Crucible - Ch 9

Crucible - Ch 9

Pairing: Link x Reader

Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Determined to uncover the Champion’s secret, you meddle in dangers you do not understand.

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You didn’t sleep more than a few hours, and judging by the dark circles under his eyes, the Champion hadn’t slept well either. You gave him a thorough once-over but said nothing; the Zora prince had already launched into a speech about his great city, pointing out the landmarks as he went.

“There is our largest market, the Coral Reef. People come here from all over the region for our rare herbs and fish! And there’s the Seabed Inn, featuring our famous waterbeds. Oh, down there is one of our shrines, but I’m sure Link could tell you more of those than I could! Ah, and above our city is the great statue dedicated to Lord Jabu-Jabu, though there is no statue more beloved than that of Princess Mipha, my sister… who is still sorely missed.”

You tried to give the Zora a sympathetic smile, but you weren’t entirely sure you delivered. It was difficult to pay attention when you kept recalling the Champion slinking away in the night. Whenever you glanced in his direction he seemed just as inattentive of the prince’s words, his brows furrowed as his eyes had a faraway glaze to them. You wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. He’d been acting like that all morning, and after getting used to his focus being on you, it was strange to be suddenly ignored.

You were both forced to pay attention as the prince’s last stop was the throne room itself. King Dorephan was simply too large to be real, and you nearly hid behind the Champion again at the sight of the massive Zora king.

But you didn’t. And between the king’s boisterous voice and his warm words, it was quickly made clear that he was as generous and kind as his son. He welcomed you both to his kingdom and offered any aid you required. All you had to do was inform his son.

They were so trusting. So open and willing to share. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Even the Zora children weren’t frightened of you. After the noon meal, you managed to lose both the Champion and your appointed guard and ended up in an open room with a series of little pools. Within them swam the children, and they eyed you curiously as you sat next to one of the waterfalls.

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Marie Antoinette 2006, dir. Sofia Coppola

In The Shadow

Summary: Geralt and you are captured by the Darkling and about to find out his means of punishment are quite unusual.

Pairing: General Kirigan x Reader | Geralt x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Warning: 18+, Smut, dark themes. Dubious consent but I'll tag this as non-con just to be safe, mind manipulation, cuckolding, sex (p in v), voyeurism, captivity, bodily fluids, breeding. Proceed with caution.

I give no permission for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it.

A/N: Based on an anon request I received! This is the first Ben Barnes story and the first cuckolding story I write. Hoping I did well. Many thanks to @the-soot-sprite for reviewing this for me.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

In the Shadow

Kirigan was darkness itself, a shadow - seeping into the cracks inside your mind, altering your thoughts, your desires; love turned to pain. Hatred turned to lust, and all that you were before him remained nothing but black mist.

No. You did not want this.

At least that’s what you kept chanting inside your heart as the General had you sat, spread open upon his thighs with his hands conquering every inch of your flesh.

“She’s mine now, Witcher. Mine to pummel.”

No! You did not want him.

Then why were you slippery-slick with desperation? The pulsating rhythm between your thighs protesting with the rage of copulation: ‘I shall not be denied!’

Helpless, you tried to focus your blurry sight on the rust that devoured the iron bars, upon the prisoner who held onto them with hands stained of dirt and blood. Growling like an animal in its cage, Geralt rattled the iron, his honey-gold gaze kissed with red at the sight of Kirigan who had his hands trailing beneath your skirts.

“I can smell it…” the Darkling whispered against your neck, prying your legs further open for Geralt to see your glistening sex.

A pitiful cry escaped your lips, somehow, you could smell yourself too and the scent merely grew stronger as Kirigan ground his hardness against your ass.

“Maddening, isn’t it? The notion that I am going to slip myself inside you while your lover is standing right over there without any chance of rescuing you?” He provoked and took a nip of your neck.

“Did you two really think you can cross me without a price? Or perhaps this is what you wanted?”

“If you dare touch her…” Geralt barked, the veins in his forehead and throat bulging. Never have you seen him this full of rage, and Kirigan hasn’t even begun this torture.

Letting out a roar of laughter, the General sent his fingers to gently skim from your knees to your groin, pulling unbidden moans from your throat.

“Would I dare? Just look at her,” Kirigan taunted. “The dew is drizzling down her sweet little cunt, like fruit too ripe just begging to be plucked. I think your little mistress wants to feel me inside… don’t you?” He asked with a snarl and reached a hand behind your back.

“General...” you shivered and shook a face full of tears at Geralt.

The metallic clink of Kirigan’s belt being undone reverberated through the dungeon a dozen times more before something fleshy and hot grazed your inner thigh. There it was again, the ebony mist, pervading your mind, shrouding your thoughts and making them his own. Despite the screams of protest in your heart, your core twitched and fluttered, mesmerised by the thought of having Kirigan fuck you while Geralt was forced to watch.

Your glossy eyes met Geralt’s golden gaze in a silent plea for forgiveness.

You wanted this, your little hole gaping for the other man, clenching as he nudged the heart-shaped tip between your lust-swollen lips to tease you. A part of you dared to tear your eyes from the Witcher and peer upon Kirigan’s shaft; though you caved in for only a moment, enough to entwine your entire body with blazing flames.

He was marvellously large, almost as big as your Geralt. Briefly, you wondered if he would feel the same but your thoughts turned to dust in your skull at the sensation of his cock spearing inside you.

Yelps, growls, and shouts of protest boomed through each tunnel in the dungeon. Whatever false tenderness Kirigan presented before was abandoned as he impaled you wholly on his large shaft, pressing himself so deep that his sack was pressed tightly against your engorged lips.

For a sliver of a moment, he held himself still, making you feel the throbbing rage of his cock deep inside your gut. The pounding in your heart was so strong you heard it booming in your ears, muffling the shouts and barks of the Witcher, who made every attempt to break his cage.

“I will kill you!”

Kirigan chortled again. His long, slender fingers lifted to your neck and captured your jaw. He dug his thumb and index finger into the hollow of your cheeks while slowly beginning to move inside you, ending each thrust with a husky groan. Wet and sultry as you were, your walls strained against his invasion, almost incapable of taking him fully, though he ignored their protest and only sunk deeper.

“She is taking me so well,” Kirigan hummed with delight while you cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your tearful eyes remained focused on Geralt, trying to imagine it was him who ploughed you, but with every moan, Kirigan huffed against your ear, with each pull and shove he made between your lips, your mind fell into a dark delirium and then it was no longer Geralt or Kirigan but both of them inside you at once, each man using your body to their selfish pleasure.

Unwittingly your hips swayed, meeting the General’s ruts, sinking down to take him even deeper.

“Dirty little whore,” Kirigan praised and nipped the thin skin of your neck before increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Are you enjoying yourself as much as your woman is, dear Geralt? Would you mind dipping in later for sloppy seconds?”

Blood mingled with rust trickled down Geralt’s palms, coating the iron bars he held squeezed between his trembling fingers. Despite his waning strength, fire still burned in orbs, though it seemed that Kirigan’s shadow had manipulated him as well and he too had succumbed to lust.

Geralt was hard. Harder than you’ve ever seen before. Sweat layered his coarse face; the look that he gave you assured you the beast within him wanted nothing more than to break through its cage and rip you apart - perhaps join Kirigan in his defilement and claim your mouth... or ass.

As aroused as he was, he refused to relieve himself and only his glare spoke of the atrocities of his mind.

“Forgive me,” you mouthed before you let out a moan, allowing pleasure to sweep away whatever dignity was left to you. You could feel Kirigan swell larger inside you, and your slit instinctively clutched around him, the tidal bliss beginning to bloom like a ring of fire inside your womb.

Sensing your nearing ecstasy, Kirigan sent his hands to grab your thighs and held them spread mid-air while slamming into you with punishing might.

“Your witcher can’t breed you, can he?” he questioned breathlessly, “but I can…”

“No!” Geralt rasped and once again rattled the bars, in a failed attempt to break out.

“I think I will fill that womb full of my seed,” The Darkling groaned.

You cried out, whether, in pleasure or protest, you knew not. Your trembling cunt had already made its decision for you, suckling and milking around Kirigan’s cock with ardent enthusiasm as your pleasure erupted through. It was all he needed for his release. With a shout, he flooded your canal until your womb overflowed with his thick elixir and slow, thick rivulets drizzled down his shaft.

The cacophonous tantrum died all too sudden, leaving nothing but breathless pants and gasps and the trickle of water that echoed somewhere in the depth of the dungeon. Slow and careful, Kirigan released your thighs from his grasp, settling them down on the ground. His chocolate-brown eyes met Geralt with a dark smile glinting amidst them.

“I wonder…” he murmured joyfully, “which was it that aroused you more, my dear Witcher? Her? Myself? Or both?”

Credit: I do not own Shadow and Bone, General Kirigan, The Witcher or Geralt of Rivia

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

O Me! O Life!

Chapter 12

A/N: sorry this is a bit late but,, four more chapters!! i’m gonna do my best to get each one out consecutively but we’ll see. i was finally able to land a job and also have a bit of summer homework that i have to do before coming back in a few weeks :(

pairing(s): neil perry x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

word count: 1302

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Hate Me - Anakin Skywalker

Warnings: SMUT! This is almost pure filth. There is some angst and cursing as well.

A/N: Blame @sarcastic-bubble for the amount of pure filth in this. That is all. (Don’t forget to send in requests!!)

“Canto Bight? That’s the super fancy, rich person planet, correct?” You ask, your chin resting thoughtfully against your hand. “Correct, General. And you’ll be going on this mission with Master Skywalker.” Obi wan explains, to which you let out a strangled groan. “I know of your feelings towards Master Skywalker, but please General, for the Republic, just get along with him.” “Easier said then done, but for the Republic, I will do as I must.” You agree, prompting Obi wan to place a tender hand on your shoulder. He offers you a smile before walking away.

You make your way to the hangar, delighted to find that you were alone. You quietly made your way up into the ship, sighing contently in the silence. You take the silence as an opportunity to meditate, and to hopefully level yourself before spending maker knows how long with the narcissistic, stuck up man that is Anakin Skywalker. Anakin and you had a past, a past that remains in secrecy. You and Anakin had previously been in a romantic relationship, which was kept between you two in order to protect yourselves from the Jedi Council.

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Crucible - Ch 11

Pairing: Link x Reader

Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: The Champion is persistent in all things, even when you don’t want to be found.

AO3

You huddled on top of the glowing circle, legs curled to your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around them. The light bathed you with its faint glow, and it was soothing, even as your limbs shook, and your body trembled.

It was cold, you were wet, but mostly, you were just terrified. The prince and the Champion’s words repeated themselves over in your mind, and the memory of what you’d experienced in the beast was also on an endless cycle.

You could admit that you’d panicked and hadn’t thought this through. If you’d been smart you would have returned to your room, grabbed your bag, and fled from the city. As it was, you were wearing little more than a dressing gown, your feet bare, only cognizant enough to grab your nearby cloak before running from the room.

You tugged the hood further over your face. You didn’t know what to do now. Hope you could make it back to the stable and steal the horse? No, you wouldn’t know how to ride her, and you didn’t want to be responsible for another living being.

Wait for the Champion to leave without you? Perhaps he would be relieved you were gone, and he would no longer have to carry this burden. Yes, that was the most likely scenario. You could sneak back into the city at night, steal what you could since your belongings were a lost cause, and then leave.

There had been a large, beautiful painting in your room of the map of Hyrule. The Champion had been correct that there was so much more to the world than Tarrey Town, and as you’d gazed at the painting, you’d felt a deep desire to see it all. To travel the Gerudo Desert, climb the peaks of the Hebra Mountains, explore the Eldin Canyon, and wander the Great Hyrule Forest.

Perhaps this was your chance. And if you traveled alone, you wouldn’t have to be concerned with who or what you were. You could see the world and avoid the places where the people lived. Getting involved only brought you trouble.

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