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His Dangerous Wife » LA Knight

plot: la knight's wife comes to even the odds against the judgement day

pairings: wrestler! reader x la knight

warnings: none tbh just fluff

a/n: there isn't enough la knight stuff on here and that makes me sad :(( wrestling last name is kingley bc i love it

It was quite chaotic backstage, making it almost impossible for Y/N to locate her husband. But she found him after a few minutes of searching. He stood with John Cena who was also his tag partner for Fastlane. Y/N didn't have a match, seeing as she was literally returning from an ankle injury that happened at SummerSlam when she lost her championship to Iyo Sky. Y/N Kingley was a crowd favorite, as was her husband LA Knight, but not many people knew they were married, or even together. They lived a very private life so it made sense.

Tonight, she was set to return to help her husband even the odds against the Judgement Day which sparked a future fued between herself and Rhea Ripley. Though LA Knight didn't know of this. "Darling, do you know where Izzy is? I can't find her." Y/N asks, grabbing his attention. Izzy was her best friend, the woman also known as Azalea Evans, the younger sister of Chris Evans and one of the best women's wrestlers. She was also engaged to Rhea Ripley. He furrowed his brows, shaking his head, "Nah, but she should be somewhere around here. Probably with Rhea."

"I think I seen her talking to Cody in catering earlier," John adds. Y/N smiled gratefully, "Thank you. I will see you two later, alright? Good luck with the match darling." She pressed a quick peck on his cheek before quickly making her way towards catering, finding Azalea indeed with Cody. Y/N took a seat at their table, "one thing I do not miss about being back is getting lost backstage all the time." Azalea chuckles at her complaint, "honestly, I'm pretty much used to it."

"You would think because I've been wrestling for 20 years that I would be used to this, but I am definitely not." Y/N mumbled, picking up a brownie from Izzy's plate. Izzy chuckled before glancing at the television where LA Knight's match with Jimmy Uso was coming up. Cody cleared his throat, "so, how do we feel about Jade signing with WWE?" Izzy and Y/N were former AEW wrestlers so they knew Jade quite well. Though they had actually never faced Jade yet. They knew how she felt with all the top tier treatment because that's how they were treated when signing with AEW having been originally WWE stars.

"I'm really excited about it actually. I'm super happy for her. I can't wait to face her." Y/N said, she was always happy for any of the wrestlers who got signed to other companies. Izzy nods in agreement, "Me too. She actually called me after she signed so I'm really excited for her. We're supposed to train together soon." Cody nods with a smile, "I feel the same way. I'm excited to see what she can do here."

"His match is starting so we should head to the gorilla." Izzy stood up, the three of them left towards the gorilla where the Judgement Day and Jey Uso were at. Izzy was quick to greet Rhea whilst Y/N was watching the monitors. LA Knight obviously wins, but then Judgement Day comes out, standing on the ring apron, leaving Knight and Cena outnumbered. Jey Uso was the first to come out, sliding in the ring though they were still very outnumbered. Cody's music hit, he was quick to come out.

Rhea jumps on the apron next to her boys, signaling that they weren't gonna back down. That's when Y/N's music hit. The crowd went crazy, obviously not expecting her to show up at all, let alone for a situation such as this. "It's Y/N Kingley! She's back! What a surprise!" Michael Cole' expressed. Y/N strutted out, Rhea's face dropped at the sight of her. Meanwhile, her husband was in disbelief, a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Rhea is in disbelief! Y/N has expressed her frustration with the Judgement Days attempts to recruit her best friend Azalea Evans!" Corey Graves explains.

"That and the fact that the Judgement Day is targeting her husband LA Knight," Cole points out. "Her husband?! She's married?!" Cody Rhodes and John Cena sat on the middle rope for Y/N to step through, the Judgement Day seemingly conflicted now. She walks past her shocked husband to come face to face with Rhea, a grin on her lips. "Still wanna fight?"

The boys behind her grin as Rhea makes the guys stand down, claiming it wasn't worth it. Paul Heyman takes Solo's hand, signaling him to fall back. Unfortunately for them, Y/N wasn't a patient person. She threw the first hand, knocking Rhea off the apron, the boys are quick to join in the brawl. She grinned, leaning against the rope as Cody and Jey Uso both do separate dives out the ring, knocking down the Judgement Day and Jimmy.

Rhea drags Y/N out of the ring, going back in forth with her as Solo stepped in the ring with John. Y/N was quick to fight off Rhea, throwing her into Dom as LA Knight took care of Solo. LA hits JD with a BFT, then Jey hits him with a super kick before Cena performs a five knuckle shuffle. Y/N slides in the ring as Cena continues to perform an AA on JD. Cody whips off his belt throwing it into the crowd before hitting JD with a crossrhodes.

The boys turn to her, basically offering up JD if she wanted a go at him. She laughs, shaking her head but they insisted. "Come on! It can't hurt! Well not for you at least." Cody says. Y/N chuckled, giving in the crowd cheers. LA Knight offers his hand, she takes it, using it to jump off the rope and perform a clean moonsault onto JD. "And a perfectly done moonsault from Kingley!"

"Yeahh!" LA Knight cheered, taking her hand and pulling his wife up. "That was fun!" She cheered wistfully, high fiving Jey, Cody, and Cena as LA Knight kept a hand on her waist. The crowd cheered as Cody raised Y/N's hand proudly, "Our wonderful savior!"

LA pulled her closer so she could hear better, "You didn't tell me you were coming out." Y/N chuckled, "cause it was a surprise darling. Did it surprise you love?" He laughs lightly, nodding like it was obvious, and it was. "Surprised me so much I could kiss you right about now." He jokes, also being partially serious because he really wished he could kiss her.

She shrugged lightly, "you can kiss me, I don't mi-" she was cut off by his lips pressed against hers and very loud cheering from the fans. He didn't waste a second kissing her, not caring about the thousands of fans watching. She chuckles softly pulling away, quick to remind him that they were still in public. "Come on, let's close up." Y/N climbs the top rope, doing her normal taunt as LA Knight, Jey Uso, Cody, and Cena all followed behind her.

Shaun was quick to drag her into the locker room the second the show was over. Not even giving her a chance to talk as he showered her with kisses. "Shouldn't we go to the hotel first?" She chuckles, pulling away. "What? Scared of a little locker room sex, doll?" He teased, rubbing her sides as he held back to urge to tear her clothes off.

Y/N sucked in a breath, "fuck, you know what that name does to me." He smirked, pressing a kiss to her neck as she pushed him towards the showers. "I should save your ass more often if this is the reward I get in return."

"Yeah."

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RISE OF KNIGHT (part two)

Parts: 1 | 2

(Feel free to ask me anything about this au - I think about it too much!)

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double trouble

requested by @lokis-queen01 - Would you be able to write a request for Damien Priest x female reader where she is Dominic’s twin sister but she is in a secret relationship with Damien and she joins judgement day with Dominic but also reveals that she is in a relationship with him

a/n: posting this crazy late but pls enjoy :)

mentions: overall SFW, some description of violence within matches, slight emotional manipulation, some family drama, use of google translate, fem!reader, poc!reader, latinx!reader, mysterio twin sister!reader, damianxreader

translations: mi corazón: my heart, sweetheart; princesa: princess; mi princesa, estoy tan orgulloso: my princess, i’m so proud of you; bienvenido a tu nueva familia: welcome to your new family.

taglist: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart @emogoblin-666 @hereliespumpkin @blxxdshxteyes @neptune-lover @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol @ares-athena @thatonepansexual2000 @witcherfromwallachia @christinabae

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Me Fui de Vacaciones • Damian Priest x AFAB reader

Warnings • 2nd person pov (no use of y/n), reader is Afab but I did my best to be as inclusive and nondescript as possible

Smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected PIV sex, oral (m receiving), names (Gatita, baby, you get it), some extremely light kink (spanking, biting, choking, hair pulling), lil bit of Sir kink, size kink sort of, exactly two uses of the word “whore”, porn with an unnecessary amount of plot, tropes galore, idiots to lovers requires its own warning, bad Spanish translations probably.

Word Count • 6.2k words, I have no reasonable explanation for this.

A/N • This should go without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway. This is a wrestling fic, featuring wrestlers. While wrestlers are indeed real people with real lives, they are also playing characters. The people mentioned in this fic are their characters, and in no way am I depicting the individuals who portray them.

Burning logs crackled. One. Two. Three beers became five. Your feet dug into soft, cool sand as you and your closest friends talked around a fire.

It was the beginning of a well deserved mini-vacation, and the five of you weren’t intending to waste a moment of it. So when you all arrived at the little beach cottage you had rented, even at nearly midnight, you were hell bent on getting the most of your time off. So the fire was built, drinks were passed around, and laughter carried across the beach.

Most people called your friends “The Judgment Day”. You just called them family, though. You had met Damian first, in 2020, the near end of his NXT career marking your beginning. He quickly became your mentor as you navigated the tribulations of what it meant to work for the company, a true friend among those who looked at you only as competition. Later, he introduced you to Rhea. Then the faction formed, and Finn joined the circle, then Dom. Your call up to the main roster occurred shortly after, during the draft. The celebration that ensued when you learned you would be working with the rest of the crew was legendary. These, truly, were your people.

And then there you were, a year later, feet in the sand. You played a light tune on your guitar as though it were the backing score to Bálor’s story, leaving the group captivated. Well, everyone but you. You were looking up at the stars, taking it all in, wondering how you could possibly be so lucky. You decided not to tempt fate by asking the universe that very question, but it seemed fate had its own ideas for this week.

“You good?”

Rhea’s voice pulled you from your daydream and all at once, everyone was looking at you. You realized, in your deep state of thought, your random plucking at the guitar had faded to nothing.

“So good…” you grinned, slurring slightly, at which the group chuckled and carried on with their conversations. Crisis averted. At least you thought. Damian’s gaze lingered on you when you looked back down at the frets of your guitar, but you didn’t seem to notice.

It was a drunken stumble back to the house, sometime around 3AM, everyone finally exhausted enough to end the day and refresh themselves for the next. Except you. As they all said their goodnights and retired to their respective rooms, you found yourself on the couch, unable to sleep and watching reruns of the same sitcoms you had seen a hundred times.

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“Hey… Hey you…”

You felt something… poking you?

“Hellooooo…”

You gasped and sat up, eyes wildly searching the room until you found Rhea standing above you. It was light outside, light enough that golden rays peeked through the curtains and illuminated her face. You glanced at the clock. 7am. Hadn’t you guys just gone to bed?

“We’re going to the gym. You coming?”

“I thought we were on vacation,” You groaned and laid back down, covering your face with a throw pillow as you realized how sore your back was. Why the hell did you sleep on the couch all night?

“Suit yourself. We’ll back in a couple hours.”

You rolled over, scrunched up but content as the footsteps left the house, got in the car, and drove away. Slowly, you dozed back off into that euphoric state of half sleep.

“Hey…”

Oh fuck. Damian. Your heart picked up and suddenly you were awake once more. You thought you had heard all of them leave, and yet…

“Hey, you awake?”

You remained rigidly still save for your breathing, even as you heard him approach. For whatever reason, pretending to still be asleep was your first and only instinct. It did you little good, however.

In one sudden motion, as if you weighed nothing at all, you were scooped up into his arms. Still, you pretended to sleep. Despite your heart racing. Despite how badly you wanted to lean into the safety and warmth of his chest. Despite the fire that sparked in your core every time you got close to him.

Yeah, you were down bad. The moment he got in the ring to spar with you that first time, you were a goner, and it only got worse as years went on. You had spent holidays together, traveled to countless cities and countries, bared your soul to him over late night gin and cigarettes. You saw him for what he was. When others saw a monster of a man, a Broken Angel as he was once called, you saw someone sensitive, fierce, and loyal. Even the flaws drew you closer, but you could focus on those another time.

You kept the feelings under the hat as best you could. The only time you let it slip was to Rhea, early on in your friendship, your eyes lingering too long on Damian as he walked away from the two of you. She promised to take the secret to her grave. That didn’t stop her from teasing you in private, though, or from dropping the subtlest of hints when you were all together. Hints Damian never seemed to get, or maybe he did. Who really knows?

Back in the present, he was carrying you… somewhere, that much you could glean with your eyes closed. And then you were placed somewhere soft. Already warm and slept in, like the comfiest hug. Wait… was this his bed? You breathed deeply and realized it was, regrettably, recognizing the scent of his hair left behind on the pillow.

He covered you with a blanket, pushing away some hair that had fallen in your face. It was a surprisingly tender gesture from someone like him, especially for “just a friend”, but that was something you had gotten used to. It was one of the many facets of who he was, showing his love with touch. He was always there for you with a hug when you needed it, or a rub to your shoulders after a good match, and he seemed to mess with your hair a lot, too. You thought nothing of it. That was just.. him.

You decided, as his hand drew away from your face, that now was as good a time as any to begin to stir. You slowly blinked your eyes open and looked up as he was still standing beside you, just turning to leave.

“Mmmm hello…” you mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep.

“Shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up… you just looked uncomfortable and I was getting up anyway so I figured…” He seemed almost nervous, immediately pulling his hands away from you.

“No, it’s fine,” you cut him off, stretching for the first time in what felt like days, “thank you..”

“Okay, well.. you sleep. I’m gonna make breakfast..” he turned back to leave and you quickly grabbed onto his hand, tugging it backward.

“Too early for breakfast. It’s your bed. Come lay down…” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard every word.

It wasn’t as though you two hadn’t shared plenty of beds. Traveling on tour was like that. With Dom and Rhea paired off, and Finn preferring to be alone, you two often ended up in a room together, and thanks to Damian’s stature that meant sharing a single king bed. Of course, you didn’t mind. Not even as you laid awake all those nights, trying to quell that burning need you couldn’t seem to shake when you were so close yet so far from him. You wondered how he could sleep, how he couldn’t feel your nervous energy from across the bed. Maybe he could, and just paid it no mind.

This time was different, though. Charged. Like the energy you felt shooting through the fingertips that touched him was somehow a mutual exchange. Like if you pulled your hand from his right now, you would see the electricity connecting them. You couldn’t explain how or why, all you could do was tug on his hand as he tried to decline your invitation.

“There’s no way you’re not tired, come on…”

And, after a moment of your insistence, he reluctantly obliged.

There was a dip in the bed, and you hummed happily as a strong arm wrapped around you, hugging you close for a moment as he got situated. You rolled onto your side, facing away from him so you could hide your secret little smile. Strong arms wrapped around you again, to your surprise, and you shifted until you both were comfortable laying there in each other’s space.

You two always ended up like this, once you finally found yourself able to sleep. You would wake curled up against his massive frame, him holding you in a manner that could only be described as possessive. It was almost as though he was protecting you in your slumber; From what, you weren’t sure. Bad dreams? Aliens? You always played it off as though you two just enjoyed the closeness, drawn to each other in the unconscious. You’d vehemently defend to Rhea that it was strictly platonic. The butterflies in your throat disagreed.

It felt like every single cell in your body was vibrating. You thought there was no way that you could sleep, and yet you felt your eyelids droop as his warmth spread around you. Once again, you dozed, your body weightless despite being hyper aware of the fact that you were pressed up against him. His shallow, sleepy breaths puffed across the top of your head, but you would later learn he was also not sleeping.

No, he was in the same predicament as you. Pretending to sleep while his mind raced and the smell of your hair drew him further into this downward spiral. It was all innocent thoughts at first. Friendly. Looking forward to spending time with you and the others over the next few days. Then he opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of your peaceful, sleeping face and a switch flipped. Suddenly he was consumed by the thought of waking you up and taking you then and there, finally giving into the urge he felt every time he got close to you. Every time he watched you wrestle. Every time you smiled at him from across a room, or fell asleep on him during long flights, or gave his butt a pat as he walked out from Gorilla to the ramp. He valued your friendship more than that urge, though, and it’s stopped him every time he’s nearly gone through with indulging it.

Lost in your thoughts, you only barely registered the fact that he had scooted a little bit closer to you than before, hips flush with the curve of your ass. Something else pressed against you, something somewhat firm and insistent. You blushed, trying to muffle the faintest gasp at the realization of exactly what it was. He had to be sleeping… right? Would he do this if he wasn’t?

You didn’t know what to do, frozen still by the options before you. You could ignore it, pretend to keep sleeping and act as though nothing was happening. That was the safest option. You two could proceed as usual, protecting your friendship for the long run while you pined for him still. Or… you could give in and acknowledge it, say fuck it to all of the doubt and uncertainty.

Fuck it.

You moved to back yourself up further against him, making sure to slowly grind your hips and drag your ass against the clothed protrusion. You heard a low, barely audible noise from him, spurring you on as you arched your back slightly and once again pressed your ass into him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing…” he whispered under his breath, not wanting to wake you if this was all just some kind of cruel joke the universe was playing on him. His hand went from holding you across your waist to slowly tracing a line down your side, stopping at your hip and squeezing gently. You hummed again, softly, leaning into his touch.

It burned where his fingertips made contact with your skin, feeling that same electric energy as before, stealing the breath from your lungs. It was now or never, you decided, no going back from here. A calculated risk, but you were always so bad at math. Slowly, you reached back, grabbing hold of his hip and using the new leverage to really grind against him. You heard a low rumbling, like thunder in his chest, fingers digging into your hip.

“Don’t tease me…” another barely audible growl of a whisper. You chuckled softly, putting on an air of confidence in spite of your hammering heart, moving just enough in his hold to turn your head and look innocently at him. God, he loved that look. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking you over with a glint in his eye you’d never seen before, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Who’s teasing?” You offered a smile over your shoulder.

“I mean it…” he brought you closer to him, his lips finding your bare shoulder. He placed a kiss on it, then bit down softly, eliciting the tiniest gasp from you. Another kiss, another bite, another low, sleepy whine from you as your hips begged for more friction. His hand on your hip pulled you back as he rocked slowly into you. God, why did he have to make this so good? It was bad enough that you were past some kind of point of no return, but every press of his hips to your behind only made it worse, forcing tiny moans out of you. Officially helpless to the way your body was reacting to his touch, you didn’t bother resisting it any longer. Your hand on his hip reached between the two of you, teasing along the waistband of his boxers before reaching in. Your hand slid tentatively down his pelvis, running over smooth, hot skin before finally wrapping around what you were looking for.

It was damn near as intimidating as he was. Long and thick and heavy, twitching slightly in your grasp as he grew harder. You couldn’t help but utter a quiet “Fuck”. His chest rumbled as you stroked him a few times, and you couldn’t help but groan with him, the slick heat of your core only growing more overwhelming with each glide of your palm. You felt lips on your neck now, doing the same as before. A kiss, a bite, then another soothing kiss as you mewled at the sensation, your walls clenching around nothing, absolutely begging for him. You’d be lucky if you made it out of this without him marking you, but would that really be lucky? You kept on with soft, slow strokes, breathless as he continued to focus on your neck.

“Are you sure we should do this…” he breathed in your ear, your movements slowing as you processed his question. He was giving you one last out, it seemed. One last opportunity to say “you’re right, let’s stop”, though you both knew you had already gone too far to come back from this. But, with no hesitation, you nodded.

It all happened so fast after that. In half a second you were flat on your back, eyes wide as you tried to choke out something clever or witty to say, completely failing. He wasn’t touching you yet, but nonetheless you were pinned, his massive frame caging yours entirely. Your eyes cut down to discover he’d slid his boxers off, hard cock hanging between his legs. Fuck, it looked even better than it felt. Your gaze wandered back up to his confident smirk. He knew what he was working with, clearly. Smug bastard.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice…” you couldn’t help but laugh, doing everything you could to look normal, ignoring the steady beating in your ears.

“Just couldn’t help but notice you admiring something…” he chuckled, then leaned back down to kiss your neck, and suddenly your mind was mush again except for him.

You were ripped from your thoughts as you found your top being pulled off and your breasts exposed, his mouth immediately attaching to one. He was all teeth and tongue, frantic and desperate, years of tension finally breaking the dam and rushing through his veins. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, writhing and gasping as he played you so expertly, somehow finding every little sensitive spot and knowing exactly how to wring the most pathetic little sounds from your throat. Had your nipples always been this sensitive? You couldn’t remember. In fact, this all felt so new, like it was your first time all over again. His intense focus turned up to you as he switched to your other breast, the eye contact enough to ruin you both. You broke it, certain you would come in an instant if you held his dark eyes any longer.

Damian let go of your nipple with a tug of his teeth, leaning up to finally kiss your lips, both hands holding your face. White heat burst behind your eyes as his tongue immediately assumed dominance over yours. You wrapped your arms around broad shoulders, moaning shamelessly into his mouth as tongues danced and one of his hands moved to firmly hold your jaw. He only broke the kiss to speak, lips just centimeters from yours.

“Pretty little thing… me estás matando…”

Your loss for words left you grinning stupidly in response. You, killing him? While you’ve lost all sense of chill, not even bothering to pretend to be casual about this? He kissed the smile off your face, biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he pulled away, leaving your lips to chase his as you whined with need. It was strange, the fact that you needed him. You’d had plenty of partners, plenty of good sex. Sure, you wanted them, but this felt like you’d surely die if you didn’t feel him inside you soon. Like your body would simply vaporize without his touch. Maybe this was how it was going to be from now on, feeling like something was distinctly missing when he wasn’t touching you.

Your flimsy cotton shorts were the next to go, his lips finding every inch of exposed skin down your abdomen and claiming it as his own. Eager hands glided down his shoulders and back, taking in the way each muscle flexed as he moved along your body.

His energy was impossible to place, manic but calm. He knew exactly what he was doing, but still moved with an urgency as if the two of you would be caught any moment. Which… was partially true. In a moment of clarity, the rest of the crew came to mind and your heart picked up at the realization that they would be back soon, and this would be over. Or worse.. they could find you two, passionately entangled. What would they say? What would HE say? You feared he would deny it, too ashamed to admit he felt anything for you, even just lust.

Your thoughts continued to race, eyes closing as you panicked. You tried to be discreet about it, but if anyone knew your cues, it was Damian. He moved back up to you, a strong yet delicate hand wrapping around your throat as he kissed you. Well, that was one way to knock out the intrusive thoughts.

“Look at me,” he squeezed ever so slightly as your eyes focused, his tone stern yet soft, “whatever you’re thinking about. Doesn’t matter right now. Tell me what does.” Another squeeze.

“You.”

“And what else…”

“… me?”

“Good girl.”

Another kiss, another squeeze, and he was gone. Back to leaving bite marks down your body. He came down to your panties and let out a silent, somewhat shaky breath. Finally. Finally he had you right where he always wanted you. It was almost overwhelming, but he didn’t let onto that. His fingers gently traced over black cotton, finding a damp spot along the seam of your cunt.

“Oh gatita,” he kept focus along that spot, shooting sparks through your entire body with how inexplicably sensitive you were, “is this all for me?”

All you could do was whimper in response, letting your head fall back to the pillow as your hips chased his fingers, begging for more. He granted you that extra friction, mouth falling open as he watched you shamelessly grind against his hand.

And then he pulled away, leaving you whining from the loss. In a blink, your panties were tossed to the floor and finally the two of you could take in the sight of one another. It took all of the self control he had not to split you open on his cock right there, but he resisted, instead kneeling between your open legs.

You looked up at him, breathing out a barely audible “please”. You nearly took him out right there, his composure faltering as he fully looked you over.

“Perfect,” he exhaled, readjusting his position and giving his straining cock a few lazy strokes, making sure you were watching. Oh, you were watching, nearly drooling at the sight.

His hand found your pussy again, gently swirling a thumb around your clit, eyes locked with yours and hand still slowly working his cock. He wanted to see every reaction, every little microexpression, he wanted it all. He had waited this long for you, years of picturing you in this exact moment. He wanted to savor everything.

You moaned through your bitten lip as he teased, not daring to look away from him. He had you captive, it seemed, frozen in place and begging for anything he could give you. Which is why you whined so pathetically when he pulled his hand away, once again.

He sucked your essence from his thumb, savoring your sweetness. You hummed at the sight, closing your eyes, only to feel his grip on your jaw a moment later to tilt your head up toward him.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deeper, more serious. You didn’t dare disobey him, looking up like a deer in headlights. Something about that voice… you couldn’t quite place it. He growled lowly, bringing his hand back down to your cunt. He collected some of your juices on his finger, running it up and down your slick folds before slowly, agonizingly sliding it inside.

He still gripped your chin, daring you to look away as you whimpered at the sudden fullness. You had always admired his hands, giant and strong and rough, yet gentle. You’d wondered how they would feel in this exact scenario, often finding your mind wandering as your own smaller hand worked to your release in the late nights. It was beyond what you had imagined, so much more. His finger found a slow, steady pace, filling you perfectly and yet not enough all at once. You moved your hips with his rhythm, mouth slack in euphoria, eyes still trained to his.

“So fucking good for me, look how well you’re taking it,” he praised, letting go of your jaw to let you look down at where his finger was disappearing into your tight hole. Then, as you watched, he added another finger, wrenching a moan straight from your chest as your head fell back once more. Now the pace picked up, the thrusts of his hand stronger, more precise as he curled his fingers to find that sensitive little spot. You gasped and panted pathetically as he played you so expertly, looking back down at his hand only to fall back onto the pillow, overwhelmed by the sight.

It’s unfair, how he seemed to know you without knowing you. Without much effort at all from him, you found yourself closing in on climax, your panting gradually becoming uninhibited moans of “Please. Please. Please.”

“Please what, gatita?” He cooed, slowing the pace ever so slightly as he leaned over you.

“Please. Just. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Just don’t stop.”

“Oh, don’t stop?” He slowed just a bit more, grinning down at you. You could only whine in response, hips moving sloppily now, trying to encourage him to fuck you faster. Harder. He obliged… for the moment. Your walls slowly grew tighter, your moans more heady and uncontrolled. You felt the coil tighten. Tighten. Tighten…

And then he slowed again. Painfully. Your orgasm held at bay, he couldn’t have appeared more smug, knowing exactly what he was doing. You looked up at him, flushed and desperate.

“Why’d you do that?” A whine, to which his response was simply to kiss you. Again, he picked up the pace, adding another finger, making sure you felt just how much he stretched you. Oh, you felt it. Your vision went blurry at the sensation, focusing on him and only him.

It didn’t take much to bring you to that edge again, the coil tightening even more, threatening to break with every rough pump of his fingers. He was hovering over you now, leaning down and biting on your shoulder, sucking a mark into it. Apparently, he didn’t think about the consequences of that… or maybe he didn’t care. Nevertheless, he bit again, smirking into your shoulder as you arched your back and rode his fingers, dramatically chasing your high. You were so, so close, every muscle in your body tense, hands scratching down his back.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

It hit like a brick to the face after that, overtaking you in every way as you moaned and gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He nuzzled his face into you, kissing and sucking marks down your chest to your abdomen, every press of his lips electric.

Everything felt blurry and yet razor sharp, every muscle in your body twitching in the aftershocks. You barely registered that he had kissed back up your body, hands on either side of your head as he waited above. His lips locked with yours the moment your eyes focused, your hands immediately twisting in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could.

You felt the weeping head of his cock prod at your folds, one of his hands guiding it to rub against your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. You mewled with anticipation, your hips grinding down against him.

“Patience…” he breathed against your lips, your hips stilling as he slowly slid inside. Just the head. A gasp from both of you. And then another inch. Fuck. And then another. And another. Until you felt all of him and all you could do was pull him in for another consuming kiss. He started with a slow pace, almost sweet, letting you get used to his size. It quickly grew intense, rough and fast, as he let himself fall into the demands of desire. Your hands grabbed at anything on him you could as he overwhelmed you with his force.

It really was unfair, the way he was fucking you. You didn’t stand a chance against him, not finding a single opportunity to gain the upper hand, left only to meet his thrusts with reckless abandon as you moaned with each moment he filled you. You liked it, though, being at his mercy. You trusted him, strangely. You could probably get used to this.

He’s stronger than you thought possible, his grip on your thighs surely bruising you as you writhed and arched your back at a particularly delicious sensation within you. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, completely lost in the rhythm and harshness of the snap of his hips. He bared his teeth as he fucked you harder. Faster. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the intensity. And then his hand was over your mouth, his eyes off you for the first time since this dance began. He was scanning outside the open window, watching a car come down the street, thinking it could be the rest of the group. That didn’t mean he stopped fucking you. In fact, it only got more intense.

“That’s right. Fucking take it.” he was back to looking down at you and your wide eyes, burying himself so deep inside you, you were sure he was ruining you entirely, “that’s it, baby. Tell me how good it feels.” Except he didn’t pull his hand from your mouth, smirking as you attempted to speak anyway, your mind too gone. That is.. until he slid himself fully inside, grinding his hips against yours. You moaned out loud, sure that the neighbors have heard you by now, your walls squeezing around him and feeling the drag as he pulled his cock out entirely.

“On your knees,” a simple order, and yet your brain was static. You blinked up at him before shaking away the fog and turning yourself over, wiggling your ass in his face just a little. His growl shook you, two strong hands grabbing hold of your ass and squeezing.

“Love this ass. Always loved this ass. Estuve soñando al respecto,” he kept squeezing, spreading you and groaning at the sight. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, giving it another shake in his face. Suddenly, you felt teeth on flesh, letting out a yelp that quickly became a satisfied sigh, your head dipping down past your shoulders. Somehow, you didn’t expect his hand to come crashing down on you, the slap against your ass ringing out in the empty house. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, too immersed in the moment to acknowledge anything but the way your back arched and your chest created the most depraved noise you’d ever heard.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Another slap, you gripped at the bedsheets to keep yourself grounded, “you like being treated like a whore?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered involuntarily, nearly slapping your own hand over your mouth at the realization of what you’d said.

“What.. did you just call me?”

“Nothing…”

A ruthless slap, “Tell me.”

You sobbed at the impact, “sir.”

The growl in his chest shook you, and with little warning his cock was pressing to your folds once again, sliding in with ease and setting a brutal pace right off the bat. You dropped to your elbows and arched your back, eyes closing as your head once again dropped. Of course, he took advantage and leaned over you, one hand finding the back of your head and pressing you down into the bed, holding it there. He slapped your ass with the other, laughing when you moaned into the mattress. It left the prettiest pink handprint, he almost wished he could get a picture of it.

You couldn’t believe the way he was fucking you. Like— like a whore, just like he said. You’d think he’d be gentle with you, being your first time together, that he’d want to show you how worthy he was of your pussy. In a way, he was showing you that. He was showing you his worth by fucking you absolutely stupid, and you were loving it. So much that you weren’t far from another climax, feeling your walls tighten around him, dragging such a beautiful sound from him. His hand found your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your head off the bed. You cried out, steadying yourself on your hands. It was overwhelming, every sensation he subjected you to, to the point that you felt completely delirious with pleasure, all sense of control lost. You fucked yourself sloppily back on his cock, his fist pulling tighter on your hair. The tears pricked your eyes again, eyes whiting out.

“Ohhh fuck, are you coming? You filthy little—” he didn’t finish, groaning as your cunt rhythmically clenched around him, his own thrusts growing more erratic. You didn’t even hear him praising you with little ‘good girls’ and whispers of how good you feel, your head clouded with the sounds of your own depravity. You rode out your orgasm for what felt like hours, nearly collapsing as your body ceased quaking.

Your brain was working in half time, barely registering that he was still fucking you slowly, trying to bring you back to reality. You tried to speak, but the words were completely incoherent.

“Need a minute,” you finally mumbled, reaching back and grabbing his hand that rested on your hip. He obliged, pulling out and laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Your breath caught gradually, your mental faculties growing stronger by the second despite your throbbing cunt. You sighed contentedly, leaning up and kissing him for just a moment. You had your own ideas, now, and one in particular overtook your thoughts.

You kissed him again, grabbing hold of his cock, still slick with you. Your hand stroked him softly as you shifted down the bed, timidly tapping his leg as to ask him to open them. He did so, and you climbed between them, licking your lips as his cock bobbed in anticipation. You took him hungrily into your mouth, not bothering to tease, too eager to feel him.

Now it was your turn to show how unfair you could be, expertly taking him deep into your throat, holding there until you choked. Immediately, he was gone, head falling back on the pillow until he realized he would rather watch you. Your hand assisted your bobbing head, using your tongue to lap at every vein and ridge of his perfect dick. His groans and words of encouragement and yes gatitas only fueled you, giving everything you had to taking him. You almost wanted him to cum right there, to lose all composure and fill your mouth. He had other plans, however, pulling you by the hair off his cock and admiring the fucked out look on your face.

“So fucking pretty,” he mused, pulling you up to him and kissing you. It was all a ploy, of course, and you let him guide you to straddle him, your hips hovering just above his waiting cock. He ordered you to look at him, your brain already to fuck drunk disobey, eyes fixed on him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Go ahead, take it all,” he couldn’t help but grin, brow furrowing in pleasure as you did just that, your own face mirroring his. It was almost too much, almost. Getting your balance, you slowly began to bounce on his lap, leaning on his shoulders for leverage. From there it was an endurance test, the pleasure of riding him only tainted by the strain it put on your knees. Still, you continued, his hands finding your hips to help bounce you on his lap, mewling when his hand crashed down on your ass.

You loved having the power. Loved watching his face twist in pleasure as you grinded your hips down onto his. … and you loved that it took little effort for him to suddenly flip you onto your back once more, placing your legs up around his shoulders as he sunk back into you. Every thrust was slow now. Powerful. So much so that each one knocked you back into the wall. It didn’t matter, you were too delirious by the way he was abusing that little spot inside you, seeing stars as you looked up at his concentrated face.

It was close, again, a climax brewing in your core that nearly overtook you the moment you felt it. Your sighs and moans became whines, hands gripped the sheets below you as he just continued with each knock of his hips to yours, folding you up as he leaned forward and somehow sunk impossibly deeper inside you. You pleaded to him, begged him, did everything you could to encourage him to keep going, please. Just another minute. ‘I’m so close’. But he didn’t even have time to stop, the wave crashing over you as the last ‘please’ left your lips and all you could hear was ringing in your ears and the sound of him grunting through each perfect squeeze of your walls around him.

And suddenly you heard something new. A breathy sort of noise intermixed with ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ as his thrusts grew less calculated. Almost sloppy. His hips jerking with every thrust until he couldn’t stall any longer.

“Come on, Papí. Come for me…” you breathed, certain you were tearing the sheets at this point while your cunt pulsed around him, still coming yourself.

Papí. That was all it took for him to fill you, painting your walls as his fingernails dug crescents into your thighs. You laid there, chest heaving as the two of you shared a blissful moment, eyes locked in the realization of what had just happened. And then, as if to dispel the little voice of worry in the back of your mind, he let your legs down gently and climbed up beside you, taking your face into his hands and kissing you. It wasn’t a particularly passionate kiss, but it was perfect for that moment. Perfect enough to ease that budding anxiety.

“We should do that again…” he whispered into your ear, breaking the tension in the air as you burst into a laugh.

“I was thinking the very same thing.”

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Masterlist for Ori (the dwarf)

Part I (Oneshots) Part II (Multichapter)

Yes, yes, I've had to put this into two separate posts because I had too many links...Sue me! LOL

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✨My Masterlist ✨

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MPL: Oh, maybe you need smut ;)

Bilbo

You got attacked by an Orc but Bilbo saves your life and lets you stay in his house by Animekath

Bilbo spends his evenings drinking at The Green Dragon Inn and you end to drink with him, by BlackWingsofLucifer

Dating with Bilbo would include (fluff & smut) @tolkien-fantasy

Kíli

Kíli’s first time with you @luna-xial

Jealous Kíli wants you now @laurfilijames

You were forced to share your room with Kíli even though you hate him (Sub!Kíli x Dom!Fem!Reader) @rottencherrypie

Kíli not satisfying you in bed and you hesitate telling him because you don’t want to hurt his feelings, by ohmygodwhy316

Kíli tried to be romantic, but it took you to show him how it was really done, by Cumbersmaug

Once you teased Kíli, you can’t stop him @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

You share a sack with Kíli when the trolls caught you @averil-of-fairlea

You’re just friend with Kíli (wink) @luna-xial

Thorin

Thorin is jealous @ipostsmut

Thorin teaching you Khuzdul @ipostsmut

You caught Thorin masturbating @laurfilijames

You like being dominated by Thorin @fizzyxcustard

As Thorin’s assistant, you try to wake him up but he don’t want to, by @technoelfie

Thorin is tied up and you take the opportunity, by Cumbersmaug

Truth or Dare game with Thorin @immawriteyouthings

Thorin teaches you to play harp @legolaslovely

You’re an apprentice blacksmith and Thorin starts to work with you @darthglitterfanfiction

Sleeping alone in your bedroom, you’re cold, but Thorin will soon warm you by kaeorin

Thorin waits you ready before sharing a bed with you @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

Fíli

Go with Fíli to a feast or stay with him in your chamber @laurfilijames

Fíli needs your help for a pressing matter of greatest importance to the realm @lathalea

Fíli makes a move after watching you every night you worked in a bar @legolaslovely

It’s Fíli’s birthday and you went to his bedroom to drop his present on his desk @blairsanne

Fíli meets a childhood friend at a ball and spends a long night with her by kaeorin

Fíli loves when you play with his knives @ichoosechoasandbeingqueer

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Kíli / Fíli caughts you masturbating @laurfilijames

You caught Kíli / Fíli masturbating @laurfilijames

Sneaking around in the dark with Kíli / Fíli @laurfilijames

Pegging with Bilbo / Thorin / Kíli / Fíli / Thranduil / Dwalin / Bofur @tolkien-fantasy

You’re Thorin’s sister and you secretly date Dwalin @jjamjamm

Several character at the same time

Dating Bilbo and Thorin (fluff & smut) @tolkien-fantasy

Kíli wants you even if the company is sleeping around you — Thorin heards you — and Fíli too @ipostsmut

Your weeding night with Kíli & Fíli, by Ixthalia

Lord of the Rings

Eowyn comes to the Shire to see Merry by Citron_Swiftvale

The Rings of power

If Elendil comes to the Hall of Lore, it’s not only for the seas’ map @catyo90

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Bofur to Nori: Okay, I'll keep Dwalin away from you.

(Later)

Dwalin: Hey, have you seen Nori?

Bofur: Nori died eight years ago.

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Good Trouble ~ Chapter Five

Durin’s Garage AU - Good Trouble ~ Part 5

Modern Spin on The Hobbit

Summary: When your car breaks down, there is only one garage in town - Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs. And sometimes, they do more than just tune your engine, check your oil, and top off your fluids…

Everyone in town knows Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs is THE place to go when your car needs work, and everyone knows that Dwalin Fundinson is to be avoided outside of the garage. He’s an ace mechanic, but trouble otherwise.

Your evening with Dwalin ends on a high note and you even get up the nerve to ask him about a certain tattoo…

Pairing: Modern!Dwalin x reader

Warning: E - NSFW 18+ - Oral sex (m receiving)

Word Count: 4,815

Khuzdul translations:

Mesmel - my jewel of jewels

masalnuldum - serious trouble

Abnâmul - beautiful

Kakhf - Shit

The pillow was warm against your cheek and you smiled as Dwalin skimmed a kiss along your right shoulder blade, his, “Are ye all right, amrâlimê? Yer awful quiet,” a whisper on your skin.

“Oh, I’m wonderful,” you murmured, the last remnants of one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had still tingling its way through you.

He covered you, warm against you, and swept your hair over your shoulder to press his lips into the curve where your neck met your shoulder. “Yer trembling,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. “Are ye cold?”

“Hardly.” You let your eyes close as he kissed down over your shoulder and along your right arm before he eased off to stretch out beside you. The only light came from the nightlight in your ensuite bathroom, behind him, and as you opened your eyes, you could just make out his features. His eyes were open. Heavy-lidded and sleepy, but open. “You’re staring at me,” you whispered.

“I canna help myself. Yer beautiful.”

You smiled again. No one ever told you they found you beautiful. Cute? Yes. But beautiful? No, they stopped short of that. And while you also thought you were more cute than beautiful, there was something about hearing Dwalin murmur those words that made your stomach twist in a delightful way and made you smile across the darkness at him. “Thank you.”

He reached for you, his hand coming to rest in the curve of your waist, his thumb skimming up toward your ribs. “Are ye still curious about that tattoo?”

Your cheeks grew warm and you tried not to sound as idiotic as you had earlier. “Honestly? I am, yes.”

His fingers tightened about you, tugging you closer. You scrunched over until you were flush against him and his hand slid down over your right cheek, pressing you into him. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “It says, masalnuldum.”

Your belly kinked. The rumors were true? You met his gaze. “Are you serious? You have your dick tattooed? And that does that even mean?”

“I am serious. My cock is tattooed. And it means serious trouble.”

You stared at him through narrowed eyes. “Dwalin.”

“What?”

“Well, now you’re just making fun of me. Serious trouble? For real?”

He nodded. “I swear to you, mesmel, that’s what it says and that’s what it means. I was young and drunk off my ass when I had it done and when the guy asked me what I wanted, I told him. If you don’t believe me, look for yourself. Although,” he winked, which made you want to smack him, “you might want to talk nice to it for a few minutes, so it doesn’t just say masal.”

“Oh, I am not talking to your dick. Are you kidding me?” You rolled away from him, glaring at the wall. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not and you hated feeling like someone was making fun of you. Growing up, you were the kid who was always the last to get the joke, who could never tell when someone was being serious or not. If someone told you the word gullible was written on the ceiling, you’d look because they just might be telling you the truth.

The mattress shifted as he scooted over to curve against you, slipping an arm about your waist to tug you up against his furred chest. “Why are ye mad at me? I’m telling ye the truth. I promise ye I am.”

“You are not.” You tried to ignore the sensations rippling through you as he leaned over and pressed his lips against the side of your neck. Tried to ignore the way his fingers swept so lightly along your belly. This man instinctively knew how to touch you and even after doing your best to destroy one another for the last few hours, he could get you humming and ready for another round without moving a hand lower than your belly. That was skill right there and you were a lucky woman for it.

“I am. I did it as a bet. Guy in my battalion said I didn't have the guts to do it, and I showed him I did, in fact, have the guts.” His fingers skimmed along your hip, down over the slope of your outer thigh. “Turn the light on and I’ll show ye.”

Although you definitely had the feeling he was just going to laugh at you, you sat up and reached for the lamp. As light blazed forth, he smiled and drew back the covers and, feeling like a combination of voyeur and complete tool, you looked.

Sure enough, there it was along the side of his shaft, in elegant-looking writing that could only be described as looking like runes. His cock was, in fact, tattooed.

“Oh…” You couldn’t keep quiet and without thinking, you traced the very tip of your forefinger along the black ink letters you couldn’t read, but assumed said exactly what he said they did. “You… How did I miss this?”

He exhaled slowly, a hint of a sigh in that breath and you sat back suddenly as he went on with, “Ye weren’t exactly examining it, now, were ye? And ye didn't know it was there, so ye weren’t looking for it, either. That’s how ye missed it.”

You looked up at him, relieved to see him smiling. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

He winked. “Ye want to ask me how much it hurt to get, and whether or not I had to be hard to get it as well, don’t ye?”

“Well…” Heat climbed into your face and you admitted the truth with a sheepish, “Kind of, yeah.”

“It hurt as much as any tattoo hurts, but not as badly as you probably think it did and no, I didn’t.”

You reached over and traced those letters again, smiling as he twitched ever so slightly beneath your touch. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. But, I think I hit empty, so, that might be all ye get for a while.”

Your hand went still. “I’m a little sore anyway.” You looked up at him. “So, how did you get this?”

“I told you, I got it on a bet. We went to the studio, I told the artist what I wanted, he drew it up, I went into the men’s room for a few minutes to get ready and—”

You narrowed your eyes. “Get ready?”

He offered up a wicked grin. “It’s got to be hard to get the stencil on.”

“So, wait,” you pulled your hand away from his cock to press to your lips to still the smile that tugged at them, “you mean you went and jerked off in—”

He chuckled. “Not all the way to the end, no. Just enough so he could get the stencil on, which was a challenge in and of itself, ye know.”

“Uh, no. I didn’t. But I’ll take your word for it.” A giggle popped free and you pressed your hand harder to your mouth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay. It was a challenge because I don’t go walking around at half-mast all the time. Took me three shots before he could get the fucking stencil on and I was starting to sober up. Made it a little easier to keep a boner, but made me start to second guess my decision as well.”

“But, you couldn’t back out because your buddies were there and they’d make fun of you.”

“Something like that. I was young and dumb and wanted to show them how tough I was. So, I got my cock tattooed and it shut them the fuck up. Not a one of them could go through with it. I was the only one.”

“You have to be nuts to do that.”

“Probably.” He caught you around the waist and tugged to his chest. “But, I’ve never wondered about my sanity, so I think I’m good.”

“You got your dick tattooed and you didn't question your sanity?” You couldn’t resist teasing him. “If that didn’t make you question it, what would?”

“Funny.”

You pulled away long enough to switch off the lamp, then snuggled back down against him. “I have to admit, Dwalin,” you said softly, “I am impressed. You’re even more badass than I thought you were to begin with.”

“And I’m your badass, mesmel. Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.” You tucked your head against his chest, smiling as he drew his arm tighter about you. “You should’ve gotten good trouble tattooed on it instead.”

“Good trouble?”

You nodded, then lifted your head to look up at him. “Because you are definitely trouble, Mr. Fundinson. But you’re good trouble.”

He winked at you. “I like the sound of that.”

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When you awoke the next morning, you were tucked up again Dwalin’s chest, his arm tight about your waist, his deep, even breaths warm against your shoulder. You weren’t normally a morning person, usually you woke up groggy and wanted only coffee. But today, despite a short night’s sleep, you felt oddly refreshed and awake. It was a nice change of pace.

You let your eyes close once more, content to lie there wrapped in warm covers and even warmer man. And you wondered how many of the women who came into the Dunraven and giggled and gossiped over him had any idea what he was really like. Somehow, you didn't think so. They probably saw him as dangerous, a walk on the wild side, and while they were right to a certain extent, they probably didn’t see beyond that. Lord knows you didn’t at first. You tended to believe some of the rumors—the ones about how he probably liked it rough, and probably wasn’t big on caring much whether or not the woman he was with came as much as he worried about his own orgasm.

But now you knew how wrong you were and although he didn’t know you once thought those things, you almost felt as if you should apologize for them just the same. You’d misjudged him terribly based on his outward demeanor and a few tattoos.

Tattoos.

You smiled.

He stirred behind you, murmuring, “What time is it?” in a sleep-thickened voice.

“Almost nine.”

“Damn.” He flopped onto his back, bringing up both hands to rub his face. “I don’t remember the last time I slept this late.”

“It’s your day off, though. You don’t sleep in on off days?”

“Not usually, no.” He lowered his hands and turned his head to look over at you. “I hit the gym, I do my errands and get them done and out of the way so I have the rest of the day to do what I want. Although,” he rolled onto his side, propping his head on his fist, “what I want to do will be working from two to ten, so…”

You smiled. “It’s going to fall off, if we keep going at it like this.”

“Nah. It’ll be fine. Trust me.”

As he spoke, Dwalin reached to trace his forefinger along your cheek. It was only the lightest of touches, you barely felt it, and yet, it sent a shiver racing through you. His blue eyes were so soft, it was hard to believe they were every anything else, but you knew differently. Outside of your bedroom or his, those eyes became hard and cold, almost daring anyone or anything to start trouble with him.

Trouble.

Another shiver. You couldn’t stop thinking about that tattoo, trying to imagine a much younger, much cockier, much drunker Dwalin giving into the pressure of a bet. You wondered what he’d been like back then, if those pale eyes had always held that hardness, if he’d always been a barely contained vessel of simmering energy, ready to pop off at any time.

“What’s on yer mind?” His soft words cut through your reverie. “Ye look miles away.”

“I’m not quite awake yet.” You couldn’t tell him the truth. It seemed so silly to you, almost as if you wished for the younger version of the man lying across from you. You didn’t, of course, because based on your own experiences, those men were selfish, both in bed and out, and tended to take women for granted because they knew there would always be another woman in the next room or at the end of the bar, and they didn’t have to work much for the attentions of any other women. Women fell at their feet and were theirs for the taking.

Of course, you’d been his for the taking as well. And as you let your eyes close, as you let yourself savor the gentle sensation of his caress, you tried hard not to think about the future. It was too soon to try to frame your relationship and if you pushed too hard, you’d scare him off.

Living in the moment had never been easy for you. No matter how badly you’d been hurt in the past, you still gave your heart away willingly and for the most part, paid the price for it. And now you were on the verge of doing that same damn thing again.

With that, you sat up abruptly. “I need to get moving before I fall back asleep. Coffee. I need coffee.”

“What’s the matter?”

You rose from the bed and slipped into the gray New York Giants hoodie you kept on your grandmother’s hope chest at the foot of your bed. “Nothing. I just need caffeine. Some horny dude kept me up half the night.”

“Ye were the one asking about my ink, remember. You started it. I just finished it.”

You peered at him over your shoulder. A mistake. He sat back against the headboard, the sheet just draped about his hips, and offered up a smile so inviting, it was all you could to to make yourself leave your bedroom. “Coffee. And a shower. That’s what I need. In that order.”

You made your way to the bathroom to get the shower started. It took forever for the water to get hot enough for your liking, so it was your habit to let it run while the Keurig fired up. You brought Dwalin a cup, saying, “It’s a bit lighter than the coffee at your place, I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s fine.” He took it. “Thank you. So, tell me,” he said before taking a sip, “is there room for two in your shower?”

Your belly did a flip at the glint in his eyes. “There might be. Why?”

“Just curious. I’m a big believer in water conversation, so…” He shrugged.

“Well,” you reached over to pluck the cup from his hand and set it, along with yours, on the bedside table, “why don’t we go see?”

He offered up no resistance as you took his hand and tugged, but rose and followed you to the steam-filled bathroom. The shower curtain rustled as you stepped in, and then again when he angled his big body in behind you.

One arm slid about your waist, his lips, while with his free hand, he swept your hair over your right shoulder, then bent to press his lips into the curve of your neck into your left shoulder. You bit down hard on your bottom lip as the tip of his tongue swept along your wet flesh, your body tingling with desire already.

Hot water cascaded over you as his hand slid up over your belly to cup your left breast, to knead it, to tease your nipple into a tight bead while his other hand slid down into the wet curls between your thighs.

One thick finger slid through your folds, over your clit, to your entrance. He swirled just the tip inside you, then plunged his finger deep as his thumb came upon your clit to roughly drag in a slow circle.

He teased you with those lazy swirls and leisurely thrusts, his voice gravelly in your ear as he whispered, “My beautiful girl… Abnâmul… Mesmel… I want you…”

You couldn’t reply, couldn’t form a coherent thought as he teased you mercilessly, brought you to the edge of madness so quickly. He held you there, suspended over the abyss, fingers sweetly torturing your nipple, your clit. You rocked to meet each stroke, unable to hold back the low moan that reverberated off dark blue tile. You clenched tight about his finger, your eyes closing, your head spinning wildly. You had to touch him, reached up and behind to try to get hold of him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the knots tightened within your core.

His thumb dragged over your clit to shatter you, spun more roughly about it, pressing hard into you as you writhed against him, as you clenched and squeezed about him. The first hints of your orgasm tingled through you, the knots coming undone as he pulsed that finger in and out of you.

You shuddered against him, biting hard on your bottom lip even as you managed to grit, “Oh, don’t stop… please, Dwalin, don’t stop…”

“Ye like this, amrâlimê?”

You nodded wildly, your hips arching and rolling to meet him. “It feels so fucking good…”

You shivered, the knots fraying now. He moved faster, his fingers teasing and taunting you, driving you utterly wild as the threads splintered and the pleasure burned a path from between your legs to the center of your being.

“Dwalin!” Your fingernails sank into his shoulders, your entire body convulsed, and steaming hot pleasure scorched through you as he shoved you over the edge. You pulsed around him, melting and fighting to hold onto him as your orgasm ripped through you, left you breathless and spent, sagging against him as he slid his fingers free and caught you to cradle you against him.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. You could only feel and you almost sobbed from the fiery ecstasy ribboning through you. And as you sank again him, he wrapped his arms about you, kissing the back of your neck as he murmured, “That’s my girl…”

Your head cleared enough for you to turn toward him and push up onto your toes to seize his lips with yours in a fiery kiss. But before he could wrap his arms about you, you broke it, sweeping your lips down through the silver-tipped fur across his chest, down his belly. You sank to your knees and leaned in to run your tongue along the length of his proud, hard cock. You swept along the sleek underside, from root to tip, slid your tongue along the word inked into his flesh, and then took him in your mouth in a long pull that had him moaning your name as his hands plunged into your hair.

You weren’t at all interested in teasing him. You want to shatter him, to make him come undone in the same fiery flash you had. You pulled hard, your lips tight about him, your tongue flicking along just beneath the head. He thrust against you, his voice hoarse as he growled out words in a tongue you did not understand.

He grew rigid, tried to pull away, but you refused release him and when he came, you were ready, accepting what he had to offer as he shuddered and moaned and spilled hard. His fingers twisted hard in your hair, his voice hoarse as he moaned your name, as he breathed, “Oh, afsêl… maralmizi… maralmizi…”

He slowed against you, breathing as if he’d run a marathon at top speed, and when you pulled away to stand, he wrapped his arms about you and his mouth slashed down over yours. You returned his hot, soulful kiss, pulling away to murmur, “I have no idea what you said, but you sound pissed off.”

A breathless laugh shook his already-trembling body. He tightened his hold on you. “Just—just the oppo—opposite… Oh, kakhf… I need to sit down…”

A soft laugh floated to your lips. “Should I apologize?”

“Fuck, no,” he growled, smiling as he lifted his head. “You should promise me you won’t ever stop doing that.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

You slid your arms about his waist. “I can do that.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss into the top of your head.

“What was that you were saying?”

He glanced down. “What?”

“Those words. What did they mean?”

“Oh, they were just gibberish.” He caught your face in his hands. “The equivalent to you thanking God when you come.”

You smiled. “I thank you, though.”

“Be that as it may, it’s the same thing.”

You weren’t so sure you believed him, but you certainly didn’t want to fight about it, so you let the matter drop. And when he reached for the bottle of your shampoo and proceeded to wash your hair for you, it didn't matter.

After your shower, you dressed for work in jeans and the familiar navy blue Dunraven long-sleeved tee shirt while Dwalin finished showering, since he insisted cold water suited him just fine.

You were combing out your hair when someone knocked at the door. It was a little early for a UPS delivery, but FedEX played by their own rules and although you weren’t expecting anything, sometimes you ended up with your neighbor’s parcels by mistake.

However, when you tugged open the door, you found yourself wishing it was only a mistaken delivery.

Your father looked no happier to see you than you were to see him. “You could at least say good morning, you know,” he said without a hint of a smile. “And it wouldn’t kill you to invite me in, either.”

“Dad, I—uh— come in…” You stepped back to give him room to pass by and bit the inside of your cheek as your gaze landed on Dwalin’s jacket, which lay atop yours on the sofa where you’d tossed them just before opening the door. The shower had shut off, but Dwalin had yet to emerge from the bathroom. You could only hope he found a reason to remain in there a little longer.

Your father saw the jacket, and when he turned back to you, his lips had disappeared, becoming a thin white line as he said, “Have you a friend staying over?”

Before you could answer, the bathroom door opened, steam billowed out, and Dwalin stepped into the hallway, a towel wrapped about his waist. He turned, and you knew he saw your father because he visibly tensed. Heat climbed into your cheeks as you turned back to your father who was now downright scowling at you.

“Yeah, Dad. I’ve got a friend staying over.”

“I see.” He stepped around you, adding, “And who might you be?”

“Dad, now’s really not a good time—”

“Of course it is,” he interrupted with a laugh that had absolutely zero humor in it. “I come to see my daughter and find her with a naked man? I’d say it’s the perfect time to be introduced, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh, no. No, I wouldn’t. And he’s not naked.”

“He’s damn near close enough!”

Dwalin cleared his throat and you almost smiled as he curved his fingers over where the end of his towel tucked in to keep it about him. “I’m Dwalin.”

“Dwalin.” Your father pursed his lips and nodded and you wanted to throw something at him when he added, “And you spent the night with my daughter?”

“Dad!” You stepped between them before Dwalin could say anything. Your father would have disapproved regardless, but you knew exactly what went through his mind as he looked at the heavily tattooed man in the towel standing not fifteen feet from him. “It’s really none of your business.”

“I beg to differ,” he told you, staring at you through cold eyes. “This is my apartment and that makes it my business, so if you are trying to rebel by playing about with a Hell’s Angel, that is also my business!”

“A Hell’s Angel? For real? Are you kidding me?” You couldn’t keep the laugh out of your voice. “What makes you think that?”

Your father ignored you, narrowing his eyes at Dwalin. “What do you do for a living, son?”

You opened your mouth, only to have Dwalin hold up a hand as he said, “I’m a mechanic. I work over at Durin’s Garage.”

“A mechanic.” He turned to you and you could see the familiar disappointment in his eyes. “You’re risking getting yourself knocked up by a mechanic? Wonderful.”

You just stared at him for a long moment, torn between wanting to hit him with something and wishing the floor would open up and just swallow you whole. “How dare you?”

“Because I know his sort,” your father growled.

“My sort?” Dwalin stepped closer and you didn't miss how the hand holding his towel was now white-knuckled. “What do ye mean, my sort?”

“I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to my daughter.”

“Yeah, well, ye involved me, so now I’m talking to ye.”

“Dwalin,” you turned to him, “let me handle this, please.”

“There is nothing to handle,” your father broke in, his hand closing about your upper arm. “But, rather it’s time that you grow up a bit, and come back home.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Dad,” you told him, jerking free from his grip. “I don’t need your permission and I definitely don’t need your approval.”

“Oh, really? Well, you do need my apartment and that is why I’m here. As of the thirty-first, I’ve a new tenant moving in, so you’ll need to vacate here.”

“The thirty-first? I get not quite fifteen days’ notice? Really?”

“Perhaps you should’ve taken my calls,” he said, moving back to the door. He tugged it open and added, “And you get ten days, dear. I have to have the place cleaned and repainted before the new tenant moves in.” His cold gaze landed on Dwalin. “And I’ll have to fumigate as well, I think.”

“Ten days, but—” The words died on your lips as he closed the door behind him. “He’s throwing me out at Christmas. What a bastard.”

“He seems lovely,” Dwalin replied.

You looked over at him. “I’m sorry… I—I don’t even know how to begin apologizing for that.”

“Don’t worry about it. My skin’s thicker than it looks and he’s not the first prick to judge me on first sight.”

You sank back against the door and looked around at all the things you had to pack now. Pack and find a new place and move. In ten days. Wonder-fucking-ful.

“Still,” you looked back at him, still in his towel, and shook your head, “I was hoping you’d never have to meet him.”

His eyes narrowed. “You didn't want me to meet your family?”

“No, I didn’t want to subject you to them. Well, him. It’s just him.” You drew in a deep breath. “He and my mother don’t live together and they only deal with one another when they absolutely have to, and it always ends in a battle of some sort. She’s no better than he is and he’s kind of an ass, as you’ve seen.

“Yeah, just a bit.”

“And now I have to move? How am I supposed to do that in ten days?”

He smiled. “Yer welcome to come stay with me.”

You spun around to stare at him. “What?”

“Why not? I like ye. And ye don’t have to stay with me forever. Just until ye find a place.”

“But, we just started seeing each other and—”

“I know,” he caught you around the waist with his free arm and pulled you close. “And I like being with ye. And there won’t be any unexpected visitors at my door any time soon.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “I’m positive, mesmel. I’ll clear some drawer space and part of the closet for ye.” He winked. “Will that be enough room, or do I need to find a bigger apartment?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told ye, I like ye. And to be honest, I like sleeping next to ye, I like waking up next to ye, and I really like sleepin’ with ye, so…”

“I can stay on your couch.”

“I don’t think so.” He slid his other arm around you and leaned over to brush your lips with his. “If you’re mooching off me, I’m getting something out of it.”

“Mooching! I’ll pay rent.”

He kissed you again. “I’ll take it out in trade.”

Another kiss when you tried to reply, and as you wound your arms about his neck, his towel hit the floor with a soft whump, but neither one of you cared all that much.

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