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Quiet

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Sam makes the observation that the reader is louder watching wrestling than in bed. She challenges him by saying he is too loud to hear her. The reader comes up with a way for him to finally hear her, and benefits from it.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, alternate to ball gag, Dean interrupting cuddling

Word Count: 1330

Note: Again, I am guilty of writing in class instead of taking notes. Oh well, here’s a Sam smut that I hope you guys will enjoy. My friends always check on my voice after a night of watching wrestling, since I’m not so loud during the day. Let me know if you’re the same or the opposite, or any mix in between. Also let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list. And my requests are open! Don’t be shy, and hope you like this.

“Come on, Ambrose, you’ve got this!”

It didn’t matter that it was an old match with an ending you already knew; the point of watching wrestling was to destress. To get yourself relaxed after a hunt so you could sleep. Usually, the mere size of the bunker buffered your shouts from bothering the Winchesters, but your room wasn’t completely soundproof.

“I don’t understand how you can be quiet as a mouse every other second of the day, then create noise as loud as that.” Sam stood in your open doorframe. You didn’t hear him come in.

You paused the match and looked up at him sheepishly. “Sorry, Sam. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

Sam smirked. “No. If I can sleep through a lifetime of Dean’s snores, I can sleep through anything when it’s safe to. Which match is it?” You made space on your bed for him and gave him a quick summery of the feud leading up to the match. He watched your computer screen and occasionally glanced at you when you let out a particularly intense reaction. He got into it eventually but kept his reactions to flexing when someone took a hard bump.

“You’re doing it again,” you said after one such flex.

“Huh?”

You poked at his arm as he flexed again. “That. Right against me.”

Sam poked you back. “Am I distracting you from your match?” He laughed high and free as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Careful, Y/N, or I’ll find some better use for that tongue. Make you really scream.”

Ambrose and Rollins froze and the match went to black as you closed your laptop. “Is that so? Even if you could make me scream,” you gasped as Sam flipped you beneath him. His eyes glowed with promise, daring you to continue. “…you wouldn’t be able to hear it over how loud you are.”

“I can’t help it,” he said. He leaned down and breathed over the hollow of your throat before whispering in your ear, “you always feel so good. Take me so well. Make me lose my mind.” He shifted to plant his knee between your thighs, keeping you from rubbing them together. He smirked as you angled your hips to rub up and down on this thigh instead. “Is that an invitation to try again? To make you feel so wonderful?”

You were already soaked, and he technically hadn’t touched you yet. “Yes.” You tilted your head to give Sam more room to suck on your neck. Clothes were removed, chill bumps were raised, and your bodies were covered in open-mouthed kisses. You ran your fingers up into your hair as Sam reached down between your legs. Heat was already present in your cheeks and hot ice was in your veins. He stroked you, curling and thrusting in every way that made your heart thump wildly in your chest. Your eyes closed as the first wave of bliss ran through you. Sam hummed at your breathy sigh.

“That,” he said, sucking your juices off his fingers, “was not loud.”

In your post-orgamsic haze, you came up with an idea. Sam leaned with your touch as you pushed him to his back. Leaning across his body, you grabbed your discarded panties off the floor. You balled up the fabric and arched your eyebrow at Sam. He grinned. Then he opened his mouth and accepted the make-shift gag. It must have tasted strongly of you, having been soaked earlier, because he hummed around it and gripped at your hips like he does when he is particularly pleased.

His eyes widened as you sank onto his length, mouth hanging open and breathless. He stayed still as you worked your way down. With each drop, you let your inhibitions drop away and let your voice do what it wanted to. Maybe it was watching WWE right before, maybe it was because you knew how intently Sam was listening, but this time you were louder. You stopped once he was fully sheathed and propped yourself on his chest. He curled his hands over yours and gave them a tight squeeze before moving them to your hips. You were so full you didn’t realize what he was planning.

You screamed as he lifted you and slammed up into you. It was more shock than delight… the first time. Sam kept going, pulling from you a series of different screams you didn’t know you had in you. He growled through the ‘gag’ as your fingers curled, digging your nails into his skin. Your eyes darted from the red welts to his eyes. And stayed there. You saw the lustful darkness there. Then the roll of them as he tried to hold off. You bounced faster, shivering as your release danced closer. Sam twisted and got you there. Your vision dropped out and missed seeing him watch enraptured by you.

While you were catching your breath, he flipped you beneath him. His arms curled under you, and he reached up to the back of your head. Gingerly, he angled you to look up at him. He removed the gag and kissed you. You sighed as he began to roll his hips again. Slower. Intently. He licked at the sweat collected in the hollow of your throat.

The hoarseness in the back of your throat didn’t bother you. All the same, you slipped back into your soft sighs and mewls. Sam kissed his was across your jaw and rested his head on your shoulder. You licked his ear right next to your mouth. His hands gripped you tight. All the while, he thrust languidly accented with a few losses of composure. You felt him smile against your skin as those moments made you gasp out.

Sam lost himself in those gasps. He started to do everything he could to make you make that sound over and over again. You keened as he bit lightly onto your shoulder, muffling his own noises. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him back to look at you.

“I want to hear you, Sam. Please. Don’t hold back anymore.” You smiled at him. He nodded and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

You arched as he moved faster. His grunts and growls filled the air, mixing with the sound of his hips crashing into yours. Using you arch, he nipped at the underside of your neck. You met him thrust for thrust, making Sam toss his head back. Using the chance, you returned the kiss, mouthing over his Adam’s apple where it bobbed in his throat. He whined and rubbed at your clit, sending you over the edge with an echoing high-pitched cry. Sam followed soon after, then fell to one side of you.

Over his heaving chest, you laid one hand and curled into his side.

“Damn,” he breathed.

You hummed in agreement.

There was a buzzing. Sam groaned and leaned half off the bed to search through his clothes. He chuckled and answered Dean’s call.

“When the two of you are done fucking like rabbits, we’ve got a case,” Dean growled.

“You couldn’t just come to the door?” Sam kissed the side of your head as Dean disagreed.

“And risk having to hear round whatever up close? No thanks.” Dean paused. “Is Y/N at least alive?”

You grinned and took the phone from Sam. “Barely. We’ll be out in a few.” You hung up before he could say anything else. The phone plopped into Sam’s clothes while you snuggled him for a few more seconds. “We should get ready.”

“We should.” Sam stroked your hair then rolled out from under your touch. He started to put on his clothes. You caught him smiling and arched an eyebrow at him. “Now that we know that I can be somewhat quiet, and I know you can be quiet, do you want to not wait till we get back here from the hunt to… try that again?”

It was awfully tempting.

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Such a Tease

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Mutual teasing in public leads to an evening of continuing the teasing in private.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader (Y/N), appearances by other WWE members

Warnings: alcohol consumption, SMUT, teasing (public and private), oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 1815

Note: I had half an idea… then Extreme Rules happened and people gif-ed the heck out the perfect moment. It’s my first Roman Reigns fic, so please let me know how what you thought of it with comments, reblogs, and likes. If you like my style, my requests are open, as well as my tag lists. 

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The group of people around the bar’s corner table erupted into laugher.

“Are you serious?” You asked.

“Yeah, we try each other’s moves all the time. It was just that one sparring session that went a little…” Dean whistled and circled a finger next to his head.

Jimmy gave him a gentle shove. “I wasn’t that bad. Anybody can superman-punch if you jump high enough.”

Naomi giggled. “Babe, I know you tried, but it was a little funny.” She giggled again when he frowned at her. It turned into a smile after she kissed his temple. He pulled her face up into a more serious kiss.

Dean poked Jimmy in the shoulder. “Oy, I thought we said no PDA. Nobody’s that drunk yet.”

“No, you said that.” Roman laughed at Dean’s sour face. “And I think it’s because your girl had to ditch you for the night.”

“Well,” you said with a grin, “someone has to work for a living around here, and it’s certainly not you boys.” You gave Naomi a high-five as the guys argued back. Even though she was on Smackdown and you were on Raw, being married to equally hot Samoans had its perks in the supportive women area.

“We work.” Dean crossed his arms, then grinned as a gleam lit his eyes. “Feisty Irish Finn is a job to take down, no matter what day of the week. Just ask Ro.” The group members groaned and begged him not to tell another embarrassing sparring story. But he was already off and it would be impossible to stop him. You considered paying the bartender to slip some tougher stuff into his drinks to knock him out faster.

Then you felt Roman’s hand slide up your thigh, warm and heavy. 

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Beltane

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Yesterday the reader teased the demon king. Today Finn took his retribution.

Pairing: Demon King Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, bondage, teasing, oral (female receiving), orgasm denial (supernaturally)

Word Count: 1590

Note: Beltane is the original ancient version of what became May Day, celebrated on May 1st. I figured Balor would know of both versions and everything in between and select the best parts for “playing.” Please let me know if you enjoyed the fic with any reaction you would like. This was my first smutty Finn fic, and it was inspired by the fabulous ‘Arranged Marriage’ drabble series by @wrestlingxbalorxrollins . My tag lists and requests are open and I love hearing from you guys. Now please enjoy!

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When you woke up you couldn’t move your arms. Your ankles. Or anything for that matter. Finn was standing in front of you half-dressed in a suit. His white sleeves were rolled up, the fabric straining to contain the muscle underneath. The gleam in his eye and the smirk on his lips made you swallow and pull at the restraints.

“You were very naughty yesterday.”

You licked your lips. “You’ve been busy.”

Finn hummed in agreement. “Matters of state make me that way. So when I say I need to focus, that is not an invitation for you to do everything in your power to distract me.”

The ribbons wrapped around your torso pulled at your dress as you tried to lean towards him. Looking down, the cris-crossing black fabric shimmered into bright colors where it caught the light. Finn snapped and they all fluttered away, releasing you. He caught you before you could stumble, but pinned your arms to your side where you could not touch him. He pushed you back until the pole behind you was back between your shoulder blades. The tilt of his head alerted that he was waiting for an apology. Which you weren’t ready to give yet.

“What finally got me in trouble?” You squeaked as Finn shifted your wrists into one hand behind the pole. He cupped the other around your face and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You were in trouble the second you walked into the war room wearing that dress.” He stepped back but a ribbon held your wrists together.

You knew what you looked like. It was very low cut in the front and the back, ensuring the inability to wear a bra. The spring-green fabric hung on every curve of your body accentuating them and fluttering around your ankles. The generals knew to keep their eyes on the strategy table laid out for battle, or they would lose them.

“Luckily for you, the battle was won last night, giving me all sunrise to come up with this.” He gestured to the floor-to-ceiling pole and its ribbons, which were hovering outward in a circle nearly the entire width of the room. “It’s a May Pole. Humans originally created it to celebrate the spring holiday of Beltane, a fertility holiday. Though this function is of my own design.” He called one ribbon down from the ceiling with the curl of his finger. It slid down your front and under your dress. Another joined it, pulling the opposite way. Finn caught your eyes once more, then opened his thumb and forefinger from their pinching position. Your dress was pulled in two directions, shredding down the middle.

The air cooled around you, bringing your nipple into peaks. Finn growled to see that you were bereft of any underwear. He nodded with a smile and stepped closer. His lips pressed against you, stealing your breath. Your composure. You moaned into his mouth and parted your lips so his tongue could explore you. Finn’s kiss was controlling, commanding. You weren’t going to breathe unless he allowed you too. And he was going to take what he wanted until such a time. A shiver ran through you as his fingers traced up your sides. He thumbed over your nipples. You arched into his touch, writhing as you fought for air. He watched you gasp when he finally broke away. You tensed under his touch as he again ran his thumb over your bottom lip, now swollen. Balor chuckled as you couldn’t help but suck it gently into your mouth.

Finn pulled away and kissed roughly under your jaw, down your neck, between your breasts. While he groped wildly at one, he nipped and sucked on the other. More ribbons curled around your arms, further restricting your movements. You were quivering by the time he finished switching his lavishing attention. As Finn sank to his knees before you, ribbons crossed beautifully across your body. It wasn’t rope, but it had the same intention behind it. The well-placed knots where they crossed dug into your skin in zones Finn knew you were sensitive. He’d just kissed across them.

Your thighs were pushed open so he could breathe warm air over your pussy lips. The ribbons tying you to the pole gave you no room to buck down towards his mouth. You moaned as he flattened his tongue against you. It was borderline cruel how when he thrust his finger into you; he only stroked fast enough to bring you to the brink. The second one made you cry out. The third finger was just on this side of torture.

“Finn,” you moaned, “please.”

“No.” Finn sucked harshly on your clit. “I am nowhere near finished with playing with you.”

He continued to lap at you, thrusting his fingers faster and faster while your legs quaked. With his fingertips dragging at your walls, his desperate feasting on your clit, and his hungry hums of delight, your eyes rolled and the ribbons pressed into your skin as your legs gave out. When you were finally able to see mostly straight, Finn had licked you off his fingers. The tinkling of his belt brought your vision back into focus.

“Thought that would get your attention.” His warm hands massaged your shoulders and your wrists as the ribbons fluttered back up towards the ceiling. “Do you like this, or would you prefer to move to the bed?”

You shook your head. “I like this.” You gave him a quick kiss. “I love you, and I trust you.”

Finn returned your kiss, pressing against you close enough to feel the bulge in his pants against your core. Freed from your bonds, you could rotate your hips forward, surely leaving wet remnants on his crotch. Finn leaned his forehead against yours, fighting to catch his breath as you kept moving. He covered your hands with his where they rested on his chest. It made you smile when he let out a stuttering moan. He guided your wrists above your head to rest against the May pole. There was a whisper of fabric as the ribbons wrapped around them, securing you. Finn stepped back, chest heaving.

“If I let you keep moving like that…”

He snapped his fingers, making his clothes disappear in the blink of an eye. You licked your lips, watching him stroke his length. A whine sounded from the back of your throat. Ribbons wrapped around your hips after you bucked them forward. Finn stepped closer and teased his head at your entrance. He nuzzled his nose against yours and again teased at your nipples. Distracted by his touch, you cried out as he sheathed himself fully. There was time for you to catch your breath and to adjust to him before he began to move.

The vessel of the demon king was perfect as executing the perfect pleasure torture. Fast. Slow. Alternating between the two at such random intervals that you were never ready. He moaned with your alternating cries, enjoying it as much as you. Just as you would reach something close to a peak, Finn would switch his tactics and take your release two steps back before working you back up again. At first, that was all you thought it was. But the lightning running through your veins and the ice hot sensation of your skin said otherwise. You were right on the edge; something was holding you back.

“Finn, please let me come.” When he didn’t answer, a shiver ran through you. “Please let me come. Balor.”

He looked up at you and grinned. There was a red twinge to the gleam in his eyes. “I don’t know. We both like the idea of you being a quivering mess. Perhaps edge you all day.” He swallowed your keening with a nose-smashing kiss. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down harder on his length. “What do you say to that?” he growled in your ear.

“No, please,” you begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t interrupt again. Please let me, oh, let me come.”

He sucked on your neck and spun his thumb on your clit. “Then cum. And keep coming until I let you stop.”

Your vision blurred as the orgasm crashed through you. You mewled as he kept moving, speeding up to chase his own release. The next release followed quickly. He pulled your legs up around his hips since they could no longer support you. His chest was heaving, and his thrusts began to falter. Through your haze, you could hear someone screaming. It must have been you because your throat was sore by the time the last wave overtook you. Your vision whitened. Finn’s gasping grunts followed as he pumped his hips the last few times.

The ribbons released you, letting you drop into his arms. He carried you to the bed. The soft fabric helped ease the ache out of your body, even as he massaged your shoulders and rubbed lotion on your wrists.

“If I have your permission to tease, can we do that again some time?” You yawned. It never did take you long to fall asleep after such a session.

“But if I give you permission, then I can’t ‘punish’ you.” He stroked your jaw, watching your eyes flutter and fight their heaviness. “Do I have permission to punish you even though you have permission to tease me. Sparingly?”

You hummed in agreement. “Happy Beltane, Finn.” The words had barely left your lips before you were asleep.

“Happy Beltane, moi chroi.”

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When in Paris

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Prompt: Hi could I please have a Loki fic where he and reader make love in various public places in Paris ending in the top of the Eiffel Tower dom!loki please? {And:} Hi may I have a dom!Loki fic where he and reader are in Paris and he takes her in very public places?

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, public smut, smut protected by magic, risk of being seen, language, Loki being Loki, slight overstimulation, fluff ending

Word Count: 2560

Note: This is an incredibly naughty fic. It may be the city of romance, but I do not condone trying out these places in such a way. Except maybe the first one if it’s dark enough outside that you are hidden. Thank you to the anon(s) for this request! As always, my requests and tag lists are open, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

When you woke up the first time, your face was smashed into an unfamiliar pillow and Loki was tightly hugging you from behind. His breathing was even, still in the clutches of blissful sleep. You breathed deep and turned too curl into his chest. The glance of the room wasn’t enough to tell you anything more about your location, but Loki was there. You were safe.

The second time you woke up, Loki was stroking your face. His whispered voice humming your name finished pulling you out of your sleep. You hummed back and buried your face further into his chest. It was brighter. You were not ready to deal with it just yet.

“Come, love. I have a surprise for you.”

“Does the surprise explain why we’re not at home?” You suppressed a smile as Loki swallowed covertly. Busted.

“It does. And I think you will like it.” He pushed a curl out of your face and waited. When you still refused to open your eyes, Loki made do.

“Ow!” You glared at him and rubbed at your forehead where he’d poked you.

“Next will be the covers.” His grin promised that he would stay true to his word. He chuckled when you groaned and sat up against the backboard with you.

It looked like an apartment. It was painted light blue with gold accents and there were bright red roses in the various vases around the room. The matching drapes fluttered in the window, drawing your attention to the cool breeze wafting into the room. A Loki double shimmered nearby and pulled back the fabric. Outside you could make out a faint skyline, though the distance obscured your vision.

“Is that?” You gasped. “Is that Paris?” Before Loki could answer, you toppled him over in the bed with a flurry of kisses. You both laughed as Loki tried to speak through your delighted interruptions.

“You. Said. You always. Wanted to come.” Loki flipped you and pinned your arms beside your head.

“I like my surprise,” you said, beaming. A confused squeal erupted from your lips as Loki tugged you from the bed and carried you to the window and stood you against the outside wall. The confusion turned to fright as he tugged down your sleeping shorts. “What are you-“ Loki silenced you with a nip to your inner thigh. You knew exactly what he was doing. “We’ll be seen.”

Loki growled. “Your surprise is not complete. Now take it like a good girl and stand there. If you can manage it.” He didn’t let you argue and continued nipping at your thigh. He scratched his nails up your legs to your hips. When he had you pinned firmly to the wall, he nosed your stance wider and began to lap at your center. You moaned and bucked down towards his ministrations, clamping your hand over your mouth. He stopped. “We are several floors above the square. If they hear you, it will mean you are truly enjoying yourself. Relax. It’s all part of the surprise.”

You uncovered your mouth just in time to sigh something along the lines of ‘Yes sir’ as Loki added his long fingers to your pleasure. He curled and twisted them, relishing in the squelching and your breathless sighs. Your thighs began to tremble on either side of his face. To balance you, he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder, steadying you with his kneeling position. His slurping grew louder as you clawed frantically at his shoulders. At the edge of your vision, you could see the Eiffel tower, but your vision rolled into the back of your head as Loki roughly thumbed at your clit. You quaked against the wall as the orgasm washed over you. He hummed in delighted success and carried you back to the bed once your shivers had receded.

With a snap of his fingers, you were cleaned up and dressed in the matching set of underwear that was his favorite. You got up and swayed your hips on the way to the closet. “Did you happen to bring any clothes for me to wear?”

Loki leaned against the headboard. “I considered only bringing this beautiful selection and then clothing you with magic for the day. But if you drive me to distraction, as you do, I don’t want to share the sight of you with the other tourists.” He chuckled as you opened the closet doors to reveal a few of your sundresses. “Lady’s choice.”

You smirked at him and chose one of the longer ones with a heavier hem than the rest. Hopefully, today wouldn’t be too breezy. A hum of excitement settled into your skin. You were in Paris. And you were wearing clothes that could be ‘easily accessed.’

After pulling your hair back, Loki whisked you out the door and began your tour. He knew your list well. He promised the trip was going to be for multiple days, so places like the Louvre could happen later. Around mid-day, you arrived at Versailles. When the majestic palace drove into view, you gripped Loki’s hand tight and didn’t let go for most of the tour. It was everything you had hoped it would be. Beautiful and with a sad story, and so filled with a history that you spilled out to Loki with every chance you took.

The Hall of Mirrors came into view. It was crowded but emptied out by a lot as a tour group left. Loki tugged you into a corner and pinned you between him and the mirrors. He placed a finger on your lips and closed his eyes in concentration. A bubble like a two-way mirror surrounded you from floor to ceiling. Outside of it, you could see doubles of Loki and yourself reading a pamphlet. Inside the bubble, Loki sucked on your neck.

“You will have to be quiet here,” he whispered. “This magic is not soundproof. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You in return angled your head up to give him more access to your throat.

“Good girl,” he hummed. “You are allowed to make yourself cum, though I suggest you do it quickly. Your dress has been an inspiration.”

He put light pressure on your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. You reached up and undid the front of his pants and helped his length out into the open. With an arched eyebrow, he encouraged you to take it into your mouth. His jaw clenched as you followed his silent command and he gripped your hair tightly. Looking up past him, you could see yourself reflected all around you in the mirrors protected by the magic. Outside, the crowd was oblivious to your actions. You reached under your skirt with the thrill of it, moaning around Loki at how wet you were.

Loki growled in pleasure and warning. A patron standing outside looked around for the noise, then continued on their way. You moved faster. It was a bit of a challenge to keep quiet bobbing back and forth on Loki’s cock. You swallowed as you grazed over your clit. The jolt almost sent Loki off balance, but he didn’t seem to care. With a start, you wondered if his magic would hold if you ‘distracted’ him. You moved your fingers under your skirt faster. Loki’s grip on your shoulder and your hair tightened and his mouth was parted with silent panting. Your movements on him slowed as you reached your second peak of the day. His green eyes were bright and stayed on you, glinting with delight. They clamped shut as his cum filled your mouth. You swallowed it down, careful not to spill a drop.

When you were finished, he helped you to your feet and straightened your dress. He took your fingers into his mouth and sucked your essence off them. With another snap of his fingers, your hair was righted, his clothes were straightened, and the juncture of your thighs were warm as is he had cleaned you up with a warm towel. The doubles turned their backs to you and you walked into them, them fading into you as Loki’s magic ended. The rest of Versailles was the same as the beginning, but Loki’s hand on your hip or the small of your back reminded you of what else the day might hold.

It was getting dark. While there were still a few days to get there, you were kind of disappointed that Loki hadn’t led you to the place at the top of your list. You trusted his plan but still wanted to have that moment on the first day.

You were finishing a midnight dessert when Loki took your hand and led you into an alley. It was too dark to see where you were going, but you felt he ground change beneath your feet from stone to metal. When you emerged from the other side, the skyline was below you. You stepped away from Loki and moved around in the space. After a few seconds of observation, you ran back to him and jumped into his arms.

“You didn’t forget!”

“Of course not, love.” Loki kissed you on the tip of your nose, smiling as you scrunched up your face. “We’re coming again tomorrow so you can see Paris in the daylight, but I wanted to give you the nighttime view without the crowd. Enjoy.”

He let you go and tried to keep up a you hurried from one view to another on top of the Eiffel Tower. Eventually, he gave up and stood in one corner of the platform. Though you couldn’t see it, he watched you with a blissful smile as you rushed to absorb the view as much as possible. It amused him that you couldn’t seem to see enough of the lights of Paris. Normally the light pollution would prevent seeing the stars too, but that is what magic is for. He chuckled as you crashed into him; your breathing was rushed, and your face flushed despite the cool night air.

“Do you like your surprise?” he asked. You could only hum in delight as you continued to soak up the experience. He stood behind you at the railing, watching the city below while resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand resting on your hip trailed forward over your stomach, making your breath hitch. “Do you have enough for one more?”

You groaned and leaned back into him. “Yes, Loki.” You jumped as he lightly slapped the top of your thigh. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now stand still.” He reached under the front of your skirt and teased his fingers at the top of your panties. His touch grazed over your clothed sex, making you buck into his hand. His breath was hot on the back of your neck. You keened as he kept his touch on the outside of the fabric, still managing to work you up until he could feel your arousal through it. He nipped at your neck and sucked on your pulse point. Already you were so close. Loki knew you so well and knew how to play your sensations like a lustful instrument.

When he finally touched your heated skin you gasped at his freezing touch. “Loki,” you said, biting down on your lip. You gripped the railing hard enough for your knuckles to lighten.

“Be loud for me darling. Let go as much as you like.” His voice dipped into a promising growl. “Tell me how much you are enjoying your pleasure.”

You let out a surprised squeak as he snapped his fingers to make your clothes disappear. A shiver of thrill shot through you, making you giggle. You were naked on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Leave it to Loki to take your wildest dreams to greater heights.

He had your full attention once again as his skin pressed against yours. His length was pressed into your backside. You arched under the touch of his lips kissing their way across your shoulder blades even as he dipped his fingers into your sex. He chuckled at your sad cry as he pulled them away. The emptiness was replaced by a series of short thrusts until he bottomed out. Your grip on the railing almost failed as your body fluttered around him.

Warm shivers spread through your body as Loki ran his hands down either side your spine to grasp your hips. The first collision made you both cry out. He kept his pace erratic. Random. Even as you attempted to push back against him to find some rhythm, Loki kept control. The pace stayed slow for what seemed like an eternity. Loki reached around and played equally slow circles into your clit.

“Please,” you moaned.

“Oh, do you want something, pet?”

“Fuck me, sir. Need you.”

“Is that so?” Loki’s laugh rumbled as you whimpered. “Ask again. Nicely.” He gave a swat to your ass, then kneading the sting away.

“Please, sir. Fuck me. Like only you can. Please, please, please.”

You broke off with a mangled breath. Loki did what you asked, setting a ruthless pace. That icy fire raced from your heart through your body, jolting with each touch to your clit. The lights of the city below blurred and blinked in and out as you fought to keep your eyes open. Loki’s breathing was ragged above you. Though your legs threatened to collapse, you did your best to push back to meet him. His grip tightened to the possible bruising point on your hips. Leaning down, he bit at the top of your shoulder and sucked hard enough that there would be a bruise in the morning. Your heart was pumping so fast it felt like it might fly out of your chest at any second, but your orgasm ripped through you first. With your walls clamping down on him, Loki’s high-pitched whine mingled with you shouting his name. He kept moving, chasing his release even as your body tried to wriggle away from the overstimulation. He finally stilled, coating your walls with his cum, making you shudder with each spurt.

Both of you fought to catch your breath. When you had found yours, Loki turned you around and stole it away again with a deep kiss.

Loki lifted you into his arms and carried you in the direction of the portal. For a split second, you worried that he was going to walk back into the earlier alley and come out with a still-naked you at the same café. You sighed slightly in relief as the apartment came into view. He placed you on the bed and joined you a few minutes after cleaning you up by hand and making sure you had some water.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You were confused. “Shouldn’t I be saying that? You were the one who gave me the surprise.”

“You gave me equal joy in letting me be a part of your excitement for this city. You are one of a kind, darling.” He kissed your forehead and helped you wiggle closer to his chest. You were asleep soon with your steady breathing giving warm puffs to his chest. Loki watched you sleep with a small smile on his face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb for a while before dropping off to sleep too.

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Well Studied

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Prompt: Is it okay to request Ulysses Klaue x male Wakandan reader? I was going to leave the ideas to you but maybe Klaue and the reader run into each other and Klaue tries to seduce the reader into working with him (smut possibly)

Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x Male Wakandan Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Warnings/Promises: antiquity smuggling (please don’t actually do this or encourage it), more plot than smut but there is a little

Word Count: 1740

Note: There is a huge intro to the smut, but I hope it makes it all that more powerful. Please let me know if I succeeded, or which points I need to work on. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always great ways to give feedback. They don’t even have to be full sentences; keyboard smashes and gifs are perfectly acceptable. Thanks to the anon for this request. I hope you all like it!

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As the door opened at your back, you knew you were in trouble. The norm was for it to crash against the wall and send a few things in the workshop clattering to the floor. Maybe make a new recruit jump. Not this time. It opened slowly. Creaking.

“There he is,” you boss said. The voice doesn’t even make you turn around. He waits patiently while you place down the tools you had been using to clean the artifacts in front of you. Well, almost all of them.

“Don’t try anything.” The visitor’s accented voice pauses the scalpel sliding into the cover of your palm. “Your boss says you know some things about a place I’m very curious about.” He doesn’t flinch as you spin around. When you would re-meet him years later he would have greying hair, a prosthetic arm and a brand on his neck. But for now, his smirking face was new to you. Intriguing and dangerous. Quick. Enough so to catch your wrist before you could blink. He pressed his body against you and looked over your shoulder at the artifact you had been working on. “Tell me about it.”

You looked at your boss, who nodded wearily.

“Egyptian. First middle kingdom. Depicting the goddess Sekhmet and her more peaceful sister, Bast.”

“But what is it?” the man asked.

“A spear. I think. I’ve been trying to clean to gears. I’m almost done, but,” you took a deep breath, testing the waters. “I was interrupted.” The man released you and nodded for you to continue. You proceeded to do half an hour’s worth of work as delicately as you could in five. The man didn’t move any further away than a few centimeters. Then came the moment of truth. You found it hard to breath as you stepped away from the table and anyone you might accidentally impale. The locking mechanism clicked promisingly. Then, with a flick of your wrist, the barbs of the double-bladed spear shot out of the shaft. You immediately moved to study it under the lamp, but the man snatched it out of your hands. One of his goons, who you had missed seeing come in, grabbed your arms and held you fast.

The man eased his grip on the spear, handling it with experienced ease and delicacy. “Beautiful,” he muttered. He twisted his wrist and sheathed the blades. “Let’s talk.” The goon behind you led you to walk to your boss’s office. The man continued to observe the artifact before shaking his head. “I’ll take it.”

“What?” You glared at your boss. The deal had been to sell it to the British Museum, fulfilling your dream of working on something in such a prestigious place. You’d thought they had already agreed to buy it.

“And the archaeologist too.” You struggled against the goon, growling when he twisted your arm harshly behind your back. Your boss rushed out of his office quickly as the man flicked his wrist and pressed the ancient blade against your throat. “Calm down, Y/L/N. You’re still gonna get paid an’ everything. I need you as an expert.”

“In what?” you spat.

“In something you are familiar with. Wakanda.” The name froze your blood. The man took used your rigidness and grabbed your face. He placed the spear on the desk then tugged down your bottom lip. The glowing symbols made the man smile. “Welcome to the team, Y/L/N.” At his nod the goon let you go. They stepped to and through the door. The man stopped and motioned for you to follow him.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Klaue. Ulysses Klaue.”

A long series of van rides away, Klaue introduced you to a small unopened crate. While the ‘team’ worked at freeing the lid from its nails, he asked you the inevitable question he had been holding in for the whole trip.

“How does a Wakandan like you come to be? Dealing in antiquities and everything?”

“Mother was a plant. Met my dad; had me. At my sixth birthday, she gave me the gift on my lip. Said I wouldn’t be in the official system. Probably none of the spies’ kids are, and I’m sure there’s more of us than the country would care to admit. When she was called back, she left me with my dad who did his best to raise me on his own. Lived a normal American life. Got to go to college where I studied archaeology. But that was expensive, and archaeology jobs aren’t as plentiful as freshmen professors promise. Ended up where you found me. Paid off college six months ago.” Why didn’t you lie? You had with every other boss offering to pay you for that expertise. Maybe because he knew about some of your past anyways.

“Cool. Congratulations. Have you paid off grad school yet?”

Like that. How did he know that? “Depends on how good this next job is.”

Klaue laughed. “You could pay off yours and several of your friends’ debts when this is done. Interested?”

“Do I have a choice?”

He nodded back and forth. “Yeah. Though I must warn you, saying no would be hazardous to your health.”

You swallowed. “Well, you did already welcome me to the team. Would be terrible hospitality to leave after that. What’s the target?”

“Wakanda’s vibranium reserves.”

Your blood froze for a second time. You licked your lips and let out a shuddered breath. “And I would know how to help you because…?”

From the crate, Klaue held up a familiar leather-bound notebook with a trio of overlapping squares. Your mother’s symbol. That notebook should have been hidden under the floorboards under your bed. For them to even know to look for it meant they had to have been watching you for a longer time than a whim.

“I don’t know what’s written here, but I’m hoping it has the information I’m looking for.” Klaue tossed you the notebook and nodded at a chair.

So began your partnership with Klaue. You translated it and compared the information to that of Klaue’s employer, the Wakandan King’s younger brother N’Jobu. With the information aligning, your mother’s information being more recent, the heist of the vibranium was set into place. Leaving you wondering what Klaue’s next plan for you was. Him plopping down centimeters from you unexpectedly at random times sometimes gave you an answer, and sometimes left you just as confused as before. Though you didn’t mind the conversation and began to look forward to them.

Klaue ignored the way your book shook as he suddenly appeared next to you. “Y/N, Why do you take field notes of the artifacts you smuggle? Your last boss said you demanded to excavate the finds yourself.” He made himself comfortable on the couch where you had been catching up on some reading. The book in your hand was gone soon so he could have your full attention.

“The worst thing about smuggled antiquities is the lost context.” You sighed. “I hate the business, but if it’s going to happen, then I want to make sure it’s done right. Besides, artifacts out of context have no academic value, and can decrease their monetary value.”

“And the chip I found on the spear hanging in my office is the context information?” Klaue studied you as you spoke.

“Yes. I put one on every artifact with all my notes. Any routine cleaning will reveal the chip. The professional collectors like it.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. “There’s always a second one too. In case the person who finds the first one thinks it’s a tracer. I also keep all my notes.”

He nodded. “Meticulous.”

“Always.”

Klaue traced his thumb across your bottom lip. Then up your cheekbone. His eyes followed his movements. “Does this bother you?” When you shook your head, he traced his fingers down your arm and across your chest, chuckling as it shuddered promisingly. “So unbothered. Not as much of a nervous academic as I thought.”

“I’m an archaeologist. I have studied enough to know society’s rules of gender are more fluid than they would like to admit.”

Laughing openly, Klaue rolled away from you. “Always the scholar. Let me guess, the first time was for research?” he teased. You shrugged, neither agreeing or refuting. He laughed again. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He was suddenly pressed against your side, his face centimeters from yours. “How about some research?” He waited on baited breath for your response. When that was not forthcoming, he stroked his palm across the growing bulge in your pants. “Are you up for it?”

Your Adam’s apple bobbed, not unnoticed. He moved away, but you caught the edge of his sleeve. “Why me?” you blurted.

“Because I am a collector of wondrous things.” His eyes bored into yours as he crept closer again. On edge. Waiting for you to change your mind. He smiled when you stayed still. A moan filled your mouth as he pressed his lips against yours. You opened to him willingly.

The evening that followed further proved that Ulysses knew you better than you thought he did. His fingertips glided across your exposed skin rough from time, the friction hitting the sensitive dips in your body and making you shiver. His kisses were also rough, possessive, everywhere. And so rapid that he felt like he was in two places at once. You were hungry too. He growled each time you nipped at his skin. Grunting when you palmed at his cock. A whimper fell from his mouth as you took it into yours. For all the sounds you took from him, he took pleasure from you and repaid it equally.

Soon you were both covered in sweat, bright patches where one had sucked deeply on the skin of the other, and trails of scratches. All the while he worked you open until you were ready. Even then he prolonged the experience, teasing you and chuckling at your desperate moans. At one point you flipped so you were on top. Ulysses growled. “You want to be on top? Fine.” Then he continued controlling the pace, slamming into you until you came. He knew you from the start, but by the end, you knew him too.

The heist took forever to plan. Even longer to activate. By the time it crumbled and the surviving team was branded, you and Ulysses had more control over each other than the moon did on the tide.

For the archaeological backing of history’s gender fluidness, I recommend “Looking at Lovemaking: Constructions of Sexuality in Roman Art, 100 B.C. – A.D. 250” by John R. Clarke. It’s a great book and a great source for anybody who needs a good resource for research. Scholarly, not necessarily for smutty research. Though the pictures could help with that too. *wink*wink*

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Finn Balor NSFW Alphabet

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An alternate version of the standard NSFW Alphabet. It’s more focused on the differences between Finn and Balor, and is individualized to the wrestler by letter. Enjoy!

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Finn Balor NSFW Alphabet

     A: Adam’s Apple  

     B: Bicep 

     D: Duality

     G: Giggle

     N: Neck

     P: Phone Sex

     Q: Queen

     T: Thighs 

     Y: Yellow 

     Z: Zippers 

(If you have any ideas for the missing letters, give me a word to inspire me and I might write it!)

When I First Knew

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Prompt: Can you do something with Tony DiNozzo? When the reader is an old friend and she helps him with Tali, and Tony starts to fall in love with the reader? Just fluff, please.

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: Fluff

Word Count: 1560

Note: This came out so cute! It’s just a quick snapshot of life, but hopefully it gets across the life I imaged Tony, Tali, and Y/N living. For those who have not experienced Small Potatoes… suffer with the rest of us here. Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy it. Requests and my tag lists are still open. If you felt any emotion, please let me know. Keyboard smashes and gif reactions are perfect!

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Tony’s POV:

Before I even had the keys in the lock, I could hear Tali happily screaming for me. She became more frantic as the keys jingled and waved at me through the windows on either side of the door. I left my stuff outside for the moment so I could scoop her up into my arms.

“How’s my Tali doing today?” She giggled as I razzberried her neck before setting her back down.

“Good! Good! Good!” Her English was still minimum, but then, so was my Hebrew. Tali ran back into the living room while I gathered my things and joined her, waving at Y/N. She nodded in agreement with Tali.

“She was good today. Ate all her carrots and everything.” When I was closer she whispered, “and napped like a brick.” She tossed a toy back into the basket, sharing a knowing look that I was probably going to step on it later anyway. I opened my mouth to speak, but she waved my unspoken words away. “Don’t say it. You always say it. Every single day.”

“And I always mean it. Thanks for doing this.”

Y/N groaned. “I still owe you for taking it upon yourself to watch after that scout troupe. If you can handle ten terrified kinds for a week, and not die by the end, then I can watch one adorable little girl and work on my toddler’s Hebrew.”

“It was purely mercenary. I took the kids so you’d do the paperwork.”

“It’s a good thing too. Your handwriting has always been illegible.” We stared at each other for a second then burst out laughing.

Tali looked up from playing and laughed with us, sending us into another fit. Y/N kneeled down and motioned for Tali to hug her goodbye. I would take a triple lecture on Gibbs’s rules over the scene that unfolded. Tali threw her toy at me (the girl’s got aim and quite the arm) and scurried away. If Y/N didn’t get a hug, then she couldn’t possibly leave. And she apparently couldn’t say goodbye if she couldn’t hear herself think.

“What is this?” Y/N asked her, not raising her voice. “We haven’t had a Mama-Drama Melt-Down in two weeks.”

“A Mama-what-now?” Had she used that term before?

“Mama-Drama. When a child suddenly has an audience they haven’t all day and decide to see if the limits are still there to push. Saw it almost every day when my mom ran a small daycare at her house. Never a peep out of any of them until it was time to leave. Good to see the same is unchanged with Tali.”

I flinched as Tali’s shrill voice reached what I hoped was the peak, or so I hoped. “A good thing?”

Y/N chuckled. “Yes. It means she’ll eventually grow out of it.” She moved to sit on the floor where Tali was huddled. “You know the deal. Lunch after Peter Rabbit. Naptime after story. And I go home after Little Einsteins before Small Potatoes comes on.”

I scrunched up my nose at that plan. Tali loved those creepy little British-singing things. And she always made sure I was watching with her and not dozing off. “With your clearance, isn’t there some way you could contact the station and have them flip the shows?”

Y/N wrapped Tali’s arms around her neck and picked her up. “I have higher clearance than you, yes. But media control is not my jurisdiction.”

“Shame.”

I leaned against the frame leading into the kitchen and watched as Y/N talked softly to Tali, reprimanding her but also promising to come back tomorrow. The Y/N I worked with years ago was a hellava shot and had even stared down Gibbs once and won. But on the other side of the coin, it never ceased to amaze me how good she was with kids. Which was why I called her in the first place when I needed help.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? We can break out the grown-up juice before you have to show up at the office. With what’s been going down today, you might need it.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile. “I have a reserve of various juices in the fridge hidden in my desk. And no, I won’t give you the combination.”

“Juice?” Tali asked, popping up from pouting against Y/N’s shoulder.

“It’s on the table. Can I get a hug before I go?” Tali pouted again, but gripped Y/N’s neck and gave her cheek a sloppy kiss. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Tomorrow.” Tali nodded once and hard as if sealing the deal. She was completely over her earlier episode and bounced off, happy and singing softly to herself along with the freaky potatoes.

I led Y/N to the door and held open her jacket. There were things I could say to make her stay a bit longer, but nothing seemed to make it fast enough to my lips. Before I could stop her, Y/N was saying goodbye and giving Tali one last wave.

“See you tomorrow,” she said.

“Tomorrow,” I nodded. Once. Hard. And with a slight pout since I couldn’t find anything else to say. Y/N giggled and left, leaving me to stare after her until the elevator doors closed behind her. Tali called for me and I chuffed at myself. “Falling for the babysitter? Just add it to your list of fulfilled clichés, Tony.”

On the couch, Tali crawled into my lap with a stuffed lion. She sang along and looked at me expectantly. I bobbed my head in participation, though my mind wandered to Y/N. How long had I had these feelings? Looking down at Tali and thinking about how natural Y/N was with her, I realized it didn’t matter. All that did was that I knew now. And, if the lady was willing, I could express this to her.

If I could find the words.

Y/N’s POV

Walking up to Tony’s apartment, I could hear Tali’s giggles through the door. I used my key to let myself in. They were on the couch, Tali freezing after each burst of giggle and pulling Tony’s hand to her tummy to tickle her. With each ‘attack’ Tali would throw her head back into the cushions and laugh with her whole body. Tony’s face was bright and so… peaceful. In a way I hadn’t seen him in a long time.

Tali noticed me and screeched my name. Tony reeled back out of the way as the toddler rocketed off the couch and wrapped her arms around my legs, chanting my name.

“Well hello to you too. Good to know who the favorite is,” Tony snarked with a smile.

“I’m not necessarily the favorite,” I said, picking Tali up. “She sees you all the time. I’m the few and far between treat.” I couldn’t say much more as Tali wrapped her arms around my neck and ‘hugged’ me with constrictor-like strength. When she was satisfied with the amount of love she’d given me, she wriggled until I put her down. Tony and I were forgotten and replaced with her collection of stuffed animals. We walked into the kitchen while she babbled at them in a mix of Hebrew and English.

Tony immediately went to his wine storage and I found two glasses. He poured while I gathered my thoughts.

“Is there a particular reason why you asked me over?” He had tried to sound nonchalant on the phone, but I picked up on the nervousness in his voice.

He didn’t answer for a second, sipping on his wine first. “The plan was to take you to dinner, but then my usual childcare wouldn’t be able to come.”

I laughed. “So you’re plying me with alcohol to get me to stay for dinner?” Tony’s blush was cute, even though he claimed he didn’t have one. I chuckled as he muttered ‘maybe’ under his breath. “What are we making?”

Tony’s eyes darted to the living room, where Tali was in her own little world. “Macaroni and cheese,” he whispered.

Tali’s head popped up and she looked at us. The girl was quick; she read our guilt and knew exactly what he said. She bounced over to us. “Mac an’ chez. Mac an’ chez?”

Tony glanced at me and I nodded. “Yes, Tali,” he said. “Mac and cheese. Sound good for dinner?”

She quickly nodded her head. “Y/N?” Her big eyes looked up at me and my heart could have melted.

“Yes, I’m staying for mac and cheese.” Tony and I laughed as she hopped away, giddy and once again completely oblivious to us.

I watched Tony as he watched her. There was so much love in is eyes for his little girl. I took a sip, hoping it would calm the sudden flip in my stomach. If anything, the alcohol started to seep into my system and let my mind flicker through what life could be like. I shut those familiar thoughts away as Tony found another conversation starter.

But at the back of my mind, the familiar thoughts hovered and grew. Once or twice I tried to bring one up, but the words died on my tongue. They weren’t ready yet. Still half-baked and too fantastical. They needed just a little more time.

Hopefully one day I could find the words.

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Preparing for the Future

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After an evening of scrolling through her friend’s baby’s pictures, the reader’s anxiety of ever having children surfaces. Baron soothes her fears… and opens up another possibility.

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader (married)

Warnings/Promises: angst, talk of infertility, fluff, SMUT, breeding kink

Word Count: 1700

Note: Had a smidgen of an idea then kept daydreaming about it in class. Figured I better write it down before I fail, so I hope you guys like it! Thank you to everyone who responded to the tag opportunity. If you would like to be added to the list, or any other lists (characters, fandoms) please let me know and I’ll get you for the next fic. My requests are open as well and I’ve got a few ready in the queue. Now please enjoy and don’t forget to let me know what you think!

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Baron walked through the door just as you tossed your phone onto the coffee table. It clattered and spun before coming to rest precariously close to the edge. He left his bags by the door and tapped your phone further into the table.

“Who’s done what?” He sat a short distance from you and began to unlace his boots.

“Another one of my high school friends is pregnant. Her husband is blind, so the hospital 3D printed the ultrasound so he could see the baby.” You huffed.

“You’re usually more excited about cool science stuff like that.” He watched your face while you avoided meeting his eyes. “What’s up?”

You bit your lip. Baron waited patiently while you worked out the thoughts you’d never put into words before. “Do you ever feel like we’re behind? Like, we’ve got each other, great jobs, the house. But something is missing and while time is dribbling away you also don’t feel ready? Then what if I am, and.. and then…” Baron calmed your vibrating thoughts by rubbing your thigh. When you were focused enough to think again, you continued.

“It took years for my mother to conceive. My aunt needed surgery to have my cousin. What if I can’t have children?” You sighed and fiddled with the ends of your sleeves. “And what if I do, and then fulfill the curse that all parents face: to put undue pressure on their child?” You looked off into space, talking more to yourself than Baron now. “I’m not sure which is worse. To have the opportunity taken away from you, or to have the gift of creation and screw it up like the rest of your life.”

Baron inched closer to you on the couch. You heard him inhale several times to say something, but nothing made it past his lips. Instead, he wrapped his arm over your shoulder and eased you around so you could bury your face in his chest. If he noticed his shirt was slowly getting wet, he didn’t say anything. Baron held you for as long as you needed as you cried out your fear and frustration. All the while his hand smoothed up and down your back while his chin rested on your head. When you finally pulled back, Baron’s cheeks were wet.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry too,” you mumbled. You reached up and wiped away the tears.

“If you’re hurting, I am too.” He took your left hand and toyed with the diamond on your finger. “We are one after all.” He looked out into the room, not seeing it. “We have time to figure this out,” he said after a minute. “We can start with tests now or later when we’re about ready to start a family. Then, move from there. If everything is good, for both of us, then… great. If not… we’ll find other ventures. Okay?” He looked down at you, lips barely lifted on either side.

“Okay.” You closed your eyes in bliss as he kissed your forehead. “Thanks for listening to me.”

“Hey, it’s what I’m here for. Now,” Baron lifted you as you squealed, “I believe pizza is in order.” He carried you to the kitchen counter. Before he called in the order, he grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer. From your position, you were able to find two spoons. You had dessert first while waiting for dinner.

He watched you intently during dinner. During the game he’d been looking forward to watching, his reactions were delayed and his fingers worried at a hole in his sweats. In bed, he tugged you back to him before you could turn off the side lamp.

“If it’s too soon to be thinking like this, then stop me. Otherwise… do you trust me?”

“Yes, Baron. I trust you.”

He shook his head, satisfied. With a side glance and a glimmer in his eye, he leaned close to your ear. “I know you’re on the pill, but what if we at least pretended to make a baby tonight?” A grin spread across his face as you gasped. “No matter what happens, we’ve got time for me to get in a lot of practice pumping you full.” He ran a finger along your jaw, angling your face up towards his. “Any objections so far?”

“Nu-uh,’ you sighed. Your skin flushed and your lips parted as you found it hard to breathe.

His hand slid down your front to your stomach. “You would look even more beautiful with our child growing inside you. Do you want to try, huh?”

You leaned in, your lips just brushing over his. “Uh-huh.”

Before you could kiss him, he was gone. The sheets were gone. His clothes were gone. Your shorts and underwear were gone. And your breath too when he nipped lightly at the inside of your thigh. You sighed as he breathed warm air over your pussy. Baron heard you and wasted no time before flattening his tongue against you. His hands pinned your hips to the bed, leaving your thighs mostly free to clamp around his head. He braced one arm across your abdomen and reached down to lightly thumb over your clit. You arched with the sparks that shivered through you. One finger, then eventually two, stroked along the outside of your lips before dipping in. He curled them roughly in the spot he knew well, chuckling as you clamped down on him.

“I felt that. But you’re going to need to open up a bit more to take this thick cock. It’s ready to fill you up. Cum for me, Y/N. Show me you’re ready too.” He sped up the movements of his fingers and sucked down on your clit. You screamed his name and dug your heels into his back, trapping his head between your thighs. He continued to move, but slower, easing you down from the blinding high he just gave you.

He crawled up to lay next to you. With a smirk, he wiped away your juices from his face and sucked them off his fingers. Looking down you groaned. His length stood proud against his stomach, the tip an angrier red than usual. Your attention was stolen away as your nipple was tweaked. Baron grinned at you. He continued to work at your breasts. Kneading them. Mouthing over them, then blowing cool air over your nipples. You writhed under his touch, pleading with whines before he positioned himself over you. Licking his lips, he teased his head at your entrance, coating it in your juices. You became impatient and grabbed at his hand to guide him into you. He chuckled and gave you wanted, rolling his hips a little at a time until he was fully sheathed.

You were able to catch two or three quick breaths. Then Baron set a relentless pace, pounding into you. Each time he bottomed out he grunted and gripped the sheets on either side of your hips. Next thing you knew you were on your front and he was shoving a pillow under your hips. He reset the pace, drawing out mewls and cries of pleasure with every deep thrust. The angle gave him the extra reach that sent your walls fluttering. He gripped your hips so his thumbs could rub up and down on either side of your spine. Your cries heightened in pitch, reaching your soundless point as you neared your release. Baron pulled you back to meet his thrusts as he chased his close end too. Your walls tightened, and your vision lightened even as it darkened around the edges. Baron came with a low guttural shout but kept moving, pushing his cum further into you.

He eased you onto your back, repositioning the pillow under your hips. “Think you can handle another? I’m still half-hard.” You moaned something close to a yes. He nodded and rubbed the underside of your thighs. You keened at the soreness already seeping into your body as he pushed your legs back towards your chest.

This time he moved slower. Careful of your sensitivity. Giving you both time to catch your breath. From this new position, you could see how much that last round had worked him up. His skin was bright with sweat and his jaw was relaxed as he breathed deeply. He caught you looking at him and reached down to cup your face. You nuzzled into his touch, closing your eyes in the bliss of the fire rising again in your body. Baron couldn’t keep his hips from jolting forward as you flexed your walls around him.

“Getting impatient, are we?”

You hummed. A smile broke across your face as Baron quickened his pace, though kept it softer so as not to hurt you. You could feel his cock swelling inside you again like it does right before he loses control. He moved to spin hard circles into your clit. You arched further into his touch and cried out his name as you lost control seconds before he did. While your vision returned to normal, Baron rubbed the ache out of your thighs and removed the pillow. He rubbed your lower stomach and then reached down to lightly pinch your pussy lips closed.

“Don’t want to waste anything,” he said with a wink.

“If this becomes a regular thing, I might have to talk to my doc about upping the dosage on my pill.” You wriggled further up into the pillows and Baron followed.

Baron hummed. “If you do, am I allowed to accept that as a challenge?” He nuzzled his nose into the nape of your neck and growled.

“I swear, if you start howling at the moon I’m telling Woods the ABO writers got it right.” You couldn’t help but giggle as he quickly pulled back to pull a face.

“The AB-what writers? And since when do you share our lovemaking with Woods?”

“Never. But he keeps asking me if you get more growly around the full moon.”

Baron’s eyebrow arched in confusion, but he shook his head and the ideas away. He leaned down to your ear instead and placed your hand on his chest before rumbling, “only if it turns my girl on even more.”

With the way you wanted to rub your sore thighs together, it was worth looking into in the future.

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Fuck the Demon Away

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Elias and the reader used to be tag teammates, but now she’s teamed up with Finn Balor. After a particularly grueling match, Elias confronts her and makes good on an old promise.

Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N), Reader tag teamed with Finn Balor [no Elias x Balor, despite the suggestive gifs]

Warnings/Promises: ring violence, angst, SMUT, choking

Word Count: 2560

Note: I don’t know why I’ve been writing so much angst lately. Must be stress. Anyways, here is something that I couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote it, and it’s taken four months to do so. I’m trying to work on writing fights without writing blow-by-blows, being more emotional than technical. Let me know what you think of it with comments, likes, and reblogs. My tag lists are open, and so are my requests. (Please send me requests. I love a challenge!) Enjoy!

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You forced a smile as Finn’s music started. He shot you a too-sweet before descending the ramp; you did not reciprocate.

“Are you feeling nervous, Y/N?” Cole asked. He adjusted his headphones while you fidgeted with the chord on yours. “You worried Elias and Finn are going to rip each other apart for you?”

“Finn and Elias had a long history of hating each other way before I got here, Cole. Don’t sweep that under the rug fishing for headlines.”

Yes, you were worried. You and Elias had been the perfect team, everyone’s favorite. Behind the camera, though, cracks turned into gaping fissures. Small tiffs became raging battles that had to be shushed by techies so other promos could be filmed backstage. Then one week you didn’t go out with Elias. You didn’t sing with him. You didn’t show up until Finn emerged through the smoke to fight his old-time rival. You were there the next week when the Demon King made an appearance and pledged your loyalty by pinning an old friend. You had barely spoken to Elias since.

“I’m sure you were glad to escape Elias’s droning and terrible guitar playing,” Corey added.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

The bell rang as the match started. You made the usual snide comments about Elias’s spontaneity. He never did have a plan for a match. “Just hit them and go. If I see a weakness, I use it,” he used to tell you. You said as much from the stage.

“Guess he didn’t see Finn using you against him, did he? Oh! Strong drive-by from Finn.”

You didn’t say much more as you waited for Finn’s queue. Finn ran around the ring and launched his boots at Elias. When his body bounced off the barricade, you failed to hide a flinch. Finn caught your eye and nodded, then tossed Elias’s body back into the ring. You let the headphones clatter to the floor and then walked down to wait at ringside while Finn finished pinning Elias.

Only Elias arched out.

You stepped back as Elias rolled out of the ring and landed at your feet. It took him a second to stumble up and tower over you. Your lungs failed to find air as he reeled back, surprised to see you. You let your hands clench into fists instead of crying out as Finn reached down and grabbed Elias by his hair. Finn dragged him onto the apron with a growl and continued his assault.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.

That split second of eye contact shouldn’t have been enough to freeze you, but it was.

The cheers following the pin brought you back into the moment. Finn still won, and he was waiting for you. You rolled your shoulders back and joined him in the ring. Once again Elias was at your feet, but you kept your face bereft of emotion. Honestly though, if Elias had opened his eyes to blink you wouldn’t have been able to join Finn in the post-match destruction. With each stomp and kick, the tension eased out of your shoulders. But it never fully went away and your strikes fell softer than when you first began.

Finn pulled you back and walked you to the stage through the boos. Strong Balor Club or not, no one liked a traitor. He held your hand up with his, then kissed it before leading you backstage. You walked in silence for a minute or two; Finn kept looking at you from the corner of his eye. You stopped walking when he did.

“You held back.”

“I’m sorry. I just… it won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know how much he used to mean to you. Take your time.” Finn gave your hand a soft squeeze. He looked hurt when you flinched at the kind gesture. He left you alone in your thoughts to change out, promising to catch you after the show.

You moved to one side of the hallway and sat down on a crate. How had everything gone wrong? How did living the dream with the man who helped you reach them turn into… this? A tear hit your leg, alerting you to your inward battle rising to the surface. You quickly wiped it away and hopped of the crate. If you needed to cry it would have to wait until you got back to the hotel.

In your rush to make it to your dressing room, you ran into the last person you wanted to see.

“Wanted to give me one last bruise, Y/N?” Elias glared down at you.

“Please, not now, Elias.” You tried to maneuver around him, but he blocked your path.

“That was always the problem, wasn’t it? ‘Now’ was never when you wanted to talk. Has Finn figured it out yet, or does he just give you space?”

Anger bloomed in your chest, burning your blood from your heart to your fingertips. “Lay off. You lost the fight tonight, get over it. You’re good at that.” You were successful in getting past him, but he followed you.

“What do you see in Finn? What did he offer you to convince you to take these actions? You used to be able to think for yourself, Y/N.”

When you continued to ignore him, he grabbed your wrist and held on even as you dragged him down the hallway. Two more doors.  

“Does he love you better than I did? Does he hear your different sighs and groans and know where to suck, your favorite rhythm, where to touch you?”

You twisted around with fire in your eyes. “I haven’t loved anyone since I stopped loving you!” Your voice dropped into a sigh as the fire fueling the fight puttered out. “What happened to us?” you asked more to yourself than to him. You slumped against the wall as Elias released you. His shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. For everything. Any thoughts I have about us are blinding. I can’t seem to shut them up except with screaming at you.”

Elias nodded in agreement. “I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”

He met your gaze as your head snapped up. “Hurt me? I… I was the one that… that left. There is nothing I could forgive you for except you being yourself.”

This conversation was going nowhere. Just the same debate you’d imagined having with him that always ended in silence when neither of you could find any more words. You turned to walk away. His fingertips grazed against your shoulder, making you freeze.

You were already in pain. What was a little more?

“You still haven’t written a song about me. I keep waiting for the melodious insults to come, but it’s been weeks.”

“I can never seem to find the words.” Elias chuckled, “I have a hundred tunes, but never the words. Never did when it came to you. You are a difficult woman to describe, Y/N.”

“Sometimes I don’t need to be described. I just need to be listened to.” Your chest began to heat up again, but you swallowed it. “You never seemed to hear me. ‘Now’ or otherwise. So, I stopped trying. Was it a mistake?”

Elias looked away, lost in thought. “No. I made the mistake. I just hope that you can forgive me one day, whether you think I’m in the wrong or no.” He ghosted his thumb across your cheekbone. You found yourself leaning into his touch.

How had you never noticed how much you missed it?

“What I wouldn’t give to be yours again,” he whispered. He started to pull his hand away, but you weren’t done rediscovering his warmth. You grabbed his wrist, surprising him. Surprise turned into a dark smile as you guided his fingers to wrap around your throat. A mangled gasp fell from your lips as he gripped harder and shoved you back into the wall.

“I’m going to fuck away any memory of the way Finn ever touched you.”

You tumbled back into your dressing room and locked the door with Elias pinned to it. He flipped you around and sucked harshly on your neck. His hands flew across your body, tugging and pulling at the fabric you wore until it was a heap on the floor. He nibbled across your collarbone as you frantically did the same to his gear. When you were naked he pinned you to the door with one hand on your throat and the other bruisingly tight on your hip.  You clawed at his chest, making him growl while you gasped under his grip. He traced his finger on your lower stomach just above your heat.

“I wonder if I could make you cum without touching you more than this. Are you desperate enough for me that you would?” His eyes glowed with the threat, and he eased off on your neck so you could answer.

You wobbled against the door. “Perhaps. But are you that patient tonight?” You held his gaze.

“No.”

Elias cupped your sex and hummed at the wetness he found there. He shoved two fingers into your folds, curling them in ways that made your hips buck down to meet him and your hands to claw at his shoulders. He sucked on your neck, timing nibbling on your sweet spot with thumbing at your clit. You whimpered and bit your lip. Elias nipped his way up to your ear.

“Come on, Y/N. Let me hear you. Let everyone hear you. Let them hear how good I make you feel. How well I understand your pleasure. How much you are mine.”

He sped up his efforts. You cried out, moaning and gasping with each curl of his guitar-worn fingers. Your legs began to quake. Elias wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you. He sucked what was sure to become a dark mark into your shoulder as you tumbled over the edge. He kissed over your closed eyelids, but didn’t give you much time to recover before he was moving.  

All of your gear on the desk fell to the floor as he swept it away. He laid you on your back and stood between your legs. From your position and under your half-closed eyelids you could just see his length raised against his stomach. He gave it a few pumps under your gaze, fingers still coated with your slick. You panted, waiting for him to sink into you. But he rotated his hips, running his cock through your lips, coating it even more in you and playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing.

“Elias,” you whimpered, “please. Don’t make me beg. Not tonight.” You hissed as he gripped your breast and pinched your stiff nipple. You tried to lean down to guide his cock yourself but found it difficult to move as Elias flipped you to your stomach and pinned your hands to your back with one hand. The rumble in his chest vibrated against your shoulder blades. You sighed. “Elias,” you whined louder than you meant to. He chuckled into your ear. You screamed out his name as he thrust into you, sheathing himself fully in one breath.

“Always love hearing you scream on my cock,” he said. He soothingly rubbed the side of your thigh while you adjusted. You moved when you were ready, pushing back into him. Elias met your movements.

Your dressing room filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass, Elias’s grunts, and your sharp sighs of pleasure. He pulled you closer to him so your feet touched the ground instead of dangling a few inches. He released your wrists so he could grip your hips with both hands. A shiver ran through you, signaling how close you were. Your throat was sore, but you mewled with each thrust anyway.

“Elias, baby. Right there. Please. So close.”

He grunted in answer and flipped you back onto your back. He pulled one of your ankles to rest on his shoulder and reached down to wrap his hand around your throat. You placed your hand on his wrist, guiding him to grip harder. He put pressure on the sides, holding there and feeling how your walls contracted further around him. Your vision darkened around the edges, but your mouth kept moving with a rumble of broken thoughts. His name fell from your lips in varying pitches like a song only he could make you sing. Elias groaned above you. His thrusts began to lose their rhythm, but that left room for him to make them more forceful. He twisted and thrust into your g-spot. Your hand loosened on his wrist and he let go, filling your brain with oxygen and blinding you with the sensations that had faded. Elias followed you with a guttural shout. Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt Elias fall onto you. He braced himself on the desk so as not to crush you, but you could still feel his chest heaving into yours.

Then the reality of your situation hit you like a ton of bricks.

Now what?

Elias leaned up when you tensed, looking down at your face in confusion. He sighed in realization then ran a hand over his face.

“I want this,” he said. “And I don’t just mean… this.” He gestured at where you two were still locked together. He eased out, rubbing your side. He lifted you and sat you on the couch in the corner, then grabbed a towel to clean you up. You ran your hand through his hair. He moved so gently around your sensitivity, so different from the roughness of the past several minutes.

“What do we do?” Your voice was raspy. Elias handed you a water bottle from your bag and waited for you to continue. “What do I tell Finn? He’s not going to take this well.” You shifted over to give Elias room to sit next to you.

“What if you don’t tell him anything?”

“What?” You turned to look at him. He was deep in thought.

“We both know you joined Balor of your free will. If you keep doing what you’re doing, he’s going to trust you. Fall for you, like I did. Then when he wins his Universal championship back…” He looked down at you and grinned. “Any input?”

“What if he wants me to fight you again?”

“I can take it. Just make it look real, okay? Then… honestly, I don’t know. But we can both-“

“Benefit from this,” you finished. It was an idea. “But what does that make me? A woman who can’t make up her mind?” Elias didn’t have an answer for that. You ran over the situation in your head. You latched onto a fragment of thought, your mouth moving before you could develop it further. “Unless I never changed my mind in the first place.” You took a deep breath. “Are we really doing this?”

Elias kissed the side of your head. “Yes, if you want to. More listening-“

“From both sides.”

“And more collaboration.” He laughed and pulled you to sit in his lap. “And more of this too. Not just the sex. But bouncing ideas off each other.”

 “But the sex too.” You ran your nose across his cheekbone. “Balor’s not going to know what hit him.”

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Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Elias/WWE Tags: @seiyasanadaisdaddy  @bellambrose @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @mrsbreezango @ohnoitsmegan @ohnojustimagine @secretagentfangirl @sixdegreesofsamson @wrestlingbabe @flightofthefantasies @crossfit-princess-sethie-boo @mother-forker @neversatisfiedgirl @racheo91 @roman-reigns-princess @sabrinaoctaviagunner @thetherianthropydaily @wwe-smutfics  @kaleywwefan @a-home-for-stray-stories @team-ambrose 

Your Favorite Game

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Red Hood is chasing down and rogue, but when he catches them he is more intrigued than vengeful.

Pairing: Red Hood (Jason Todd) x Rogue!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, handcuffs, denied orgasm, oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 1512

Note: This idea came out of the blue and I just had to write it. I hope you guys enjoy it; please let me know if you did. My tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!

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Before you knew it, the concrete of the rooftop was rushing up to your face. You twisted as much as you could to avoid skidding on your face, but that put you in the perfect position for your pursuer to land on top of you and grab your wrists.

Red Hood clicked the cuffs on your wrists with a huff. He was breathing just as heavy as you. “You gave me quite the run tonight, Y/N. But Nightwing has rules in Blüdhaven.”

“Shame. Thought that I’d finally gotten away from you by moving here. What gives?”

Jason chuckled. “He saw you and called me. You must be slipping since he saw you so fast.” He didn’t move from hovering just above your chest.

“Must be.” You punctuated your remark by rolling your hips up to meet his. His shuddering gasp made you grin bright under your mask.

It was your favorite game. The not-so-bad villain against the anti-hero of Gotham. He wanted to make the killers pay for their crimes, and you wanted to pay the good fortune of Gotham’s wealthy forward to those in need. Either way, your paths continued to cross in a dance that somehow ended up with one of you on your back. You took turns capturing each other for “questioning.” This time you were the captive and Jason had even brought cuffs.

He hooked his thumb under the chain between your wrists and tugged your arms above your head. “Are you going to come quietly?”

“Depends on whether you gag me time or not.” You were unable to keep a ridiculously girly giggle from busting past your lips. You could sense Jason was biting his lip from the way his head tilted.

“Let me rephrase. Are you going to come peacefully… to my apartment? Quietly or loudly can be determined there.” He traced his finger down the bridge of your nose when you hummed in the affirmative.

He left the cuffs on while he helped you descend the fire escape to his apartment window. The tripwire was well-placed, and you were no woman to waste such an opportunity. His back was turned as he closed the window. You gave yourself a little hop so that you could wrap your cuffs over his throat. Jason didn’t even flinch. He turned in your arms so that your hands rested on the back of his neck. Once he removed his helmet, you could toy with the short hairs on his nape. He reached up to cup your face, running his thumb over the edge of your mask where it rested on the top of your cheek. He removed it and sat it on the table next to the window by his helmet. Next, his thumb traced over your bottom lip. You darted out your tongue to lick him. A wicked gleam filled his eyes; you would never tire of seeing it ignite.

Jason walked you back into a wall. He looked up, and you followed his gaze. Above your head was a sturdy-looking hook like for a coat or hat. Jason ran his hands up from your hips to your shoulders. You let him lift your arms up and tug your cuffs over the hook. It was low enough to where you could stand comfortably, but it would take some serious tip-toeing to get off.

The air seemed to grow thick around you. Jason’s face hovered over yours, his hands still resting on his wrists. Each of you seemed to be waiting for the first move. Your heavy breathing bumped your chest against his, drawing his attention. He ran his hands back down your arms and front, coming to rest on your breasts. You kept yourself from whimpering for him to grip them harshly. You were the captive, so he was in control. You let out a gasp when he breathed against your neck. He placed a chaste kiss over your pulse point, then kissed down and around your neck to the other side, lightly angling your head so he could reach. With a chuckle he placed his knee between your legs, preventing you from rubbing your thighs together. For all his rush for justice, Jason Todd was a patient man.

When he wanted to be.

You laughed in triumph as Jason ripped open the straps on your vest and through your undershirt. He nipped at the tops of your breasts spilling over your bra and fumbled with the buckle on your pants. They were heavy and kind of difficult to run in, but when it came time to get out of them the weight was perfect for stepping out of. And the fabric was thick enough to hide your bright red thong until the last moment. Jason’s eyebrow arched and his pursed his lips in approval before ridding you of that too. You shivered under his intense gaze.

With a cry, you arched forward, straining the cuffs against the hook as Jason buried two fingers in your pussy. His forehead rested on yours. He watched your eyes clamp shut as you fought off the quick orgasm he was working you towards. The ever-elusive dimples made an appearance as he began to move his thumb on your clit, making you moan wantonly. He kicked your legs open wider, keeping them from closing. Though your eyes were closed, you felt him lean down. His panting breath puffed over your breasts right before he sucked one nipple into his mouth. The other was teased into a hard pebble by his free hand. Jason sank to his knees and thrust his tongue into your wetness. The cuffs bit into your wrists as you bucked down to his face.

“You gonna soak my face Y/N?” Jason hummed into you, making you moan. “I swear you taste better every time. Can never seem to get enough.” He sucked hard on your clit, making you see stars. But you weren’t there just yet. The quivering of your thighs and your pleading mewls spurred him to curl his fingers around until you gasped. Once he had that signal, Jason was relentless. He hooked one of your knees over his shoulder and moved and sucked and moaned until you saw stars. You slumped against the wall and tried to catch your breath.

It hitched in your throat when you heard Jason unclipping his belt.

He pressed himself against your chest again, standing nose to nose with you. His thumb flicked over your clit, making you jolt. He chuckled and teased the head of his cock over your pussy lips.

“Please, Jason. Just fuck me,” you groaned in his ear.

Jason growled back and sheathed himself in one thrust. He stayed still, fingertips digging bruises into your hips until you nodded for him to move. He pulled back slow, then snapped his hips forward. Your back slammed into the wall with every repetition. Each repetition brought you closer to your end.

Then he stopped.

You whined and bucked your hips, wrapping one of your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him back to you. Jason bumped it off his hip and reached up to your wrists. One of them was freed from their confines. He caught you and eased you to kneel on the floor. His length bobbed in front of your face. He cocked his head and curled his fingers in your hair.

The flame in your gut was going to putter out soon.

Jason threw his head back and tightened his grip on your hair as you licked up the underside of his cock. He let you control the pace, knowing you would not tease him in your desperation. No matter how tempting that sounded. Denial for denial could go all night, and neither of you wanted that. Not tonight. After a bit of a warm up, you swallowed him down. Over and over again. He swelled and twitched in your mouth before the ropes of cum began to coat your throat. You pulled back opened your mouth, empty.

“Damn,” he murmured.

The remnant of your denied orgasm shivered through you. Jason chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not through with you yet.” He helped you to your feet, then lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

When you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t move. Everything was sore, yes, but your arms were almost completely immovable due to being cuffed to the headboard.

Jason was just finishing lacing up his boots at the foot of the bed. “Good morning,” he grinned.

“’Morn’. Aren’t you forgetting something?” You wiggled your wrists, making the cuffs clack against the headboard.

“No.”

A slight twinge of panic settled in your stomach. It was not lessened when a small key landed on the pillow next to your head.

“Nightwing is going to come by in probably half an hour to close up the apartment.” He put on his helmet. “See you around Y/N.” Then he was gone.

“Yeah, see you around Jason.”

Until next time, you thought before contemplating how to escape the cuffs.

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Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal  @tinyelfperson @zuni21798 

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@sandatgp @saveatruckrideoptimusprime  @tamanamohain @theforevergamer @the-mermaid-diary
@vemgirl  @white-silence-munou @xxla-vie-en-rosexx @xxsweet-little-666xx
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