#ready for your sword to penetrate

[archmagerykarr]

The peach rises as the sun sets.

[intrepidacious]

bring your hunger

summary: There is a Witcher in your house.

pairing: geralt of rivia x succubus!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), light dubcon due to demon magic, penetrative sex (p in v), some biting and choking 😌 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: somehow it's been over a year since i posted a full fic but one ao3 writer's curse later here we are. whole new fandom. i've also never written smut until this show rewired my brain so bon appétit (please be kind). my biggest love to @aphrogeneias and @brandycranby who both let me complain about this story for about three months, i adore you!!

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There is a Witcher in your house.

You smell him long before you lay your eyes on him, the stench of his magic permeating the forest, harsh and acrid. Somewhere in the woods nearby, something is burning.

For a moment, you hesitate, considering your options. A lesser creature would’ve turned on the spot and run, would’ve stolen a horse in the nearby town and gotten as far away as possible, and maybe you should be doing the same. Forsake your home and this region and try to forget them to save your neck.

But your instincts are never wrong, and right now they are drawing you closer, one cautious step in front of the other, until your door creaks open.

He’s sitting in your chair, turned to the side to have a clear view of the entrance. He is propped up against the dining table, his matted white hair sticking to his forehead. The air is heavy with the smell of blood and sweat. Whatever happened across him managed to get him good; he seems to have bandaged himself up, somehow, but the gashes in his chest look painful.

He stares at you, frown deepening on his face, but he stays very still. There is a dangerous look in his amber eyes, full of fire and fury, and for some reason, that doesn’t scare you. Not at all.

Gods, you’re hungry.

There’s a steady pulse of power coming from him, muted but incessant, like his body’s not ready to drop the fight quite yet. He doesn’t, however, reach for the weapons he’s carelessly dropped on your good carpet.

So instead of fleeing, you draw the door shut behind you and you tilt your head.

It’s stronger now, the smell of your own powers. You don’t think it holds as much sway over Witchers as it would do over mere mortals, but it’s still enough for him to white-knuckle the edge of the table.

"I know what you are," he grits.

The low timbre of his voice makes you grin.

"That makes us even, then." You get closer to him, gingerly stepping over his swords. "Are you going to do something about it?"

His nostrils flare a little, but apart from that his face stays unreadable. Only his eyes betray him, still trained on your lips. He can’t help himself.

"I don’t kill your kind," he says.

"How generous of you." You come to a halt between his legs, reaching out to tilt his chin towards you.

He lets you, and there’s the slightest hint of amusement hidden at the corner of his mouth. From up close, the fire in his eyes burns even brighter.

"Let me show my appreciation," you say lowly.

His scent changes ever so slightly with the first small spike of his arousal. It sends a thrill of anticipation through you.

Your fingers trail down his throat, along his broad shoulders, down the taut muscles of his back, leaning into him even more. His hands fall to your hips, almost involuntarily. Slowly, unhurriedly, you let your nose brush against his and he inhales with a shudder.

This is always your favourite part. The final moments before they give into their desire, your meal prepared and served up on a silver platter, ready to indulge in.

"Don’t," he says, barely a warning.

"Don’t what?" You can feel his breath against your smile.

"Don’t tease."

"No?" He’s got remarkable restraint, this Witcher; but you can hear his racing heart. "Alright then."

And between one moment and the next, you let your clothes disappear.

It’s a simple trick, one that everyone of your kind can do as easily as blinking, but it’s never failed you. His eyes turn even darker as he realizes what you’ve done, as you move back a little to let him take you in. You lick your lips as another waft of his arousal reaches your nose.

Delicious.

"Is that better?" you whisper, tipping your head to the side.

He doesn’t reply. He pulls you towards him sharply, and then his mouth crashes against yours, hard and sudden. One of his hands grabs your ass, hauling you into his lap while the other one cradles the nape of your neck.

It’s a brutal kiss, divinely ferocious. Your naked core brushes over the noticeable bulge in his pants and he groans. You move your hips back and forth, just enough friction to make his fingers curl, nails biting into your skin.

This, you think, this is just what you’ve been craving. This sense of presence, of awareness. Your heartbeats growing faster. Pulling, tasting, wanting. More.

You only break the kiss to undo his belt, and he chases after your lips, hazy, starving.

You can relate.

He is already rock hard when you pull him out of his pants, ready and leaking. He pushes into your touch, raw need taking over.

You let out an appreciative hum, positioning yourself in his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest. You want him to feel good, after all, no: you need him to.

You haven’t been sated in so long.

"Witcher," you chuckle breathlessly as his arms tighten around you, caging you against his body. "Aren’t you supposed to kill wicked, evil things like me?"

He growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You gasp as he drags his tongue over the bite marks immediately; like he’s savouring your taste, too.

When he looks up at you again, his eyes are like molten embers.

Your hand tangles in his hair and you yank his head back to kiss him again, swallowing the sound he makes when you sink down on him, and it’s a pity, really, because you could get your fill from that alone. It’s delectably salty and bitter.

Finally, he’s fully inside you, and he tilts his hips to allow you a better angle as you start moving.

"So good for me," you murmur.

He slaps your hand away when you try to slip it between your bodies, and then his own fingers find your clit, gently teasing at first, but quickly applying more pressure. You gasp, your walls clenching around his cock.

He lets out a breathless huff. "There, huh?"

"That’s it. Just like that."

It’s too much. Your breaths quicken as the air around you starts to hum and crackle with building energy. It’s making your head swim, each precise stroke to your clit bringing you closer to that edge you’re chasing.

His mouth still trails along your neck, nipping there. Your skin already feels sticky with sweat and magic as you’re hurled ever closer to the peak of your arousal.

Just as the tension in your core gets tight enough to snap, he stills completely. His cock is fully sheathed inside you, but he doesn’t move, his arms around you hard and unyielding, not even allowing a single roll of your hips. Something between a whine and a growl escapes your lips as your canines come down hard enough to draw blood.

The Witcher smiles at you hazily. "Do you want to come, little demon?"

You want to bite him. You want to suck out his energy until he’s nothing more than a sad, empty husk.

Your snarl only brings out a dark glint in his eyes, and his hand moves to your neck, forcing you to hold his gaze. His grip tethers you in your denied pleasure.

"Ask nicely," he says lowly, brushing his lips against yours.

Wicked, evil man.

Underneath your skin, your powers are brimming with unease, not yet refilled, not yet repleted; he knows this. You know he knows, and yet you’re unwilling to give in. "Or what?"

His grin widens just a fracture as his chin juts out in unmatched arrogance. You could burn it off his face. You could dig your claws into the gashes in his chest and widen them even more, feast on his blood instead.

"I know you need it," he says. His cock twitches inside you. "Beg."

A shiver goes down your spine, hot and cold at the same time.

You don’t beg. Ever. You don’t yield control, not even for your meal, especially not to someone like him. But then he expertly applies pressure to your throat and your eyes roll back in your head, all thoughts lost to the thick haze of your desire.

"Please," you whimper, clenching around him again. "Please fuck me."

He groans, hips stuttering into yours involuntarily before he moves in earnest, keeping his hand on your throat. It’s almost agonisingly slow at first, one roll of his hips almost letting him slip out of your cunt completely before he pushes back in with one single, firm stroke.

Your startled cry of pleasure gets stifled by his mouth, coaxing, biting, until your claws dig into the thick muscles on his shoulders. The arm around your back guides your movement, pressing you even closer to his body than before as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over.

You’re so close. You can already taste the precipice, black stars dancing along the edge of your vision.

Another moan rips out of you when you come apart for air, mouths open. "That’s it," he pants, watching you through half-lidded eyes, "Come for me."

His voice cracks with rapture, and it’s that more than the feeling of his own climax that sends you over the edge.

This part of your nature never gets old: As the orgasm rushes through you, the pent-up energy surrounding you snaps like lightning, funnelling into your body like an invisible current until you shudder blissfully with your appetite sustained. Your magic crackles around you, dancing on your burning skin like sparks of fire.

You hum appreciatively, your eyes still closed as you take a moment to collect yourself. This day has taken a pleasantly surprising turn, after all. It’s been too long since you’ve felt so thoroughly sated.

However, when you try to move out of his lap, the Witcher’s grip on you tightens decisively.

"Is that it?"

Your eyes fly open.

He is breathing heavily, but despite his loss of blood and the energy you’ve pulled from him, there’s not a trace of exhaustion to be found. He still has that same dangerous twinkle in his gaze. Fire and fury. Something lurches in your stomach.

"I thought your kind’s supposed to be insatiable," he says, leaning in to nuzzle at your collarbone. His medallion bumps against your breasts with a sharp vibration as his fingers trail down your side, a slow, torturously delicate touch. "You can give me one more."

It’s not a question. Still, the hands parting your legs even further are almost as gentle as they are relentless. A light press to your overstimulated clit has you keen, spasming around his cock, and he chuckles lowly.

"Eyes on me."

You hadn’t even noticed they’d fallen shut again. You’re leaning heavily into him now, another wave of pleasure starting to build as the smell of his magic envelopes you.

He growls, moving both of you around so you’re spread open on your dining table, him leaning over you with a look that wants to devour you whole. Like you’re the one being served up for him to make a meal out of. Impossibly, he’s growing hard again as his deft hands coax you closer to your next release.

"Just one more."

It’s such an obvious lie, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re brimming with energy, dizzyingly replenished and yet still ravenous. The air is humming with it, the promise of more.

"Don’t lie to me, Witcher," you still gasp.

His smile is positively sinful. "You said it yourself. I’m just so generous."

You’re so full. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his aura flickering with lust, rich and decadent and beautiful.

"In other words," he continues, his lips brushing your ear right as you reach your peak again. "We are just getting started."

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[astrophileous]

Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

synopsis: your knight who is sworn to protect you is also who you sneak around wirh

tags: princess and knight trope, kingdom au, explicit, vulgar, cunnalingus, oral, penetration

wrd cnt: 1.8k

a/n: i need argenti

“A paragon knight of the Knights of Beauty. He embodies righteousness and honor, possessing an admirable nobility”

Oh please. Honor?

Like many others across the universe, you too were struck by the sophistication and beauty of Argenti.

But unlike the rest of them, you were close enough to see the thorns that adorn the rose.

Sure, Argenti is calm and courteous but spending enough time with him led you to see the truth behind the petals.

He’s so very kind, and praiseful.

Incredibly honest, especially about his lust.

Eager and forward, especially about how much he craves you.

Careful and humble, except when he fucks you.

His favorite place to do so is in the most ironic place of all, the Keep.

The strongest and safest place in the castle.

You weren’t blameless, he was once as hard as steel and now his hardness came from somewhere other than his heart.

It was something you were familiar with, especially when he snuck you out of your bed chamber and carried you to the Keep.

The minute the door closed, he’d pull you into him, pressing your body against his silver plates.

It wasn’t enough, as he dropped pieces of armor off him along with your clothes, quickly unwinding the bindings along the back of your corset and watching the rest of your fabric come down with it.

He trails a hand down your chest, first pulling your neck closer to his face so he could plant kisses down it, making sure to not leave marks; but he desperately wanted to. The entire kingdom adorned you, but he wanted so eagerly to show them he was yours. That he was the only person taking your breast into his mouth, and hearing your soft noises while he sat you down on his thigh and held your hips tight while pushing them back and forth.

He loved it when you said his name, even more when you moan.

He kept his hands planted on you, kissing and licking down your stomach.

“Argenti- please….”.

Without any hesitation, he obliged.

Only a “Yes, my princess” falling from his lips before they touch your inner thigh.

He picked you up and sat you down on a barrel, much higher up so he could stand tall and look up into your eyes while he ate you. Most eagerly at that.

“Fuck- yes! Just like that!” You sqeal, watching his blazen eyes never leave yours while his tongue circles your clit, his fingers prodding your hole and making the most insidious noises from your wet heat.

He wasn’t incredibly gentle in his ways, but chilvary never dies.

He always held your hand, soothed over your skin, and kissed every orifice before ruining it.

He was quick to tell you that he’d be there for you, always.

Even if you had no idea what was happening, he was there to help.

He’s been waiting a lifetime for you, and he’s here to fulfill your needs.

All of them.

And you loved him for it.

With a loud moan, he finally pulls his head away from between your legs and looks up at you, catching your eyes with his own.

“Ready, your highness?” He asked with a smile, knowing full well the answer.

He picks you up, holding you

He picks you up, holding you close to his chest and then pushes you down onto the barrel, looking down at you with his fiery eyes.

“I am”.

“Good, because I need this too…so desperately.” He says, before unsheathing his sword.

“Don’t move”.

He says, putting a finger over your lips, a stern expression on his face as he starts to enter you slowly, inch by inch.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/n-.” He says as he enters you fully, gripping your thighs and thrusting deeper into you with each passing moment.

He grabs both sides of your hips, as he fucks you faster.

“Aeons, you’re beautiful.” He whispers into your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to cover your entire body.

You feel him start to go harder and deeper, until suddenly he stops and pulls out completely.

“Please don’t stop.” You beg, reaching for his cock and wrapping your hand around it, stroking it gently as he watches you intently.

“I have something else in mind….” He says firmly, turning you around so you’re facing away from him, straddling him as he holds onto your hips.

“Now, sit down slowly and take me deep inside of you.” He commands, leaning back against the wall and relaxing as you follow his orders, sitting down slowly until he’s buried deep within you.

“There we go, that’s perfect. Now just start- fuck…up and down slow and steady.” He says encouragingly, placing a hand on your lower back to support you as he pulls on your long braid.

You obey him without question, starting to grind against him slowly at first before picking up the pace.

“That’s right, just like that.” He moans, running his hands up and down your sides as he watches you pleasure him.

“Keep going, love. You’re doing great.” He encourages, his voice growing increasingly more desperate as he nears climax.

“Oh god, yes!” You cried out, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to climax as you keep going.

“Come on, Princess, give me everything. I need all of it- all of you.” He begs, tightening his grip on your ass as you pick up the pace even further.

“Yes! Yes- Fuck!” You scream, feeling him cum deep inside of you as you continue to grind against him until your release quickly follows.

“Thank you, Princess.”

[sanjoongie]

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒅

🍄Pairing: Fae Prince! San x Mushroom Guard! Reader

🍄Au: royal au, fantasy au, fae au

🍄Trope: prince/guard, power dynamic

🍄Genre: smut

🍄Rating: 18+, MDNI

🍄Warnings: descriptors of reader because you are a mushroom fae, dom! reader, sub! san, fear play, begging, making out, rutting/wet humping, degradation, verbal instruction, penetrative sex with no barrier, psychedelic sex (san got high from fucking a mushroom girl), consent before said high sex, pussy-drunk san, oral (f), hair tugging (m)

🍄Word Count: 4,259

🍄Summary: you were created for one sole purpose: to guard the nephew of the Unseelie King. Choi San was arrogantly confident that you would keep him from Death's Door; for if he died, so ended your life as well. But what you did not expect from your Fae Princeling was that he was just as dedicated to your body as you were his.

🍄Author's Note: happy birthday to the man that never fails to make me smile. your hard work and dedication to your craft and to make others around you happy never ceases to amaze me. Here's to your large heart (and even bigger tits)

San entered the ballroom with all the impudence of an arrogant Fae Prince. Nephew to the current King of the Unseelie, San was one of the most important Fae in the room. But he was also very much in danger. 

That’s how you came to be created. No allegiance could be sure, in the Fae realm, and even an oath binding could be wiggled out of with a few loophole words. So, life was breathed into you, as a mushroom. You were created in a woman’s image and your bond to San was that unlike any sworn servant. You see, your life was in San’s hand. You were created to be his loyal guard, and if he so happened to die, then your life would be taken from you as well. 

The whispers ran through the crowd like a wave retreating from the coast. Your deep russet hair, with random white spots and dull ivory skin had not been seen before. The simple rush of being the attention flushed through your body.

“Where did you dig up this beauty, San?” A bored voice drawled.

San ducked his head in greeting to multiple people but smirked towards the one asking this particular question. “From the dark, musky part of the forest.”

You scratched the back of your neck and turned your head to hide your flush. 

“Does she guard your body well?” Another asked.

Your sword whipped from its sheath by your side and wavered at the chest of the Fae who dared demand you did not complete your life's duty to the best of your ability. 

San pushed your sword down with two fingers, chuckling. It drew your sword down the body of the male fae, who looked a little turned on by it, if you were being honest. “Careful now, Wooyoung, that sword is poisonous.”

“Is your uncle really that worried about you?” 

San shrugged like he hadn't a care in the world. 

A spring dryad walked with an extra sway in her hip to your charge. You intercepted her immediately. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was bid to entertain the prince,” The dryad responded, sending a gratuitous wink towards San.

You smiled but it was full of bitter recognition. “No one is allowed to come near the prince, dryad. Go find someone else to weakly hump.”

The dryad let out a loud ‘humph’, clearly insulted, and found a more receiving Fae Lady. 

San leaned into you from behind to whisper into your ear. “Jealous?”

“No one is touching you,” You insisted, keeping your face blank. 

San mingled during the ball but he did not ask for anyone’s hand to dance. He conversed and drank, spilling out anything that wasn’t approved by you. You ate and drank anything he consumed first, to make sure it wasn’t poisonous. You, of anyone, were the best at discovering if something was poisonous or not. 

But soon, your Fae Prince tired of socializing and was ready to leave the ball. It was truly sad that he was unable to attend the final waltz of the evening. He danced so well. You shook your head. This was no time to get your head full of images of San.

The quiet roar of the crowd fell behind the both of you as you left the ball. San’s smart shoes clicked rhythmically against the wood floor polished with age and use. You kept your ears and eyes open for any threats that thought they could take advantage of the early morning hours. 

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many eyes more interested in someone other than myself,” San said.

You scoffed at his statement. “Oh, you had plenty of eyes on you, My Lord.”

San cocked his head curiously, turning on his heel to look at you. “Did you want to squish those offending eyes with your fingers, Red?”

Your hand tightened on the grip of your sword. “My Lord,” you growled in warning.

San smiled impishly, playing with the black opal bracelet on his wrist. “But it's so fun to tease you!”

You jerked your chin in the direction of San’s rooms. “Shall we get to where it’s safe first and you can tease me all you want?”

San sighed wearily. “Fine, have it your way.”

A tiny bit of stress left your shoulders the minute you closed the door to the suite of rooms that were due to the Unseelie Fae King’s nephew. San did not move to his bedchambers nor did he begin to disrobe, like you had hoped. He was looking to wriggle under your skin with his words like a worm in a rotting apple. 

“I should have insisted you wear a more revealing dress,” San teased, his eyes alit with malicious merriment. “Perhaps that would have lured Yunho to caress that perk little bottom you were created with.”

“My Lord--”

“San, please, Red. We are in my rooms and you shall address me as I prefer. I am your lord, as you say.”

“San, your self destruction is almost an art.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Is it self destruction to--”

You gracefully swung your sword from its sheath and had the tip delicately touching San’s neck, just below his Adam's apple, in mere seconds. “--yes, it is.”

San held himself still, glancing down at the sword and then back to meet your eyes. “You can’t harm me.”

“Wrong,” You corrected him. “I cannot kill you.”

You leaned in slightly and a small cut bled immediately from San’s neck. You gasped when you felt a nick of pain on your neck. You reached up with your free hand to check and came back with black ooze. 

“See.” San smiled crookedly, revealing his canine teeth. “I told you, you can’t harm me.”

You twisted your lips in a grimace. Even your poison would have no effect; San consumed an antidote for your poison every day, for the sake of you simply being unable to harm him. You should have guessed that along with your lives being intertwined, you would be harmed when he was harmed as well. 

In a small fit of rage and rebellion, you whipped your sword in the air and then twirled it to sheath it. San opened his mouth as if to question the sudden embellishment of swordsmanship and then gasped when his decorative armor fell from his body. 

“It is time for you to go to sleep, little lordling,” You commanded. 

San slipped both his hands into the deep pockets of his satin pants. “Put me to sleep?”

You rubbed your face tiredly. “That, most definitely is not a part of my job.”

San stood there, topless, folding one arm behind his head while scratching the back of his neck. “I would like it to be.”

“I am supposed to be guarding you,” You growled. “I can’t do that if you’re inside of me.”

San sent you a boyish grin. “What better way to guard my body than to be as close as you can be?”

 You searched what you assumed was your heart, to see if this was the right choice in your path of your new life. You could feel your heartbeat but was it for the Fae Prince because if his heart withered, yours would go with it? Or was it because the roguishly handsome Lord really had grown on you enough to bed him?

San took a step forward, cautious of your abilities with your sword. He ran a finger along your bare shoulder. “You’re not even a little bit curious?”

“I didn’t have time to be curious,” You spat. 

This wasn’t the first time San had propositioned you. Nor would it be the last if you declined. He was adamantly vying for your body. Something about tonight was pushing you towards finally folding for him. 

“You’ve got time now,” San said. He walked around you, still trailing that finger along your skin. He was behind you now. “So how about it?”

He was temptation, with his muscles gleaming and the satin clinging to his legs. San knew that, you knew that. And of course you were curious. But was the risk worth it?

“If you ask me, I think it’ll only bind us even more,” San whispered, now on your other side. “You will have known me in my most intimate moment and will always be able to protect me.”

“I think someone had a little too much Fairy Wine, my lord,” you mused. 

“Nay.” San shook his head. “You would know me as a giggly fool if I had drunk truly. I am sober and looking to finally bring down your barriers, Red.”

“Want me desperate for you when typically I am reserved?” You mocked him.

San stood in front of you once again. His face was a combination of seriousness and lust. He put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you against him. You didn’t resist him. Your chest was pressed against his when he murmured, “Don’t our hearts beat as one? Shouldn’t we be connected in this final way?”

You tipped your head and kissed your sworn liege lord. His lips were soft and wet and when he sighed into your mouth, your tongue sought to tangle with his. San cupped the back of your head, tilting his head, and deepening the kiss. You allowed him to back you up to his bed and tumbled onto it with him. San managed, with his strength and grace as a Fae, to turn you around so that he hit the bed and didn’t even break the kiss.

You ate at his mouth like he was honey and you couldn't get enough of the sweet, sticky substance. You could feel your body tingling from the kisses but San was fairing much worse. When you broke the kiss, his tongue came out, chasing yours. He lied there, his pupils blown, looking like a panting dog. 

“San, are you quite alright?” You wondered. 

“You are like the sweetest, strongest brandy I have ever drunk.” San smiled lazily. 

You sat back. San appeared… he could not lie so he wasn’t drunk before you began to kiss. The situation was odd. 

Now that you sat back, however, you could not deny what was waiting for you under San’s satin pants. The Fae prince moaned lowly as your ass put pressure against his straining hard-on. His hands found your hips, and he held you in place, so he could grind up into you. “What will it take for you to let me slip inside of you?”

You frowned delicately. You petted your braid in thought. There was something off about this but you could not put your finger on it for the life of you. “Have you been taking your antidote potion regularly?”

“ ‘course I do. Don’t be silly.” He groaned as he pushed his cock between your lips, with only his satin pants as a barrier. He was ruining the garment but it didn’t seem like he cared at the present.

“Very well,” You shrugged. 

You grounded your lower half against San and his back arched off the bed. “Please,” he whimpered. 

“What do you want, San?” You said coolly. “Tell me and I may be able to fulfill your demand.”

San’s eyes widened, as if in an attempt to push off whatever stupor was pulling him in. Was he simply the type of man who became a slave to a cunt until he was satisfied. “Take me, take all of me, deep inside of you. I need to feel encompassed by you.”

“My sweet Fae prince,” You cooed mockingly. “All high and mighty because of his mushroom guard but the minute he gets behind closed doors, he’s a whining mess, rutting up into a pussy that’s always been denied to him.”

San pouted. “You’ll let me have it, right? You won’t let me lie here, begging, will you? Please, I’ll be good.”

You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, moving your hips against San again. “Be good? You don’t know the meaning.”

San raised his hands from your hips and laid them on either side of his head, in abeyance to you. He even kept his eyes lowered but his Adam's apple was bobbing again. “I can try.”

You lifted your lower half up so that you could reach underneath you and yank San’s pants down. San gasped as the cool air suddenly hit his raging hard-on. You grasped his phallus immediately and began to run the head of him along your wet folds under your short copper dress. 

It was a test and San was struggling. His hands made tight fists and he bit hard on his lower lip. “Don’t you want to be inside of me, Sannie? What’s stopping you from…” You angled his cock to be flush with your hole. “...simply penetrating me with one sharp movement, San?”

San whined in the back of his throat. “I can be a good little Fae Prince for you.”

You let go of San’s cock, watching it slap his stomach satisfactorily. You rutted along the length, coating it in your slickness. You didn’t know which god or goddess San was praying to, but his lips moved fervently in silence. As if that would help him. 

You supposed he was taking his oath seriously. He was being good and hadn't attempted to take control since he said he would relinquish his power to you. Perhaps you could reward him.

You leaned down against San’s chest. He was sweating profusely, withholding back was taking a lot out of him. You ran a finger around the areola of his nipple. “Shall you show me what a good boy you can be?”

San nodded very quickly. “What do you need from me?”

“Flip us over and you may penetrate me. But!” You stopped your new lover. “You must go slowly. I want you to watch as every inch enters me.”

San licked his lips, wetting them once again. “And then?”

You chuckled. “Let’s see if you can do it first, Sannie.”

San had you flipped just as quickly as before, albeit slightly more clumsy. “You are the most beautiful mushroom lady I have ever had the pleasure of fucking.”

You snorted. “I am the only one of my kind, Choi San.”

“Still.” San grasped his dick with a soft gasp and then angled it between your open thighs. “You put the majority of the Fae Court to shame.”

You both groaned lowly as he finally pushed the head of his cock into your wet entrance. He pushed and pushed, and to be honest, it was a struggle for both of you. He was thick and seemed to fill you up perfectly.

“So! Wet!” San panted. “I--” he whined in the back of his throat. “Are we in the middle of a fairy ring?!”

Alarmed you had accidentally caused a growth of mushrooms, you looked wildly around but the room simply had San's minimal but expensive decorations; no mushroom in sight.

“San, are you sure--?!”

San completed sinking into you. He held himself aloft, his arm muscles moving as he shifted. He closed his eyes, perhaps in an attempt to focus on not jackhammering inside of you.

“Please? Queen of my desires? Let me plunge in your depths. I need to--I will die, surely, holding myself inside of you like this!” San pleaded.

You traced a finger along San’s collarbones. “You are so dangerously handsome.”

San swallowed loudly. “Dangerously handsome enough to fuck you so hard that you'll see stars?”

This fae princeling, this arrogant, untouchable man, was a puddle between your legs and you were becoming quite charmed by it. 

San blinked hard, clenching his eyes and shook his hair out of his face. The lines of his nose and jaw balanced out the soft curves of his lips. He really was gorgeous. 

“San,” You hummed softly. 

San opened his eyes and they were glossy with lust. “Red. I'm all yours. I've always been all yours. You're dedicated to keeping my body safe and I'm dedicated to yours.”

You pulled San closer, wrapping your arms behind his neck, and bringing him chest to chest to you. “Fuck me so hard I'll see stars,” You whispered into his ear.

A shudder went through San's body and then he tensed up so that he could pull back. “Better hold onto my arms,” he suggested.

The first thrust punched the air in your lungs out in a lusty cry. Your shoulders moved up the bed a full inch with the strength that San had thrusted into you. You immediately wrapped your hands around San's bicep to hold yourself in place. 

The cries didn't end as San fucked you hard. His thrusts were punctuated by a noise from you being thoroughly fucked, just as you had requested. You could hear the obscene slapping of skin against skin and the squishing of San’s cock against your wet entrance. It was debauchery at its finest and you couldn't find an ounce of you regretting it at this moment. 

San was a drooling mess in the crook of your neck even though his hips worked relentlessly between your legs. He whimpered and whined, pussy drunk inside of you. “So good, feels so good being inside of you, so wet, so tight, so good,” he babbled.

“San,” You said in a strained tone. “Remember, you are fucking me until I see stars, not the other way around.”

“I can… I can… I can be good…” San panted through his lust-filled mind. 

“Can you?” You groaned after a particularly hard thrust. “Can you put my needs before your own, you greedy princeling?”

“Can, can, can,” San chanted, even though he sounded like he was getting closer to his climax. 

You couldn't help but to sow a little chaos, considering how much chaos San had thrown your way this evening. “Are you going to come inside of me, Sannie?” 

San cried out and stilled his hips against you. “Nooooooo,” he lamented. “Why did you do that?”

“To see if I had that kind of power,” You admitted. You petted the back of his head in comfort. “But you were not a good little princeling, Sannie. You came before me.”

“It was so good,” San whined. “You can’t blame me!”

“I guess you’ll have to start over again,” You said flippantly.

San raised himself up so that he could look at you. He had the right amount of suspicion in his eyes as he said, “Start over again, how?”

Your fingers brushed some of his hair from his face that had stuck to his hairline from the sweat that was pouring off him. “Why, Sannie, you’ll have to clean up the mess you made inside of me and fuck me again.”

San’s eyes widened and you watched as he visibly slipped back into his subby headspace. “You want me to lick my cum from your pussy and then fuck you again?”

“Mmm,” You hummed. “Can you do that for me? Be a good little princeling and fix the mess you made? Do you want to be a good boy for me, Sannie?”

“Yes, please,” San murmured.

He immediately slid down your body and pressed his plush lips to your core that was aching for a release. You could feel his cum leaking from you and that’s how San began, licking your cunt diligently. And when he couldn't find any more cum to lick, he slowly stuck his tongue inside of you, looking for leftovers. 

“Yes, San,” You moaned. “Such a good boy for me. Put your tiny little tongue inside of me and make me feel something.”

San groaned against your cunt, and the richness of his baritone voice washed over you. You would have let him make you come with his tongue plowing inside of you but you were firm in teaching San that you were the one in charge and he needed to follow your directions. 

You pulled San’s head up by gripping his hair and tugging upwards. “Time’s up. Did you clean me up well?”

San’s appearance, with your slickness and remnants of his own cum all over his bronze face, was one for the record. He smiled lazily, looking like a cat caught drinking the cream. “You taste so good. Like a mushroom pastry. I could eat you up all day.”

You brushed some of the fluids from his pink lips with the pad of your thumb. “Shall I tell the other courtiers why you’re so busy? Can’t be bothered with any of the Fae politics or affairs, because you’d simply rather be between a mushroom guard’s thighs?”

San’s face flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. “If it pleases you.”

“Lie down, Little Princeling,” You commanded softly.

San did so, his body now horizontal to the bed. You finished pulling off his pants and discarded the soft copper-worked dress you had donned that evening. This moment of total dominance, of a bared soul, deserved flesh against flesh, heart against heart.

“I will ride you, my fair lord,” You declared. You set a knee on either side of San’s narrow hips. “I will take you within my cunt, dripping of my own desire and yours spent, and I will take exactly what I want from you. And you will lie there and give me everything, won’t you?”

San’s irises were round like saucers. He seemed unable to completely focus but he did respond. “I would pull the stars from the sky and string them along a chain for you, Red. Is that what you want? To show that the Fae Prince you guard is owned by his mushroom lover? I will do it. I would prostrate myself before my uncle and declare myself unfit to be next in line because I am simply a puppet to your--”

You put a finger to San’s lips and he quieted. “Do not speak of such a thing while you are between my legs, San. All your wits have gone out with your cum.”

San smiled dopily. “You make me this way, Heart.”

“Do not call to me fondly either,” You scolded him gently. “This should not cross from lust to love.”

“Then I will simply have to work harder for your love,” San sighed dreamily. 

You laughed under your breath. There really was no stopping this man once he got something in his head. “Let us start with this,” You said as you angled his cockhead to your entrance. 

San began to babble once again while your body struggled to adjust to his girth. “Why must you squeeze me so tightly? It is as if you would eat me whole with your cunt!”

You laughed in amusement, voice tight with your own withheld struggles. “If you were a mortal and I, a simple mushroom, it would be so, would it not?”

San groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with pleasure as you took him full-hilt inside of you. “You make me come undone, Red.”

You moved your hips, watching San intake sharply at the sudden movement. “I quite like it this way.”

San part moaned and part laughed. “You’ll drive me mad with lust. Can I touch you?”

“You may,” You allowed with a small dip of your head. 

San’s hands smoothed up your thighs, over your hips, and then they encompassed your waist, thumbs skimming your rib bones. Finally they rested just below your breasts, looking to cup them both. “I wish to sink into you every morning and every evening, sometimes in between.”

You bounced slightly, enjoying the way San’s eyes were eating you up. His hands held your breasts in place as you slowly began to build some pleasure between the two of you. “Perhaps I’ll allow it, Sannie. But only if you’re good.”

San licked his lips slowly. “I can be real good to you, Red.”

“So far you’ve only been a spoiled princeling, taking what he wanted and giving nothing back,” You reminded him.

San pursed his lips in thought. “Only--!” He paused to gasp at the pleasure luring his mind away from reality. “--only you do this to me. I am a skilled lover. I have made others weep. Please, I can prove myself a second time. You are--there is something about you that drives all the edges of my brain to soft, unending, blurred lines.”

“But you know enough that it is me you are inside,” You joked.

San sat up suddenly, more serious than you had seen him all night. His eyes traveled over the planes of your face. “Nothing could make me forget you.”

And so you rode San like this, chest to chest, heart to heart, eye to eye. You drank in every gasp and whine that left his pretty lips. San ran his fingers up and down your bare back. And finally when your orgasm overwhelmed you, breaking over you like a wave over a cliff, he kissed you with his mouth slanted over yours, determined to feed from your noises. 

You were both spent but you realized that regardless of the energy, neither of you were looking to be separated from each other, even when San’s cock softened and your wetness leaked out. He continued to keep you in his arms and you found yourself tracing the sharp planes of his face. There was something new between you; but you didn’t have a name for it yet. It was pleasant and that would suffice for now.

[zerolune]

I Hate (Love) You

Synopsis: Being born in a rich family is a double-edged sword. You have everything, except choice. So when you were arranged to be married to Gunwook, you didn't have much of a choice either. Despite his scowl everytime he saw you, and despite your own hatred towards him, you couldn't help but admit it, you wanted him. And lucky for you, he was your husband after all.

Warnings: Includes smut, MDNI, Aged up Gunwook, inexperienced reader, Gunwook is plenty mean at first, fingering, use of petnames (baby, darling, doll), penetration, sort of unsafe sex (use protection always please) and that should be it.

They say love harbours the beauty of life. Through thick and thin, one has a person to rely on- their person. And marriage is a vow to bond that love permanently. However, for you that was very different.

When you were told you would soon be marrying you weren't happy, but you weren't entirely sad either.

Your fiancé, Park Gunwook was the son and the heir to the Park industries, the leading investors in your father's newest business venture. So of course as fate it be- you were arranged to marry this man without your knowing.

"Y/n honey, are you done getting ready- oh...oh thank god you're wearing the dress I asked you to!" Your mother nearly squeals in excitement complimenting the way the dress hugs you, talking about how her choice is always the best. You hold back an eye roll as you smile, you and your parents finally getting out.

When you reach the 3 star Michelin restaurant, the aura of the fancy decor immediately hits you, piercing your gaze as you tried to focus on your sight in front of you.

"Oh Taejung!" Your father greets his friend, your future father-in-law. They both hug as your mother and Gunwook's mother exchange warm smiles.

And there he was, clad in a grey blazer over a white dress shirt- his stature was tall with broad shoulders and his face was smiling...until it turned to you and it became rather indifferent. His sparkling eyes became cold and uninviting and all the confidence you'd managed to build up was- flooding down the drain..

"So, y/n you're currently in your first year of MBA right?" Mr.Park asks, his lips curving in a smile as you shake your head, "I'm starting my second year this August actually."

"Impressive really...you started college at 15 hm?" Your mother in law to-be asks, her face rather intimidating.

"Yes, I skipped a few grades as a child..." you said, gaze travelling towards Gunwook who seemed to be eyeing the way your dress dipped down near your cleavage. His gaze then meets yours, sharp eyes scowling at you, just what was his problem?

Amongst the young people of the high class society circle...Gunwook was an infamous Casanova, sure he was every parent's dream son with his wit and charm but he was also every girl's dream. He was pretty much perfect and kind, except to you.

Weeks passed, you got engaged, you were officially his fiancee, and soon enough your wedding day arrived- it was really celebratory with all the expensive decor your and his parents spent thousands on, but really, it was simple. You walked down the aisle, your marriage was officiated and just like that, the two of you were going back home.

"So, you're my wife now huh?" His voice is is neutral as his hands are fixed on the steering wheel. "Well yea sure."

He scoffs, his foot hitting the breaks as you both approach a red light. "You're way too nonchalant about this you know?"

"And why does that make you mad?" You ask, turning to face him.

"Well, you...I never wanted to marry you, I.. I don't even like you for god's sake!" It's as if his gaze betrayed him, travelling down to your chest that wore a strapless white dress.

"I didn't want to marry you either, gosh..." you roll your eyes, annoyed by his attitude. "You should be happy, I'm the most coveted bachelor you know?" He tried to boast, not looking away from you.

"So?" He was right, but it was also way too cocky of him to say that, it pissed you off in a way that you wanted him to shut up. To make him shut up.

His tongue poked the side of cheek, anger practically ensuing his striking features. Truth be told, he too was pissed. Pissed in a way that he wanted to shut that pretty mouth of yours.

"You know what? Since none of us love each other let's just keep an open marriage-" before Gunwook could register any of your words he had to make a sharp break since a pedestrian decided to just randomly walk during a green light. You heard him curse under his breath, the veins on his hand beautifully popping as gripped the wheel harder. You had to suck in a breath to not drool, okay...maybe he was attractive- no what the fuck were you thinking?

"You okay?" He asks, his face softened a little bit. "Yea...I'm fine." You say, it was rather pathetic how easily you let his pretty face distract you from how much you hated him- but, did you really?

Maybe it was the idea of him that you hated, the idea that a man you barely knew was your husband. The idea that you would have probably chose him, if you had a choice. Maybe you hated the fact that you had no choice. It was for certain that you hated the fact that since birth, nothing was a choice but an obligation and this was too, you hated the deprivation of control you had over your own life.

That is exactly what you thought of as you showered, reluctantly did your skincare as you pulled through tiredness and finally draped yourself in your nightdress before walking in to your room.

Just as you sit down on the bed, you hear a knock. "Come in." You say as you couldn't help but let your gaze travel over Gunwook's tall figure wearing simple shorts and hoodie with his hair down.

"Y/n...I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean all those harsh words I've said to you, just...I've been mad over not-"

"Not having a choice over your own life?"

His eyes widened as you cut him off, realising that you too went through the same thing. "I...well yea. Since i was a child, I have barely been able to do what I want. And just the thought of me being nothing but a pawn for my father's business, it...it makes me feel helpless." You could see him slowly getting vulnerable realising how the two of you were going through the exact situation.

"Me too Gunwook, I...I think it's wrong, but you're...you're not that bad really,"

"Oh trust me, I'm plenty bad..." he purses his lips. "Bad joke sorry..." he bows his head down as you chuckle.

"Gunwook, I have a proposal to make, what if we keep our marriage open? I mean, we're already sleeping in two different rooms...let's...let's just stick to the fact that we may not want to love each other and that-"

"Shut up." His face turned furious again, he didn't know it but the thought of you being so close...but still not his made him rather furious. "None of that crap Y/n, you're really fucking beautiful and I'd be an idiot to not want you. I would be an idiot to not admit that you stir up a lot of different emotions in me. I would be an idiot to not admit that I want to shut you up everytime you start speaking."

"What? But you said that you never wanted to-" before you could complete your sentence your lips were suddenly meeting his before he pulled away and looked at you. "Shut up Y/n" he said before he pulled your face to his and kissed you, your fingers entangled in his hair as his roamed over your body.

He bit your lip to make his tongue enter your mouth, his hands explored your body, clinging to and wrinkling the silk of your dress as he continued to kiss you, pulling away for a bit, hungry eyes darting all over your body as he suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong- OH WHAT THE FUCK-" You were more than flabbergasted as he suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulders like some kind of potato sack.

He gave your butt a gentle pat as he made his way to his room, effortlessly putting you down on the floor. "There."

"Why did you bring me here?" You raise a brow as he chuckles. "Just to show you that I could maneuver you any way I like."

It was sick, but you couldn't help but blush at that, clearing you throat as you avoided his eyes. "Ah, quite easily flustered aren't ya?" He said, gently pushing you on the soft sheets of the bed.

"Mhm, haven't been laid in a while, quite happy I get this for the rest of my life." His words are a soft hum against your skin as he kisses your neck, pinning your wrists with his one hand as the other bunches up your dress near your hips.

"I...wait Gunwook, I...I haven't gone further than this before..." you suddenly confess, blood rushing to your cheeks like clockwork as his hands tug on the hems of your underwear.

"Mhm, no big deal, I'll be gentle." He whispers in your ear before pulling your panties down, lifting up your hips and spreading your thighs apart, groaning at the wet sight in front of him.

"All this for me?" He mocks, his hands now holding your knees apart as you try to close your thighs. "No baby, let me see..." his fingers trail down to your core, brushing against it as you let out tiny gasps.

"I'll use just one finger first, hold my hand if it hurts and keep your legs nice and spread baby." His voice is laced with such dominance that you immediately nod reaching to hold his hand as he gently inserts a finger- oh god...that hurt- until it didn't and you wanted him to move, and before you could say so, he did, slowly thrusting his finger in and out, cooing at you, as you try to hold back your moans.

"Don't hide those pretty noises doll, let me hear you...let me hear you please." His movements speed up, and you scream a little when he adds another finger, your grip on his hand growing tighter and tighter until you feel some sort of knot forming in your belly.

"Gunwook- I...I think I'm close..." just as you say that and you let your eyes roll back you find that he thrusts out, but he doesn't go back in, he pulls his fingers away, smirking as he takes them to his lips and licks them clean. You whimper in annoyance from the empty feeling as he makes a mocking pout with his lips.

"You-what-but you-" he tsks at your pathetic behaviour, rolling you to the side as he takes his place on the bed next to you. "Come baby, it's time to sleep."

"You can't do this to me!!" He traps you in his arms, putting a leg over you as he lulls you to sleep. "No more whining." He says, giving your neck a sweet peck.

"But Gunwook!!"

"Y/n what did I say?" And just like that, you were forced to sleep, being cradled in his arms like you were some sort of child.

The next morning, you woke up, only to find him not next to you but heating the sounds of the shower running in the bathroom.

You sigh as you get up from his bed, trying to find your panties from yesterday but couldn't so you head back to your room, also taking a quick shower and wearing some comfy shorts and tshirt.

You go into the kitchen, already finding him sipping some coffee as he sat shirtless on the dining table, scrolling his phone. Wait...what?

You turn around a second time and indeed he had no shirt on. You were not baffled, but rather flabbergasted at the sight because not only did he flaunt his broad shoulders accompanied by his muscular arms. Was he trying to seduce you after edging you last night?

"G-good morning," you curse yourself as you stutter like some character from a fanfiction when he innocently looks up from his phone and grins sheepishly.

"Something wrong darling?"

"No..." you trail off as you head to the fridge and remove a fresh carton of orange juice before treading to the kitchen counter, reaching up to get a glass before you turn your head back to the way he chuckles.

"What?" You cross your arms, watching him walk over to you. "Nothing, baby," oh that annoying smirk was back...

You roll your eyes, turning around when suddenly you found yourself pressed to the counter, your back against his bare chest as his hand touched yours to reach for the glass you could've easily got.

He keeps the glass aside, wrapping his arm around your waist to turn you around before caging you between the marble platform and his tall frame.

"Thirsty?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as his gaze locks onto your features.

"Could've gone for some juice yea." You say, raising a brow at his seemingly pointless antics that you seemed to love.

"Eh? Shouldn't little girls like you have milk to grow up?" He teases, probably hinting towards either your height or your two year age difference.

"Oh but I find it quite unappealing, quite bad for the skin you know..." you reply, putting your palms over his bare shoulders.

"What if I knew a type that wasn't bad for the skin?" Gunwook's knees spread your thighs apart, settling to hover over the middle of your shorts as he leaned closer to your neck, breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "A type that's more natural, raw, straight from the source even...and fulfils your....thirst."

You gasp as his knee rubs against your core, his lips pressed to your neck as he keeps you pressed to the kitchen counter. You feel your breathing turn ragged as he continues to press his knee against your now dampening shorts and pulls your hoodie to the side to gain better access of your neck, sucking marks that you would have to hide later on. You feel yourself getting lost in the tiny pleasures he gave you...but you wanted more. You needed him to give you more.

"Gunwook...please...more..." you whimper, already weak from his ministrations.

"You just don't ever have patience do you?" He says, before picking you up again, perhaps boasting his strength and carrying you to his room, gently (not so gently) throwing you on the bed.

"I'll ask you this, are you sure you're ready-" he was cut off as you annoyedly let out a groan.

"Can't you just give me what I need? Do I have to beg-"

"That doesn't sound all that bad," he begins, his hands pulling down your shorts and panties, "but I'm too hard myself, so I'll give it you baby."

He leads your hand to his groin, making you feel his length as you gasp at the size. "You expect that to fit in there?"

"Baby, I'll be gentle, trust me and let me do I do best...at least I think I do a fairly good job-" he chuckles, spreading your thighs apart before his thumb played with your clit, the wet sound making this whole interaction even more nasty.

He slowly inserts two fingers, cooing at you when you whine from the stretch...eventually he gets rid of his sweats and boxers, stroking his cock before looking at your face for approval once more.

"Please..." you say, already weak for him...just then you feel it. That rip. That pain...you can't help but let the tears pool. "Baby...I know you're nervous, but don't clench, it makes it a little painful at first...just relax..." he caresses your cheek.

"Tell me when to move darling..." he wipes your tears, before leaning down to kiss you. You feel his tongue exploring your mouth, before he pulls away, breathless and panting, kissing your neck again, trying to distract you from the pain. "You can...move..." you say, feeling a bit comfortable.

That was when he began thrusting, it was slow and comforting at first, but then, he began moving faster, pulling your hoodie over your chest to squeeze the flesh and pinch the sensitive bud. You moan at the pleasure, which was previously painful, but now you need him to move faster and bring you to that high.

"Gunwook...please...more..."

"Baby, I don't want to hurt you..."

"But- ah...I want more..." you whimper again, gripping his broad shoulders. "Okay baby...okay..." he moves faster, his own face contorting in pleasure as he groans...

"Do you want me to pull out?"

You say something but he doesn't get it, so when he feels you and him both shudder, he thrusts out but doesn't go back in, choosing to merely stroke his cock as he fingers your wet pussy.

You try to bring your hands to stroke him but he refuses..."No...baby...this is your pleasure...ah-" that was when he felt the wet, sticky fluid dripping down you, and he shivers in ecstasy as his own cock spurts out his cum.

"You did so...so fucking good for me baby..." he says, still recovering from his high. You both pant for air, the adrenaline soon coming down.

"You...I don't know if it's cuz I'm a virgin but you did so good...fuck..." you say, losing any self respect you ever had. "Oh trust me darling, I could've done so much more...but since this is your first..." he smiles, before collapsing beside you, pulling you in his embrace as he buries his face in your neck.

"But don't worry, we'll have plenty more firsts on our honeymoon." He mutters, his hand creeping under your sweater to knead your boob again.

"What honeymoon?"

"The one we're going on day after tomorrow, pack up soon baby."

"But I have a test on-"

"Oh shut up. Now tell me, ever given a blow job before?"

"Oh I hate you so much." You scowl, as he continues to laugh, "Oh I love you too my prett baby..."

You giggle in his arms as you both continued to enjoy the lazy Saturday morning, in bed, and the bathtub...and then lunch before which he bent you over the counter and his way with you.

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Fight For It | dabi/t. touya

      Fantasy AU!Dabi x Bounty Hunter![FEM]Reader

WARNING(S): sexual content, dragon hybrid!dabi, reader’s intentions for “hunting” is nothing but dubious, ego friendly fire, predator vs. prey trope, power play, barely any plot (pwp), anal, double penetration, spanking, corruption kink (?), outdoors sex, strangers -> ?.

COUNT: 4.6k words (40 mins.)

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A/N: this was originally supposed to be for another character but it very much suited Dabi instead. if you can guess who this was originally for, i'll write you sum neet. 🌚 anywhom, i loveddd writing this. i had to do a lot of work shops as this has been in the vault for years, so hopefully it's readable now LOL. 😭 hope you guys enjoy!

You check your sides and pockets ensuring that everything is ready for your travel.

This time around, dragon shifters were out and about looking for mates which meant this was the perfect time to capture one. You let out an excited breath as you pull on your boots and make your way outside of your home.

As you pass by the people in your town, you are frequently greeted due to your known status in the town. Most people jumped at the chance to have a conversation with you as there was no guarantee the next time they could. However as you got closer to the edge of the woods, the greetings slowed to a halt as the count of people started to wither out, most people avoiding the edges of the village near the forest-filled mountains. You adjust the final strap on your bag as the destination you were looking for comes into view.

Keeping an eye out for any signs of dragon shifter life, you look around the sparse but large trees that decorate the place. Many bushes, trees, and even small ponds adorned the scenery. If you happen to look close enough you could find flowers almost everywhere accompanying the organisms. Dirt and soil were also as common to come across, more so than grass in the dense part of the forest. Despite that, you continue on your quest to obtain your own little dragon. Your eyes light up as you near the bottom of the mountains and see a bigger-than-usual footstep on the floor. As if you are in no rush, you pause for a moment to squat down and pinch the dirt, fingers thumbing the soil between your forefinger and thumb before dusting it off on your pants.

One is near.

The footprint imprinted into the ground was still very fresh, the consistency too easy to grab and toy with. Surveying the scene your eyes try to find any change within the area, the need for staying on your p’s and q’s is greater than ever. You were trying to gauge what your next move should be and your indecisiveness slowing you down. You chew the inside of your lip as you start to survey the scene one last time before choosing to continue on your journey for the beast you were searching for.

Thankfully, the hybrid you were trying to find had left its footprints freely, but his marking already too cocky for your liking. Amid your busy thinking, you hear scurrying in the distance, the sound quick and heavy. You immediately whip your head around to the sound of the commotion, your hand hovering on the tip of your sword’s handle as you brace yourself for any imminent conflict. As you inch closer to the ominous spot behind the dense trees, the same noise happens in the opposite direction to the right of you. You swiftly unwield your sword and dart it towards the rapid movement, the sharp blade releasing a sharp and heavy, ‘THUNK’ as it sinks its metal into the wood.

Birds rapidly fly away in fear and other smaller animals in hiding run away in the opposite direction hoping to avoid the building tension within the vicinity. The sight of tiny strands of fur and a red liquid left swiftly in the breeze makes you wince in sympathy; accidentally hurting an unattended target was certainly not on your to-do list today. Your body is still on high alert--chest heaving as small beads of sweat accumulate on your temples, your nerves keeping you in a tense state. But unlike your anxious mood irritating you, your target was the complete opposite.

A low rumble of laughter that turns into a boisterous level prompts you to turn around and narrow your eyes at the location of the sound, eyes catching a white-haired male. You were gearing up to tell the male to fuck off before the realization hits you. The sharp teeth, horns, broad back, wild clothes -- this was the dragon you were trying to find. You watched him cautiously, keeping your eye on him as you retrieved your weapon, keeping on guard.

He lets out a few more chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he watches you point your sword toward him. “Hey no need to get defensive,” he pauses, his grin turning from playful to sly. “You humans aren’t the best at catching us most of the time.”

His words make you huff, your other hand locking on the rope that was on your hip. The white-haired male blows out a whistle, watching as your arm flexes with strong muscles and places his hands on his hips as he scans your body. You raise your brow, sheathing your sword away and revealing a grin of your own. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side lean forward interest for the conceited specimen.

“I always catch my prey. What makes you think I won’t this time?” You respond, your words cocky, a little too much for his liking at that. His nose flares at you, back straightening before his irises narrow before he scoffs lightly.

The male’s cerulean eyes dim as they watch you intently, unashamedly checking out your frame. Your nostrils flare in anger and slowly draw your sword as a warning, a playful whistle following your threatening posture. The white-haired dragon-man takes a step closer to you, his gaze not missing you step back and cower only just slightly in your stance.

He huffs, “You could barely kill that bunny.”

“I could if I wanted to,” You’re quick to retort, your body now trying to regain its firm stance, chin raising as you openly detested him. “Just like I could have your head by tomorrow if needed.”

The same laugh that first gained your attention makes a comeback, his sharp teeth on proud display as he takes this exchange as nothing more than some flirtatious banter. “How about the next time we meet, you can attempt to catch me -- and if you do, I’ll do whatever you want. Vice versa.” He holds his hand out for you to take as a sign of agreement.

You watch his large hand out stretch itself to you, a taunting offer that a part of you couldn’t proudly admit that you wanted to take. His palm is upturned in a way that teased innocent compliance, the callous on his skin showing he isn't as playful as one would think and there's no missing the sharp nails that peek from under fingertips. With a small huff, your hand relaxes from the top of the sword and you close the distance between you two, shaking his hand firmly.

“The name’s Dabi by the way.” A surprised yelp escapes your lips as he tugs you much closer than needed, you two chest-to-chest as he stares intently into your E/C eyes. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen as he says your name, the action doing its job spooking you. You rip your hand away from his with a bit of a fight, not sure what you just have gotten yourself into. You snarl as you step back to regain the space between you two, except you made no move to be on the offense.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t hold back.” Dabi taunts, his grin matching his arrogant expression.

“Don’t plan on it.” You snort giving him one last look over as he retreats from the trees, your gaze never leaving that spot until you’re sure he’s gone. You turn around and pursue your way back to town, unbeknownst to you the pair of cerulean eyes that continued to watch your body retreat in pure animalistic hunger for you.

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Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you tirelessly think about the interaction with the arrogant male from last afternoon.

Despite being one of the most known bounty catchers in the world, the way that he—Dabi as he preferred to be called—carried himself, was in a way that left curiosity and a bit of attraction on your end. You hated the way that your chest races with excitement but then glower at the thought of him. Too many conflicting emotions plagued your psyche and you needed to end this once and for all.

The air was crisp whilst the white clouds in the sky rivaled the short puffs of air you breathed out every once in a while if you held your breath in for too long. Climbing back up the same mountain wasn’t as easy as it was yesterday with the added titillation making it feel as though your heart was about to burst out of your chest. At this point, you were starting to wonder what you truly wanted from this outcome.

‘victory. this isn’t the first attractive specimen you’ll find, and it won’t be your last.’

You thought to yourself and sigh with indignation. The designated spot was already in eyeshot and you needed to get into gear if you wanted to walk out of this with your proper title over him as his owner. Absentmindedly your hand skims over the healing wound of the tree you had accidentally sliced when you had gotten startled yester-yonder, the heavy and big footprints in the soil showing that he as well made his way over not long before you.

Movement just shy to your left has you turning in its direction, this only meaning one thing: Dabi was here.

Dabi sat minding his business, humming as he watched his surroundings and toyed with the dirt in front of him mindlessly. You unsheath your sword, adrenaline making your hands lightly tremble in excitement. You adjust the sword easily in your hand moving to swing for the kill. Subtle movement catches the corner of your eyes, the focus of your target just slipping. Before it could happen, you reel back and lunge your sword towards the correct target only to softly gasp as he's gone.

You pull your sword back with the rope that’s attached to the handle, the weapon tight in your grip as you look around closely as you make eye contact with his now familiar cerulean-blue eyes making you attack once again. It wasn’t until your second failed attempt that he started laughing at you. Just like the first time you met. You growl out in frustration, trying to find him again. You try following the laugh as you messily turn around, the uncoordinated movement making you trip over your own feet but you quickly catch yourself.

‘i bet he’s just scared! he knows that you’d just capture him and make him yours.’ you completely lie to yourself to help soothe your nerves. Even you didn't believe it and now you were starting to get more than anxious.

“Damn it! Come out and stop playing!” You yell out, rage starting to finally consume you. You kept your sword up, turning sharply at the sound of crunching behind you and was met with him not too far away from you.

His handsome face was serious, arms crossed as he watched down at you unimpressed and unmoving. You feel yourself wanting to shy away from his intimidating gaze, but remember to hold up your guard. Never had you experienced a dragon that fought back like this and it honestly had you on edge.

“You’re off your game,” The dragon grins as he steps closer towards you. You tilt your chin down as you cowardly gulp in defiance, your feet taking a step back as you try to gain more distance between you two. Unfortunately for you, fighting in the woods meant you would be caged in, just like now as he closed in on you as your back hit the large oak tree behind you.

“I can still kill you if I please.” You sneer, holding up the sharp tip of your sword to his chest, eyes boring into his. Even with your strong stance and unwavering eyes, there was no denying the slight waver in your voice as you said it.

Shit.

The dragon laughs at your pathetic threat, his body language as genuine as his prideful body language. He offers you no answer as he finds no reason to entertain it. Anger shoots through your body at his arrogance, your body shifting as much as it can to pull your arm back to aim straight for his heart, wanting nothing else but to draw blood from him right in this instant.

Your sense of urgency is what fumbles your opportunity, your attack seized as though he had seen it a mile away.

With a piercing grip, he snatches your hand as you attempt to stab him in the chest, his deft fingers squeezing your wrist in a painful grip. A cry leaves your lips as you try to keep steady, your other hand grabbing him to let go as if his life wasn’t on the line.

“Let go!” You yell at him, stubborn tears now starting to prick at your eyes. It was pitiful in the way you resorted to this as your backup plan, your behavior a clear indication that you had no idea what to do. You had walked into this duel with nothing but adrenaline, curiosity, arousal, and arrogance. Instead of conducting yourself as a seasoned veteran, you were presenting yourself as a spoiled brat. Dabi ignores your plea as he takes your fighting hand and pins it firmly against the rough tree bark behind you, the rough texture digging into your clothes and skin. You bite your lip harshly to at least spare yourself some dignity, not wanting to let the smallest amount of pain get to you.

Your hand twitches in his hold as your other goes towards the direction of your thigh and grab a small knife from its holster before promptly slicing his arm. Dabi looks down at you and scoffs as he barely observes the wound before easily gripping your free wrist once again. You let out a silent cry of protest as now both hands are caught in his stronghold.

“You think that was enough to stop me? You’ve already failed, human.” He leans down to speak in your ear, his strong voice rattling through your body making you shiver. He maneuvers his hold on your wrists so that they are caught in one hand, the other moving to grip your side before running lower and rounding your back.

You glare at him and start to struggle against his hold, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you wanted him to touch more of you. He chuckles at your sounds of distaste, promising that you’d be dead if he moved any further. He bites down on the exposed part of your neck making you moan in pain and a deep blush adorn your cheeks. His slivering hand finally grabs your ass and pulls your body closer to his. He pulls away from your neck to give himself enough room to lick up the blood that was dripping from his bite. “You’re all mine.”

Without much fight from you, he leans in and presses a harsh kiss against your lips, an all-engulfing force that has you reeling in need. You groan as your head is pushed back against the tree, your pair of lips fighting against his in an attempt to gain back the confidence you had from when you two first met. The mix of the coppery taste of your blood on your tongue adds a toxic aphrodisiac you can't place your finger on, wanting to taste more of yourself on his tongue in other ways. Your eyes lid as you two maintain eye contact through the kiss, the heat between you two ramping up as both of you have something to prove.

“Still tryna win, human? Are you gonna do whatever I tell you to?” Dabi ridicules you once he pulls away and tightly grips your jaw. The force makes your cheeks squish while your bruised lips pout. He leans in to press his lips against yours again as an open mouth kiss, his tongue invading your hot cavern and playing with your tongue. You moan into his handling, your wet muscle barely managing to put up a fight. You helplessly try to chase his lips when he pulls away, the action making him chuckle. “Turn around.”

He lets go of your hands as he allows you to move and notes the way that you slightly flinch from the harsh pressure suddenly being released. Though you quickly shrug it off, more than willing to turn around like the slut that you are. Grinning at your desperation he steps away from you to allow room to turn you around, and seizes your hands in his hold except this time behind your back when you’ve assumed the position. Dabi bends you over some and admires your curves finally up close and freely gropes at your ass. It’s shameful in the way that feeling his calloused hand grope and rub at your globes has you pressing against him, your needy action eliciting a spank from him. You whine out his name as he pulls down your pants, your juices darkening the material between your legs.

“Do you normally act this needy when you lose, hm?”

SMACK, another spank was delivered to your bum. Your eyes roll back when he gives you another and a harsher one to follow until you respond.

Your eyes prick as he taunts you, your legs trembling in need. Contrary to your own knowledge, Dabi was perfectly aware of your track record with beasts. To humans and other “dainty” species, you were known for your combat and prowess but amongst the more gritty creatures have shared more than a few whispers about your sexual endeavors. You turn your head and glare at him, tears and all as blood rushes to the skin of your bruising ass and flustered skin. Just as you were one not to lie, you deflect the implications of your winning and losing rate. “Do you normally take this long to fuck?”

SMACK.

Instead of his hand holding your hands above your head, he lets them go and lets you catch yourself against the uncomfortable tree. With one hand now placed on the side of your head, he holds you in place as he tugged down your underwear, no longer wanting to toy with what he desperately needed to claim as his. “I’m the one who won, remember?” Dabi growls as he grows impatient with your bitching, his hot hand reaching down to cup our sex and letting his two fingers rub at the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt.

The smell of your arousal was taunting him heavily. Dabi had never considered a human as his first option to fuck but you were bringing out a new side to him. The sickening thought alone made him grow impatient as he was more than ready to defile your cute body. Most humans don't fuck back, but you certainly looked like the type and that thought alone was riling him up. Evidently just from the way you were acting, you couldn't help yourself grinding back against him like that. At first glance you seemed like some brute snob, untouched and pompish. But here you were already gong-ho over some dragon dick you have yet to experience; acting so desperate and needy for him. His lips curve into a devilish grin as he marvels at the way your back arches as the arousal gets to you.

“Fuck, Dabi please.” You plead shamelessly as he slips his fingers up and down your folds to collect your slick, helping lube up your opening for his cock. He spits on his fingers to make it more slippery, not wanting to rush the prep as much as he'd love to have your pussy engulf his cock. He shushes you as he leaves his grip on your head to grab your jaw, making you look at him as he rubs at your cunt.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me prep you, pet.” He emphasizes his point by teasing at your opening with the tip of his finger then sinking his middle finger into your cunt. His cock twitches at the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around the digit as strokes the inside of your kitty carefully. He groans and leans back to look at your pussy enveloping his finger, eyes happily drinking in what he’s seeing. “Knew this pussy was hungry for this.”

Your pants are heavy, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he continues to work it in and out of your dripping cunt. Dabi made sure to keep his hold on your jaw tight while his other got to work which allows you to brace your hands against the trunk of the tree with your hands now free. His thrusting stops to rub the outside of your lips, spreading your natural juices as lubricant and periodically brushing against your clit before his fingers are fucking themselves into you again. Your face was covered in bruises to some degree as you couldn’t help but keep your face against the tree bark -- not that you could care less, though. A wanton whimper leaves your lips feeling his hand completely leave your opening, making way to release himself from his pants.

He uses the slick from your wet cunt to help lubricate his lengths. He prods the first against your opening and groans lowly from how different the fit of your human pussy compared to other dragons. You felt your eyes burn with tears, his size bigger than you’re used to. You squirm against him only for him to command you to calm down. He spits another time as he works his hips into yours to open you up better, the action working as you produce more slick and loosen up as the moments pass. You feel his finger mix the spit and slick on your asshole, not shying away from playing with your chocolate starfish. He slips in his thumb to tease your opening, the play not phasing you one bit. It wasn't until you feel his finger enter you followed by experimental strokes is when you notice what's up. You suck in your breath, tensing up completely when his finger exits only to feel another head prod at your asshole.

You gasp from the intrusion of his second cock entering you. Your nails dig into the tree and you're consequently returned the favor as your hands sting from gripping onto it for dear life. You had never taken anything of his size in that entrance and you could tell he was enjoying the squeeze by how much he was throbbing in you. He breathes out curses into your neck, reminding you of your place and how tight you wrapped around him. Never had Dabi contemplated wanting to mate a human until now, the feeling like nothing he had felt before.

“You’re taking me so well, fuck.” Heavy and sloppy thrusts are met against your ass. The way of his thrusting signifies the animalistic side of him, the easing of his cock into you was nothing short of barbaric and drowning in pure pleasure. As he worked his hips better into yours.

It felt as though he was already accustomed to you and you loved it. The length and girth of his cock was filling a void you didn’t know you needed, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to come back from it.

“How’s it feel to be fucked by a dragon, heh,” The dragon huffs out and works more of his length into your battered pussy and ass. Your sopping cunt and tight ass was starting to take his cock easier and easier the more he fucked you. His hands bored from only holding you in place soon move to tug up your shirt and grope at your tits, hands roughly fondling your mounds as if he had no rhyme or reason.

“Da… Dabi..!” You moan out, ass and pussy still clenching tight around him. He moans enjoying how you say his name before HISSing at the fact you were almost squeezing him too tight. Dabi refused to take his eyes off the area where your bodies joined, deeply engrossed by the way his cocks disappears to the hilt as he fucked your tight holes.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight little pet!” He exclaims excitedly, teeth to mark up your neck once again. Dabi hums in delight, hands roughly kneading your breasts. He tugs on your nipples craving the thought of wanting to know what your nipples would taste like against his tongue. Or even if he did so choose to breed you, how full, plump and ready you’d look -- all just for him.

Your vision blurs as the only thing on your mind is to relish in the pleasure you were receiving, hips riding back against his as you chase your climax. You were nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, not giving shit about him either. The all-consuming experience was successfully eating you up and you loved every second of it. If it meant being “his” pet, then so be it.

When he hits a certain angle in your holes, you shake as ecstasy shoots through our body. Your already breathier sighs and moans from your stolen breath now deepens into loud and sluttier sounds, your orgasm finally imminent. You start to babble not wanting nothing more than to finish on this dragon’s cocks.

“Please, please, Dabi-” You mewl. “Cum, need it.” You whine as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten, the slick running down your thighs aiding in the ability of letting him thrust within you.

Dabi shushes you as he grabs both of your elbows and holds you up himself. He uses you like a pussy pocket as he starts to chase his release as well, needing to finish inside you just as much as you wanted to finish on his cocks. “Gonna breed you, s’that what you want, pet? Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck I need you to cum in me..!” You moan out, feeling your stomach coil to signify the impending orgasm that is about to hit you. Without needing any further excuse he grips your arms impossibly tight as he pummels into you, his hips bruising your backside as he drives you over the edge.

With a final thrust, he bottoms out inside you, relishing in the feeling of emptying his semen. A deep growl reverberates in Dabi’s chest as he finishes, his muscles only relaxing when he starts to empty. He holds you in place as you have no other choice but to take his stuffing, the amount so copious it starts to spill from your openings.

Dabi slowly lets you go as he pulls out, cocks flaccid and messy. He bends you over to look at your creampied holes, hands spreading your cheeks to get an unobstructed view of it. He gives your pained cheek an appreciative smack, snorting when you groan in pain at the feeling. The dragon stands back up and yanks at your hair, the unnecessary action making you whip your head around to glare at him, only to be met with a proud grin with his sharp teeth on display.

“You’re mine now, pet.”

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December Christmas Monster stories

17.) Dragon x Knight

Nammot the male dragon falls for a brave male Knight and one thing leads to another. Hope ya'll enjoy, this was my first time writing dragon smut.

Warning: NSFW, grinding, cum, person covered in cum, dry cumming, cock humping, thigh fucking, no penetration sex, gay sex, sex with a dragon, large tounge licking human body, threats of death, meantions of eating humans, possessive dragon, let me know if I forgot any warnings.

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Word count 2751

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Snow fell around the caves entrance slowly blocking the way if not for Nammot’s fiery hot breath melting it all away each time he let out a heavy sigh. Not many knights would make the treacherous path up the steep hill let alone do it in the snow leaving Nammot rather bored waiting for anything of interest to happen. He wanted a knight to fight, to eat up in one bite and play with his shiny armor adding it to his collection. That is what he told himself, he was waiting for a knight yes but not just any knight. He was waiting for a knight who had called himself Percevale. 

Nammot was planning on eating him the first time they had met but instead of drawing his sword when he first laid eyes on the dragon he had greeted him and had even asked for his name. No knight had ever done that to him during his many years of terrorizing the villages and kingdom. It made Nommot pause his fire breath and think for a moment about it, he hadn’t said his own name in so long he had almost forgotten it completely. “Nammot you may call me but not for long little shiny one for you sure will be dead soon.” He had growled out, smoke pouring from his nostrils as he readied himself to hurl his fiery breath at him. “Nammot? A nice name. Does it mean anything?” The knight had asked, confusing him and once more causing him to stop the fire building up in his throat. “Pardon?” Nammot asked confused by the question. “Well my name means to pierce the veil, whatever that means. Names have meaning to it, what our parents hope us to do someday. Or for those who choose their own name it means the path they intend to take.” Percivale explained looking up at the dragon. “Seems your parents wanted you to see the dead.” He snorted sitting down on his hind legs, an action reminding Percivale of how a dog sits. “Heh my parents must have wanted me to be a grave keeper rather than a knight then.” Nammot was absolutely baffled hearing a knight actually laugh and make what seemed to be a joke to him. It was always screams or threats of death upon the king's orders. What kind of knight was he to not attack him but to be kind to him? It surely must have been a trap one he will not fall for. Standing back up he snarled as he for a third time readied his fire breath wanting to kill the knight for daring to make a fool of him thinking he could tick him. Seeing Pericivale reach for something he acquired his shoulder ready for the knight to draw his sword all the more ready to burn him to a crisp but all movements froze when the knight pulled out a small dragon carved from wood. “I made this for you. You always take things so I guessed maybe no one has given you anything before.” He explained holding the wooden dragon up for Nammot to see better and for a third time he cooled the fire in his throat and leaned in close to look at the small dragon held in Percival's gauntlet. His pupils dilated for a movement as he stared at his gift before turning back into slits as he leaned back. “Ahem your offering will suffice, I shall not kill you this time but if you come again I shall not be as kind.” Nammot sneered as he held out his large scaled paw for Pericivale to drop  the wooden item into.

The wooden dragon now sits on top of his hoard, his prized possession though he never admits it. Percivale came back again and again, each time with a gift for Nammot, each time Nammot said he would surely kill him the next time they met but never followed up with his threat. Between their meetings the longer Nammot waited the grumpier he got, he didn’t like waiting for his devoted follower as he liked to call him. Percivale liked to call him his friend, though Nammot would scoff at the words but never correct him about it. 

As the seasons changed to winter Nammot now waited for Percivale to visit him, growing more and more impatient. “This time I really will kill him if the cold doesn't do it before he gets here.” The moment Nammot had muttered those words he had regretted it. What if Percivale had really died and he just didn’t know him. The thought of losing his only friend struck his heart like a piercing arrow. This feeling only grew worse as the hours turned to days, still Percivale didn’t show. Nammot wallowed in his grief thinking his little knight was dead. That is until one day as Nammot was sprawled out letting out soft whimpers the sound of clanking footsteps froze him in his tracks. “Percivale?” He called sitting up staring at the entrance of the cave with baited breath but as the figure drew closer and made no sound Nammot grew worried it wasn’t him and some other knight had braved the mountain in the winter in hopes to catch the dragon off guard. Standing up Nammot readied his fire breath growling as his eyes narrowed.“Ah did the day finally come when you surely would kill me?” a voice called up, almost bringing Nammot to his knees. “Oh my knight!” He wailed out before clearing his throat trying to compose himself. “I mean oh it’s you… thought you were some other foolish knight here for me to feed upon.” Nammot said, puffing his chest out as he looked away. Percivale knew Nammot was embarrassed, he could read that dragon better than Nammot would have liked him to be able. “Ah yes of course, you must be starving with so few knights to eat. They’re all trying to avoid being out in the cold.” Percivale said with a shiver of his own. Smiling under his helmet he walked over to Nammot, not afraid of the dragon in the slightest and plopped down next to him. “What did you bring me this time, my devoted follower?” Nammot asked leaning his head in closer, he knew nothing of personal space and was almost pressing his large head against Percivales armored body. “Food.” He stated looking through the bag he had brought. “Dried meat, it lasts longer. Though with your size I would say this is more of a snack than a few days' meals as it would be for me.” Percivale laughed, taking out the large pouch of meats. Nammot opened his mouth in a silent demand for the knight to feed him. A demand Percivale followed with no second thought to it, just opening the bag and dumping the contents into the dragon's mouth. “Mind if I take my armor off? I worked up a sweat in the cold and now all my clothes are wet from it. It’s very unpleasant.” He started the long process of taking off all his armor, one Nammot nodded his head not caring at all. Dragons were always naked. Why would he care if a human was too? 

He found himself watching Pericivale undressing in the corner of his eye, he was trying to act like he didn’t care in the slightest but this had been the first time he had seen the knight take anything off past his helmet and Nammot was a curious dragon. Humans had such an interesting body. They were no dragon of course, such puny things but Nammot found himself admiring Percivales body. Turning his head to look at him better Nammot watched Percivale spread out his cold wet clothes onto the stones in the cave in hopes the dragons heat would dry them. He was unaware of the glowing eyes scanning each scar and blemish on his body as he moved around naked in the cave. 

A gush of cold winter air blew in from the cave's entrance causing Percivale to shiver as it bit at his exposed skin. That wouldn’t do, Nammot couldn’t have his devoted follower suffering from the cold. Letting out a displeased snort, Nammot swept his tail around Percivale pulling him in closer to his much larger body. He pretended he didn’t see the wide grin on Percivales face as he sat down leaning against Nammots stomach. It felt strange to him to have someone touching his weaker under belly. It was a great sign of trust for a dragon to show their underbellies let alone let someone be pressed against it but he had that trust for his little human. The two stayed like that for a few hours until Percivale drifted off to sleep curled up against Nammot. He watched the sleeping knight admiring eyes, how does a human like him feel so comfortable sleeping so close to a dragon? “Silly little human.” Nammot whispered, gently nuzzling his face against Perivicales, laying his head down, closing his eyes drifting off into a slumber of his own.

It was a peaceful rest until the sounds of quiet wimpers woke Nammot up. Lifting his head up he looked to Percivale with worry thinking he had hurt him by mistake in his sleep, gotten to careless and shifted his weight onto him crushing him, or maybe nicked him with one of his talons. Seeing Percivale was still in one piece with no crushed bones Nammot tilted his head and leaned him pressing his nose against his trembling form. Maybe he was cold, was that it? Nammot blew a small amount of his breath onto him hoping to warm his little devoted human. It didn’t stop the shivering or the whimpering much to his dismay. Frowning he gently nuzzled his nose against him. Sure enough that stopped the sounds that were causing Nammot distress. Sighing he relaxed and nuzzled him again as he slowly closed his eyes drifting back to sleep. His hot breath caressing Percivales body with exhale. After a while the hot careesses drew too much for Percivale, soft moans left his lips as his dreams turned from the earlier nightmares to sinful thoughts of desire. Nammot slipped into a lighter sleep state hearing the moans, he mistook them for the whimpers from earlier so to comfort his little human he nuzzled him again adding fuel to Percivales burning loins. He moaned much louder at that, waking the both of them almost immediately. Pulling back with wide eyes Percivale looked away, his face turning a bright shade of red as he did his best to hide his lower half. Nammot looked at him blinking a few times as the gears in his head started to turn, still a little slow about it until he finally took in the scent of his arousal. “Oh.” He said with a dry throat only able to let out the one word. “How indecent of you.” Nammot thought his teasing was clear but he froze when he noticed Percivales eyes had started to water at his words. His heart sank at the sight. Letting out a soft rumble Nammot pressed his nose to him nuzzling him once more. “I didn’t mean it like that silly little thing.” He hummed, sending vibrations throughout Percivales body. His tongue slithered out giving Percivale what was meant to be a comforting lick across his body, Percivale didn’t take it that way and moaned feeling the hot muscle drag up his body from stomach up to his chest coating him in drool. It wasn’t originally what Nammot was going for but it was an outcome he didn’t mind. His pretty little human made such lovely sounds. Wanting to draw out more he licked him again causing Percivale to gasp and writhe against the feeling. “What are you doing? Nammot stop it.” Percivale whined as his back arched. “If you wish it.” Nammot whispered, pulling back, he watched him with greedy eyes wanting to taste more of his flesh. Looking up at Nammot Percivale let out a soft whimper as he held eye contact with the dragon.“Do it again?” He whispered embarrassed by his words by controlled by his lust. Nammot smirked as he leaned back in pushing the knight's legs wide open with his nose as he stuck his tongue back up licking his crotch up to his neck causing Percivale to let out several gasps and whiny moans. The dragon let out a moan of his own, tasting the sweat on Percivales body. His skin tastes like sweet nectar and Nammot was almost tempted to take a bite but reframed himself from doing so. Letting out a moan Percivale pushed his hips up against Nammots tongue begging for more from the dragon. Leaning back Percivale noticed a shape to his side that wasn’t there before. Turning his head to get a better look his eyes widened seeing the dragons unsheathed cock. “By the gods I think that might be bigger than I am.” Percivale said in both shock and awe. 

“Do you like it?” The dragon asked with a cocky tone, the smell coming from Percivale already gave him his answer. Rolling onto his back Nammot stretched out showing off his cock. “I assume you know what to do.” He said as if it was obvious and Percivale should be able to read his mind. “What? No, no I don’t know what to do. I’ve never fucked a dragon before!” Percivale exclaimed geturing to Nammot and his cock causing the dragon to frown. He was hoping Percivale knew what to do, he hadn’t fucked a human before, he hadn’t the fantiest idea on how this could work. “Climb on top of me and grind against me, it’s why I was licking you duh.” Nammot stated as if it was a fact and not him pulling something out of thin air. Percivale let out a soft oh as he stared at the dragon's cock. Gulping he climbed up his hip and straddled Nammots monstrous cock the best he could. It was burning hot, almost too hot for Percivale but the moment his cock touched Nammots he let out a long moan. Holding onto the ridges of Nammots cock for support he started to move back and forth rubbing his thighs and cock against him to simulate them both at the same time. Percivale was worried at first he wasn’t doing a good enough job as he stared at the unmoving dragon. Nammot wasn’t making a single sound, not even blinking. Just breathing heavily as he watched him with unsatiated hunger. Moving faster Percivale let out a louder moan as his back arched. Still Nammot made not a single sound, he dared not to as he didn’t want to miss a single lewd sound Percivale made pleasuring himself on his burning cock. The sounds and sight of Percivale would be his most cherished treasure for all times, he knew that already. Feeling Percivale grow slower Nammot growled and grasped his waist in his clawed hand holding him as he rutted his hips against him taking control of the situation. “Keep those pretty legs wrapped around me.” He ordered letting out a moan. Percivale gladly followed orders and squeezed his legs against the dragon's cock. Nammot wasn’t sure how long this went on. By the time he had his fill of orgasms both his stomach and Percivale was covered in his sticky cum. Percivale was dazed and panting, his last three orgasms he had been cumming dry, completely spent and having lost track of them long ago. Letting out an over-stimulated whine Percivale looked to Nammot with tear soaked eyes, neither had realized he had been crying from the amount of pleasure he had been feeling. “I don’t have anything left in me.” He said almost pleading to Nammot who nodded his head in agreement. “Nor I.” The dragon said, lifting the knight up, setting him onto his chest. Percivale let out a soft whine but snuggled into him almost immediately. “Wouldn’t mind if this became a regular thing when I visit you.” He said letting out a winded laugh drawing a rumbling laugh from Nammot. “If this becomes a regular thing I don’t think I would let you out of my cave.” Having Percivale live there sounded rather good in that moment, Percivale silently agreed with it too, he could get used to living like this.

[petermorwood]

Sunday lunch, or - since what with one thing and another we ate closer to dinnertime, it might be more of a Sunday dinch. :->

It was Moroccan-style braised lamb shanks, and it was really good; after 24 hours or marination and about three hours of slow cooking, the lamb was literally off-the-bone edge-of-the-fork tender.

Because the spicing was so complex (though NB like most North African dishes, not hot) we went for a simple accompaniment, plain couscous with a few strips of home-made preserved lemon to balance the deep, rich flavours.

I also included a dab of harissa with mine, and a couple of pickled chillis for zing.

Meat and recipe both came from Irish on-line source James Whelan.

I think this would work well in a slow-cooker.

BTW, on-line recipes like this can change with the seasons, so I'm adding it below the cut.

*****

For a more fragrant and pungent dish, the lamb can be covered in clingfilm and marinated in the fridge for up to 24 hours to allow the spices to penetrate the meat. The accompanying couscous can be jazzed up with pistachio nuts and dried fruits.

Moroccan Style Braised Lamb Shanks – Printer Friendly Download

Ingredients

4 lamb shanks, well trimmed

1 tablesp. paprika

1 teasp. each ground coriander, cumin, cinnamon and turmeric

Sea salt and cracked black pepper

2 tablesp. olive oil

1 large onion, roughly chopped

2 garlic cloves, chopped

2½ cm piece peeled fresh root ginger, chopped

450ml chicken or lamb stock

2 x 400g cans chopped tomatoes

1 tablesp. clear honey

Squeeze of lemon juice

Serve with a bowl of couscous

Serves: 4

To Cook

Cooking Time: 2¾ hours

Preheat the oven to Gas Mark 3, 160ºC (325ºF).

Heat a large frying pan.

Mix together the paprika, coriander, cumin, cinnamon, turmeric and one teaspoon of pepper in a large bowl.

Add the lamb shanks and using your hands rub in the spices.

Add a little of the olive oil to the heated pan and quickly brown off two of the spiced lamb shanks.

Transfer to a casserole dish with a lid and repeat with the remaining lamb shanks.

Meanwhile, place the onion, garlic and ginger in a food processor or mini-blender and pulse until finely minced.

Add another tablespoon of the olive oil to the pan, then add the onion mixture and sauté for 3-4 minutes until well softened and coloured from the spices left in the bottom of the frying pan.

Pour a little of the stock into the pan, stirring to combine and then tip over the lamb shanks.

Add the remaining stock with the tomatoes and honey, stirring gently until evenly combined.

Cover with the lid and cook for 2-2½ hours until the lamb shanks are meltingly tender and the meat is ready to fall off the bone.

Add a squeeze of lemon juice and season to taste.

We hope you enjoyed reading this post by Pat Whelan of James Whelan Butchers. Pat is a 5th generation butcher, cook book author and the director of  James Whelan Butchers with shops in Clonmel, the Avoca Handweavers Rathcoole and Kilmacanogue, Dunnes Stores Cornelscourt, Rathmines and Swords in Dublin. 

[jakescaravel]

Lavender Shampoo

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 4,328

Warnings: Penetrative sex, oral sex: male and female receiving, fingering, cuddly sweet jake (I don’t think there’s really anything else this is very tame and very fluffy domestic sex)

Summary: Sweet domestic sex with lots of snuggles after <3

His sheets feel soft against your face. His pillow, smelling just like him, cradles your head and his blanket covers you, tucking you away into a world so perfect you wish to never leave. Nothing has ever felt as comfortable as his room. His posters on the walls of all his favorite bands, his desk covered in trinkets and papers, his leather bound notebook filled with a million unwritten songs and his drawings. They’re mostly of you, and the rest are flowers and trees and forests.

His big window looks out to the woods. The white curtains let a slight bit of light in, casting the room in an early morning glow, the kind where you can see the dust bunnies dancing in the air. And of course his guitars, propped up next to his closet resting on little stands. The tan colored acoustic that can sing songs so pretty your heart will melt at just the first note and Jake’s beloved. The one material object he loves as much as you. His first true love in this world. The guitar he controls. Makes whine and moan and sing with just the touch of a finger. His rock and roll sword.

This small space feels so much like him. Captures the essence so perfectly it’s like he’s right there laying with you. He hadn’t wanted to leave that morning. His alarm had gone off but he snoozed it and pulled you closer to him, completely ready to give up his obligations for the day and spend it with you instead. You had fallen back asleep too, just for a moment until you came to your senses and remembered his meeting with the band. So you forced yourself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and pulling him up too. He whined, begged you to come back to sleep, but he smiled in gratitude when you reminded him of his activities for the day.

“Always looking out for me, my sunshine.”

He had gotten up and made the two of you breakfast, just like every Saturday morning. Pancakes and pumpkin flavored coffee, with the syrup next to the pancakes not ontop. Then he had taken a quick shower and was out the door, leaving you waiting in his home until he returned.

Losing interest in your book, you stand walking over to where the guitars so gently rest. You pick up the acoustic, and sit back on the bed letting it sit in your arms. You smile to yourself thinking of all the hours he's spent in this very room teaching you his favorite chords and riffs. You’re no Jimi Hendrix but it was impossible not to gain some skill from his expert lessons. Your smile widens when you remember that you’re the only person he lets touch his guitars. Not even his own brothers, only you.

You pluck out a few notes, the beginning to Norwegian Wood by the beatles, an instant favorite between the two of you. The tips of your fingers burn ever so slightly with your lack of calluses but you play through it, knowing in a few minutes the numbness will take the pain away.

You lay back into the comfortable bed, letting your mind wander with thoughts of Jake. His smile, his hair, his smell, his strong arms and back, his talent, but most importantly, the way he looks at you. Like you’re the only woman that’s ever existed. The way he worships you, god. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The feeling of the person you love, above anyone else, loving you right back, even harder if that was possible.

Your hands pluck mindlessly at the strings and your mind drifts farther south, thinking about the way he acts when you're coming undone beneath him. Your eyelids droop closed ready to play that perfect scene in your head and at that exact moment, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You place the guitar back in its corner and click open your phone.

A text from Jake.

Jake

Hey, did you get some sleep after I left?

You

No i’m just chilling reading, and trying to play guitar lol

Jake

Aw i'm sorry you didn’t get more sleep :( I wish I could have stayed with you. I miss you.

You

I miss you too, how’s the meeting?

Jake

Horribly boring. All I'm thinking about is you, you’re sweet smile. 😘

You smile at his words, the simple praise never getting old. He texts back before you have a chance to respond.

Jake

When I get home can I have you? That’s all I'm thinking about love, it’s killing me.

Your thighs clench together at his change of tone. Memories flash through your mind of the countless times he has had you, treated you like royalty, like a goddess. Then the times he’s made you cum over and over again, fucking you deep into the mattress. But the thought of him fucking you sweet and gentle has always been you’re favorite.

You

You can always have me Jake, you know that, I love you.

Jake

I know, I just needed to hear you say it ;) I love you too baby, I’ll be home in a few hours, think you can wait that long?

You

Oh I don’t know Jakey, might have to take care of some things myself waiting for you 😉

You bite your lip waiting for his response as the three dots pop up on the screen. They disappear for a moment before reappearing.

Jake

Wait for me, please?

Oh

The simple unapologetic begging, asking for what he wants with such innocence and desire. The way he knows you’ll comply but he just wants to say it anyways, to make sure you know he wants you and you only.

You

Yes but hurry!!

You laugh and put your phone on the bed, returning to the guitar but the screen lights up again.

You open it to see a gif from Jake. A little bunny attacked the other with kisses and hugs, the hearts surrounding them. You blush and sigh before tucking your phone away.

-

You lay in bed, wrapped up in his robe, his towel in your hair after your shower. The “5 minutes away” text sits in your phone and you wait impatiently for the sound of the door opening downstairs. You don’t bother to change back into your clothes… there’s no point.

Finally, you hear the key in the lock and the metal handle twisting. The door opens and closes and you hear the faint sound of a bag being placed on the table. His voice bellows from below.

“Hey baby i’m home! I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick and then I'll be up!”

“Okay!” You yell back, surpressing the excited squeal that so badly wants to come out.

You quickly glance to the mirror, pulling the towel off revealing your still damp hair. You push it back and shake it out until it’s falling nicely down your shoulders.

Just a minute later the bedroom door opens and there he is, a huge smile lighting up his whole face and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. Your heart leaps out of your chest as he steps forward and wordlessly extends his hands to you.

Your heart breaks just a little and you swallow back the lump in your throat forming as you take the flowers. He watches you with such love as you smell them, taking in their sweet scent.

“Jakeyyy” you whine, climbing closer so he can wrap his arms around you bringing you in for a kiss.

His strong hands find their way around your waist holding you steadily against him as he kisses your forehead. The touch of his lips so gentle your heart flutters.

“These are so beautiful, you didn’t have to do that!”

“I wanted to, I was walking back to the car from the meeting and the road was covered with them, so I picked all the ones that reminded me of you” He places a kiss on your lips. He looks back at you with his big puppy dog eyes, smiling, waiting excitedly for your reaction.

“You picked these for me?” You ask, tears once again threatening to make an appearance.

“Yeah! Thought you’d like them!” He smiles again, his perfect teeth practically sparking along with his eyes. Without exchanging any words, you wrap your arms tighter around his back, your face resting gently on his chest and he holds you right back. All the words you want to say, exchanged just by the simple touch.

“I see you’re wearing my robe.” He giggles and you look up to see his perfect face smiling back at you.

“It’s so comfy, smells like you too.”

“I know. It looks better on you too. But you know, I can’t help but imagine what it would look like off.”

He smirks and you blush against his chest. Your heartbeat pounds in your chest as you lean back just enough to pull the string until the fuzzy cloth falls from your shoulders. His mouth parts ever so slightly before drawing his lips between his teeth. His eyes rake over your chest looking at you like you’re in a renaissance painting, a goddess of beauty.

“You’re so beautiful y/n, so so pretty.”

You smile and stand on the bed to remove the rest of the robe. His eyes travel with you as the robe falls onto the sheets. Without breaking his eyes away, he tosses it to the floor as his hands find your waist pulling you into him. He kisses your stomach, his grib on your waist tightening as his lips travel downward.

He breaks away and looks up at you. “Can I taste you? You smell so sweet.”

His light touch, along with words and his glimmering eyes, create an ache between your legs and a wild heartbeat thumping in your chest.

“Yes. Please Jake.” You whine.

He helps you step down and settle back into the pillows, making sure you’re comfortable. His eyes travel over the length of your body as he takes off his sweater. It’s your turn to watch him as he takes off his shirt, revealing his smooth chest. You giggle at the sight of him, so perfect it doesn’t even make sense.

He crawls onto the bed, stopping his face right before your closed legs. His hands trace over the tops of your thighs, reveling in their smoothness. He gently grabs under your thighs, pushing them apart, exposing you to him. He brings his face only inches away from your center, kissing the inside of your thigh. You embarrass the vulnerability, feeling so comfortable and safe with him.

“You’re perfect.” He breathes, looking up to meet your eyes before kissing you once again.

You clench around nothing, desperate for some kind of sensation, his simple praise spurring you on.

He notices. “Look at her. I think she’s ready for me.” He smirks, still holding back from giving you what you want. The cockiness mixed with his warmth breath hovering right above you makes you squirm on top of the sheets.

“Please Jake, touch me.” You whine, unable to wait another second with lips only inches away from you.

He nods his head and grants your wish, pulling his tongue so gently through your folds. Your head falls back into the pillow with a sigh, the awaited feeling being so perfect.

“Look at me sunshine, wanna see your pretty face.”

You force your eyes open, watching as his perfect lips wrap around your clit through a sly smile. He sucks you in, lapping his tongue over you once, then twice.

A choked moan escapes you and his fingers find your entrance, just one finger teasing it. You push your hips closer, desperate to feel any part of him inside you. He shakes his head slowly, lips still wrapped around your clit, the feeling becoming almost overwhelming.

His tongue finds your entrance, collecting the pooling liquid before bringing it back up to draw small circles around your clit.

“Jakeee fuc-k, feels so good, so fucking good.”

“I know, I know sweetheart, just sit there pretty and let me get you there.”

You mod your head, letting his sweet praise swim through your mind. Finally his finger pushes into you at a tantalizingly slow pace as your hips buck up off the bed, his perfect tongue still licking over your swollen clit. You clench around the single digit, wishing it was his cock instead, wishing for the stinging stretch and the weight of it inside you.

“Jakey.” You say through a breathless moan.

“Yes love?”

“I want you, right now. Please, let me have it.”

His lips curl into a smile. “Anything for you, my sunshine.”

He sits back up, drawing his belt through the buckle and pulling his black jeans from his body. His dark blue boxers show the outline of his perfectly hardened cock, making your mouth practically water at the sight of it. He watches you watch him as his hand palms over his length, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before returning them back to you.

You sit up, crawling to meet him on the edge of the bed. You search his eyes as your hands tuck under the hem of his boxers. He sucks in a breath, holding it, as you pull them down his body. His cock springs free, bobbing in front of your face. The sight of it, lush and pink, waiting hot and ready, fuck it sets you wild.

You take it in your hand, pumping up and down before bringing your lips to the pink tip. You take him in your mouth, just a little bit, swirling your tongue around it. A breathy moan escapes him, his sweet sounds filling your ears and sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

He lets you lick over him, just for a minute, unable to tear himself away from the pleasure of your soft lips before leaning down to kiss them. You kiss him back, parting your lips to let his tongue slip past. He helps you settle back into the pillows as he deepens the kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His lips travel to your neck, nipping at the skin right under your ear.

“You’re so sweet, how are you so pretty y/n?” His soft giggle tugs at your heart strings. His hand finds your chest, his knuckles brushing past your nipple and his hand kneading into the soft skin. His mouth finds the other, drawing the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around. You groan into him, pushing your chest further into his mouth until he breaks away. You whine in protest but he shushes you through a smile.

“Don’t you want me baby?”

“Yes please Jake, please.”

“No need to beg, although you sound so cute when you do, you know I'll give you whatever you want.” He winks, stealing your heart once again.

And with that he brings himself to your entrance, quickly brushing the tip through your wet folds, pushing it against your clit. Your body tenses up at the feeling, a choked out moan escaping your lips.

“Relax for me love.” His sweet voice flows through your ears like smoke and you melt into the mattress as his other hand cups your cheek. You let his thumb push into your mouth, you swipe your tongue across it as he pushes his cock a few inches into you.

The slight pressure mixed with the overwhelming pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks. You both sigh at the feeling. Not even all the way inside you get but still feeling so so good. He steadies himself, pushing further into you little by little taking care to go slow and gentle. You smile at the welcomed stretch, reminding yourself to relax as he bottoms out. When he does, his body falls forward before catching himself, his brow furrowed in pleasure as he braces himself against you. He places his hand on your stomach, pushing him deeper into you.

You close your eyes and let yourself feel him inside you. How perfect he is, like your bodies were meant exactly for each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces. How lucky are you that you get to feel his cock whenever you please? That he knows exactly how to touch you and make you fall apart. You let yourself worship him a little in your mind, just the knowledge of it being him that fills you up so nicely, being enough to drag you further along.

He pulls out gently before pushing back in, even deeper. He hits that spot, tucked away so perfectly inside you and you whine his name into the otherwise quiet room.

“I know, I know, you feel so fucking good.. I- fuck.” He chokes out, eyes still closed as he draws back just to push into you once more. He picks up a comfortable slow pace, hitting you deep inside with every stroke. Your slick starts to coat him allowing him to move faster, the lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of you making him even harder.

He gazes into your eyes as he does so, loving you in more ways than one with his gentle sparkling eyes as he brings you closer and closer. His soft thumb drifts over your swollen clit and presses it in. His smile widens watching your hips jolt at the sensation. He drops his finger down meeting where your bodies meet to collect some of the moisture before returning it back to your bundle of nerves.

He begins tracing small circles over you, his eyes glued to where he touches you. He bites his lip as he works you, unable to control the soft moans that bubble out of him with every thrust. The way he sounds when he's buried so deep inside you paired with his feather light touch and his pounding cock threaten to pull you down under.

He moves his hand to wrap under your thighs for a stronger hold, pulling your body across the bed and using your legs as leveredge to drive into you even harder. His own sighs of pleasure mixed with yours fill the room along with your cries of his name as his hips snap into you.

“Baby.. you feel too good, i’m gonna c-cum..” He squeezes his eyes shut, his hips faltering as his hand returns to tease your clit. Your head tilts back at the pleasure and you're able to choke out, “me too, i'm there.”

In a few seconds, Jake’s breathing quickens and the sounds he makes become more desperate and blissful. You feel his cum shoot inside of you pulling you into your own orgasm. Your thighs attempt to clench together as your orgasm runs its course. You yell out his name into the room as your body jerks and spasms feeling on fire with pleasure.

Every slow thrust prolongs the feeling until he slows down to a stopping point to let you catch your breath. You tilt your head back relaxing into the mattress as your legs finally calm down.

“You’re a dream, a fucking dream” he says as he leans over you placing a kiss to your stomach. You muster up the strength to lean up to look at him. His beautiful brown eyes meet yours and you smile together. For one perfect minute, the two of you just stare at each other, living together in the post orgasm world, the love from each of you pouring into the other.

“I’m gonna pull out okay?”

You nod and he pulls out leaving you feeling much more empty inside.

“Wait right there, pretty girl, I'll be back in a second.” He winks again and leaves, returning just as soon as he said with a small washcloth and a cup of water. You scoot back to lean into the pillows as he cleans you up with the washcloth.

You never thought you would ever be with someone this perfect. Someone who could take such good care of you in every way, but there he was with a huge smile on his face doing just that.

He tosses the small rag into the laundry bin and climbs onto the bed handing you the glass of water. You take a sip feeling the relief of the cool liquid down your throat. You offer him a sip which he takes before returning the cup to the nightstand. He climbs off the bed again to rustle around in one of his drawers before pulling out two pairs of boxers. He slides one onto himself and tosses you the other. You catch it in the air and slide it onto your own body.

“I’m wiped out.” He chuckles.

“Me too, that was amazing though.”

“It was, it always is, every time.” He’s right. Every time it's almost more perfect than the last, the love between you too only growing. He crawls across the bed to meet you, laying down next to you with a huff.

“Should we watch something?”

“Ohh yeah good idea! What should we watch?” You ask, grabbing the laptop from the night stand and turning it on.

“Hmmm game of thrones?”

You think for a moment, wanting to finish the next episode of your show but also not feeling up to that level of concentration.

“Maybe something that requires less attention? I’m just super tired. How about the office?”

“Y/n I love you so fucking much.” He brings his lips to you, kissing all over your face as you giggle and melt into his side. He wraps his arms around you squeezing you tight before planting one more kiss to your forehead.

You pull up the office and press play on a random episode. You lay the computer on the bed sideways so you can see it while laying down. He turns to lean over your shoulder to watch the screen, spooning you with one arm under your head and the other loosely draped over your side. You lay your head on your arm next to his and tuck his other arm under yours. His legs tangle with yours and his hand traces over your bare chest eliciting a laugh from you.

“Trying for round two Jakey?”

“No they're just so soft, comfortable to grab onto it all.”

“Well then, be my guest.” You laugh again as his hand cups around you massaging the skin lightly. The casual contact gives you butterflies but you welcome it along with the safety you feel laying in his arms.

The show plays in the background but you would bet money that he also wasn’t paying much attention to it. You feel his nose poking your neck and he nuzzles it into you, tickling you in the process. You giggle and turn your head back so he can kiss your cheek. He kisses your neck and below your ear. As you both settle, you swear you can feel a slight intake of air behind you and the sound of someone breathing in heavily. Almost as if he’s smelling your hair…

Your heart melts at the thought and right then he confirms it, “did you use that lavender shampoo?”

“Hmm” you reply.

“Smells really good.”

You hum again as he takes another whiff, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. A few minutes of silence pass as the show keeps playing. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and when you turn back, Jake's eyes are closed and his mouth parted every so slightly.

You take a moment to look at him. How soft and gentle he looks, how peaceful and innocent, how his hair falls around his face and how his smooth lips move when he breathes.

It's moments like these where you feel so in love with him it almost hurts. Where you feel like it's only the two of you that exist. Where you feel like you could marry him, and have kids, and spend the rest of your lives together. You think back to all the times he's brought it up, sharing with you his perfect dreams for your future together.

“We’ll get married in Michigan. We’ll find a beautiful creek with a big rock on the bank. We’ll stand on that big rock together, but don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. And you look beautiful in white with a white flower crown, and your hair will be down, blowing in the wind. Our families can watch from the other side of the creek. And then after, we can jump in the water and take a hike just the two of us down to where the water runs into a little pond. And we'll go swimming in our wedding clothing because who cares right? We’re in love! And the sun will set and everything will be cast in a beautiful orange light. And I’ll kiss you and it'll be perfect. Then, we move into a big house, wherever you want, as long as it's near the woods. And we'll have two kids, an older girl and a younger brother, because you know, he's gonna need her. And they'll look just like you and we'll raise them to be so kind, and we’ll be playing music all the time. And I'll teach them both guitar but we'll have all the instruments in the house. A nice big grand piano, a bass and heck even a drum set! And Josh can come over and give them voice lessons. And we'll have two dogs and two cats so they can all be friends, and the kids will love them and we’ll love them and we’ll love the kids. But most importantly, I will love you. I’ll love you forever and ever and maybe if I'm really lucky, you’ll love me back.”

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[anystalker707]

Jealous? Me?

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x [gender-neutral, afab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Jealous sex Tags: Transmasc friendly / Dom-Sub undertones / Penetration / Strap game / Bottom law !

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          You sat on the bed in the cabin, with your back against the wall, messing with a paper you’d found on the bedside table. It had nothing important nor special, but anything counted if there wasn’t an opening for a talk. He noticed it, certainly, Law was a smart guy, though he was also awful at talking about anything that involved feelings, whether they were his or not. Obviously, he put some effort into it when it came to you, and it still wasn’t any easier.

Law tried not to look a lot at you. He glanced around the cabin, restless, trying to find something to do after placing his sword down and leaving his hat on the desk. The desk, bedside table, adjusting the poster on the wall. None of it really worked. Eventually, he slowly let out a breath and stripped down to his boxer shorts to get ready for bed and sat down next to you. As much as he tried to rethink every single little thing he’d done that day, Law just couldn’t figure out what exactly made you act like that. It was a normal day at an island, restocking and chilling around a little. He had even been around you for most of the time.

Okay. There needed to be a first step, right? Law rested his head on your shoulder—or at least tried to, meeting the mattress instead. “Babe,” he sighed, bottom lip sticking out a little, as he crossed his arms. No answer. He raised his eyebrows a little, thinking for a moment. “Come on.”

“I can’t believe this still happens,” you sighed as you put the paper away and looked at Law. “Every single time, you’re always letting someone hit on you. Last time, it was that guy at the open market when we were buying food, but today, it was that woman at the docks. Like, I know you don’t flirt back or even think about anyone else, but can’t you at least push them away? It was obnoxious watching her shove her tits into your face while you just sat there. Are you dead or something?”

Well, Law did seem dead, to some degree. You couldn’t help but find it a little funny when he looked up at you with his droopy eyes, dark circles under them—your face didn’t mirror your thoughts, though.

“I’m sorry.” Law pressed his lips together. “You know that I just don’t care. It’s not like they know me or they’re going to kiss me or anything. Does it even matter?”

You narrowed your eyes at Law; he furrowed his eyebrows, looking up for a moment before he sat up, slowly exhaling. Despite your attempts to pull away, he still wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“What I’m trying to say is that they’re unimportant. I only have eyes for you,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder.

“At least be a little more considerate because I hate watching this happen,” you sighed, rolling the paper up to smack Law’s head then put it away again.

“Ouch,” he groaned, scrunching his nose. “You know you’re the only one who gets to touch me, to kiss me, to see my bed hair, to see me all skrunkly whenever sleep-deprived… The only one who gets cuddles, love, this body, kisses,” he continued listing, observing your face carefully—his heart fluttered at the smallest sign of a smile on your face. “But I will try to be more attentive about it. For you, babe.”

A sigh escaped your lips, and Law felt your shoulder relaxing under his head. “Okay.” You nodded, looking at him. “But I still expect you to make up for it. Come on, Law.” The fact you said his name instead of a pet name made him look at you again, pausing as he met your gaze. “Did you even remember my existence after that woman in the docks started flirting with you? I bet all you think about now are her tits, with the way she kept shoving it in your face. You barely talked to me after that. You only approached me now, and…”

“Stop being so dramatic!” Law groaned as he threw a leg over and straddled your lap, facing you. “You know how bad I am with this stuff, and you kept avoiding me!” His palms pressed both of your cheeks together as he looked at you in the eyes. “What was I supposed to do, hm? I was thinking about you all the time!”

You crossed your arms over your chest with a scoff. “Untrue.”

Law’s eyebrows knitted together, and he pouted again. “I only have eyes for you. I literally have a tattoo with your name, pictures of you everywhere, I take you everywhere. What else do you need?” He wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you close, and you wanted to laugh at his growing desperation.

Of course, he loved you. Protecting you was always Law’s first reaction whenever some danger approached, and he needed to spend at least a certain amount of time with you during the day, or else he’d get extremely clingy. Not to mention the small things he did, like making sure you were always eating properly or drinking enough water, always knowing when you needed hugs or space.

“You’re so fake!” You clicked your tongue, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his collarbone—his hands rested on your back with the change. “You don’t even like me, Trafalgar, you just use me because there’s no one else for you in the sub!”

Law felt like dying. He knew it was playful banter, but there was a bottom of truth, and he didn’t know what to do right now to get that off your mind. Whatever he had to say turned into a gasp once you started nipping on his collarbones instead of just kissing, also making your way up his neck. A soft groan escaped his lips as he leaned his head back, and the new kisses up his throat made him groan again.

“Goddammit, (y/n),” he sighed.

The soft touches on his back made Law shiver, feeling your fingers trace down his spine gently, eventually slipping into his boxers—he swallowed dryly as he kept still, despite the frustration once your hand pulled away.

“I hate you.” Law rubbed the back of your neck, humming at how your lips sucked a mark into the side of his neck.

“I know,” you chuckled as you leaned back and looked at him. “If you didn’t hate me, you wouldn’t be letting anyone else hit on you like that!”

Law’s eyes widened as he glared at you, clicking his tongue. That was getting ridiculous. “I’m yours,” he said with a nod. “I’m all yours. Only yours. Your property, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, and whatever else you want.” His face fell as you chuckled more, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. You were insufferable, but he loved you so much it hurt.

“You’re so cute when you’re desperate like that,” you chuckled, but you were shut up by a kiss this time. Despite the initial lack of reaction, you slowly kissed Law back.

The soft kisses started gaining urgency in no time—Law’s teeth tugged on your lips before he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first opportunity you got. Fuck, it made you groan. Your hands tightened around his waist, and Law finally felt like he was getting somewhere.

“Stop being so annoying,” Law breathed against your lips. “You’re lucky that I love you.”

You eyed him with a smirk, shaking your head a little. “Do you, though?” Before there was any interruption, you shifted your positions, making Law fall back on the mattress. “Whatever. I think it’s about time I give you a little reminder about who you belong to.”

Law perked up a little at the same time his cheeks burned, and he had to close his eyes for a moment. “I’m not against that.”

“Of course you aren’t.”

It didn’t take long for you to undress, get the box from the wardrobe, and get the strap-on ready, but it felt like an eternity for Law as he buried his face into the pillow he hugged, also undressed. He was thankful you couldn’t see his cock under him because he was afraid he’d started leaking already just from the pressure of the occasion.

The mattress shifting around him brought Law back to reality. He lifted his head as he felt you straddle the back of his thighs, and the soft kisses pressed between his shoulder blades eased part of the anxiety. With a soft hum, he closed his eyes and rested his head against the pillow again, sideways this time. He loved the way you touched him, so careful and loving. Your fingertips traced the tattoos on his back, going down to his tramp stamp—your thumbs pressed to it so nicely, rubbing circles into the skin. He moaned at something as simple as that.

“Stretch?” You asked, receiving a hum of denial in response. It rushed things a little.

The lube was cold, eventually warming up as you spread it evenly over your fingers. Your thumb held Law’s ass cheek to the side and exposed his waiting hole; he gasped, tensing up under you once two of your fingers pressed to his entrance. In soft circles, they traced his hole, spreading the lube before starting to push in. Law let out a sound that was muffled against the pillow, clenching tightly.

You didn’t take long—since Law didn’t need you to stretch him first, you didn’t bother lingering around sensitive spots or curling your fingers up inside him, only spreading the lube generously. The strap’s dildo was next.

Law visibly tensed up a little as he felt you shifting, but he didn’t move. A knee sank into the bed beside each of Law’s thighs, and there was an elbow by his side before he felt the toy press to his entrance. He moaned, pressing his eyes shut as he felt your cock slowly push in, stretching him so nicely as his walls accommodated around it, and his back arched a little bit once he felt it start pressing to his sensitive spots. It felt so good.

“Fuck,” you whispered, letting your other elbow sink into the bed as well, now that you didn’t need to guide the toy into him anymore. Your chest pressed to Law’s back, feeling it rise with his breathing, which easily fell out of pace as you started moving your hips.

The first thrust was shallow, barely having anything moving, but it helped you adjust your position to find enough support to make things easier. Law hissed as he felt you slowly build a pace, his fingers wrapping around the pillow as his cock twitched between him and the mattress. He could relax according to how his body got used to the new pleasure, burying the lower half of his face into the pillow, muffling his moans.

“Still thinking about someone else?” You breathed into Law’s ear, your voice carrying that bitter tone that agonized him so fucking much. “Or did you remember who’s your actual partner, hm?” A gasp came from Law as your hips snapped particularly sharply, pressing to a sensitive spot inside him. “You must like making me jealous,” you sighed.

His will to protest was practically useless—whatever you did to him, it took away Law’s capability of forming a proper train of thought, only allowing him to focus on how good you made him feel. The best he could do was groan in a tone that mixed pleasure and complaint, and he was sure it only amused you.

A trail of kisses was left along Law’s shoulder, sometimes interrupted by soft nipping. Your lips felt so nice, hot against his skin, adding to the pleasure that only you could ever give him. The thrusts became a little more intense, not exactly faster, as you bit down on his shoulder; Law arched his back with it, moaning.

You reached deep inside him, making him feel so deliciously full, so good. His fingers sank into the pillow again, holding it tightly to himself.

It took you a while, slowly removing an elbow from the mattress and slowly stabilizing yourself so that you could reach a hand up to Law’s face. He was a little confused but gasped at feeling your fingers pushing into his mouth, two of them, forcing their way in as your palm pressed to his cheek. He was forced to stop burying his face into the soft fabric of the pillow, letting his moans shamefully fill the room along with your unsteady breathing and the occasional squelching sound.

“Ahhh,” Law groaned, unable to say anything even if he wanted to. Drool started running down the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to disappear for a moment—he felt embarrassed at the same time he felt stupidly good.

Maybe he lost track of time for a moment. His mind started getting fuzzier at some point, the corners of his vision blackening out, his cock aching as it throbbed, all somehow turning him on even more. Reality came back to him with the way you groaned, shifting a little behind him, and his tongue was already hanging out of his mouth at this point.

You were probably aware of how it made him feel and felt proud of it. Your thrusts kept going, fucking Law so nicely, keeping that angle that made his back arch more and his moans grow a pitch higher.

“What’s it?” You whispered, lips grazing the shell of his ear. Hell, the way you regretted not getting a vibrator or something inside yourself before. He was such a mess under you… It made you feel so hot, unfortunately unattended; the eventual friction of the back of the strap-on against you didn’t even count.

“I hope the next time someone is hitting on you, you actually remember how nice I fuck you. Maybe that’ll help instead,” you said sharply.

Law would never admit it, but he loved it when you’d change roles with him and take charge like that, muttering loving or cruel words to him, riding or fucking him—he was a sucker for it. He knew some things that would often trigger this change, and one of them was jealousy. No, he never made you jealous on purpose, but whenever he noticed your bad mood towards him was due to jealousy, his cock already throbbed in his pants.

The moans that slipped from Law’s lips grew each time louder according to how his orgasm approached, forming that familiar tingling sensation in the base of his stomach. His mouth ached a little from the way your fingers tugged on it, but maybe he enjoyed pain.

Law’s cum made a hot and sticky mess that’d require a change of bedsheets later, shot between himself and the mattress as he kept being fucked through his high, and even after. He whimpered, gasping for air at the edge of overstimulation that was quickly replaced by the awful feeling of nothingness at the same time your hand let go of him. He clenched around nothing as you pulled your cock out of him, arching his back then curling up a little while whimpering more. Too much to process. You were making him go crazy.

“Fuck,” you whispered, pulling back to take the strap off, no matter how messy it was. “My time now, right?” You kissed the back of Law’s neck and pressed a hand to his back. “I hope you didn’t forget me again.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[allzelemonz]

A Test: Slade Wilson X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, power dynamics, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, forced masturbation, hand job, anal fingering, left unsatisfied, voyeurism, first time anal penetration Summary: During the usual sparring session of your training Slade gives an unexpected order.

Learning under Slade is not easy. Constant training, lacking privacy, overwhelming expectations. But you signed up for it. Still, your body aches from sparring, your head hurts from keeping up with tactics, nothing is ever rested and well. Everything is a constant test. Including now, dead center of the training room with fresh bruises all over your skin and sweat soaking through your clothes. For a moment you think you’ve misheard him because you’re so tired, but he’s just standing there waiting for you to follow orders.

“What did you say?”

Slade crosses his arms, looking down at you like you’re some little insect. “Play with yourself.” He repeats.

“I… w-what?” You stumble over thoughts.

Slade steps forward, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing enough to make your knees bend in an effort to relieve the pressure. “Get on your knees, pull out your dick, and play with yourself until I say you can stop. Understand, kid?”

Before you can manage an answer, he pushes you down. You land hard on your knees and feel the shock all through your body. Slade takes a step back, crossing his arms and looking down expectantly. He’s tested many things before and this is just another. Something about commitment or loyalty or some other value he expects of his protégés but doesn’t bother with in return. And there will be consequences if you don’t comply or if you fail, there always are.

Your hands tremble as you move them to your pants, fingers finding the button. Slade picked the gear you train in, heavy cargo pants so you’re ready for the Deathstroke armor in the field. At the moment you’re just thankful it has a zipper so you don’t have to pull anything down. Him seeing your dick is humiliating enough.

Trying not to look at him, trying to forget he’s there, you follow your orders. You bring your hand up to your mouth and spit, then lower it down and fish out your flaccid dick, holding it firmly and starting to stroke. The cold air feels odd, the burning gaze on your head is worse. No matter what you think of, no matter where you look, you know Slade is there watching. His orders were to continue until he said to stop, and knowing Slade he’ll make you stop just before you’re about to finish. So, in a way, you’re kind of glad you can’t get hard.

Slade doesn’t share the sentiment.

“Pants off.”

His voice makes you jump and you dare not look up at him for fear of upsetting him. He must be in a mood today given the pain you now feel in your ribs from sparring just moments ago. Best not to do anything that could make that worse. So you follow orders, tugging your pants down and kicking your boots off before returning to your kneeling spot on the floor.

Just as you’re about to continue, Slade speaks. “Look at me, kid.”

Humiliated, heat in your cheeks, and bare from the waist down, you look up at your mentor. For a moment you wonder what it would be like if you’d been chosen by Batman or Green Arrow instead, men with mercy. But Slade’s cutting eyes slice those thoughts like his swords do people.

“You’re mine, kid.” He says, showing nothing but sternness in all of his expression. “Every piece of you belongs to me.”

“Yes, sir.” You breathe out, mind still trying to make sense of this test but still knowing how he likes your responses.

“So when I tell you to fuck yourself, I mean it.” Slade’s eyes look over you for a moment before they float back to your own. “Both ends, boy.”

Your heart drops, air choking itself in your throat. You’ve never done that, always been too scared to. “Slade, I—“

“Fingers in your mouth first, I’ll teach you.”

Your mouth opens slightly, no sound coming out despite effort to protest. The looming idea of what Slade might do in the face of disobedience with this new context open, you raise your hand and timidly suck on a few fingers.

“That’s a good boy.” Slade chuckles. “Get them nice and coated then reach around and feel. You’ll know it when you find it.”

For a moment the image of Slade doing this to himself crosses your mind because how else would he know how to do it? 

Slowly, you pull your fingers from your mouth. For a moment you eye the way they shine in the light, then you follow orders. It feels humiliating, but that’s probably what Slade wants. Killing, dying, pain, are all easy but embarrassment is hard to take, especially in front of a superior. Your fingers slide along skin, poking between cheeks until they brush against a spot that makes you sit up straight. Your spine tingles and you can hear Slade chuckling but you keep your eyes fixed on the floor. Carefully, you poke around and manage to push a finger inside of yourself for the first time. You grit your teeth, not wanting to show weakness of any kind in front of Slade.

“Both ends, kid.” Slade scolds.

You will your other hand to stroke again, the dual sensations becoming overwhelming quickly. It hurts to fuck yourself on your fingers but there’s little tingles of pleasure in there when you push deep enough and with the new sensation, you dick finally starts to harden.

“Stop.”

You freeze, looking up at Slade with trembling muscles and twitching hands. Finally turned on and he makes you stop.

“Take a cold shower and don’t touch yourself for a month.”

He doesn’t say more, just turns and leaves you alone in the room with your dick in your hand and skin hot with need that you’re not allowed.

[ladykissingfish]

*Sasori carrying a very drunk Deidara to bed* Sasori: Whew ... you absolutely reek of alcohol, brat. How many times have I told you not to drink past your limits? Deidara, slurring: Art has no limit, Sasori my maaaaan. Sasori: You getting piss drunk is not "art". And speaking of piss, you better not wet my bed or I WILL murder you in your sleep. *lays him down* Deidara: Sasoooori! Hey, hey, did you know your name means "scorpion"? Why don't ya penetrate me with your stinger, hmmm? Sasori: I'll penetrate your heart with a sword if you don't shut up and go to bed, Deidara. Deidara: Sounds like music when you say my name, lover. I love you by the way. Love love love. I want to have sixty of your brats. Did I tell you I love you? Sasori: Mm, you mentioned it. *carefully tucks Deidara in* Now sleep. Deidara: Not ‘til you say you love me too ~ Sasori: *groans* Fine, fine … I love you too, you annoying idiot. *kisses Deidara’s forehead* Now close your eyes and rest. I’ll be sitting here reading and I’ll keep an eye on you. Deidara: Danna keeps me sooo safe. Hey, when we gonna get married? Sasori: If you be a good boy and go to sleep right now, I'll wed you tomorrow. Okay? Deidara, happily: Okay!! Goodnight, hm! *passes out* Sasori: Oh thank God ... *the next day, in the kitchen* Kisame, molding cookie dough with his hands: Goodness, last night was a long ride. I'm glad that Itachi has such fun when he goes out with Dei and Hidan, but trying to handle him when he's drunk is certainly a challenge. Sasori: I know what you mean; Dei is the same way. Kisame: Took me forever to get Itachi to go to sleep, he kept fighting me on it. Eventually I had to promise I'd make him cookies today, and he went right out. *slides a sheet pan of cookies into the oven* Sasori: *chuckles* I'm lucky that Deidara never remembers what I promise him the next day. Otherwise I'd probably be in some real trouble. He -- *Deidara enters the room, wearing a long white dress, with extremely hungover Hidan and Itachi in suits next to him* Deidara: Well, come on, Sasori ... hurry and get dressed! Nagato says he's ready to officiate for us whenever we're ready, hm! Hidan, squinting against the overhead light: And make it quick, puppet-dick; it's bright as hell in here! Itachi: And after we can all have some of the cookies Kisame is making me. Chocolate chip and peanut butter, right? Kisame: Yes, dear. Sasori:

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Moon Knight and Deadpool

Warnings/Triggers: Deadpool is a trigger himself, blood, violence, strong language, mention of cancer, mention of DID and abuse, Marc and Steven don't know about Jake yet.

Marc and Steven were on their usual patrol when Khonshu informed them of a nearby fight. Moon Knight jumped off a high building, using his cape to fly towards the location, already hearing the sounds of gun shooting and some shouting.

"Marc Spector and Steven Grant, I sense someone else being there." they heard Khonshu say.

"Who? Someone innocent?"

"No. Someone's fighting against them."

When Moon Knight arrived, he was met with some gang members involved in a fight with a man in a red suit and a mask, his back was already penetrated with some knives and the guy in the red suit was taking them out swiftly with his pistols and swords. Moon Knight couldn't act fast enough as the last member was stabbed in his chest and fell to the ground.

"Hey, who are you?" Moon Knight spoke up.

Deadpool turned, seeing the white hero standing not far from him.

"Oh! You wanted to take part in this? If you showed up earlier, I would have been nice enough to let you take out some."

"You didn't answer my question." Moon Knight answered, his voice more firm now.

"I'm Deadpool. And you must be a mummy man with those creepy ass white eyes."

Deadpool swiped his bloody sword off on a dead guy's shoulder to clean it and moved his hands to his back to try and get the knives out.

Moon Knight sighed at this clumsy guy, that's when Marc heard Steven speak.

*Hey Marc, shouldn't we help him out?*

Marc looked back at Deadpool, who was seriously struggling to get the last knife out that was stuck right in the middle of his spine.

"Need some help there?"

Deadpool turned. "Yes, can you pull it out?"

Deadpool made his way over, Moon Knight put one hand on his shoulder to steady him and pulled the knife out with his other hand, not minding the blood spurting out.

"Got a tight grip there, mummy." Deadpool said calmly, turning back around to face him.

"I'm Moon Knight."

"Moon Knight? Who the heck came up with that?"

Moon Knight didn't say anything.

Deadpool leaned in a bit closer "I see, you're a quiet one. Someone with a few words." he patted his shoulder.

"And you seem to not mind having knives in your back."

Deadpool pulled back again. "Well, I have regeneration ability. And I've had worse things let's say, 'inserted into my body'." he giggled.

"Was nice meeting you, Deadpool. But I have some business to attend to." Moon Knight said, turning around to get ready to leave.

"Wait!" Deadpool jogged over, leaning in. "Who do you work for?"

Moon Knight let out an annoyed sigh. "None of your business, kid."

Deadpool let out a gasp and put his hands on his chest, "Come on! Aren't we super hero buddies now?"

"No."

"Fuck, are you always this grumpy?"

Deadpool could see Moon Knight's glowing eyes narrow but he kept pushing his luck.

"Oh, and my real name is Wade. Just Wade, and yours?" He extended his hand for a handshake.

"Just Moon Knight." he grabbed Deadpool's hand and squeezed so hard that some bones were already cracking, making Deadpool wince.

"Okay okay, chill the fuck out, Moony!"

Moon Knight let go of Deadpool's hand. "Mind your own business."

Deadpool looked up at him, holding his numb hand. "Come on, give us a chance! We can be a good team."

"Stay out of my way, pool."

"Aw, see you already like me." Deadpool teased, moving to walk beside Moon Knight when they heard vehicles approaching them.

"Looks like those stupid fucks never give up." Deadpool cursed.

"I deal with them." Moon Knight said, pulling out his crescent darts, throwing them at the drivers. Deadpool moved in, slashing and stabbing the ones who came out of the cars.

The fight didn't last long, the two made quick work of the bad guys.

Moon Knight retrieved his darts, looking at Deadpool who had a knife stuck in his head. "You got a knife in your head."

"I know, but thanks for noticing." Deadpool said in a warm, friendly tone before pulling it out.

Deadpool saw Moon Knight about to walk away and catched up to walk beside him. "We make a good team, don't we?" he turned his head to look at Moon Knight.

"Stop looking at me like you just fell in love with me."

"And what if I did?"

"I'm straight."

"I meant as friends, stop thinking with your dick!"

"Could say the same about you, pool."

"You're no fun."

"Good." Moon Knight looked up to a building, seeing Khonshu standing there, "Now go home." he jumped ontop of a car, to a roof and headed for Khonshu.

"Who was that, Marc?" Khonshu asked, looking into the distance.

"I don't know, but I hope he stays out of our way. Got something else?"

"No, the filth tonight is dealt with." Khonshu said before he disappeared, leaving Marc and Steven to get some rest. Marc made his way back home, to get some sleep.

The next day went by pretty fast as usual and Marc was strolling around the city. He passed a store, looking inside for a second, that's when he saw the cashier getting held at gun point. Marc held his position, looking for a way to get inside unnoticed. In the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking towards the entrance of the store. Taking a closer look, Marc saw the red suit, it was Deadpool.

Deadpool didn't shy away, pulling his gun out and shot the guy with the gun in his kneecap.

"Didn't your mom tell you to be nice to people? Where are your manners!"

The guy dropped to the ground, holding his bleeding knee, crying out in pain and dropping the gun.

Meanwhile Marc cursed under his breath, quickly summoning his Moon Knight suit and rushing inside.

"Hey! Deadpool, don't kill that guy!"

Deadpool whipped around, "Moony!! I knew you'd come."

The guy on the ground reached out for the gun, when suddenly a foot came crushing down on his hand.

"Bad! Now don't make me break your other hand, alright? Sorry if you're right handed." It was Deadpool, who now picked up the pistol.

Moon Knight turned to the cashier, an older woman who was curled into a ball in the corner.

"Hey, Ma'am, everything is okay." Moon Knight said gently, moving to press the silent alarm and carefully helping the woman to stand up. "Deadpool, tie that guy up until the police arrives."

"I hope you're into bondage, bad guy." Deadpool said, pulling some zip ties from one of his pockets, pushing the guy on his stomach with his hands behind his back and tied them up. "There you go. Get comfy before the cops get here."

Deadpool grabbed a nearby permanent marker and wrote 'I suck ;)' on that guy's forehead before he went out to Moon Knight, who was still comforting the woman.

"Did you take care of him?" He asked, turning to look at the guy, seeing the writing on his head.

Deadpool looked proud of himself, even with his mask on, his hands on his hips.

Moon Knight turned back to Deadpool, his white glowing eyes were hodded as if he was unimpressed or annoyed. "Are you kidding me?"

Deadpool giggled, clapping his hands "Yes. It suits him though. Now he's ready for prison."

Slowly, the police sirens could be heard in the distance.

"The police is coming, they will take care of everything else now." Moon Knight assured the woman, who thanked him in return.

"That's my partner, Moon Knight." Deadpool chimed in, earning a scowl from Moon Knight as he went to walk away.

"Come on! You act like a boomer! Where's your sense of humor?" Deadpool asked, walking beside Moon Knight again.

"You could have gotten someone killed!" Moon Knight growled.

"I'm a professional, you just have to trust in my abilities, glowey eye."

Moon Knight grumbled in response but he didn't push Deadpool away. Deadpool walked contendly next to Moon Knight, he wanted to break the silence but choose not to and kept walking in silence.

"Hey Moon Knight?" Deadpool began speaking softly, not wanting to annoy him.

"Yeah?" Moon Knight's voice was neutral.

"Can I get to know your name? I mean it's only fair since I told you mine."

Moon Knight thought for a second, debating whether he should or not.

"Marc. My name's Marc." He said softly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Marc." Deadpool nodded.

"You too, Wade."

Deadpool gasped, a bit surprised that Marc had remembered his name. "You remembered! You didn't forget!"

"Easy, don't piss your rainbow panties, Wade." Marc mused.

"So what's your story? How did you became a hero? Or let's say, anti-hero?" Wade asked, feeling more comfortable now.

"That's a long story..." Marc trailed off.

"Oh I understand. Wanna hear mine?" Deadpool asked.

"Sure." Marc agreed, he gestured towards a nearby bench and sat down. Deadpool took a seat next to him.

"So," Deadpool began "I was a normal dude, had a wife...but I was diagnosed with cancer."

Marc listened intently.

"And one day, a doctor reached out to me, he said he could cure my cancer." Wade paused. "I accepted, and he started."

"No complications?" Marc asked through the silence.

"This son of a bitch was torturing me every wake moment, he injected something. That shit caused my skin to get damaged,"

Marc kept silent.

"My cells mutated and they started regenerating, keeping my cancer at bay. One day, I broke out, slaughtered my way to the doctor and got my revenge."

"I'm sorry, Wade." Marc said softly.

"I got used to it. Now I'm looking like a cheap Freddy Krueger."

"You got burned?" Marc asked.

"It was the liquid he pumped into me. Wanna see my face? But don't faint."

Marc scoffed but nodded.

Wade reached for his neck, pulling the bits of the material out and removed his mask, showing his severe skin irritation.

"That's me." He smiled.

"It's not that bad, Wade."

"Aw, really? That makes me happy." Wade's smile widened. "Wanna tell your story?"

Marc hesistatet for a moment before answering. "Well I have DID."

Wade nodded undestandingly "How many?"

"One I know about yet." Marc decided to remove the Moon Knight hood and mask to reveal his face.

Wade's eyes widened "Oh hi there, handsome." he grinned "By the way, what's your other identity called?"

"Steven. Steven Grant, but he's sleeping right now."

"One question, how did your DID lead to get you this cool suit?"

"It's complicated..." Marc sighed.

"I'm a very good listener." Wade smiled warmly, crossing one leg over the other and put both hands under his chin.

Marc took a deep breath. "I had a brother once, we were in a cave while it was raining, the water was rising, I tried to save him but..." Marc paused. "My brother died. My mother gave me the fault for everything, blamed me. And she hit me, she abused me..." Marc's voice lowered.

"Is that where you developed the condition?"

"Yeah," Marc nodded "It just happened, I created Steven to cope with the abuse."

"Shit, I'm so sorry man. Your dad?"

"My dad tried everything to make me happy, but even he couldn't achieve it..."

"What happened after that?" Wade asked in a soft tone.

"As soon as I was old enough I went to the military for a couple of years, then left, became mercenary."

Wade sniffled.

Marc continued. "My old boss assigned me to a group to invade a dig site in Cairo for some quick money. But he and the squad betrayed me, they killed everyone and wanted to kill me."

"Oh shit."

Marc nodded "Yeah. I crawled towards an old tomb or grave of the god Khonshu. I was ready to just end myself, but I heard Khonshu's voice, offering a deal."

"So that's how you got the suit?"

"Yeah." Marc looked away for a second before he heard a wet sniffling. He turned back to Wade, who was blinking.

"Don't mind me." He smiled, turning to look away and rub his eyes.

"You crying?"

"My eyes are sweating." Wade defended before he scooted closer to Marc.

"Uh, Wade?"

"It's okay Marc. Come here." Wade leaned in and hugged Marc.

"Wade, you don't have to-"

"It's okay, let it out, big guy." Wade himself wasn't sure if he was talking to Marc or himself.

"Calm down, Wade." Marc patted his back and Wade pulled back.

"Sorry, I get carried away sometimes." Wade chuckled.

"It's okay."

"Is there a chance I get to meet Steven?" Wade asked sweetly, almost like a school girl.

"If you want, but he's asleep."

Wade and Marc decided to call it a night and left for their homes.

The next day, Marc and Wade met at a quiet spot, where Marc would introduce Steven to Wade. Wade was already there, in the distance he could see someone in a white suit and a mask similar to Moon Knight approach.

He called out and waved at Deadpool. "Wade?"

"Marc? Steven?" He called back.

"Hiya! Steven here!"

Wade noticed the British accent Steven had. "You're British? That's so cool!"

"Charming." Steven removed his suit.

"Oh shit, for a second there I thought you were naked underneath the suit."

"No, it summons around us." Steven stopped infront of Wade.

Wade extended his hand "Oooh, around you? I bet it feels nice."

Steven furrowed. "Sorry, around our clothes." He shook Wade's hand.

"Thank god you didn't break my hand like Marc did." Wade chuckled.

"Nah, Marc's the tougher one, I'm the more sweeter one."

"I see. I already think you're the non violent one."

Steven shrugged and Wade leaned close to him.

"Wanna go do some justice? Kill some bad guys?"

"Khonshu hasn't told us there is anything."

"Oh Steven, we will find some." Wade nudged his shoulder.

Wade and Steven patrolled the streets, and a couple hours later, Steven heard Khonshu's voice. "Steven Grant, there are violent worms nearby, be careful."

"Alright. Wade, Khonshu told me there's some bad guys nearby."

"Finally some action!"

Steven and Wade were soon faced with a group of violent people, they encycled the two. "Look at those two dipshits."

"Who are you calling dipshits, you sacks of living shit?"

"Whoa, Deadpool." Steven said surprised.

"Don't worry sweet Steven."

Deadpool was the first to attack, punching at one of the attackers. Steven pulled his two batons out, throwing one at another guy's head and moved to punch the other.

At one point, Steven got jumped on by three attackers, one on each side, holding his arms in place as the third was ready to stab him. Steven had to surrender the body to Marc, who swiftly freed his arms, grabbed the knife and sliced them all in their thighs. Marc stood above one younger man, who was crawling backwards against a wall. Marc still had the knife in his hand, he was about to throw it away when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, he instantly turned, the hand holding the knife stabbing the person in the ribs before he saw who it was.

"Oops."

"You stabbed me!"

"You sneaked up on me, idiotpool!"

"But you know how to hit those sweet spots, Moon guy."

Marc scoffed, ripping the knife out of Deadpool before throwing it away.

Deadpool squatted down to the younger guy, grabbing his hair. "You like ambushing innocent people, huh?"

The guy winced. "I didn't want to hurt anyone!"

"Deadpool! Let him go!" Marc growled.

"Not until he swears to never do that shit again!" Deadpool argued.

Marc didn't wanted any of Deadpool's bullshit, he grabbed him by the throat and slammed him onto the wall.

"Oh Marc, your hands are so strong, I bet you're good with them." Deadpool winked.

Marc looked around, spotting a loose pipe and threw Deadpool down on it, the pipe had penetrated through his back but that didn't seem to impress him.

"Come on, man!"

Marc looked back at the young guy, "If I ever catch you hurting innocent people again..." he trailed off, leaving the threat in the air. The guy immediately got up and ran away.

"Aw, you let him go?"

"I'm not killing if it can be avoided, idiot."

"Me too! I was just scaring that guy!"

Marc just scoffed.

"Hey Marc."

"What?"

"How about you search yourself a girl and get laid! Maybe that helps with your grumpiness."

"Doesn't help, maybe you do it instead." Marc backfired.

"Hey can you please let Steven out, atleast he's nice."

Marc growled before he surrendered the body back to Steven, the Moon Knight suit switching to Mr. Knight.

"Oi, you're being quite mean here, Wade."

Deadpool beamed. "Steven! I'm so glad you're back!"

Deadpool lifted himself up from the pipe and picked the dropped baton from Steven up.

"Here, I wanted to give it to Marc before he fucking stabbed me." He tilted his head sweetly.

"Thanks, mate."

Deadpool looked around at the passed out attackers and the weapons laying around.

"Come on, Steven. Let's just leave."

Both of them walked away, leaving the scene behind.

"Since we're a team now, should we consider choosing a name for us?" Deadpool asked.

"A name? Because we're partners now?"

"Yes. Something like Poolknight! Or Poolmoon! Okay that sounds edgy as fuck."

"Mate, we don't need a name, just Moon Knight and Deadpool will do."

"But our own unique name would sound so cool! Besides, deep, very deep inside, you know you want it too, Steven."

"You're a pig, Wade."

"Did you just call me pig?! That was so cute Steven!"

Steven removed his mask and couldn't help but smile.

Deadpool moved to walk behind Steven, leaning his head beside his and softly grabbed Steven's chin.

"You have a babyface, Steven!" Deadpool looked straight ahead. "If someone hurts Steven then I will hunt them down."

"You don't have to do that, Wade." Steven chuckled.

Deadpool pulled away and continued walking beside Steven. After a while of walking, Deadpool had an idea.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Steven! I have it, I know how our name is going to be!"

"Yeah? What's it gonna be?" Steven asked, somewhat curious.

Deadpool stepped infront of Steven, gesturing with his hands as he said;

"Moonpool."

"Sorry wot?"

"Come on Steven, say it with me. Moonpool."

Meanwhile inside Steven's headspace, Marc chimed in

*Oh my god, he's so done.*

"Yeah he is."

Deadpool snapped his head at Steven. "Was that Marc? What did he say?"

Steven shrugged, "He said you're so messed up."

"Thanks, Marc you peanut."

"If you think Marc is mean then wait until you meet Khonshu."

"A god is worse than Marc? Oh shit, that's a clear no no."

"Trust me, Marc can be a sweetheart, but if you mess with him he's a nightmare." Steven chuckled.

"Yeah I felt that." Deadpool joked. Feeling bolt, Deadpool slung an arm around Steven. "No homo, Steven, but I love you."

"You're a cool dude, Wade." Steven laughed.

Deadpool leaned close to Steven's ear, "Hey Marc. Steven said I'm cool, do you think I'm cool?"

"I suggest you don't bother Marc. Because if he says he's gonna whoop your butt, then he will do it."

*Steven, tell idiotpool he's okay.*

"Wade, Marc says you're okay."

Deadpool beamed. "Every bad guy better watch out! We are Moonpool!"

"Whoa wait, we didn't agree-"

"You'll get used to it Steven. You will come to love it."

"But-" Steven wanted to argue, but Deadpool gently shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"Sshh, Moonpool!"

[muffinsin]

Just read the ask about dimi sisters admiring from afar. Enjoyed it a lot! As always, great writing. The last lines for dani caught my attention.

I read it over and over then thought to myself “well, what if Dani had a knight! s/o that was originally sent to slay her?” But of course, upon the knight facing her they come to see that Dani is no real monster and decide to “slay” her in a different way. Knight! s/o sent to pierce the heart of the beast only to “pierce” her else where (g!p knight).

Ooooo yes, Daniela deserves herself a knight ;) this has been a WIP for too long🙇‍♀️

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Castle Dimitrescu.

You’ve heard so much about this place already, the terrors it holds within, the poor, screaming and crying, kicking and mewling victims dragged to its entrance never to be seen again.

The many crying, bruised women dragged away.

It is said, the men are tortured and killed. Dehumanized and destroyed, torn apart.

It is said, the women suffer a fate worse than death. It is said, they are taken. Some, to be enslaved. “Employed”. Others are kidnapped to become wine, or to serve as walking livestock.

The grand castle- the place of horror, blood and death. The place that holds monsters, it is said. Is it true? Ah, you are about to find out, it seems.

Indeed, monsters of all kinds are said to roam its halls and cellars, such as the one you are sent to kill.

Daniela Dimitrescu.

Accordingly, a siren. A bloodthirsty monster. A manipulator, a liar. A thief and the goddess of torture and pain, of deception and corruption.

It is said, she takes and enslaves, and those that are taken never return.

You wonder about her, you’ve received painfully little information about her.

Red hair, bloodied face, black dress, green gemstone in her choker necklace. It’s all the input you have to recognise her.

You wonder, will her face be young and beautiful? Ready to corrupt souls? Or will she be a hag, ready to put a spell on you?

You decide, there is only one way to find out.

The path to the iron doors that lead into the castle is stony, and bloody. It’s where victims are dragged inside, you realise.

You grip your sword a little tighter as you unsheathe it. You have the feeling, you’re going to need it.

You sigh…there is but one way inside. You know you will need to fight your way through.

Your muscles ache as you advance through the castle, blood- partly yours and partly that of the undead roaming the halls- smeared alongside your body.

At last, it seems, you have ventured far enough to hear the siren’s voice.

“There you are!”, she says, as though relieved.

You don’t see her, for a mere moment, and gasp when suddenly a woman manifests in front of you, made from by far too many bugs.

You don’t have time to get a good look at your attacker, nor to prepare yourself and strategise, for a sickle is already swung your way.

She crackles and giggles, as if in delight when you block her sickle with the steel adorning your arm.

“I can feel your heart beating for me!”, she says, loud and cheerful. Is this Daniela? The flashes of red hair suggest so.

You can’t get a look at her, not really, with the amount of flies and weapons being flung around.

You flinch back when the sickle gets uncomfortably close to your face, so much so you feel it graze your helmet.

When you attempt to push her back, you are only met with flies and thin air.

“My beautiful knight!”, she hums, and for a moment it looks like she’s spinning around excitedly.

You gasp when she throws herself against you next, her sharp nails attempting to penetrate the armor. They merely leave scratches, though it gives you a good scare.

You attempt to swing your blade at her, but it seems to go right through her.

This only makes her giggle again. “Naughty knight”, she scolds playfully. You can’t help but worry, will she be your doom?

Is she the monster you cannot slay? Have you accepted a bounty for the impossible?

Her sickle attempts to attack your armoured leg now. Thankfully, the blade cannot penetrate the steel but you know, it will leave a nasty bruise.

When you kick forwards, hoping to make the monster stumble and fall, she merely avoids your kicks again.

This seems futile! And yet, that is about to change.

You hiss when you’re backed up again, against a wooden pillar and a button. Your back presses it as your body is pushed against it, and both of you look upwards at a loud noise.

First golden eyes, then yours, mostly hidden by the helmet, widen when the large window at the ceiling opens up.

Suddenly, the creature in front of you screams.

You back away almost instinctively, expecting an ugly mutation such as the ones you have encountered in the past.

But no mutation comes. Quite the opposite, even. She screams loud at the wind that hits her, and you see the flies she seems to be made of drop to the ground.

She’s gasping and shrieking, her hood turning to a lighter colour as she holds her arms up to her face. The fabric of her dress turns to a lighter colour, too.

Flies drop from her, and fall dead to the floor.

Oh?

This is your chance to strike at last, it seems. Both of you know this.

“No you don’t!”, you curse, your gloved fingers grabbing her arm as she attempts to run. You hear the sickening sound of bugs being squashed under you, and feel a little odd as you grip her.

No longer can this monster avoid your attacks. She seems to be in a relatively mortal body, now.

Unsurprisingly, she swings back around, her sickle hitting your armoured shoulder, to no avail.

Again, you are sure it will bruise, but at the very least the sharp blade can’t penetrate you.

Daniela screams as a sword is raised to her neck, and gasps when she falls back against the floor as you push her arm easily.

Fear flashes in her eyes. “You’ll kill me!”, she gasps, as though shocked.

She’s crawling backwards now, as though unsure where to go. Upon attempting to lunge for her sickle, you step onto the blade harshly just as her fingers tighten around it.

Wide, fearful eyes look at you.

She gasps when you kick the sickle from her easily, and quickly draws back her hand. Is that a whimper you’re hearing?

Your eyes widen when she opens up her mouth, a loud call coming from her lips. You can’t have her bring any more monsters to you!

“Cassan-EE!”, she shrieks when you step closer to her, and immediately backs up again. This time, you don’t grant her the space and quickly, with a yank of her black tights- covered ankle, she is back below you, eyes wide and fearful.

She flinches when you dig your sword and dagger into the wooden ground next to her neck, creating an X shape right at her throat. She’s unable to move, should she not want the blades to cut into her.

You notice, flies are still dripping to the floor, yet find yourself frowning underneath your helmet as you look up at her face.

She’s crying. And she doesn’t look older than perhaps her mid twenties. Her eyes are an unnatural shade gold, yet you see the light green colour peeking through.

Makeup adorns her face, smeared and smudged, running down her cheeks with the wet tears that come from her eyes.

She has a button nose and round cheeks. Blood covers her mouth and chin.

She’s trembling beneath you, and you notice how petite the woman is. She doesn’t stand a chance against a fight with you like this, without the support of her flies.

And she knows this too.

Yet, with this woman eying you so fearfully, you can’t help but wonder- how is she this monster?

She was calling for someone- for help? It’s a painfully human thing to do. No other monster you have encountered screamed for help from someone.

Then, of course, there were her words. “You’ll kill me!”, spoken so shocked and breathless you can’t help but wonder: has this been a game to her prior to her injuries?

She eyes you, fearful, yet curious.

“What do you want?”, she asks. Her voice is soft, but shaky. She’s scared of you, but doesn’t dare raise her hands to the swords trapping her in place.

Mother has warned her of the outsiders, after all. She doesn’t want to die!

Truthfully- you have no idea what you want. You feel betrayed, set up. You feel as though she has been betrayed. Someone set up this contract on her, claiming she is a monster to be slain.

You know, she isn’t. She is undoubtedly a killer, yet, you can’t bring yourself to see the beautifully petite and fearful woman as a monster. Not by your standards.

“I don’t want to die! Take whatever you want!”, she cries out suddenly when you shift a little.

You’re hovering above her, and you notice, she is desperately trying to find your eyes through the gap of your helmet.

Perhaps, what you are about to do is foolish….

Golden eyes find yours when you tug the helmet off, and she flinches yet again when you drop it next to her, just at her hips.

“You’re…”, she doesn’t dare finish her sentence. She doesn’t dare speak her thoughts. Why is she still alive, if not because you love her? She knows, this can’t be right though. Cassandra has told her over and over again- outsiders do not fall for monsters such as her, and even if they did, they would never do Daniela right and meet their demise anyway.

You quirk an eyebrow and she lightly turns her head, just enough to avoid your eyes without getting cut.

Neither of you realise the window is closed again, even as Daniela doesn’t feel the sting of the cold anymore.

You can’t help but stare at the woman below you. She’s beautiful.

Siren

The word- the warning- echoes in your mind. But she is no witch putting you under a spell. She’s a woman, a beautiful, beautiful woman, that looks up at you all too curiously and desperately.

Can this truly be the monster everyone has talked about? This playful woman?

Have you been fooled? Or is she the one fooling you?

Daniela flinches when you take the dagger from the floor and throw it in the corner. She watches with wide eyes, a small smile dares slip to her lips.

“You’re pretty…”, she finishes her thought from moments ago. You can’t help but smile at her. She’s blushing at her small confession.

Daniela’s cheek is bright pink and warm when you cup it. She watches you pull the glove from your hand, then touch her cheek again.

“You’re so- soft”, you breathe out. She’s so beautiful and pliable under you, breathing heavily and blushing sweetly.

“I-“, she gasps breathlessly when her head is turned.

Daniela bites her lip when the sword is removed too and attached to your belt again.

You now notice too, that the window is shut. As she notices this, a large grin spreads on her lips.

For a moment you fear this is the end, when bugs surround you and throw you backwards and her sickle presses against your throat.

She’s on top of you, giggling and urging you to tilt your head sideways. Yet, when you expect her to dig her teeth inside your unprotected flesh and serve you a painful death, you gasp when you instead feel soft lips press a gentle kiss to them.

“I won!”, she claims eagerly. Her golden eyes are set on you, and you gasp in surprise when she takes your hand in hers boldly. “I won! You lost! That was fun!”, she giggles. “I think, I’ll still let you kiss me though. Don’t you think I deserve a reward too, my love?”, she hums, almost dreamily.

My love?

Reward?

So this truly is just a playful game to her?

You can’t help but bite your lip at her. After all…there is a beautiful woman sitting on top of you. And you’ve slain so many real monsters in the castle- mindless, rotten corpses- surely you couldn’t be blamed for having a little bit of fun?

You reach up and gently grasp her soft hair, using your grip to pull her down yet again. “Get me out of all this armour, pretty girl”, you whisper, and smile when she squeaks at the petname.

With her face adorably flushed, her gloved hands work on undoing pieces of your fit.

You can’t help but smile fondly at the flustered, blushing woman that just sometimes catches your eyes and smiles eagerly.

How could someone mistake this woman for a monster? Even with the blood around her lips? Maybe you should know better. Maybe you already do.

Daniela is no monster, you settle on. She’s just- different. There’s more to being a monster than killing- you of all people should know.

She’s eager in her movements, and smiles when all the armor is off and you’re left in a tight, brown cloth and undergarments.

As she straddles you again, she squeaks and you laugh. Her thick behind presses up right against your visible bulge, and it’s making her turn her head adorably in confusion.

“Think you can still take it, princess?”, you hum. For a second, you see raw desire flash in her eyes. It seems, your newfound redhead enjoys the nickname given to her.

You groan and throw your head back as she begins moving her hips again, her gloved hands on your shoulders and her clothed ass rubbing up against you.

“God…yes..!”, you groan, your hand coming up to cup her adorably round ass. She arches her back on top of you, her hair framing her face beautifully as she thrusts her hips.

Little, sweet moans pass her blood coated lips as she grinds down on you, a fierce blush on her cheeks. You almost laugh at the situation; you’ve come to find a monster, discovered a princess, and are now about to fuck her like a slut. The thought amuses you.

She giggles when you pull her forwards and hums as, at last, your lips meet hers. You cringe slightly at the metallic, bloody flavour that coats them, yet taste the sweetness underneath. Her mouth is sweet, as though she’s eaten candy recently.

You wouldn’t be surprised if she did.

Daniela’s grinding harder against you, her tongue easily dominated by yours and her hands groping your hips and chest eagerly. You realise, she’s desperate.

The poor thing has been deprived of human contact in so long, it’s no surprise she’s this eager now.

Still, you wish to see how naughty the redhead on top of you is.

Daniela gasps when you tug on her dress, yet eagerly removes it within seconds. More and more of smooth, soft skin, pale and thick, is revealed. She blushes as her pink, perky breasts and nipples stand bare for you and you immediately raise your hands to them.

You can’t help but smile filthily at her large chest, and feel your cock ache with the desire to thrust between her round breasts.

Daniela gasps when you flip the two of you, your hands next to her head, strong arms flexing as you hold yourself up. She looks up at you, adorably wide eyes, a ring of gold surrounding the black.

She grasps at the brown cloth, and you eagerly allow her to tear it off you. Instead, you have other matters to attend to, after all. Such as her large, soft breasts. You cup one of them in your hand, squeezing and squeezing a light squeak from her. You squeeze it in your hand, and as you lean down and suck it, another moan and gasp is pulled from her.

It seems, being locked in such a big castle for who knows how long has made your princess adorably sensitive and needy. You can’t help but smirk at the thought, as well as the thought to claim and ruin the woman for everybody else.

Already you imagine how tight she must be for you.

You feel her tight, soaked panties against your undergarments when the brown garment is finally torn from your body, and nearly throw your head back at the sensation of her soft, thick southern lips pressed against you whenever you grind down hard enough.

She squirms, and moans, her fingers grasping first your arm before they move up and she settles on scratching alongside your back instead.

The soft flesh of her breasts spills from between your fingers, her back arching when you suck again.

Daniela gasps when you move up again, tugging her and pushing her over the small cart stacking books.

You can’t help but smirk filthily as you pull on the waistband of her tight, black panties, and slowly reveal her soaking entrance.

“Mhmmm, please, my Knight”, she begs, her cheeks flushed when you spread her legs wider. You put your index and middle finger on one juicy lip each, then, much to Daniela’s embarrassment, pull them apart and expose her entirely to you.

She keens and shakes her hips a little as you spread her southern lips, her wet core leaking creamy arousal already. You lick your lips at the mere sight.

Wetness drips from her like honey, and her hips buck shakily against the cart when your warm breath hits her thighs.

A gasp is pulled from her again when you prod at her entrance, your fingertip grazing her entrance and your tongue sliding across her clit.

“Mghmm! Y-Yes! Yes, my sweet!”

You chuckle a little. Her taste lingers on your tongue and you hum at how delicious the woman in front of you is.

Your cock aches painfully as you begin to suck at her clit and your index finger pushes deep inside of her. She shivers and mewls, her stance widening to allow you to move properly between her slim thighs.

You hum against her soft pussy when a second finger pushes inside of her. Again, Daniela gasps and moans softly. Her little groans and shivers really do a number on you.

You thrust your fingers fast, her sweet scent filling your nose and her delicious taste in your mouth.

“H-H-AAh, yes, y-yes!”, she moans, her beautiful face flushed and her fingertips gripping the cart tightly. The poor thing is panting and gasping, unused to such a rough pace.

When you curl your fingers inside of her, Daniela slaps her hand over her lips. She turns her head for a moment, as though worried her sisters will come to check up on her. Thankfully, this isn’t the case. They seem to be busy with the free roaming moroaica, still.

Her moans, her taste, her feel makes your cock ache hard. You know, you can’t last much longer. She’s so enticing, seducing you and luring you to bury yourself inside of her already.

You decide, you can wait only a little longer.

You hear her muffled moans and slurred words when you lick against her. Your tongue moves fast, up and down, sideways along her sensitive clit. The poor little bud is bright pink and sensitive for you.

Using your free hand you grip her hip and pull her closer against you, her round ass pushed up against you and her quivering thighs by your head.

“Y-yes mhnnng, f-fu-aack! Fuck! Yes!”, she moans, her moans increasing in volume and frequency.

Daniela grips the cart tightly as she feels her orgasm rising within her already. You treat her so well.

Alas, when you feel her tighten around your pumping fingers, you can’t hold back. You feel as though you’re getting blue balls from all this holding back and waiting!

“Hgnn, n-no!”, she gasps, her voice cracking a little as you move your fingers out and pull away from her aching clit. You lick your lips at the mere sight of her.

Creamy arousal drips from her and sticks to your fingers. Sweet, and slightly salty when you lick it off you. Daniela’s head spins as she turns to you and catches the action.

She watches you pull down your underwear, her lip sucked to her mouth and trapped between her teeth when she eyes the cock standing erect between your legs and the large, heavy balls capable of holding enough cum to fill her up entirely.

The thought nearly makes her dizzy. Poor, inexperienced Daniela can’t stop ogling the dangling cock between your legs, her cunt tightening around nothing at the mere sight and the thought of you fucking her with it.

It’s been ages since she’s had one. Ages since she’s found a lost little villager or explorer bearing such a thing. She wonders- will it feel similar to the maid’s fingers? Will it compare to the few toys she knows and has access to? Will it stretch her? It looks nearly monstrous in size.

You bite your lip in return as you step closer to her again, a laugh ripping from your throat when you slap your cock against her round ass cheeks and she jumps a little.

“Think you can take it, my little princess?”, you coo. You reach forwards and caress her hair for a mere moment, before tucking it behind her ear. The woman’s flushed face is on display when she turns her head, golden eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed a little.

She wants you- no, she needs you.

How could you make such a pretty thing wait? You can’t, you decide.

Daniela groans when you make her cup her ass for you and spread her legs a little wider, allowing you to see her pussy properly as you push your thick head against it.

Immediately, Daniela’s eyes widen a little.

“It won’t fi-a-AH!”

You groan as you push the head instead, her lips parted adorably and her head bobbing forwards. She grabs the cart again, her fingertips digging into the covers of the books beneath her.

“Sssh”, my beautiful songbird, we’ve got quite a bit more to go”, you whisper back, a hand sliding from her ass and up her back. Again, you grip her hair, gentle at first.

You start thrusting slowly, back and forth, each time making her accept more of you inside of her. She’s tight and soaked for you, trembling around you and gripping your cock tightly.

“Y-Yes! Fuck, oh ye-es, my kni-a-ah, knight!”

You laugh happily, groans and moans falling from your lips as you begin to thrust a little harder.

More, and more. Just a little more.

She’s got a little more than half of you inside of her, the tip stroking against her insides with each thrust inside. Daniela moans with every move into her.

You rub up against her G-Spot repeatedly and she shrieks against the hand covering her mouth when, at last, you force all of yourself inside of her.

Your eyes roll back for a moment, and your hands sliding to her hips and gripping them tightly is one of the only preparations she has to guess your next moves.

Daniela squeaks in surprise when you grasp her tightly and elevate her slightly, her hips lifted off the cart and granting you a better angle to push into her.

When you do, both of you moan loudly. She shrieks and moans, her cheeks bright red and her eyes struggle to stay open.

You can’t hold back any longer, though. You push inside of her, fast and rough, your cock ramming deep inside her tight core and your tip pushing against the back of her womb. The cart underneath her rattles and rolls, books threaten to fall.

The poor thing can barely keep her hand against her lips to muffle the sounds spilling from her lips. You smirk at this. You intend to make her lose herself entirely, to leave her utterly claimed as yours and ruined for all other. After all, it’s a one in a lifetime opportunity, to see and be with a beauty such as Daniela Dimitrescu.

Your hips jerk back and forth fast, your limbs aching and your cock pulsating. You groan at the pleasure she effortlessly provides. Her ass jiggles each time you push up against it.

Daniela feels your balls slap against her, your large cock push deep inside of her. Her thighs shake as you grip her a little tighter, her hands fall to her sides and weakly attempt to grasp the cart for balance.

She squirms adorably beneath you, pants and gasps, whimpers and moans passing her lips.

You feel your own orgasm approaching as well, faster and faster with every thrust into her. Her pussy is juicy and creamy, warm and perfectly soft. She’s tight, but feels as though she was made perfectly just for you.

The pretty little thing moans and gasps, shivers overtaking her body. She’s embarrassingly close, the feeling of a cock penetrating her and filling her fully such a foreign one to her.

Luckily, you are about to change this permanently.

You lift her hips a little higher, allowing you to thrust even deeper. The new angle makes her slur out curses and moans, gasps and groans.

Daniela is the first to cum, her hand raising to her lips a final time as she screams for you.

The sensation of her pussy gripping you tightly and practically milking you for cum makes you roll your eyes and throw your head back.

You too, moan and groan. Your balls twitch and your cock throbs when you follow her lead.

The thought of pulling out crosses your mind for a moment, yet she feels so heavenly, and the creature below you doesn’t seem to mind the thick cum being shot inside of her.

Daniela gasps as more and more fills her, until you rest her back on the cart and pull back out. She jumps again when you slap your cock against her ass cheeks, covering them in the wetness and cream that clings to you now.

The sight of thick, white cum drooling out of her nearly sends you in a frenzy.

As she turns her eyes, you meet golden eyes again. A large grin covers her face, and in an instant you feel yourself knocked backwards and onto the floor. Her dripping cunt hovers over you and you gasp in surprise when she pushes her lips against yours.

“You’re mine now!”

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Imagine D Saving You From A Group Of Vampires

Vampire Hunter D X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Terror, violence

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) Thank you for asking for more Vampire Hunter D content @bookwormgamerweeb I've been looking to write more about him but ideas have alluded me until now! I do have a second idea so keep an eye out for it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Everyone told you to get somewhere safe before the night falls. You had heard it through every town you passed through. The vampires stalk the night, make sure you're in the next town before the sun sets, don't get caught out in the desert at sundown, ect ect. You had planned to be in the next town, but life liked to screw you over as your only mode of transportation laid in the sand, unwilling to go anymore and the sun began to fall behind the sandy dunes. You sucked in a breath, trying to calm your trembling form. Your doom seemed to stretch before you as the sun slowly disappeared, leaving you alone in the suffocating dark. The first unholy screech made you duck, trying to cover yourself in a feeble attempt at protection.

Huddling against a rock, trying to keep your back safe. Darkness quickly over took you and no matter how hard you tried, your eyes couldn't penetrate the shadows surrounding you. The warmth of the day quickly left and despite the remaining heat in the rock radiating into your back, the terror was seeping the warmth from your body. You could hear sand rolling down the dunes, quick footsteps echoing through the dark. Your breath began to come in pants no matter how hard you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. Death was coming and it was in the forms of gaping mouths full of fangs glimmering in the waning moonlight.

Surrounded by gleaming red eyes, you closed your eyes ready for the end. You had no weapons that could take down any of the Nobility. You sat there, unable to do anything against them. You felt their presence leaning over you, feel the breath upon your fragile neck. When screams pierced the sky around you. Opening one eye you spotted wooden needles sticking out from your attackers' necks. Scrambling further away you caught a glimpse of a larger shadow making it's way towards you. A gorgeous, black clad man sitting upon a cyborg horse and a longsword strapped to his back. You sucked in a breath, rubbing at your eyes sure that what you were beholding was nothing but an illusion. You couldn't move due to the shock until this mysterious stranger got between you and your attackers who were still struggling to pull the needles from their flesh. He unsheathed the sword taking their heads in one fell swoop. The Nobility gave one last piercing shriek before they finally fell silent. Without a word the stranger offered his hand and you took it with no questions.

Clinging tightly to his back upon his horse, you buried your face into his cape trying to calm your trembling.

"Thank you," your teeth chattered.

He nodded the dull thuds of the cyborg horse's hooves the only sound in the darkness. You didn't know how long you both rode together before he pulled his horse to a stop. Dismounting he helped you from the steed's back and placed you back on your own feet. He didn't release you until he knew you wouldn't fall over. The adrenaline had worn off a long time ago and now all you felt was exhaustion. Your rescuer silently gathered sticks for a small fire and you set about to help him. Moments later there was a small crackling fire before you both. You didn't seem so afraid now with a light penetrating the cold dark. Now you could see the man who saved you even clearer and the moonlight could not do his beauty justice. He caught you staring and you tried to look away quickly.

"Why were you out in the dark," he finally spoke his voice a soothing deep melody.

"My transportation crapped out on me," you replied huddling closer to the fire as the thoughts of those monsters so close to killing you reemerged. "I had no choice."

"Good thing I came across you."

You nodded, hugging your knees to your chest. "I guess I owe you now?"

He waved a hand, refusing to look up from the fire.

"I don't have much money but if you can take me to the next town I can give you what little I have left," you spoke after several silent moments.

"I'll take you. I'm heading there myself so you owe me nothing."

Though he was trying to get a wall to talk, you could tell this stranger wasn't a horrible bloodthirsty man you were used to coming across.

"Thank you," you replied. "What do I call you?"

"D."

You gave him your name, but his looks and demeanor were giving you pause. You had seen so many hunters in your time and none of them were as skilled, powerful, or handsome as this one. You had heard of Nobility having offspring with humans, but it was rare. Was it possible your savior was a Dhampir?

"This may be too personal and you don't have to answer." You swallowed. "Are you a Dhampir?"

He looked away. the only thing that gave him away as nervous was a small twitch of his hands. Humans were cruel to Dhampirs. No matter their disposition. You didn't agree with people such as them, everyone deserved a chance no matter their species. Even some Nobility could cause good things, if they wanted to.

"Yes," he whispered.

You rose from the fire and made your way to his side, before you plopped back down in the sand. You stuck out your hand causing him to glance leerily at your outstretched hand. D finally took it giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It's nice to meet you," you smiled while giving his hand a shake.

Despite rescuing you, you really liked D. How anyone could be cruel to such a man you would never know. And despite the surrounding dangers lurking in the shadows you fell asleep and rested peacefully around the fire. As long as you had D around you felt like nothing could come in front of your goals. D watched you with curiosity, he hadn't met someone like you in a long time and it made him feel refreshed. Maybe there was hope for humanity after all as he felt your skin still tingling on his hand. He kept an eye on the surroundings ready for a new day to come and to see what laid before him.