For @searchforanotherway 's Challenge

For @searchforanotherway 's challenge ♥️

Pairing:- Dark! Thor x reader(Florist).

Warning:- Noncon, size kink, lactation kink, breeding kink, obsessive behaviour, stalking, smut. Trigger warnings. 18+ only.

Prompts:- “Oh fuck you feel so good. That’s it, keep crying for me pretty.” “I couldn’t stop staring at you. I knew I had to have you.” “You are mine. You don’t get a choice in the matter.”

Note:- Let's hope you guys like it. Feedback appreciated♥️

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Things weren't the same after the blip. World was changed. People who came back, suddenly had lost everything they had, including their own identity. 

That's what happened with Y/n. She owned a little cafe and was a beautiful cook.

She was just prepping for her famous Sheppard's pie asking her friend to pass salt when Y/n diffused into dust. When she came back after 5 years, her cafe was destroyed. Her ownership was long gone. 

In order to keep herself alive in the world of capitalism she had to work under Mr.Pine at his flower shop. 

Even though Y/n wasn't working there willingly, she put all her efforts and passion in her job as a florist and yearned herself a promotion. Now she was second in command. Given Mr.Pine's age, he was never around so shop was always under her supervision. 

Y/n would sing, talk and take care of plants as her own children. Over the time she had grown fond of the shop and her job profile. 

Just as she thought her life was going on right track, lightening struck and things changed forever.

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Thor was so tired. He had lost a lot of people. His parents, brother and two of his best friends. Even captain decided to retire. 

Thor was tired of being a leader and so he gave his title to Valkyrie, joining hands with "The Guardians of the Galaxy" he tried to explore a new dimension. But sadly that life wasn't meant for him. Besides working with Quill was more difficult than he anticipated so Thor walked away.

Deciding to be just a warrior on call, Thor decided to explore life on Midgard. He always thought these mortal men were pety until his eyes found Y/n.

She was a florist, meek and timid he thought. Watering plants and flowers, smiling innocently as she handed away perfectly wrapped flowers or pots, always flashing a smile at everyone who met her. 

At first Thor was just fascinated to see someone smile so innocently given the blip and everything. Slowly it became a habit to see her from afar and eventually an obsession. 

He visited her shop once or twice just to see her flash that beautiful smile. 

She was so tiny as compared to him. So cute. Something that made his cock twitch in his pants. 

The God who had gained a few pounds over the years suddenly decided to work on himself. Thor didn't drink these days, her beautiful smile became his addiction.

Every night after he went home, Thor would jerk off at the thought of having Y/n under him, whimpering and moaning.

He'd imagine her small hands wrapped around his thick member and that pretty mouth bobbing around him.

Thor was getting impatient day by day. His cravings for Y/n increased.

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Soon enough Thor found his chance. 

On a peaceful morning, Y/n was selling flowers as usual. Thor was just lurking around the shop pretending to find flower of the day. 

The customer was a little bit too friendly for Thor's liking.

That was the last straw.

It was his frustration and that had caused thundering and lightening. Rain started pouring like someone had left the tap open in the heaven.

The man who was previously talking to Y/n hurried away as he left his car open. And even Y/n was taken aback due to sudden out pour.

It was her tiny little scared form that turned on Thor. The thundering grew. The loud noise made Y/n flinch in fear and soon she started crying.

Thor rushed to her side and cradled her into his arms. Holding her close somehow calmed him down and the thundering subsided. 

Y/n calmed down a bit. She realised the proximity of her closeness with Thor who was practically s stranger. 

She tried to pull away but Thor's grip was too firm. 

"Let me take care of you little one" Thor said as he realised her struggle.

"No.. what…" Y/n babbled confused.

Before she could react, Thor picked her up and threw her on his shoulders. 

Y/n's yelling and protests were muffled by the thundering.

Thor took her inside where there was a small room where there was a couch so one could relax.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you. I knew I had to have you.” Thor said as he threw Y/n down on the couch.

"Please no…. Have mercy….." Y/n pathetically begged and cried.

"I won't tell anyone. Please".

“You are mine. You don’t get a choice in the matter.” Thor roared.

Tearing her dress off her body, Thor admired her semi naked body. 

The black bralette and panty were suiting her. Her chest was heaving and her breasts were looking very tempting. 

Tearing the bralette off, Thor attacked her chest with kisses and bites as Y/n continued to cry.

His large calloused hands pinched and kneaded her soft flesh. He sucked on them and teased her nipples. 

"After I'm done filling you with my seed, you'll look more beautiful filled with my babies. Round and plump. These beautiful pebbles will be filled with milk, sweeter than any nectar found in any of the realms." Thor moaned as he continued to play with Y/n's breasts.

Y/n cried harder. In a attempt to free herself, she ended up clawing Thor's arms that held her down. 

Unfazed by it, Thor bit Y/n on one of her breasts as the result of anger.

Crying in pain, Y/n gave up fighting. 

Once Thor was satisfied marking Y/n's breasts with bites and hickeys, he kissed her roughly and one of his hands reached near her mound.

A gasp left Y/n's mouth as Thor toyed with her clothed pussy. 

"You're so we my little one. You want this just as much as I do". 

With that Thor took out his rock hard member and rubbed over Y/n's glistening pussy.

Involuntary a moan escaped from Y/n's throat.

Smirking Thor shoved in making Y/n scream in pain. 

Without letting her adjust to his thick girth, Thor began thrusting in and out of her.

Y/n cried harder trying to close her legs but failing over the strength of the God himself.

“Oh fuck you feel so good. That’s it, keep crying for me pretty.”

"I'm gonna fill you up."

"I'm gonna watch your belly and breasts grow." 

"It won't be just our babies you'll be feeding. That milk of yours would feed me as well." 

Kneading her breasts, Thor increased his pace.

Y/n was now whimpering and moaning with pleasure under him. She began shaking as she was close to her orgasm. 

Thor could feel her clenching around him .

"That's it baby. That's it".

"Cum for me".

With a loud moan Y/n violently shaking under him. 

Thor wasn't far behind and he too came with a grunt. 

Y/n was tired and passed out soon. When she woke up, she was in an apartment which she assumed was Thor's.

She was still naked under the sheets. Before she could process anything, tjro entered the room and sat beside her.

With a broken voice Y/n managed to question him,

"Why me?"

Thor calmly replied,

"Flowers need rain to grow."

"You my flower, you need me. We're meant for eachother".

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Prince of the Court of Night x female reader (nsfw) - Fae Realm Story

So, I’ve been on a bit of a Fae Realm bender over on my Patreon lately, mostly due to starting (finally!) to read the Silmarillion and becoming ever so slightly obsessed with mythical graceful and powerful entities who each have sway over different elements etc… 

I did a longish post over on Patreon on the social and governmental structure of my Fae Realm, from the Seelie/Unseelie rulers, to the 12 courts who govern beneath them, and the different noble houses in turn allied with/governed by them. After that, I was asked by a lovely patron to do an nsfw story for the Prince of the Court of Night with a short, slightly curvy, craftswoman. I answered a couple of asks about him on here which you can read here and here, though you might want to wait til you’ve read the story to read the first one, as it contains spoilers (ish?). I’ll link them again at the end. 

I’ve also done a short piece and quick drawing for the Prince of the Court of Winter, and a couple of aesthetics for the younger prince of the Court of Spring (on Tumblr), the winged Princess of the Court of Air, and the Prince of the Court of Fire (the latter two of which are about to go up on my Patreon for everyone from the Shadows tier ($1) upwards!). January’s ‘creepy’ kelpie story over on patreon is also set in this world, but features one of the more ordinary fae instead of nobility. 

Anyway, after all that waffling, here it is, all 9200+ words of it! I really hope you enjoy it even half as much as I did writing it :). 

Dull, grey light filtered in through the leaded windows behind you as you chiselled and punched the design into the damp leather which sat on a slab of granite on the workbench in front of you. It would make a beautiful cover for one of the older and more battered books in the royal collection that you had to rebind, and with the design that you’d painstakingly invented - one of interwoven leaves and vines, studded with flowers and tiny bees - it would indeed be a book fit for the hands of a king. At least, you hoped it would.

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Taking a break, you rolled your shoulders out and stood, pushing the heavy wooden chair with its squashy, threadbare cushion back and easing out the building tension in your neck and spine. Your mostly sedentary life had meant you were carrying a little more on the hips than most women your age at court, but then again most of the women at court your age were noblewomen, thinking about ensnaring good husbands and making good matches. You, the daughter of a country farrier, who had grown up tooling leather saddles and bridles, were hardly the centre of anyone’s attention. There was a rather attractive scribe who worked on the floor below, but you didn’t run into him all that often. Besides, he had what might have been called a rather ‘fae’ look about him, and everyone knew that even the slightest drop of fae blood in someone meant trouble, if not outright danger.

You shuddered at the thought of the Fae, knuckling the small of your back with a grunt and heading for the door that would take you down a winding, spiral staircase, through the archives, and out into a small courtyard where you could get a breath of fresh air, even if it was admittedly a rather grey, misty day.

As you paced through the familiar warren of labyrinthine stacks, the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly rose, goosebumps prickling along your arms, and you paused, feeling horribly like a trapped rat in a tunnel for absolutely no discernible reason. A glance behind revealed nothing but the empty rows of books.

A shadow moved up ahead, and you glimpsed a figure holding a scroll in one hand and a light that was definitely not a candle flame in the other. The light remained steady, with none of the guttering and flickering of a naked flame, and, aside from that, it was a shimmering green. Magic.

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Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Yay! Bucky’s going crazy and we’re all getting the benefits,eh! This chapter is smutty but also, I hope, tense, so let’s get on the crazy train! Choo choo, thots. Hope you enjoy.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Type: One-Shot

Word Count: 677

Summary:  The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is a classic and it’s really important to you and Sam that Steve watches it. 

Warnings: Chaotic nonsense, one cuss word

A/N: I’ve been drinking and this is the ridiculous result. I fully recognize that this personality does not fit with canon Steve. Humor me, fam!

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Sam was the one to tell you and he wasn’t happy about it either. The offense was pretty serious. Sure, the guy had been on ice for a few decades. And he’s been a little busy protecting the world from HYDRA and aliens.

But Steve Rogers still hadn’t seen the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

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Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Notes: Happy New Year Everyone!! Here’s part two to Half in Half to kick off your new year!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

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summary: “I will always save you no matter what.”

WARNINGS: guns, blood, swearing, but also plot!! pairing: bucky barnes x reader word count: 7.5k

a/n: welcome to part 3!! this chapter was actually such a joy to write. this series started off as a prompt from @the-omni-princess​ :) song that i HIGHLY recommend for vibes is awaken by league of legends. enjoy c:

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