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My King, My Queen, My Love

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Prompt: “Can you do a demon king smut where he hasn’t been there for a while and his queen (reader) is starting to get upset and worry and he shows up and smut ensues?” – @riverdalehoeeeeeee  

Pairing: Demon King Balor x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: language, SMUT, king kink (sorta?)

Word Count: 1270

Note: This is, like, hella intense. As in: I was in a special mood for the dramatic so hold onto your panties, ladies, we are ruined for the rest of the day. Couldn’t sleep for a while after writing this. Thanks for the request, dear. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Have fun, sinners!

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“Finn needs his time, my Queen. And when he needs me, I have to be away.”

Some of his last words to you bounced back and forth in your head while you tossed and turned. You had known and understood their bargain when you married him. From time to time, Balor would be called to the surface for about a week, and you would do your best to keep Hell running like clockwork.

But this time was different.

He should have been home weeks ago. Whatever Finn had summoned him for, it must have been important.

What if he was conquered?

That was impossible. The Demon King had never been bested in combat.

There’s always a first time.

Had you still been mortal, the demon sending you thoughts would have been killed for such blasphemy. But you were Queen. No longer mortal, and no longer at risk for low-level doubt-senders. These were your own thoughts. They terrified you. They kept coming as your mind began to make a list of mortal and immortal enemies. The Beast. The Monster. The Undertaker. For the third, sightings had been few and he had never seemed interested in the Demon King.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You tried to jump from the bed, but he pinned you to it. There were new bruises on his torso. His eyes were still the bright cold blue.

“Balor!” Your arms were released and you wrapped them around his torso. “You were gone so long.”

He growled. “Wyatt was making trouble again. More than he could handle, as Finn and I have just proved.” He nuzzled into the hand you rested on his face. “I have missed you, ma grá.”

You pulled him down for a kiss that speckled across his whole face. He took it all with a contented sigh. The weight of weeks of battle collapsed on top of you as he let his arms relax. He gave you just enough space to breathe, but you felt it all the same. His muscles rippled as you trailed your fingertips across his skin. Any other day, night, or second that passed in the universe, or under any other circumstances, he would have raged at your question.

“Let me make you feel good?”

Softly, he kissed your forehead. “No.” He took a deep breath and fell to lay on his back. You curled into his side, half-draping yourself over him. He was home. He was safe. He was with you. “Y/N?”

“Yes, my king?”

He smiled. You always knew what he needed to hear. “How much time do I have to make up for.”

The game. You loved this game.

“Three weeks, my king.”

“No,” he drawled, unbelieving. “Tell me truthfully, my queen, how much time to I have to make up for? Take into account the spin of pain that makes Hell turn around.”

“Three years, my king.”

That was also wrong.

“Include all the tedious meetings and slowed seconds listening to them grovel at your feet.”

“A lifetime, Balor.”

You were getting warmer.

Turning to face you, he thumbed across your cheekbone. “How much time do I have to make up… to you?”

Your chance.

“Centuries. My love.”

With a growl, he once again crawled over you. This time his form was rigid and powerful. Energized.

“Then I best get started.”

Like the lip of a switch, he was not just the Demon King. His whole existence was focused on giving you pleasure so deep it made you unable to walk for a week. Or in Hell time… well, who gave a damn?

Your neck he attacked first. Through time he had found multiple places where you were sensitive. He knew which one to kiss to make you sigh. Which one to hum on to make you shiver. Which one to bite to make you scream. He visited each. Working you higher and higher until your thighs fell open for him. But he didn’t move any further south than your breasts, newly unveiled with the powers of the king. A whole new battlefield. Again, his teeth were his best weapon. Just feeling them against your skin was electrifying. Slight nips that grew to soft open-mouthed bites made you arch and moan his name.

The sheets below you were starting to get soaked.

“Please, love,” you whispered.

“I have centuries to make up, ma grá. Centuries that can’t be rushed.” He kissed down to your stomach, then back up to the valley of your breasts. “Do you disagree with my methods.”

“No, my king. But…” How to phrase it. One way to make him proud and move faster. Another… and make him unstoppable. “But centuries my love, I am not patient for.” You reached down for the apex of your thighs. His gaze followed or hand, watching to see how far you dared. You curled a finger into your heat. He grabbed your wrist and brought it to his face. His tongue darted out for a taste.

Rubies backlight with flames. That’s what his eyes flashed like. He growled and leaned down to press your noses together. “Would you dare?”

You lifted your finger to your lips and sucked what he had left. “I have.”

Unstoppable.

With a roar he grabbed your hips and slammed home, aided by your desperate dripping need. You screamed, making him laugh. Victims called his laughter chilling. But you, in his bed? You called it promising. He gave you no space to breathe, to speak, to meet him thrust for thrust. Your husband, your king, took the passion that had been absent for centuries and spent it all with each thrust. His teeth gnashed as his head tossed back. His nails dug into your skin. That you could return, by drawing long thin welts into this chest and stomach.

He grabbed behind your thighs and pressed your legs back to your chest. His thrusts were like arrows to the heart of you. He made it race and jump and skip a beat. You reached behind him, trying to pull him closer than what should have been physically possible.

“My queen, how much time do I have to make up for now?”

You could not answer. You were too busy screaming.

Balor felt your walls tightening. They pulled him in and stuttered his pace. Still, he kept on. You gasped as the first wave rolled over you. His growl caught in is throat but one hand let go of your leg and reached for your clit. You back bowed towards him and your toes cramped. Still, he kept on. The force of him drove you back to brace against the headboard. He shifted your thigh over his shoulder so he could brace too. Your arms were too weak, and he knew it. There was so much. Still, he kept on.

Unstoppable.

“My, qu-… my… Y/N!”

His body shivered and tensed as he held the apex of you against him. His release coated you and triggered a final wave. Your weak cry was nothing compared to the bliss blinding you.

Once again, his body collapsed onto yours. But this time he was relaxed past the point of thought. And so were you. He had just enough energy to clean you with a snap and to pull the covers over you.

“How much time now, my queen?” he panted. “How much time?”

“Just one more second, my love.” You pulled his arm over your hip and curled yours over his. “Hold me for just one more second.”

“Oh, ma grá,” he hummed, watching you fall asleep, “I can make one second last all night.”

ma grá = my love

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A Reflection of Us

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The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied.

Pairing: Dom-ish!Roman Reigns x Wrestler!Wife!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, Roman being a teasing little shit, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 2230

Note: This came out way dirtier than I was anticipating. Thus, why it took over three months to write. Have fun babes; reactions greatly appreciated. Tag lists and requests open, as always. Enjoy!

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Picture used with permission from @hardykat (this post)

It was a test match. The McMahons wanted to see if the universe would like more coed matches, and you and Roman were the test. They’d given you both a heads up, so you’d added weight training to your routine on top of sparing with Sheamus. So far it was doing you good. Your usual speed was keeping Roman on his toes, and it looked like you were wearing him down.

That was not the case.

Roman was a better actor than people gave him credit for. One second you were steady on your feet about to jump, the next you were flying through the air. You landed hard on your back, though you were able to sweep Roman’s feet out from under him. Holding his ankles in a lock, pain blossomed in your spine.

“I need you to spear me,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I need you to spear me. Got something to pop back into place.”

Roman squinted at you but eventually made it to his feet. He positioned himself in the opposite corner, waiting for you to get into position. He roared. You staggered towards him, turning at the last second. Right before the count of three you contorted out of the pin and felt your spine crack back into alignment.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

The match went on. You were also taking the chance to tease Roman in the ring. At one point you nose-booped him and rolled out of the ring. He looked at you with an expression between ‘you’re going to pay for that’ and ‘just wait until I get you in my bed.’ Either way, your skin buzzed with the possibilities.

You lost in the end, but Roman tugged you to your feet for a handshake. “You’re gonna get checked out, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a chiropractor appointment tomorrow already.”

Backstage, Renee was waiting for you. “Y/N, you lost your match with Roman Reigns, but you don’t seem too upset.”

“No. That was a hell of a match if I say so myself. I’d do that again.”

“You don’t feel any apprehension?”

“Apprehension? No. I’m totally going to be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it.” You thanked her and left to change out. You met with a few other people before heading to the garage.

Roman met you at the car. He took your bags and opened your door. A few minutes down the road he brought up the inevitable. “How’s your back?”

“It’s fine. I talked to a trainer and he’s going to give the chiropractor some other places to touch on. Then I’m going to see a muscle stretcher a few times over the next month to make sure my muscles don’t pull my newly popped bones out of place. Nothing to worry about.”

He whistled. “You can’t scare me like that, baby girl.”

You bit your lip. Reaching out, you ran your hand down his thigh. Roman smiled, but he moved your hand to your lap and changed the subject. As far as you could see, that was the only touching you were going to get. He was always gentle with you, no matter how small the injury was. Even if you didn’t count this as an injury.

When you came out of the bathroom at the hotel, Roman was shirtless in his briefs and sitting against the headboard. He motioned you over. You tried to straddle his hips, but he turned you around to sit between his legs with your back against his chest. That’s when you saw the mirror. It was on the far wall, as wide as the bed, and inspiring.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he rumbled. “You are not going to move. You are not going to touch. And you are going to cum when I say. Which is anytime. Got it?” He watched you nod in the glass. “Let’s try that again, ‘cause I am going to hear you one way or another.” He kissed your temple as you squeaked out something like a yes. “Good.”

Your breathing started to come out in short bursts as Roman slid his large hands up your sides and removed your shirt. They covered your upper chest almost entirely. He breathed deeply and kissed the juncture of your neck, guiding you to relax into him. His hands were warm, even compared to your flushed skin. He kneaded your breasts while sucking a light mark into your neck. You gave a soft whimper when he thumbed your nipples to attention.

Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.

Your nails raked long thin welts into the tops of his thighs. More than anything your body wanted to buck and grind against the sheets for some relief.

“You doing okay, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good.” Roman kissed the back of your neck and directed your attention to the mirror. “Look at you. Already strung out and I’ve barely gotten started.” One of his hands dipped lower on your stomach, stopping just above your sleeping shorts. “I bet if I were to check, you’d be dripping already.”

With a whine, you nodded. Your hands twitched and moved from his thighs to yours.

“No touching.” He nipped at your ear and moved your hands back to their original place. “If you can’t behave, I’ve got ways to make you.” His chuckle rumbled against your back. Then his hands were on your chest again, pinching and playing you higher and higher. In the mirror, his eyes latched onto yours. In the shadow you cast over his face, you could just make out a smirk. “You’re doing so good,” he hummed. “Staying still like a good girl. Though I can feel how much you want to move. To close those pretty legs or touch what I’m in control of. You know what would happen if you did any of those things?”

You moaned as his hands slid down your body and came to rest on the inside of your thighs. Oh no, he wouldn’t be so cruel. Right?

“Then this,” he ran a finger up the outside of your shorts, “wouldn’t get touched at all tonight. And you would have to be content to cum just because I’m playing with these perfect tits.” His hands were suddenly back on your breasts, pinching the nipples harder than before. Your legs shivered closed but Roman hooked your ankles under his and dragged them back open. “That’s two, Y/N.”

“Roman, please.” Your head lolled back to lay against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he ghosted across your sensitive skin. Without thinking, you placed your hands on his and tried to guide them lower.

“That’s three.”

Fuck.

Roman leaned towards the side table and came back with one of your scarves. He held your wrists in front of you, tying them together. When they were secure, he pulled your arms back until your wrists were behind his neck. He caught your gaze in the mirror again, rubbing his scruff against your cheek.

“We’re going to try this one more time. Don’t move. But… you can beg all you like, baby girl.”

He started over. Teasing you with barely-there touches, then with rough squeezes that made you gasp. But you didn’t move. He hummed at your sounds, rewarding you with more of whatever you needed except where you needed it the most. You bit your lip and focused on not letting your back arch. Roman teased one hand further down your stomach.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please let me cum.”

“Nobody’s stopping you.” Roman smirked at your desperate face. “What can I do to help you, Y/N?”

“Touch me.”

“But I am.” To emphasize this, he gave your breast a tight squeeze and gave your shoulder and open-mouthed kiss. “Or did you mean down here?” The hand on your stomach dipped lower to cup your sex, making you jolt. “I thought we talked about this?”

Your mind raced. If you bucked down towards his hand he would make sure you went to bed needy. So your body settled with vibrating with desire. You would have to convince him. “But you love watching me when I cum. You set up the mirror and everything.” You whimpered as he rolled your peaks between his fingers. “I’m so close. Please, Roman. Make me cum. I’ll be good, just stop teasing. Please.” The flame in your belly intensified. Roman’s hand moved under your shorts and curled a finger into your heat. “Like that. Yes. Please, Roman. Feels so good.” Your mouth fell open, unable to form more words.

Roman watched you in the mirror as your eyes fluttered and your body shifted between rigid and limp. “Cum for me. That’s it.” He curled and uncurled, giving you just enough simulation to build with the continuous movements on your breasts to send you over. Your fingers curled into his hair and tugged. He grunted and nipped at your skin in return. “That’s my baby girl. Look at you. Breathless and relaxed. Makes me wonder if you could handle that second round I had planned.”

“Yes,” you pleaded. “I can handle it. Please, Roman?”

“Okay, okay. Just a minute.” Roman unhooked your arms from his neck and released you from the scarf. He massaged your shoulders, rubbing back in feeling you hadn’t realized you had lost. Then he maneuvered out from behind you. He guided you to lay sideways across the end of the bed.

“Wha-“

“Just a second.” He hooked his fingers under the bands of your shorts and bottoms and pulled them down your legs. Then he kneeled and breathed warm air on your soaked folds. You let out a long, low moan as he flattened his tongue against you. One hand he spread across your stomach, making sure you still wouldn’t move. The other he hooked under your ass and lifting you up closer to his face. His slurps and hums were desperate. Like he had been starving for you.  

“So good, Ro. Don’t stop.”

Your hands gripped the sheets. You were almost afraid you’d rip them… but there were a lot more important things on your mind at the moment. Like how Roman had shifted his grip on you so his thumb could circle over your clit. Without warning, he sucked hard on your clit.

Don’t arch. Don’t touch. Don’t move.

You couldn’t help but weave your fingers into his hair. Roman didn’t reprimand you. He was too busy shifting again to curl two fingers into you. The need for release built up quickly. His scruff made your inner thighs burn. Your thighs quaked and your breath hesitated in your throat.

“Roman…”

“Cum, Y/N. Come on, baby girl.”

Your toes curled, and your thighs clamped around Roman’s head. His name burst from your lips in a screech. You did your best to catch your breath as he rubbed your thighs until you could relax back into the sheet. He stood but you grabbed at him.

“What about you?” you said with a pout.

“I’ll be fine.”

You reached up and rubbed your hand over his hard length showing prominently through his briefs. “No, you won’t. I can handle it.” You gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please?”

Roman chuckled. “Okay. Roll over, baby girl. It isn’t going to take much.” He helped you onto your stomach and ran his hands up either side of your spine. You watched his movements in the mirror. It made your heart swell to see how gentle was with you. His hands spread your ass cheeks wide. You clenched as his finger trailed up your slick. “Gonna make you scream. You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Try again.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Slowly and torturously he teased his head at your slit and worked in inch by eye-crossing inch. You sighed as his warm hand pressed lightly across the small of your back. The other curled under your stomach and lifted you up to your knees. You clenched around him, letting him know when you were adjusted. In the mirror, you saw his eyes close and his head tilt back. You could hear how strained his voice was as he moaned above you. Slow. Targeting. Each thrust had a purpose and each made you yelp. And cry out. And yes, scream. And you could tell he was holding back.

“Tell me you’re close, baby.”

“Yes. Cum, Roman. Ro-“ Words failed you as Roman reached once again for your clit. You came with a hoarse cry, collapsing forward.

Roman pulled out and covered your back with his cum. His muscles flexed all over his body, shiny in the reflection with a thin sheen of sweat. He braced on the bed on either side of your hips to catch his breath.

You blinked in and out of exhaustion. He left and came back with a damp towel and cleaned you off. You sighed as he gave you a little massage. The world shifted as he picked you up to move you back to the pillows. He crawled in behind you and pulled the sheets over you. His arm rested on your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin.

“When you get back from the doc tomorrow, we’re going to check how well they did. Make sure those muscles are really worked out.”

You looked towards the mirror. Even the reflection couldn’t do justice to how excited you were.

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Tell Me

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Tell Me

Prompt: “Could you do degrading AJ?”

Pairing: AJ Styles x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: name-calling (slut and the like), SMUT, spanking, hair pulling, begging, orgasm control

Word Count: 1540

Note: I hope this what you wanted, anon. It took me a minute to get the writing ball rolling, but then it tumbled down a mountain and this was at the bottom. Super smutty. My requests are still open, and all my tag lists. Have fun reading!

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneakin’ out?” AJ slammed the door behind him and threw the keys into the bowl, uncaring when they flew out from the force. “I couldn’t find you after the show and thought the worst.”

You dropped your purse on a surface. “It was just drinks with the ladies. It had been a while.”

“Y’all went out last week. And you were just with them.”

“Yeah, at work! When football season hits we’ll have all your friends here on Friday and Sunday nights for months. People that you also see on Tuesdays. How is this any different?”

“Fine. But could you at least not dress like that?”

“Like what?” You twirled in your favorite little black dress, the backless one with red tulle underneath. “These are clothes approved by you.”

“Yeah, for me only. You know I don’t like it when other guys can look at you and… daydream. You’re my daydream.”

“You’re right. I do know.”

“So, you’re goin’ to stop sneakin’ out?”

“No. It means I’m going to do more not to get caught.” You tried to walk past him, but he blocked your path.

“Y/N stop acting like a child.”

“Me?” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re the one using the same argument we had all through high school. And Japan. You knew how much time I want to spend with my friends when you married me. AJ, honey, I love you. But you are such an asshole sometimes.”

“I can’t help it if you dress like a slut all the time.”

You raised your hand to slap him, but he caught your wrist. The pictures on the wall behind you rattled as he slammed you into it, his other hand forceful on your stomach. His eyes were bright and his breath was hot on your neck. You shivered as he leaned close, pressing his body to yours.

“You want to try that again, sweetheart?”

AJ let go of your wrist and took a step back. You gave him a weak shove and tried to walk away, but his arms caught around your waist. When you attempted to elbow his ribs, he adjusted to pin down your arms. He walked you forward to the couch and tilted you over the armrest. With one hand, he restricted you from fighting back. In your struggle, your skirt flew up over your ass. AJ gasped when he saw your red lacy underwear. He made them snap against your skin.

“And I thought we agreed these were never to leave the house, hmm?” The playful growl in his voice made you squeeze your thighs together. He kicked your stance back open, ignoring how difficult it was to stand in heels. “Y/N.”

Your mouth suddenly dry, you tried one more time to wriggle out of his grasp. He pressed close behind you, thrusting his crotch into your backside. It made you shiver to feel how hard he was. “AJ,” you moaned. You yelped as he slapped your ass. “I’m sorry.”

“Yes. You are going to be.” He gripped at the globes of your ass. “Hmm, do I want you to count tonight. Or do I want you to beg?” You waited on baited breath for him to answer his own question. You jumped as he ran his fingernails over your exposed skin. “Begging. Nice and loud sweetheart.” He gave you a test slap, one that wouldn’t even redden your skin.

“More,” you whimpered. He slapped you again, harder. “Yes, please, more.” There were two quick slaps, one to each side. Your knees almost buckled. But then, that was probably why he had leaned you over the armrest. “Just like that.”

AJ slid your lace off your hips and let you step out of it. Then he continued. It was only another two rounds or so, but your voice was already hoarse and your skin was on fire. You wobbled on your heels until AJ had you take those off, which made you more reliant on his grip on your wrists for balance. AJ spread your cheeks for a peek. “Well, well,” he chuckled. He teased two fingers towards your heat. “What do we have here? Does my little slut like being punished? Maybe we should do it all night.”

“No. AJ. Need you. Please.”

“Now you need me. Maybe I don’t need you.” He thrust his length into your sensitive sex again. “Maybe I’ll take care of this myself.”

You fell forward, shaking your head. You didn’t like that idea at all. A hand twisted into your hair and tugged your face back up.

“Is that what you want? I could always repeat what we did that one time. Tied you to the chair and made you watch while I jerked myself off. My personal whore didn’t get anything, didn’t deserve or earn a single drop.” He turned you around to sit on the edge. “Tell me. What do you think I should do?”

Desperately, you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t do that again. Not tonight. Touch me. Love me. Use me. Please.”

He silenced you with a kiss that made your teeth clack together. He bruised your lips, nipped at them, and dominated your mouth with his tongue. All the while he directed you to walk towards your room. When the bed finally bumped into the back of your legs, he stepped back, breathless just as much as you.

“If that dress isn’t gone in two seconds I’m going to rip it off.”

You slid it off as quickly as you could, then moved to sink to your knees. AJ caught you and pushed you onto the bed. He stripped and crawled over you. His thighs pinned your arms to your sides while his length bobbed in front of your face. You yelped as he roughly kneaded your breasts. He pinched your nipples into throbbing peaks. He noticed your gaze following his cock.

“You want it? Want to be my cock slut?”

“Yes, AJ,“ you dutifully opened your mouth.

He teased the head around your lips before shoving it past them. Using hollowing and sucking, you worked quickly. You ravished in the weight of his weight on your tongue. It was probably going to cost you, but you hesitantly used teeth in the way you knew would make him… yes. Would make him moan and growl just like that. His breathing was starting to come out in bursts. Given another minute or two, he would cum. You whined as he pulled away and crawled down your body.

“Oh, no. Not going to give it to you that easily.” He took a deep breath. “Open your legs, Y/N.”

You complied.

With a nod, he smiled. “There it is. The best way to make sure you pay attention. That gorgeous dripping pussy.” He reached forward and curled two fingers into your heat, rapidly pumping them. He snickered as you mewled. “So easy to play you. Make you sing and whimper and make every sound under the sky. And only I can make you do this.”

You cried out as the rush of pleasure was about to overtake you. AJ pulled away and slapped your lips. He positioned himself between your legs and pulled one of your knees over his shoulder. He sheathed in one go, pushing all the air out of your body. His body shivered as your walls rushed to adjust. Taking another second, he pulled almost completely out and slammed back in. You screamed. It broke apart each time he repeated the action.

AJ growled. “You’re mine. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. Oh,” you panted, “I’m only yours.”

“Tell me, who do you belong to?”

“You. You, AJ.”

“Damn right you do.”

He reached forward and dipped his thumb in your leaking juices. He spread them harshly on your clit. He chuckled as your eyes crossed before squinting shut. The snapping of your hips rattled your whole body. Your thighs began to quiver, waiting for him to tell you could let go.

“If you want to cum, Y/N, you better do it soon. ‘Cause when I cum, I’m done. So get there.”

That was all the invitation you needed. You met him thrust for thrust and toyed with your breasts. Your body went rigid as you came, whiting out your vision. AJ fucked you through it. His eventual release made your walls clamp down again, milking his cock. He fell forward and steadied himself on his forearms. You laid boneless under him.

A minute later he had a cup of cool water at your lips and didn’t leave until it was empty. He cleaned you up and pulled the covers over you both as he slid in next to you. You curled towards his chest, humming as he stroked your hair. His chest heaved like it did when he was trying to say something.

“We can talk about this more in the morning, but… in the future… just, talk to me. Tell me when you’re going out. Please, don’t scare me like that.” He hugged you close, gripping you like you would turn to dust if he let go.

“I will.” You yawned and snuggled into his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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I Am In Your Hands

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Paper cuts in the library inspire Loki to try something new with the Reader in the bedroom.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, knife play, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1360

Note: I have to admit I’ve never tried this, but after all the fics I read to write this I might have to. Please be safe and only do knife play with someone you absolutely trust. And unless you have magic, be sure to have a clean-up plan included in your aftercare. If you want to be included on any of my tag lists, just let me know. And my requests are always open. Enjoy!

“Ouch.” You sucked on your finger and glared at the offending page that had attacked you. It was a beautiful illuminated text, but apparently dangerous to read. You reached out for another bandage.

A cool hand wrapped around your wrist. It pulled your injury up to equally cool lips that placed a chaste kiss upon it.

“Are we enjoying our reading, love?” Loki sucked on your finger like you had and bandaged it for you.

“Hmm,” you nodded. “It’s interesting and valuable to my work. But I wasn’t expecting a battle.” Loki stood behind you and rubbed across your shoulders and around your neck. You leaned back into his touch. It was blissful, but you pushed him away with a sigh. “I am almost finished, darling.”

Loki chuckled in disbelief. “If you do not come to our chambers soon, I will be forced to come to carry you off. Either rescue yourself in time, or I will steal you away.” He pushed your hair to one side and kissed the juncture of your neck, warm and slow. “Do not keep me waiting.”

You did not. Final notes and tomorrow’s work laid out, you left the library and stopped just outside the bedchamber doors.

“Come in, Love.”

With a smile, you pushed open the doors. You paused, confused when you could not find Loki. The doors closed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something sharp ran up your arm, then across your shoulder blades. It sliced through the back of your gown, which dropped to the floor with a whisper.

“Just say the word, Darling, and we can do something else.” Loki pressed into your back, trapping his length between you. He pulled his knife up your thigh, waiting for your answer. You replied by guiding him to run the knife up through the valley of your breasts. He growled and turned you around to take your breath away. He guided you back until your legs bumped into the edge of the bed. He released your mouth and stared at your bruised lips. After nosing across your cheekbones, he gave you a gentle push so you fell back onto the bed.

“And what inspired this?” you asked.

“You had been cut so many times today already, I thought we could try making some more pleasurable ones.” Loki stepped to one side and ran the blade up the inside of your thigh. “They won’t stay.” He brought the blade to his own skin. It gave off a faint green hue from tip to pommel, proving its Seidr origin. He gave the blade enough pressure to break through his skin. It bled a few drops, then disappeared in a shimmer of green.

“I am in your hands.”

Loki licked his lips.

You let out a shuddered gasp as he twirled the point around your breasts. Over and under and up to go around your nipples. When he flattened the cold blade against them, they hardened. You fought against pressing your thighs together, though you failed to hide the roll of your hips. Loki moved to sit by your hip so he could lean over you.

“Do you like that pet?” Before you could reply, he brought the blade next to your face. You had to remain still. Loki smiled at your lack of action. He dragged the flat of it across your bottom lip. The sharp edges caught the light and made you shiver as he pulled it across your cheek until his thumb was on your chin. Dutifully, you opened your mouth, gently sucking on his thumb when it was offered. Loki’s length twitched in his lap, but he was being very patient.

Every nerve was on high alert. But your body could not tell the difference between the danger and your arousal. They danced like one and the same, making your blood burn cold.

Loki continued to play, searching for the places where you reacted the most. By the tilt of his head, you knew he had a plan. It was revealed to you when Loki suddenly shifted to position himself between your legs. He pulled you to the end of the bed so he could kneel comfortably on the mattress, while your legs would be spread wide and your feet barely touching the floor. He braced himself on either side of your hips, keeping the knife out of the way for now. With each tempting thrust, he coated his length in your ready slit. Then he worked into you inch by glorious inch. His eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and his chest stuttered with a gentle heaving. When he had recovered, he gave you a sly dark smirk.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” He looked at the blade closely, then trailed it up your side where he knew you were ticklish. It gave you the strange sensation of wanting to shy away and lean in to feel more. As he pulled it across your abdomen, your walls contracted around his length and he gave a triumphant chuckle. “Just like that, love.” He lazily twirled the tip around your nipple again, shuddering as your body reacted. “Just like that.”

He knew you. Knew every spot where he could kiss to make you moan. Grasp and bruise you to make you arch into his touch. Where to blow cool air against your skin to make you shiver. He visited those points now with the knife. Shadowing over them until you whined for the touch of metal. Bearing down on them just above breaking your skin. Before long, you had thin red welts similar to the ones he would give you with his fingernails. But these felt different. More aflame.

You could barely see straight. Release was just out of reach. Your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat; so was Loki’s. He held onto his composure, which left you more room to lose your mind in the pleasure. At one point he had pinned you to the bed, preventing you from moving towards the blade. That hand now pulled you up so he could kiss you. You scratched your nails down his back, leaving your own marks. Loki returned the favor by pulling the knife over your spine. Your body arched into his.

“Please, Loki,” you whispered.

“What do you desire, Y/N? You can come any time you like.” He leaned your head one way so he could suck on the juncture of your neck.

“Cut me.”

“What was that?” he hummed.

You whimpered. “Cut me, Loki,” you begged. “Anywhere.”

He pushed you back onto the sheets and stared at your body. His eyes raked over the work he had already done as if he was looking for a blank space on a painter’s canvas. He found what he was looking for.

You tilted your head back as the knife grazed across your collarbones. It trailed up and circled your neck as if tracing a tight necklace. When it reached the mark Loki had sucked, he gave you one last look of askance. Your voice was broken and strung out.

“Yes.”

He nicked your skin. There was a slight sting that made you grimace, but it made your heart thunder in our chest. Loki watched your eyes close and your hands fist in the sheets. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your wound, sucking on it.

That was enough.

You screamed. Loki held you close while you shivered through the aftershocks, letting you rock your hips. You finally stilled, panting. When you opened your eyes, Loki was beaming down at you.

“Stunning.”

Still, your skin felt like it was on fire. You rocked your hips up, confused when Loki pressed his hand to your stomach to stop you. “But you haven’t come yet, my king.” You squealed as he flipped you to sit on top of him. He guided your hands to his chest and a wave of green passed like a warm wave over your body, healing your lesions. He relaxed further into the bed. His knife disappeared. Another one showed up between your hands on his chest.

“I am in your hands.”

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Forever tags: @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798 

Loki/Marvel Tags: @1superwhogirl1 @asaltyhoe @coastall-girll @cutie1365 @damalseer @drumbells @earinafae @fandom1089 @feircecupcake1 @holyshitijust @indaybella99 @itsjusthaawo @itswingedprincess @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @kur0k1tsun3-blog @mayorofzillyhoo @millie67 @mimitamsin @moonyscardigans @mrs-hemmings1996 @redstarstan  @satansfavouritegirlfriend @sherlocksuperfan666 @shockwavee @solsticestorm @southernhoney21 @thecookieteam @theriumking @unknown-chronicles @valynsia @waywardsoulpainter @xxsweet-little-666xx @zaddywilk @anotherfashionandbeautyblog 

Magnets and Home

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Snapshot of married life with Bucky Barnes and sharing it with your child.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N), son (Steven)

Warnings/Promises: FLUFF, married fluff, food mention

Word Count: 750 (hella short, but hella cute)

Note: Written for Father’s Day. And happy 500 posts! Please let me know if this made you squee. Tags and requests open as always. Enjoy!

It was unreasonably quiet when you got home. The keys clattering into the bowl by the door echoed in an unsettling way.

“Bucky? Steven?” You shed your shoes and tiptoed further into your home, hand on the gun hiding in the small of your back. Your stance relaxed as you found your family.

Bucky was asleep with your son curled up in his lap. Steven had his hand curled around part of his father’s shirt. He gets that from you. The matching tiny snores made you smile. You were able to take a quick picture before Bucky cracked an eye.

“Hi, baby.” He breathed deep and smirked at the small body on his chest. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” You looked around the room. “How was yours?” While you didn’t fear for your feet, there was an impressive spread of Legos in one corner. Apparently, there had once been a giant structure, though destined to either be structurally unsound or destroyed by a monster. What did confuse you was the collection of kitchen magnets on the coffee table.

“We were learning about magnets,” he chuckled. He froze as Steven stirred, but your son woke up anyway. When he saw you he jumped up and almost fell off the couch in his haste to get to you. He talked a mile a minute as you picked him up.

“Mommy! You missed it! We built a pillow fort, and a Lego castle, and then Daddy was the monster and knocked it over, and then he burned the grilled cheese, and then one of the magnets on the fridge fell off and stuck on his arm! When can we go see Uncle Tony?”

What? “Why would we be going to see Uncle Tony, honey?”

“Because Daddy said he has really big magnets. I think we might have to leave Daddy in the hallway so he doesn’t get stuck to the gen-ra-rators.” He wiggled out of your grasp and grabbed a few fridge letters. Between Bucky’s wrist and elbow, he lined them up, turning to you beaming. “See?” He continued to excitedly explain the fields surrounding the letters and how Bucky’s arm was stuck in it like a net.

Bucky pulled you down onto the couch. Steven went back to telling the story about the Legos while you leaned into Bucky. He kissed your forehead and rubbed up and down your arm. With a giggle, you moved the magnets around. Grabbing a few others, you spelled out ‘cat’ and ‘owls’. He rearranged to spell ‘taco’ but got stuck with the left-over consonants. You eased the frown off his face by nuzzling your noses together.

The moment was broken as Steven brought you two the tv remote, pleading for Little Einsteins. He plopped down and started to build a masterpiece. You retreated to the kitchen for a sneak make-out session. Bucky swallowed your moans and gripped your hips tighter. He pulled you close and you could feel his growing hard-on trapped between you.

“Mommy? What are we having for dinner?”

Bucky growled and rested his head on the wall behind you. “One of these days…”

“Hush,” you giggled. You wriggled out from under your husband despite his whine and leaned on the door frame. “I dunno, honey. What do you want?”

“Can we have grilled cheese again? Not burned this time?”

You coughed to cover up a laugh. Bucky faked looking betrayed, grinning the whole time. “How about this,” you offered, “BLTs with cheese? Perfectly toasted and melty?”

Steven crowed in victory and rolled around the Lego dinosaur he’d built. You walked past Bucky with a grin. He caught you before you could get to the fridge.

“Well, that answers where he gets his quick thinks from.” Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed the inside of your neck.

“Hmm. But he’s gonna be a looker like his Daddy.”

“I’ll teach him how to run away from shotguns once he comes home talking about crushes and the like.” He laughed as you swatted his arm.

Later when your son and husband were having a contest to see who could make the biggest string of cheese with their sandwich triangles, you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. All the missions past, all the ones yet to come, they all faded away in the overwhelming sensation of home. Bucky still had magnets on his arm. Steven was looking at him like he was the sun.

And you were more than happy to bask in the glow.

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

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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.

Masterlist 

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

WWE Tags: @a-home-for-stray-stories @crossfit-princess-sethie-boo @flightofthefantasies @kaleywwefan @mother-forker @neversatisfiedgirl @racheo91 @roman-reigns-princess @savmontreal @thetherianthropydaily @wwe-smutfics

Baron Corbin: @applieddesignthinker @balorstrowmanstylescorbin @ghostscvm @hallemichelles @littledeadrottinghood @moonyscardigans @scuzmunkie @searchcerberus @starstar1012 @bodhi-black @team-ambrose 

Fire and Ice

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Loki awakens to find himself tied to the bed and under the reader’s control. But in the throes of passion, magic bindings are fickle.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: bondage, oral (female receiving), wax play, ice play, orgasm denial (game), Master/Mistress dominating (switching back and forth), in other words: super kinky [and I am not sorry]

Word Count: 1950

Note: This fic incredibly inspired by Gaelforce’s “Revenge” recording. I highly recommend his other works; visit his patreon too. I put my own spin on it, so please let me know what you think whether you listened to Gaelforce’s audio or not. If you have a request or would like to be added to a tag list, shoot me a message! Now please enjoy!

It was hard waiting at the end of the bed. Loki was still asleep, surprisingly. The late hour of the morning was one thing. That he had not stirred while you used magic around him, quite another. You were growing impatient, so you magicked his clothes away, though leaving the sheets in place. You weren’t a cruel goddess.

Loki sighed as the cool air hit his once covered shoulders. He tried to reach for the covers, then his eyes snapped open when he realized he couldn’t move. His eyes darted around the room, glancing over your invisible form.

“Y/N?” he called out. The slight twinge of panic in his voice faded as he recognized your sigils on the cuffs keeping his arms spread to the bedposts. “Y/N, I am sure you have exquisite plans for this, but the bindings are unnecessary.” He dropped his voice to the low growl he knew would make you rub your thighs together. “Let me go. You know how well you will be pleasured if you do.”

You sucked in a breath, feeling the first pools of arousal. With a red shimmer, your invisibility faded away. Loki’s eyes darkened as he saw your dark green lace apparel that really hid nothing but sheltered the important parts. It had a plunging neckline, no back, and a short skirt that ended at your mid-thigh with a slit to one side. The outfit he knew had repairable rip-able seams. He moved to say something, but you hurried to place your finger on his lips.

“Are you up for a challenge, pet?” His head tilted at you using his name for you, but he nodded. “Do not cum. I will not either. The first to do so loses.”

Loki grinned. “And what will I win?” he said, kissing your finger.

You leaned in close to his face and licked the shell of his ear. “Whatever you desire, my love.” Loki growled and turned to kiss you but you moved away quickly. “Do we have an accord?”

“Yes, pe- gah.” Loki flinched as you materialized a riding crop and lightly tapped him on his chest. He caught his breath. “Yes… Mistress.”

You smirked and began. 

With a sigh, you brought the crop up under your skirt. Loki’s eyes watched it while you ran it through your folds, obscured by the lace. When you brought back into the open, the black leather was glistening with your slick. Loki arched an eyebrow, then smiled wickedly and held out his tongue. He eagerly sucked on the leather until he had licked it all away, moaning and licking his lips.

“You taste divine, Mistress. May I have more?”

You obliged, this time pulling the skirt up so he could watch exactly how the crop parted your folds and collected his next taste. Again, Loki made pleased sounds until he was finished.

Loki eased into the mattress as you magicked away obstructing pillows and lengthened the chains on his wrists. After pulling the sheets back to his waist, you slid the crop up his stomach, flicking it lightly between his pectorals. Loki grunted. His chest heaved with shuddered breaths as you tapped him again though closer to his nipple. You grazed your nails along the same path the riding crop had taken, ending with gripping his chin and leaning down for a kiss. Though you were supposed to be in control, you allowed his tongue to dominate in your mouth. You moaned, then remembered the role you were playing.

You broke away and ran the crop along the side of his face. “Would you like a taste from the source, love?”

Loki gripped at the chains. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed.

You smiled and mounted his chest. Loki’s eyes gleamed. You could feel how his muscles contracted under you while you stayed just out of reach.

“Please?” he asks.

Close enough. You slid forward so he could flatten his tongue against your lips. He gave your clit a chaste kiss. You moaned and gripped the headboard until your knuckles changed color as he began to suck and lap his way into making you lose the challenge. It was difficult to keep a reign on the sensations coursing through you, but you managed. Even as Loki licked as deeply as his tongue could reach into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips forward into Loki’s face. In the back of your mind, you felt your defenses wavering. Your grip on the headboard was soon no longer in your control as your magic failed on Loki, and his shimmered around your wrists.

“Loki?” you panted.

He did not move at first. Instead, his eyes glinted and he ran a cold finger up your thigh. With a gentle push, he rolled you onto your back, the magic keeping your arms above your head and immovable from the headboard.

“It is a challenge, pet. Surely a challenge includes advances from both sides?”

“I thought you were doing fine with me riding your-“ you fell off into a whimper as Loki harshly groped at your breasts through the fabric. Loki continued his ministrations, gentler, until your nipples were stiff peaks. He pushed the lace to one side and dipped down to take one into his mouth. He leaned back with a chuckle as you arched closer to him.

“Do we have an accord? Pet?” Again he used his cold touch, running it up your stomach between your breasts, touching nothing that would satisfy you.

“Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrow arched. “Yes, Master.”

He hummed in approval and cupped his hands one over the other. When they separated a minute later, there was a small cube of ice. He held it up so you could see it sparkle in the morning light.

“Let’s see how quickly it melts,” he toyed.

Your breath hitched as he ran it across your collarbone. He followed the trail of water with his mouth, warming you, then drawing the ice across your skin again. He pulled the cube down between your breasts, then under them, always following with his mouth. A shiver ran through you as he brought the cube up to your nipples, circling them and teasing them further. Loki shifted to keep one leg between your thighs, denying you the ability to relieve yourself. You found a way though by rubbing up and down on his thigh.

Loki chuckled. “Getting desperate, pet? Do you want more?”

“Please, Master. Yes.” Your breath caught in your throat as your garment shimmered away with a flick of his wrist. Loki cupped the cube, refreshing it, then trailed it down your stomach. The closer he got to your sex, the more sensitive your skin became. Soon you were shivering and covered in chill bumps. Loki’s warm breath did nothing but heighten the sensation.

He noticed your distress and took the cube into his mouth. Leaning across you and giving you his body heat, he kissed you. The cold passed on to your lips and your tongue. He kissed up the side of your face to the sweet spot behind your ear. You took the chance to roll your hips into hard length, reminding him of the prize.

“All in good time, pet.” Loki kissed you as the last of the cube melted away on your tongue. It turned from playful to starving.

You felt the magic on your wrists slipping away, but you held your pose until it disappeared completely. When Loki continued to be distracted by your lips, you dragged your nails down his back. He gasped, but you flipped him in the bed and pinned his wrists on either side with just your grip.

“My turn. But do not move.” You sat on the edge of the bed and summoned one of the candles sitting in your reading nook. With a snap, you had fire at your fingertips. You stood and poured the first drop of melted wax onto the inside of your arm. It made you hiss with pain and pleasure, and Loki to groan at the sight. You placed it on the side table within Loki’s sight.

While the candle began to pool under the flames, you summoned a bottle from your vanity. You spread some of the contents onto your hands, then began to rub them onto Loki’s torso. The Asgardian oil would protect him from the wax, but also once warmed by it would seep into his skin as an aphrodisiac. It would fill the air too, giving you the same soaring effects. The game had just gotten more difficult for the both of you.

His gaze followed your movements as you took up the candle. You tipped it enough for only one drop of wax to fall onto his chest. Loki arched with a groan. You let two more drop, one above the other making a line between his pecs. His breathing was ragged. The next few drops landed further down on his stomach, leaving small trails as they ran to either side of his torso. You moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting on his thighs. Loki’s breathing quickened further as the drops of wax sank closer to where his cock was sitting up on his stomach. It twitched as a drop landed centimeters from the tip.

You sent the candle to the nightstand and braced yourself on Loki’s chest. Biting your lip, you thrust your hips forward to coat his cock in your leaking arousal. You sighed and guided it into your pussy, sinking onto it slowly. You gave a cry as Loki thrust, finishing sheathing himself fully. He smirked at you but kept his hands where you told him to. You smirked back, rotating your hips. The build of sensitivity made you shudder. You clenched your walls around Loki’s length, making him growl, then began to move up and down.

Between the fullness within you, Loki’s grunts and pants, the aphrodisiac filling the air, the sound of Loki snapping his hips up to meet yours, and the ice-hot fire racing through your veins, your senses were overrun. You anchored through the frantic beating of your heart by digging your nails into his chest. His whole body shuddered, passing the sensation onto you.

Loki growled and refused to hold position any longer. He grabbed your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. You didn’t care; you were to far gone. You continued to not care as Loki controlled the pace, pulling you down to match his thrusts and repeatedly impaling you on his cock. Loki gasped in triumph when he twisted his hips and found your shrieking spot. Your vision blurred and your body shivered all over. Loki faltered into desperate erratic movements, lengthening his thrusts into deep draws that took your breath away.

With a guttural cry, your vision whited out completely. Loki’s mirroring shout sounded far away, but no less powerful than yours.

When you came back into a fuller understanding of consciousness, Loki was stroking your hair. His chest was heaving, taking your draped body with it.

“Who won the challenge, pet?” he murmured.

“I’m not sure. Too close to tell I think.” You sighed. Your eyelids shut like heavy gates, attempting to seal you inside sleep. But you were too cheeky at the moment for that. “When we have both recovered, shall we try again?”

Loki chuckled. “I shall never recover from you.” He turned his head and rubbed his nose against yours. “Sleep, Y/N. I shall be here when you wake.”

You were half asleep when you heard the rest of his promise whispered into your ear.

“Whether your limbs will be free is yet to be seen.”

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All Wet

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A rainy hunt ends with a hot shower at home and relaxed sex.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: language, canon violence, fluff, SMUT

Word Count: 1390

Note: Something to warm us up while it’s cold outside. Please let me know if you liked it with comments and reblogs. I really appreciate feedback and it encourages me to write more. If you like my style, both my requests and tag lists are open. Now, please enjoy!

“Seriously,” Dean shouted at the sky. It was roiling with dark clouds and rumbling. A few seconds later you were both drenched in the downpour. “Son of a bitch! If I didn’t hate this case already-“

You left Dean to his grumbling and continued searching the woods for the shifter. It had been attacking campers. Your ears were filled with the static of water hitting wet leaves and soggy undergrowth. The rain was coming down so hard, the leaf cover did nothing to help. You could barely see five feet in front of you. Bursts of winds chilled you to your bones. Your shivering almost made your vision blurry with the vibrations.

“Dean?” you called out. “Can you see anything?”

“He can’t see much of anything at the moment.”

The shifter gripped your shoulder and sent you flying into the closest tree. Faster than you could recover, she had your arms bound in a rope that kept them spread out around the trunk. Through the rain, you could see she wore a jacket similar enough to yours that Dean or Sam wouldn’t notice. You were thankful for the curtain of precipitation as she shed the last of her former skin and took your form. It sickened your stomach to see your smile stretched back into a smirk.

“I’m sure by now my husband has borrowed your partner’s form to find the third one. Sam, right? Dean is going to watch his brother die, and then I’m going to kill him as you. Oh!” She gripped her chest as you strained against the ropes. “I felt that. Ah, he’s your… good to know we will be preventing any baby hunters from coming after our future generations.” She twisted away from you towards a shout from back the way you came. The rain static was so loud you couldn’t identify whose it was. The shifter laughed in triumph and ran off towards the noise.

You wanted to call out to either Winchester, but you also strained to hear anything else. A shout from you might help the shifter’s charade. If you could hear when she arrived, maybe you could alert the guys it wasn’t you.

Boots on wet dirt came towards you and a Dean-like figure came into view. His face was splattered with blood. You struggled against the ropes.

“Y/N! It’s me.” He came close enough to you could see his eyes. They were wild with the hunt but also filled with a gleam that could only be him.

“How’d you get loose?” you asked as he cut you free.

“Sam showed up too early for the husband to take me out. I got the wife when she tried to attack Sam.”

“And none left for me. Some ‘love of my life’ you turned out to be.” You failed to keep a straight face through your chastisement.

Dean mirrored your smile and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know. You just despise me. I wonder if Vegas Elvis does divorces too.”

You poked him hard in the chest. “Don’t you dare. Annoying as you are, you’re stuck with me and no amount of Dean-shenanigans is going to get rid of me.”

Dean laughed and held your hand on the way back to Sam. “Since when do you say ‘shenanigans?’”

Sam was just finishing up with the bodies when you regrouped. He took their car to town to tell the local sheriff what happened and to pick up the extra car from the bunker. You and Dean headed back straight from the woods. The case was one of the few ones that happened close to the bunker, only a few hours away. You slept for most of it, even though you offered to trade with Dean if he wanted to rest. He woke you by shaking your shoulder gently.

“We’re home, sweetheart.”

He led you to the shower and helped you out of your damp clothes. The mirrors were soon fogged with steam that flushed your skin and made you want to melt. The water cascaded off of Dean onto you as he stood directly under the shower head. Your own Winchester waterfall.

It started out innocently enough.

You were spreading soap across his chest while he was doing the same to you when your thumbs flicked over his nipples. He gasped a little, then passed the sensation along to you. It became a game. You ran your hands up his shoulders so you could play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. His hands sank down to your hips, then around so he could squeeze your ass. Each tug or squeeze caused a moan or sound of delight. Dean’s eyes, newly wild with desire, raked over your form as you leaned in to nip at his chest. You watched his lips as they descended to your neck to gentle suck at your sweet spot.

“Dean,” you sighed.

“Yep.” He turned off the water just as it was beginning to get cold. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel and played with a water droplet on your nose. “You’re all wet.”

You hummed in agreement. “Maybe you should warm me up so I don’t catch a cold.”

Next thing you knew you were over his shoulder and bouncing down the hallway to the bedroom. You gave his still naked ass a light tap as he made it to the door. He dropped you and pinned you against the outside.

Dean let out a low growl as you let the towel gather at your ankles. It stayed in the hall while he backed you into the room, kissing you and feeling your skin under his hands all the way. He kept moving you back until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back. Dean leaned down to kiss up your stomach. He worked up to your collarbone and then back down to one of your breasts. He blew gently on the bud, hardening it further in arousal. He latched his lips around it, even as you backed up further onto the bed. By the time you made it to the pillows, Dean had shifted his attention to the other one, while palming the first. He smiled against your skin while he listed to you pant. You whimpered as he pulled away.

Your whimpers collapsed into mewls as his fingers danced up and down our thighs before collecting some of your slick.

“Hmm, still so wet. Guess I need to continue to warm you up.”

Within a few strokes and curls and the addition of a second finger, you were bucking to meet his movements. The remnants of the shower had been replaced with sweat, on you and Dean. For while he worked you, you worked him. He shuddered when you twirled your thumb around the tip of his cock. He fucked you faster with his fingers, spreading your arousal up to your clit. His hips jumped as you gave his length a tight squeeze.

“Please, Dean. Need you.” You batted his hand away and guided him into your heat.

You arched with a cry as he snapped his hips forward to bottom out. You continued to cry out, begging for more as Dean kept a languid pace. You raked your fingernails down his back. Moaned loudly into the kiss you gave him. Contracted your walls. Anything to make him move faster. With that, he finally took your wordless plea and snapped his hips to meet your bucking ones. Dean’s grunts in your ear sent you tumbling over the edge, pulling him with you with your walls clamped hard around his length.

He pulled out and helped you settle to lay your head on his chest. You traced invisible designs into his skin as your eyes drooped.

“We almost need another shower,” Dean murmured into your hair.

“Sam will complain if we take all the hot water.”

You convinced him to get ready for bed instead. Pajamas found. Hair combed. Teeth brushed. Dean gargled until you giggled. You kept brushing against one another during the night routine up to spooning under the thick blankets. Dean’s arm wrapped possessively around your waist, and his chin rested on your shoulder. You curled your fingers in his, then fell asleep, warm and protected.

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Yuletide Mischief

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At the Yule banquet, the reader wears a revealing dress that inspires Loki to ensure she remembers who she is married to.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: teasing, use of magic, bondage (kinda), teasing/SMUT in public, food mention

Word Count: 1540

Note: Felt like writing something naughty for the winter break. Please let me know if you enjoyed it likes, comments, and reblogs. (Comments and additions on reblogs make me giggly.) My tag lists and requests are open. Please enjoy!  

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With a twirl, you admired your gown and figure in the mirror. Loki was already present at the Yule banquet. Frigga had requested his assistance with some Seidr decorations. For all his sly pride and tricks, Loki loved this time of year. Outside may be blue and white with cold, but inside everything was decorated in his and his brother’s colors of green and red. He smiled more around Yuletime as well. More accepted. More at home than any other time of the year.

You spun again with a giggle. The dress was a special commission for you as an early Yule gift for Loki. The neckline put the swell of your breasts on full display, though modestly covered with a sheer layer of golden lace. Not that it would save you from blushing. Gold ribbons crisscrossed the shimmery green fabric. If the firelight hit it just right, observers would be able to see your family color of blue in the swells and crests as you moved. But it was mostly green and gold to match your husband’s motley. The special addition, though, was the slit on one side running up from the hem to your upper thigh. You used your Seidr to decorate your thigh with henna-like designs hiding symbols used only between you and Loki. Ones that would make him jealous, and also possessively aroused.

A young maid knocked on your chamber door announcing the beginning of the pre-banquet festivities.

You left her to surprise Loki.

The banquet hall’s twin was covered in glittering adornments from floor to ceiling. Streamers and winter flowers framed Frigga and Loki’s moving portraits of Yule’s past. For all of the ornamentation, the members of the court twittered and filled the hall with beautiful song. Many forwent their usual colors. Instead, green and red were the colors of the evening. Finding Loki would be difficult. More difficult than you imagined. As others danced in the center, you were floated from portrait to portrait as various courtiers cooed of Loki’s skill, praising you for calming his tricks to just a few pranks over the year.

Another hand clasped you and pulled you away from a group. “Have you been looking for me?” Loki’s voice eased you to melt in his arms as he swept you away for a dance.

“Yes, darling. Awe-struck nobility kept me from my task though.” You looked around again as he twirled you. “The hall is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I’m glad the muse is impressed.” Loki frowned, eyeing the slit in your dress as you stepped forward with the dance. “And what is this?”

“It’s your Yule present. Well, one of them. Do you like it?”

“In a sort. Though why you chose to gift it to the court as well is beyond me.” Loki’s eyes glittered as the music came to an end. “What are you playing at, Y/N? You know you will not be able to out-mischief me.”

Your reply was interrupted by a chorus of bells that drew everyone’s attention to the doors to the banquet hall. Before the last tone faded away, they swung open to reveal the table long enough to seat the whole court. Loki frowned at you and led you to your seat. He pushed in your chair next Frigga on Odin’s right, then sat across from you next to Thor. Through Odin’s Yule speech, Loki kept his eyes locked with you, making you shiver under his gaze.

As the feat began, Loki hovered various foods to your plate. He seared runes onto meat, cut it into vegetables, and let you the message that this dinner would not pass without some revenge. You prepared yourself to see what else he would say, through runes or out loud, that he knew would make you blush.

But he said nothing.

He hadn’t broken gaze during the speech. Now he barely looked at you, leaving you to debate magical practices with Frigga. Thor noticed and occasionally looked at you as the banquet progressed. As the time slugged by, and the runes faded from your food, unease like waiting for the first horn of battle settled into your stomach. As more time passed, you wondered if you read the runes wrong and that they said the night would not pass instead of the dinner.

Then you felt a chill creep up your exposed thigh.

Your eyes went wide, but you quickly blinked them to normal to not draw attention to yourself. It circled down to your ankle and pulled it against the chair leg. Something like metal clasped shut. Now you wouldn’t be able to press your thighs together without turning awkwardly from Frigga. The chill warmed the longer it was in contact with your skin. It crept up your thigh, circling and squeezing. Your breath came out in short gasps, though you were able to keep your chest from heaving.

“Y/N, are you alright? You look a little flush.” Frigga’s voice brought you back to focus.

“Yes. It’s wonderfully warm in here. Is it just from the fire, or did you finally get the circulation spell working?”

Frigga branched off into detail, but you were only half listening. The warm tendril had worked its way up to the top band of your panties. You waited with baited breath for it to work under the band. Loki’s eyes caught yours and for a split second you feared he would hold you on edge for the whole evening. He grinned in triumph as your fork fell from your hand. The warmth covered your whole sex, though a tendril worked on your clit. It split into two and the second began to tease its way into you. You gripped the edge of your chair in an effort to keep a placid face. If you were failing, nobody made mention.

Loki winked.

The tendrils took turns vibrating against you. Alternating and ever-changing patterns brought you quickly to the brink. But he kept you on the edge. Loki avoided the areas he knew you were sensitive at. He hit just next to them. Acknowledging them made them more desperate. You fought bucking in your chair for relief. The series of toasts were coming up, and you had an inkling you knew which one he was aiming you make you cum on.

Odin stood and raised his glass. The assembly remained sitting but raised their glasses. “To victories that we have won in this year, and to the brave warriors that brought them, we salute you!” The assembly echoed his last phrase and drank.

The tendril on your clit stopped moving but did not move away. The second moved slowly in a delicious drag.

“To the peace we have found, and to the bountiful harvest that feeds Asgard and her neighbors, we drink and feast to make room for more.”

The second tendril began to move faster. The first began light taps on your clit, jolting you in your chair.

Thor stood with his goblet. “And to the king, father to all: Odin. May the next one thousand years be as prosperous as the first.

You almost choked drinking the toast as Loki’s magic took over your senses. Goosebumps broke out over your body and you quaked in your chair. A mist settled over your eyes. The haze tunneled your sight to the god across the table. Blood pounded in your ears. You could hear how ragged your breath was, like waves before a storm.

Still, the tendrils continued to work you higher into bliss. The one on your clit took up its earlier pattern, though faster and more focused. The second split into several inside you so as to reach every sensitive point at once.

Your usual shout of ecstasy fell out as a whimper, unheard in the din of applause for the toasts. Loki smiled in triumph and lifted his glass towards you. As he drank, the magic fell from your body, and your ankle was released. Your head lolled to one side as you fought to keep your posture.

Frigga’s voice brought you to attention. “Are you alright, dear? Your flush is deeper than before.”

“Yes, my queen,” you nearly croaked. “I think the Yule ale has rushed to my head. I might retire before the closing dances, by your leave.”

“Of course; rest well. I will see you again tomorrow.”

It took the rest of the banquet for you to ease your breathing back into its usual pattern. By then, Loki was again avoiding your gaze. Finally, Odin announced the final revelry. Loki took the chance to leave with you by a side door.

“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” You hummed positively. He looped his arm in yours so you could lean your head on his shoulder. Loki paused outside of your shared chambers. “You said earlier that this gown was only one of my Yule presents. What are the others?”

A thrill ran through you. The night still had room for more mischief. “You have to unwrap the first gift to get to the others.” You tugged on the sheer lace of your bodice, revealing just a thin ribbon of the lace garments underneath the gown.

Loki licked his lips and quickly led you inside.

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