you loll him into a deep kiss.

a deep kiss capable of delivering human emotions through an intimate action, "general. . ." your voice was faint, yet he understood your intentions. he shuts his eyes and let his emotions take control, immediately fondling your exposed chest as the icy tips of his golden armor fiddle your perked up buds. a moan escapes, followed by even more as the light haired general thrusts in and out of you with great force, the tip of his dick kissing your very womb. "g-general!" you yelp in an attempt to cry for mercy, yet you were only met with more brazenness.

"now you sound like you're yearning for two inside your tight hole." geshu says, frustration lacing his tone as he clicks his tongue afterwards.

jiyan's breathing becomes staggered, letting himself loose as he licks your boobs with his wet tongue, poking its tip on your erect nipples. your body flinches, its sensitivity building up while you remain a moaning mess. even you, yourself lost track of which general you were pleading to for, all you want is to drift afloat into the euphoric seventh heaven, with no other worries in mind but having your thirst quenched.

"will it fit . . ?" he asks as he casts you a look of concern, eyes fixing particularly on your lips that have been stained by three salivas all in all. jiyan unbuckles the dyad belt adorning his waist, letting everything come undone while geshu continues to pump in and out of you, his strong hands grip the plush of your thighs rather tight.

you could hear his mewls from behind, yet your attention was taken by jiyan who's currently stroking himself at the view in front of him. he sheepishly watches you get your cunt pistoned by the former general, his aching erection protruding from the fine fabric of his boxers. " . . . put it in too, general."

the two of them, simultaneously, had their jaws fall agape in shock upon hearing such yearning words come out of your mouth. with a sense of responsibility burning within jiyan, he strips himself naked at this point in time - ready to heed your request. his hands glide all the way down to your inner thighs, his dominant hand's fingers brush back and forth on your dewed folds. he anchors his attention on your pussy alone, at how it flutters every time geshu's cock pounds you in and out.

his patience starts to wear thin, the same could be said for you. with watery eyes and melting expressions, you call for him once more. "please." you mumble, but was eventually silenced as geshu turns you to him and initiates an open mouthed kiss. the teal haired general ached twice as much for more pleasure as he finally spreads your lower lips open, making more space for his dick to go in.

the head of his cock kisses the outermost part of your walls yet you were already squirming. numbness strikes through your legs and quiver, but geshu lin stabilizes them with his one arm hooked on the both of your thighs. he shoots jiyan a frustrated glare, one that seemingly felt that spoke words of "what are you waiting for?"

with slow motions, he finally inserts himself into you, the shaft of his cock comes into contact along with geshu's. jiyan's eyes dared to fall, a titillating feeling wallowing his dick whole. "so tight." he manages to utter in between his hardly stifled, ragged breathing, evident that this feeling was overwhelming.

it was getting overstimulating within each passing minute, with two, fat, big cocks buried inside of you, warming and accompanying your velvet walls as one of them itches to move - geshu's tip crooks inside and rubs on your sweet, textured spot, rewarding the generals your strings of satisfaction. "ah— i'm cumming!"

perhaps it was too late when you said it, but geshu pulls out, giving jiyan a chance to fully savor your slutty hole. "i'll make use of your mouth for now." he flips you around, making you stand on all fours with your ass perked upwards, giving jiyan a full view of your aching cunt.

you shake your hips in desperation, wriggling around just to feel his tip come into contact with your slicked walls again. all the while you coil your digits around geshu's cock, starting off with the head by kitty licks on its little slit. the white haired general loses composure and restraint, hands finding themselves cupping the frame of your face, urging for you to go deeper. as obedient as you became once lust runs in your system, you finally lap all his length up, and at the same time, jiyan rams into you, continuing where he left off earlier.

more sloppy sounds emit from the intercourse as slurping and licking accompanied geshu's dick. sweat begins to trickle all the way down all of your bodies, both the generals' luscious hair becomes disheveled, they ramp their movements by a notch as jiyan performs such impactful thrusts, ramming with his balls deep in and as for geshu, he fills your mouth with his dick alone - both aiming to chase the familiar feeling of release.

jiyan's pacing transitions into a faster one, hands gripping your waist hardly that'll certainly leave a burning sensation on your skin later on. meanwhile geshu lin, he bucks his hips forward, the tip of his cock kissing the very back of your throat. tears then begin to well up in your eyes, burning your irises as your gag reflex was getting harder and harder to tame.

"swallow it."

"i'll shoot it inside."

the both of them says in unison, and finally, strings of their sticky cum sprawl all over your body's insides: one in your womb and another in your throat. the two generals took some time to let these events sink in their desire filled minds, dicks still not softening any time soon.

jiyan looks at your naked back, the supple skin of yours makes him want to do more; eventually succumbing to the temptation. he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you to a tight embrace, chin rests on your shoulder blade. you heavily pant, the back of your head now laid on the plane of his chest. the two of you then look over to geshu lin, whose facial expressions say that he's in no way satisfied. reading the ambience of the atmosphere, a gut feeling kicks in and tells you that jiyan feels the same.

geshu lin closes in, kissing away the drool escaping past the margins of your soft, sultry lips. jiyan then does the same, softly nibbling on your shoulder, making you elicit a short whimper.

"now, tell us. which one of us do you prefer?"

[luvlyycy]

his body quivers .

lin purses his lips in a thin line, cursing himself as he fists his own cock. it's wet, loud— and his ears are ringing. you're stuck in his head, his brain stuck on earlier in the day when he walked in on you in the shower, well, you coming out the shower.

thick drops of water traveling down the valley of your boobs, swaying down your stomach and dripping from your hair. he moans, pupils dilated and blown out as he whispers your name into the empty air of his room. his hand slows around his tip, curling— similar to what he's seen in porn. he's sort of innocent in the sex department, but he's always been awfully sexually driven.

this is the third time he's jerked himself to the thought of you.

he's not bold enough to ever say what he is, which is in love. but he is bold enough to thrust his hips up into his fist and moan shamelessly into his room. his eyes squeeze shut as he imagines your beautiful lips wrapped around his cock— sucking— your eyes pleading for him to cum in your mouth.

"i- i'm gonna— gonna cum. for, for you— fuck."

audio + video >:3c

[thegreatgatslin]

MARK YOU UP - RIN ITOSHI X F!READER (18+)

╰┈➤ SYNPOSIS: you get a little too friendly with one of rin's teammates at a party. he doesn't like that. ╰┈➤ CONTAINS: fwb!rin, possessive!rin, p in v sex, orgasm denial, marking, degrading ('slut'), but also praise?? ('good girl'), idk man just shoot me alr ╰┈➤ WC: 450 ╰┈➤ series m.list || isagi vers. here

if this is what pissing off the rin itoshi gets you -

you wouldn’t mind doing it all over again.

because now he’s got you bent over in his apartment, your makeup utterly ruined as he plows into you relentlessly. his hot breath fans across your back with each pant, and you scrabble at the surface of the kitchen counter, cheek squished against the cool surface. you’re sure the neighbours can hear the both of you, but you just can’t seem to care.

he reaches under you, rubs circles into your clit, and you feel your eyes roll back as your mouth falls open into a whine. you feel him tightening his grip on your hips, hitting deeper with every thrust.

“rinnnnnnn,” you wail. “harder!”

“yeah?” you hear the strain in his voice, and lift your head to look back over your shoulder, meeting his hooded teal eyes that are darkened with lust. “you like that, huh?”

“sooooo good, rin… feels s’good! m’gonna cum soon…”

and soon you regret saying anything at all, because - 

the sick bastard stops. he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling unbearably empty, and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you into him. the air is knocked out of your lungs when your back hits the hard planes of his muscular torso, but the real asphyxiation comes when he leans down, lips brushing your ear, and whispers -

“you think that bastard isagi could fuck you like this?”

“what?” your eyes widen in confusion. “w-what do you -”

“lie to me all you want, y/n, but i saw you,” rin growls. he sounds almost feral now, as if he’s returning to his base animalistic instincts. “getting all chummy with him of all people? as if you’re not coming back to me at the end of the night, begging me to make you feel good like the slut that you are?”

“rin, i -”

you’re cut off when he turns you around and hooks an arm under one of your legs, exposing your core, dripping with arousal, to his hungry eyes. he pushes you backwards, the counter pressing painfully into your back, then sinks his teeth into your neck. it’s definitely gonna leave a mark, but again, you can’t seem to care all that much.

“rin!” you moan weakly, trying to push him away, but he’s just so much stronger than you. “we agreed, no ma -”

“fuck that,” he hisses, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, then pushes his length back into you in one fluid motion. “i’m gonna show all those idiots who you belong to, ruin you for any other man.

“now take it all like a good girl.”

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[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.

-----

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.”

[writing-mlm]

The Price of Losing

Summary: Being sucked into a video game world because two Doom’s are trying to take over the world is bad enough. But dealing with a try-hard support who hasn’t lost since this started is beyond crazy, thankfully Lin has the perfect way to break that streak. Pairing: Lin Lie x Male!Reader Wc: 5.6k tags/warning: canon-level violence, porn WITH plot, jealous Lin, sex as a bribe, mating press, riding, finger sucking, degrading said as praise, healers being yelled at, I spent way too much time looking at Hydra and Tokyo-2099 maps for this, powers based on Raven (Dc comics) a/n: hiii people in my phone, take this smut as my peace offering

“Thank you,” Storm smiles as you use the darkness to suck the life from the enemy team, using their life force to heal your team. Iron Fist, Venom, Cloak, and Captain America fall to the ground as you let them go, their bodies slump on the ground. Hawkeye and Wanda quickly finish the ones you didn’t kill, leaving the domination point filled with only your team. You watch as their bodies time out, your shoulders dropping as you get a couple of seconds to relax. Floating, you cross your legs and heal yourself. Venom has been diving you for the past twenty minutes and you didn’t want to overwhelm Jeff with healing you. 

You didn’t mind being into an alternate universe, although you’d been mostly retired from the whole hero scene up until that point. It’s been six months of this, some weird video game where you were sometimes picked to play against other heroes from different universes. Or was it timelines? You couldn’t keep up— didn’t, if you were being honest. 

It was nice, although you’d been stuck with your main role being a healer. You certainly weren’t known for your healing back home, but you did heal exceptionally well. You grin as you check your cuff, twenty-zero-thirty-eight with almost thirty thousand healing. With your whole team having a giant zero next to the number of times they’ve died, you guess you were well-suited to being a healer. 

Well, not Jeff. He always died with the enemies he swallowed instead of spitting them out for some reason. 

“My ultimate is ready!” Storm calls, her voice echoing through your earpiece. 

“We only have ten seconds left, you should wait!” You warn, looking around for her, and find her at the entrance of the enemy team, ready to press the button. “We’ll go into our final match before they get here.” 

“But I hate going into overtime!” Hawkeye groans, checking his quiver as more arrows appear from thin air. Rolling your eyes, you watch and listen as Galatca starts her countdown. As she does, you see the other team rushing towards the point. Iron Fist rapidly punches to launch himself forward while Rocket is using his jetpack to try and back it before time runs out. Unfortunately for them, they’re just a second too late as the round ends with you face-to-face with Iron Fist. 

He huffs as time slows down, the air blowing into your face as you wink before being transported to the waiting room of the next map. 

“Who has their ultimates ready?” Bucky’s voice drowns out the sound of him rolling his metal arm. “I’m at sixty-eight,”

“Full,” You reply after checking your meter. 

“Me too,” Storm nods. 

“Ninety,” Wanda sighs. “Hopefully Cloak doesn’t vanish his team again,” You hum, looking around for a water bottle in the throne room. They’re usually hidden around somewhere. 

“Ten,” Hawkeye frowns. Jeff barks something and then spins, water splashing around as he does. 

“It’s full,” You translate for him and he jumps, throwing a healing bubble at you to confirm. Bucky nods as you get a small speed boost, using the time to scratch the bottom of Jeff’s chin. His back paws rapidly hit the floor and you coo before hearing the countdown starting up. 

“I’ll stay in the back line. If all six touch base I’ll pop my ult,” You tell them as everyone stands at the entrance. 

“I’ll keep their tanks off of you,” Wanda promises.

“Me and Storm will push them back, Hawkeye should stay in the rafters and pick off anyone who gets past us.”

“Sounds good to me!” Hawkeye agrees and the doors open. Jeff gives everyone a speedboat and you all push towards the middle room. 

The Hydra map is the Frozen Airfield, so while Hawkeye takes the side entrance to get to the balcony the rest of you take the hallway straight there. By the time you get there, you hear Rocket's feet pattering against the metal and Captain America’s heavy footsteps. He’s such a pain in your ass, but hey, at least he can’t knock you off of the map this time. 

From the corner of your eye, you see Dagger talking before Captain America gives a confirmation nod. 

“Cloak and Dagger are about to ult,” You warn, using the darkness to push Squirrel Girl back. You haven’t spotted Iron Fist yet but you see Venom swing down from the other balcony. 

“Got her,” Storm says and leaves the point to deal with her. Knocking down Rocket and Squirrel Girl with your darkness blast ability, you give Wanda a little extra healing as she deals with the Venom desperately trying to nab you. Finishing the two off, you glance around to see if anyone needs healing. Storm is coming back from an eliminated Cloak and Dagger, getting healed by Jeff who’s happily waddling around. 

“Iron Fist has his fist shoved up my—“ Hawkeye cuts himself off as he jumps from the balcony, rolling to your side as you rapidly heal him. Reloading, you and Hawkeye tag team Iron Fist just as he pops his ultimate, thankfully, though, Storm notices the crowded point and pops hers, too. 

Pulling everyone from the enemy team closer to her, you work on healing the others while the enemies get picked off. The point gets claimed just as Storm goes back to normal. 

“Fist is back at zero, then. But Cloak and Dagger still have theirs ready,” Bucky reminds everyone as you watch Jeff place down scattered bubbles. 

“I think Cap just got his, too,” Hawkeye sighs. “I saw his cuff turn gold.” 

“That’s fine,” You shake your head. “Bucky has his and I still have mine. Wanda should’ve gotten hers by now, too,” She only nods, flexing her red magic as a confirmation. 

“Wanda should use hers if more than three of them come at once. Everyone else needs to cover her so she doesn’t get eliminated before she finishes it.” Bucky instructs. 

“I’ll go to the balcony, that way there’s less time for them to react,” She offers and flies up. Jeff joins her, sitting and waiting to heal her as you hear them running up. Stepping off of the point, you dip over to see who’s heading over before they can see you. 

“Cap, Cloak, Squirrel, and Rocket.” Bucky nods and then gives Wanda the signal. She nods just as they step through the doors. She pops her ultimate while you corral them forward, keeping them from running away with the help of Bucky’s arm. You can hear them firing her but the sound of Jeff’s rapid healing outdoes them before they all fall, waiting for their timer to run out. 

“We should team up more often,” Hawkeye grins as you’re finishing up Wanda’s healing. “This is fun!” 

“You’ve made it halfway!” Galacta announces and you confirm on your cuff. 

“Venom behind you!” Bucky warns and you fly up, dodging his ultimate while Hawkeye rolls to the side. Healing him as you fly down, you see Bucky and Wanda dealing with him. You still haven’t spotted Iron Fist but you know he hasn’t disconnected, so he’s probably lurking around somewhere. 

“Squirrel Stampede!” Isn’t as scary when Bucky shoots the swarm of squirrels until they’re gone. But what comes next only makes you groan. 

“Us against the world!” Moving out of the way as Cloak and Dagger go barrelling across the point, you and Jeff heal the others while also trying to find an untouched spot on the point. By that point five of them are on the point— all six when Venom lands on it. You could use your ultimate, but there’s no guarantee they’ll all die from it. It only lasts five seconds so once it’s up, you rush back to the point just before they take it and use your ultimate with your team rushing in front of you to act as a barrier.

“Heaven and Purgatory swarms you!” You shout before the point is covered in a field of darkness. Six confirmed kills appear on your cuff and the points capture progress goes back to blue. 

“Good timing,” Bucky nods while Hawkeye pats your shoulder. Nodding, you watch as the map shifts, opening the large window to your left. With Jeff’s ultimate ready he could get another team wipe before you’ve fully captured the point. 

Sensing something behind you, you fly up and watch as Iron Fist locks onto you. Cursing, you fly about before being forced to land, sending darkness blasts at him before you can fly again. Jeff is rapidly healing you as half of his punches land. Wanda is slowly ticking away at his health but Venom slams her away. 

“You’re almost there!” Galacta announces. 

“Armed and Dangerous!” Landing again, you see Iron Fist land too before Bucky slams into him. He fires twice before you see his cuff light up. “Again!” Falling into a healing bubble, you help the others heal while you rub your chest. Had this been a real fight you bet he would have broken your rib cage. Bringing the other teams health down, you watch as Bucky keeps reloading his ultimate. 

“I’m glad he’s on our side,” Hawkeye whispers and you nod, watching as he eliminates Squirrel Girl before returning to the point. 

“We’re going to push for the last ten percent. Hawkeye, Storm, and Jeff cover point,” Nodding, the four of you rush to the enemy spawn point and wait for them to respawn. 

They stare at your team, talking through the red walls and you watch as they split into groups. 

“(Y/n), you take Iron Fist and Rocket. Wanda, you have Venom and Squirrel. Leave Cloak and Cap to me,” Sharing a look with Wanda, the two of you split up and you extend your darkness towards Rocket and Iron Fist. You’ll deal with Rocket first, his healing can get pesky when he’s only healing two people. Pushing him into the air, you fly up and push him to the edge of the map. He nearly falls but uses his jetpack at the last second. He’s almost eliminated, though, so one darkness stream and he’s falling off the map. 

“Aht aht,” Iron Fist grins before roundhousing you into the wall. 

“I’m low!” Wanda warns and you grit, trying to find her but Iron Fist blocks your view. 

“Find a healing pack,” Bucky says, his gun echoing in the air. “Or run to Jeff,” 

Flying up to put distance between the two of you, you throw out darkness but he remains on your ass as you land. You watch as your health quickly declines and push him away, running back to a nearby healing pack. He follows closely, managing two punches before you dive and start attacking back. 

“Pure Chaos!” He doesn’t look back as Wanda wipes nearly half of his team. He could’ve easily eliminated her from his spot, with just two leaps but instead, he dips behind the wall so he’s out of her radius and backing you into a corner. His focus is on you as the two of you play cat and mouse until you see his cuff glow that familiar golden color. You’re no longer on any cooldowns, you could fly or use your spray but he’d catch up too fast.

“Aw shit,” You grumble, your back pressed to the wall while he grins, going to press it before time slows down. 

“Another perfect victory!” Sighing, you slump and watch as he tosses his arms up. 

You don’t watch as the MVP screen plays, skipping to meeting up with the team and heading out of the arena to the dorms. 

“Who won?” Spider-man asks as he sees the twelve of you leaving the portal. 

“We did,” Wanda smiles. “The other team put up quite the fight, though.”

“Lemme guess,” Ironman smirks. “(Y/n) MvP?”

“It was a close call,” You shrug. “I had one more kill than Bucky,” The man in question rolls his eyes and you watch as another team gets called into a fight. All you know is that you’re not in the group they called so you head up to shower. 

—

Two knocks echo throughout the mostly empty apartment as you’re watching your dinner get made. Pushing off from the counter, you open the door and stare at Lin. He’s out of his costume and in a simple compression shirt and sweats— it’s the only loungewear available so you’re in the same attire. 

“What’s up, Lin?” You ask, letting him inside. He walks inside, looking around the apartment that’s nearly identical to his, and then spins on his heels to face you. Everyone agreed that while out of the dorms, it’s strictly Code Names. Unless you’re someone like Bucky who would prefer to not be called the Winter Soldier. You just never had a hero name, public identity, and all that jazz.

“You’re a try-hard,” He says, arms crossed over his chest. “I checked your stats, you’ve lost zero games since you’ve gotten here. Who does that?”

“I don’t try,” You shrug, taking your food out from the weird machine. It’s probably bad for you but it’s also the only food available, so you make due. “I’m just that good.”

“You don’t get tired of winning?” He follows you into your living room, standing at the edge of your couch.

“Winners get gift baskets, I love gift baskets.” Gesturing to the basket of fruits and sweets, you hear him sigh. Looking at him, you grin and roll your head to the side. “Are you just pissy that you lost against me again?” Instead of replying, he huffs and stuffs his hands into his pockets. 

“We could make a deal,” He proposes. “You lose and I’ll give you something you want,”

“We don’t exactly have the luxury of having items here,” You remind, gesturing to the lack of items everywhere. 

“You know we’re neighbors, right?” He continues and you nod. You live at the end of the hallway with your only direct neighbors being Lin to your right and Adam in front of you. “Our bedrooms are against each other and the walls are pretty thin,” He makes a face and then waits for a beat. You lick your lips as you try to connect the dots he’s clearly trying to lay down. You do a lot of odd things to pass your time, he could be talking about the fact that you’ve been creating shadow versions of everyone to play card games for all you know. 

“I don’t see your point,” You roll your head to the side while he sighs and licks his lips. Lin takes a moment before he speaks again, having to think carefully about his next words. 

“You lose our next match and I’ll fuck you.” 

“Deal.” 

He blinks, unable to think of anything to say while you laugh.

“Sorry, did you have a speech ready?” He shakes his head and scratches his neck. 

“I just didn’t think you’d agree so fast…”

“You’re hot and I’m horny, I see two willing participants. I’ll take the stain on my perfect record. I also would’ve done it for a gift basket, I heard everyone gets different types.”

“I prefer the sex,”

“Great, can’t wait to lose.”

—

The agreement had all since left your mind as you’re queued into a game with Lin nearly two months later. You’d have ten matches in between then, the excitement gone and replaced with your small yearn to constantly win.

Okay, winning was amazing! You’ll agree, there’s a rush in seeing that victory screen and seeing the basket on your kitchen island at the end of the day. Losing was just… you don’t know, you’ve never lost before. 

Thankfully, this isn’t another domination game. It’s Convergence, which you thought was the same as Convoy for about ten matches before Dr. Strange explained that with Convergence, you needed to capture the point before the object could move. 

Glancing at your team as you load into Spider-Islands, you find yourself as the only healer. Peni, Groot— who technically does heal, it’s just no one ever goes to his healing walls—, Venom, Punisher, and Thor. It would certainly make for a lovely match against… you check your cuff and bang your head on the wall. Iron Fist, Mantis, Loki, Bucky, Namor, and Luna Snow. That’s three healers— one of which can shapeshift as his ultimate. 

It’s fine, shaking your head, you move up the staircase as the countdown stairs. You imagine Namor has his little octopus— one of which is definitely shooting ice— just waiting and Loki has his clones just waiting. The doors open and sure enough, you hear your teammates taking rapid damage. 

“Thanks for the healing,” Punisher grunts as he’s pushed back into the base. 

“You ran without looking, dumbass,” You grit, healing the teammates who didn’t push back. Groot hurriedly places a wall between the octopus and helps Peni place down her web traps. There’s a thump from the hallway to your left and you see Iron Fist slowly walking over. Taking a step forward, he watches as your hands glow black before he taps his earpiece, telling you to turn it off. Doing so, you continue to heal since he’s at a good distance. 

“We had a deal,” He reminds you and your face scrunches. 

“What fucking— oh, the fucking,” Your hands drop and he nods. “Fine, because Punisher pissed me off and half of my team are real assholes about getting healed.” He laughs, looking out of the window as your teammates continue to get dogpiled by his team. He sees them shouting for you, begging and cursing you for heals. Instead, you walk further into the hallway and take a seat on the soft couch. 

“I didn’t think you’d follow through,” He admits, closing the doors that surround the room. You get nervous, shifting in your seat as he closes the final panel door and the sounds of the fight are muffled below you. 

“I’m a man of my word but I can always back out,” You muse and he looks at you, nearly daring you to get up and fight. “Please, you couldn’t take me,” Crossing your ankles, you watch as he stalks over to you, leaning down to your height.

“I was close last time,” He hums and then pins you to the couch. Rolling away, he grabs your ankle and pulls you back, using the momentum to grab onto your thighs with both hands. Gritting, you watch as he sits between your now open legs and prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“I’m only not fighting back so I don’t eliminate you,” You defend, ignoring the twitch in your leg as he squeezes them.

“Y’know what?” He grins and leans down, his lips brushing against your ear while you shudder. “I’ll find you after you get the convoy to the first point.” He’s up in an instant and slipping through the exit. Huffing, you drop down and turn your comms on again. 

“I was getting backlined by Iron Fist,” You explain, joining the team after they barely made it a full meter. Group healing, you see Iron Fist jumping back to his team in the distance. 

“I see it was a tie, then,” Thor points out and you shrug, fixing your cape over your body. 

“We called for a rematch,” Sitting on top of the robotic spider, you push the other team back, bringing them down to half while Punisher finds a perch for his turret. He grumbles something about finally showing up and you roll your eyes. 

“Thor, push Magik. Peni, why haven’t you put down your spider things yet? Groot, Luna likes using the side entrance so you should block that.” You quickly list off, falling back into the fight with ease. Normally, as a support you don’t give directions but man, does this team need it. Letting the robot as Peni stands next to it, you work on bringing their healers low. 

“Your powers are mine!” Loki shouts and you see a clone of yourself on the roof to your left. 

“Punisher, nine o’clock, before he uses my ultimate!” You tick away at his health before Punisher finds him just as you see Loki pop the ult. Dipping into a building, you manage to pull Peni and Groot in with you but the others get dived immediately. “He’s low,” You tell them, leaving out and landing the final hit on Loki.

While he killed half of your team, he fully healed his team and you huff, checking your own status. It just needs two more seconds before you can use it, so you heal Groot while waiting for the other team to all huddle together. Sure enough, they all do and you see them all rushing towards the convoy. Punisher sets up yet another turret, this time on the back portion of a roof. 

“Groot, can you box them in a little?” You ask, dodging an attack from Luna. He nods and you watch as they get pushed together before pulling back just enough that the team could get healed and the others would get eliminated. 

“Heaven and Purgatory swarms you!”  

“That’s six!” Galacta announces as you see the six kills register on your cuff. “You’re almost there, don’t stop now!” The convoy is three meters away and when you join Peni on it, it speeds up enough that you reach the checkpoint before the other team can respawn. 

Sitting on the robot, you watch as the door opens but catch the green and yellow outfit from the top of the stairs. He motions with two fingers and you grin, slipping away from the fight. 

“You’re eager,” He teases, using his hand to open your cape and looking down at your suit. His hands wander a little while you turn off your comm yet again, sparing your team a glance as they get jumped by the others. It’s like once they all got into the team they all forgot the powerhouses they normally were and suddenly sucked. 

“They’re the worst right now,” He slides open the door and pulls you inside, dragging his nose up your neck. 

“Mhmm,” He licks a stripe along your neck and you hold onto his shirt, whining at the contact. “Let me prep you,” He whispers as the door closes behind the two of you. Nodding, you let him drag you to the middle of the roof before he pushes you down to your knees. 

Staring up at him, he grins and cups your jaw, running his thumb up and down your cheek with one hand while the other removes his belt, careful to not let the red ropes hit you. It falls to the floor with a thud before he’s on his knees in front of you. He leans in, sealing his lips against yours while his hands go from your face down to your thighs. He finds a good grip on your flesh as you grip his hair, leaning closer to him and biting down on his bottom lip. 

Iron Fist moans into your mouth as your knees lift from the floor and your back is placed on the floor in one fluid motion. The kiss doesn’t break as his left-hand wanders from your thigh, pulling at your pants until he finds what he’s looking for. Once he does, he smiles into the kiss and pulls away to get a good look at you. 

He doesn’t look away from you as he grasps the loose fabric of your pants, his hand wrapping around your dick print before he slowly strokes it. Watching him with fluttering eyes you cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet. He coos before removing his right hand from your thigh and scooping your hand, lacing your fingers together, and pinning it above your head. 

You can hear the fight below you, your heartbeat rising when you hear Punisher setting up a turret in front of the door. He notices too and glances over, seeing the man’s outline, and looks back at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Please,” You gasp, chest rising with your heavy pants. “Iron,” He starts squeezing in between his strokes and you arch into him, rutting against his hand. You feel his thumb roll against the tip as he watches you, waiting for more of those delicious reactions before kissing and sucking along your neck. Grabbing the back of his head, you push him closer and continue to rub yourself against him. 

“Call me Lin,” He whispers against your chest, kissing you through the thin fabric. For a second, he lets go of your dick to pull your pants and underwear down to your knees in one motion. Your dick slaps against your stomach before it stands and he rubs his thumb over the tip again. Briefly, you hear Punisher getting eliminated but the door he was in front of thankfully doesn’t get destroyed. Feeling the weight above you lessen, you look towards Lin as he settles between your legs.

“Lin, fuck,” You pant looking down at him as he smears your pre across his fingers before slipping his hands lower. The one that was holding your wrist moves down and holds your hips down as he pushes his index finger inside. Wincing, he apologizes and kisses your inner thigh. Slowly, he adds a second finger and starts making scissoring motions until you begin moaning. For good measure, he adds a third and peers down at your hole clenching around him. 

Hiding your face in your shoulder, you use your now free hands to stroke yourself before he slaps your hands away. 

“Don’t touch yourself, just lay there and take it.” He stretches you one last time before pulling his fingers out. Whining at the loss of contact, he grins and pulls his pants down. He spits into his hand and pumps himself while lining himself up with your hole, the tip rubbing against you with each stroke. Wiggling your hips down to chase the feeling he presses harder until you stop. “You’re that desperate to let your team know what you’re doing up here?” He grins and slowly pushes inside. 

“No,” You whine, shifting as you try to quickly adjust to him inside of you. He watches your reactions carefully, using the hand that once held you down to dip under your shirt and rub against your skin. He feels your heart thumping against his hand, your nipple hard due to the contact and you moan, rolling your head back. “I don’t care if they see us,”

“Oh, really?” He laughs. You nod as he tests the waters, rolling his hips against yours. “I didn’t think you’d be into that,” There’s no reply to him aside from a strangled moan and your hands slapping the floor, finding something to hold onto. With you adjusted, he slips his hands back under your legs and presses down against you, his hips snapping as his breathing gets jagged above you. 

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you find yourself at a loss for words as he bottoms out. His dick drags inside of you, curving and prodding at your insides with each shallow thrust. The fabric of his shirt rubs against you, the smooth fabric feeling like heaven paired with the way he’s fucking you. 

“More,” You plead, breathless under him. He snickers from above you, lifting himself up, and starts a brutal pace. He’s lifting your lower half up from the floor with each thrust, his thighs slapping yours each time he digs deeper inside. 

“Losing just to get fucked,” He grunts. “How would your team react knowing their precious healer is getting— hugh — dicked down above them?” He doesn’t expect an answer but he also didn’t expect you to moan louder at the thought, your dick twitching in the air. “You’d like that, huh? Getting caught and letting them know you threw the match because you’re a horny bitch.” He grasps your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips puff out and drool slowly pools out from the corner. He uses the hand that didn’t prep you and sticks his fingers inside your mouth.

“Mhmm,” You nod, sucking his index finger while looking into the whites of his mask. “Wanna get caught,” He nearly whimpers and watches as your dick twitches faster, cum spurting out and landing on your black shirt and the floor. 

“Oops, guess you made a mess,” He chuckles, his thrusts getting sloppy and his hand moving from your mouth down to your hips. He can’t figure out what to do, his hands squeezing at the flesh before they trail up the side of your body. “Fuck,” He moans, leaning down to grab your face again. He watches you as he cums inside of you, still thrusting as he empties himself. You’re letting out broken noises as he does, your legs slowly lowering to the ground as he comes to a stop.

“They’ve made it halfway, stop them!” Glacata announces in his ear and he huffs. 

“They still haven’t lost?” You ask and he shakes his head, slowly pulling out. Checking your cuff, you see they all have at least six deaths and groan. 

“Round two?” He asks and you easily agree. “Ride me?” 

“I think you just wanna see my face,” You quip and he shrugs, sitting down on the floor table cushion. His back pressed against the wooden panel wall while he slowly pumped himself. You watch as the tip of his dick disappears under his skin before getting pulled taught when he pulls it down. He lets out breathy moans while you’re climbing on top of him. He unclips your cape, letting it fall down his legs and you fling it to the side. 

Holding his shoulder with your left hand, you grab his dick and slowly align yourself. He inhales sharply as his cum drips from your hole and spreads across his dick before you sink down on him. Slowly rocking back and forth, you look up at him and kiss his neck. You feel his pulse under your lips, how he’s straining himself to remain composed. 

“(Y/n),” He strains, hands gripping your ass as you start moving faster. 

“Yeah, Lin?” You ask, looking up at him from the red spot you’re leaving under his ear. 

“Don’t stop,” He moans, guiding your hips into a better position. His hips buck into yours erratically, still not fully recovered from the first orgasm. Through your cuff, you hear the countless healing pins before grumbling and tossing them to the side. Lin snickers through his parted, glossy lips. 

“You feel so good, Lin,” You breathe, hanging your head as he’s reaching deep inside of you. His tip hits your prostate more in this position and you swear to Khonshu or Bast that you’re never going to leave his dick. 

“You’re so cock hungry it’s easy,” He coos, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb as tears bead on the side of your eyes. “Next time— fuck— next time you’re in your room, touching yourself, just knock on the wall. I’ll come and make you feel this good again, yeah?” Rapidly nodding, he pulls you closer and kisses you.

“It’s the final ten seconds!” Galacta announces and you gasp while pulling away. Checking his cuff, you see the timer rapidly going down and let out a strangled groan, rocking your hips faster against him. He helps you, picking you up and slamming you down on his cock in ways that make you scream. 

“We’ll have to keep fighting until we find a winner!” Stopping on his dick, you feel yourself cumming again, this time you manage to do it at the same time. Slumping against his chest, you pant while he tosses his head back, also trying to catch his breath. 

Carefully, you peel yourself from him and lazily put your pants back on while he does the same. 

Finding your cuff, you slip it on and check the Overtime meter. It was slowly going down, so maybe another minute before the match would end. Slinging your cape back on, you feel Lin wrap his arms around you before pulling you into his chest. 

“What?” You ask, turning your head to face him. He just grins and shrugs, nipping at your ear. 

“Armed and Dangerous!” Briefly, you see Bucky launching into the air and hope he lands all his kills. 

“Nothing, just making sure you don’t leave.” He hums, squeezing your ass before giving it a small tap.

“Again!”

“I’m a man of my word, Lin. You’re teams gonna win,” 

“Again!” 

Checking the meter again, you see it rapidly going down and find that Bucky has completely wiped the team. 

“Well, you can’t expect to win ‘em all…”  

—

“Fuck was that about?” Frank pushes your shoulder as you’re transported back to your team. None of them catch your dazed look as you fix your cape over your cum stained clothes. “What happened to your streak?”

“Rough day,” You shrug. “Win some, lose some.” He grits but it is just a game after all, so he calms down and follows the rest of the team back to the portal. You see Lin halfway, getting chewed out by Bucky for being awol for the whole game, unaware that Lin is still trying to fix his belt. His eyes catch yours through his mask and he winks, making a call-me motion before you turn and head into the dorms. 

“I cannot believe you lost!” Doreen gasps as you head inside. 

“Can’t be perfect all the time,” You huff through a smile. “It won’t happen again, though.”

“It definitely will,” Lin appears behind you, subtly grabbing your ass again. Chewing the inside of your mouth, you watch as Doreen laughs before moving over to the others. Everyone else is completely unaware of his actions even as he pulls you into the elevator, roughly kissing you before the doors even fully close.

[heizlut]

Mine, All Mine

ꕀ cw: slight exhibitionism

ꕀ tags: bratty sub fem!reader, hard dom!geshu lin, creampie, cockwarming, marking, humiliation if you squint, rough sex

ꕀ nsfw under the cut

ꕀ m!list here

ꕀ a/n: @glitteryshlong this one’s for you bestie😚

Being Geshu Lin’s girl could be hard at times considering he asked you to keep the relationship a secret, stating something about how ‘If enemies knew about you, they’d use it against me.’ and ‘I’m the general. I can’t appear weak to affections.’

The first part you could understand, but the second made you roll your eyes. Since when was loving someone considered weak? But as stubborn as he is, you couldn’t change his mind with words. Gods, how you’ve tried. But… You could provoke him.

It was a silly thing to do, going around in your medic uniform with the skirt rolled at the waist to the point of barely covering your perfect, round ass, the top few buttons of your shirt left undone to expose the swell of your breasts peeking through.

Strutting through the base as you went about your own business, tending to those who needed it and going as far as to make lunches for the soldiers. Your pretty heels click against the ground as you walk, the sway of your hips was hypnotizing to the soldiers as you passed by.

Handing off a couple bento boxes to some soldiers with a pretty smile, “Here you go. Be sure to eat your fill. Can’t have strong men like you feeling weak in battle because you weren’t able to eat enough~”

The two men gawk down at you before smirking, one speaking up, “Well would ya look at that. What a sweet thing you are doing this for us~ What’s the occasion?” You just give a small smirk back, your words dripping like honey, “No reason. Just felt like helping out a little extra around here.”

The two soldiers chuckle, the other of the pair speaking up this time, “It’s always a pleasure whenever we get to see you, hun.” Their eyes trail over your body hungrily, and you flash a smile, “Glad to hear it~”

You strut away, tossing your hair over your shoulder and holding your head high. Peeking to the side, you spot Geshu Lin surrounded by a few soldiers, practically seething at what he’s just witnessed. His eyes trail over your form with a snarl, taking in the bounce of your breasts as you walk and the way your skirt hugs your ass.

You just give him a little smirk, to which he gives you a dangerous look as if to tell you that if you kept this up, you’d be in for it big time. But no, you weren’t about to drop the act. Instead you fed fuel to the fire when you gave out your last bento box to another irrelevant soldier, placing your hand on his chest acting all cute when he thanked you for the meal, leaving the poor man as a blushing mess as you walk away.

That was it. Geshu Lin was done with whatever the fuck you thought you were doing. With a low growl, he excused himself from the gathered soldiers who were speaking with him, pushing past them to march over to you.

If you weren’t trying to keep up this petty bullshit as you continued to strut through the base and back towards the medical center, you would’ve run like hell. The look in his eyes was one of a predator as it closed in on its prey.

You picked up your pace, trying your best to maintain your facade but no one could match the speed of the general. His strong hand grips your wrist and tugs you towards an unoccupied side of of the building outside.

Geshu Lin pins yours wrists above your head in one hand, pushing you against the wall with a snarl as he leans close to your face, “What in the hell do you think you’re doing, huh?” You play innocent, giving him pretty little doe-eyes, “I don’t know what you-ngh!”

His forceful grip on your jaw with his free hand cuts you off, “Drop the act, doll, and answer the damn question.” Geshu Lin’s hot breath fans across your lips, his golden eyes glowing with rage. Before you can answer, a soldier appears around the corner where the two of you stood, clearing his throat.

Geshu Lin run his tongue across his teeth before releasing you, turning his attention to the soldier, “What could you possibly want right now? Can’t you see I’m busy?” The soldier stands there with a sheepish look on his face, “Uh. Apologies but this is urgent. We need you in the meeting room. It seems like we have another Tacet Field incident near Desorock Highland.”

Geshu Lin huffs out a breath of annoyance but nods, “I’ll be there shortly. Gather everyone else.” With a quick nod, the soldier hurries off, glad to be away from whatever he just witnessed. Turning back to look down at you, Geshu Lin gives you a pointed look, “You’re coming with me.” Before you can even ask why or protest, he has his hand around your wrist once again, pulling you along with him.

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The meeting room was empty, yet to be filled with soldiers awaiting orders from the general. Normally, this would piss Geshu Lin off, always expecting his men to be ready and waiting, especially if there was an emergency. But right now, he didn’t care. It allowed him to move forward with what he had planned for you.

Sitting in his usual seat at the head of the table, Geshu Lin pulls you towards him, causing you to stumble slightly off balance, “What the hell, Geshu?” He rolls his eyes and places his hands on your hips, giving them a little squeeze, “Watch the damn attitude and don’t even think about questioning me.”

His hands slide over you ass before giving it a harsh smack, making you yelp in surprise, “After the shitty little act you pulled earlier, I can’t say I’m in the best mood. Now strip off your panties.” Your eyebrows raise and you open your mouth to protest, only leading to another slap on your ass, much harsher than the last. “Take. Them. Off.”, Geshu Lin growls out.

Gritting your teeth, you do as he says, sliding the flimsy material off. He snatches it from your hand and grips your jaw, squeezing just enough to force your lips to part before stuffing the panties into your mouth, “Taste yourself. I bet you got so wet acting like a whore for everyone else.” You knew better than to go against him when he was like this, but that didn’t stop you from narrowing your eyes at him.

Ignoring your pointed look, Geshu Lin undoes his belt and pants, freeing his hardening cock and stroking it slowly as he kept his eyes on you, “Since today you want to act like a desperate slut, you’re going to be a good girl and keep my cock warm during this meeting.”

Your eyebrows furrow, as if to ask if he was actually serious right now. He only answers your look with a deadpan expression as his thumb rubs over the tip of his cock, “I’ve never been more serious in my life. Get on my cock. Now.”

His harsh words and demeanor made arousal spread through you. He really was hot when he got a little mean with you… You go to straddle him, facing him, but he stops you, clicking his tongue, “Ah-ah, nope. You’ll be facing everyone else since you want to be so... performative today.”

Arousal and shame surge through you at his words, but you comply. Turning away from him as you straddle his lap, his cock pushing against your wet entrance almost has you cumming right then and there as you ease yourself down.

But you take too long for his liking and his hands grip your waist and pulls you down on his cock, drawing a muffled moan from you and a groan through gritted teeth from him, “It’s better to hurry when you know the rest will be in here any second.”

Geshu Lin’s cock throbs inside of you and the sounds of footsteps can be heard approaching the room. Mercifully, he removes the now thoroughly soaked panties from your mouth and puts them in the small pocket of your uniform. He nips at your ear as he speaks in a whisper, “Try not to make any noise, doll, and don't you dare even think about cumming without my permission.”

As soldiers begin to pile into the room, many look confused as to why one of their favorite medics was there and also sitting on their general's lap. But they weren't exactly complaining since now they had something they found particularly delicious to look at as the general droned on.

Under their intense stares, you shift slightly on Geshu Lin's cock as heat rises to your cheeks, causing him to squeeze your hips as a silent warning to keep still. It takes everything in you not to whimper softly at the warning, especially when his cock twitches every once in awhile inside of you.

Geshu Lin looks to his soldiers before speaking with his usual cold and commanding voice, "I thought this was urgent. Now speak up so we can figure out how to deal with this fucking mess." One of the soldiers quickly speaks up, "Y-yes, sir. There's a new tacet field near Desorock Highlands. The people near there have been struggling greatly with the tacet discords that are pouring out of it."

As the soldier continues on, Geshu Lin's hands begin to wander across your body. His fingers trailing up your thighs under the table, gently squeezing the flesh, making sure you stay compliant under his touch. Your cunt clenches around his cock as you bite your lip, making Geshu Lin huff out a strained, breathy chuckle.

The soldier pauses, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Sir? Is something funny about this?" The others have their eyes on both you and Geshu Lin, questioning and curious. A hint of a smirk crosses his features, "Of course not."

He reaches up with one hand and moves your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck, his lips grazing the exposed flesh as his eyes stay locked on his soldiers in a frightening display of dominance, "But maybe our lovely medic has something to add?"

The soldiers shift in their positions, trying to hide their arousal at such a suggestive sight. Your cheeks flush hot under their scrutiny as they wait for you to speak. Geshu Lin's hot breath teases along your skin as he speaks in a low, husky voice, "Go on, doll. You were so friendly with all of them earlier. Don't act shy now~"

You shift on his cock once more, your insides squeezing his length again when his hand that was still on your thigh, begins to softly trace over your clit, "I-I can provide medical assistance at the s-site-ngh..." The soldiers eyes widen at the noise that came from you, some biting their hand to restrain themselves.

Geshu Lin's smirk widens as he presses his finger against your clit, making you let out a hiccuping gasp, "What a good girl you are, always ready to help when needed..." The soldiers stare wide-eyed with flushed cheeks as they begin to finally understand what could be happening under the meeting table out of their view.

Their eyes trail over the swell of your breasts peeking through the top you purposefully left unbuttoned earlier today, watching as they move in time with your quick breathing. One feeling bold, "accidentally" drops his pen and begins to bend down in hopes of catching a peek at what was going on under there, but Geshu Lin's golden eyes snap towards him. His voice a low snarl, "Leave it."

The soldier freezes in place, but slowly straightens back up, trying to avoid his general's threatening gaze. Silence falls over the room, only the sound of your heavy, strained breathing can be heard as your pretty pussy leaks all over his cock and dripping down and making a mess on his pants below. His narrowed eyes scan over the others, watching carefully as they stand there almost too afraid to even breathe too loud lest they face his wrath.

His lips curl up in a cruel smirk, satisfied that no one would dare to try to pull something like that again. His eyes trail down to your trembling form in his lap, trying so hard to keep still and not reveal more to the others.

Geshu Lin's finger resumes in teasing your clit in a slow, torturous pace as you squirm against him. Looking back to his soldiers, he speak in a commanding tone, "We move out tonight. Now get out of my sight."

The soldiers move quickly out of the meeting room, grateful they wouldn't have to restrain themselves at the lewd sight of you struggling in their general's lap. The second the room was cleared out, Geshu Lin grips your hips, standing quickly as he forces you to bend over the table, making you gasp from the sudden movement.

He thrusts forward, hard and deep, not even giving you the chance to regain your senses. He grips your hair with one hand, tugging your head up towards the door that had been left open just a crack as he leans down towards your ear, speaking in a low growl, "Such a whore. You fucking liked that, didn't you. Sitting all pretty and squirming on my cock while my soldiers practically fucked you with their eyes."

Each word he speaks is punctuated by sharp thrusts as his thick cock abuses your dripping hole over and over. "Ngh! G-Geshu, please!", you cry out as your pretty tits bounce with the force of his cock fucking into you, threatening to spill out from their confines. Ignoring your pleas for mercy, he bites down on your neck, marking you with his teeth with a husky groan, "Take my cock like the slut you are."

Lewd moans fall easily from your lips, your cunt squelching along his girthy length as you go dumb on his cock. Geshu Lin huffs out a laugh as he continues to mark up your skin, leaving purple marks as a testament to his possessive love for you, "Come on, doll, tell me who's fucking this slutty hole, huh? Say it."

"G-Geshu -ngh f-fuuuuck....", you moan out, your eyes rolling back as drool begins to slip from your open mouth. His smirk looks more like a dangerous snarl as his cock throbs hard inside of your twitching, squelching hole. He lets go of your hip only to deliver a resounding smack to your ass, making you cry out, "Say it again. Scream my fucking name."

His aching balls slap against your clit with each thrust, driving you closer and closer to orgasm as you babble his name between whorish moans like a desperate prayer. Your cunt clenches tight around his thick length as you cum all over his cock. Clear liquid squirts out of your hole, dripping down his balls and to the floor.

Geshu Lin snarls at the feeling and the sight, releasing his grip on your hair to hold your hips with so much force it was bound to leave you with bruises as he picks up his pace.

Without his fingers tangling into your hair, you fall limp against the meeting table, your breasts squished against the wood as they bounce. Your own drool begins to pool against the table as you're fucked mercilessly by the general you called your boyfriend.

Geshu Lin's eyes roll back at the sight of you, his pretty little girlfriend all dumb for him. His balls tighten and he grips you a little tighter as his flesh slaps against your sore ass, "You're going to take all my cum. Let it fucking drip out of you and down those pretty legs of yours." With one more sharp thrust and shuddering growl, ropes of thick cum spill out of his cock and into your cunt.

His cock throbs and pulsates as he rides out his orgasm. His silver hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as his broad chest heaves with shallow breaths. Your legs shake as they struggle to keep you standing in your pretty heels, only Geshu Lin's hold on your hips keeps you steady. He slips his softened cock out of your spent hole, golden eyes watching in satisfaction as his cum leaks out of you.

A sharp gasp sounds towards the cracked door, catches his attention as his eyes snap up. There stands a soldier who had been peeking in on their little encounter, his cock in his hand as his own release dribbles down his fist. Geshu Lin's lips twitch into a dangerous smirk as the soldier quickly tucks himself back into his pants and begins to turn away to flee the scene.

Geshu Lin clicks his tongue, making the soldier freeze, "Come here, soldier." The soldiers eyes widen, practically shaking in his boots as he obeys the general's command, his eyes quickly looking down at your fucked out form, your upper half still laying against the table. Geshu Lin grips your hair and pulls your head up gently, making you look at the soldier with dazed eyes.

His golden eyes look to the trembling, flushed soldier, "Go on, thank our pretty medic for giving you a show." Heat rushes to the man's cheeks as he stumbles over his words, "Th-thank you..."

Too fucked out to even process Geshu Lin's perverted display of dominance over you, you only let out a soft whimper. Geshu Lin's lips form a small smirk, "You're dismissed." The soldier practically runs out of there as his thoughts swirl rapidly.

Geshu Lin wraps a strong arm around your waist as he pulls you up, cradling you in his arms as he sits back down in his seat, cooing softly against your hair and pressing sweet kisses to your temple, "My pretty girl. You're mine... All mine."

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After that day, the soldiers were almost too afraid to even look at you, even when you treated their wounds and greeted them as you crossed their paths. They knew better than to act too friendly with you and you knew better than to pull a petty stunt for attention again lest you all face the wrath of the fierce general. They now knew you were his girl.

Geshu Lin didn't need to announce it with words, his display was more than enough to send a clear message: She's mine.

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a/n: safe to say, reader's mission was a success🥴

[atomicfoxx]

More Bi Han with his hair down content because I canNOT get over it!!!!!

[sleepy-fiction]

Taming the Giantess.

lin lie x f!giant!reader

syn: Iron Fist is put on a mission to trap a giant devil on an island. After being brutally knocked out and separated from the group, he finds the shedevil's layer and learns the reason the giant is so aggressive is because she is on her heat!! So, he takes care of her the only way he knows how; using the shards of fu xi embedded in his iron fists. He's just trying to save the world!! ....no ulterior motives at all

tgs: fisting, size kink, breeding kink, cunnilingus (f+mR), watersports, excessive bodily fluids (the reader's a giant), improper use of the Fu Xi Shards

an: to give u a quick rundown of the reader's key appearance characteristics: fem, 20.5ft tall, has unspecified horns, has a specified "devil" tail, turns a dark shade of red/pink/violet mix when frustrated. Everything else is unspecified and up to the reader's imagination!! this was definitely a fun post. Lwk the characters might be ooc bc idk marvel lore im a dc gal, but overall the dialogue should really fit!! UPDATED!! + PROOFREAD

6K WORDS

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The Alien Giant mission was one that lasted longer than it should. With an original team of Iron Man, Black Widow, and Spiderman, these heroes faced off a giant, horned alien as tall as the eye could see. No bigger than 20 feet tall, with horns and a long tail. Stark failed to find any sort of data of where the monster could be from, so he simply began to call it an alien for the time being.

As for the team? What he could say, he had a soft spot for the kid, and he could always count on Black Widow to get a clear shot.

In the beginning, a few weeks ago, the alien fell from the sky, crash lading in the state of Arkansa. Destroying crops and attacking farmers who got too close. Stark was convinced he could handle you on his own, as up until a few weeks ago, you were easy to capture and even easier to manage. He induced the alien to sleep and transported you by your arms with a combat plane to an island not too far from the Mariana Trench. A choice solidified by the fact that you were far enough for you not to hurt anyone, or yourself, just until they figured out what to do with you.

The island was 300 miles long, with a girth of 500 miles, just enough room for you to live your life and have room as a giant, but still small enough for them to keep an eye on you. There was a vast cave beneath the mountain top that led to nowhere, but Tony was aware of that.

The issue arrived when two weeks ago, you started destroying trees by the massive. You started at the beach, working your way through to the mountains. By the time a day had passed, the island had 1/18th of all its trees disappearing.

Now that was becoming a problem.

That meant within twenty or more days, you would have eaten through the entire island. Though that was a problem on its own, on top of it, you seemed to be growing. With no data, no identification, no planet, Stark didn't know what you were capable of.

But he tried to reason with you.

He appeared to you in his super suit and jet. But you were oddly aggressive, more aggressive than before. You flung his plane out into the open sea, were somehow immune to the lethal sleeping gas, and even went as far to brutually damage his suit. And all of that was something Stark knew he could handle.

So he went on his merry way, still trying to study you from afar.

The straw that broke that camel's back was when your skin started to tint a violet-pink. Your claws had grown in sharper. You started to brave out into the ocean, and no matter how many times Stark sent you back, it seemed like each time becoming more of a brutal battle thsn the last. You fought like a wild woman. Finally, stubborn Stark threw the towel in.

He needed help.

He would've never guessed recruiting new people would lead to the start of a war.

Fast forward today, the day Iron Fist, Doctor Strange, and Captain America were recruited to the mission:

Their plane landed on a massive doxing ship. The ship was not too far out from the island, barely 60 miles away. The new recruits ate, slept, and received an extra rundown on the boat. Doctor Strange was chosen, as Stark was led to believe the "She-devil" was more related to magic and timelines than an actual planet. Captain America, to protect the otherwise vulnerable team from brute attacks. And IronFist, to team effectively with Spiderman to deal swift and damaging attacks.

It seemed easy enough.

When the hour arrived, Lin was more than ready. The jet drove out to the island, drawing in and docking in the sand, the team stood in position, following Stark to the front to disembark.

"Alright, I need everyone to listen up," Stark commands tall and proud before the team, "She awakes the second you step foot on this damn island. From there, our she-devil will bee-line directly towards us. Widow, just as the briefing discussed, I need you to find a vantage point while Captain, Spiderman, and I distract her. Then, IronFist, on my signal - and only on my signal - we need you to damage her on three core spots," he pauses, glaring dead at Lin.

"Number one, her ankles," Stark raises a finger, "Two, Her Forearm. Then on three, her shoulder. But only on my signal. The goal of the mission is to disarm her while we buy Doctor Strange enough time to locate whatever crazy world she's from... Everyone, got it?" Stark gruffs.

"Got it," the team cried.

Doctor Strange speaks up, "It might take a day or more for me to find out her origins. There are-- millions of multiverses out there."

Stark nods, "Then we fight for days. But if today goes well, we will only need to fight once. So long as we all keep our heads in the game." Stark gives the group one last look before gesturing Captain forward with him.

"Alright, let's move out," he hums, his suit springing out. Stark steps off the boat and into the water, where they trudge behind him.

Carefully, checking his team once more, Stark raises a foot, and it crashes down on the shore. Within milliseconds, a vicious roar splits the air, the shirek's ferocity to rival the wails of a bobcat. Stark bursts, "Now, Widow! Everyone else move-move-move!"

Everyone rushes to their positions in the beach. With Captain America in the far front, Black Widow sneaking off to the side lines, Spider man webbing the trees that open to the beach, and Lin, standing still right at Spiderman's side.

Lin calls to Peter in the calamity, "Dude! Do you think we'll beat her?"

"N-No! I've been fighting her for days! The only way to get rid of her is to send her back h-home," Spiderman grunts, falling back into place after webbing.

The beach shook for every step. The shards of Fu Xi buzzed in his arms, he hissed and got into stance. Out from the trees and into the sticky webs came this she devil.

You were large, as tall as a building, with lucious hair and an ethereal face. Your body was clothed in leaves and torn cloth around your chest, feet covered in cuts and scores. Horned with sharp eyes and a sharp devil's tail, talons for toes and sharp claws for fingers, you were an apex predator. The only difference was that your skin was a violent and complete pinkish violet, borderlining an angry, bitter red. Not at all what they described you as earlier.

"You didn't tell us she was red," IronFist exclaims.

"She wasn't always," Spiderman yells.

You hit the sandy shore with your fist, sending a blast through the air. Lin was quick to notice how your body seemed to buzz with an unnatural purple glow. The sight alone was enough to make his shards beam frantically.

No, you're not from this multiverse. Hell, you're not even from this dimension! The insight from his ancestors burned through him.

He barely noticed Captain and Stark begin to attack as he went to share his information. He turned his head to yell but was quickly interrupting by the earspliting sound of a light beam fired dead between your eyes. He gasped in shock, but you didn't budge, you groaned in trepidation, clawing at your forehead. His soul stirred at the sight.

This couldn't be right. No. None of this wa--

"IronFist!"

Focus, focus Lin!

Lin sprung into action, calling on his chi and thrusting a flying kick toward your right ankle. Your knee gave in, causing you to kneel, and in that spread, he rushed up your leg, bouncing off your knee to send another flying kick to your shoulder. A nasty crunch split the air as he landed shakily on your shoulder.

Then--

Wait- Shit--

He was supposed to hit your forearm second--

An abrupt and even more confusing green flare burst through the sky.

A flare?

Lin's head was buzzing, his shsrd twitchings ans burnjng through his veins. He suddenly, now so close to you, felt deathly lethargic. He's off his game, hes out of his mind. And that flare? That sea-green fla--

Suddenly, it all kicked.

The flare was his signal.

Then? Who called him.

His knee seemed to buckle, as he swayed softly, staring at the tiny figures on the beach.

"IronFist! I-- Lin! Lin look out," Peter yelled.

Oh god, it was Peter who called out to him. Peter knew his head wasn't in the battle. Peter was warning him.

Shit.

A vicious claw sprung around and backhanded him high into the air. He was shot into the wind at an alarming speed, thwarting his clothes, colors flickering in his fading vision. The beach drifting farther and farther out of his view, his whole body aflame from the stinging slap.

The wind whipped and crackled around him, his clothes frantic before, and finally, his body crunched against a tree.

Iron Fist was out cold instantly. His head meekly slumped forward to his shoulder.

Lin.

Lin.

Awake.

Awake.

He gasps, "S-Shou Lao!" Lin promptly sat upright, his mouth parched, dried iron laid waste on his tongue. Groggily, he looked around, seeing nothing but dense trees and moss, the smell of salt water high in the ear, trickling down with the hum of crickets.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up, but all he knew night had befallen him. The crickets awake with their song. His head ached, his vision blurry and staunch, blood dribbling down his forehead.

He needs to return.

Lin shakenly stood, his knees threatening to buckle under weight as the memories of the battle burned in his head.

He was so off cue. His synergy far out from his body.

Wasn't his fault, your weird, magic aura messed with his timing- his shards were distressed just by looking at you.

And what if he did finish his attack? Was the purpose to break your limbs? He winced at the thought. Somehow, that felt too cruel.

Judging by what the briefing taught him, it's looking like you were sent here either by mistake or by something, and you're trying to get home. Sure, breaking your limbs would make it easier to transport you and keep you in one sitting, but. Can't send you back to wherever you're from with broken limbs, could he?

What if you're at the bottom of the food chain over there?

Or maybe he was just another idiot making up excuses for his failures.

No. If he was honest.

He knew he didn't want to fight you in the first place. Maybe Stark knew it too.

He trudged through the forest, the humidity high, the temperature hot, forcing his clothes to stick to his body. He was just walking the direction he was facing, trying not to be eaten up by the pain- or worse by the mosquitos who could smell his stench.

When he gets home, he's going to need a shower.

Probably a medic too.

He's not all too worried about running into you, as he glanced up at the mountain he was approaching. Stark told him that you disappear at night, and night would be the prime hours to either transport you or have Strange work on securing that portal. Thing is, he had no clue where you went at night, and worse, sometimes you'd use the night as an advantage to swim off to who knows where.

All of the team was led to believing that disarming you would be the best but. Fucksake, he couldn't do it. It was cruel. Then again, he had no better solution.

Maybe. Maybe he could find one.

Lin must've walked blind in the dark for miles before he stumbled across a cave opening on the base of the mountain. He had the energy to continue walking to the beach, but his arms were aching. Not just from the shards, but he used them to block most of your attack. Wither way.

A break would be nice. He deserved it, even after screwing up so badly.

AIron Fist ventures deep into the wide cave, it was dark and quiet at first. But then, he starts to hear a faint sound.

"Aa.... Ggr... Ff...."

He squints, the shards surging through him. There's danger a foot.

He briskly holds his fists up, staying in close to the wall to be less noticeable. And as he creeps in closer, a warm light flickers in from the depths of the cave.

The sounds ebb louder, "Aaah! Mm...h! Oo... ..Ff," clearer too. It's the she-devil's voice, and it's groaning out. He squints harder. Just behind a barrel of rocks was the source of the light and sound.

He uses the rock's cover to an advantage and sneaks in closer, resting against them..

Not to be crude, but those groans sort of sounded like...

Ironfist peaks over the rocks, and his eyes fail him at the sight. There in the cave lies the She-Devil, lying naked next to a warm fire. The cave opens up grand in here, enough to be a house sized for a 20.5ft woman. But that's not at all what he's staring at. He's staring at you, sanding down trees with your teeth and teetering them around your dribbling vagina. God, heat rushes straight to his pants.

Your pussy was giant and soaking, your skin hot and pink, even more so than before. It was a vulgar and agitated color, the color of frustration. And it made your body seem all the more tantalizing to him. It's was primal, the sight of your sex, as it called to his primitive apeish roots, lost between humanity's years of evolution. God, it called to him to hear your bellowing trills and moans. Called to a disgusting, feral, primal part of him he wasn't aware of.

He felt so lethargic again.

The shards oddly didn't buzz or flicker, and somehow, he almost forgot that he was Lin Lie.

Oh my god.

It finally clicked again for him. You were acting like this because you were--

Lin gasps, "Sexually frustrated," the words slip out from his mouth before he can register it.

You immediately perk up, a vicious growl bursting from your lips as you weakly toss your dangerous, makeshift dildo at the rocks before Lin. He steps back. The rocks clamor and knock down, rolling down the cave and towards you, revealing him standing there.

You narrow deadly eyes on him, baring your sharp canines with a growl. Lin freezes, aderaline perverse through his brain. He brungs up his fists, awaiting an attack. Instead, you do nothing but glare. You're too weak to chase him away, resting your sweaty, tired head against the wall, your sputtering pussy clenching on nothing.

Ironfist raises his tired arms, "Hey... Hey girl... I'm not gonna hurt you, 'kay?" His voice is slow and soft, his palms faced to show he's no threat. He's even crouched a little, trying to make himself as small as possible. Something that once again proved how evolution's natural survival instinct flowed through him.

You still growled, recognizing the body language, but not giving up your snarl. Your walls clench up on nothing, still reminding you of your vulnerable problem. You have no time to fight, youre to weak.

It hurts so bad.

You know you need a mate, and you need one soon.

You suddenly whimper, your claws grinding up chunks of rock and clenchjng your eyes tight close. Your brain thought of one thing and one thing alone. Helplessly, you chose to ignore the little creature. You could do nothing but try to reach for another tree to grind down. But surely, that would be more painful than it would be pleasurable.

"I'm," once again, he speaks before thinking, "I'm gonna get close to you, if that's okay." And the shard buzz in annoyance at the idea. He watches as you continue to ignore him, and a part of him can only wince at the sight. He cooes sweetly at you, "You poor thing, you're just in pain, huh? Having to fight these tiny jackasses all day... Jus' need a break, huh 'gal?"

Despite not knowing the language, you look up at him, a softer gaze brimming from you. Iron fist slinks down the same slope the tree and rocks fell down before reaching the flat bottom of the cave. It's here in thr down draft that he can smell just how brutually wet you are. The smell is strong and acidic, so primal and intoxicating. It's so strong that his dick grows impossible hard off it alone, precum dribbling from his head. Fuck, his cock was aching so bad, it took everything in him to not squeeze it. Or worse, drop to the floor and jack off like a maniac.

Yet he ventures into your warm, dangerous den, eyeing the various claw marks that etch the walls. He's ashamed of the excitement that brews at the sight. All of his body, every atom, from the root of his DNA, was begging to fuck-fuck- fuck. This was more than just him and you. This was cardinal.

Soon enough he's mere standing feet away from your pussy, his eyes glued to the gorgeous sight. It was a breathtaking. Your vulva was much bigger than his entire head, glistening in the fire light like a delicious, sloppy snack. His knows dick would feel like nothing to you, despite being fat, burly, and 8 inches long.

No, you need something more. His hand reached to touch your thigh, you chitter strangely, and move your legs further out of the way for him. He notices but can still sense your unease. Nevertheless, he didn't know how to help. That's when his shards buzz strangely, causing him to wince and stare at his arms. They stop once he sees it.

What? The fuck?

"Shao Lao... My ancestors... You all are not saying," he stutters. He's unsure if he should be embarrassed or confused. He stares dead at his thick, muscular arms, unsure, before flickering up at you. You're still weaning and whimpering. It's more painful than it is anything else.

You shouldn't be using a tree, your poor girl, he's sure his arms would be a great help.

The shards warp and shake. He only hisses in rebuttal. Fuck. Hell no. This was so wrong on so-so-so many levels. You were intoxicating him, overriding his logical senses since the very beginning. Everything was leading towards him letting go into his urges.

You weren't even figuratively intoxicating him either. Your scent was a natural aphrodisiac, made to numb the minds of your mates. It's just that when you're 3 times smaller than this devil, it's more intense to fight against. That's not to say that your chemical processes are overriding the whims of fate either.

Fuck.

Not that he wanted to fuck you. It'a just the sight of you from afar got him riled. He just needed to let go.

You were laying on your left side, your face pressed against the wall as your right arm limply hugged your ribcage. Your right leg rested on your left, knees pulled up closer to your chest with your legs sticking to the left. Out of the way of your pussy. It was the perfect set up to comfortably, flash all of yourself to the strange tiny being.

Truth be told, you were sent to this random world after a buzzing, purple object lifted and glitched in front of you. Back home, you were a warrior, fighting for money in your dimension's verison of a grand colesium. Then, in one second, you were in a strange green and blue world with angry tiny people. Worse of all, your heat was rapidly approaching, and you were nowhere near one of your many mates. You'd call for them in the blue sky yet didn't get any answer. You'd try to courage the blue waters, but a little flying thing would stop you every time.

You were scared, frustrated, and angry. So damn tired every day, forced to protect what little land you had from those tiny beings, yet still forced to escape all at once. But here you were, watching a green little being step close. You remember it well by its strong odor alone.

It hurt you.

You were scared.

But now it's, touching you. Soft and slow into the back of your thigh. You hiss at first, but you hear the voice again, "Hey, hey... Sweet girl. You're okay... You're okay," he whispers. Although you can't understand this language. You can't help but note how soft he sounded, how affectionate, the way caressed you.

You whimper and trill again, your people's way of communicating stress. His warm, tiny claw continues in its monotomus motion. It's soothing. So you trill again, this one sounding more of a plea.

Ironfist places raises his other hand, standing on his tippy toes to make sure you can see it. Your eyes follow it as it dips into your blind spot, yout hips; then you feel the softest and quickest touch against your clitrous.

On your heat, every sensation feels heightened. You mewl and trill, your tail whipping excitedly.

The little creature wants to become a mate now? Why? Has it changed its mind? Ah, it was your body scent, wasn't it? You've somehow convinced your attacker to surrender.

As much as you wanted to dwell on his motive, you could feel your body ache painfully, causing you claws to bear into the stone. You trill out again, this time it's loud and annoyance, filled with a whiney-bratty pleas. Your tail raises and thwarts against the stone floor. You don't care less about what he wants. The quicker you can solve this rut, the more strength you'll have later to beat the little thing into a pulp.

Lin giggles, softly laying both hands on your giant clit. It was plump and meaty to the touch. Soft and reqarding, he wanted to squish it. It was aa if it were a large, doughy treat, it made him salivate.

The shards, on the other hand, buzzed and whipped, but he braved it. "No matter the dimension, women are similar... You're a bratty type, aren't you, she-devil," He's mostly talking to himself, regardless, he talks loud enough for you to hear. He softly squeezes the large bud in both hands, feeling you arch down into him. He dips his hand in your giant slick, and it globs together on his hands. He then layers it heavily on your clit, grabbing hold of it on side and massaging it in unison.

Deliciously, you release the moans he heard before, "Oouh... Aahhf, mmh..."

His eyes seem to lid in relaxation, breath no longer caught. He hushes, "Do you like this, huh, girl?" He smiles softly. "Fuck I'm losing my mind," he grunts. Without a second thought, he abruptly buries his face against the giant clit. His mouth wasn't big enough for all of it, so he slurped a portion in his hot mouth, still rhythmically massaging the rest together. He squished it, increasing the friction and the vigor by which his tongue prodded and flickered your huge bean.

He gets in close. Feeling your heat burn against him, he ruts against your labia, your juices soaking his chest and body fast. The feeling seemed to make his skin numb, his body drooping and relaxed, his swelling and pain seemed to dip away. As your moans spiked high, mixed with song-like trills, he knew you were cumming soon.

He muffled out with a mouth full of pussy, "C-Cumff Cummff. Cum."

You arched down into him and orgasmed, your very first since your heat started. God, the sensation was deathly, spiking through the tips of your toes and running up your spine. Relief fled your brain for the first time in a while, chemical fires sparking grievous serotonin and dopamine.

The stimulation of tiny hands massaging and rotating you in unison, with a strange, tinier tongue suckling and slurping up the rest, was an undesirable experience. It made your talons curl up as you rode your high.

Lin pulls out from you with a gasp for air, trying to wipe off as much of your juices from drowning and making his body sticky. He looks up and notices you're still a blood angry pink. Only a few shades lighter shade than before.

"Not enough, hm," he asks.

He watches as you raise your giant leg and carefully moves it over head. You drop it next to him; a wider part of him scared you were going to crush his 5"9 ass. But instead, you now laid on your back and head propped up against the wall to get a good view of him, with both your legs spreading with him in the middle.

Once again, the tiny little thing was just staring blankly at you.

You whined, the sound accompanied by a needy, sexy trill. As if you were complaining and ending it off with a sultry flare.

Charmed, Lin laughs, "Mmh, alright, hold on."

You watch as the weird green creature removes its yellow stripes from his arms, revealing a bruised and we'll together scarred peach colored arm. Was those stripes clothing apparel? He seems to replicate the same for the other arm. His fists buzzed green, your eyes hone in on it.

Lin's shards were burning in his body, a useless forewarn as he succumbed to his flesh. The pain was intense, but he had a theory. Iron fist stuck four fingers into you, and you mewl, feeling them each squirm and feel you about.

Feeling you was pure escasty. Your walls were squishy, hot, moist, and wet. The soft feeling of your delicate walls treading against his fingertips was like carressing expensive velvet. Best part of it all, knowing this was a vagina made him bust in his pants. "Oohh, haa- she-devil," he mitters under his breath.

That's not counting the smell of you and how, as he pulled his fingers out, he found his fingers were coated in mounds of white cum.

His theory proved right. Your numbing made him lose some sensation in his fingers. Would it be enough to stop the ache of the shards?

Regardless, you seemed to really enjoy it. This time, as he sinks his whole fist into your warmth, he watches your face. Or at least as much as he can from up your vulva, through your large round thighs to each side of him, up your lucious belly, next the delicious mounds of your breast, and then to your face.

You were a gorgeous alien.

Lin's hips buck against nothing.

Your jaw falls in surprise at the feeling of his tiny arm inside of you. The creature thrust his arm deeper, and you pulsate against him. You can feel your walls suck up his forearm, his arm was wider at the base due to his fat muscles.

Your heat was so strong from all the factors against you, as if pure bliss feel upon you. You were embarrassingly defenseless, spread open by a creature barely the size of your leg. Letting such a creature, also your stranger and adversary, crack you open like a clam made it all the more wrong. And all the more pleasurable.

Wanton moans drifted off you as Lin began to thrust his whole forearm in you, his tight muscles working to pump you hard, but slow enough for you to keep the steady pace. He can only hear your loud trills reflecting off the cave walls. He delighted drinking up the pretty sound.

"Yeah? Feel good, feel good," he can't help but ask you so many times. Afterall, he doesn't even know what you're saying, let alone feeling, he can't speak whatever it is you're cawing about, but above all. He wants to give you what you want.

It's through this that he slides in his other arm, resting them thumb against thumb, a form he usually uses his fists to punch with. You walls flutter and pulsate around the newest addition, clenching hard, restricting against his skin, sucking him in with your recoil. He can only gasp as you end up sucking his whole body flush against your vulva.

He pulls away.

Perverse tempatous flood his mind.

Lin shamelessly calls on his chi to burst into you, fucking his fists into your body as if he were vigorously rowing a boat. His large muscular arms give you variations in shape for your sensitive walls to stimulate itself on. Not to mention, with his thrusts, as he pulled out, his arms separated, stretching you impossibly wide before slamming in impossibly deep. You swore, if he just extended his fingers out, he'd be just tickling your cervix.

"Aahtt! Ooh! Mmh," you mewled and trilled, your knees jolting up, legs twitching and claws reaching for purchase in the stone to each side of you. You watch the sight of the little creature's black head dipping closer and further from you, matching his intense rhythm.

And though he's unable to go particularly fast, it's enough to draw you to your second orgasm.

He only notices when you scream, and a strong stream of fluids burst against his hands, forcing his fists out of you, your walls barely clinging on to his wrists to keep them inside.

He slips out, laying an affectionate kiss on your sloppy, slick labia. You're a soft violet pink now. He hums in satisfaction. "Wanna' see a trick, sweetheart," he asks.

In your eyes, you watch as the little creature suddenly cries out, a burst of a dangerous green aura overtaking him. You flinch in a mixture of fear and anticipation. He pulls one fist out of you, turning to the side a bit and taking a stance. Suddenly, he frantically slams the single arm deep into your walls, his fists bumping around at a different target each time. You cry out loud, your moans boarding wails. He's at a break-neck speed, a speed brisk enough to make you lose your breath, lose your eyes behind clouds, to find yourself uncontrollably dizzy.

Finally, his fists curves up against your bladder, dealing a hard thrust against it, and you squirt dewlets into the air because of it. They barely miss him, but he doesn't care in the midst of calamity.

"Found it," he grins. Pleasuring women was his pride and joy, especially one whose juices made him not be able to feel the shards burn within him.

It's a feeling he almost forgot.

Fuck, it made him ridiculously horny.

He's relentless and precise, eat blow a vigorous compilation of unbreakable, nimble, and sharp thrusts. A speed you're sure not even one of your partners could top. Your orgasm was forced upon you, squirting out and cumming all at the same time. He doesnt stay in you for long after it, pulling his fist out immediately. You watch the little creature duck out of your stream, hiding and crouching by your left inner thigh to avoid the flow.

"Holy hell," he cursed. Your piss was beginning to puddle by his feet.

Quickly deciding the best way to avoid it all was to jump up onto your shivering thigh. It's then he finally looks up at you, the normal color that you were described as, while you convulsed and twitched. He grins as your eyes roll back as you rode out your high. "Oh yeah," he mutters, grabbing himself through his soaked pants. Mostly soaked from your juices, but a lot of it also being from the amount he came himself.

When you come to, drowning in pants, you look at him. Watching the yellow striped, white eyed, green, peach-striped creature flash a smile. Something you weren't aware that they could also do. You reach with your claws and stroke his black hair, your touch gentle.

You trill gratefully.

"Its no big deal, no problem. Just saving the world, one day at a time," he rests his hands on your claw. "Listen, devil. I kinda need you to be nice for a while. My team is--" but before he could finish his sentence, you pick him up by his green apparel, sitting up as you move farther from the warm fire. He squeaks, but soon he's found you've relocated to a new wall on the cave. You were starting to sweat.

You lean back and spread your legs, dropping him down on his belly. He bounces on the softness, falling on his butt. "Whoa, there. Heads up would be nice," he mutters. You reach, cupping his back with your right hand, and tearing off his apparel with his left. The little creature yelps, and you pause only to make sure it wasn't actually his skin. No blood oozes from him, so you remove his pants as well and simply scratch off the little miniature piece he had beneath it.

You watch as a dick springs out from between the creatures leg. You compare it to your smallest claw. You were mistaken. It wasn't that small. Instead, he was roughly about the length of your middle claw and as thick as your thumb. Regardless, it too was red and twitching. Was he in heat as well, but the little creatures show it differently?

You nodded. You see. They're more private about it. They hide it behind colorful garments.

You smile, picking him up and dropping him back between your legs. You give him a guide and push him flat against your vulva before resting your arms back to your sides.

"Want me inside," he asks, looking up at you.

He should be caring about his super suit, but honestly, he was aching so much already so...

You trill playfully. So Ironfist takes it as a yes. He lines up against you, feeling your giant clit against his chest, it was so soft and bouncy, he swore he could eat it for days. Fuck, the thought made him twitch about your entrance. He needs to feel your heat, now.

Lin thrusts into you, and you hum in delight. Lin stares up at your face as he drags himself in and out, the height difference putting him in an awkward position, yet still he handles it, thrusting at a constant, simple pace. He soaks in the delectable feeling of your hot slick and hotter walls burning against his (by your definition) tiny cock. All eight inches of him merely in the shallow end of your warmth. Your gummy walls were sucking him in so deeply, the wettest of it making a thick sloppy sound, forcing juices to cover up his chest and ooze down his bare legs.

His hands grip chunks of your pubes, using it for purchase as he begins to speed up. Now that he's knows he's fully taken care of you, all in his brain that is left is "fuckfuckfuckfuckcum," as fast as he can. He's breathless by his speed, legs buckling, his tiredness finally catching up to his numbed-out body. His eyelids are falling against his eyes, his cheek sloppily resting in your bed of hair as he fucks himself. To you, it feels like a speedy finger. To him, this sensation, this experience will be completely irreplaceable for the rest of his life.

He's sputtering out as he explodes inside you, shooting out at least five ropes into your sweetness, sagging against you as if his soul is sucked out from his body.

He pants against your vulva and weakly raises his head, "Wuh-- We're finished, right?"

You pick him up again, dropping him on your sternum, and he lands on his feet again, leaning forward to hold your collarbone. His eyes flicker to your breasts, his dick standing right up. "Eeh... One last- tuh... One last round," Lin smiles lazily.

He hops onto your breast, wrapping his arms around it and giving it a squish. You trill and yelp in confusion, your head drooping in dazed surprise. What's gotten into the little man? He rubs his cheeks against your soft flesh, giggling like a school girl as he uses almost his whole body to fondle you. He finally dips down, sucking your giant nipple into his mouth.

You cry, holding the little creature's back so it won't fall. It licks and slurps your nipple until it's hard, even softly nibbling and drawing his teeth on the side of it. Aah, it wants to mate more. You didn't want any more stimulation. You wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him back, but his suction keeps his lips to your nipple. He mumbles something, but you whine and trill, and regrettably, he releases your nipple with a pop.

"Not everyday you get to fondle some giant b--" but before he could finish his sentence, you place him on your face. His hands awkwardly grab secure chunks of your hair, feeling his hard on against the softness of your upper lips. He stares now at the wall and the top of your head, his feet dangling off your chin.

You draw out your tongue, the heat making him fire a shot of precum into your open mouth. He shakes and shivers. Part of it being from sex the other part from the primal fear of being eaten. It makes him melt and buck his hips into your open mouth. You wrap your giant lips around his dick, your hot tongue flying up and greeting his cock. He moans out in ecstasy, clenching his eyes tight to fight an early send off.

He's has to savor this for as long as he can.

Your large, hot muscle licks him, your mouth adding a soft suction. She knows he's tight and wants to be gentle. But for him, none of it is gentle or soft. Your suction is perfectly powerful, as if he were in a cock milking vat, his toes crunch up in bliss. His eyes roll to the back of his head. He's cumming, oh no he's cumming.

You swipe your tongue around him, swirling and twirling, back and forth and back and forth again. His grip on your hair grows deathly tight. "Mmuh... Whoaa... Aah... Uhhn," he's babbling nonsense, bucking and twitching, his cock pulsating as he holds back. But eventually, to no avail, sprays your pretty mouth with two thick, creamy ropes of cum; all before he blanks out once, and then twice.

He's running empty now, his balls no longer thick and bothered, but tranquil.

You grab him again, watching him lay limpy in your hold. You trill and giggle delightfully, leaning to caress his little face with your nose. Your trill not only welcomes him as your new mate (for life), but also sends him off to sleep, as you lay him on your chest.

Maybe these creatures weren't so bad afterall.

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A week had passed before anyone had seen any sight of Lin, and it was tearing Stark out from the inside. Peter tried his best to cheer him up, noting that his pal was capable and wouldn't die like this, let alone be subdued by the She-Devil. But still, it worried him. Doctor Strange ended up finding out that she was an inter-dimensional being from a parallel world to Earth. Unfortunately, this was learned the very next day after they lost Lin, and somehow, it made the lost feel worse.

Still, the team continued with the mission, trying to lead the devil out anyway that they could. For some reason, you didn't come out. Not even when they stepped on your terrain or sent loud blasts and sirens into the day sky. It was like she wasn't even there at all. As if you couldn't hear them at all.

As the sun began to set, Stark sat next to Black Widow and Dr Strange on the cargo ship, staring off at the island in the distance as the shared a nice cup of tea (more so coffee for stark). He drummed his fingers across the desk, nodding along to the conversation.

"The next action plan is to comb through that forest. Get the kid, find the devil. I dont care if we have to trap her, we need this case over with. Before she grows or worse," he pauses, staring at the black bitter substance in his cup.

"Worse, she does ze' unexpected," Widow suddenly stands, drawing out her scope.

Just then, Peter comes barreling down the board, pointing at the island. "Guys look, there's movement," he calls.

Black Widow nods, "I've got eyes on the devil," all rise abruptly at her statement. "She'll be at the shore in approximately five minutes."

Captain rushes in after Peter, catching the final glimpse of the conversation. "We'll need to hurry."

"Alright, team, board the boat. Strange, get that portal ready."

They board the sailboat, racing down to the shore. By the time they made it there, the she-devil was just stepping out of the trees.

"Alright widow, get a good shot. We need to do the same routine as last time, but Peter we'll need your webs in--"

"Look," Widow cries, abandoning her sniper to point at you.

Not only had you turned back to a normal color, but in your hands rested Iron Fist, who excitedly waved to the team. They all gasped, and you stepped closer.

"Lin!" Peter shouted, rushing off the boat, trudging through the water. The others followed in pursuit, gathering around as you lowered him into the sand.

But oddly, most of Lin's outfit was tattered. His chest was bare, and he held up his pants with his hands. And as they all got close to check him out, there was this strong, sultry, strench that was caked on him. As if he were soaked in it.

The smell was so acidic, so familiar to most of the team, but they couldn't quite--

Black Widow suddenly gasps, "You smell like f'acking kiska," she hisses, a flush over taking her face as she steps back.

Stark gasps, snapping his finger, his voice slightly distorted from his suit, "Ah, that's what the smell is!"

Captain turns to Peter, "What's 'kiska'?"

Peter whispers, "It's uh p-pussy in Russian."

Captain gasps in shock, slowly putting the pieces together as he stared at Lin. "The torn clothes, the disappearance for a week, t-the smell," he mutters.

Lin's face is a humiliating red. Most of his torn shirt used to pitifully cover what little of him that he could come from his team.

"Oh Godt', she did it with you? Why you," Widow eye's scale up the she devil's body.

"I don't wanna' think about Lin doing any of that," Peter quirks.

Strange scoffs, "Hello? Are we stupid? The most important part of this issue is that a human from our species, co-mingled--"

Lin stammers, "I w-wouldnt say comingle it's a weird word--"

"--With an inter-dimensional devil. That's the most important part," Dr Strange finishes.

"But she's so tall," Widow hums, covering her mouth as she stared only at you. "I mean, I v'would get if it v'ere Kaptain," she mumbles.

"M-Me?" He sputters.

"Cause, you're a big man. He's puny," she said.

Captain speaks, "Don't bring me into this!"

"Let's just- Please let's forget about it and send, (y/n) home," Lin drops his head in humilation. "A-And agree to never mention this to anyone."

"Agreed," the team cried unison.

Captain squeaks, "(Y/n)?"

The doctor opened up a portal for you, as electric sparks flung into a circle right beside you. You flinched away from it at first, but once you saw your dimension's lush lavender fields and soft sea green sky's, you lit up joyfully. A sweet trill brimmed you.

The creatures were just trying to send you home? Is that what they've wanted all this time? Your eyes quirked as you looked at them each, your tail swooshing in affection. You'll be sure to remember them well.

As for your mate, you squatted onto his level, taking your index claw and soft caressing under his chin, to the side of his face, then to ruffle his hair. "Ready to go home, sweetheart," he smiles, eyes lost in a dreary affection. Your week of endless fucking was a great bonding experience. He'd be lying if he didn't say he'd love to see you again after this.

Explore your planet. Learn more about you.

Speak your language.

You scoop him up in your hands one last time, he stands on your palms and bows his head, you do the same and brush your horn against his head; a custom Lin learned as an intimate gesture of connection. You placed him down, giving him one final look before stepping in, and the fire sparkled behind you.

Yet you didn't look away from him.

You had many mates, but none as exciting as him.

Lin stood in a daze for a moment before rushing off with everyone else to the sailboat.

"Lin, to the back, please. We don't want your smell blowing on us," Stark commands.

"Y-Yes sir," he sighs defeatedly.

Right as he sits, he watches Widow approach him. "V'ell," she crosses her arms as the boat starts.

Peter inches in close to the conversation.

Lin asks, "Well?"

"H'kow did you do it?"

Oh god.

[keimunnn]

ANGRY KORRA SMUT IDEAAAAAAA

how about when korra was learning metal bending right and she flexes and goes metal bending champion the reader gets like MADDDD flustered bc DAMN HER MUSCLES and Korra teases her about it but then later fucks the reader while still teasing her, if that makes sense😭😭….like she’s overpowering her and using her strong ass muscles on the reader.

oh my god this took me like a week(?), been kind of busy 😭 sorry about that... but anyway of course cutie!

muscles

KORRA + F!READER

warnings: nsfw (18+) — you want korra's muscles, korra tops ofc, mentioning of choking (muscles), rubbing on clit, face sitting, i honestly have no idea how to tag but yeah, lowercase intended

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"metal bending champion!"

the whole time korra was sparring with one of the beifong twins, you were observing her the whole time. and oh boy, was she a fast learner. the way she was even called the 'first metal bending avatar' was even more exciting—it had you feel the need to celebrate for her. she was absolutely amazing in every way. that's probably why you fell for her in the first place.

although, the way she flexed her arms in the air had you pausing in your train of thoughts. your eyes scanned the way she flexed her arms, having you accidentally stare at those muscles in the entirety of her training. it wasn't exactly new to you whenever she does it, but it totally didn't mean the filth running through your head didn't kick you hard in the gut whenever she does it. her muscles were always a bonus when you got attracted to her. that had you mad mad. how does someone like her even exist, yet, they haven't had their muscles around your neck?

hell, you would even let her have you in a headlock for all you care.

your mind went wild, seeing her proud smirk whenever she wins against the beifong twin was even hotter. it wasn't even containable at this point. you were itching to just stop her and perhaps feel her up, honestly. all these thoughts didn't let you notice the way korra had caught on onto your long stare. she only raised a brow at you, wondering why you were staring in silence with a serious look in your face as if you were planning something to eliminate her—which was actually kind of funny to think about on her part.

with the way you kept your eyes on her, you didn't even realize she was walking towards you after telling the beifong twin that they both should take a break for a bit. you were sitting on concrete, your legs crossed over eachother with a concentrated look in your eyes as you still continued with your stare, your chin resting on your interlocked hands.

"you okay?" sitting down next to you, korra plopped down in the same position beside you, criss-crossing her legs as well and snaked an arm around your shoulder. you snapped out of your thoughts once you got pulled in by her to her side, feeling her muscles against your neck. and as if it wasn't obvious enough, your ears might've puffed out smoke already from how red you were. out of nowhere, you blurted out from the heat;

"choke me with those muscles."

"...what?"

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the sounds of soft pants and shuffling echoed around the room suyin had let you both shared in their residence. her mouth continued to nibble and suck on your breast, her free hand groping the other one. with a loud pop she released the bud in her mouth, now moving to kiss down your stomach and around your navel, leaving more lovebites while she went down.

her hands reached the waistband of your shorts, beginning to slowly tug at it. "lift your hips." she told you, looking up at you. once you complied to her demand, she began to work on peeling your shorts off, now discarding them onto the floor along with the rest of her clothes.

korra began to kiss your inner thighs, slowly moving towards the center, still looking up at you the entire time to gauge your reactions.

"h-haah..." your sounds let out a whine, feeling your heart quicken its pace as you watched the whole scene unfold, her finger teasingly wrapped around the waistband of the last remaining fabric to tug it off.

the way korra was undeniably attractive between your legs was dangerous... along with the way her muscles glistened with her sweat. it had a hint of seduction, yet, also laced with sweetness. you flushed at the thought, watching her slide the fabric down and throw it to the edge of the bed.

she thought you looked beautiful like this, underneath her and watching her every move, looking so flustered and needy. she continued to leave little kisses on your inner thighs, her hands gently holding them open to give her more access.

"you don't have to be so shy, pretty." she said, giving one of your inner thighs a playful bite, just enough to leave a small mark there.

"keep your eyes on me, alright?"

her head moved closer between your legs now, her breath hitting your core as she gazed up at you with a sly smirk. "i just want to see how your face looks when i do this."

with that she lowered her head, her lips now gently kissing your clit with soft kisses, testing your reactions with a swirl of her tongue against the sensitive nub. a low whimper escaped your lips, your hands down to her hair and gently tugged it back from her forehead, keeping a close watch at what she was about to do.

you let out a sharp exhale, softly tugging along her hair. "please..."

the avatar loved the feeling of your hands in her hair, gently pulling and grasping at her dark locks, and how you continued to watch her. when you tugged at her hair again and let out that little whimper of yours, she felt a shiver run down her spine, unable to hold back any longer.

her lips continued to kiss and press against your center as her tongue slowly came out to taste your slicked up core—she groaned loudly at your taste, dipping in another lick to get that taste up her tongue once more. she was addicted, and that was obvious. korra was never subtle whenever she wanted something from you, and this was one of them.

"oh, korra...!" her name coming out of your mouth was like music to her ears, she wanted to hear you say it again and again.

humming in response, korra's tongue was now moving against your core with more eagerness, wanting to draw out more of those noises from you. her hands continued to hold your thighs open, as her head remained buried in between as she took advantage of her strength to push you wide open for her.

she felt your hips moving against her and your fingers pulling tighter on her hair, she knew you were getting more needy and desperate. she continued to lick and suck and tease your gummy hole with her tongue, wanting more of those beautiful sounds to come from you. she could tell you were getting close, from the way you tugged on her hair and how you begged for her to not stop.

with her strength, she came across the thought of a different position, getting you to your hips over her face now with your hands grasping onto the headboards with a surprised gasp of your own. it shouldn't even be a shock that she could just get you into any position without a hassle, but it still had you surprised in the end.

spirits, you wanted her to just throw you around and have you in a headlock soon.

you let out a moan once she pulled your hips down to her lips, immediately continuing her ministrations with the different position now, grinding yourself against her face in a riding motion. the tip of her nose rubbed deliciously against your clit with her tongue deep inside your pussy. it was heaven, you thought.

that was when korra's hands gripped onto the skin of your hips once more, having you rock against her with an even more quickened pace and deeper penetration from her pink muscle. your breasts bounced at the rhythm, your moans getting louder every time. it was getting intense and even closer to release—so stimulating.

"come on, come on— want you to cum all over my face. yeah, that's it." korra murmured against your lower lips, burying her head against your core with long last suck before you reached your high at last. you didn't even notice you put your weight on her, back arching in euphoria with your hips twitching at the final stimulation. you whispered out curses and 'thank you's, pulling away from korra with a worried glance down at her, getting off of her.

"shit— was i too heavy?" you asked, concerned when you saw her breathing heavily with all your essence over her mouth and chin, a small smirk on her face once she looked back at you.

"you were perfect. i could do that all week..."

"... you still haven't choked me though..."

"i'll do it with a strap next time, don't worry."

"that's—... WAIT WHAT."

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(and im sorry i didn't know how to make her angry here 😭)

[luvlyycy]

can we pls more lin lie if u have the time 🥺🥺

YASSS OFC !! i have more lin lie jacking off to post in the future.. but in the mean time <33

he doesn't understand why he's so vocal for his first time. your hands wrapped around the base of his cock rubbing your lips messily over his tip.

"does it really taste that good?"

he doesn't expect you to respond, just lets it linger in the air— "mhm. tastes amazing."

his breath hitches and his arms flex for a moment as you continue your work, letting his tip finally settle past your lips and into the back of your throat.

your teary eyes look up at him, and he fights the urge to cum right there. "so—so pretty." he mumbles, hands entangling into the loose ends of your hair.

you pull your head back, a small choke emitting from your throat only for him to hiss out, "i'm, i'm really close to cumming." he hums.

[thegreatgatslin]

AFTER CLOSING - m. kaiser x f!reader (18+)

tw: afab reader, down bad kaiser, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex, no protection whatsoever || wc: 0.6k || 18+ under the cut

ex!bf michael kaiser who's started to miss his home country quite a bit after a while as a foreign student - well, the taste of it, at least - and brings his teammates to a new german restaurant/bar that opened up near campus recently.

ex!bf michael kaiser who watches with slight disgust as his teammates ogle the pretty waitresses, who are decked out in traditional german barmaid clothing that leaves little to the imagination.

ex!bf michael kaiser whose eyes widen when he realises one of the waitresses working tonight's shift is you, his ex-girlfriend who he broke up with two months ago, and he can't seem to get over how unbelievably good you look right now.

ex!bf michael kaiser who seems a little subdued when you come over to take their order, averting his eyes. (he's ashamed at how he can't stop staring at how your tits sit in that fucking top, and how he can't get his raging hard-on to die down.) you look him up and down briefly, and leave without another word.

ex!bf michael kaiser whose gaze never leaves you as you flit between tables, hips swaying in that teasingly short skirt, the skirt that barely covers your ass when you bend over ever so slightly - and he catches a glimpse of your baby blue panties, his favourite colour on you.

ex!bf michael kaiser who can't help but raise an eyebrow as you set down his kirschwasser, his cherry brandy, with an oh-so-obvious cherry-red lipstick stain on the rim of the glass. no prizes for guessing who it belongs to.

ex!bf michael kaiser who snaps when he sees oliver aiku, a defender from a rival university, hitting on you. cutting short his conversation with ness, he downs his crimson liquid courage in one go and storms over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear -

"why don't i stay until after closing and show you a good time, liebling?"

ex!bf michael kaiser who waits for you to close up the restaurant for the night with shaky hands before he practically pounces, his large hands all over you as his tongue explores your mouth, and you let out one of the most pathetic whines he's ever heard.

ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you take him down your tight little throat, scoffing as tears prick your eyes at the uncomfortable sensation. you can take it, he murmurs to you as you gag on his cock. you've done it before.

ex!bf michael kaiser who gets on his knees and eats you out against the counter, sucking fervently on your swollen clit as you tangle your hands in his soft blonde hair, calling out his name in just the way he's missed; this only spurs him on, and he spits on your cunt, sex-drunk eyes locking with yours as he dives back in between your legs.

ex!bf michael kaiser who bends you over the restaurant's bar and fucks you raw until your toes are curling in your black heels. he's got a hand on the back of your neck holding you steady, giving him a clear view of how your ass recoils against his hips in that slutty little skirt of yours.

ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you cum twice more before his sticky seed is filling you up just how you like it, watching his cum drip out of you with no little satisfaction.

that is, until he hears a whimper from you that sounds suspiciously like "more" -

ex!bf michael kaiser who's already pushing his hardening cock back into you, asking you breathlessly, "won't you please take me back, meine liebe?"

a/n: sorry hornyposting again

© thegreatgatslin || ✦ M.LIST ✦

[zaerilyn]

Turbulent Waters

Jiyan x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Porn With Plot, Reader-Insert, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Childhood Friends, Romance, A Bit of Fluff

Summary: The unexpected return of General Geshu Lin and swirling rumors about Y/N's connection with him test the unspoken feelings between Jiyan and Y/N. Long-buried emotions erupt in a heated confrontation, pushing Jiyan to face his love and fears head-on. Amid the resulting tension and misunderstandings, a fervent confession emerges, culminating in a passionate encounter that forever alters their relationship.

Or basically,

Jiyan’s been secretly crushing on his childhood friend since forever. Then he finally snaps one night after hearing rumors about you and Geshu Lin getting freaky.

The campfire’s flickering glow painted the shadows of soldiers onto the walls of the tents around you. The chatter was alive with discussions of strategy, victories, and idle gossip. Jiyan’s presence commanded respect among the men, his stoic nature and tactical brilliance earning their loyalty.

You walked through the camp with your medical bag, your mind focused on the task at hand. General Geshu Lin had returned from his mysterious absence, wounded and needing your expertise. As the head doctor, your reputation for unparalleled medical skill and your willingness to step into the battlefield were well-known among the troops. Often, you worked late into the night, tending to injuries with a deft hand and a caring heart. Your dedication had earned you the respect and admiration of many, including Jiyan, your childhood friend and now the general.

From a young age, you and Jiyan had been inseparable, growing up in the same village and training together. Over the years, your bond had deepened into something more complex. While your teasing often veiled genuine affection, the weight of your respective responsibilities and unspoken fears kept both of you from confessing your true feelings. Jiyan, in particular, struggled with the burden of his role, fearing that any deeper connection might bring you pain if he were to fall in battle.

You had just finished stitching a soldier’s wound when a familiar voice called out to you.

“Y/N!” Jiyan’s deep voice reached you through the din.

You turned to see him striding towards you, his expression as unreadable as ever, but with a flicker of something you couldn't quite place.

“Jiyan,” you greeted, flashing a quick smile. “I’m on my way to check on Geshu Lin. He needs some attention.”

His jaw tightened slightly at the mention of Geshu Lin. “I’ll accompany you,” he said, falling into step beside you.

“Jiyan, you know I can handle this,” you said softly, glancing at him. “I’ve done it countless times.”

He shook his head, determination etched on his face. “I know. But I’m coming with you anyway.”

The path to Geshu Lin’s tent was quiet, the sounds of the camp fading as you approached the general’s quarters. Jiyan’s presence was a comforting weight beside you, though you could sense the tension radiating from him. Usually, Jiyan was not one to interfere with your work. He respected your medical expertise, often admiring your dedication and skill. He had once dabbled in medical training himself, understanding the crucial role you played. His protectiveness tonight was unusual, spurred by the whispers among the soldiers and the sight of you heading towards Geshu Lin.

When you reached the tent, Jiyan hesitated outside, giving you a look that was both protective and conflicted. You stepped inside, finding Geshu Lin reclining on a cot, his torso bare and bandaged.

“General,” you greeted, setting down your bag and moving to his side.

Geshu Lin gave you a weary smile. “Y/N, just the person I was hoping to see. How have you been?”

You began to check General Geshu Lin's bandages with practiced efficiency. Your fingers moved deftly, unwrapping the old gauze to inspect the healing wounds on his torso. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated his muscular build, and you could see the edges of the scar tissue starting to form.

“Busy, as always. Let’s see how you’re healing.”

You examined the wound, carefully cleaning it with antiseptic. The sharp scent filled the air as you dabbed at the raw edges with a soft cloth, your brow furrowing in concentration.

“You have quite the delicate touch, Y/N. I can see why you're the head doctor. It’s reassuring to have someone so skilled attending to my injuries.” He winced slightly as you applied a fresh bandage, securing it with precise movements. His muscles tensed under your touch, but he remained composed, his eyes studying your face.

“Just doing my job. Try to avoid any strenuous activity for a few more days. The wound’s healing well, but it still needs time.”

As you worked, you couldn't shake the feeling of Jiyan's presence just outside the tent. His familiar aura seemed to permeate the air, adding a layer of tension to the enclosed space.

Geshu Lin’s eyes glinted with a mischievous light as he watched you, leaning back slightly to give you more access to his wound.

“You know,” he said casually, a smirk playing on his lips, “Jiyan seems rather protective of you. Quite the guard dog, isn’t he?”

You glanced up, surprised by his comment, your hands pausing briefly in their task. “He’s just looking out for me.”

Geshu Lin chuckled, the sound low and slightly mocking. “Is that what you think? I’d be careful, Y/N. Someone might snatch you away if he’s not careful.”

His gaze lingered on you, filled with a subtle challenge. The way he spoke to you, with a flirtatious undertone and easy familiarity, unsettled you slightly. You could sense the underlying tension between him and Jiyan, the rivalry simmering beneath their polite interactions. You finished applying the bandage and pulled away, your eyes meeting his briefly before you stood up.

Before you could respond to his insinuations, the tent flap rustled, and Jiyan entered with a controlled intensity. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene, your proximity to Geshu Lin and the casual atmosphere between you two.

“Am I interrupting something?” His voice carried a restrained edge, the calm before a storm.

Geshu Lin smirked, a knowing gleam in his eyes as he noticed Jiyan's reaction. He shifted slightly, exaggerating the nonchalant attitude.

“Just receiving some excellent medical care, General.” His tone was smooth, almost taunting. “Y/N here has been doing an admirable job.”

You quickly shook your head, sensing the brewing confrontation. “No, Jiyan. Just finishing up here.”

Jiyan’s gaze flicked to Geshu Lin, a muscle ticking in his jaw. His eyes then softened slightly when they met yours, but the tension in his posture remained evident.

“We need to talk. Now.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. He reached out, his grip on your arm assertive but not harsh, guiding you out of the tent. The night air hit you as you stepped outside, and you could feel the storm brewing beneath Jiyan’s composed exterior.

As you walked away, you caught a glimpse of Geshu Lin's smirk, a triumphant light in his eyes. He watched you both leave, clearly satisfied with the effect his words had on Jiyan. The sense of rivalry was palpable, his earlier words echoing in your mind and adding to the weight of the situation.

Jiyan led you away from Geshu Lin's tent with a firm grip on your arm, the urgency in his steps matching the storm brewing in his eyes. He didn’t stop until you reached the dimly lit interior of his own tent, the flap falling shut behind you. The space felt immediately more intimate, with the scent of burning candles mingling with the earthy aroma of the canvas walls.

He finally released your arm and turned to face you, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and frustration.

“Jiyan, what’s going on?” Confusion laced your voice as you tried to understand his sudden agitation.

He stopped abruptly in the center of the tent, turning to you with a fierce intensity.

“Do you realize what people are saying about you and Geshu Lin?” His voice was low and intense, each word biting into the charged air between you.

Your brow furrowed in bewilderment. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard the men talking,” he said, his eyes blazing. “They think… They think there’s something between you and him. They’re saying he’s lucky to have you visiting him late at night.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. “That’s absurd. I’m just treating his injuries.”

His expression hardened, his frustration clear. “Is that all?” he demanded. “Because it doesn’t look that way to them. Or to me.”

Indignation flushed your cheeks. “How dare you? I’m clearly only doing my job. Just because he’s my patient doesn’t mean there’s anything else going on.”

Jiyan’s eyes softened for a moment before hardening again, a conflict of emotions playing across his face. “I know you, Y/N. But I can’t stand the thought of you with him. Of him thinking he has a claim on you.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“What are you saying, Jiyan?”

He took a step closer, his hands gripping your shoulders, his touch firm yet filled with a desperate intensity.

“I’m saying I can’t lose you. I won’t.” His words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. You searched his face, seeing the raw vulnerability in his eyes.

“Jiyan,” you said softly, your voice trembling, “I’ve always been here. I’m not going anywhere.”

A flicker of relief crossed his features, but it was soon replaced by a fierce determination.

“I can’t stand seeing you with him, hearing those things. I…” His voice trailed off, and he seemed momentarily lost.

You took a step closer, your heart aching at the conflict you saw in him. “If you want me, you just have to say it.”

His eyes locked onto yours, and before you could react, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. Your hands flew to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through his clothes.

The kiss deepened, a raw, unrestrained intensity igniting between you. Jiyan’s hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer, his touch both demanding and tender. You responded with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed yourself against him.

Jiyan’s tent became a cocoon of heightened emotions and physical desire, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the canvas walls. His usual stoic demeanor had shattered, replaced by a primal need that matched your own.

His hands moved to unfasten the ties of your tunic, each movement deliberate and urgent. You mirrored his actions, your fingers fumbling with the fastenings of his uniform, peeling away the layers that separated your bodies. The cool air of the tent brushed against your heated skin, heightening your senses.

As you both shed the last of your clothing, the intimacy of the moment deepened. Jiyan’s gaze was intense, his eyes tracing the contours of your body with a mix of awe and hunger. He guided you towards the sturdy wooden table in the center of the tent, the coarse surface pressing against your abdomen as he positioned you with your belly flat against it.

Your body trembled with anticipation, your senses heightened by the unfamiliar position. Jiyan stood behind you, his hands exploring the soft curves of your hips, the firmness of your back. He leaned over you, his chest brushing against your back, his breath hot against your ear.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Me, claiming you from behind, making you mine?”

A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. Your response was a breathless moan, your hands gripping the edges of the table as you arched your back slightly, offering yourself to him.

“Yes,” you gasped. “I want all of you.”

His eyes darkened with a fierce possessiveness. He aligned himself with your entrance, the tip of his erection pressing against your slick folds. The anticipation made your body tense, the heat between your thighs intensifying.

He entered you slowly, the initial stretch sending a shockwave of pleasure and slight discomfort through you. Your body adjusted quickly, accommodating his size as he pushed deeper. You gasped, your fingers gripping the table’s edge tightly, your hips instinctively pushing back against him to take him fully.

Jiyan’s movements were deliberate at first, his hips rocking gently as he set a rhythm. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through your body, the friction of his length against your inner walls intensifying the sensation. He began to move faster, his breathing growing ragged, his need evident in the urgency of his thrusts.

You matched his pace, your hips lifting to meet his, creating a rhythm that was both urgent and perfectly attuned to each other. The table creaked beneath you, a steady counterpoint to the rising symphony of your moans and gasps.

He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as he slid a hand around to cup one of your breasts. His fingers teased your nipple, the combination of sensations making your body arch into his touch. His other hand moved to grip your hip, holding you steady as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

His lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve, his breath warm against your ear.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice a low, rough whisper. His teeth grazed your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. “Say it.”

The pressure built within you, coiling tighter with each passing moment. Your climax was imminent, the tension in your body reaching a fever pitch.

“I’m yours,” you cried out, your voice breaking. “Only yours.”

The admission seemed to ignite something in him. His thrusts became more forceful, each one driving you higher. His hand slid down your body, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, the combined stimulation pushing you over the edge.

The intensity of his words, combined with the relentless assault on your senses, sent you spiraling into climax. Your body tensed, and you cried out his name as the wave of your orgasm crashed over you. The pleasure was so intense that it left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

Jiyan followed moments later, a deep groan escaping him as he found his release. You felt the pulsating warmth of his ejaculation filling you, his body tensing above you as he drove into you one last time, then collapsing onto you in a spent, panting heap. The connection between you pulsed with the remnants of your shared ecstasy, the room filled with the sound of your mingled breaths.

With a gentle, yet firm motion, Jiyan lifted you from the table, your body still sensitive and trembling from the intense experience. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, your head resting against his chest as he carried you across the tent. The big-sized cot in the corner awaited, a simple but welcoming reprieve after the raw intensity of your encounter.

Jiyan laid you down on the cot with a care that belied the ferocity of his earlier actions. The coarse blanket beneath you felt cool against your heated skin. He joined you, lying down beside you, his arms wrapping around you protectively. The proximity allowed you to feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, a comforting rhythm that helped soothe the lingering intensity within you.

Your breathing synchronized with his as you nestled against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body and the lingering glow of your climax. You reached up to cup his cheek, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. Jiyan’s eyes softened, a look of tender affection replacing the earlier passion.

As you lay there, the sounds outside the tent slowly filtered back into your awareness. The quiet murmur of the camp, the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers—sounds that had been completely drowned out by the fervor of your connection. You realized that your earlier cries had likely been heard by those outside, a fact that made your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

Jiyan seemed to read your thoughts. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he tightened his arms around you, his breath warm against your ear.

“I made sure they heard,” he said, his voice a low, satisfied murmur. “Let them know you’re mine. Let them hear your pleasure.”

You blinked, taken aback by his admission. Your heart raced as you processed his words. This side of Jiyan—bold, possessive, deliberately exposing your intimacy—was completely at odds with the gentle, respectful friend you had always known. His usual demeanor was composed, his actions always measured and considerate. The idea that he would consciously ensure that others knew what was happening between you was both shocking and electrifying.

It then clicked. After all, you had tried to stifle your screams earlier, biting your lip to keep from making too much noise. But Jiyan had been relentless, finding ways to make you cry out despite your efforts. His hand had clamped over your mouth briefly, only to slide away as he increased the intensity of his movements, making it impossible for you to remain silent.

“You… you did that on purpose?” you asked with cheeks flushed red, barely able to believe this new side of him.

“I want everyone to know that you’re with me. That you’re mine.” His eyes locked onto yours with a possessive gleam.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, General Jiyan,” you said in a teasing tone.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” he replied, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“But you’ll learn. I want you to know all of me, Doctor.”

[heizlut]

omg this is the first time i do this bc i always think i become a burden when i request sth🫠 BUT I PLUCKED MY COURAGE BC I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE A BOMB ASS IDEA BUT MY WRITING CAPABILITIES CANNOT DO IT JUSTICE. Ok so🫢 childhoofriend!/meandom!genshu lin x childhoodfriend!/sub!reader x childhoodfriend!/teasedom!jiyan after the war (lets pretend genshu didnt disappear/get unalived) and they release their pent up emotions by doing the deed and of course reader is more than happy to welcome them. Reader has enough holes for the two as you said😚😚

POOKIEEEE ILYSM🥹🫶🏼 i hope you like this!!!!!

What are Best Friends For?

〰cw: none

〰tags: sub fem!reader, mean dom!geshu lin, teasing dom!jiyan, all childhood besties with each other, creampie, unprotected sex, oral m!receiving, double penetration, anal, a lil degradation, throat fucking, a dash of stinky angst in the beginning

〰nsfw under the cut

〰m!list here

You always worried for your two best friends considering they were always at each other's throats, always arguing about battle strategies, what was right and wrong, or accusing the other of spending more time with you. You still did your best to act as a mediator or to provide them with whatever type of support they needed, no questions asked.

And right now, they both needed you. More than ever.

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Standing in the middle of battleground, the retroact rain surrounds both of them and all of Geshu Lin's soldiers. If looks could kill, Jiyan would be dead on the spot with the way Geshu Lin glowers at him. Jiyan stands his ground, "This isn't right. There's something wrong with this rain. It would be wise to retreat unless you really want everyone to die here."

Geshu Lin's tongue runs across his teeth before speaking in a biting tone, "Last I checked, you were only a combat medic." He scoffs, speaking again with disdain, "If thousands of my men must die, then so be it. Now shut up and keep moving." Jiyan stands there as the general turns away, barking orders at his soldiers, rage and concern bubbling up inside of him.

They both promised you they would be safe, that they would return home to you unscathed. But with Geshu Lin's bullheaded pride, the chances of coming home to the girl they both loved in their own way seemed unlikely. Jiyan couldn't allow Geshu Lin to go through with this.

"General, listen to me", he calls out. Geshu Lin ignores him at first continuing on until Jiyan's next words make him stop dead in his tracks. "What about y/n...? We made her a promise. Do you truly intend to break it?", Jiyan's voice is sad, almost desperate. Desperate for his arrogant childhood friend to just listen to him for once.

Geshu Lin stands still for a few moments before partially turning back to face Jiyan with narrowed eyes. He can see the sincerity and concern in Jiyan's expression, making something twist inside of his chest. "Put aside your pride, Geshu... Stop this before there is no going back", he pleads with deep resolution.

Geshu Lin grits his teeth, fully turning to look at Jiyan. "I'm doing this because of y/n, not because you personally told me to retreat", he growls out. Relief washes over Jiyan's features, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

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You stand there pacing back and forth by the front window of your house, gnawing at your fingernails, worried as hell for the men you cared for so deeply. Only a few moments later do you hear their voices as they walk up the path towards your home, arguing with each other as usual.

You throw open your front door, running out to meet them with teary eyes and a smile that wobbles as you try not to cry tears of relief, "You're back! I was so worried I-" Jiyan pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing in your sweet scent.

"No need to worry anymore, I'm here...", he coos softly earning him a harsh glare from Geshu Lin. Geshu Lin pulls you from Jiyan's grasp and into his own embrace. "I'm here too", he speaks through gritted teeth, keeping his golden eyes narrowed at Jiyan who gives him an incredulous look in return.

You breathe out a laugh as Geshu Lin practically squeezes the life out of you, "I'm happy you're both here." You pull back slightly, only able to because Geshu Lin allows you. You look between the two of them with a little smile, "Let's not fight. We're all here together, so let's enjoy this moment." Geshu Lin grumbles and Jiyan gives a hint of a smile.

"Tell me what I can do to make you both happy", you speak, eyes flitting between the two pairs of intense golden eyes as you offer a solution like you always do. Geshu Lin's lips twitch up in a slight smirk which Jiyan catches, releasing a breath as he addresses him, "Be nice, Geshu..." You raise a brow and Geshu Lin's smirk widens as something glimmers in his dangerous gaze, "No promises."

With that, Geshu Lin scoops you up, making you yelp in surprise as he carries you over his shoulder, practically kicking your door down as he enters your home with Jiyan following behind.

Once inside, Geshu Lin sets you down on the bed unceremoniously which makes you laugh out of both surprise and amusement. Jiyan stands by the edge of your bed, watching Geshu Lin's every move, golden eyes flickering between the two of you.

Geshu Lin begins to peel of his clothes piece by piece with a smirk plastered on his fierce but handsome face. His toned muscles ripple in the soft light of your room, pale cock twitching against his abdomen. Jiyan follows suit, stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile on the floor.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in the sight of your two best friends bared before you. Their bodies are different yet similar, equally captivating and littered with old scars. Jiyan is the first to move, kneeling between your legs as his hands travel up your thighs, "You're going to be a good girl for us, yeah?"

You breathe out a small 'yes', to his words, making the corners of his lips curl up as he stands back up, both men looking down at you with a mix of danger and pleasure in their eyes. "Then strip", Geshu Lin chimes in with a sharp command as he slowly strokes his cock.

Your breath hitches at his command. Sure this wasn't anything new between the three of you, but only ever separately. You never thought you would be pleasing them both at the same time, but you would do absolutely anything for them. You strip off your tank top and bra, nipples hardening as the cool air of your room brushes over them.

Next comes your shorts, fingers fumbling the with button and zipper as you tug them down your legs along with your panties, exposing yourself fully to your friends' hungry grazes. You watch as they exchange a glace, their silent communication passing through them as though they've finally agreed on something for once.

Their eyes linger on your body as if committing every inch of you to memory. They both approach with predatory grace, Geshu Lin stands close to your face and Jiyan stands in front of your spread legs. Geshu Lin takes your chin in his free hand, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Here's how this is gonna work, doll. You're gonna lay back and put your head over the side of the bed so I can fuck that pretty mouth of yours", his voice steady and commanding.

He nods his head towards Jiyan, "And Jiyan here is gonna play with that pussy." "But don't you even think about cumming until I give you permission to do so", he growls out.

All you can do is nod before you lay back, positioning yourself in the way Geshu Lin told you to. Your head hangs off the side of the bed, Geshu Lin's cock throbbing in front of you as Jiyan crouches between your legs once more, licking his lips at the sight of your twitching hole.

Jiyan's fingers trace over your folds, spreading them as he exposes your wetness. Two fingers tease your entrance, watching intently as your juices glisten in the soft light and make his digits slick.

A soft gasp has your lips parting, allowing Geshu Lin to angle his cock into your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips when he pushes past your soft lips and stretches your mouth open.

The sudden intrusion makes you clench around nothing as Geshu Lin's taste floods your senses. A garbled moan rises from your throat as you feel Jiyan's fingers press against your wet entrance, teasing you before pushing inside. The dual sensations make your body quiver with need and lust.

Each noise you make sends shockwaves of pleasure through Geshu Lin's cock, making him thrust a little deeper. He reaches down, squeezing your breasts in his hands as if using them to anchor himself to you. "Fuuuck... That's right, doll. Take my cock", he moans as he forces his length deeper down your throat, making you choke slightly.

Jiyan's fingers continue to pump into you, his own cock throbbing with need when he feels you clench around his soaked digits, desperate for something bigger to fill you up. His thumb finds your swollen clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub.

When Jiyan's finger curl up against your spongy, sweet spot, your back arches up, pushing your chest further into Geshu Lin's grasp. Geshu Lin releases one of your breasts only for his palm to crack down against it, making you let out a choked cry around his cock.

"You better hold off that orgasm, doll. I haven't finished yet", he growls. Jiyan chuckles as you writhe against the sheets, fingers continuously curling up inside of you. "Aww, having a tough time, love?", he coos teasingly, relishing in the way your body aches for more.

You try to speak, to beg them to allow you to cum, but all that comes out are muffled whimpers around Geshu Lin's throbbing cock. You squirm again, helpless against Jiyan's expert fingers, feeling as though your body is on fire. With a snarling growl, Geshu Lin pulls out of your mouth as you gasp for air, "Fuck it. Get on your hands and knees. I'd rather cum in your ass instead."

Jiyan's eyes snap up to his at his sudden change of mind, but pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss. Jiyan slides onto the bed, leaning back against your headboard as he beckons you towards him, cock twitching and leaking against his stomach, "Why don't you come up here and ride my cock, love?"

Geshu Lin gives him a sharp glare as he interferes with his plans. As you sit up, you look between the two men, one with a playful smirk on his lips as he pats his lap invitingly and the other has a dangerous look in his eyes that dares you to go against him. Geshu Lin scoffs when you crawl over to Jiyan, straddling his lap instead of following his orders.

Jiyan's smirk widens at your choice as he looks up at Geshu Lin, "Uh oh, seems she might have a favorite~" Geshu Lin snarls at his teasing words, but his eyes can't tear away from watching as you sink down on Jiyan's thick cock with a shuddering moan. Jiyan lets out his own breathy groan, eyes fluttering and head lolling back as he bottoms out inside of you.

Geshu Lin's own cock aches and leaks, still desperate to finish what he started. He climbs into the bed, positioning himself behind you. He grabs your hair, twisting it in his fist as he tugs your head back, "I'm not gonna let you two have all the fun."

He presses a searing kiss to your lips before releasing you as Jiyan's hands slide up your waist, pulling you to lean forward against him. With this new angle, Geshu Lin can see the girth of Jiyan's cock stretching out your cunt and your little asshole twitching in anticipation.

Finally, a little smirk plays on his lips as he lines up his tip with your smaller hole, spitting on it and watching as his saliva drips down towards Jiyan's cock. You suck in a breath when you feel it push and tease against the small ring of muscle.

Jiyan licks up your neck, nipping at your pulse point before pressing a soft kiss in the same spot. His breath ghosts against your slick skin as he teases you, "Relax... You can take it, can't you?"

You bite your bottom lip and nod, making the corners of his lips curl up as his eyes lock with Geshu Lin's in a silent confirmation before pressing another kiss to your neck, "Good girl." You let out a sharp cry as Geshu Lin pushing his cock into your ass the same time that Jiyan thrusts up into your wet cunt.

Geshu Lin hisses as your tight muscles throttle his length, "Fucking relax... Shit...." You feel so incredibly full having both of them inside of you at once, the sensation is utterly overwhelming. You try to hard to relax despite the insane stretch in both of your holes as your body struggles to accommodate them.

Jiyan reaches down, playing with you clit to help ease the pressure. "You're our good girl, aren't you, love..." You relax a little, your breasts squished against his broad chest as you whimper.

Jiyan's eyes flit back to Geshu Lin's with a nod. With zero warning, both men begin to thrust into you holes, making you gasp and moan so beautifully for them.

Both men let out husky groans, eyes rolling back as their cocks rub against each others through the thin layer of skin that separates them. The extra pressure and stimulation sends them reeling as they begin a steady, but brutal rhythm.

Jiyan's cock hits the deepest parts of you, pressing up against your cervix with each deep thrust, while Geshu Lin's cock pushes deep into your unexplored depths.

Tears spring in your eyes from both pleasure and pain. Jiyan continues to rub your clit furiously, bringing back that familiar heat that coils up inside of you as they ravish your holes.

Geshu Lin grips your jaw, tilting your head back as he kisses you with a heated and possessive passion. His tongue pushes and moves against yours as his grip tightens and his hips buck forward erratically.

Watching his friends kiss each other sloppily sparks a possessive and jealous flame within Jiyan. Wanting to bring your attention back to him, he grips your hips and thrusts up especially hard, smirking when you gasp against his friend's lips.

Geshu Lin rolls his eyes as he pulls away from your lips, but moves his hand down to your throat, squeezing lightly. "You're pathetic, you know that?", he scoffs.

You can't tell if that comment was meant for you or for Jiyan but the degradation of his words has you clenching down on both their cocks, making them moan.

Jiyan rubs your clit faster as he spurs on your impending orgasm, "Come on, baby. Cum for us." Your eyes flutter and Geshu Lin applies more pressure to your throat as he whispers harshly in your ear, "I wanna feel you squeeze my cock again. Bet you like being fucked in the ass, huh, doll?"

You whimper, wanting to protest but that would be a fucking lie. It doesn't take long for the coil inside of you to snap as your juices gush all over Jiyan's cock. Both holes milk their cocks for all they're worth as they both shudder and groan, releases load after load of sticky, hot cum inside of you.

Their cocks throb and twitch as they begin to soften inside of you. With another shared look between them, they pull out of you at the same time, making you mewl from overstimulation. Their golden eyes lock onto your holes as their cum drips and and dribbles down your thighs and onto the sheets below.

"Goddamn...", Geshu Lin rasps at the sight. Jiyan feels his spent cock twitch again, arousal pooling in his belly once more. You collapse against Jiyan as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. Geshu Lin sits down beside him and puts his fingers under your chin, making you look to him.

"Give me a kiss", Geshu Lin's voice is softer now, but still holds that commanding edge. You lean towards him, pressing your lips to his gently. He sighs into the kiss, feeling all the tension release from his body. When you pull back, Jiyan redirects your gaze to him, pointing to his own lips with a slight teasing smile, "Me too, love."

You smile a little at both of their antics, but lean forward, kissing him just as softly. Jiyan smiles against your lips before you pull back. Looking between the two of them, your closest friends since childhood, you feel your heart ache with love in your chest.

Leaning forward, you embrace both of them, catching them off guard, "I love you both. I'm glad you're here with me." The sentiment makes them swell with emotions they would rather keep under wraps, but they both love you. They truly do. Always have.

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a/n: whew it got a lil emotional at the end there🥲

[atomicfoxx]

Ice Daddy Ice Daddy Ice Daddy 🧊

[stardustlin]

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw: lactation kink (breastfeeding), reader! breastfeeds miguel, breast-sucking, nsfw 18+, smut; no plot

a/n: this was requested so, if you don’t like this js skip or block me :3

as you removed your apron, revealing your beautiful curves and plump breasts, miguel’s breath caught in his throat. the sight of you was undeniably alluring, and desire welled up within him. he couldn't resist the pull any longer, his hands gliding over your bare skin as he pulled you closer. his lips found their way to the sensitive skin of your neck, peppering it with soft kisses.

“you’re irresistible," he whispered huskily, his voice filled with desire. "every curve, every part of you... drives me wild." his hands traced teasing patterns along your waist, caressing the softness of your skin. "you are the most enticing sight in this kitchen, my love." miguel chuckled softly against your skin, his touch growing bolder as he let his hands roam over your body. his voice was laced with a playful yet seductive tone. “you’re always so kinky,” you giggled as you leaned into his hungry touches.

“oh, you have no idea how kinky i can be. i’m just waiting for the right moment to show you." he moved one hand up to cup your breast, teasingly running his thumb over the hardened nipple. his lips resumed their exploration along your neck, his touch becoming more urgent with each passing moment. miguel’s movements were swift and confident as he carried you effortlessly to the bed. a hunger burned within him as he lowered your top, exposing your breasts and the sweet milk that awaited him.

his lips found their way to your exposed flesh, his mouth latching onto your nipple. he suckled gently, savoring the taste of your milk, his tongue lapping and swirling around it. a deep moan rumbled from his throat as he enjoyed the intimate connection between you, the mixture of pleasure and nourishment filling his senses. he nursed eagerly, his touch and suckling becoming more intense, his desire to please you growing with every passing second.

“oh god," he murmured with urgency, his voice muffled against your breast. "you taste so delicious. i can't get enough of you." you squirmed under his hold as he continued to suckled on your breasts. you could feel the tug from his lips as he slurped up your sweet milk and with the flick of tongue, lapped up the milk that threatened to spill from your breasts. “oh—miguel, that feels so fucking good..” your breath hitches and your body shudders as he continues his assault on your breasts.

miguel’s desire intensified as he heard your moans of pleasure and felt your squirming beneath his touch. it fueled his own arousal, his passion for you growing with every passing moment. his free hand roamed across your body, teasing and caressing your curves, heightening your pleasure. his lips trailed a path of kisses and nibbles from your breasts to your neck, his warm breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine.

he released your breast with a gentle pop, his lips and chin glistening with traces of milk. he gazed into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of longing and adoration. “you are exquisite, mi reina," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. "and i want to show you just how much you mean to me."

a/n: shiver me timbers omg i can’t believe i wrote this omg 😏

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @meeom

[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

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