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mustainegf · 4 months

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Can you do a 96' James smut pliss where he takes you to his land in the countryside on vacation and then, you know...?? please I beg you😭🙏

Awww this is so cute, and I actually had a similar idea to this so I meshed the 2 a bit, hope you guys like it!!

James had been meticulously planning this trip for weeks, but he refused to share any details, insisting it would be a surprise. While I adored surprises, the anticipation was almost unbearable.

Finally, the day arrived. We packed his car with everything we’d need for a week away. The drive, though long, was beautiful, winding through lush green hills and dense forests. As we left the city behind, my excitement grew.

We finally reached a secluded cabin nestled in a clearing surrounded by towering trees. It was quaint and rustic, with a charming porch and a stone chimney. James turned to me with a broad smile.

“This is that little spot I’ve always told you about,” he said, his eyes excited.

Inside, the cabin was just as charming. Cozy, with a stone fireplace, a plush couch, and a small kitchen. A loft bedroom with a large, inviting bed covered in a fluffy white duvet added to the dreamy ambiance. It felt like the perfect escape.

James led me out to the back porch, revealing a small hot tub and a breathtaking view of the surrounding forest. The air was crisp and fresh; it couldn’t get any more perfect.

“This is incredible, James,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you.”

He hugged me tightly, kissing the top of my head. “Anything for you, honey. I just want us to relax and enjoy each other this week.”

We spent the afternoon exploring the property, discovering a small stream nearby. We walked along its banks, skipping stones and talking about everything and nothing. James held my hand the entire time, and I felt closer to him than ever.

As the sun began to set, we headed back to the cabin. James started a fire in the fireplace, and we settled on the couch with a bottle of wine. The firelight danced across his face, making his eyes shine orange. We talked for hours, sipping wine and nuzzling close.

Eventually, the conversation turned more intimate. James looked at me with a heated gaze, his hand gently caressing my thigh.

“You know,” he said in a low, husky voice, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

A thrill ran through me. “Is that so?” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his hand moving higher up my thigh. “I’ve been thinking about how much I want you, how much I need you.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and I could feel my body responding to him. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of wine on his lips was intoxicating, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth.

James responded eagerly, his hands roaming my body. He pulled me closer, and I straddled his lap, feeling the heat of his desire pressed against me. His hands slid under my shirt, caressing my bare skin, and I moaned into his mouth.

“James…” I whispered, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “I need you.”

His eyes darkened with lust, and he stood up, lifting me effortlessly in his arms. He carried me up the stairs to the loft bedroom, placing me gently on the bed.

“God, I love having you all to myself.”

He stood over me, looking down with a predatory gaze that sent a wave of arousal through me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He began undressing me slowly, his hands and lips worshipping every inch of exposed skin. I writhed beneath him, my need for him growing with every passing moment.

Finally, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together. Being with James like this was always perfect.

He kissed me deeply, his hands exploring my curves, and I moaned into his mouth, my body aching for him.

“Please, James,” I begged, my voice trembling with desire. “I need you inside me.”

James smirked, a strand of his short hair falling in his face. He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly entered me.

“Fuckkkk” I groaned, gripping his thick shoulders as I felt every detail of him inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I gasped, holding him tight. He filled me completely, making me feel whole.

James began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. I could feel every inch of him, and it was breathtaking. The pleasure built with each movement, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Oh, James,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back. “Yes, just like that.”

He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and demanding. The bed creaked beneath us, and the sound of our bodies coming together filled the room. James’s breath was hot against my ear as he whispered dirty, sexy words that drove me wild.

“You’re so tight,” he growled. “Soaking for me, huh? You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body arching in pleasure. “I love it. Don’t stop, Jamie!”

He pumped into me harder, rough and intense. The feeling was almost too much, and I felt myself teetering on the edge.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough and possessive. “All mine.”

“Yes, James,” I cried out, my body trembling with the feeling of him stretching me so wide. “I’m yours.”

He slowed down, his movements becoming more sensual and controlled. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as he continued with a steady rhythm. The change in pace was teasing, so perfect.

“I love how you feel,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re perfect.”

His hands roamed my body, squeezing and caressing, driving me insane.

“James, please,” I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. “I need more.”

He responded by lifting my legs higher, angling his thrusts to hit deeper, more sensitive spots inside me.

“Yes, right there Jamie!” I gasped. “Don’t stop, please.”

James’s movements became more frenzied, his breath ragged. The bed rocked beneath us, and I could feel the tension building within me, coiling tighter and tighter.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard,” he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. “I want to feel you cum all over my dick.”

His words pushed me, and I cried out his name as the orgasm tore through me. My body convulsed with pleasure, my nails scraping into his back as I held on for dear life. James continued to move, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.

He followed moments later, spurting hot cum inside me. He groaned my name, his body tensing as he released.

We lay there, tangled, our bodies sticky with sweat. The fire in the fireplace had burned low, casting a warm glow over the room. James held me close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice tender.

“I love you too, Hetfield” I replied, my heart swelling.

“I love you more, Mrs Hetfield” he joked, pulling out and kissing my cheek.

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brittanymoura · 1 year

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nervous

azriel x reader

summary: inspired by Nervous (The Ooh Song) by Gavin James & Mark McCabe

word count: 2k

warnings: angst, war

a/n: Part two can be found here: All My Heart (part ii) Enjoy!

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“Azriel!” You squealed, high-pitched and shrill. A breathy laugh escaped your throat as you hung, bent at the waist, over the Shadowsinger’s left shoulder. Your hands found purchase amongst his lower back as you pushed yourself further upright. “Where are we going?”

He did not deign to respond, breathing out a low chuckle instead. The sound ricocheted down your spine and your skin prickled with anticipation. A swift smack landed on your rear and you let out a small yelp of shock before falling back into another fit of laughter.

Azriel had made a habit of this over the last few months you’d known him. You had met him back in summer, when a few young Windhaven soldiers had come to your neighboring camp. The moment you had met his piercing hazel eyes you knew you were well and truly fucked. In that moment, you swore you would follow him anywhere. It was a thought that frightened you for a brief minute. Then, this gorgeous male opened his mouth and his voice poured out like warm honey, rich and soothing. You found that all semblance of fear had bled away into complete contentment. And he had spent every free moment with you since.

On most days now you could count on him showing up in the evening when the sun began to sink below the horizon, having slipped away after a long day of training. He’d scoop you up and haul you off to some forest picnic or mountainside view where you’d spend the night cuddled against him to escape the harsh winter chill, wings just barely touching, laughing and kissing without a care in the world.

Azriel set you down, feet touching the snow-covered ground, on a cliff side you had come to know well and his shadows dispersed through the tree line, keeping an ever-watchful eye on things. A few logs remained piled up in front of a large fallen tree, the remnants of the last small fire you had made just a few nights ago. A small smile pulled at your lips as you glanced over at him. He sat atop the log, wings held wide open behind him to block the winter wind as he cast an expectant look in your direction, preening as he watched your eyes rake over the massive sprawl of them. Rolling your eyes playfully, you made your way over the the logs, grabbing the matches from his grip as you passed by.

You crouched down before the log pile, casting your wings open as well in an attempt to stop any stray wind blowing in the opposite direction and not allowing yourself to glance up at the male before you. You could feel his lingering gaze on you and were grateful for the distraction that lighting the fire had given you, hoping it would allow for the calming of your racing heart. Despite spending months now in his close company, you never failed to feel nervous around him. Every moment you spent with him had your palms sweating, chest aching and your stomach tied in knots. Even now, you were practically shivering and shaking at the knees.

Finally, the fire began to crackle before you. You took a deep breath, a sorry attempt to slow your heartbeat to a healthy rhythm and looked back up at him. His lingering gaze was as intense as it always was and his mouth was turned upward in small, knowing smirk. That bastard, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Gliding over to him, you placed yourself between his parted knees and his hands came up to grip your hips as he looked up at you. You placed one hand on his shoulder, allowing the other hand to move slowly upward and brush back a loose lock of hair that had hung low over his forehead. His eyes fluttered shut at the gentle touch, his fingers flexing at your sides and he leaned forward, placing his chin upon your navel and breathing out a small sigh of contentment. His arms looped around your waist, pulling you closer to him and he buried his face in your stomach. Suddenly you caught a small mumbling sound and you let out a short laugh, “I can’t hear you.”

Azriel pulled back, his head tilting back to look up at you again with bright eyes, “I said, I missed you.” You smiled down at him, a large grin taking over your face, and you cupped both his cheeks between your small hands. You leaned down, pressing a small kiss to his forehead and murmured against his skin, “I missed you too.”

You moved over to sit beside him as the warmth from both the fire and his touch spread through you. Your cheeks were stained a bright red. Though whether it was from the frigid nighttime air or Azriel lavishing you in attention you could not be certain. “How was training today?”

He let out a long sigh, staring into the flames as his brows pinched together. “Training was rough today, more strenuous than usual. There have been whispers of war on the horizon, human rebellions against their slavers.” You felt a shiver travel down your spine, the images of blood and death flashing behind your eyelids as you allowed your head to tilt sideways resting upon his shoulder. Reaching out you grasped his hand in yours, happy that he no longer flinched away from the contact as he once had, and set them on your thigh. He gave your hand a small squeeze.

“Do you think the rumors are true? Do you believe war is coming?” Your voice was small, barely a whisper on the wind. He heard you all the same. He turned his head to face you, and caught your lips in a light kiss.

“Yes,” he replied and gave your hand another squeeze, harder this time. You squeezed back in acknowledgment of what you both knew to be true, but would never speak aloud. Your time together was limited.

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The alarm sounds rang out across the camp as hundreds of Illyrians emerged from their tents and cabins. Mothers, sisters and wives were frantically searching for their family members, helping to strap leathers and blades to them as quickly as they could. The time for war had come.

Dread pooled low in your stomach as you watched your brother don his fighting leathers. He sheathed a dagger to each thigh and slid his sword into place against his back. He took one last look at you and you gave him a small nod, lips pressed firmly together to keep yourself from begging him to stay. His gaze slid to your mother and he reached out to run the back of his fingers over her cheek. Then, without speaking a word, he turned his back to you and walked away.

You turned to your mother and could see the tears gathering along her lower lashes. But as any good Illyrian wife or mother or sister was meant to do in times of war, she did not allow them to fall. In the blink of an eye, she took a breath, pushed her shoulders back and steeled herself against the onslaught of sadness. A look of understanding passed between you two and she headed back for your home.

You heard a thud behind you and knew who it was before you even turned. You stood frozen, your back to him and your shoulders hunched over. You body was pulled taut. How can I possibly look him in the eye? How can I stand here before him and fight every urge I have telling me to fall to my knees and beg him to stay?

“Y/N. Please look at me.” His voice was a quiet whisper behind you and you felt his hand grip your shoulder, pulling your body around to face him. You only met his sorrowful eyes for a moment, before he was pulling you against his chest tightly. Azriel buried his face in your hair and allowed his eyes to fall shut, breathing in the scent of you.

You stood like this for a few moments, basking in the feeling of safety that being wrapped up in one another provided each of you. Slowly, gently, his hands grabbed onto your upper arms and pulled you back from him. His eyes raked over your face as yours did his. Desperately trying to memorize every detail of the look and feel of each other.

Another loud blaring horn sounded off in the distance. The final call to arms. He looked into your eyes for the last time and opened his mouth to speak. “I lo-”

You quickly brought a hand to his mouth and shook your head, blinking rapidly to hold back your tears. You felt his mouth shut behind your palm and you pulled your hand away. His own came up to tangle in your hair and he pulled you back to him, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, one that he desperately hoped conveyed all the feelings he no longer had the time to say. You pulled away from him, pressing one more small, soft kiss to his lips and stepped back out of his hold. Your eyes met his again and he knew you understood. Then, without speaking a word, he too turned his back to you and walked away.

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Years had come and gone. He couldn’t believe it had been that long, that so much time had passed him by. The war was lengthy and many did not make it home. He considered himself amongst the lucky ones to know he and his brothers still drew breath in this world.

He landed roughly in the snow and glanced around the desolate wasteland before him. It was all that remained of your camp. A few families who braved the harshness of the Steppes together but little else was left. He took tentative steps towards your home, praying that your smiling face would greet him as you always had. He wanted to throw you over his shoulder again and fly you off to Velaris, his home now, where he could keep you safe, and finally speak those words he longed to utter all those years ago.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door to the small cabin, but did not hear any noise from within. Raising his hand to the glass window, he attempted to peer inside.

“You won’t find anyone in there,” a voice rang out behind him. He whirled around and his gaze fell upon a young female who was looking at him with distrustful eyes. “You’re looking for Y/N, yes?” He nodded his head in response, shoving his hands into his pockets and tucking his wings in tight.

The female narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion but continued on, “you won’t find her here. Her brother died in the war and her mother shortly after. When things started going south around here, the camp lord made some changes. Since she had no family left here, she was sent somewhere else, married most likely. But I can’t tell you where. None of us who remain here, know.”

Azriel startled at the news, reeling back in horror. Panic began to overwhelm his senses and his shadows gathered around him in a flurry. You could be anywhere in the world, how would he possibly find you now. He felt as though the world was beginning to crash down around him at the thought of you being married off to gods knows who and sent to gods knows where. With no further thought he allowed his shadows to carry him off into the night, sadness overtaking him.

Unknowingly, his shadows had carried him to that little mountain side cliff. The large tree still sat toppled over before a small pit of charred Earth. The air was still around him, the night completely silent, like moment frozen in time.

Azriel sank down onto the log and allowed his head to fall into his hands. He had lost you. The greatest joy in his life, and he had let it slip through his fingers like sand. The winter wind whipped around him and he realized it was infinitely colder on his own.

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses

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the-really-lonely-mountain · 4 months

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Along for the ride, to Erebor - Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. This is the second installment, so we are following the second movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling deeper in love with Kili on the way! This is the second part for the second movie.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too graphic but i certianly wouldn't want to be caught reading it, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it, tags tbd tbh lol

Word Count: 4,758

A/N: OMG!! I graduated! I got a job! I finally edited this part! I'm so tired y'all, I'm writing this author note at like midnight lol. ~AnywhoOOo~ I hope you enjoy! let me know if you'd like to join the tag list to be directly notified of chapter updates! <3

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You woke to the usual clanging of pots and pans as breakfast was being cooked. Kili’s hand was still on your waist and his arm was still your pillow, though you were sure it’d gone numb in the night. You gently placed your hand on his cheek and gently ran your thumb over his delicate cheek bone. He looked so handsome sleeping softly beside you, it made you smile like a giddy little girl. You regretted having to softly remove yourself from him, but you had to start packing your things and getting ready for the day, which was so much easier now that you didn’t have to worry about your hair. When you were finished and your bag was neatly packed, you tenderly woke Kili up.

He stretched then his eyes popped open, “Good morning!”, he sat up energized and ready to conquer the day.

“Good morning!” You replied with a kind smile, ever impressed by his liveliness in the mornings, “Start packing, Bombur’s almost finished breakfast.”

He shuffled about beside you while you worked on the final half of your bracelet, waiting for breakfast.

The porridge was the usual white sludge meant for nutrients, not flavor. You rinsed the dishes in the river with Kili’s animated storytelling as you usually did after meals. Thorin had the company moving out when you returned.

The day’s walk was very scenic, mostly idyllic forests with little rivers, where the lighting truly brought it all together. You walked between Kili and Fili so they could give you the basic run-down of sword handling and bowmanship.

By the end of midday, the company was on the border of the forest and a field. Thorin decided to make camp there and told Gloin to make the fire while Nori, Bifur, and Oin set traps in the forest to restock the reserves or something, you weren’t listening, too focused on Kili’s hand in yours as he led you somewhere.

The extra sparkle in his gorgeous brown eyes told you he was very excited to teach you about archery. As the resident Archer, no one (his brother) could compete for your attention by correcting him. He was also excited to watch you use his bow and his arrows; an honor bestowed upon an extremely select group.

Kili was very protective of his bows, not just because of the time it takes to make such an incredibly valuable weapon, but because one time in his youth he worked for weeks carving a brand-new bow from solid wood, making the string by hand, and engraving runic talismans into the handle. He worked very hard on that bow; Only to have one of his snot-nosed neighbors snatch it from him while they were playing and accidentally snap it in half after a misstep. Kili was furious, absolutely inconsolable. Fili had to drag him from the scene of the crime to the forest behind their family house, so he didn’t hunt the kid down and destroy him. He didn’t say anything to Fili, just cursed and milled about the clearing in frustration. At first, his brother didn’t know what he was doing, concerned he was setting a malicious trap for the offending child (such a spiteful trap was almost sprung after another incident of the same nature); but as Fili silently watched, out of arm’s punching reach of course, he realized his brother was just looking for a piece of wood to make a new bow. Fili built a fire to keep the chill of the setting sun at bay, not wanting to abandon his brother to the coming night. He watched the younger mumble curses in dwarfish as he whittled the wood seemingly in his own little world. Kili hadn’t really taken notice of the fire his brother built despite using its light and occasionally throwing more wood on absentmindedly while he stayed up all night to make the string and engrave the handle. Their mother, Dis, saw them through the window in the back door in the middle of the night. Fili was sitting on the ground, relaxed, leaning against a tree while he watched his brother on the other side of the blazing fire, Kili was sitting on a rock hunched over his bow as it came together. Dis knew from that moment Fili would always look after his little brother, or at the very least try his best. The craftsmanship of the bow he made that night was nowhere near his previous bow, but it could still shoot the straightest arrow in the village. It would do till he grew again and needed a bigger one.

Kili brought you a few yards away from the camp, out of ear shot but not out of sight. After the crash course in archery during the day’s walk, you were as prepared as you could be. Kili carved a target into the trunk of a tree with his dagger, not worried about losing misfired arrows in the underbrush because the fletching on the end of all his arrows were bright yellow.

He situated you both at a reasonable distance from the target and demonstrated again how to place your fingers on the string and what position to be in when you pull the string back. When he handed you the bow you were not expecting it to be as heavy as it was. Without an arrow, you tried to pull the string back like he showed but you couldn’t move it. You looked at Kili.

“Just pull it back Y/N.” He encouraged, with a proud little smile on his face.

“I am, Kee,” you said still straining to pull it. It wouldn’t budge. He thought for a moment, trying to figure out what could be wrong—Ah! He got it!

“Here, let me help.” He came up and stood behind you. “The draw weight for my bow must be too high for you,” he said into your ear in a low hushed tone while he got into position. He shuffled his legs behind yours and placed his hand below yours on the handle and his fingers above and below your slimmer, softer ones on the string. They were much stronger and much thicker than yours. Two of your fingers were the same width as one of his, a thought that quickly had you blushing. The irresistible mental image of moaning out for him while being deliciously stretched around his capable digits as he cooed praises, was nearly too much. You thanked God he was behind you and therefore couldn’t see your bright red face.

He let you do most of the work pulling the bowstring to allow you to get a feel for the mechanics and amount of potential energy the movement created.

“And…” he made sure you were ready, “Release.”

You both let go of the string at the same time.

“Perfect! Now let’s try it with an arrow” He got one from the quiver on his back and handed it to you.

You nocked the arrow like he taught you then got into position. He helped you pull the string back like before, allowing you to control the aim.

“Ready…” You said to him this time, “Release!”

The arrow flew across the field and landed smack in the middle of the bullseye!

“No way,” Kili said in complete disbelief. You both went over to inspect the target. Sure enough, the arrow was deep in the carved circle of the tree.

“That’s amazing Y/N!” He turned to you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen. You were as happy as him, jumping up and down excitedly.

“I want to try again!” You walked over to your previous spot and lined yourself up, waiting for him to join you. He chuckled at your enthusiasm and grabbed another arrow on the way over. You repeated the process like a practiced dance, enjoying more than anything that he was your partner. He allowed you to aim again, but this time the arrow didn’t hit its mark or the tree at all; It planted itself firmly into the leaf-covered underbrush.

“Awe,” you pouted, “I rushed, next time I’ll take my time.” You grabbed another arrow from his quiver, accidentally getting your face in his. For a moment, you could feel the heat of his lips and his breath tumbling over onto your own in a near ragged pant.

When you backed away you both politely laughed it off, though you could have sworn he leaned closer to you in that brief moment.

You shot all the arrows he had in his quiver. A handful hit the target, and a few even got close to the bullseye, but none hit the center like the first. Being a good coach, he encouraged and teased when the time was right.

Once again in your own little world, it was like nothing mattered except him. His radiant smile, his contagious laughter, his excitability; it was all consuming. As the day wore on, your arms got tired, and you were ready for a break. You helped him collect the arrows in and around the tree, so he could show off for a bit like boys do for pretty girls. He did trick shots and action shots and even pinned the pinecone you threw for him to the tree. His skills were very impressive. Your return to the camp was met with impressed exclamations.

“Was that a bullseye on the first shot?!” Bofur asked, having seen the miracle even from the other side of the camp.

“Aye!” You said excitedly, proud of your accomplishment. You didn’t even realize that you were beginning to use their dialect.

“Good job lass!” Oin said, along with the others happily celebrating with you.

After all that working out, you were hungry for a snack. You rummaged through your bag in search of the grapes you had foraged with Bilbo the day before. They weren’t in your bag where you left them, carefully wrapped in your old T-shirt.

‘They couldn’t have fallen out’ you thought as you scanned the camp for the thief, already having an idea of the culprit. You stopped when your eyes fell on Kili across the camp, leaning against a tree with a shit-eating grin as he popped a grape into his mouth.

You were livid. It was a total invasion of your only private property: your bag, and you felt extremely violated.

You couldn’t say anything to the offending dwarf or even look at him in fear of your rage exploding onto him. The camp fell silent as you walked to Kili, your anger evident from your expression.

That feeling in Kili’s chest sunk to his boots when he saw how angry you were; he knew he’d gone too far. You snatched the grapes from his hand and walked (stomped) into the field beyond the camp.

“Y/N wait—” he tried to follow you into the field.

“NOT NOW KILI” you snapped at him over your shoulder in a tone he didn’t quite think you were capable of. He stopped in his tracks at your tone, the same one his mother used when she was very cross with him. The other members of the company who heard the commotion snickered at Kili’s self-inflicted misfortune.

You sat in the field, soaking up the sunshine and eating your grapes while you calmed down. Kili moped around camp like an abandoned puppy; it was quite a pitiful sight.

When you finished your snack, you took a few deep breaths to get the anger from your system and allow your thoughts to come together to properly explain to Kili why you were so mad. The youngest Durin hesitantly joined you in the field when he saw you were done with your grapes, his footfalls crunching the grass beneath him alerting you to his presence. He sat next to you clearly a little nervous by how he picked at the grass.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the ground. “It was just supposed to be a joke, honest,”

“Joke or not, Kili Durin, you shouldn’t have gone through my stuff!” You wanted to make sure he understood how unhappy his actions made you. He cringed at his full name. “You violated the only sliver of privacy I have out here!”

“Sorry, Y/N,” he said in a regretful voice you’d never heard from him before. “I shouldn’t have gone through your bag.”

You sighed and looked over at him. “I forgive you Kili,” You took another deep breath, satisfied he’d learned his lesson, “Just don’t do it again, ok?”

He smiled, happy to be back on good terms with you, “I won’t, I promise”. You smiled too, his infectious charm melting what little remained of your anger. You leaned in for a hug, knowing you both needed physical reassurance.

He sat with you in the field for a while, content to stay in comfortable silence. You’d been eyeing a beautiful patch of flowers a few feet away since you’d sat down. You shifted so you were laying on your stomach to get a closer look at their vibrant hues and decided you wanted to use them, but how? Kili moved next to you, mirroring our position, to see what you were looking at. Then inspiration struck.

“I’ll braid them into your hair!” You said excitedly. He gave you a look of surprised confusion.

“What?! No!” he was immediately against the idea and even backed away from you as if you’d jump on him any second like his brother might, “Why don’t I put them in your hair instead? They’d look much better on you.” He desperately tried to come up with a reason to avoid the inevitable onslaught of mocking he’d have to endure if he agreed to your plan.

You brought yourself to a kneel so you could look him dead in the eyes with a blank expression, “Pussy,” you simply said.

He scoffed and got all huffy and puffy, “I am not a pussy!” He said defensively, his cute accent got thicker when he was flustered, it made it so hard to take him seriously, “I just think the flowers would make you even more beautiful than you already are.”

You blushed deeply at his words and looked away from his charming little smile to keep your thoughts from your more baser mindset and to think over his offer. He started twirling the end of one of the braids he’d done the night before between his fingers. It was a sweet and absentminded motion, to which you relented with a sigh, “Alright, but you have to teach me how to use a sword after.”

“Deal!” He gave a hearty nod. You got your hair stuff from your bag and your bracelet to work on and hopefully finish while Kili did your hair. You picked the prettiest flowers and put them in the extra fabric of your shirt like a delicate basket. He dragged over a stone to sit on and got to work undoing the braids and brushing your hair out.

You didn’t realize how tight he’d made the braids till the tension was released from your scalp. You sighed in pleasured relief as he moved your hair around with the brush. That sound immediately pricked his ears.

“Does that feel good, princess?” He looked down at you and smiled as he massaged the sore parts of your head. You were too lost in the feeling his skilled hands were creating to hear his pet name.

Once he massaged the soreness away, he parted your hair and began braiding. Kili had a vision of what he wanted to do to your hair. He wanted a thick band like a crown around the top of your head and four small thin braids scattered across the rest of your loose unbraided hair.

You were on an entirely different plane of existence. You felt so calm and relaxed and taken care of with his undivided attention, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. His tranquil voice when he asked for a flower every now and then was the only thing you could hear.

When Kili was putting on the finishing touches, Fili came and joined you in the field to see what you both were doing, sadly breaking you from your lovely state of mind.

“Kili wouldn’t let me put flowers in his hair.” You pouted after the older brother inquired about your change in hairstyle.

“Even after he rummaged through your bag!” Fili feigned offense on your behalf with a smirk as he laid on his side in front of you both propped up on his elbow.

“Shut up, Fili” Kili huffed, ashamed of his previous actions, as he carded his fingers through your loose hair to make sure it was laying properly.

“Awe, Kiwi’s embawwassed,” you said in a baby-talk voice, making you and Fili laugh a little.

Kili stopped combing his fingers through your hair and tangled them in the loose hair at the back of your head. He pulled your head down to make you look up at him looming over you. He was about to say something, but the inadvertent dominating gesture caused an involuntary moan to slip past your lips, stalling any thoughts he tried to voice.

You were both stuck in that trance for just a moment, yet it took an eternity to pass. He was unable to look away from your pleasure pinched eyebrows and slightly parted panting lips. You were captivated by his handsome blushing features and the fire in his eyes. You wanted so desperately to kiss him, to meet his lips in heated passion.

“Good gods you two,” Fili rolled his eyes. His sudden interruption snapped Kili back to reality so he could release your hair. “Get a room,” Fili finished his statement.

“Shut up, Fili,” you both said in unison with faces equally ablaze and eyes cast anywhere but at each other. The elder just looked at you two and laughed to himself, he knew at that moment you were both madly in love.

“Here’s your brush, Y/N.” Kili handed it to you, wanting to change the subject.

“Yes, thank you” You took it from him and hastily returned it to your bag then met Kili back in the field for sword training. His brother was still there passively observing (waiting till he had to step in to correct the younger as this was not Kili’s area of expertise).

Bilbo allowed you to borrow his sword so you could get an idea of what a properly fitted one felt like without your wrists being torn to shreds by the other much heavier swords of the company. Kili walked you through basic moves and positions to teach you how to make your weapon like an extension of your own body. When he tried to speed up the movements and have you come at him in mock battle, you faltered and messed up the arrangement of poses.

When this happened, Fili of course would step in with a simplified version to help you. Before long, you had an audience, and the watchful eyes and extensive fighting prowess of Thorin and Dwalin. Kili was no longer the teacher but the sentient-sparing mannequin. The sequence of positions and movements became longer the more you worked at it. It felt amazing to be capable of so much. You knew it was just choreography, but it made you better now than you were before.

You were beginning to sweat under your thick tunic. The physical exertion was getting to Kili as well. When you took a water break you removed your shirt, the coffee brown padded camisole you wore underneath being far more breathable, but much tighter than your usual outerwear. It left hardly anything to the imagination.

Your less-dressed return to the now-stamped-down grass of the makeshift training area was met with impressed exclamations, wolf whistles, and light applause. You blushed and pretended to be a fashion model at the end of a runway. They found it very amusing.

Kili came back after wondering what the commotion was about.

He saw you waiting for him, you hadn’t noticed him approaching yet, too busy putting on a silly little show. He loved seeing you like this, confident and carefree, not worrying about how you looked and focusing on something that was far more rewarding: having fun. He used the few seconds you were distracted to admire you. Your half up half down hair he’d just braided and styled, was blowing softly in the wind, and your short unruly baby hairs were matted to your sweaty forehead giving you a halo of sorts. Your camisole highlighted the alluring curve from your ribs to your hips like nothing Kili had seen before. The hem of the fabric was ridding up on your waist, revealing just a sliver of your lower tummy. Your pants kept where they were, hugging tight to your thighs and bottom.

‘Two can play that game’ Kili thought, not even trying to hide his mischievous smile. He took his shirt off and threw it in his bag.

You looked up and saw him coming to meet you. The long bangs that framed his face were clinging to it now from his perspiration. He was smirking, knowing he caught you slightly off guard. His prominent pectoral muscles bled into his strong thick arms. His waist tapered into his hips where his pants were beginning to ride low, revealing his defined adonis belt in its retreat. He exuded power as he walked towards you with his arms out a bit from his side, and his palms facing you, as if he were accepting your challenge.

“Ohho, it’s serious now, is it?” you said over a light chuckle, feigning being taken aback by his friendly challenge.

“Oh, it sure is.” He returned your light laugh and with a smug expression he tapped his sword against yours where it hung at your side. He knew he was flustering you. He could see it in the deepened flush that colored your cheeks and how your thumb picked at the leather-covered hilt of your sword.

You had to bite the inside of your lip rather hard to keep your eyes above his exposed shoulders. It had been so long since you’d felt so physically and mentally attracted to someone. The way he was looking at you made your panties dampen at the scandalous thoughts that his honeyed chocolate eyes made race through your head.

If Thorin hadn’t said, “Ready positions”, in that barking tone of his, you’d have jumped Kili’s bones and rode him off into the sunset.

You both got into the starting positions you preferred. Thorin shouted ‘Commence’ in Dwarfish. Kili came at you with harsh blows, which you perfectly countered like you’d been taught. You were able to quickly move yourself, so you were standing at his side. You took the opening and swung for his exposed ribs, but he easily blocked your attack. You pressed your blade against his to force him back and give up some ground. He stood steadfast in his heavy boots, however, and pushed back against you, getting his face close to yours to tease you.

“Good job, you remembered how to keep your grip on the sword.” He said with mock celebration. You gritted your teeth, determined to keep your footing. He glanced at your lips where your teeth were worrying your lower lip; A habit he noticed when you were focused or nervous.

“I’ve been taught well, Archer.” You shot back, as suave as you could manage under the conditions. He threw you back so he could reset his stance.

“We’ll see about that, Ibinê,” he said, flustering you again with that mischievous grin as his native language easily rolled off his tongue.

You charged at him, and your blades collided with a loud metallic clang. Your sudden advance surprised him, he backed up a few steps. Cheers came from your audience.

“Ibinê?” You strained while your blades met again in a brute force pressing match. “What does that mean?”

Kili shoved you back and swiftly turned around, a trick he hadn’t yet revealed in your spar. He abandoned his blade somewhere off to the side and turned around again but crouched in his movement so he could swipe your legs from beneath you. You fell to the ground with a muted thud, your weapon knocked from your grasp. Kili scrambled to straddle your hips, pinning down your legs with his and your wrists above your head. You tried to fight against him, but his strength and weight are much greater than yours.

He panted above you, smiling like a cat who got the canary, “If only it were you straddling me,” he whispered under his breath and winked at you discreetly. Your chest was heaving, making your breasts ebb and flow with the rhythm. The erotic tension was palpable between you.

“We have a victor!” someone said from the sidelines to break your daze. Kili blushed and stood and helped you from the ground. Your audience clapped a little then dispersed to the camp a few feet away. You leisurely walked away from the encampment along the edge of the forest to catch your breath. The extra sway in your hips enticed Kili to follow you. He walked beside you, you looked up at him delighted he got the hint and followed you. He leaned in close to say in a voice that was deeper than normal, “Ibinê means my gem.” His words took a moment to register, causing a delayed blush to color your chest and neck.

He bit his lip as a thought played behind his eyes. Growing bold from the adrenaline still in his veins, he wrapped his hand around yours, he picked up speed till he was running. He took you far from the others. The sun was setting, painting the sky in those vivid colors only seen at dusk and dawn.

Kili slowed to a stop and used his grip on your hand to bring you in front of him. He took a step into your personal space.

“Labathmizi means I adore you.” He gingerly placed his hand on your cheek like he was handling the thinnest, most precious glass in the world. You were blushing profusely, your gaze danced from his eyes to his lips. “Abnâmulzi means you are beautiful.” He pecked his lips against yours for a moment then backed you against a tree and pinned you against it with his strong hand on your hip. His voice was low and rough with arousal, “Azralizi du-nâmrul, Ibinê, means I want to fuck you, my gem.” He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that surpassed any expectation you had. His lips were soft against yours; his hand tenderly held your cheek. You lifted your leg over his hip, his hand moved to from your hip to your thigh, and it felt like it was searing into the cloth covered skin. It slid up to your ass cheek and urged you to grind against him. You whimpered as his hardening member pressed against your soaking core. Kili met your movements, making himself hiss at the delicious friction you were both craving.

When you broke the kiss for air as lust flooded your mind and loins, “That’s really hot” was all you could manage.

You were becoming addicted to his kiss. The way his thumb would glide against your cheek and the soft, barely there little whimpers he was making as you deepened the kiss were driving you mad with need.

Your hand was on his bare shoulder and the other tangled in his hair scratching and pulling lightly on the soft brown tresses. His tongue won its fight against yours when he gyrated his hips perfectly to grind into you, causing a moan to bubble from you.

He broke away, panting. He looked at you, suddenly silent with his eyebrows pinched in a sudden focused confusion. This immediately concerned you.

You opened your mouth to ask if he was ok, but he put his finger to his lips to silence you. He closed his eyes to focus on something; dwarfs and their connection to the environment around them still confused you.

His eyes shot open in a panic, and he tore himself away from you so he could pick you up bridal style.

You clung to him as he broke out in a dash back to camp, “A pack of orc’s are coming.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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f10werfae · 2 years

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My Little Peach

Pairing: Chris Evans x Short!Reader

summary: Chris Evans bringing his short sized girlfriend! Reader to the park for their date. They are having lots of fun and Chris is in the "mood". Pantie vibrator, ass touching, pussy clenching and naughty whispers (requested by anon) (smut)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Baby dont’cha look all pretty” Chris cooed standing by the door frame of their bedroom, his eyes stuck on his girlfriends behind, which was dressed in the prettiest red lace to offer. “I love it bub, thank you so much” She smiled skipping over, practically naked in only the red underwear, pressing what she thought was an innocent enough, sloppy wet kiss onto her man’s lips.

“Hmm is it comfortable for your pussy?” He asked sneaking his fingers around the thin waistband to tug her closer, her breath hitching when she felt the fabric press up against her sensitive clit. “Chris! Stop being so vulgar” She gasped smacking his chest lightly, walking back over to the bed to pull on her leggings and burnt orange jumper, which was actually Chris’

“M'sorry honey, ya know I jus can’t resist you, jus so gorgeous” He chuckled keeping his bottom lip held by his teeth, holding out his hand for her to hold, and when she did oh did he feel a burst of dominance. His little peach was what she went by to him, that was even her name on his phone till this day. All sweet and juicy just for him, despite not being as tall as the other girls around her, Y/n was definitely a bubbly fierce one.

“C’mon peach, let’s get this forest trail done before it gets dark” He breathed out as they both slipped on their walking shoes, and started their journey down the street. With his hand softly rubbing over her knuckles, he couldn’t help but smile at the way she hummed at every step, nothing could ever ruin her mood. A lovely ball of fire.

“I’m so gonna take a well needed bubble bath when I get home, might even slip in a muscle soak” Y/n spoke out, turning her head towards her boyfriend, his eyes already on her and his lips may as well have been permanently etched into a smile. “Is there not a ‘we’ in that sentence my love? Can your big ‘ol man not join you?”

“I-I mean of course you can, I jus didn’t know whether you’d want to, with your game being on and stuff” Y/n stuttered out, her face starting to feel that tiny bit warmer. “Ya kiddin? Why would I miss out on some one on one time with this piece of ass?” Chris growled, letting go of her hand for a mere second to deliver a loud smack onto her ass

“Chris, behave! What if someone sees us-“

Walking onto the deserted forest trail, Chris smirked as he pressed the red button on the tiny remote hidden in his sweatpants pocket. Feeling his cock start to twitch when he felt his girl’s smaller hand clutch onto his tighter, her legs clenched tightly together almost making her look like bambi on ice.

“C-Chris what’s going on, w-why -oh fuck- why are my panties vibrating” Her free hand went to cover her crotch, her head turning to check if anyone had come onto the trail as well, which was stupid Chris thought. No one came onto this trail anymore, not with the new one being set up a few miles away.

“Oh baby maybe it’s just your imagination, here lemme check for you” Chris took his larger hand, swatting away hers and cupped her throbbing pussy in his hand. Y/n’s hands had now gripped onto Chris' biceps,

“I dunno peach, it seems to feel alright down here, why don’t you tell your man what’s wrong?” He taunted mockingly, watching Y/n’s eyes shimmer with built up tears due to the continuous vibrations abusing her cunt.

“I-it tingles Chrissy, fuck me, fuck I need to take these off” She grunted losing all sense of formality, stumbling to hide behind a massive tree and clawing to take off her leggings.

“Nuh-uh baby, we haven’t even gotten halfway through the trail yet? C’mon you can make it halfway for me can’t you?” Holding her hands away from her crotch firmly, he started tugging her poor self along the trail, watching her having to stop every few seconds as her clit brushed against the vibrations directly.

“C-Chris I really can’t, oh no, I-m gonna c-cum, oh shit oh fuck-“ Within seconds Chris had to hold her up fully, her hips grinding into the air erotically as she rode out her high as best as she could. “Baby you’re so fuckin naughty, be honest, did you soak the new panties I got ya?”

“M’s-sorry I couldn’t hold it” She whimpered looking down to see the massive wet spot on her purple leggings. Hunkering down on his legs, Chris brought his nose directly to her clothed pussy and inhaled deeply,

“Did my little peach make herself cum? Look she’s soaking wet honey. Smells amazing babe” Chris taunted probing her now very prominent pussy lips with his index finger, Y/n’s hands holding onto his shoulder for as much support as possible.

Bringing her up against a tree, Chris pulled down her leggings to her ankles, the vibrating panties moving as if it had a life of its own, before Chris pulled that down too.

“Aww babe, look at her coming out to play today, musta missed me too huh?” Placing a kiss onto her swollen clit, Chris licked a stripe up her slippery slit, remnants of her cum decorating her skin.

“Please baby, I need it so bad” Y/n moaned throwing her head back against the tree, feeling Chris practically make out with her pussy, his tongue darting in and out, all over her cunt. Before settling his lips on her clit and sucking on it crazily, a hum coming from his body imitated the vibrations of the panties he had strategically gifted her.

“Fuck you eat my pussy so good baby, need you to fuck me so bad”

“What if someone sees us Y/n, what then?”

“I don’t care, let them watch” She grunted starting to grind her pussy against Chris' face, one of her legs now thrown over his shoulder as she humped him. The gruff from his beard now itching her tingling pussy in the best way possible. “Chris i’m gonna cum all over your fucking face baby, gonna make you all wet, n’ I want you to look at me while I do it”

Y/n moaned out, holding onto the sides of Chris’ face as his big dark blue orbs made contact with her half lidded eyes, his eyes clutching closed when he felt her hole clench around his tongue, his tastebuds being coated by her sweetness.

“You’re so dirty baby, bet you’d want someone to watch me fuck your tight little pussy wouldn’t ya?” He groaned standing up right to smash his lips onto hers, his hands cupping her face tightly, as he felt her lick her own cum off his face; then her tongue ventured in to meet his. Sucking on his tongue passionately, letting her saliva slowly drip into his mouth filthily, God was he in love with her.

“Spit in my fuckin’ mouth” Chris groaned with his tongue sat out, watching as she smirked before doing as he said. Her eyes watching on as he pulled up her jumper over her head rapidly before spitting onto her tits. Her hardened nipples wet with a mix of their spit, his tongue going down to toy with her nipples.

“Come on baby, let him out to play” Y/n moaned reaching her hand down Chris’ sweatpants to fist his hardened thick cock, swiping her finger over the tip to wipe the precum all over it. Lifting her hand out to suck the liquid accumulated onto her thumb.

“You’re gonna get it baby” Chris pulled down his sweatpants to his ankles, his hands going onto Y/n’s waist before lifting her up to straddle his hips, his tip poking at her swollen cunt. Y/n reached her hand down and guided his cock into her soft wet cavern, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders as he basically hugged her to his chest.

Bouncing slowly up and down on his feet Chris watched his woman’s face turn into one of pure ecstasy, her mouth wide open with her eyes threatening to shut.

“You make me so wet Chris oh my- Yes hit that fucking spot, I love you so much” She cried out, trying to make herself bounce even faster if that was even possible.

“Fuck look at your titties peach, bouncing up and down for me, c’mon ma feed me, feed your daddy”

Chris moaned feeling his balls slap against her ass for the hundredth time that minute, waiting as she hoisted herself up that much higher to guide her left breast into his mouth. Listening as he slobbered and moaned all over it like some sort of wild animal.

“I’m gonna drain your balls baby, leave nothin, keepin it all for my sweet pussy” She smirked levelling back down for her lips to meet his cheek and lips,

“All yours baby, all yours n ‘ no one else’s ya hear me? Gonna fuck you stupid and keep you all to myself too”

“No complaints here bubby” Y/n whimpered feeling that same knot start to build up at the pit of her stomach, alongside Chris’ thrusts starting to get more irregular and deeper, meaning he was also close.

“I love you so so much Y/n, you don’t understand, fuck you were made for me n my cock” He groaned kissing up her neck and chin,

“Kiss me while you make you cum in my pussy, make me yours. All yours”

For the first time during this session, Chris and Y/n kissed each other softly, his lips gently tugging on hers with need. Her whimpers being swallowed by him and vice versa, his grip on her ass not letting off as his fingers gently probed at her tight ass just to tease her that bit more.

With his tongue tangling with hers passionately, Y/n couldn’t help but feel extremely vulnerable and emotional, this was them purely making love out in nature. Sure it was a bit weird in terms of setting, but she was with the man she loved, exploring each other’s bodies as if they haven’t already memorised them.

“I’m gonna cum inside you baby, that okay?” Chris asked detaching his lips from hers for a few seconds, before her lips captured his once again as she let out a “mhm” nodding her head frantically.

“Thank you baby” He whispered against her lips as he kissed her again and again as he emptied his balls into her, feeling her thighs relax in his hold as her pussy twitched and throbbed from its simultaneous release. Their hips slowly rocking together romantically as Y/n kissed all over his face and brushed his hair back away from his face, to see him in all his glory.

Chris on the other hand, felt himself blush looking at his precious girlfriend, his peach. Her face shimmered with sweat but that only made her that more beautiful, he even had to fight his thoughts just so he wouldn’t get hard again while still inside her warm pussy.

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“Ya happy honey?” Chris asked leaning back against the tub, watching his girl adjust the temperature to the way she wanted.

“Are you kidding? I got the shit fucked outta me and I got my bubble bath, i’m living the dream baby” Y/n leaned back onto his chest, letting his arms encircle her waist as he softly massaged her hips, a major hot fuck session was not necessarily easy.

“Now are you happy, Mr Evans?” Y/n asked turning her body halfway around to look at him, his eyes trailing over her face become pecking her softly,

“Oh you don’t even know baby, you don’t even know”

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zukkaart · 1 year

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For the ships prompts 5 and 14

Y'all are being Tyzula WHORES today (I love you anyway)

Couple #5: Ty Lee x Azula

Prompt #14: “You’re hurting me!”

For the prompt game!

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An untold meeting with the gaang, the Spring before Sozin’s comet

The three young women peered over a rock, the Avatar and his little group were seemingly setting up camp for the night.

“Alright ladies here’s the plan,” Azula side eyed them both as she spoke, “It seems like they each have tasks, we’ll wait for them to split up, then pick them off one by one,” The two women nodded in acknowledgment.

“Mai, take the water bending peasant, Ty Lee, you take the boy. The avatar is mine” With that, they parted ways.

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Ty Lee crept along the tree line- staying silent and patiently waiting for the avatar and girl to leave.

“Okay, I’ll find something for us to eat, Aang do you want to get fire wood?”

“Sure thing Katara!” The Avatar zoomed off in to the woods, seemingly lifted by nothing. Ty Lee had never seen an air bender before- well- almost no one had nowadays. She was mesmerized.

Soon after the bender (Katara?) left as well. Finally.

Planting her signature dazzling smile she all but waltzed in to their camp. No need to be stealthy when her charms worked just as well.

“Hey cutie, long time no see,” She leaned over him where he knelt- laying out his sleeping bag,

“Aaah!” He yelled and turned around, reaching for that weird weapon he kept strapped across his back. She did always wonder what it was, it looked like someone attempted to make a sword, but did it very wrong.

Ty Lee danced around him casually as he tried to pin her down.

“You never told me your name cutie,” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, he wiped it off but didn’t look entirely appalled. She noted that,

“It’s Sokka, water tribe”

“Well Sokka water tribe. I’m Ty Lee” she cartwheeled a safe distance away from him. “Nice to meet you”

“I wish I could say the same, what are you doing here? I thought you were after that pony tailed freak,”

“Oh we are,” She folded her arms behind her casually, Sokka held his…knife? In a defensive position, “But the avatar is an even better prize”

“We?”

“You think I’m here alone? I’m just the distraction silly!” Realization passed across the dark boys face, he turned on his heel to take off in the direction that the avatar left, but Ty Lee stepped in front of him. “I don’t think so Sokka,”

With a few quick jabs she disabled his dominant leg, he collapsed to one knee.

“Sorry about that gorgeous, I can’t have you interrupting her highness, can’t we just sit and chat?”

“In your dreams circus freak,”

“Yes,” She replied with a giggle, “since we’re here, why don’t you tell me what that is?”

“What what is?” He glanced at the blade still in his hand, “You mean boomerang?” She saw a thought pass across his features, and before she knew it- he threw it towards her. She simply side stepped and it missed her.

“Well that’s not terribly effective, is it? I expected more from the Southern Water Tribe” She taunted. What a ridiculous weapon. “But dont worry, you’ll get your leg back in a few hours. We’ll be long gone by then, but hey, if you’re ever in the Fire Nation look me up,” She winked

“Ty Lee!” Azula’s voice came from the edge of the woods. She ran up to her as smooth as ever. “The Avatar got away, I couldn’t follow him without setting this whole forest on fire, Zuko is too close- we can’t risk tipping him off,”

“Okay Azula!” But just as she turned to leave, the world went black

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Azula watched in horror as that weapon the boy was so fond of came seemingly out of nowhere and slammed right in to Ty Lee’s back. She crumpled, blood quickly beginning to run down her back.

“Ty Lee!” Azula rushed forward and caught her before she could hit the ground, pressing their fronts together, The smaller girls head lolled on to her shoulder.

“Sokka!” The water tribe girl came rushing from the tree line, seemingly to her brother’s aid, but froze in her tracks when she took in the scene before her.

“Sokka, what did you do?” Katara had yet to fully grasp the reality of war, she of course wasn’t dumb enough to think they had never caused any casualties, but she did her best to avoid it when possible, and Sokka always made a point to shield her from the direct kills. So seeing this… she didn’t know how to react in any way other than her nature.

Katara took a hesitant step forward, reaching out a hand. “Azula I can help, please let me,”

“Get away from her!” Azula snarled, tears beginning to flow freely down her face. “Ty Lee, Ty Lee wake up!” She began to shout desperately. She reached for the thing sticking out of her back.

“Azula don’t!” Katara moved closer, something like genuine concern splayed across her face. “If you just rip that out you could hurt her more, even sever her spine. You could kill her,”

“She’s already dead!” Azula screamed, slowly losing grip on her rational thoughts,

“No. She isn’t, but she will be if you don’t let me help you,” Azula could do nothing but hold her friend tighter as Katara hesitantly inched forward. She brought water to her palms. Azula braced for an attack, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of Ty Lee.

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Katara said, finally kneeling in front of her. The water tribe boy hadn’t moved behind them, she wasn’t unaware of him but she was too distracted to ponder too much why he wasn’t attacking. She took the small mercy from Agni as the water benders hands began to glow.

“What are you doing?!” Azula yanked her away, the water splashed around them,

“I’m healing her, please don’t move. You could make it a lot worse.” Azula was hesitant, but she would take any chance for her friend right now. Katara then grabbed the object in one hand, glowing water in the other. She slowly edged it out as she supposedly “healed” her as she went. Azula did her best to keep her breathing steady, which was surprisingly easy due to her training.

The object was finally removed, and a couple of moment later Katara stood and quickly backed away. “There, she’ll be fine,” Azula didn’t have to be told twice as she scooped the still unconscious Ty Lee in to her arms and sprinted back off in to the woods without even a word.

Once she deemed them a safe distance she fell back on to her knees, tears beginning to wane just slightly. She was still hopelessly worried, but she took solace in the fact that at least there wasn’t a weapon sticking out of her and the bleeding had stopped.

Still, she held Ty Lee in to her chest as tightly as she could, and began rocking back and forth and muttering, “please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please-“

“Azula?” Came a broken voice, the princess sucked in a sharp breath.

“Ty Lee? What is it? What do you need?”

“You’re hurting me”

Azula noticed her crushing grip and half-laughed half-sobbed in relief as she loosened her grip.

“For Agni’s sake Ty Lee I thought you were dead!” Once she was sure the little acrobat wasn’t in fact dead- her worry was quickly replaced with anger and frustration.

“What? Why? Were you… crying?” Ty Lee reached up from where she still laid in Azula’s arms to brush her wet cheek with the back of her hand.

“Yes you idiot! I thought I lost you!” Ty Lee should have been startled at Azula’s anger- but she was used to her concern coming out as aggression.

“Hey, I’m okay. I’m right here. I don’t know what happened- but I’m okay,” The next thing she knew- the princesses lips were on hers. She pulled away for a moment, “Now I’m really confused, what is happening right now?”

Azula huffed and rolled her eyes, “Just shut up,” Were Azula’s only words before her lips crashed on to hers once more

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Eeek! This one was definitely short and sweet but I kind of love it. I hope you do too!

Xoxo

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crushsblogstories · 1 year

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Camping Trip - Part 2

WARNING(S)!

None of these are my characters!

I came up with the plot.

Suggestive themes?!

Potential small inaccuracy! Though the exact date s'mores were invented is unknown, the first formal recipe is recorded in the 1927 book. Anne with an E takes place in the early 19th century so they might’ve had or might not have had s’mores, but there is still a chance they did. Actuall Inaccuracy! I mentioned a flashlight very breafly during a 'scary story'.

Pronouns! Not specified

||Wordbank:|| Knickers - Shorts || Trousers - Pants||

PART 1 [] Current: PART 2 [] PART 3

-After Arriving-

My POV

We arrived at the forest and walked a short way to a nearby river. Anne, Diana, Josie, and I had shared a carriage, whilst Tillie, Ms. Stacy, Charlie, Ruby, and Moody shared another. The rest of the boys had stuffed in the third carriage (Poor Gilbert). When we departed I remembered the misfortune of Jane, not having been able to come because of a slight cough her parents were worried about.

Finally taking in the river, I almost gasp a–“Wow” breathes Anne, seemingly having read my thoughts. “It’s so- so-” “Romantical?” Diana butts in seeing Anne at a loss for words, “Breathtaking?” Ruby chimes, “Pretty” Tillie finishes in a dazed manner causing us to laugh. “Not exactly.. I believe I am finally at a loss for words” Anne says, looking back at the stream. “Peaceful.” I say, smiling at the sight, “Huh?” says Anne, turning to look at me along with the rest of the girls. “Peaceful,” I repeat, turning to face them as well, “You don’t always need fancy or large words to describe something. I find this scene peaceful” I repeat once more, looking back towards the river, “It’s soft like the dazed state of having just woken up, and calming like reading by a warm fireplace in the dark of night. Peaceful.” I finish. “Y/N…” I turn my head to the sound of Ruby saying my name, “That was.. Beautiful” finishes Diana, Tillie and Anne nodding in agreement. “Oh!- I-” I am cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Alright everyone. Time set up camp. Pitch your tents and afterwards I’ll need two volunteers to help me with gathering wood and stones for the fire. Understood?” Ms. Stacy explains, receiving nods and yes’s as a reply.

I set up my tent rather quickly, finishing even before Ms. Stacy. As a result, I decided to help the other girls with their tents as they seem to be struggling. I help Tillie first as she is a quick learner and could help someone else soon after. As I thought, she understood quickly and went to help Ruby. Finished with Tillie, I go over to Anne who was struggling the most. “Hey Anne. Need any help?” I offer, “Hm? Oh! Yes please.. I don’t quite understand how these ropes tie into things. No pun intended.” There is a pause before we both burst out laughing. It may not have been that funny but we enjoyed the joke nonetheless. I crouch down to assist Anne and explain where everything goes.

Just having finished, Gilbert approaches. “Um… Y/N?” Gilbert utters, “Yes?” I turn to be met by his gorgeous eyes. “Do.. Do you um.. Need any help with your tent?” He asks, rubbing his neck. I can tell he just wants to spend time together as we didn’t get much time to talk this morning, none at all actually, but there’s one problem… This isn’t my tent. “Oh! Um. I’d love that but…” I trail off not wanting to upset him. “But…?” He repeats, staring intently, “This is not my tent. It’s Anne’s. I finished pitching mine a while ago, it was the first one up.” I say pointing towards my tent. “Oh..” He says disappointedly, “Yeah.. Sorry for bothering.” He turns to walk away but my voice stops him, “But! Anne and I just finished and we’ll need food right? I heard Billy bragging about how he’ll catch a big enough fish for everyone to eat. I doubt that will happen, or that there’s a fish big enough for that here, but if we give it a go we might have a chance at survival.” I laugh, so does Gilbert.

-A Short Minute Later-

We reach the not-so-far river in less than a minute as it’s only a few meters from where we set up camp. Just as I go to say something, we hear an all too familiar voice. “AHEM. Your attention please.” ‘Wow.. The first time I’ve heard Billy say please..’ I think, rolling my eyes in the process “I will help all, and any people who might need help catching fish,” He continues, gathering everyone's attention while some stand closer to hear better. Whilst Billy rambles about how he’s ‘super good at fishing’ I realize he keeps glancing over to me. I think Gilbert seemed to notice as well because he randomly grabbed my hand and kissed it softly. I look over at him and he flashes me a quick, seemingly genuine smile, though I can tell he’s annoyed.

Not seeming to be aware of, though simultaneously breaking the tension, Josie walks between Billy, Gilbert, and I, standing herself in front of the river. “I think I get it… Do we just.. grab them?” Josie says, playing dumb as she reaches in to ‘grab a fish’. SPLASH! Josie falls into the shallow river with a screech. Instead of helping Josie, Billy attempts to stifle a laugh.

Knowing full well of Josie's plan, of which is not working, I go to help her. Walking up, and reaching out a hand. “What. Are. You. Doing?!?” Josie, whisper-shouts, “Helping you.” I whisper back “He’s obviously not going too…” I add. “Ugh” Josie silently groans, she grabs my hand and.. SPLASH! She pulled me in too! ‘UGH! Why do girls like Josie feel the need to act like a damsel in distress all the time and push aside the people who actually try to help!?’ I internally complain.

All of a sudden, Billy doesn’t find the fact Josie fell in so funny. He straightens himself up, clears his throat, standing tall and begins to walk over, Gilbert having started walking a couple seconds beforehand, “You were saying?” Josie whispers, as impertinent as possible. I roll my eyes, ready to help myself up when two hands reach out, preventing me from getting up, but offering assistance instead. I look up, sun shining bright in my eyes, to barely see Gilbert and… Billy?? I look over to Josie and she looks furious. At both me, and Billy.

Turning my attention back to getting up, I grab Gilbert's hand, him pulling me up with little to no effort. “Thank you.” I say with a slight nod, directly to Gilbert, making direct eye contact as I don’t feel like dealing with an angry Josie Pye. Gilbert smiles in response as I turn to Billy. I may not like him as a person, but I will still be polite and have matters with him. “Thank you.” I say, “You’re wel-” He starts with a visible smile, of which I’ve never seen unless with mal-intent, but I cut him off. “Thank you for offering your hand, though Josie fell in first and is still sitting in the water. You were the closest to her though only came to help me after I fell in.” Billy’s almost-smile faltered.

There was a pause. A very short but awkward one. To cut the tension you’d need a very thick saw. Finally, the pause was over when Billy nodded with a slight hum, and went over to help Josie out. “Oh! Why thank you Billy!” Josie said, now out of the water as if the whole ordeal hadn’t happened right before her eyes and her plan hadn’t gone to pieces. Everyone went back to their respective tasks and fun though I could tell Josie was fuming, along with Gilbert. Though he hid it much better.

Me and Gilbert reached where Ms. Stacy had set up the fishing materials, it consisted of nets, wooden spears, and a large tub, assumingly for the fish. I understand why there were no fishing rods as the water is shallow.

“What tactic do you think we should use?” I ask, turning to Gilbert who I now find behind me, looking off across the river in thought. “Gil?” I called, “Hm?” He hums, turning to face me, “Oh! Sorry, could you repeat that?” He asks, playing it off. “Do you want to use the nets or the spears?” I repeat. “Net seems more efficient but spears would be more fun.” He pauses and smiles, “Spears” He finishes still smiling, though I can tell something is wrong. “Gil..” I step closer, only a few inches away. Before continuing, I reach my hand up to cup his cheek, “You ok? You know you can tell me if somethings up. Especially if you’re upset in any way.” I say, starting soft but firming my tone at the end a bit so he knows I’m being genuine. “I know.” He says lightly, tilting his head into my hand and reaching his own up to grasp it. I stare into his eyes worriedly for a moment. Hoping he’ll tell me what is bothering him, what I can do to help. I sigh, choosing to pretend as if I’m not worrying, and to wait until he’s ready to tell me.

-Campfire time-

The sun has set and the stars start creeping out. Everyone is gathered around the fire on logs or on the ground, Moody is sat beside Ruby, both of whom are blushing, avoiding eye-contact, Ms. Stacy is sat on the left end of said log opening a bag of marshmallows to pass around.

On the log to the right of them, Tilly, Diana, and Anne share a log. Continuing to the right, Gilbert and I sit on a log, my head resting on his shoulder as I sit in the very middle of the chopped tree. And the final log has a still angry Josie on the left end and a seemingly nervous Charlie on the right staring directly at Tillie.

Everyone is engaging in conversation, Charlie asked Tillie to go on a stroll with him to which she agreed, and Josie began mumbling to herself of what I believe to be angered statements a while ago. The only silence of the night being mine and Gilbert’s. It was comfortable yet I was still waiting for him to tell me why he was so bothered. I obviously knew it was jealousy, which I must admit was kinda hot, but he usually isn’t as bothered about it and just teases me with ‘I’m glad I got to you first’ or ‘See? You’re so beautiful even ______ wants you!’. This time it was different though, it made me nervous.

“Gilbert?” My voice was soft and quiet though I still saw him jump slightly. “Yes darling?” He replied, “Come with me.” I whisper, grabbing his hand and leading him into the forest. We walk about 7 minutes away from camp in silence. “Is everything alright?” Gilbert asks once we stop by one of the many tall trees. “No, because you aren’t telling me what’s bothering you. I understand if you’re not ready to tell me right this momment, or you never will, but I worry.” I reply, he pulls me closer and kisses my forehead before resting his hands on my waist, “Sorry, it’s just. Billy.” He said. I guide Gilbert to sit under a tree with me, “You never let him get to you. What’s different now?” I ask, confused.

“The whole ride here all he could do was ramble about how lucky I am to be with you and how pretty you are. At some point he even started talking about your figure. I had to change the subject to be about him because he wasn’t interested in any other topic.” Gilbert goes quiet and I turn his head to face me, “Gil..” He cuts me off, “And I won’t say you’re mine because that is objectifying and I would never do that to any woman but I just love you so much and I couldn’t stand him rambling on and on about you and he’s such a��!” I cut him off with a kiss. “I’m yours and you are mine” I reassure with a smile, earning a smile back.

“Want me to prove it?” I ask, my smile forming into a smirk. Gilbert nods eagerly as I begin kissing him, I climb onto his lap to close the gap between us as he pulls me closer by my waist. “I love you Gilbert.” I reassure, he simply smiles back though I know he isn’t upset anymore. We stay like that for a couple of minutes before Gilbert pipes up, “Love, as much as I adore this, we have to head back.” I pause for a moment. “But I don’t want toooo.” I cuddle closer to him as I complain, “Alright, I guess we’ll miss out on s’mores then.” Gilbert says with a smirk, I immediately jump up. “Well?! What are you doing sitting there?! Let’s go!” I begin walking off back to the camp as Gilbert jogs up to walk by my side laughing. “I love you, you know that?” He asks, “Mhm. I love you too. But I adore s’mores.” I say cheerfully, earning a laugh.

-Back at Camp-

Me and Gilbert walk back to camp hand in hand, giggling and laughing. “Oh! Just in time! We were about to make s’mores!” Anne says, being the first to notice me and Gilbert and causing everyone else to look over. Aside from Tilly and Charlie, who are smiling at each other holding hands (very adorably I might add). Me and Gilbert move to sit down in our previous spots on one of the logs. As we do, I feel eyes lingering on me, it’s Billy. I pretend not to notice and pay no mind to it.

Marshmallows and twigs are passed around, and people begin to make s’mores. “Oooh! Oooh! Why don’t we tell scary stories?!” Diana pipes up, “Oh! Yes that’s a great idea Diana!” Anne adds. “I’ve got one, but you girls might be too scared to hear it.” Billy says, causing Ruby to shriek and hug Moody tight to which I smiled at. Billy then goes on to tell the worst, least scary, dumbest, story I’ve ever heard,

“Once upon a dark night, there was a boy named Billy. He went out hunting for some dumb fox but ended up getting lost in the forest. Then, suddenly he heard a sound! He screamed, and yelled, and ran! And he found his way back home. But he never found out what that sound was…” As Billy spoke, he tried his best to sound ominous and creepy, throwing in hand movements here and there, but the story was just so bland and stupid that no one was scared, not even Ruby. “AHHHH!” Josie screams, clinging onto Billy helplessly. This act caused me to roll my eyes and rest my head on Gilbert’s shoulder, just observing everyone’s reaction to the situation.

Billy looks to me and sees my unbothered face, he looks a bit disappointed but switches to facing Josie and smiling. The smile is so obviously fake but as they say ‘love makes you blind’ so Josie’s face lights up when Billy says, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” 'What a fake' I think to myself. “I’ve got a better story.” Gilbert states, attracting the attention of everyone, and a glare from Billy. I lift my head off Gilbert’s shoulder and shift to face him, knees touching. “Well? Go on.” I smile.

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“...As she opens the old rusty door, hearing it creak, a shiver runs up her back and her flashlight shuts off. The room is pitch black, even the dim light of the hallway she once stood in not being enough to illuminate her surroundings. She steps in the room, hearing water dripping. 'It's an old house.' She thinks, paying no mind. That’s when her flashlight flickers for a moment. She swears she had just seen a pair of eyes. The flashlight flickers once more, were the eyes getting closer? No. It had to have just been her imagination. The flashlight turns on completely and she’s met with the sight of her best friend, he’s hanging by a rope, tied to his neck. Suddenly, the realization hit her, it wasn’t water dripping she heard, it was…‘AHHHHHHH’ She tried to scream but her mouth was covered by old, dirty hands. The last thing she saw was a figure running past her now fallen, and flickering, flashlight, and hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her…”

Gilbert finishes his story, an ominous and spooky atmosphere lingers. Diana and Anne are clutching onto one another, Josie is practically on the verge of sobbing into Billy’s arm, Ruby's holding onto Moody, of whom is trying to act heroic and brave though seems almost just as scared, Tillie was surprisingly into the plot whilst Charlie looks completely traumatized, Ms.Stacy looks concerned Gilbert knew such a story or came up with it himself due to all the gore, and I was doing my best not to laugh at everyones reactions.

"Well. Um. Let's head to bed, shall we?" Ms.Stacy says, beginning to pack everything up. "Goodnight my love." Gilbert says, softly pecking my lips. "Goodnight Gil." I smile.

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myers-meadow · 9 months

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Azog the Defiler x OC: In which Gandalf learns that Orcs can love

Title: In which Gandalf learns that Orcs can love

Pairing: Azog the Defiler x female OC (Hadewych)

Fandom: The Hobbit movie trilogy

Summary: In this tale we follow the Companionship of Dwarves on a dual mission: reach and reclaim Erebor, and maybe rescue a friend they made in Laketown. The last quest leads to more hardship than expected, as Azog has his sights set firmly on the human, and isn't planning to let the Dwarves take her from him.

Warnings: rape/non-con, Azog is his own warning honestly, character death, non-consensual voyeurism, corruption, (mild) rape aftermath, language barrier.

Wordcount: 2147

Gorgeous dividers by @saradika-graphics

"She should be around here, somewhere," called Fili from over his shoulder, scouting ahead through the thick growth of the forest. It was a forest so thick, only little of the late afternoon sun reached through the trees. Thorin, Kili, Bilbo and Gandalf followed him. They were tired, especially now that their end goal seemed so close, yet so far away. After leaving Laketown, the kind friend of Bard, who sheltered them, followed them with provisions and weapons. That was a week ago. Immediately after she found the companionship of dwarves, they were ambushed by Azog's hunting party, and she was taken.

After five days of captivity, it was Bilbo, with Dwalin and Thorin, who rescued her from the orc camp as they all slept. She wasn't as grateful as they expected however, frightened beyond words. Her fear remained with her, even though she was safely away from the man-eating orcs.

"You don't get it," she said, keeping her voice hushed even while hours away from the site they rescued her from, "he will find me and it will be worse. You've put yourself in danger, too."

The dwarves waved her concerns away, but it gave Bilbo pause. Something felt off. Why would the orcs come for her? They were hunting the dwarves already. Despite his feeling of unease, their journey continued.

Balin convinced her, with his gentle reasoning, to come with them, and not head back: "We are less than four days march away from Erebor. Once we are there, you'll be safe inside. No orc could enter the mountain and live. Laketown is at least a week from here, on horseback. Don't be stupid and get yourself killed trying to go back."

Hope shone in her eyes at his words, a fearful hope. It was decided; she would come with them. Evening fell, and they set up camp. Hadewych remained withdrawn. As they wound down after their meal, which finally got some life back in her face, Gandalf took up his pouch of pipeweed, lighting his pipe. They sat, gathered in a circle around the fire, flames making their shadows dance.

"Hadewych, what happened to you out there?" asked Fili. None had dared ask before, as her panicked state had been enough of an answer. Kili, who sat next to her, moved her braid aside and gestured at the large bitemark on the side of her neck.

"It looked like they tried to eat you," Kili said, sounding somewhat impressed, his tone light. Hadewych slapped his hand away.

"It's beyond you," was all she said.

Gandalf took the pipe out of his mouth, and agreed with her. "Let the poor woman have her rest. We're not there yet. I have a feeling the worst is yet to come."

Later, when just Bilbo and Gandalf remained, unable to sleep, keep watch, did Bilbo dare to ask the wizard more.

"The orcs, they..." he started, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Why did they let Hadewych live? They would've slaughtered any of us as soon as they had the chance."

Gandalf, old eyes peering from beneath his wizard's hat, replied: "Hmm, it is certainly curious. I suspect we’ll find out soon enough, although I fear it won't be pleasant."

After a short silence, as the moon's rays illuminated the rocky landscape, he continued. "There isn't much we know about orc culture. So far, Azog has proven to be at the top of his tribe, with not just bloodlust, but also a great strategic mind. He's smart, Bilbo, that's what makes him more dangerous than most."

"You're saying he took her for a strategic purpose? But what on earth could that be?"

Gandalf shrugged, movements slow. "You should get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day."

In the morning as they set out on their journey, Hadewych found Gandalf and fell into step next to him.

"Gandalf," Hadewych started, uncertainty in her voice, unsure of how to ask what she had on her mind.

"Yes, my dear, what is it?"

"Do you know Black Speech?"

"What a curious question. I do understand it, yes. It is a vile language, created by Sauron and I prefer not speaking it."

"I understand if it's too much to ask, but could you maybe teach me? Every little bit would be a great help."

Gandalf halted and turned to her. His eyes bore into her soul and she sensed that he knew and understood a great deal more than any of the companions, more than even the wizard let on. "There may be a way to teach you that will help you more than simply translating words. You've tried it already, haven't you? To let the pale orc teach you."

Unsure, but aware that lies were useless, she nodded. "All I've managed to parse out are a few different words, and that's hardly enough to understand what they say. The dwarves may think I'm safe now, but they don't understand." She adjusted her cloak and hugged it around her. "It's only a matter of time before I'm surrounded by orcs again, and I need to know what they say - to know what is coming."

The wizard hummed. "I see." He paused and regarded her for a long moment. The companions walked on ahead, but it was no matter. They could catch up with ease, if needed. Then he nodded and grabbed his staff. "Then we shall see what we can do."

Another day passed, and Gandalf allowed Hadewych to learn and practice Black Speech. She had little trouble with it, aside from the grammar. During the second morning, she felt a bit more at ease and her normal self returned, and she joked with the dwarves the same as she did while they were in Laketown. Bilbo still eyed her warily - to him, the mystery of her behaviour was not yet solved.

Once they got going, the terrain opened up in front of them, and it gained in height. It would truly only be three more days until they reached their beloved mountain. The hunting party ambushed them from the side, driving them back with a cliff at their side. It was the worst possible road to be ambushed on, and even though Thorin sent Fili and Kili ahead as scouts, they hadn't seen nor heard a thing. Thorin barely escaped with his life. Hadewych wasn't so lucky, as she was slung over their leader's shoulder, defenceless without the weapons or skill the dwarves had. The dwarves hid in the mountains, and the hunting party took off just as swiftly as they came, disappearing into a thick forest, taking Hadewych with them.

Evening fell. The dwarves licked their wounds and regrouped properly that night, and discussed what they could do. Many seemed in favour of continuing their original quest, and not taking the risk of going after the hunting party.

"Is Hadewych not also one of our own?" argued Bilbo. "She went through the trouble to bring us the weapons and provisions, without her we would've been defenceless."

"That's just how it goes, laddie," said Dwalin. "She knew the risks when coming with us."

Bilbo, outraged, looked to the others.

Balin answered. "Aye... But we've been the ones who convinced her not to go back to Laketown. That Erebor would be safer."

"No way she could've reached Laketown on her own anyway," said Gloin, his voice rumbling.

"Perhaps, but a group is easier to track than a woman alone."

"We failed to protect her," agreed Kili. "We can look for her, just a few of us. The rest heads on to the mountain. With just a few, we won’t be easily noticed."

And so it was that now the few of them who went to track the hunting party down; Gandalf and Bilbo came with, out of concern, Thorin and his cousins Fili and Kili; laid low in a bed of ferns, hidden behind bushes and trees, looking on as the orcs set up camp for the night. The pale orc towered over them all. He fed his warg and pet her fur, Hadewych close at his side, one hand in the warg's fur just like him. Kili wanted to creep closer, but was stopped by Thorin.

"So this is why she wanted to learn Black Speech," said Gandalf, which the dwarves paid little mind to. Bilbo looked at his wizard friend with curious eyes. They exchanged looks, and with his voice soft, Gandalf pointed at the scene. "They seem to be talking."

"He's laughing," said Bilbo, surprised. "Gandalf, don't tell me they've become friends."

They watched as Azog lead Hadewych to the campfire, a firm hand on her upper arm. Once seated, keeping her close to him, although it was difficult for them to see, he reached for the grilled meat, steaming in the cold evening air, and took a large bite out of it. The orcs dug in similarly, feeding on what was probably small game they've hunted, or dried food they took with them. Then the pale orc did something Bilbo nor the wizard saw coming. With the dead animal speared on his hooked hand, he plucked off bits of tender meat, and fed them to Hadewych. After letting her eat it right from his hand, he licked off his fingers.

"I'd say she's still deadly afraid of him, not to speak of the other orcs around. Wouldn't you agree?"

"But an orc wouldn't hear reason! Do you really think she talked him into letting her live?"

"That seems... unlikely," said Gandalf, his voice falling grim.

Thorin decided to wait until night fell and everyone was asleep to attack, so they did. The orcs laid down to sleep not long after, leaving just two who kept watch awake, as well as the pale orc and Hadewych. When they got up to rest, they did so on the other side of the mighty white warg, and Hadewych pet her fur as Azog gathered the blanket and mat from a nearby pack. When he spoke to her, his voice was low, unexpected of an orc to speak so gently. The dwarves spread out, trying to scout out the area more now that they had less eyes on them and less ears to listen. Bilbo stayed with Gandalf, leaned against a tree, waiting for the others to regroup. Their friend and her captor had now finally laid down and all was quiet.

"It's taking so long," complained Kili. "When will they go to sleep already."

"Patience," bid Thorin, reigning his cousin in.

They regrouped at their spot, Thorin directed everyone to their positions. When Bilbo glanced over at the sleeping forms of his friend and her captor, he found a rather odd sight. It wasn't immediately clear what he was looking at, as Azog hovered above the ground, facing down, and moved his body rhythmically. Not like someone who is sleeping. Not like someone turning around in their sleep. Bilbo grabbed Thorin by the arm, wordless, and pointed. Then, staring hard through the ferns, he they saw Azog sit straighter up and pulled a leg - a human leg - to his side, changing the angle of his hips. Then his movements made sense. Hadewych laid underneath him, and he moved his hips, grinning sadistically down at her, low rumbles spilling from his throat as he fucked her.

The dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf looked on, forgetting their cover, and stared at the scene in front of them with mouths open in shock. Kili pulled Thorin aside.

"I'm not risking my life for that," he said harshly, voice a little louder than it should've been in the quiet of the night.

Gandalf opened his mouth to say something, but refrained from interfering.

"What is happening, Gandalf, why is this happening?" asked Bilbo, who didn't want to look on, but couldn't tear his eyes away for longer than a second. The pale orc leaned down again, over his captive, and said something to her. The rasp of the Black Speech sounded almost doting. As the dwarves tried to figure out what to do - leave or attack - Gandalf observed the scene and thought of how to answer the hobbit. As he did, the orc snarled, and grabbed his captive close, ripped the fabric away from her shoulder, and bit down.

"It is what it looks like, my friend; Azog has claimed a mate."

Unfortunately for the unobservant dwarves, the pale orc had a short recovery time, and was on his feet within the minute. Quiet as a panther he moved through the thicket. He called out to Thorin, voice loud enough to wake the rest of the hunting party, and the dwarves were outnumbered quick. Hadewych looked on from the sidelines, leaning her back against the white warg, face in her hands, trying to ignore the screams of pain and sorrow as the line of Durin ended before her eyes.

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aquilathefighter · 2 years

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Fluffbruary 15: Tent

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They're in the US because I wanted them to go to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness because I am so normal about that place. (Minnesota/Ontario border between the USA and Canada)

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Dream is sitting on a log in the forest. In the United States. How he has come to be here in this moment, he asks himself. Then he turns his head. Hob is fumbling with a tent pole, trying to get it to stay in the grommets on the corners.

“Dream, love, can you come help? I just can’t get it to stick,” Hob grumbles.

Dream joins him and flicks some sand at the uncooperative tent. It jumps to attention and Hob scoffs.

“Well, if I knew you could do that I would’ve asked for your help 10 minutes ago.”

“You seemed quite insistent you could ‘do it yourself,’ beloved.”

Hob rolls his eyes. “I’m sure I did. It’s done now, so let’s get our bags inside and you’ll get a fire started for dinner.”

The fire is perfect for cooking when Dream arrives back at the fire ring. He sets up Hob’s cooking equipment for him and moves to unpack the zip-lock bag labelled “Dinner 1” prepared by the outfitter. Hob has insisted on cooking for him so he gets the “full experience” of camping in the wilderness. Hob plants a kiss on his head and bends down to get to work with the meal. Dream watches him work, expertly maneuvering between the boiling pot of rice and beans and the hot dogs on the grill. They sit in silence as Dream watches Hob, taking in the scents and sounds of the boreal forest they find themselves in. Hob sits back on his knees, pulling the pot off the heat and brandishing the plate of hot dogs to slice them and add to the mix. Dream hands him the other two plates they brought along and he piles the hearty mixture on.

Dream reluctantly takes a bite and grimaces. The mixture is much too salty for his taste, although he can see how that could be helpful if he sweated. Hob certainly did, and Dream took pleasure in seeing the glistening of his skin, glowing even brighter in the Minnesota sun.

When he glances at Hob’s plate, he has already gobbled down his portion and is looking at Dream expectantly.

“Y’gonna eat that? I know you don’t need to but I’d like to see you have a few more bites. Then I promise I’ll eat the rest.”

Not wanting to displease his lover, Dream swallows three bites of the unholy mix. He places the plate on Hob’s lap and stands to begin cleaning up the mess, grabbing their other pot to boil water to wash up. Hob soon joins him to suds the dirty dishes up and they walk deeper into the forest and away from the lakeshore to deal with the soap and dirt.

They set the dishes to dry as the sun dips lower into the horizon, sky darkening to show the glimmer of stars unpolluted. Hob wraps an arm around Dream.

“It’s so beautiful. We can’t see anything like this in London anymore. I remember when we could, thought I might not see them like this again.” Hob sniffles and rests his head on Dream’s shoulder. “I’m sure it isn’t much for a cosmic entity, but thank you again for coming all the way here with me.”

“I would go anywhere with you, Hob Gadling.” Dream kisses the top of Hob’s head, watching his eyes flutter closed. “Beloved. You need rest. We are going to the tent.”

He ushers a sleepy Hob into the tent, where he finds their sleeping bags have been zipped together and mats laid side by side so they could share a bed as they do most nights. Hob crawls in and looks at Dream expectantly. He joins his love and snuggles close to Hob’s warm body.

Tomorrow, they will rise early again and paddle to the next lake where they will repeat the same process of tent raising and cooking by fire. Dream doesn’t quite understand the appeal of doing so much physical labor, but it makes Hob happy. It’s no hardship to do whatever it takes to get to see that gorgeous smile.

#aquila writes #fluffbruary #my fic #dreamling #dream x hob #hob x dream #i am normal and can be trusted with questions about canoe camping

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milkstoner · 2 years

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title: malleus maleficarum

pairing: malleus/me. okay no its malleus/reader unless you don’t relate to the way i love him

genre: poetry of the excessively rhyming variety

word count: 1.5k 😭

here we are… for malleus’ birthday, i wrote him a love letter (my take on malleyuu)

full text under the cut!

Born of the snow

He hides from his own shadow

He’d never wanted to look from above

In his heart he knows he’s below

How he’d wished for time to slow down

And for his wrath not to grow

For all to fear his crown

Look, how they overlook his sorrow

Look, how the fire overflows

Look, how the fireflies glow

In this winter forest a blessing bestowed

Wednesday, child of woe

Star, yearning leisure

Strength, burning pressure

To him I was a doe

King of thorns

Brings from the ashes his scorn

Violin harmonies from the hollow morn

Mourn treasures long gone

Memories ingrained in the stone of his throne

Only when he’s angry does he find himself reborn

Prince of arrogance

Wishes he wasn’t just his inheritance

What a fool; cursed by his precedence

He’s to rule; damned by his puissance

Only in romance does he find resonance

And in his dreams of decadence

He won’t be a means of defence

I’ve always wanted to dance with malevolence

Tyrant of destruction, child of misfortune

As everlasting as he is, so is his isolation

And for how much he hates corruption

He is unsurprisingly weak to seduction

Who could blame him for giving in to temptation?

Poor, fragile soul; his confused feelings are an eruption

Just waiting to happen

Ruler of the abyss

Emerges from the darkness

Walks weary in the pit of his loneliness

Tramples all over white amaryllis

Nonetheless he guides the faithless

Nourishes his hubris

And represses the viridescent bitterness

And me? I was shameless

To him I was a temptress

He’d never felt the need to possess

Whispered in my ear, ‘You’re an enchantress’

But, my love, don’t you know how much I obsess

Over the tenderness of your caress?

Poured some green tea over vanilla ice cream

That’s what he tasted like in my dream

Dressed myself in velvet

By his warmness I’m enveloped

Close to my heart, I held a green garnet

He’s loveliness incarnate

Young love in the rose garden

And blunt kisses in a forgotten heaven

He’s bittersweet

And I can taste on his tongue sweet defeat

‘Without you, I’m lost,’

He said, covering the flowers in frost

‘By your charm I’ve been ensorcelled,’

He whispered in the light of the chandelle

As he placed in my hair an immortelle

‘Don’t you ever leave me

I’ll set fields ablaze for you

I’ll kneel before you

I’ll chase you down the prairie’

Held me like I was going anywhere

As if I wasn’t meant to pull his hair

And tell him, ‘My sweet, I wouldn’t dare

Aren’t you aware

That without you, I despair?

I’ll tear down everything I own

Just to keep our affair sound

So care for me, don’t leave me alone’

And I felt his stare on me

A glare of mantis green

Oh, I’ve no wish to fight

Come, devour me alive

And in this tragic, starless night

Perhaps he’ll know of my plight

Because he set my soul alight

With deep green flames too bright

Spilled his passion over me with a might

That could only translate into delight

My calls to him like a prayer trite

And in the magic, godless blight,

Still the lust ignites

His long hair slips between my fingers

And I know that, for this, I’m a sinner

But he’s so much, so much bigger

The velvety darkness vibration lingers

In his hold my soul shivers

And my body can’t find slumber

So from the corner of my eye I find his figure

Tall as a tower

What a gorgeous man I’ve got

Somehow the night illuminates him

And I, unmoving

Can only stare back as eyes of peridot

Work their entrancing,

Ravishing

Charm

Eyes of adamantine green

Make me think of dreams obscene

The sheen in them took me out of this spleen

But I got lost all over again in his ravine

In the ruins he told me I’m his queen

His bed is sanctuary palatine

Where our essences entwine

He fed me the sour fruits of grapevine

He said I was sweet as wine

My dear, it’s all moonshine

I can see my face in the saturnine

Look of your eye

Come, I’ll swallow your pride

Piercing lightning in his gaze

Just that puts me in my place

And my thoughts race

To rêveries of strong arms’ embrace

And fingers enlaced

Where I’m worthy of his grace

He’d indulge me and my desire

Because the moon knows I’d suck a man dry

Of all his love and energy

He’s greedy as I am needy

No one’s ever handled me so gently

And talked to me so sweetly

So you see, I’m yours completely

Stab me with that spindle

And let me do to you the unspeakable

Strong hands carefully holding his belongings

For fear of them breaking

Were he a little bit more self-aware

He’d become afraid of himself

But I love when he shows off his strength

Crack it good, darling

Won’t you open this jar for me?

You don’t have to take all these bags in one go

Say, can you pick up this box?

Move the shelf? A bit more to the left?

Get my bike upstairs?

Carry me in your arms?

Drunk on him, I feel insane

Moonstruck, unveil the curtain

Loving him, sealed my fate remains

Worshipping him, a deal is made again

Treasure, cherish, contain this ethereal

Loss of sense

Threw up the depths of hell

And I still feel so, so unwell

He has me under a spell

And I shan’t be saved by the holy bell

And I don’t want to be freed

I know that he loves me

For his glory, I’ll bleed

I know that he needs me

I don’t care where this spinning wheel will lead

I know that he wants me

The lines of his body are my creed

On my knees, it is he to whom I plead

For him I’ll offer myself as sacrifice

For him I’ll go through supplice

For him it feels like paradise

My beloved won’t ever pay the price

For his vice

And if you told me my man was a beast

I wouldn’t be disappointed in the least

Just wait until his fury is unleashed

Those who preached will see themselves pierced

Those who resist, dismissed

For he is fierce

And the moon herself shall be eclipsed

So me, blissed-out hedonist

In the midst of his firestorm

I admire the back that raven wings adorn

I’ve never seen misery look so majestic

And agony seem so poetic

He’s calamity of a mystique

So prophetic

Cathartic

A catastrophe almost narcissistic,

The despair in his voice melodic

And he stands tall despite it all

I’ve never seen repulsion look so regal

And revulsion seem so graceful

Come here, my prince, it’s okay

No one knew it would end that way

We’ll live to see another day

And even as judgement is underway

I’ll cherish you in our eden of decay

Don’t feel bad; now no one will dare betray

The one they ought to obey

Those who are weak of mind fear beauty

They deem it evil

It’s not your fault, honey

You like my naïveté, you say

Well, I like your voracité

In an eternal January he let go of his cage

And history turns the page

In an eternal tyranny commences a new age

Someday our love will be tale of old

All over the land our love will be told

But for now, let us brave the cold

Steal the sun and absorb the blue skies

Unveil the lies they foretold

And from snowy rose petals, rise

See, fate has set the stage for us

So come, Malleus

Don’t be afraid, Malleus

Let me put you hair in a braid

Let me dip you in honey

Let me prove how much I love you

I’ll tell you in french, too

Si tu savais à quel point coule la cyprine

Mets ta main sur ma poitrine

Laisse moi partager mes envies

Laisse moi voler tes tentations enfouies

Dans les profondeurs de ton âme assombrie

Jusqu’aux lueurs de l’aurore

Quand les cieux seront amétrine;

Le feu se fond à la nuit

L’amour est enivrant quand tu es en moi

N’aie pas peur; donne-moi ton émoi

Savoure mes caprices assouvies

Ton ardeur ne fait qu’éveiller ma foi

Dans ta chevelure de soie obscure je me noie

N’aie pas peur; partage ma joie

La chaleur de ton corps oublie la loi

Laisse-toi te perdre en moi

Je sais, tu tuerais pour moi

Quelle torture qu’est ta voix

Si douce et si intense

Me réduit au silence

Tu es ma providence

Trouve ton bonheur dans mon impuissance

Et dans mon déshonneur ta douce sentence

Dans le ciel ton éclair de la délivrance

Verse ses étincelles dans ma chair

I said come here, Malleus

Decus marmoreus

Venus melleus

Dominatus malus

You got me speaking fucking broken latin

#malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus twst #twst malleus #twst fic #malleus x reader #malleus x y/n #malleus x mc

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whumpcereal · 2 years

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🌹for AU Joe maybe? Maybe from Ivan since Ivan seems to love him so much… 👀

Oh, Anon. I did a bad thing. Thank you.

part of the behavior modification role reversal au. master list at the bottom of this post.

content warnings for: explicit oral dubcon, fade-to-black noncon, conditioned whumpee, mute whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, captivity whump, forced relationship

role-reversal au, merry christmas, darling

“You look so handsome, sweetheart.”

Joe’s cheeks burn, and he doesn’t look up from his plate. The china is gorgeous, he has to admit: winter white with tasteful watercolor holly branches. The stemware too; crystal so fine that it doesn’t feel like Joe is holding anything in his hand when he takes a sip of what he knows must be very expensive wine. Ivan has impeccable taste, after all.

He’s dressed Joe this evening. Well-cut black slacks, a forest green cashmere sweater, thin black dress socks. It feels strange to sit at the table wearing anything but his ankle chain. But tonight is a special occasion.

“Our first Christmas together,” Ivan murmurs from across the table. He raises his glass and flashes Joe a conspiratorial grin over the light of the dripping taper candles between them.

First. First suggests the possibility of many. Joe lifts his glass, but the wine sours on his tongue. He doesn’t say anything, but it doesn’t matter. Ivan doesn’t expect him to. Not anymore. Joe’s silence is acceptable. His mouth has other uses, after all.

Jack never used him that way. Jack never used him. Jack loved him. Maybe Jack loves him still. Joe still loves Jack. That’s why he’s here. Why he stays. It’s better that it’s Joe here. Jack wouldn’t be wrapped in cashmere and given fine wine. Joe is fine. Everything is fine.

Nothing is fine. It will never be fine again.

“We’ll get to make so many new traditions,” Ivan goes on. “Like a romantic Christmas Eve meal, just the two of us.”

Joe nods, staring into the flickering light of the candles. It is always just the two of them.

He hopes that Jack isn’t alone. That his mother is at the house, and that she and Jack are in front of the tree together. He hopes Carl is curled up by the back door, too furry to enjoy the blazing fire Jack will have made. He hopes they are happy, that they aren’t wasting too many thoughts on him.

“When I was a child, we were allowed to unwrap one gift on Christmas Eve. That was usually my favorite gift too–because it was the first. It felt a little naughty, like we were peeking.”

Joe can’t picture Ivan as a child. He assumes that Ivan emerged from the ground like some kind of beanstalk, fully-formed and already sporting a tailored suit.

“I think we’ll do the same tonight. I know exactly what I want to unwrap.”

Joe nearly chokes on his wine. A tempranillo, Ivan said. Whatever it is, it burns the back of Joe’s throat.

Ivan sets his wine on the table and leans forward on his elbows. It’s an oddly casual pose. Ivan is normally very careful about his table manners.

“I never liked Christmas much, Joey. I guess I was sort of a Scrooge, if you will. My parents weren’t warm people–”

Go figure, Joe thinks.

“--and the holidays were always much more about their functions and charities than they were about family time. I want to make up for that with you, sweetheart.”

They are not a family. They will never be a family. It isn’t possible. Joe’s family is miles away.

“They were never what I wanted them to be. But you–” Ivan rises and moves toward Joe. He slips his hand around Joe’s ribs from behind and drops a soft kiss at the nape of Joe’s neck. “--you are exactly what I want. You’re so beautiful, Joey. Brilliant, kind, warm. And you’re all mine.”

Joe’s eyes sting, and the candles blur.

“Have you had enough to eat?” Ivan’s voice is rough in Joe’s ear, and Joe shivers. Another kiss, this time at the hinge of Joe’s jaw. “What if we take our dessert by the tree?”

Joe doesn’t want any dessert; he’s already nauseous. He could barely stomach the rich meal Ivan had prepared, but he still made himself eat every bite. He knows it’s better when he does what makes Ivan happy.

He nods again.

Ivan’s lips curl into a smile against his cheek. “Wonderful. Let’s get you settled, huh?”

Ivan’s touch leaves him for a moment, and Joe hears the clink of chain behind him. There’s a soft jerk against his ankle, and Joe gently pushes back from the table and stands. The length of chain that keeps Joe in his place is wrapped around Ivan’s hand.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Ivan urges. He winds his free arm around Joe’s waist, knocking the bottle of wine against Joe’s hip, and the two of them move to the living room.

It’s like the set of some trendy holiday rom-com. Dim light, a roaring fire, twinkling white lights on a tall, robust fir. Nat King Cole’s voice floats from the record player in the corner. Ivan guides Joe to the carpet in front of the fire and gently eases him to his knees.

“Give me just one second, baby,” Ivan says, pressing a featherlight kiss to the tip of Joe’s nose.

He slips behind Joe and fiddles with the chain at his ankle. Joe waits for the tension that lets him know he’s been tethered, but instead, he’s aware of a sudden absence.

The cuff is gone.

“We don’t need this tonight,” Ivan whispers in his ear. His hand slips over Joe’s stomach and down to palm the fly of Joe’s slacks.

Joe closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against Ivan’s chest. The heat from the fire is suddenly too much. His skin tingles and itches, and he feels like he might burst into flames himself.

He doesn’t want Ivan to touch him, but he knows better than to think not being chained means that he has any kind of chance of escape. If he left, if he even tried to leave, it would be Jack here in his place. Jack, locked in a cage. Jack, brutally used and abused. Jack, helpless in a way Joe promised him he never would be again.

Joe will never let that happen. Instead, he bites the inside of his cheek as Ivan gently undoes the clasp at the waist of his slacks.

“Tonight, I’m going to unwrap you, sweetheart.”

Ivan shifts, slipping a gentle hand behind Joe’s neck and guiding him onto his back. The carpet is white fur, and Joe’s tears nearly break free at the soft feeling on his skin.

“You just relax,” Ivan murmurs from above.

Joe can’t relax, but he lets his body go limp. He is Ivan’s ragdoll. A toy. Something to be played with. He will not fight.

Ivan isn’t in a fighting mood tonight either. His touch is so gentle that it makes Joe’s skin pebble with goosebumps. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine–but no, he won’t. He can’t. Jack isn’t here. He’ll never be.

Ivan inches the soft cashmere up Joe’s torso, dropping his head to leave a trail of soft kisses on Joe’s skin. Joe lets Ivan slide the sweater over his head, doesn’t fight when Ivan straddles him and lets the point of his tongue slip from Joe’s lips to his neck to the divot between his collar bones.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Ivan whispers huskily.

Joe complies without thinking. He always does.

“Don’t you swallow a drop of this,” Ivan warns, but Joe hears the teasing in his voice.

Ivan carefully tips the bottle of wine over Joe’s open mouth, and Joe tries not to panic. The wine burns the opening of his throat, but he does not swallow. He closes his throat and lets his tongue bob, and he waits.

Ivan leans over him and dips his own tongue in Joe’s open mouth, lapping the wine from between Joe’s lips with all the grace and precision of a cat. Ivan moans, and this time, Joe can’t keep his tears at bay; one slices a hot trail from his temple into his hair.

Ivan doesn’t notice, or if he does, he doesn’t care. He tips Joe’s head slightly upright and covers Joe’s mouth with his own, sealing them together with his lips. Ivan’s tongue moves over Joe’s, and he sucks the wine from Joe’s mouth. But he can’t contain every last drop, and a dribble of wine slips between their chins, dripping down Joe’s throat and down onto his bare chest. Absurdly, Joe tries not to move–he doesn’t want to ruin the rug.

It’s not a problem, of course. Even as Joe’s chest heaves in a desperate bid for air, Ivan licks up the mess, and then he keeps moving downward, swirling his tongue around Joe’s nipples until they harden. The feeling sends shockwaves through Joe’s core, and he feels pressure begin to build between his legs.

It isn’t fair. His body shouldn’t be able to do this to him.

But his body isn’t his anymore. It’s Ivan’s, and Ivan knows precisely how to command it.

��You’re so beautiful, Joey,” Ivan murmurs, and the words are Jack’s, even if the voice is not.

Ivan slips further down Joe’s body, hooking his thumbs in the open waistband of Joe’s slacks. He pulls, and Joe’s bare ass rests against the soft fur of the rug; Joe isn’t granted the dignity of underpants, of course. Ivan slips the slacks away and throws them aside, and then he strips Joe’s socks from his feet, gently massaging Joe’s arches with his big hands. It feels good, and Joe groans in relief.

“There, sweetheart. There you are. I know what you need.”

And for a moment, Joe can see their tableau through someone else’s eyes. Two men, bodies close in front of a fire on Christmas Eve, one tenderly attending to the other. A bottle of wine on the bricks. Lights in the tree. To anyone else, they would look like lovers.

But they are not. Joe does not love Ivan. This is not real.

Ivan slips back between Joe’s naked legs, covering Joe’s body with his own and pressing a tender kiss to Joe’s mouth. Joe can feel Ivan’s hardness pressing against his stomach, and he knows what’s coming next.

But Ivan kisses a gentle line from Joe’s lips to his neck, from his chest to his stomach. And then, Ivan’s nose glides through the soft trail of hair beneath Joe’s navel. Joe’s breath quickens, and he feels Ivan’s laughter, hot against his belly.

“Merry Christmas, Joey.”

Ivan’s mouth is suddenly warm and wet around him, and Joe moans into the semi-darkness. Ivan moves, the rasp of his tongue pushing and pulling against Joe, and Joe can’t stop himself from responding now. His body jolts beneath Ivan’s as the tide of his pleasure starts to roll in; he hasn’t felt anything like this since he’s been here. Ivan hums around him, and Joe feels electricity crackle at the base of his spine. There’s the sparest hint of teeth along his shaft, and he cries out; maybe he isn’t speaking words, but it’s the freest he’s felt in months.

Ivan pops off him for a second, and Joe almost whines. He needs the feeling back, needs to feel something so that he can feel nothing at all. He needs to be in his body and not in this room.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Ivan pants. “Just for you. I know how Jackie kept this from you. But you’re here with me now, and I’ll take good care of you, won’t I?”

Joe sobs as Ivan goes down, and this time, he tries to fight. Jack didn’t keep anything from Joe. If Joe had asked, Jack would have given this to him. But Joe would never ask. Jack is more than this. Jack is warmth and goodness and love.

And Joe is betraying him with every bolt of pleasure.

No, Joe tries to say, but he can’t send the word to his mouth. He knuckles into the fur rug, trying to convince himself that it doesn’t feel good, that he doesn’t want this. But Ivan keeps going, easing down Joe’s length until Joe is deeper than he’s ever been with anyone. A guttural sound rips itself from Joe’s throat, and he can feel Ivan’s laughter around him as he draws back before pressing forward again, swallowing Joe down.

Joe’s legs shake around Ivan’s torso, and he can’t keep still. Ivan’s grip presses into Joe’s hips, and he starts to move again, back and forth, until Joe is rutting into Ivan’s mouth like an animal.

Joe has never wanted more to die than he does just now. He is disgusting. He is worthless. He is a turncoat piece of shit. He doesn’t even need to be chained, because this is what he wants.

No, he tries to tell himself, it isn’t. Joe doesn’t want this. He will never want this.

But it feels so good. Nothing feels good anymore.

Ivan draws back suddenly, and Joe knows he’s close. He can feel himself dangling on the edge, like he’s clinging to a cliffside with weak fingers.

“N–” he starts to say, but then, Ivan moves again, and Joe goes fucking blind. He cries out, the sound so loud and hard that it echoes in his chest, and Ivan doesn’t stop. His mouth is soft now, milking Joe of every last rancid drop of fucked-up pleasure. His tongue nudges at Joe’s balls and then slides against the underside of Joe’s softening cock.

And then, there is nothing. Joe rolls onto his side and buries his face in the white fur. His tears will stain the carpet, but he can’t hold them in. Ivan reaches over him to retrieve the wine from the bricks, and he takes a lazy pull from the bottle’s neck. He bends down to kiss Joe’s shoulder and sighs happily.

“I hope it was good for you, sweetheart. I certainly enjoyed watching you squirm like that.”

Joe doesn’t answer. He can’t. He couldn’t even say “no.” He wonders if, deep down, he didn’t want to. He curls tight over his knees.

Distantly, he’s aware of Ivan undressing beside him. He isn’t surprised when he feels Ivan’s bare skin against his back, but he flinches when Ivan sucks at the knot at the top of his spine. Ivan’s hand slips down Joe’s back and over his tailbone, and then his fingers start to tease Joe apart.

“It’s my turn now,” Ivan whispers gruffly, sinking his teeth into Joe’s shoulder.

Joe doesn’t scream. What would be the point? He’s complicit now. He can’t refuse.

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#tw noncon #behavior modification au #i love asks #especially when they allow for christmas smut #joe prescott oc #ivan peters oc #and a partridge in a pear tree of misery #nsfwhump

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