Category Uncategorized

Supply Shop

Aebli Leave a comment

Jason comes over to borrow some supplies and makes sure to pay up.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 1040+

Note: Haven’t written Jason in a while, so just a quickie. Please let me know how you like my writing with likes, comments, and reblogs. And my requests are open!

image

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep on your living room couch until you heard tapping on your window. The skull-like red helmet peering back frightened you to the floor. Jason laughed and took it off, waiting for you to open the window. He kept his vice grip on the frame till his boots hit the carpet.

“Jeez, Jason. Can’t you use the door like a normal person?”

“Where would be the fun in that? Besides, there wasn’t time to use all those stairs. Especially if the elevator is still out.”

“Yeah, it is. What do you need?” You walked towards your collection of medical supplies you kept in your kitchen. Hopefully, he wasn’t too banged up.

“Chloroform.”  

You spun to face him. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at two in the morning?”

“Y/N, since when do I need a reason?” Jason leaned against the fridge, smirking.

“Since I became your supplier of odd things. How’d you even know I had… never mind. Stupid question.” With a sigh, you pulled out the bottle. Jason reached out his hand to take it, but you held back for a second.

“And how are you going to pay me back for this… visit to Y/N’s shop of vigilante supplies?”

Jason stepped closer till his chest was almost flush with yours. He wrapped his hand around yours and leaned down to ghost his lips across yours. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.” He pulled away, chuckling as you leaned forward to follow him. “Don’t leave your window open. You never know who could… drop in.”

He left you standing there, irritatingly hot and bothered.

You tried staying up till his mission was over, but again you awoke to gloves tapping on glass. He’d removed the helmet this time and was dangling from a grappling hook.

“How’d it…” you started, silenced by a kiss as he stumbled through the window. He fell with you onto the couch, falling to cage you beneath him. You raked your fingernails over his chest, feeling his sculpted figure underneath the fabric. Thankfully his uniform was in several pieces: jacket, shirt, pants, and utility belt. The jacket and belt were long gone by the time you started tugging at the hem of his armored shirt till it disappeared. Jason burrowed his hands under your tank top, pushing and reaching till it was over your head.

He paused, running his thumb over the swell of your breasts, making you shiver. You groaned with impatience. His hips jerked wildly as you cupped his swelling erection prominent through his tight pants.

“Hey now. I used up most of that bottle, so I have a lot to pay for. If I play it right, this could take all night.”

You swallowed a moan, choosing to reply with snark instead. “You can still do that, but the payment can’t be in full unless you start now.”

Jason dove for your neck. He sucked on your pulse till you were writhing beneath him; then he sucked an equally dark mark on the other side. All the while his hands kneaded your breasts. The fabric pushed and pulled across your nipples pleasantly. They popped and hardened as Jason reached around and unclasped your bra. He flattened himself against you, taking your breath away with the sensation of skin on skin. He was so warm. Nearly hot to the touch. Between the rush from patrol to the pleasure of now, you would almost swear you could feel his heart thundering against yours.

“Jason,” you pleaded. The heat coursing through you was blurring your vision.

With a little bit of fumbling, your sleeping shorts and underwear were gone. Jason growled into your forehead as he pressed his palm flat against your mound. A slight squeeze was enough to slick his hand, and enough to arch you further into his chest. You lost the ability to breathe as he ran a finger up and down your slit before sliding in and out. He curled and twisted it while his other hand rested under the small of your back, keeping you arched against his still clothed dick. He grunted and moaned with you as his ministrations kept you rubbing him. Your hands flew to twist in your hair as he added another digit, using it to play on opposite ends in you.

“Jason!” you cried out, more insistent.

“Hang on, Y/N. I’ve got you.” Jason added a third digit, stretching you wide. He dug his thumb into your clit, spinning quick circles till you clamped around his fingers.

He watched as you stiffened and shuddered before your muscles released you and turned to jello. He watched your lips as they parted to suck in air. He felt your chest rise and fall against his. He pulled you onto his lap as he sat up, holding you close till you braced yourself on the couch.

“Think you can bounce tonight, Y/N?”

All you could do was nod.

Even with the prep, he burned inside you as he guided you down his shaft. If his arms hadn’t been wrapped around you, you would have fallen to the floor with the sensation of the stretch. His fingers played circles into your shoulder blades till you rose up to sink down. He met you half-way, thrusting deep, but gently. This disappeared as he gave into pulling every moan and cry from you by any means necessary. Jason caught one of your nipples between his teeth as it bounced in front of his face. Your pace faltered as each bounce sent a jolt through you.

You lost control as Jason took over, pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts. You gripped his shoulders as you came. His shoulders twitched as you dug half-moons into his skin. He let out a shuddered breath into the hollow of your throat as he shot warm ropes into you.

He’d said he was going to go all night, but you fell asleep on his shoulder. When you woke, there was a glass of water on your nightstand, you were clean and dressed in your favorite pajamas, and a new bottle of chloroform was in your medicine cabinet with a note.

‘Outstanding balance. Will continue to pay Y/N supply shop in increments.”  

Masterlist

Tag List:

@–this-is-my-life– @ame505 @banginashton @bloodhoundalice  @chemicals-within-these-frosts  @grimes-of-our-blood @haileyandbabe @hiitsgalaxykat @jedi-dreea @kawaiinekosagi @kit-kat57 @kittycatwill @miniaturepuppyprincess @mjmaxs @nabilaqmr @robin-the-aster @the-mermaid-diary @too-many-fandoms666 @welcometothecity @white-silence-munou @xxsweet-little-666xx @yikesnotagain @yuukiitan @bluebirdd @buttoneyedwitch  @if-youre-not-a-dog-then-leave @minchen0897 @randomadventure @ravenboysandstarwars @roxiera @sandatgp @solsticestorm

Fright Club

Aebli Leave a comment

Y/N is new to WWE, but she was going to inevitably show up on Creed’s gaming show. She has no idea how much Fergal is going to take delight in helping her fill the full VR experience.

Pairing: Finn Balor/Fergal Devitt x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: scary clowns, FLUFF, giggles, and tickles, and frights (oh my!)

Word Count: 650+

Note: My first Finn fic! Please let me know how you like it by leaving a comment and/or liking and reblogging. Enjoy:

image

“Welcome to Up Up Down Down! I’m your host, Austin Creed here. We have special guest Y/N Y/L/N in the house! And today we are introducing Y/N to virtual reality gaming… with Until Dawn: Rush of Blood.”

You laughed and hid your face. “Is that the one Big E played?” Austin wiggled his eyebrows at the camera. “My very first episode and you’re starting me on that?”

Flashbacks of how scared Big E was fighting VR clowns made your heart rush. You were scared just watching. How was this going to go when you were wearing headphones and everything? No use putting it off.

“All right. Let’s get this thing going.”

He showed you which buttons to push and you picked a nickname for the show. The tutorial was easy enough. And you had an okay aim with the guns. 

“Is the first round the same every time? Same jump spots?” you asked, hopeful. Not that you would scream any less.

“I… don’t remember. After we film, we’ll compare and I’ll add a thing at the end.”

You groaned as the game took over. The dip in the coaster made your stomach lurch almost as much as a real one. You shot every box that had a gun on it, suggesting ammo. No way were you going to lose because you couldn’t reload if that was even going to be an issue.

The first wave of clowns had already passed when Fergal walked into the room. He laughed silently with Austin when you squealed about something on the screen. With a grin, Fergal mouthed to Austin “I’m going to scare her,” and emphasized with motions.

“She’ll punch you in the face,” he motioned back. 

“I know.” He moved to stand close behind you, but far enough away where you couldn’t feel his presence. The mixture of the VR headset and headphones canceled out any defense mechanism you had; you were completely focused on the game. You shot one clown and started looking around for another. As another set of red eyes started to advance from the darkness, Fergal suddenly gripped your shoulders and shouted. You whipped your elbow behind him, connecting with his ribs. He doubled over with laughter and hurried out of the room as you yelled at him.

“Fergal Devitt, you get your hot ass back here! How do I pause this? Screw it. Ferg!” You tossed off the gear to Austin and ran after him. 

Austin grabbed the camera that was formally videoing you. “This should be good,” he said into the lens. He caught up just as you tackled Fergal to the floor. 

You ignored the other WWE occupants and got to work pinning him. “You big jerk,” you laughed, “I’m going to hide all your LEGO’s!” 

“Nooooo,” he mocked as you sat on his chest. His voice jumped an octave as you began to tickle him. He giggled and laughed and tried to roll out from under you. He begged and pleaded with you to stop before finally flipping you over. Now it was your turn to laugh till your chest was heaving and your sides hurt. He fell to one side and laid next to you on the floor. 

“Now will you guys just kiss already?” Austin asked.

You turned your head to Fergal and smiled. “Should we tell him?” He winked at Austin.

“Are you guys dating?” He went crazy when you nodded. “They’re finally dating. Praise- alluia!” Someone else in the room added an “amen” and another “took you guys long enough.”

“If I kiss you, will you promise not to hide my LEGO’s?” He pouted and you kissed his nose.

“No. But I will if you play the scary clown game. All the way through the first level.”

“Deal.”

He did pretty well. There were a few Irish curses, but most clowns barely made it to the cart. And you were able to hold off scaring him back till the very end. 

You doubled over with laughter as he fell out of the chair.

Masterlist 

Tags:

@believeintheshield4ever  @wrestlingimagination  @wwefluffandstuff @devitt-club  

Bananas

Aebli Leave a comment

Prompt: “Hey, so I had a funny idea for another Kevin Ford smut if you don’t mind… Teasing in sex Ed class, really simple. Towards the end could she realize that she wore cotton panties if it’s not too big a deal? It’s just kinda funny ‘why the hell is it so drafty in here’ *looks at ass in her seat, grabs her own ass* ‘well SHIT’” – @comic-book-reider​

You and Kevin take the most awkward class day of the year and turn it into one of your favorites.

Pairing: Kevin Ford (Wither) x Mutant!Reader (Y/N); Gambit and other student mutants

Warnings: SMUT, public/classroom smut, awkward sex-ed class

Word Count: 850+

Part 1: Touch and Sensitivity  

“While we would suggest that ya’ll wait till you’re more mature and have more control over your powers, we know that many of you won’t wait. So, in the meantime, education in safe sex is a must.” Professor LeBeau failed to hide a smirk as the class groaned. He had everyone come to the front for a banana and a few condom packets, then sent the girls to one side of the room, and the boys to the other.

You glanced at Kevin as he sat in the back row on the opposite side of the room from you. The distance wasn’t going to hinder what you had in mind. You had learned new ways to project your force barrier, and could control it in a way that would make sure this class was the best of the day. Kevin seemed excited for you, but it was still mostly a theory; you’d never tried it before.

You turned to your desk partner, “hey, I need to focus on my powers for a minute. Can you…?”

“I’ve got your back,” she said.

You took a deep breath and mentally pictured sending out two streams of fields down your legs and across the back wall. They curled up the legs of Kevin’s chair and slid into his lap. You suppressed a giggle as his hips jumped. He kept his gaze focused on the front of the class as Gambit continued to talk, but opened his legs wider and moved a hand to rest on his thigh. You slid on strand under his palm, jolting your hips as it relayed his touch straight to your pussy. The other strand you dipped into his pants and under his boxers.

Continuing to focus, you pictured stroking him how you knew he liked it. You altered pressures and twisted around him and played with his tip. Kevin’s head lolled to one side, making you grin.

Then he started stroking the strand on his thigh.

You fought to keep your eyes open as the sensations rubbed up and down on either side of your clit. He flicked a finger towards it, lightly scraping it with his fingernail and igniting sparks within you. You bit down on a knuckle to silence yourself, willing your hips to not buck as you felt yourself begin to puddle. He curled his fingers, reaching for the bundle of nerves. Then he stopped. He shot a smug look and you realized you’d stopped stroking him too.

You swirled over his head, making his eyes flutter. You picked up your pace from before, stroking and putting pressure over his vein. He mutually increased his pace. Kevin added another digit to his strokes and pushed deeper. You gripped the side of the desk as the vibrations threatened to overwhelm you. Stroke after stroke tightened the coil inside you. You felt him throb under your ministrations as he also neared finishing.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Gambit begin to walk around the room, moving through the girls’ side first. You sent a squeeze of warning to Kevin, but he stroked faster. Your knuckles paled as you tried to focus. Blood pounded in your ears, and your heart felt like it was ready to fly out of your chest. You knew Kevin was going to try to make you cum just as Gambit reached your desk.

You raced him for it.

Kevin was having difficulty hiding his panting. His cheeks were flushed as you tightened around him, making sure to sheath him all the way. You gasped as he reached the back of your field, jolting to your screaming spot. He spun hard circles into your clit. Your vision blurred and shimmered around the edges. With a mangled cough, you came. Kevin fell forward onto his desk as he shot into you.

You breathed deeply through the aftershocks as Gambit made it to your desk. “How’s it goin’ over here?”

“Fine,” your desk-mate said. You nodded in agreement and grinned awkwardly till he moved on.

“I know it’s awkward, Kevin, but please don’t sleep in my class.”

“Sorry, professor.” Kevin leaned back up and grinned at you as he continued to walk down the rows.

You shifted in your seat, chilled through your thin skirt. Looking behind to your seat, you saw where you had leaked through. Shit. You hastily shed your jacket and wrapped it around you as the bell rang and LeBeau called out the homework. Kevin cursed and you saw him do the same with his hoodie.

He met you in the hallway. You giggled as he looped your arm through his and led you up the stairs.

“It’s lunch period,” he said.

“So it is.”

“We can either have lunch on the lawn or,” he leaned close and whispered into your ear, “in that closet on the second floor.”

You pulled him along towards the front door. At the last second, you took his hand in yours and veered left to the stairs. Pulling the stains out both your clothes with your powers would be easy, but you’d much rather make them worse first.

Masterlist 

More Than Usual

Aebli Leave a comment

Prompt: “My request is this: DeanxReader where the reader has Endometriosis but she’s hiding it from Dean but one day on a hunt when it gets bad she collapses and finally has to tell him and lots of fluff and so on and she explains how painful it is and he helps her and is supportive. I hope it’s something you’ll want to write! I’m trying to bring awareness to the disease.” – @destielshipper222

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: period stuff (to the extreme), angsty beginning, eventual fluff, mild language

Word Count: 1500+

Quick Background: Endometriosis is when uterus tissue grows where it shouldn’t be. It can cause cysts and fusing of the uterus to other organs. The tissue reacts to the menstruation cycle and leads to interior bleeding because the broken-down tissue has nowhere to go. This leads to intense pain before/during periods and during everyday life. It affects millions of women around the world and is often waved off by doctors as “normal pain.”

Note: I had no idea this disease affected so many women before doing a little research for this fic. I’m not a huge blog yet, but I hope this gets the word out there. Incredibly painful period pains are not normal, so if any of this sounds familiar you might want to consider talking to someone.

image

You hoped to finish the case before it hit. You hoped it would hold off for a few more hours. You hoped the monster couldn’t sense the pain you were in. It was unlikely it wouldn’t. Vampires had a way of seeking out such things.

“You ready?” Dean asked, handing you a machete from the trunk.

“Yeah.” A jab inside your abdomen made you steady yourself on Baby, playing it off as casual leaning.

“What’s wrong with you?” His brow instantly furrowed. That’s how he was every month. So far, you’d been able to hide the truth from him.

“Just cramps. It’s a good thing I’m the bait. Sam, do you have any other info?”

“He seems to be a loner, maybe trying to start a new pack. Another casualty of the British Men of Letters probably.”

You grunted as another pain shot through you. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

The three of you avoided the main drive towards the house. You signaled the boys when you saw the vamp walking around inside. Sam broke off to find the back door. You and Dean made your way to the front, crouching under the window sills. Dean mouthed “be careful” when you found the door was unlocked.

At the center staircase, he went left, you went right. The vamp had wandered into another part of the house, leaving the picturesque country living room empty. You ignored the dust fairies swirling in the sunlight, choosing instead to focus on the next doorway. It was getting harder to hold the blade up high enough to hit anything. Wave after wave of pain surged through you as your cramps hit near peak intensity. As usual, the morning meds weren’t doing much. Between the cold sweat and the pounding heart, you were sure the vamp would find you soon enough. The goal was to distract him enough to take him out, but your sight was beginning to tunnel to five feet in front of you. You never saw the fist coming.

The vamp sent you sprawling and your machete clattering under the couch. He pinned your arms to either side with his knees and clamped his hands over your mouth, hovering just above sitting on your chest.

“Well hello there. I didn’t think I was expecting visitors, but you’ll do.” He leaned down and took a long sniff up the side of your face. “Hmm. There’s something wrong with your blood, love. You know, one little bite will fix all that.”

“Ngho Phank Wu,” you mumbled through his fingers. You kicked your legs, hoping to get the boys’ attention.

“Don’t worry. Your friends will be down shortly, but with a new stamina I’m sure you’ll appreciate.” He laughed openly as you struggled beneath him, intent on signaling Dean before he or Sam went upstairs.

“Hey, douche bag!”

The vamp looked up just in time to be beheaded. You were sprayed with blood and yelled to Dean, “there’s more upstairs!” He dashed off, leaving you to gather yourself and follow him.

Only you couldn’t.

The cramps controlled your body now. Your skin felt like it was vibrating. You could hear your breaths coming out in short bursts. The air that should have been coming in was nowhere to be found. Ceiling turned into wall and turned into floor as you curled into a ball praying, willing the agony to go away. Dean came thundering down the stairs covered in blood and proud of himself. Then he saw you.

“Y/N!” He kneeled by your side and cradled your head in his lap. “What’s wrong? Did he turn you?”

“No,” you gasped out before curling up again.

“I’m taking you to a hospital, now.”

“No. We’re covered in blood. Too many questions. Just get me to the car and my bag.” His face hovering over you upside down was the last thing you saw before blacking out.

The tree line breezed by in brilliant shades of green.

“Hang on, Y/N. We left your bag at the motel. Just, hang in there. Please.”

You mentally compared his irises to the trees before fading out again.

When you woke up Dean was sitting next to you with your meds and a glass of water. You felt warm and appreciated that he had dressed you in your usual sleeping clothes.

“Steady,” he murmured while he propped you up. You took the pills and the water, swallowing both in turn and not looking at him. You could feel him practically buzzing with questions, but he waited for you to finish the glass. You sat up further on the bed and realized he had also found your heating pad. He sat against the headboard next to you and put his arm around your shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“No worse than usual.” You found a stain on the wall to focus on when his eyebrows shot up.

“What was that, Y/N? That can’t be usual!”

Unfortunately, it is. “Dean, I’ve been living with this for a while. It’s not something you get used to, per say, but there are ways to circumnavigate the pains.”

“Why didn’t you ask Cas to do something?”

You found a different spot on the wall. “We’re busy fighting things a lot bigger than my Endo.” Shit.

“Your what?”

“Endometriosis. It’s what my disease is called.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “The second Cas gets enough mojo back, we are zapping it away, no matter what. Deal?”

You curled into his chest as the meds kicked in, easing the pounding in your stomach. “Deal.”

Sleep was probably a few minutes away when there was a knock at the door. Dean leaped out of the bed and pulled out his wallet. “In the meantime, I ordered food.” He paid the pizza guy and turned to show you the pie with all your favorite toppings, even the ones he doesn’t like. “And when we’re ready for dessert, the motel office had an ice cream cooler.”

Pizza and ice cream. Your usual go-to cramp food. He’d been paying attention.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Dean chuckled. “The real question is who did you piss off to get stuck with me?” He pulled the covers over his legs as he joined you in the bed. “Because you are stuck with me, sweetheart.” He took a slice and began to pick off the undesirables. “So, how long have you had endomet…metro… the thing?”

“Since I was about twelve. I was in class thinking they were normal pains, then I woke up in the nurse’s office. That was long before I started hunting. I learned how to deal with the pain in a normal life.” Your voice dropped off to barely a whisper, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d been hunting alone and collapsed like that.”

“What do they feel like, if you don’t mind talking about it?”

“Like getting stabbed. And considering that I know how that feels, it’s accurate. It’s never just one jab though. It’s all day, and usually lasts the whole week.”

Dean leaned his forehead against the side of your head. “Shit, Y/N. I had no idea. Besides the food and the meds and the heating pad, what do you usually do to keep them at bay?”

You smiled. “Sleep usually. Focus on being research central for you and Sam. Some of the yoga Sam taught me helps, but I have to be willing to move in the first place.”

“Next time you need someone to motivate you to do yoga, I’ll join you. Only if we do it in the garage, where Sam can’t see!”

You giggled at the mental image of Den trying to hold tree pose and not fall over. You would definitely find the effort just to see that.

“Now what? Do you want to sleep?”

You shook your head. “Pizza was too good. But… can you…” you hovered between wanting to be pampered and not wanting to be a bother. “Can you get me some more water… please?” Out of nowhere, Dean handed you another glass. You peeked around him to the lamp table between the beds to see a small army of glasses filled with water. And one with what looked like whiskey.

Dean shrugged with a nervous grin. “You were out for a while. I may have panicked a little.” He smiled in full when you giggled. “Okay, what’s your usual next step?”

“Netflix.”

You were a sucker for Bollywood films, and “Bang Bang” was probably your favorite. Dean kept his mouth shut about having to read the movie, but he laughed more as the film pulled him in. Even your favorite songs weren’t enough to pull your focus back to the laptop screen. Dean was pressed close against you and steadying the tech on his knees. You slept perfectly that night curled into his chest. No sex, minimal pain, just cuddling into his warmth better than the best heating pad. Having him next to you, knowing what you were going through and being supportive, was more effective than any medical remedy.

Masterlist 

Dean/Supernatural Tags: 

@ilostmyshoe-79 @jensenandjaredintheimpala @jpadjackles @quixoticcat @smandrews3 @supernatural-jackles @tamtamlov @vvinch3st3r @19mmallory @aimee-grace-01 @ashmonet @bits-n-bowz @bringmesomepie56 @castielsbecky @catackles16 @cookie-dough-lova @dancingalone21 @docharleythegeekqueen @eve05glee @exp762 @gabbyrogers094 @helloenricanie @idontknow-canyou @its–killing–me @justtryingtogosomewhere @kaemarie23 @kittenofdoomage @lauriz67  @livelovebands123 @mega-mrs-dean-winchester @mein1928 @millie67 @mylostsoul28 @mysteriouslyme81 @peaceloveandplumbots @sassy-losechester @sissysalvatore @supernatural-jackles @temprence-the-real-satan @thedeanwinchesterx @theriumking @tinyium @uzum4k1-uch1h4 @valerieshubin @vutdidyousay @vvinch3st3r @windeango67

Kitchen Secrets

Aebli Leave a comment

The cruiserweights come over to your place for a dinner party. You’re friendlier with Jack in more ways than they realise.

Pairing: Jack Gallagher x reader

Warnings: Food mentions, cooking fluff, comments of smut

Word Count: 770+

Note: This came out of the blue, but I like it. Let me know if you like it too by liking, reblogging, or leaving a comment. Send me a request if there’s someone in the WWE universe (or another fandom) who needs a fic! (Or if you have a good idea and don’t want to write it yourself.) 

image

“Are you sure Ariya’s not coming? I’d hate for him to show up and not have a place.” You nervously rotated a plate so the centre design would perfectly face the attendee.

“I can show you the text again if you’d like.” Jack pulled out his phone, but you waved it away. Jack watched as you fidgeted with just about every place setting. He sighed and pulled you to him so he could kiss your forehead. “Y/N, everything looks perfect.”

You took a deep breath, pulling his arms tighter around you. “Thanks for coming early to help me cook,” you said, your voice muffled by his vest.

“My pleasure darling, anytime.”

The doorbell rang, making you instantly split apart. Your relationship was a secret. Not because it had to be, but because you both liked the quiet.

Alicia Fox walked in as Noam Dar held open your door. “Oh sweetie, everything looks wonderful.”

“Thanks. Jack’s already here, so it means we’re only missing one more.”

Noam stayed by the door. “Neville’s on his way in; he was right behind us.” The guys walked to the table together laughing as Noam tried to take the bottle of wine from Neville. Even so, Noam made sure he was bartender for the night.

Fixing dessert had to wait till everyone was done. Jack jumped to his feet to help you while the others stayed at the table. He gave your hand a squeeze below the counter line.

“They fit well together, don’t they?” Alicia nodded towards the two of you.

“Y/N and Jack?” Neville followed her gaze.

“Yes! Why not? Look how at ease they are around each other.”

Noam sighed and shook his head. “You’re going to try to get them together, aren’t you?”

“You bet I am.”

You cast a sideways glance towards the group as they continued to talk around the dining room table. “Do you think we should tell them?” you whispered, bumping Jack’s hip with yours.

“They’ll figure it out eventually. Where’d you put the raspberries?”

“In the fridge. They keep staring at us like we’re going to make out any second now.”

Jack chuckled and leant down to whisper in your ear. “Maybe we should. Give them a show.”

“Jack!” You giggled quietly as he took the tray from you and put it in the oven. He helped you clean up the kitchen while the cakes baked. You resisted the urge to spray him with the hose when he slid an arm around your waist. He dashed away to grab a towel before you could do anything, though.

“He knows his way around pretty well,” Neville noted. “Too well.”

“Don’t you start,” Noam groaned. “And don’t be so nosy. We can’t hear anything they’re saying. She’s probably giving him directions.”

“Hmm.”

Twenty minutes after they went in, the cakes were ready and served with wine. You collapsed on the couch next to Jack after finishing yours. As he wrapped an arm over the back of the couch, you absentmindedly leant into his chest.

Neville looked at Alicia who practically bouncing in her seat and eyed you mischievously. “So. How long have you two been dating?”

You smiled into your glass as you felt Jack tense and stutter next to you. You shared a glance, then laughed as Jack answered.

“Since about the Royal Rumble.”

Alicia nearly dropped her plate, “I knew it!”

“Took you guys long enough,” Jack mumbled. You giggled and stole a raspberry off his plate, popping it into your mouth. He sat down the plate and pinned your arms to your side. His eyes glittered, distracting you from the whipped cream on his finger. With a triumphant “ha!” he flicked it onto your nose.

Noam pulled a face. “Now you guys are just disgusting…”

“…ly cute!” Alicia finished.

Neville stood up hastily. “That was a wonderful dinner; thank you Y/N. And Jack.” He kicked Noam’s foot on his way to the door.

Noam sprang to his feet. “Yes. Wonderful. We’ll have to do this again sometime. Let me get your coat, Alicia.”

“I didn’t bring a coat.”

You wondered if she was picking up on their wavelengths and halfway worried that she wouldn’t want to leave.

“Next time I’ll cook. Or get us invited to Cesaro’s.” She gave you a hug and whispered in your ear, “don’t get too freaky. He’s got to fight tomorrow night.” She laughed as you tried to hide your blush.

Like a boomerang tornado, they were gone as quickly as they had come in several hours ago, leaving you and Jack to the silence. You winked at him.

“There’s one raspberry cake left over.”

“I’ll get the ice cream.”

Promises Part 7: Sealed With a Kiss

Aebli Leave a comment
image

Y/N walks down the aisle to marry Theoric, and Loki is nowhere in sight…

Characters: Y/N, Theoric, Loki, Frigga, Odin

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1570

Note: Here is the final instalment of Promises! I might write a honeymoon *eye wiggle* epilogue if enough people ask for one. Otherwise, I hope you all have enjoyed this series as much as I have writing it. Please do not hesitate to give constructive criticism, like, reblog, or shoot me a request. Enjoy!

Part 1: Under the Stars 

Part 6: What About Her? 

image

Frigga stood under an arch set up on the edge of the Bifrost. The courtiers stood in a semicircle with a gap down the middle from where you stood to the arch. Banners fluttered in the wind as your parents walked on either side of you, holding your hands in theirs. In front of you, Frigga stood waiting with Theoric. He smiled at you, eyes gleaming. You beamed back at him but searched with the corners of your eyes.

Green and gold were nowhere to be seen.

You stepped onto the edge of the Bifrost feeling less content and more unsure. Theoric took your hands from your parents. His felt like ice against the nervous heat in yours. He gave them a squeeze as Frigga began.

“There is nothing more perfect in all the branches of Yggdrasil than the coming together of two souls. Two pasts becoming one future. Lord Theoric, please present your future to your bride.”

Theoric reached to his side and unclipped the scabbard there. He unsheathed the blade halfway and held it out in front of his face. “This blade of my ancestors I pass along to you to one day pass along to our sons. May you keep it as a sign of my love and trust for you.” He sheathed it with a click and handed it to you. You, in turn, handed it back to your parents in exchange for another blade.

Holding the blade out like Theoric did you said, “this blade, newly forged, is a symbol of my love and my trust in you to defend me and our children.” He took it and clipped it to his side.

Frigga took a brightly coloured ribbon from an attendant. She brought your and Theoric’s right hands together and began to wrap the ribbon around them. “Do you, Theoric Sindrison of Anaheim, take Y/N to be your wife in all things wonderful, and all things terrible, till eternal separation?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N of Asgard, take Theoric to be your husband in all things wonderful, and all things terrible, till eternal separation?”

“I do.”

Theoric took your other hand so all twenty of your fingers were intertwined.

“Then I now present you as wife and husband. You may seal this bond with a kiss.

You felt lightheaded as Theoric slipped off your engagement ring and kissed you. The air around you shimmered but gave you the sense of flying.

When you stepped back Loki was looking down at you.

Angry voices echoed through the halls before bursting into Frigga’s audience hall. Your parents and Theoric’s parents, Sindri and Erna, followed her closely and bickered between themselves. Loki was still tied to you, hindering him from hallway carrying you in your lightheadedness.

“Loki, what is the meaning of this?” Frigga turned, livid in a way you had never seen before. “Of all days for tricks, this was not one of them. Y/N is your best friend; how could you even conceive to…”

“Mother, my queen, hear me out. Test this ring.” He tossed her the band of gold that Theoric gave to you. You felt steadier on your feet as she carried it away to an onyx dish.

She spun it, like a child with a coin. The ring twirled faster and faster till it levitated above the dish and began to shine brightly. “Stars above…” she whispered. She looked up at you with shame creasing her brow. “I am sorry, my child. I should have sensed something this powerful.”

“What does this mean?” your mother begged, wringing her hands.

“It means Theoric enchanted her.” Loki looked back to you. His eyes were not proud like they would be in triumph. If anything, they looked sad. “Here,” he handed you Theoric’s translated notes.

You felt your cheeks flush as you skimmed them and the enchantment crumbled apart in your mind. Threads wove together and you gasped. “He was planning something. With the Fire Giants. All those spells he helped me translate. They felt simple at the time, but… they still should have been over his skill level.” You leapt to stand before Frigga, dragging Loki behind you. “Portals. He was translating spells about portals. Using the Bifrost shards in the palace’s foundations. We have to seal them.”

Frigga marched past you, “I’ll send for the other sorceresses. Keep reading to see if he marked where in the foundations these portals could be summoned.”

You and Loki moved to follow her, but Sindri blocked his path. “Where is our son?”

The hall fell silent as Loki found his words.

“He is where his allegiances lie, in Muspelheim. Possibly in one of their dungeons.” You saw the grin he tried to hide. “They think he is me.”

Erna had to be caught by Sindri as her knees gave away. Frigga conjured a cup of water and led Erna to a window seat. “We will get him back, Lady Erna. But we must act quickly to protect everyone here. Can I depend on you to help and not to hinder?”

“Yes,” she mumbled.

Within an hour, the sorceresses had been gathered and Odin was sent for. You watched from a window in the hallway outside as the Bifrost roared to life and Odin came across with a few chief officers, but not including Thor. A short time later, he stormed into the hall where the mechanism had been built.

“I thought you said the test was a failure, Frigga, so why are you trying it now on a full scale? I won’t have your protégé destroying Asgard before the Fire Giants get here.”

“It will not be a full-scale test. Show him, Lady Y/N.”

You stepped forward with a new palace model built on a Bifrost shard. “We are going to try again with this. If it fails again, then our only line of defence will be you and the warriors stationed along the Musepelheim convergence. While I do not doubt their skill, if this works I would like to keep this magic secret from our enemies for as long as possible.”

Odin sighed. “So be it.”

You joined the other sorceresses around the small round table set up to one side. “Again, is everyone enchantment and jewellery free? Even the small spells to alter perception?” The women nodded. A few looked a little tired in the face where they weren’t before, but they looked stronger as a whole. “Then let us begin, and pray that Yggdrasil grants us this victory.”

As one, you all lowered your arms and turned your palms to the center. You started the chant first and the others fell in with their phrases, newly memorized. Gold light eased out of your palms like a mist, then turned red as each formation spread to touch the others. It danced and slithered along the table, reaching the Bifrost shard and the model. It began to spin faster and faster as your voices echoed louder in the space. Again, the orb formed around the model, turning back to gold as the strands touched at the apex. The chanting reverbed into silence as you all stopped.

You waited tensely for the explosion, but it never came. The orb, golden where it was blue in the last attempt, continued to spin.

“Stöðva,” you said, tapping the apex. The orb slowed and melted away, revealing the intact palace model inside.

“Does that convince you, Odin?” Frigga asked, turning to her husband.

He nodded. “You may proceed after we have traveled through the Bifrost.” He gave you a curt bow and then turned on his heel.

Loki was by your side in an instant. He lifted you into his arms and spun you around. “That was wonderful, Y/N. I caught the end of the test. The convergence that Theoric used has been warded, and his room has been shielded from receiving messages.”

One of the other sorceresses stepped up. “And Odin has left through the Bifrost.”

“Then let us begin,” you said with a smile. You led the sorceresses to stand around the mechanism and started the chant. It worked as with the model. As the orb spun, a golden curtain rose from the Bifrost material in the ground around the palace to the top of the center tower. The mechanism continued to spin as the curtain closed.

“It worked,” you whispered.

A second later the hall rang with cheers. You could hear other such cries of delight echoing through the palace.

Loki wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “It worked. You are absolutely brilliant, Lady Y/N.”

“You can drop the title you know. We are married after all.” You stifled a giggle at his confused face. “We went through the ceremony, even if you had a different face for the most of it.”

“For nearly all of it,” he chuckled.

“And we sealed it with a kiss, which brought you out into the open. By all legal standards, we are married.” You laughed as he spun you around again, steadying yourself against his torso as he set you back to your feet.

“I promised I would marry you by the next Belewe moon!”

“And you kept your promise, no matter how many times I tried to push you away.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “I love you, Loki.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

Tags:

@1superwhogirl1 @anicoles22 @asaltyhoe  @coastall-girll  @cutie1365 @damalseer @directionerbucks @drumbells @dylpicklesprays @earinafae @fandom1089 @feircecupcake1 @gothicbubblegumrock @holyshitijust @impossiblyangrypaper @indaybella99 @inkhandsammy @is-anal-pounding-an-instrument @itsjusthaawo @itstheghostgirl @itswingedprincess @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @kawaiinekosagi @kur0k1tsun3-blog @mayorofzillyhoo @millie67 @mimitamsin @moonyscardigans @mrs-hemmings1996 @obsessedtmifangirl @petlaufeyson @redstarstan @satansfavouritegirl @sherlocksuperfan666 @shockwavee @solsticestorm @southernhoney21 @thecookieteam @the-internet-is-for @theriumking @toxicobscenity @unknown-chronicles @valynsia @waywardsoulpainter @xluciferswhore @xxsweet-little-666xx @zaddywilk  

Knowing What She Likes

Aebli Leave a comment

Prompt: “Hello! Can I have a Sherlock smut image based on the song Show Me by Bruno Mars? Thank you!!

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: SMUT, intellectual smut

Word Count: 800+

Note: Thanks to @moonlight-dean for this request. Sorry it took so long, but hopefully it’s worth the wait. I hope you all enjoy it. Please reblog, comment, or like to let me know how you feel about this fic. If you have an idea, send me a request!

She looked perfect. Her hair ringed her face, which was glowing in the moonlight. Her lips were plump from the kissing they just broke away from. Sherlock wanted to taste them again, engorge himself on her flavour and move with her like they did when lost in one another.

“Sherlock?”

Her voice pulled his eyes up to hers. They were gleaming.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head. Why don’t you show me what you’re thinking?”

He growled low. There were so many things flying through his mind, too many to do all at once for it is impossible to move fast and to move slow. Or is it?

Y/N reached up and twirled her fingers in his hair, then tugging just slightly. In an instant, Sherlock was sucking at her neck. She squirmed underneath him, gasping and pressing her chest up against his. He snaked a hand up under her top, spidering touches across her skin till it raised in chill bumps. Sherlock’s lips honed in on her pulse point as he kneaded her breasts. She lifted up so he could remove her top and toss it somewhere in the room. She took that moment to rub her hand over his erection. The pull of the boxer fabric and the warmth of her hand sent him crumpling to one side.

“Mmm,” she hummed, working her fingers under the waistband. “Let’s relieve some of that tension, shall we?” She sat on his chest once he was free. Her weight pleasantly rubbed her core up and down against him till he broke out into a sweat.

She was good. And she knew it.

At this rate, he knew he wasn’t going to last ten minutes.

She giggled as he flipped them and pinned her arms underneath her. He watched her face as he played his fingers up her leg and her thigh to her sex. She moaned at him, pleading, as he ghosted over her mound. Y/N gasped as he began to pump his middle finger into her, curling it and playing. She cried out when he found the right place. Sherlock gently pressed against her hips, preventing her from bucking. He noted how her skin glistened brighter than his own sheen. He could never voice the words to her of how much he loves seeing her this way.

Lost in euphoria. Shivering with rising anticipation. Eyes fluttering and asking “please” over and over again till he gives her what she wants.

Sherlock adds another digit, widening her and curling them alternately till her walls clamp around them. She cries out in pleasure. His favourite sound.

He guides her through the aftershocks, stroking her to sooth her shivering. She sinks into the sheets with a sigh. Her eyes open to find his staring down at her, memorising the lines of her face. How long did he dream of this? Memorising how her cheeks flush when she smiles at him? How her eyelashes curl and meet one another as she blinks? How her brow creases just a little as he leans down to press his forehead against hers?

“I could memorise you forever,” he murmurs.

Her arms wobble like jelly as she pulls them to her sides, then up to his shoulders. She drags her legs open so he can slot himself between them. Her fingernails rake at his back as he slowly sinks in, relishing in the warmth and the grip she has on his cock and his mind.

He focuses on how her chest is flushed with heat as it presses into his.

She bucks her hips up to meet him, mewling for him to move. He pulls out and slams back into her. He tries to keep focused on her, on his favourite sound that she’s making, instead of losing everythig to himself. Y/N. Gasping and moaning. She curls her legs around him, pulling him further into her. Digging her fingers into his back.

Skin on skin and their mingled mangled breaths echo in the room. The build is coming to a head. The pull of her walls around him pushes away every mental faculty. Even to breathe.

Again, she’s perfect under him. Hair tangled. Eyes closed. Mouth open. Lips swollen. Glistening.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

He forces her arms into the sheets, holding his palms against her wrists. Her pulse is quick. Stuttering as her walls clamps down on him, pulling a cry from him.

Time dilates.

He spills into her, stilling as each rope throbs through him. She jolts as he continues to thrust as each one coats her insides.

His muscles fail him as he falls to one side, panting. She wiggles closer to him, curling into his chest. Her breath is faint and silent and cool on his chest.

He can feel her heartbeat with his. He counts beats like seconds till his vision fades out, lost in her scent and the feel of her skin on his. An island of two.

Snow Kisses

Aebli Leave a comment

Snowball fight fluff.

Pairing: Reader x Jack Gallagher, appearances by Roman Reigns and Xavier Woods

Warning: Snow fluff, giggle alert

Word Count: <500

Note: My first WWE fic! This came out of nowhere but made me giggly. I’m using everyone’s wrestler names for clarity. Please let me know what you think of it! And please like, reblog, and send me more WWE fic ideas. 

Roman nearly collided with you around a corner. “Y/N, it’s snowing outside!”

You raced Roman to the arena garage, trying to be the first one out in the fluff. It was falling heavily and sticking to every surface in sight. You spun around in it, giggling as the cold stuck to your cheeks and hair.

It seems it had been falling for a while because the cars outside were already heavily dusted. Dusted enough to clump together.

“Hey, Ro…”

He didn’t have enough time to react till the snowball hit him full in the face. You bent in half with laughter as he sputtered and shook.

“Oh, it’s on now, little girl.” He raked his big hands over a windshield and made a ball twice as big as yours. Thankfully you were always good at dodgeball.

“Snowball fight!” Xavier ran out and caught a hit in the chest meant for you. In minutes, there were at least ten wrestlers in the parking lot throwing everything they could at each other.

A spark of red hair caught your attention, becoming your next target.

“Bloody hell!” Jack said. The snowball had hit his shoulder, spraying his face as it broke apart. He glared at you till it morphed into a smirk. “Do not think I will go easy on you just because you are a lady.”

“Please don’t,” you sassed. You ran further into the parking lot, laughing as the snow began to fall heavier in big wet clumps. You turned with fresh ammunition, only to drop it as your face was filled with snow. Jack crowed with delight as you shuddered. He was by your side in an instant.

“Let’s get that warmed up, shall we?” He pressed his nose to yours, then tilted to kiss you. You would have been warm had the next snowball not caught the both of you.

Roman stood frozen, waiting for your paired reaction.

You looked at Jack, and he smirked at you. As one you each formed a snow ball.

“Oh, shi…” Roman dashed to one side, missing Jack’s throw. Yours, on the other hand, hit him in the chin. He recovered quickly and dove into the fray, peppering The New Day with snowball after snowball behind their car fort.

“What do you say we find a warm corner and have some cocoa?” Jack hugged you close.

“It’s going to be quite the gauntlet.” You nodded towards the volley of snowy projectiles between you and the gate.

“Then I suggest we run.”

You squealed as he pulled you after him, shrieking when you got hit. You dumped one last handful of snow down the back of his neck before he reached the gate, then raced away with him close on your heels.

Forbidden Fun

Aebli Leave a comment

Lucifer (possessing Castiel) convinces you to have some fun before you tell Sam and Dean who’s in Cas.

Prompt: Crystal Head Vodka, “How about we make our own fun?”

Pairing: CasiferxReader, Sam and Dean appearances

Warnings: SMUT, dom!Casifer, drinking (obviously), bondage, Grace use, breath play, all the dirty and dangerous thoughts

Word Count: 1500+

Note: Written for @winchester-writes ‘s birthday! Happy birthday, chica!

image

The second you laid eyes on him, you knew he wasn’t Cas. But he silenced your cry for help in a second without even lifting a finger.

He chose this. Don’t make a big fuss and get him in trouble.

Lucifer. You shot daggers at him, receiving a wink in return.

That didn’t take long. Wait till the Winchesters leave, then we can talk.

He released your vocal chords. Sam looked at you funny when you let out a short gasp. You fidgeted nervously as the guys talked with Not-Cas.

“Hey Y/N, you want some pizza? Ordering or picking up?” Sam asked, pulling you back into the conversation.

You swallowed, your voice suddenly feeling constricted. You looked at Cas, but he shook his head. This was all you. “Italian Oven doesn’t deliver, so I guess you guys are going to pick it up,” you stammered out.

Dean groaned. “That’s clear on the other side of town.”

“But they have the best pizza.” Dean nodded in agreement. “You guys get the pizza, no onions, and I’ll hold down the fort.”

Dean looked between you and Cas. “Should we take the long way around so you and your boyfriend can catch up?” You shooed him away, ignoring the knowing grin on his face. It had only been a few months, but you could make Cas loud. The boys were gone a few minutes later, leaving you and Not-Cas standing on opposite ends of the library. He wandered over to Dean’s cocktail cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Crystal Head Vodka. He held it in front of his face, smiling too brightly, to wide, too sure.

“Now how about we make our own fun?” He pulled out two glasses and poured from the skull. With a whisk of air, he was suddenly in front of you holding out the drink. You backed away from him, only to land on your bed. “This is what you and Cassy do after a hunt, right? Drink, get wasted… aren’t you a little young for that?”

“Not as of a few days ago. We were supposed to go out somewhere.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, he was planning on staying in and then having…” he cocked his head and walked to your nightstand at sat the glasses down. He pulled out the rope you kept in the drawer. “Kinky. Never thought you had a dom in you, Cassy.”

“You might want to check those memories again, Lucifer. Those ropes aren’t for me.” You suppressed a giggle as he twisted his head and came back with a face of mock shock. You stood to go back to the library. “Now if we could please go back to the matter at hand.” You stopped as the door swung shut.

“We can discuss it in here.” He sat down on your bed and fiddled with the rope before tossing it to you. “And give the boys an earful if they get back early.”

“You’re not suggesting…”

“Why not? How much vodka will you need to…”

“What? Consider it? More than we’ve got, or could ever get.”

“Now you’re just being unreasonable.”

“We are in here to discuss Cas, not your thousand year boner.”

Lucifer threw Cas’s head back with a laugh. “He said you would be a firecracker. Come on, Y/N. You’ve probably decked these out to hold down serious angel power. If you don’t get enough out of the evening, then I’ll be tied up enough for the Winchesters when they get back. Deal?”

You eyed him nervously. The ropes were powered up, but would it be enough to hold an archangel? With a sigh, you reached past him and took one of the glasses. He snickered and matched your movements to throw back the shot. It didn’t take long for you to become delightfully buzzed. The black rope shimmered with silvery-blue sigils as you wrapped one around his wrist. His eyes glowed red instead of blue, reminding you who you were dealing with. He pulled away from the rope with a growl and stood.

“He doesn’t kiss you breathless or something? Pin you to the wall till you almost fall over?”

“Remember who’s the dom in the relationship.”

He growled again, then tugged the rope hard enough to pull you to his chest. He pinned your arms behind you, licking his lips as he looked down at your accusatory glare.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try something new?”

It felt different, not having the power. But that wasn’t the plan… Any inhibition to fight melted away as he sunk to suck at your neck. He moaned with Cas’s voice as he worked his way to your sweet spot. You whimpered as he pulled away just before he reached it.

“Do you want to stop?”

The glint in his eyes was so different from Cas. And it ignited a flame within that you didn’t know you had.

“No.”

A grin broke across his face, cruel and pleasured. You knew this was going to be unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

“You’re right about that, sweetheart. Now,” he turned you away to bend you over the bed and tied your wrist together, “let’s pull out your submissive side.” With a snap, he had goosebumps breaking across your skin. His skin pressed up against you, cool and surprising. He chuckled, pressing the hard length to your backside. “Dad must have really liked you, Jimmy. Lucky Y/N.”

You pushed back, wiggling and pressing your thighs together in anticipation. He kicked your legs opened, spreading you out before reaching down to your folds. His chest rumbled as he found the slick there.  With agonising slowness he stroked you, occasionally pulling high enough to flick against your clit. He kissed between your shoulder blades and added another finger, pumping you to a slow, intense build. He blew cold air on your skin, distracting you from soaring too high. You groaned but worked your hips till your ass cheeks were wrapped around his cock. As you arched your back with pleasure, you moved up and down.

“That’s a neat trick,” Lucifer panted. He flipped you onto your back and spread your legs again till your toes barely touched the floor. “But are you ready for us?” He teased the head at your entrance, making you gasp. “Yes or no, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

There was a moment of stillness, then he began to sink into you, pushing and pulling to open you more. Though your vision fluttered, his was focused on you, grinning harshly as you mewled and quaked around him. With a grunt, he sheathed completely in you. You cried out and continued to do so as he set a controlled pace. The rope on your wrists loosened till it slithered away, replaced by warm tendrils that pulsed like they were alive. They pulled your arms to your sides then up around the back of his neck. You curled your fingers in the short hairs at the base of his neck, tugging lightly like you knew how Cas liked it.

But this wasn’t Cas.

You remembered that as another tendril crawled across your body and wrapped itself around your throat.

Are you okay with this?

You’d always wanted to try it, but never thought you had the right partner to ask.

Answer? He loosened the grip and started to pull away, but you let out a jumble of sounds.

Please, don’t stop.

His pace shuddered, then began anew. Faster. Harder. He twisted and angled till he found the spot that made you silent and boneless, pushing you both up to the middle of your bed. You gasped, sucking in the air allowed to you. You were close. And from the feel of Lucifer’s pace, so was he.

Do you know how beautiful you look, Y/N? Quivering under me. Around me. Your hair spread out and your face shimmering with pleasure. The way I can feel your heart thundering in your chest, how our bodies slide against one another. I’m sure you can feel how you’re affecting me. Now open your eyes, watch me as I watch you come.

“Come Y/N.”

He released the grace around your throat, filling your lungs with oxygen. Another tendril pressed down on your clit, circling it fiercely. You tumbled over the edge with a weak cry, a poor sign of the blaze erupting inside you. He slammed into you twice, three more times, then coated your walls with cum.

The grace holding your wrists slid away. You reached around his chest to pull him close, spooning him as he laid down beside you. His chest rose and fell against your face, still cool to the touch. He pushed a strand of hair off your face as you closed your eyes.

They snapped back open as you heard the front door slam shut and Dean shout to announce the pizza. With a jolt, you remembered that the plan was to have Lucifer tied up before they got home.

“The deal’s still on the table.” He broke your train of thought, or read it. “If you were unsatisfied with your care, then the ropes are right there.” He nodded at them tied in a neat bow on the headboard.

If you were quick maybe you could make it. He twitched the grace still resting on your clit, pulling out a moan from your sensitivity. He hummed at you, knowing you were lost completely to him.

Tags: 

@k-s-p-n-a   @tattooedanddepressed  @fightsugar @tomhiddlesmom 

Promises Part 6: What About Her?

Aebli Leave a comment
image

Loki questions Theoric for what his plans were for you. They battle, stuck between Muspelheim and Asgard, for heart and realm.

Characters: Loki, Theoric, fire giants

Warnings: battle violence

Word Count: 900+ (wow, so short)

Note: I didn’t mean for this to come out so short, but it says what it needs too. Only one more chapter after this! Please reblog, like, and comment to let me know how you’ve liked the series so far. And please send me requests!

image

(Gif by @anneboleyns)

“You know nothing of my plans,” Theoric growled. He pulled a dagger and launched himself at Loki, aiming for his throat.

Loki side stepped and pulled his pair of blades. He threw one at Theoric’s head, nicking his cheek as Theoric twisted away. When Theoric turned back around, his cut was flowing freely and he was livid.

“I know it is the ring. It stung me when she touched my arm in the library. I could feel the powerful magic then, but I was not sure how you managed it.” He pulled the papers from his pocket. “Your handwriting is distinct from Y/N’s. Yet, these are translations from the same text. There is a second volume, is there not?” Loki stayed planted as Theoric paced around him a couple meters away. “You gave her just enough to help your plan.”

“Yes,” Theoric growled. “She is more powerful than the fire giants realize. They would eliminate her. You should be thanking me for saving her life.”

Loki chuckled. “If my memory serves correct, she saved yours.”

“True. But their plan was to kill her in the conquest of the palace. With my ring on her finger, she cannot be hurt by their flames.”

By now Theoric was behind Loki, who could feel a powerful essence come into being and surge towards him. Loki rolled, crouching and ready to spar once again, but the blast kept flying. It dispersed upon contact with the stopped tunnel. With a quaking groan that rattled the floor, the tunnel started to grow again. Loki tried to stop it, but Theoric spun around him and slashed down at his wrist. Loki was able to escape most of the blade, but a thin red line welled up through his skin. Theoric flicked the air over his cut with a grin.

“Now we are even.”

Loki stood, following Theoric as he walked backwards into the tunnel as it grew brighter. “And what was your plan for Y/N? At some point, she was going to have to take off the ring. Even then, her mind is strong. Your spell would not have survived her will during the coup d’état, no matter how strong it was woven.”

“Trust my ingenuity, Loki, she would be surrounded on all sides. It is a simple spell at its heart. It only keeps her from thinking unwell of me past common irritation. Something common between a married couple.”

Loki leapt towards Theoric, wrapping his hands around his throat. “She will not yield to your treachery.”

“How do you know she has not already?” Theoric wheezed with a grin. As Loki’s grasp faltered in shock, Theoric kicked at his chest, sending him flying backwards. Loki was back to his feet in a second.

As he stood, he snickered at Theoric. He watched as the tunnel’s end began to come to a close. With a shrug, his green and gold shimmered into red and silver. Copies walked out from behind him, encircling the true and illusion Theoric. The center pair collided with each other in a tangle of limbs. They rolled and twisted till they could break apart and stand in opposite spots.

One slashed towards the other, then leapt back as he retaliated with his own swing. As he came in to land a punch, he tossed the blade to his other hand. The circle of Theorics stood silently as the two battled in the middle. As one they took a step inward, limiting the space. The tunnel was getting darker as it drew closer to Muselpheim. He took his chance to block the descending blade and thrust his own towards his opponent’s chest. They came to a quaking stand-still as muscles rippled under silver armour and the illusions stepped closer in. One twisted away as the other forced his blade to the other’s shoulder. This opened up room for the other blade to sink itself into an opening in the armour.

The red and silver shimmered away as the dark encircled the men. Hot red light streamed in as the door opened.

“Give me something to contain him,” the victor demanded. He received wrought iron shackles, which he smugly clicked onto the bleeding man. “Is all prepared on your side?”

“It is. Do we attack now?” The leading giant stepped closer, twisting his axe in hand.

“No. Not all is in place in Asgard.” Loki glowered up at Theoric and took a breath to speak. Theoric stuffed his mouth a glove, making him choke around the fabric. “There is still a wedding to take place.” Loki twisted against his bonds, shouting muffled commands at the giants in the space.

“You should be preparing for battle, not attaching yourself to the witch.”

Theoric twisted around to stare down the giant towering over him. “Without her magic, this plan will not work. Besides, I may need the time to tie up any loose ends that have unravelled. Prince Loki’s presence is… unsettling.” Theoric turned back around to view his fuming form, then kicked him in the chin. Loki jerked backwards and moved no more.

“Keep him here. If he wakes, do not listen to a word he says. He can transform and may try to confuse you. Once the ceremony is complete, I will come and open the final portal. If I do not come, then I have been captured and the Muspel conquest of Asgard will have to wait till I escape.” He faced the room and spoke to the gathered warriors. “The day will come though when you will see Asgard with flames in her turrets. It will come.”

He bowed to the room, then turned on his heel and walked back down the passage, leaving the fire giants to drag Loki away into the darkness.

Part 7 Finale: Sealed With a Kiss 

Tags: 

@cutie1365 @1superwhogirl1 @damalseer @drumbells @earinafae @impossiblyangrypaper @indaybella99 @inkhandsammy @itsjusthaawo @itswingedprincess @mayorofzillyhoo @shockwavee @solsticestorm @supermarvelousfanfics @fandom1089 @greek-geek481