#aladdin smut

[greenaway-torres]

Request: Hi ,I saw u write for some Disney villains ,would be okay if I request a smut one-shot with Disney jafar? I prefer the animated version.Thanks for your attention

AN: I made this like a pre-Aladdin Jafar (kinda) but hope you like it!! As a pre-warning, there is a bit of a possession kink going on to kinda play with Jaguar’s narcissistic personality. I tried not to go too far into it since it might be triggering for some people but be warned. Love and kisses

It was late at night. The only sounds were the crickets singing and the last of the markets closing for the night. The dwindling smells of night and spices filled the air. No one noticed a rushing figure covering her head as she head to the falls.

You were making your way to see your Jafar, the silk dupatta he gifted you trailing behind you. You wanted to go to him as soon as you saw the message he left an orchid: Come see me, my night.

The orchid, now in your hair, and many like it had been sent to your room since the last time you two saw each other. With you helping your mother in the market and Jafar being in the palace, the times you see each other are few and far between. But now, you were able to sneak away. And so was he, it seems.

The night was cool and quiet. No one knew of your secret spot for each other near the falls. It was a small patch of grass filled with flowers and their perfumes. A small spring fed into the water from over head, making a small waterfall. The night seemed to be painted on the water as you can clearly see the moon and stars. The twinkling of it tempted you to go in.

You sat there, on top of a blanket, watching the waterfall and the movement of the water while nibbling on one of the treats you made for tonight. You were so hyper focused that you didn’t even realize you weren’t alone until a hand rested on your shoulder.

You raised your hand against your presumed attacker but they caught it before you could do anything. “The night is far too dangerous for a delicate flower like you.”

Immediately you recognized the voice. “I was just waiting for someone.”

The man smiled, stepping into the moonlight so you could see his face. His smirk widened. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long, my night.”

You hugged Jafar, your head barely reaching his chest. He held you against him, having missed you as well. You two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in each other’s embrace.

When he sat down, you shared with him everything you’ve done since you last saw you. You told him about your stand and the new food you’re introducing. You talk about your mom and her usual routine. You fed him the treats you made and smiled as he hummed in approval. And he listened the whole time.

He shared with you the things he had been up to; his usual plans to want to be a greater and better man. You always admired his drive to do better. It took him a long time to get to his position and he always wanted to do better.

By the time you both shared, his head was in your lap. You stroked his head as he looked out at the water. “I missed this,” he sighed.

“I missed you,” you whispered back. You thought he had not heard you until he was rising up and kissed you.

“I’ve missed you more, my night.” He kissed you again, only more heated this time. He wrapped his hands around you and brought you to him, not taking his attention from you. He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

You both began to undress each other, near tearing the clothes off, and discarded them who knows where. The feel of his skin against yours was intoxicating. You had been dreaming of this feeling since the last time you saw him. Damn it, you wanted him so bad.

As if he read your mind, he laid you down on top of the blanket and lifted your leg as he laid between them. He kissed your lips again. He then started to kiss wherever there was skin.

“My night, my orchid, my love, my dearest,” he whispered between kisses. He trailed down to your breasts, slowly taking his time toying with your nipples. He loved how it made you feel. How you near whimpered whenever he kissed or sucked on them.

You were so beautiful to him. The moonlight hitting you from angles that highlighted your beauty. You looked like an angel to him.

He kept moving further down to come face to face with your pussy. Fuck, you were dripping. He used the pad of his thumb to toy with the entrance, collecting your nectar on it and sampling a taste.

“You taste heavenly, my love,” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them spread. “You have to keep looking at me love, or else I’ll stop. Understand?”

You nodded, moaning at the sight. He licked a long stripe before diving in. You tasted so sweet to him. Must have been all those treats you were making. And his eyes. Those gorgeous dark eyes. They watched your movements; how your mouth hung open whenever he sucked on your clit, how you struggled against the hold he had on you. Your eyes started to flutter close but went back to him when he pulled away.

“Fuck,” you moaned out loud. Your voice was slightly more husky with lust. You felt his lips grow into a smile. He gave you one more kiss to your sensitive clit before backing away slightly. He unwrapped one of your thighs to free a hand. He played with your cunt again with the pad of his thumb. Your hand instinctively went to his wrist, trying to slow down the pressure building inside you.

A dark laugh left his lips before he drew his eyes to yours and stopping his movements. “Do I need to restrain you, naughty girl? Let me do my work.”

You let go of him and he slowly entered a finger into you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to get used to the stretch before he started to move faster. Fuck, it felt good. The memory of countless nights spent in this hidden spot made you squeeze around him.

“I love how you take my fingers,” he smirked. “Reminds me that you are mine. Aren’t you, princess?” You whimpered instead, the words leaving you at the moment. As the movement of his finger stopped, you came back to yourself. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes I’m yours.” He nodded, satisfied with his answer before he continued with his movements. He added a second finger as a reward, continuing to pick up the pace. That coil inside you kept wounding up. Your moans and whimpers were more frequent and your breath was heavier.

“J-jafar…”

“I know orchid. You can wait a little longer right? You can do that for me can’t you?” You slowly nodded, your head throwing back as you moaned in pleasure.

“I knew you could. Because you’re such a good girl for me. And all mine. So pretty when I fuck you.” His mouth went back to your clit as he continued to pump his fingers inside you. You couldn’t take it much longer. “Go ahead love. Cum for me.”

Your head threw back as your moans caught in your throat. His fingers continued moving back and forth as you rode out your orgasm. When your body landed back on Earth, you felt like you could breath fully again. Your eyes (not knowing they were even shut) fluttered open to the sight of Jafar licking his fingers. You moaned, getting wet all over again.

“Feeling ok, princess,” he asked, kissing your neck and cheek. You nodded slowly, feeling satisfied. “Good, because I want you ready for round two.”

Your eyes widened. “What,” he laughed. “You thought we were done? Oh no, love…

“We are just getting started.”

[fandom-madness69]

Kento Nanami x Fem Reader Aladdin Type AU

This fic was requested by @princeasimdiya12

Hope you all enjoy

Word count: 1,938

Content: male pov for a while, gagged Kento, Kento in a cock cage, Kento gagged and in a cock cage as he does guard duties, Kento being edged, Kento being submissive, Kento orgasming

You couldn’t help the fact that Nanami was your favorite guard in the whole of the King’s Guard. He was the only one who wasn’t always so stiff and formal with you. Sure he did keep to his duties and his formalities but once he was off duty he became an entirely different man. Last night was the most bold you two had been so far in your secret relationship. You sat up in your large bed and the sheets looked around your waist. You looked over and saw Nanami was still asleep and watching his back rise and fall with each breath was almost enough for you to not wake him up. But he was a guard after all and he had duties he had to attend to.

You gently rubbed his back and leaned over to place soft kisses on his shoulder. You felt his breathing change and his body stir underneath you.

“Good morning my Princess, did you sleep well,” he asked his voice thick with sleep. You sat back up and watched him roll over. His face lit up as he noticed your bare chest and this made you bite your lip. He sat up with a soft groan and you could see the tent his hard cock was making out of your blanket.

“I did sleep very well, it helped that you tired me out so much,” you replied. This made him smile and pull you into his lap.

“That’s very good Princess,” he said as he placed soft kisses all over your face.

“I have a challenge for you today Kento’,” you said and he stopped kissing your face to look at you. His eyebrow were raised and his hands on your hips tightened a little bit.

“What is the challenge Princess Y/N?” he asked. You smirked as you leaned over the side of the bed knowing Kento’s hands on your hips would keep you from falling. You sat back up with your silk panties from last night in your hand.

“I want you to wear these as a gag and a chastity cage,” you explained as the panties dangled off your finger. He swallowed hard and started to blush.

“As you wish Princess,” he said before grabbing the panties from your hand.

“Not right this very second Kento,” you giggled, “you will wear them while you work and try your best not to embarrass yourself in front of everyone. Luckily I won the argument with my father last night and so he’s on a hunting trip for the next three days. It helps that he’s finally taking me seriously as an adult now that I’m twenty-one.” Kento smiled and shook his head before he gently moved you from his lap.

“Need to use the restroom Princess,” he said as he slid off the bed. You watched his naked body walk across your room and disappear into the big bathroom. You slid off the bed and pulled on a robe before digging the chastity cage from the nightstand next to your bed.

Kento huffed out a moan as he grabbed at your hair a bit tighter. You were teasing him into half hardness before you locked his cock in the cage. His thighs trembled a little bit as your expert tongue snaked over the slit on the tip of his cock. He might have been your only partner but you definitely knew how to work your tongue over his length. He whined a bit as your tongue disappeared back into your mouth. Shivers ran down his spine as the cold metal locked around his cock.

“And now for the next part,” you said and pointed to his discarded uniform from last night.

“I don’t get to go get a freshly pressed one from my room Princess?” he asked. He was already walking towards the clothes pile all the while the metal around his cock bounced off his inner thighs ever so slightly. The sensation only made him shiver again.

“Nope, I want it to be obvious but not obvious that you’re up to something,” you said from somewhere behind him. He tried to focus on your words as he dressed but the cold metal around his shaft was making that incredibly hard. Once he was dressed he turned to face you.

“And now for the final piece,” you said holding up the panties again. Kento blushed again before opening his mouth wide. You balled up the panties and stuffed them in his mouth.

The sight of his lips closing around your panties made you start to drool and this only served to make Kento’s cock twitch inside the cage. He groaned softly as the taste and smell from last night filled his mouth and nose.

“Alright then off you go to work,” you teased out and Kento had to adjust himself but it didn’t do much to hide the lump in his pants. This made you giggle.

“Ash ywh whsh pnshnsh,” Kento said around the gag in his mouth. The muffled speech was also making his cock harder. You had no idea what you were doing to him.

A little while later Kento had successfully managed to avoid everyone so far. When the King went on a hunt he usually took two thirds of the King’s Guard with him. The sound of someone else’s footsteps approaching his post on top of this guard tower was making him sweat despite the cool weather. Kento watched as his friend and fellow guardsman Suguru walked out of the enclosed part of the wall and into the sunlight pouring on to the guard tower.

“Good morning there Kento, it’s quite a lovely day isn’t it,” Suguru asked the big blonde man. Kento looked out into the distance which he knew wouldn’t be suspicious to Suguru but was to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Ysh nth msh,” Kento got out. Suguru coughed and this made Kento turn to look at him.

“Got something stuck in your throat today Nanami?” Suguru asked as he raised an eyebrow at Kento. His face was all but screaming that he was catching on.

“Mmph,” was all Kento could get out from embarrassment.

“Listen man I’m not one to shame things here and I’m great at secrets but you need to be careful sleeping with the King’s daughter okay?” Suguru’s face and voice were both laced with genuine concern.

“Shnsh,” Kento said.

“You’re welcome man. And next time the Princess wants to gag you make sure she uses panties that aren’t as yellow as the outfit she’s wearing today,” Suguru called over his shoulder before disappearing into the short hallway back to his own post.

Kento smacked himself in the forehead knowing you were going to ask if anyone caught him. He wasn’t sure if you would punish him or not but either way his cock twitched in the cage at the thought.

A little while later as his shift was coming to an end none other than the King’s Guard’s second in command Satoru came bounding up to Kento in the hallway.

“Hey there man,” the white haired man said as he clapped a hand on Kento’s shoulder. Kento turned around and felt his face heat up again. Saturo’s blue eyes were one of the most fascinating things in this desert wasteland.

“Hhy,” Kento said.

“So I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the market once shift change is over,” Saturo said as he fell into step next to Kento.

“Cnnth,” Kento said hoping keeping his speech as minimal as possible wouldn’t draw attention from his friend.

“Why not? Got some super secret guard duty with the Princess to attend to,” Saturo teased and stuck his tongue out at Kento. If it wasn’t for his promise to you not to remove the gag Kento would have torn the pretty man a new one.

“Mmghy,” Kento said.

“Well maybe she can get whatever’s caught in your throat to come lose,” Saturo teased before he took off back in the direction he had come from.

Kento sighed with relief. Saturo hadn’t caught on. This relief somehow made him completely hard inside the cage. He hurried to your room already knowing his post was filled for the night. Saturo was the only one who had to wait until everyone had changed shifts before he was allowed to do his own things since the Captain was gone.

“So how many people found out,” you asked as soon as Kento entered your bedroom. You stayed lounging across your chaise. Your bright yellow silk pants hung lower on your hips than they had outside the room earlier in the day. Your matching top was also pulled down further into your shoulders than you should have had it but you were in private now and the sight of your cleavage was sure to make Kento tell the truth.

“Onm,” Kento muttered around your panties. You motioned for him to come over to you and he did. You pulled the panties from his mouth and he let out a loud sigh.

“Who?” you asked.

“Suguru, he saw the yellow and noticed it matched your outfit. I’m sorry my Princess he and Satoru also seem to know about our relationship,” he said before kneeling and looking at the floor.

“Well, that could prove to be problematic,” you said as you lifted his chin with one hand.

“I promise Your Majesty they won’t say a word to anyone. I trust them with your life and our secret,” he said sincerely. You simply nodded.

“Well then since the only person to catch you was Suguru I think I’ll keep your punishment brief,” you said. He gulped hard and nodded.

“As you wish Princess,” was all he said.

“Princess,” Kento panted out, “please may I cum?” His desperate whines filled the air of your room as you slowly stroked his cock. He was standing completely naked with his back against the closed shutters to one of your windows. You mulled it over before grinning widely.

“No,” you said as you squeezed tighter and started to stroke faster. Kento fought to keep his hands pressed into the wall above him as you had instructed him to do but it wasn’t easy going.

“Please Princess my cock hurts so badly,” he whined out again. You looked down and saw the head of his cock was almost purple in your hand.

“Then cum right now,” you demanded as you stroked his whole length as fast as you could. Kento refused to disappoint you so he came immediately. His cock twitched and throbbed in your hand as rope after rope of his cum shot out and landed on the carpet a foot away.

You doubled down on the stroking as you pushed him through his orgasm. When his cock started to shrink in your hand and his body was shaking you finally let go.

“Next time you will make sure no one catches you or your punishment will take place in front of an open window instead of a closed one. Understand?” you asked him as he panted heavily.

“Yes Princess,” Kento panted out as he lowered his big arms around you. He pulled your curvy clothed body into his own and growled softly.

“May I please make you scream my name into the night again Princess?” he asked as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes, Kento you may,” you responded. He scooped you up and carried you over to your bed. And he did indeed make you scream his name in pleasure far after the sun had set.

Buy me a coffee?

[thee-horny-thicky]

For my first request, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo and a woman reader in an Aladdin AU with gags and consensual servitude please? The reader is a princess and has a busy day of meetings but her lover Gojo wants to spend time with her during her meetings. She agrees but has him shackled, heavily cloth gagged and wearing a see through loincloth. You can decide on the intimate acts between them. What do you think?

Combining JJK and Aladdin never even crossed my mind prior to this request, but it intrigued me so much that I decided to give it a shot! It turned out to be more plot-heavy than I originally intended, and I did deviate a little from what was requested. I tried to add some historical accuracies based on when and where Aladdin is primarily based.

I decided to make her a Sultana as opposed to a princess, since she'd wield more power that way!

Due to the nature of the plot, I obviously had to take some creative liberties. Being the product of the American education system means that I probably got some key details very wrong, which I apologize for.

Anyway, enjoy!  

Word Count: 5.5k

Your father was fascinated with foreigners. It was why half of his advisors were originally from far-flung nations that were allies of the Sultanate. It was why after your sister ran off with a street rat, he named the foreign girl he’d adopted his heir. And it was the entire reason you met Gojo Satoru, a foreign noble staying at your court.

The two of you quickly hit it off, and it wasn’t long before he was in your bed. Back when you still had the luxury of being a socialite who spent much of her time partying, the two of you didn’t bother hiding your affections for one another.

Now, The Sultan was dying, and as his heir, you could no longer be so blasé with how you were perceived. A poor reputation could mean disaster for a ruler. You would already be under more scrutiny due to being a foreign woman, so you had to be on your best behavior.

It was a change that you were struggling to adjust to, but you were adjusting. Unlike Gojo, who seemed to still think of you as the wanton party girl he’d met all those months ago.

That was the only explanation as to why he was pawing at you in the middle of funeral preparations with your advisors. Your father’s condition was worsening, and it wouldn’t be long before he left this world. You’d allowed Gojo to be present for emotional support, and apparently, the only way he could provide that was with his body.

“Stop it,” you hissed as Gojo’s hand trailed up your leg, covered by large, tulip-shaped trousers, the same shade of blue as your lover’s eyes. The court’s sense of modesty dictated that you cover as much skin as possible, but you expressed your personal style through bright colors and elaborate jewelry. “Now isn’t the time.”

You wished you could flaunt him as you once did, but you had new rules to abide by.

Gojo, who wore the traditional robes of his country, pouted at you. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Behaving would be a big help,” you snapped, forcing a smile on your face when Advisor Gakuganji snapped his head toward you.

He was one of your father’s eldest advisors, entering his service soon after the passing of your grandfather. He’d completely rejected his roots, fully embracing his adopted culture. To an extreme degree, in your option. He was hellbent on preserving traditions his ancestors didn’t help forge, and despite the conservative nature of the Sultanate, he still believed it too liberal. As one would imagine, he had little tolerance for you, disdaining you for being so…loose.

“Is all well, Sultana?” Advisor Yaga questioned with a cocked brow.

Sultana. No longer would you be a mere princess, but the monarch of Agrabah. Resentment flared in you at the fact, as you were never meant to hold the title of Sultana. No, it was supposed to be Jasmine, but she chose love over duty. She’d been the one prepped for the role, not you. As a result, you were unprepared for such a monumental task, even as your advisors were doing everything in their power to remedy that.

“Of course,” you said, straightening up and shoving Gojo’s hand away. “I’m merely trying to consider what my father would most want for his funeral.”

Gakuganji glared at Gojo. “I doubt he’d want his daughter with a foreign rogue.”

The two couldn’t stand one another, their vastly different personalities resulting in endless clashing.

Gojo opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a hand, silencing him. “My father is fully aware of my relationship with Gojo, and frankly, I’m offended you think I’d dishonor him by going behind his back.”

You suspected your father took such a liberal approach with you due to how things turned out with Jasmine. If he’d been a little less strict, perhaps she wouldn’t have run away.

“You dishonor him regardless, going with a man who flaunts his bastard around.”

Fucking hypocrite. He often helped your father select new women for his harem and wouldn’t bat an eye when they’d be seated around The Sultan during private meetings. Yet, the presence of your lover sent him into a tizzy.

At the disrespect of his adopted son, Gojo could no longer hold his tongue. “Megumi isn’t a bastard, old man, and if you call him that again I’l-”

“You’ll do nothing, because you can’t do anything to me,” Gakuganji boasted with a smug smirk, aware of the power he wielded at court.

“But I can, and I will,” you barked, aiming a glare his way. “You’re out of line, provoking a guest of the court by insulting his character and his son, who’s a fine young man. And if you’ve forgotten, I can order your tongue be removed from your mouth for questioning your ruler’s decision.”

“You have yet to be coronated, girl.”

Your mouth twisted into a sneer at the belittling name. “You forget your place, Gakuganji, and overestimate your importance. Just because my father tolerated your foolishness, doesn’t mean I will. And as a royal, I can have your tongue cut out regardless.”

A throat being cleared ended the back and forth, making all heads snap to the source of the sound.

“This is a difficult time for everyone, but we mustn’t lose our heads,” Yaga said before the old man could reply to you, saving you from talking to the wrinkled sack further. “Please, let’s take a moment to cool down.”

“You are correct, Advisor,” you agreed, giving him the privilege of addressing him by his title rather than name. If Gakuganji wanted the same honor, he’d have to advise you, not belittle you. “Today’s session will be adjourned.”

“Bu-” Gakuganji began, snapping his mouth shut when you glared at him.

“Of course, Sultana,” Yaga said, raising from his seat and forcing the other man to do the same.

Within a matter of minutes, the room was cleared out, leaving you and Gojo alone.

“Sorry,” Gojo murmured sheepishly.

You sighed. “Gakuganji would’ve found something to be upset about rather you were here or not.” You rose from your seat, positioned at the head of the table, too worked out to keep still. “He doesn’t want to see me become the monarch. It was bad enough when Jasmine was set to ascend, but at least she was related to The Sultan by blood.”

You ground your teeth together as your eyes began to water. The past several weeks had been so difficult, but as heir, you were expected to take it all in stride.

Gojo rose also, walking to you and placing his large hands on your shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. I know for a fact you’ll make a fine ruler. Your father agreed, or else he wouldn’t have selected you.”

You scoffed at his words, but some of the tension did leave your body. “My father had no other options.”

“Your father is The Sultan. He could’ve selected anyone he pleased, yet he chose you.”

“I believe most would’ve preferred if he did.”

Gojo huffed and flicked your forehead, a gesture you would’ve had to punish him for if others were present. “If that ancient curmudgeon is making you doubt yourself so much, I’ll behead him myself.” He brought a hand to your cheek and gently stroked you. You leaned into his touch, snickering at his words. “I’ll even use my dullest knife, to make sure it hurts.”

“No, you’d need to be as quick as possible,” you said, momentarily considering the idea. A dead Gakuganji would solve a lot of your problems, and you could replace him with whomever you saw fit. “If anyone saw you it could be you who loses his head.”

“No, you’ll protect me.”

Your heart fluttered at his faith in you, and you nodded. “I would, yes.”

He offered you a small smile, then leaned down and brushed his lips over yours. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me serve you.”

You gave a nod of confirmation, and he dropped to his knees, sliding your bottoms down to reveal your pussy. Your hands flew to snow-white strands as he buried his face in between your thighs.  Instantly, he attached himself to your clit, drawing a whine from you when he sucked on your feminine bud.

“You're doing such a good job,” you praised, whimpering when he lightly nibbled on your clit.

He guided a leg over his shoulder for better access, making it easier for him to slurp up your juices, his hands going to your waist. To stabilize yourself, your grip on his hair tightened, your standing leg quickly becoming useless as he continued to lick you.

A loud cry echoed around the chamber when he wiggled his tongue inside of you, thrusting the pink muscle in and out of your heat. The noises that filled the room were obscene, and if anyone were to catch you, you’d be disgraced. But the risk only aroused you further. 

If the two of you were caught, perhaps it’d force your council of advisors to allow you to enter an official relationship with Gojo. You knew it was unlikely, but a girl could dream.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned as the coil in your core began to unravel.

All it took was another gentle bite to come undone, your eyes rolling back into your head as your juices flooded his mouth. Your hands yanked at his soft white locks as your whole body shook, Gojo’s hands tightening to keep you from falling.

When you began to still, Gojo licked a stripe along your core and pressed kisses to your thighs, before helping to make you decent again and raising. Swiping a hand over his glistening mouth, he pecked your lips. He knew you weren’t a fan of tasting your own juices, so he kept it chaste.

“Feel better?” he asked as he pulled you into an embrace.

“For the time being, yes.”

He thumbed at your bottom lip. “When you feel stressed again, don’t hesitate to seek me out. I’m at your service, Sultana.”

The way he purred out your title made heat rush through you.

“Are you pledging your allegiance to me, Gojo Satoru?” you questioned, brushing your nose against his skin.

“You’ve had it from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he swore, sucking in a breath when you nipped at his neck.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Gojo.”

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True to his word, Gojo didn’t hesitate to please you at a moment’s notice. Often, you kept your trysts limited to your personal chambers, knowing you still had a reputation to uphold.

But, as your father’s condition began to steadily improve, you became a little more carefree. Yes, you were still reigning suo jure, but discussions began to arise about your father taking back control. Though you’d still be the heir, for the time being, you’d be demoted back to the title of princess.

Then, the season of pestilence rolled around, and his condition regressed. Against all odds, he managed to survive, but any hope of him retaking his throne was dashed. Thus, the funeral preparations resumed.

Going back to prepping for your father’s death threw you into a constant state of depression and stress, one you could only distract yourself with through pleasure that only Gojo could provide.

Because of that, you gave him permission to take you whenever and however he pleased, if no others were in the immediate vicinity.

That’s why he was trying to remove your clothes minutes before a meeting was supposed to start, silencing your protests with promises of being quick.

“We need to stop,” you panted, a moan escaping when he licked your neck’s pulse point. “They’ll be here any minute.”

You knew that sex before marriage was a sin, and if the two of you were caught sneaking around, you’d be in a world of trouble. Yet, you’d never subscribed to the religion followed by your father’s empire, instead choosing to place your faith in the magic you had tangible evidence of. You wish your advisors felt the same. If they did, you wouldn’t have to stress about hiding your affection for the man before you.

“We have time,” he murmured against your skin.

No, the two of you really didn’t have time. You should’ve pushed him off you, but the way he was massaging you over your clothes felt so good.

Of course, the opening of a door forced your hand, and you pushed him away with strength that you didn’t know you possessed.

Standing in the doorway was a very bewildered-looking Yaga, a blush creeping onto his face as he pieced together what was going on. “Sultana,” he greeted with a bow of the head, avoiding your gaze.

“Advisor,” you muttered, feeling like a child who was caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. You turned to face the culprit, the white-haired menace that got you into this embarrassing situation. His porcelain skin is flushed, but his expression wasn’t one of shame. “Gojo, you’re dismissed. Return to your rooms and I’ll consult you after the meeting.”

Amusement glinted in his sapphire eyes. “You’re giving me time out?”

“Be lucky I’m not having you bound and gagged,” you hissed, irritation surging through you.

Your lover or not, in front of others, your word was supposed to be law. For him to not make fun of an order given wasn’t tolerable.

“I’m not opposed to that,” he said, then sighed. “But I’ll take my leave, Sultana.”

With that, he sauntered out of the room, sparing Yaga a nod.

“Sultana…be lucky that it was I that caught you and not one of the others.”

A fact you were thankful for. Gakuganji would’ve had more fuel for his campaign to strip your throne away.

“I am grateful, Advisor, truly. Gojo and I…”

“Were just caught in the moment. I understand, I was young before, trust me,” he finished for you, shaking his head with a chuckle.

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, the idea of him being youthful amusing. For as long as he’s been at court, his appearance had been that of a man in the middle of his life. 

“I trust you won’t tell the others?”

Your voice sounded nervous, even to your own ears, and you cringed. Strength was necessary as a monarch, and especially as an unmarried woman who hadn’t even been crowned in front of the public.

“I will not, Sultana,” he confirmed, making you breathe a sigh of relief. “But when you ‘consult’ with Gojo, ensure that you talk to him about today. As unfair as it is, you cannot be as brazen as your father was with his lovers.”

And that filled you with ire. Even as Sultana, you weren’t exempt from double standards. No, you were expected to uphold them, expected to be a pillar of the morals you were raised on.

 “I understand, Advisor.”

“And as it’s my job to guide you, I recommend giving Gojo a harsher punishment next time he challenges your orders.”

“I will talk to him. If this happens again, I won’t be so lenient,” you promised, praying Gojo would heed your warning, so you didn’t have to do anything drastic.

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For the first few weeks, Gojo listened to you and cut back on his rampant displays of affection. You had increasingly less time to spare socializing, resulting in you seeing your entourage sparsely. This, unfortunately, included your lover. If you didn’t arrange to have him snuck into your sleeping quarters, you barely saw him outside of the meetings.

As death fought to obtain The Sultan, no longer did your duties end when your assemblies did. Instead, you’d be swept away to oversee your father’s medicinal treatments, something you insisted upon when you discovered the out-of-date methods his previous doctors had been using.

Gojo, surprisingly, took it all in stride. At least, he had been, before the advisors began speaking of marrying you to an allying prince. Even though you rejected such talks, the words had stuck in Gojo’s mind all the same.

“Gojo, you may take your leave,” you ground out as his hand crept a little too far up your thigh, his body leaning a tad too close to yours.

“Bu-”

“Leave,” you practically snarled, not needing him to challenge your authority on top of disobeying an order you’d given him weeks ago.

A grin spread across Gojo’s face, a mischievous glint entering his eyes, one that put you on edge. “Yes, Sultana.”

Without further protest, he stood from his seat. But, instead of walking directly to the door, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, ensuring that it’d be seen and heard by all in the room. Your body froze as an audible gasp echoed throughout the room, and you knew he couldn’t get away with this.

“Guards,” you yelled before Gojo could step away from you. Instantly, The Royal Guards swarmed him, flanking either of his sides and taking hold of his arms. “Have him bound and gagged until I have time to deal with him.”

“Yes, Sultana,” they echoed, before doing as you told.

Gojo looked at you with wide eyes, clearly not having expected such a reaction. You weren’t sure of the rules set in his native court, but in Agrabah, such blasé behavior wasn’t allowed. And going against a royal order was a guaranteed way to get punished. He should count himself lucky that he wasn’t being cut down from where he stood, having the offending body part removed from him.

No, you cared too much for him to do something so drastic, but he still needed to face repercussions.

He tried to speak through his gag, but it was too tight for any legible sentences to be formed. With a withering glare from you, he went silent.

“That’s all your doing to him?” Gakuganji questioned in disgust. “He should be beaten for dishonoring you.”

“An eye for an eye, Gakuganji. He humiliated me; therefore, he’ll get the same treatment.”

“Hmmmthm mmm?” Gojo muttered, his tone sounding outraged despite his words not being understandable.

Still, you knew him well enough to know that he took offense to your sentence.

“Tied up in a meeting where he holds no power, how humiliating,” the old man sneered.

You offered him a sickly-sweet smile. “Would you like to join him? Then you could give me a proper opinion on how shameful the punishment is.”

 You intended to have the guards parade Gojo around the court while in his current state, but you weren’t going to do anything to please that cranky traditionalist.

Gakuganji clenched his jaw but shook his head. “No, Sultana, I would not.”

“Then stop questioning me, because I will not be so lenient with you if you don’t heed this warning.” You turned to face the burly men standing over Gojo, deciding their presence was no longer needed. “Guards, see to it that Gojo is brought back to his room, then return to your stations. Do not untie him.”

“Yes Sultana,” they echoed before quickly dragging a mumbling Gojo out of the room.

“You, come here,” you called to one of the guards lagging behind, an idea popping into your head.

If Gojo liked the idea of being bound and gagged so much, why not take it up a notch?

“Yes, Sultana?” he questioned, his shaky voice giving away his nerves.

He was younger and scrawnier than most of the other guards, leading you to believe he hadn’t been in the Royal Guard for very long.

You beckoned him to step closer, and with a tense posture, he did so. “See to it that Gojo is wearing nothing but a loincloth by the time my meeting ends. Do it, and I’ll reward you handsomely. Speak of this to anyone, and I’ll have you executed for slandering your monarch. Understood?”

He gulped and quickly nodded. “Yes, Sultana. I’ll see to it that Sir Gojo is in your desired state.”

“Excellent! You’re dismissed now,” you said with a wave of your hand, rolling your eyes when he nearly tripped over himself to get away.

Regardless of what he did, you wouldn’t have him executed. But if he disobeyed your orders, you would see to it that he’d never guard an important person ever again. However, it was nice to know how easily you could inspire fear, as that was a necessary component of being a ruler. Especially being the Sultana. As a woman, you needed to appear more ruthless than the men around you, because otherwise, they’d undermine your authority.

Once the last of The Royal Guards had cleared out, you faced your advisors again, allowing your forced smile to remain in place. “Now, where were we?”

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“What the hell were you thinking?” you snarled as you stormed into Gojo’s room. As requested, he lay in the middle of the mattress, clad in only a see-through loincloth. The sheer material did make you raise a brow, but you weren’t complaining. Storming to him, you yank his gag down, cringing when you felt that it was dampened by his spit. “Speak!”

“You know, as fun as this is, I think it may be a little of an overreaction,” Gojo quipped.

Based on his half-hard cock and dilating pupils, you knew he was enjoying this, because he was just twisted like that.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, I asked what you were thinking when you embarrassed me! You were so out of line!”

You were fuming, unable to even admire your lover’s lean body, perfectly toned from the years he spent training in various forms of fighting. You knew from his boasting that he was above reproach in his homeland, but here, that wasn’t the case. He’d made the decision to travel to Agrabah, so he had to follow the rules set.

“I was thinking how nice it would be to kiss you on the cheek, and how I couldn’t wait to conjoin with you later,” he purred out, his length now fully erect. “You know, seeing you be commanding really does something to me.”

“And I enjoy you being obedient, but it’s nearly impossible to obtain from you. Gakuganji is already calling for your blood to be spilled, and if you continue to act out, I’d be forced to listen to him.”

“Over a kiss?”

“Women of my status are supposed to be chaste. It’s bad enough that I have you by my side without us being married, but public displays of affection are asking for trouble.”

It was funny, really. You wielded a level of power many men dreamed of, yet you’d never felt so restricted. Every day, you understood more and more why Jasmine chose to run.

“You’re sovereign,” he said as if you weren’t aware of your title. “You should be able to do whatever you please.”

“I should but I can’t. If talks of my marrying are what set you off, you should know I don’t plan to do so soon.”

Truth be told, you couldn’t envision yourself with anyone but him, and he was a safe option. He was a foreigner from a faraway land, meaning he’d have little claim to your throne. Yet, your choice would need to be approved by your council, and the way he conducted himself would make the mere suggestion bring about a sea of issues.

Mainly, because of Gakuganji and his supporters. The man was supposed to advise you, but he’d done nothing but make your life difficult.

“But you do plan to eventually marry?” he asked bitterly.

“I plan to do what’s best for the Sultanate, and if that’s marrying, then I will.”

You knew your answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but you weren’t a liar. And, chances are, you’d remain unwed like the many female monarchs that came before you, as adding a powerful man to the equation would only make your claim to the throne shakier.

“Do not give me that look,” you snapped, hating the jealous pain in his big blue eyes. “I’ve never deceived you before, and I won’t start now.”

He huffed out a breath, then nodded. “Understood. Now, can you please tell me why I’m in a loincloth?”

You knew this wouldn’t be the end of this discussion, but for now, you were thankful for the subject change.

“I do recall saying you’d like to be gagged and bound,” you said innocently, the corners of your lips quirking up. “Have changed your mind?”

Based on his hard cock, you knew that still rang true. As you waited for him to confirm what you already knew, you began to disrobe. Typically, your maids assisted you in the task, but the clothing you wore was simple to remove.

His eyes trailed up your nude form, and he swallowed coarsely, before shaking his head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Good,” you said, putting the gag back in place. “Because I intend to keep you like this all night long.”

You reached under his loincloth and grazed the slit of his cock, gathering the precum oozing from it and spreading it around the base. He moaned at the contact and bucked his hips upward. You slowly stroked his cock, grabbing his balls with your other hand. A copious amount of pre leaked from the tip, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. But you couldn’t have that. It was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, as his core began to tremble and his hips bucked more furiously, you stopped, causing him to whine.

You knew it wasn’t the smartest decision to use a sex-based punishment for such a carnal person, but you didn’t want to do anything to seriously harm him.

You tsked. “It isn’t going to be that easy tonight, my love.”

Another whine emerged from him, but you ignored it as you began to stroke his cock again. The tip began to turn an angry pink color, and you knew he needed to cum to relieve his growing discomfort.  Still, you weren’t going to let him.

You continue to edge him to the point of tears, at which point you decide to up the ante and wrap your lips around his cockhead. He whimpered as you licked the slit, tears streaming down his pretty face.

“There, there,” you whispered in faux sympathy, though you were delighted in how pathetic he looked. “You’ll get to cum soon.”

With that, you retook the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before you swallow his entire shaft. You fought your gag reflex as his length filled your throat, his loud cries incentivizing you. You deepthroat him for as long as you could, but the need for air and his violent shaking forced you to come up. You pull back until just the tip of his dick is in your mouth, giving it a gentle suck before removing it completely.

He lets out a noise of frustration at another stolen orgasm, glaring at you with glistening eyes.

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock and dragging it along your slit. “I’m going to take care of you.”

You sink down on his length, and a gasp left you when he bucked his hips and bottomed out in one hard thrust. All your teasing had worked you up, too, and your cunt clenched at finally being filled. He filled you up so well, as if your walls were made for him, and never failed to hit every spot that had you seeing stars.

You moved along his shaft in a back-and-forth motion, planting your hands on his chest to balance you. His cum-filled balls rested against your ass, the sound of skin-hitting skin filling his lavish chambers. Thank God the walls of the palace were thick.

Gojo’s head lolled against his pile of ornate pillows, drool escaping his mouth even with the gag, eyes closed in absolute bliss. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but you continued to move your hips in a set rhythm, deciding he’d suffered enough.

Besides, what better place to finish that inside of you? It’d feel heavenly, you’d wager, and if his seed took, the council would have no choice but to approve the match. A child out of wedlock would be far more disgraceful than taking an unruly foreigner as a husband.

“Cum inside me, my love,” you moaned.

Your words must’ve been too erotic for Gojo, because a second later, he came with a muffled scream. Hot ropes of cum shoot into you and painted your walls white, the very amount that entered you almost guaranteeing you’d fall pregnant. Never had he finished inside of you, always pulling out at the last minute. You cussed him for robbing you of such pleasure, as the feeling of his warm seed was divine.

Seconds later, your orgasm washed over you, and you loudly whined as your movements grew sloppy. You didn’t stop moving, though, wanting to fuck his cum deeper into you. Only when the aftershocks of your orgasm died down did you still, and only when Gojo’s dick started to deflate to you get from him. What wasn’t gobbled up by your pussy started to leak from you, trailing down your thighs.

You needed to clean yourself off before it cooled, but first, you needed to unbind Gojo. You knew he hid several weapons around the room, so you reached under his pillow and pulled out his tanto, using it to slice away at the rope. Then, you pulled the gag down, deciding to let him undo the knot.

He allowed it to stay settled around his neck, instead pulling you down on top of him. The action took you aback, making your hold on the knife slip.

“Am I forgiven, Sultana?”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck, your nipples rubbing against his chest. “I believe so, yes.”

You two silently basked in each other’s company for several minutes, Gojo’s hands stoking your side.

"You let me come inside," he stated, breaking the quietness.

“I did, yes.”

“What if you get pregnant?”

“Then we wed,” you said without a second thought, making him still.

You knew it wouldn’t be as easy as you were making it out to sound, but you’d work out the kinks of your plan another time.

 “What about the council? The old one would surely be opposed to this.”

You looked up at him, noting the shock, joy, and concern swarming in his eyes. “It’s either allowing me to marry the man I care for or allowing their Sultana to have a child out of wedlock. I’d bet every penny of my fortune they’d prefer the former.” You began to trace patterns on his chest, relaxing him. “As for Gakuganji, you did say you’d take care of him at my request…”

He grinned down at you, delight shining in his eyes. “Is this you sanctioning his execution?”

“His assassination,” you corrected. “Execution implies that it’d be a public affair when I plan to have it be discreet.”

“Why the change of heart, if I may ask?”

“If I do fall pregnant,” you began, certain that you would. If it didn’t happen this time, you’d just have to try again until your monthly bleeding ceased. “I wouldn’t want any threats to my family present. Gakuganji is the biggest one.” 

“Give him a week, and I’m sure he’ll die naturally. The man’s too old to be here much longer,” he joked, making you laugh.

You desperately wished that’d be the case, as you wanted him dispatched before your coronation, whenever that’d be. Your father’s condition wasn’t improving, and you needed to have everything in place by the time you were publicly named Sultana.

“That’s a lovely thought, but death likes to grant long lives to cruel individuals. But if you’d prefer to take that chance…”

“No, I’ll happily end his miserable life.”  

“Excellent. He enjoys nightly strolls around the palace if that helps.”

“It does, my devious Sultana.”

“You rolled your eyes. “I’m eliminating threats, and you have two and a half weeks to get rid of this one.”

You wanted it done by the time you were due to bleed again. They came regularly, so if you missed it, you’d know if you were with a child.

He planted a kiss on the top of your head, huffing out a laugh and holding you a little tighter. “Yes, Sultana.”

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A/N: I know this has some differences from what was requested, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless!

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If you’re the person that requested the Jafar nsfw, it didn’t let me keep editing it so I had to completely start over🥲 I’m so sorry

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A Whole New World Mission

All Might x Reader

This was requested. I really hope you liked this! Thank you so much for the request!

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Synopsis- The mission had been complete. The evil royal vizier, All For One had been captured, completely stripped from his powers, ever rotting in the Cave of Wonders. However, this has left newfound prince Toshinori Yagi and princess y/n to create new missions and adventures of their own. But this mission had to have been the greatest of them all.

Warnings- Smut. If you do not feel comfortable with reading sexual material, please click off this chapter now.

Pronouns- she/her the reader is female

Content- 18+ MDNI, Oral male receiving, bondage, gags, public humiliation, orgasm denial

Word Count- 3,193

Note- This is an AU, (alternate universe) which takes place in the movie Aladdin. I do not own the movie or its characters, and I don't own the MHA characters either. I do however, own the plot of this story. Also, in this story, you are Gran Torino's daughter.

In the city of Argabah, the city of mystery, of enchantment, there once lied a great evil. An evil so grave it turned the city upside down.

But, no one had to fear any longer as the city of Argabah had been saved from the wrath of the evil royal vizier, All For One. All For One had manipulated anyone who came across his path, using his snake staff to hypnotize his victims. But justice was served to him on a golden platter, leaving him to rot in the Cave of Wonders, stuck inside a genie lamp for all eternity.

A lone boy, a diamond in the rough, a street rat, with only his monkey Abu to show, had rescued both the Sultan and the princess.

The peace and order of Argabah had been restored.

In the end, the rightful Sultan, Sorahiko Torino, regained his rightful place on the throne.

This leaving Toshinori Yagi, the new prince of Argabah and the princess, y/n, to discover the world.

They adventured off, traveling to new cities, seeing all the sights of the magnificent new world. They would lay awake for countless nights as they gazed upon the stars that lit up the dark sky, sharing a few chaste, yet passionate kisses as the newfound duo enjoyed to bask in the breathtaking reality of it all.

Each new adventure gave them a new mission to accomplish.

However, none of the missions given could have compared to the first, but each one gave them new opportunities to explore, new paths to choose, each one leading in a different direction.

The mission of a lifetime had already been complete, all except one.

There was a new mission that y/n desired to accomplish, one that would leave Toshinori distraught and frenzied...

     The sun was ablaze, resting high in the sky, warming up the day as the commonfolk of the city wandered about, trading their precious goods and foods. The city of Argabah was bustling at all times of day, never a dull moment. Herds of sheep, horses, and other livestock wandered about, their owners anxiously awaiting the grand profit to come.

The city was alive, readying to celebrate the engagement of young y/n and the Sultan to be, prince Toshinori.

The city was not only bustling with excitement and chaos, but the castle was as well. Food of different varieties had to be prepared. Clothing tailored specifically to the royal members had to be sewn. Decorations had to be finalized and hung.

There was just so much more to do with such little time, and y/n needed a break from it all.

Traveling from city to city on a flying carpet can make one very tired. Being back home at the castle was just what she needed. She needed to rest her tired bones, possibly soak in a hot bubble path. Petting her tiger, Rajah, was one way miss Torino liked to de-stress.

But alas, being the sultana to be, she could never escape her royal obligations.

She knew during the peak of day, at noon, the handmaiden, Nemuri would come to her room to fetch her. The perfect top and harem pants had to be sewn by the seamstress Uwabami, and time was of the essence.

Y/n's father, and the new royal vizier would surely come to pay her a visit at some point as well.

Oh, it was all too easy. This glorious busy day, filled with tasks that needed her urgent attention, made it all too easy.

Her new mission would have to be accomplished today, as there is no better day. The interruptions from the young girl's father and the others would serve a great purpose...

Y/n leaned on the grand staircase that spiraled down to the first floor as she desperately waited for her lover's arrival. It would be noon soon, in exactly thirty minutes and time waits for no one.

Her plan must be put in motion before the clock strikes 12. But she didn't have to wait any longer.

There, at the bottom of the staircase, stood Toshinori, looking quite dapper in his purple waistcoat, harem pants, red fez cap, and his clean-shaven face. Not a hair of stubble in sight.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she descended the stairwell, as her lover's arms awaited her.

Toshinori was hit with an overwhelming feeling of joy and happiness as he watched his partner fly into his waiting arms. Abu that sat upon his shoulder, was also overjoyed for the young prince.

The wide smiles all-around said enough.

Y/n couldn't stay in his arms long, despite her heart's yearning. She had a plan which was resting on a thin timeline. She needed to strike when the iron was hot.

Breaking the embrace, she lightly grabbed Toshinori's hand and began to pull him up the gigantic, spiraling staircase. A look of excitement and uncertainty crossed Toshinori's god-like features.

He felt compelled to follow the princess, even without a proper warning of what was to come.

Halfway to princess Y/n's room, Toshinori decided to speak up, addressing his feelings of bewilderment.

"Young y/n, what have you planned today?"

Y/n did not answer as she continued the walk down the hall to her room. It was too soon, she could not spoil the fun.

Only when she had reached her room, then, and only then, did she voice her plans to the young man and her traveling companion Abu.

Y/n halted and spun on her heel to face Toshinori. Her angelic movements thrilled the young prince. Y/n entangled her fingers into Toshinori's blonde locks and pulled him down to her height, so she could whisper into his ear. Her voice was soft and enchanting as the ethereal words she spoke aroused Toshinori, a small bulge beginning to form in his pants.

"I have set up a pleasurable time for us..." Y/n paused, savoring the moment.

"To be more clear, I have arranged a bondage night." Y/n pulled back and released Toshinori's hair. His features were frozen, shock and excitement filled his entire being. Strong electrical pulses surged throughout his body, igniting his inner flame.

Mixed emotions circled around the hallway; the tension was so thick it could not be severed.

Y/n was feeling powerful and in desperate need of pleasure. Pleasure so powerful it could block out all that surrounds it. She wants to bask in the eternal feeling for as long as she could. She yearns for a distraction. A distraction that only her lover could provide.

However, pleasure was not the only thing on the young girl's agenda...

Toshinori was feeling rather needy. The tightening of his pants did not go unnoticed. But, with this feeling of need and desperation, came the feeling of uncertainty.

The princess was quite busy today, was she not?

How unsettling it would be for someone to catch him and young y/n in such an intimate situation. He had questions and quite a handful of them, but y/n was not willing to answer. Afterall, that was part of her mission...

Abu was repulsed by the entirety of this situation, and he did not wish to stick around to the end. However, not one person, neither y/n or Toshinori, noticed Abu's look of dismay as he leapt off Toshinori's shoulder and made his leave. Abu scurried down the hall, escaping from the two lovers.

Without a second thought, y/n ushered Toshinori into her bedroom. She had closed the door behind her, purposely forgetting to lock it.

Despite Toshinori's overwhelming height advantage over y/n, she was easily able to restrain him.

Y/n's slow, seductive movements made the prince unable to think on his own. His body and mind no longer in sync.

This is a dangerous game to play Toshinori thought. The possibility of being caught shook him to the bones. However, Y/n did not agree.

Princess Y/n found the idea of being caught in such a private situation quite rousing. The thought made her pussy tremble and contract. In fact, she had found it so thrilling that she had orchestrated the whole thing!

When the sun was at its highest point in the sky, at exactly noon, her father, followed by Endeavor, and Nemuri, would come knocking on her door.

Oh, how y/n could not wait to see how this wonderous scene would play out.

Toshinori would have to remain silent, even through the immense pleasure he was going to feel. If not, he would run the risk of being caught in the nude.

Oh, how incredibly intriguing was that!

"Young Torino, do you not have royal obligations that need you-" Toshinori's protests were cut off mid sentence. Y/n had captured his lips in an intense, needy kiss. Their lips molded together as their tongues danced. Toshinori's body weakened and relaxed. He was in a state of pure bliss. Kissing y/n like this had made his prior concerns seem so insignificant now. Y/n moaned into the kiss as she began to take off Toshinori's purple waistcoat. Toshinori pulled back as he gazed into y/n's ravenous eyes. His face was flushed from embarrassment and need. Through hooded eyes, y/n placed a finger gently to his lips, ushering him to be silent. Toshinori nodded slowly, complying with her every demand. Removing her finger, y/n mouthed the word "undress", as she walked away, heading to the sofa that sat in the left corner of the room by the terrace.

The terrace that was just barely conceded. Only a thin piece of fabric hung down, allowing any passersby to hear Toshinori's desperate cries.

Only, they would never hear his cries, y/n had made preparations.

Bending down, she picked up the plentiful amount of silk ropes, enough to keep her strong prince in place, and a piece of thick cloth that was going to serve as a gag.

With items in hand, y/n walked to the right side of the room and stood in front of the bed.

Her bed that was only concealed by light fabric that acted as a canopy.

If someone was to stare long enough, they could most definitely see what was behind the fabric.

This worked perfectly.

Dropping the items onto the soft, silk sheets, y/n beckoned for her lover to come; he understood and trekked over to the waiting princess.

A now nude Toshinori stood present, his eyes never meeting Y/n's. Y/n's eyes glossed over his muscular body, stopping near his nether regions. Her eyes were plastered to his groin, taking in the beauty in front of her. Y/n could never recuperate from the sight of his girthy cock. His dick was thick, any woman would be left satisfied and begging for more. He was of normal size, but the way Toshinori used his physical-fit body to his advantage made Y/n grovel.

But not tonight. She would not allow herself to succumb to Toshinori.

Sparing not a second longer, the young girl pushed Toshinori onto the bed.

Being much stronger, Toshinori could have forbidden this, but he had little to no desire to do so anymore. The thought of being caught like a deer in the headlights was not as arousing to him as it was for y/n, but it still intrigued him enough to let this affair run its course.

Toshinori toppled onto the sheets as his lover picked up the restraints and began to bind his limbs.

She started with his hands, restraining them to the bed posts. She double knotted all of the knots she made, ensuring Toshinori would not be able to escape his binds.

Lots of extra rope was needed to keep him in place due to his immense size and strength.

Then, y/n moved into his feet, wrapping the rope gently around his ankles before pulling it tight. Toshinori tensed at the feeling before relaxing again.

His curiosity was overwhelming now, his pants were so tight, the fabric straining. His cock ached to be touched.

He ached to feel Y/n's warm mouth around his throbbing shaft as she gave kitten licks to his swollen tip.

Would y/n give into his desires?

Y/n carefully wrapped the rope connected to Toshinori's ankles around the posts at the bottom of the bed. All of Toshinori's limbs were spread, giving the princess full asceses to his divine body. Y/n licked her lips, an insatiable hunger growing inside her, and grabbed the thick cloth that remained on the bed. The young girl made her way to the side of the bed, bringing the cloth up to Toshinori's mouth.

"Be still" was all the girl said before stuffing Toshinori's mouth full. The bed began to rock as the prince flailed his limbs around recklessly. Y/n pulled the gag hard, ordering her prince to be silent.

"We wouldn't want people to hear you now, would we?" Y/n asked in a shushed tone. A tone so enchanting it lulled Toshinori to comply with her demand.

Y/n finished with the gag, tying it tightly, as Toshinori's body relaxed again.

"Speak" Y/n adjured.

Toshinori began to move his mouth, the gag posing quite an obstacle. The gag was thick, but not thick enough where Toshinori was not able to meet his lips with a bit of strenuous effort.

No words came out when he was ordered to speak, only muffled sounds that Y/n decided to ignore.

"Good" she cooed.

The real fun was about to begin with fifteen minutes to spare. Just the right amount of time to get Toshinori riled up and begging for more.

Slowly, y/n began to mount the bound prince, carefully settling herself on top of his groin. Y/n could feel his cock pressing against her clothed pussy. She moved back and forth slightly as she listened to her lover's exquisite moans and grunts.

Then she leaned forward, as she began massaging Toshinori's broad chest. Then she began to trail kisses down his stomach. She started at his pecks, slowly making her way down.

Toshinori balled his fists, his knuckles beginning to lose their color from the lack of blood circulation.

"Ghapt agh ouh ghing?"

Y/n lifted her head slightly as her lust-filled eyes met Toshinori's.

"I am worshipping your body..." Y/n paused before scooting her body and whispering into Toshinori's ear. The sensation of her lips hovering above his ear made his body crawl.

"Before I ravage you... Before I make your body tremble as you cum."

Toshinori's body was lit ablaze by a burning passion. A passion so big every concern, every distraction was completely drowned out.

The surrounding world no longer existed.

Y/n was his world. All of his attention was on her.

On her body as she crawled off him.

On her full, plump lips that swallowed his cock with such ease.

On her cleavage as she walked away seductively.

On her luscious body and how well her tight-fitting shirt highlighted each curve.

On her plump, rounds breasts as she pulled her top up, exposing her perfect cleavage.

On her plump thighs as she straddled his legs.

On her captivating e/c eyes as she looked at him one last time before slowly taking his cock.

Y/n grabbed the base of his sizeable cock and began to stoke it. Her pace was slow, painfully slow. Toshinori was an impatient lad and had no issue voicing his thoughts. Rather, he tried to voice them.

"Fpleap Ount tphes."

"I am not teasing" Y/n proclaimed as she took Toshinori's cock into her mouth. Y/n kept a steady pace on the base of his shaft as she swallowed the rest. She hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations from her throat engulfed Toshinori in pure bliss.

"Mmmnpmhh."

Y/n's lips curled around Toshinori's cock. The moment was perfect for her, just as she planned.

Tik Tok...

The princess removed her mouth from Toshinori's cock, leaving him unfilled and completely at her mercy.

Tik Tok...

Toshinori began to mumble uncontrollably. The lack of warmth that Y/n's mouth provided was driving him mad.

Tik Tok...

"I can't understand your mumbling" Y/n said as she took her lovers cock one final time.

Tik Tok...

Her pace was no longer slow. She stroked the base of his cock with extreme urgency, and she bobbed her head up and down his shaft with no mercy. Toshinori was close to ecstasy as the moans that he emitted circled around the room, filling the deafening silence.

Tik Tok...

Toshinori felt a coiling tension in his abdomen. Blood rushed to his cheeks, his skin red and warm to the touch. Goosebumps littering his skin as he balled his fists tightly.

Tik Tok...

He was on the verge of a powerful orgasm as his vison became blurry, white stars blinding his sight.

Tik... Tok...

Toshinori's breath was ragged as his vision suddenly became clear again, the stars fading away into oblivion. The feeling of ecstasy was suddenly ripped from his grasp as his body no longer burned. The euphoric sensation was just beyond his fingers, just a hair too far to reach.

Toshinori's eyes landed on Y/n. She was no longer on top of him and her top was no longer pulled up. She was up on her feet as she began closing the fabric that hung from around her bed.

Y/n looked back at Toshinori's pleading eyes as she gently placed a finger to her lips, once again ushering him to be silent.

Toshinori began to speak loudly, but all that came out was inaudible muffled sounds.

Then came the faint voices. Toshinori was silenced immediately, the feeling of uncertainty came rushing back to him.

Just beyond the fabric that hung loosely around her bed, stood the princesses father, Sorahiko, the new royal vizier, Endeavor, and miss Torino's handmaiden, Nemuri.

All three of the palace members began to bombard Y/n with questions, questions regarding her upcoming engagement.

However, poor Toshinori had realized something was not quite right with the princess's behavior.

She wasn't ashamed nor bashful, not even a hint of blush shown on her plump cheeks.

She was unbothered, her tranquil gaze never meeting Toshinori's.

She kept a level head when speaking to her guests, almost as though she expected them.

The princess was always quite skillful, never truly breaking character, but in this situation, it would be quite a difficult task to remain placid.

Toshinori also observed strange behavior from Sorahiko. The Sultan of Argabah was quite perceptive, despite his age. So, it did not take young Y/n's father long to spot the distressed Toshinori lying behind the fabric.

Sorahiko could not make out details, but that did not make this situation any less embarrassing.

Mixed emotions ran through the Sultan's blood.

Rage.

Discomfort.

Most importantly, disgust.

The Sultan did not fancy seeing his daughter’s lover in the nude.

However, the princess's father was a humble man, and his decision not to allude the others to Toshinori's presence made the prince feel upmost respect.

So, as Toshinori sat as quiet as a mouse as to not draw any more attention to himself, Y/n could not help but smile. A small dishonest smile that had gone undetected by everyone in the room.

Her plan had worked, her new mission was complete.

Her mission to leave Toshinori sexually frustrated and embarrassed...

[rosebud2]

Hi! I'm RoseBud44 on AO3 and I write Owl House fanfics! (Mostly hunter but anything else works as well.) I can also write Amphibia, SpyxFamily, TBHK, Hamilton, and other fandoms as well! (I have more fandoms listed in the tags.) I don't have a lot of inspiration so if you are reading this can you comment/reply with a fic idea? If I do it or m planning on doing it, I will reply to your comment! Just please no Smut or R*pe. I feel uncomfortable writing things like that. Comment any questions!

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Alpha Stud; Crossover Tyrant

Would Sindel finally give Aladdin that strip show when she sees her two daughters all over him?

The sight of seeing her daughter being treated with dark, ruthless lust and domination. Seeing her daughters loving the rough sexual abuse…was enough to give in and bring in her strip show.

[vanilla-lavender17]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring All Might and a male reader in an Aladdin AU with gags and servitude please? In the fic Toshinori is a street rat who gets caught by a powerful lord. But rather then turning him in, the lord offers to keep him fed and safe in exchange for his services. So Toshi would have his hands and barefeet shackled and his mouth cloth gagged. You can decide on the chores he'd do along with any intimate acts. What do you think?

Love this idea! I worked hard and procrastinated this so much. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Male reader(He/him used), Reader is a top, Mild dub-con (blink and you miss it), bondage, power dynamics. (Lmk if I missed some)

Ao3 tags: Alternate universe-fantasy, Alternate universe, Inspired by Aladdin, Alternate universe-Aladdin(Disney movies) Fusion, Gay male character, Male slash, Male protag, Anal sex, Anal, Mild dubious content, No lube, spit as lube, come as lube, Power dynamics, Power play, Bottom Yagi Toshinori | All might, porn with plot, some plot, alternate universe-porn, I wrote this instead of sleeping

Thieves and Locks

Miserable. Just miserable. The day was Miserable. It was hot, a blazing sun hidden amidst the busy streets. The markets were full, children running around as their parents hushed them, business men and merchants charming and manipulating their way through sales, buskers singing and swaying to the music of their drums.

For and average person, this would seem typical, but for a street rat, it was miserable. No shelter from the sun, no food, and the worst of it, no way to make or steal a dime. Not with the crowds, the musicians, the authorities, not with the busyness. Not with anything. But that didn’t stop people from trying.

There stood a hooded man with a slender body, as if he hadn’t eaten in days. His name, Toshinori. He stumbled through the streets, looking for anything he could get his hands on. Bread, apples, wheats, vegetables, anything that could be of value. Anything.

The man sped up, his search was unsuccessful thus far, nothing nothing nothing. He walked faster, growing annoyed. Annoyed at his hunger, annoyed at his discomfort, annoyed at everything. Everything-

The man stopped; something caught his eye. Something….shiny. It was new, it was beautiful, it was expensive. A bracelet, tied prettily around someone’s wrist. Toshinori gazed up, looking for the owner. What he saw, however, was…unexpected. His eyes widened, panic filled him.

It was the prince.

He gulped, surely the lord could spare a bracelet, make a new one perhaps? Toshinori didn’t know. He just needed something to justify taking it. Something to combat his moral. His mind raced, his thoughts a war zone. Each idea being quickly debunked, each image, each concept, quickly ceased to exist. What did it matter? Toshinori was a street rat, a worthless being without money, food, or even a job. So, what did it matter. What could he ever have to lose?

And thus he approached the lord, pretending to crash into him. The lord fell suddenly and Toshinori faked his worry.

“Ah! My Lord! My apologies! I am deeply sorry!” Toshinori bowed, reaching a hand out to help the lord up. The nobleman took it and pulled himself up with force. His gaze locked into Toshinori’s. Toshinori smiled, looking the prince in the eye as he quickly undid the tie or the jewels. The prince didn’t seem to notice, focused on the rat in front of him. Toshinori pulled his hand as quick as it reached, swiftly shoving the jewels in his pocket.

“Are you alright my lord?” The street rat condoled, causing the nobility to cock an eyebrow. “I’m quite all right, now get out of my face. I wish not to be seen with such…Filth.” The prince turned his body, shunning the rat, and Toshinori slid away.

The prince scoffed. Such filth in his country. It was disgusting. The lord’s hand reached down to fidget with the gold of his wrist, but has he grasped his wrist, he felt nothing. The man’s eyes filled with realization, anger swelling in his stomach. “That little-!” He spun around, searching for the figure of the man.

“That man stole my bracelet!!” The lord screamed, authorities rushing over to the lord. “Well???? Didn’t you hear me! He stole my bracelet! Get him!” Yowled the nobleman, his gaze never leaving the figure.

The authorities rushed over, running after the silhouette. Toshinori spun around, eyes filling with panic, he sprinted. Hopping through buildings and stairwells, ducking under fallen planks and low roofs. Toshinori swung his head back to gaze upon the men chasing him, and thus he hadn’t noticed the group of people cornering him.

Hearing a voice, he whipped his head around, and then that was it. A swift punch to the face and he was out cold. His head ringing as he desperately held onto his consciousness, blood dripping down his face. His body collapsed; the rat went limp.

The lord ran over, his eyes glaring down the thief. In an instant, he reached down and snatched the jewelry, tying it around his wrist.

“Take him to the palace. I’ll be back soon. Assure me he won’t wake up before I get back.”

/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/

Toshinori slowly awoke, his eyes peeking open. Toshinori’s mind was hazy in his semi-conscious state. His body felt numb, a faint aching pain in his lower abdomen. His gaze searched the room, where was he? It was certainly not Agrabah[1], no, it was the palace.

The walls were neatly patterned with limestone and brick, the floor of stone. Marbled patterns formed pillars and thrones, the floor decorated with exquisite rugs and furs. Only the best of the best could afford this magnificent castle.

Suddenly Toshinori was aware of his surroundings, a voice pulling him from his thoughts. “Well, rat, are you going to speak or what? Are you suddenly braindead?” The voice spoke. Toshinori threw his head up, it was the lord, covered in a magnificent Sherwani, decorated with jewels and lace, sitting down on a marbled chair. The lord scoffed. “Quit staring.” The nobleman’s voice ringing throughout the enchanting room. The prince crossed his legs and arms, his gaze piercing through the street rat. “Have anything to say for yourself?” The lord taunted, untying the jewelry around his wrist. His hand rose and he swayed the precious bracelet high in the air for all eyes to see.

Toshinori gulped, shamefully staring back at the prince. He opened his mouth to speak, and yet, no words came. Sheepishly, he shook his head, his gaze never leaving the lord’s. A smirk formed on the lord’s lips; eyes tainted with malice.

“With that little stunt, I could get you killed. In fact, its required by law you die. However, I’m nice. Therefore, I’m giving you options.” Toshinori shifted, suddenly aware of the tight bounds on his wrists. The lord laughed, placing the bracelet back on his wrist.

“I’m assuming you’re questioning what said options are? Well, in truth, its one or the other. You can chose to have me turn you in to be executed, or..” The lord paused, standing up from his seat, he lowered down to Toshinori’s level, a hand gently placed under the thief’s chin. “You could repay me in a more.. obscene fashion.” The lord leaned closer to Toshinori. “I could tie you up all pretty and make you my little servant, hm?”

Toshinori’s eyes widened, it felt unreal. A man he had stolen from, the prince no less, had just asked him that? It was unreal. It had to be. This must just be a dream, he’s probably still unconscious from that punch, right?

And yet it was real. Real, real, real. He had just been asked to be a sex slave of the prince.

It was more uncomfortable than anything; shackles tightened around his wrists and ankles, holding him in place. It was cool where he was, conflicting with the hot air outside. Toshinori squirmed in his place, grunting as the metal strained against his wrist.

“So cute. It’s funny, really. Seeing you all tied up, at my mercy.” The lord’s finger traced along the edge of the shackles. Digits ghosting along pale skin. They went farther, and farther, and farther.. until they stopped right before..

“Thievery has no place in royalty. Attempting to steal from a prince, how unsavory.” His fingers pulled away as quick as they came, leaving Toshinori hanging..Literally. The lord laughed.

“One thing before we start, dear.” The prince grabbed a piece of cloth and rolled it into a ball. “Open.”

Toshinori unclenched his jaw and opened it, the feeling of cotton in his mouth was enough to make him gag, and yet he bit down, fearful of what the prince might do. The lord ran a hand along Toshinori’s jaw, feeling the rough texture from years of damage.

The lord smiled, a sinister glint .hidden in his eyes. The lord’s hands once again traced Toshinori’s body, this time however, he didn’t stop. The prince roughly grasped Toshinori’s leaking cock, harshly stroking it. The street rat moaned, muffled by the cloth, hips jerking forward.

The prince scoffed, his hand pulling forcefully away. “Pathetic, really. That desperate for my touch?” The nobleman chuckled, his hand returning to Toshinori’s aching cock. The lord’s fingers traced the tip, his index rubbing it’s opening. “My my, you’re leaking so much. You must be enjoying this? Ha, how pitiful.” The lord continued his ministrations, abusing the poor tip of Toshinori’s cock.

Toshinori began to squirm in his place, muffled moans and whines echoing through the lord’s ears like sweet honey. The prince began to stroke the street rat’s cock once more, gently this time. For a moment, the prince stopped. He walked behind Toshinori, crotch against the rat’s ass, then he continued.

The lord ground himself into the rat, letting his own moans and grunts fill the room. With each roll of his hips, he would stroke Toshinori faster. It didn’t take long for the lord to begin to grow inpatient, opting to take his pants and underwear off. Simultaneously, he began to stroke both of them, the lord’s moans growing louder. The lord kept stroking them faster, and faster, and faster. Until, with a final stroke, he came. Ropes of white spurting out onto Toshinori’s back, grunts and moans as loud as ever.

The lord continued to ride out his high, still stroking Toshinori. Toshinori’s eyes widened as he came, hips shaking in their place. The two stood still for a moment, the lord silently getting undressed all the way.

“You ready, rat?” The lord questioned, spitting on his hand. Using the mix of semen and spit, he slid into Toshinori. Toshinori’s muffled groans of pain filling the lord’s ears. The lord held still for a minute, resting his head on Toshinori’s shoulder. “Take a deep breath, I wouldn't want this to be too uncomfortable. I might be a sadist but I’m not a monster.”

Toshinori groaned, squirming around in his confinements. The prince laughed, before slowly beginning to move his hips, his tempo slow yet steady. Toshinori cried, it felt so..weird. He continued to take deep breaths, although it wasn’t very useful considering The lord’s slowly fastening speed.

The lord continued to buck his hips desperately into Toshinori. It was so good..! He was so tight. The lord’s arms wrapped around Toshinori’s waist, pulling him closer, his speed growing quicker by the moment.

Eventually, all sense of discomfort had disappeared from Toshinori, the only thing he could focus on was the lord’s harsh and swift thrusts. The lord’s heavy breaths turned into moans. “Hah! You’re so- ngh! Tight.” The lord praised, his hips beginning to sputter with every thrust. “Mm..I’m close! Hah.” The prince buried his head deep into Toshinori’s neck, his teeth biting through the rough flesh, causing Toshinori to throw his head back.

“Hah! My god! I’m cumming! Hah- ah!” With one final thrust, the lord plunged deep inside Toshinori, releasing inside. The lord paused for a moment, his body still. Soon, though, he pulled out, a trail of cum following.

“You did well, rat. Maybe next time ill remove that pretty little gag, hm?”

[1] Agrabah- The city where Aladdin is set to take place.

[blessedchaosgod]

Never did I ever, in my 18 years of life, imagine that I could ever come across a Aladdin and Abu fanfic smut ever in my life. You don't understand the level of traumatised I am right now

[unintentionalseductress]

Key:

🌟 Xavier ❄️ Zayne 🖌️ Rafayel 🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🍎Caleb 🦄 Multicharacter

Headcanons:

Best Friend! Zayne ❄️

Bodyguard HC 🦄

Caleb and Praise 🍎

Dancers of the Air 🦄

Flowers For You 🦄

Hades & Persephone 🐦‍⬛

Hot Hunter 🦄

How They Position Their Fingers 🦄

Pain Tolerance 🦄

Plus Size Reader 🦄

Poly 🦄

Reactions to reader saying she hasn't shaved down there🦄

Someone You Loved 🦄

Spicy Secrets 🦄

Sylus is a switch 🐦‍⬛

Telling them to ditch the condom  🦄

Their nicknames for you  🦄

Unconventional Romp Spots 🦄

Voyeur!Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Oneshots:

A Tight Spot 🐦‍⬛ An unexpected kink.

Bunny Breeding 🌟 Come here little bunny it's time to be bred.

Colonel Caleb... 🍎 Remember whose mercy you're at.

Fresh Cream 🐦‍⬛ Another unexpected kink.

Halloween Makeup 🌟 Putting makeup while on his lap leads to other things.

Hold Me Tenderly 🍎 You are woken from a nightmare and forced to face some uncomfortable truths.

It's The Thought That Counts 🌟 A kinky Christmas present leads to more hot sexiness.

Just The Tip ❄️ Why do you make it so hard for him to praise you?

My Beloved Boys ❄️🍎 Nostalgia hits hard as you remember a beautiful summer of the past.

Paintbrush Lesson 🖌️ Rafayel teaches art in an interesting way.

Playing House 🍎 Won't you be with me forever?

Prescription for Pleasure ❄️ The doctor will see you now.

Razor's Caress ❄️ Hair removal can be tough, good thing he's there.

Touch Me, Touch You 🍎 What's the point in having fun if you're not as well?

When The Snow Melts ❄️ Back in his arms, a lifetime later.

Landscape Screenshots:

Absolute Zeal❄️

Night of Secrecy 🐦‍⬛

Misty Silhouette 🌟

Homecoming Wings I 🍎

Exclusive Aftertaste 🍎

Rain's Embrace 🍎

Intertidal Zone 🖌️

Moodboards:

Sylus Rafayel Zayne Xavier Caleb

Random:

Eternal Attachment Birthday ❄️ Gojo and Sylus Absolute Zeal Rant ❄️ Homecoming Wings Rant 🍎

Upcoming/Requests:

Headcanons

Jealous/angry/rough sex (combining 2 inbox requests, jealous Sylus and rough sex, multicharacter

Lads men x older! girlfriend

underweight MC HC

Getting back together after breakup

Oneshots 1. Zayne temperature play 2. Xavier x doctor! reader (Prescription for Pleasure sequel) 3. Aladdin-based AU Rafayel x princess! MC 4. Sylus heart-to-heart with MC, twins overhear 5. Dragon! Sylus x reader smut 6. Dawnbreaker x Reader X Zayne, threesome

[solarwonux]

Illicit Affairs 2

lawyer!single father!jeonghan x laywer!f!reader

w.c 6.2k

warnings: single father jeonghan, cheating, angst, cursing, smut oral(female receiving), bathtub sex, unprotected sex. (also I edited this in rush so I’m sorry for any mistakes)

note: Happy Luna New Year, Highkey want a relationship like this I'm crying bye. Also this is a continuation of my other fics: In Another Life, and Illicit Affairs so if you wish to know a little more about the relationship between Jeonghan and the reader be sure to check it out. If not enjoy :)

masterlist 

“Stay over mine tonight...please”

Jeonghan all but whines as he rolls his carry-on next to yours, an over-exaggerated pout on his lips. His arms immediately go around your waist, reeling you in, planting a soft kiss against the tip of your nose. 

The entire flight back home he had been trying to convince you to stay over at his house instead of yours. Promising back massages, cuddles, and breakfast in bed. 

So far he hasn’t succeeded.

“We’ve been attached at the hip all week. How are you not tired of me yet?” You tilt your head, circling your arms around his waist, smirking.

“Sitting next to each other and working is not attached at the hip.” He grumbles, protruding his bottom lip, downcast eyes meeting yours, making you groan. There’s no way you could resist when he gave you the look. The same look Bomi would give you whenever she wanted to stay over for a sleepover and watch Aladdin until her body gave out and she was fast asleep against your chest. 

Girl’s night is what she would call it. 

Though you aren’t entirely sure how a six-year-old knew the concept of a girl’s night, but every time she brought it up with the same look her dad was giving you right now; there was no way you could say no. Especially when it was followed up with Jeonghan’s disbelief stare as the two of you kicked him out with a giddy goodnight, a kiss, and an I love you. 

You sigh, shaking your head, and rest your forehead against the space between his neck and his collarbone. His chest puffing out a bit, and his arms getting tighter around your tired form. A proud smirk etched across his features. He knew he had won, just like he always did, and for some reason that annoyed you to no end. 

Lucky bastard, you thought before raising your forehead. A cute little pout decorating your perfect lips. “Can I add a warm bath to the list of promises you made me the entire twelve-hour flight?” 

Jeonghan chuckles. Sometimes he had the suspicion that you only liked staying at his place because he had a bathtub with jacuzzi jets, fruity bath bombs, cotton candy scented shower gel, and all. The one thing your humble ode did not harbor. Nevertheless, he loved having you in his bathtub. He loved having you in his home. Loved to wake up to you and Bomi gossiping and giggling about the boys and girls in her class. Loved how you sometimes made dinner even though your cooking skills were limited to what a quick youtube tutorial could offer. 

He just loved having you in his life. 

“Mhm.” He nods, taping your temple lightly with his index finger. “As long as you let me join you.” He winks, bringing his arm up to the back of his neck. His face contorted in displeasure as he digs his fingers into his skin, “My muscles are tense. I need warmth and the skilled hands of my lovely fiancé.” 

You gasp, bringing your left hand up to your face. “Fiancé?” You narrow your eyes, turning your hand over, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. “Can’t be right. I don’t see a ring on my finger.” You sigh, shaking your head and bringing your hand down to rest against his chest. 

Six months ago Jeonghan had asked you to marry him in the middle of his living room. Fairy lights, blanket forts, Aladdin paused on the TV, and a sleeping Bomi on his chest being the only witnesses. The entire night he was nervous and you suspected it was either the embezzlement case he was working on or the vacation the two of you had been planning for months. You had concluded it was the latter.

The vacation was the only thing that made sense. As it would be the first time Jeonghan, Bomi and you would be alone as a family. And that made not only you but Jeonghan nervous. Though his nerves had more to do with the fact that he was going to propose to you during the trip. He figured he had known you for nearly a decade and even though he had been married to Bomi’s mom for five of those years. 

You were the only constant in his life. The only thing that didn’t change after becoming the head of the Gangnam firm, the divorce with Bomi’s mom, and the nasty custody battle after she appeared one night demanding full custody over the six-year-old. The one who was there every night holding him tightly through his many breakdowns. 

He loved you once before he met Soo-ah. He suspects he never actually did stop loving you even if what he felt for Soo-ah was real at some point. Loving you again was easier than breathing. So waiting another year to make you his forever until the world died for the two of you was a no-brainer. He couldn’t wait, so he asked you, and gave you a beautiful ring with an amethyst gem encased in white gold. The same ring his grandmother gave him one night after asking for advice.

Then he accidentally dropped it down the drain a month later. 

“You know I’m going to get you a new one.” He sighed, kissing your temple lightly. “I just haven’t found the right one yet.” He pulls away, taking a hold of your hand. “Please stop pressuring me, you mean a lot to me and I don’t want to give you just anything” He pleads silently, bringing your palm up to his lips and leaving a soft kiss against it. 

Your shoulders fall slightly. “I’m not pressuring you Hannie, I know your thought process but you can’t keep getting mad whenever a guy looks my way, talks to me, or approaches me at the bar.” You say jokingly, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, “You can’t blame me, that guy at the bar was flirting with you.” He scoffs, grabbing his carry on and dragging it along with you. In a haste you grab your own carry on and follow him, giggling. 

Two nights ago the two of you joined a company gathering with the New York branch. It was all fun and games, and seeing Jeonghan practice his English more with Joshua and Vernon and the other workers was adorable. That is, until you went to refill your coke at the bar. According to Jeonghan–who watched from afar–the man sitting next to you was flirting with you non-stop while you waited for your drink. Though, how do you explain to your stubborn lover that the man was just asking about the company you worked for and asked for Joshua’s contact info. You tried when you got back to the hotel room, but he simply wouldn’t listen to you. Instead he pouted and gave you the silent treatment until Bomi and his mom called. 

Honestly, for a second you wondered why he was acting all jealous when he wasn’t usually like that. But at night while the two of you got ready for bed, in the bathroom with a steamy mirror due to your joint shower. He apologized for his actions. He didn’t offer any other explanation, he simply just gave your forehead a kiss and said he was sorry for acting out of line and taking his anger out on you when he knew you weren’t at fault. 

And that’s all you could ask for. Your lovely fiance has been through a tough year. With a new job position, a nasty custody battle, and seeing his baby grow up and not be a daddy’s girl anymore was taking a toll on him. And now, he knew he would be seeing less of the two of you considering he would have to take more trips down to the New York firm as part of his new job description. 

His stress was beyond belief, but the two of you were trying to work through it as best as you could. Not only for your blossoming relationship but for the sake of the little girl who recently started calling you mom. 

“Baby,” you say, finally falling into line with him. “Don’t get angry, I won’t bring it up again. The issue has been resolved, but you know when you’re ready you can tell me what triggered all of this.” You lean into his side. “We are a team and I want to try to help you with this.” You add, and he stops walking right at the entrance of the airport. 

Jeonghan turns to face you and opens his mouth and closes it. He shuts his eyes for a second looking for the right words to say. Lately, he’s been practicing breathing exercises when he gets too overwhelmed. So, he counts to ten with each deep breath he takes and then opens his eyes. 

“I know, and I want to tell you but not here and not right now.” He says calmly. And without leaving any room for you to answer, he turns around and walks out of the airport and hails a taxi. 

You shake your head with a worried look on your face, and take a deep breath before following him out. Jeonghan is waiting for you besides a bright yellow taxi. He’s smiling but his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. 

The problem with Yoon Jeonghan is that he carries the entire world on his shoulders. It’s always been hard for him to open up. You’re lucky that you have gotten him to relax a little more these past few years. But that doesn’t stop the little part of you who wishes he was much easier on himself, and that he stopped blaming himself for what happened with Bomi’s mom. You know he doesn’t love her anymore. At least not in the same way he used to. But you suppose it’s the same thing you feel for Seungcheol. You simply love the person he was before he betrayed you. 

Although, the two of you have moved on from your exes. You know it’s harder for Jeonghan since he does share a child with the person who betrayed him. You know he sees Soo-ah in little things that Bomi does. And you know you won’t ever be her mom. But your love for the two of them is greater than anything in this world. So just like he’s fighting everyday for you and Bomi. You will fight as well. 

With a deep sigh, you approach him and the taxi. Without a word he puts your carry-on in the trunk of the car. He quickly then makes his way to you and kisses your forehead, a silent plea of understanding before opening the door for you. 

It’s amazing how for Yoon Jeonghan you’ll wait until the end of the world.

Jeonghan’s bathroom was one of your favorite things in his house. It was spacious and welcoming. The white tiles reflected the morning sun through the overhead sun roof, casting a warm glow throughout the entire bathroom. The bathtub and shower were separate, which was amazing considering you lived in Korea, and that was a rarity. But Jeonghan had expressed once that he had the bathroom remodeled before he moved in and Bomi was born. The thought process was that it would be a lot easier to give Bomi baths when she was younger. 

However, Jeonghan didn’t move in a year after the house was completed. His agony over Soo-ah leaving him a few days after the birth of their baby girl kept him from moving in. He thought if he stayed she’d come back, but she never did. 

You suppose the thing you like most about Jeonghan’s bathroom is the fact that your things were scattered around, intertwining beautifully with his things. Your toothbrush stays next to his and Bomi’s, on the marble double sink counter. Where you have your own sink now. Your skin care had its own row in the bathroom cabinet. Even your hair dryer, curler and iron had a space of his own. In the shower your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash sat next to his all-in-one shampoo. Though, you’ve started to suspect that he uses your things from time to time, especially when you’ve been away for longer than usual. 

Now, as you lay embraced in the warm water of the tub, a sparkly bath bomb thrown in the mix called–Sex Bomb. You can’t help but wonder when the two of you got so entwined. Was it after having mind blowing sex in his office and calling Seungcheol in the middle of it. Was it before that at the bar when he first confessed to you years ago. Or was it a year ago when after a year and a half of dating and taking it slow you finally decided to take up his invitation to have you over for dinner. 

It’s like you haven’t left since and instead have started to slowly move in. Honestly, at this point you spend more time in Jeonghan’s house than in your apartment. Your excuse is that it’s closer to work, but the truth is this place feels more like home than your own place. 

You sigh, and close your eyes, sinking deeper into the warm water. The potent scent of your eucalyptus and spearmint candle, calming your nerves slowly. 

“Can I join you?” Jeonghan calls from the door. You open your eyes and sit up, crossing your arms on the edge of the tub and leaning your chin against them. He’s standing before you, a towel wrapped around his slim waist. The faint line of abs adorning his torso, not because he works out, his shoulder injury prevents him from doing vigorous workouts, but he does attend a pilates class twice a week with a bunch of ajummas who are always asking for updates on Bomi. It’s cute, and you love the way he talks about them. 

You smile, “there’s enough room.” You say. He drops his towel, revealing everything. His legs were finally gaining weight again. Sometimes you get sad when you remember the custody battle, and how he stopped eating, and would drown himself in work. Sometimes the only thing he ate was two iced americano throughout the day. That’s when you started bringing him lunch from the cafeteria at the firm and sat with him until he ate it all. That’s when you started coming over more often and attempting to cook him dinner. You admit it wasn’t very good, but he would eat it all without protest. 

Your heart would swell with love and sadness as he took each bite. He’s recently started to gain a little more weight and look more like himself. Instead, of the hollow shell of a human that consumed him during those gruesome months. 

Jeonghan gets closer to the tub and you move forward a little to give him more space. Once he’s settled behind you, his legs come to rest beside yours and his arms circle around your waist. “I didn’t mean to act like a jealous prick that night.” He whispers against your bare shoulder before leaving a kiss behind. The imprint of his lips causes a tingle to run down your back. “Soo-ah had a three month affair before she found out she was pregnant with Bomi, and I guess with everything that went on last year I feel on edge.” He finishes, kissing up your neck slowly, his arms around your waist get tighter. His ministrations end when he gets up to your ear, “forgive me, I do trust you with everything in me I just had a lapse in judgement that night.” He whispers before kissing your cheek lightly. 

Your heart is pounding against your chest, and you finally turn to face him, lifting your hands from the water with a light splash and resting them against his cheeks. “I would never do that, especially because I know what it feels like.” You grin slightly, “Remember Seungcheol?” You raise your eyebrows a little before giggling. “I guess now I understand the whole phone call thing.” 

Jeonghan smirks sheepishly, “Maybe I was getting some sort of revenge from it, but you know you liked it otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” He says smugly, before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. He doesn’t deepen it and pulls away quickly resting his forehead against yours. “I mean it though, I do trust you and I’m sorry for acting the way I did.” 

You smile, rubbing soothing wet circles against his cheeks with your thumbs. “I know. I didn’t doubt it for a second, and you’ve been forgiven.” 

“Ah, that makes me feel so much better, I was ready to incite plan b to earn your forgiveness again.” He says smugly before leaning back in the tub and taking you with him. His fingers play with the water before he places his hand against your stomach, drumming them gently. 

“What was plan b?” You relax further under his touch.  

He chuckles, his chest rising underneath you. “A massage and a really good night under the sheets.” He whispers against your ear and lightly nibbles against your earlobe. 

“You’re restless,” You giggle. Then you take his hand from your stomach and drag it up your body. “Can I take you up on that massage?” You place it over your breast. He shudders behind you before slowly kneading it, his lips find the sweet spot against your neck, making you moan. 

“As you know I am very skilled with my hands.” He whispers against your neck, as his other hand makes its way down your navel. It’s tight in the tub but he somehow manages to part your legs a little more and places his hand on you. He cups your cunt gently before placing his index finger against your clit and rubbing slow circles. 

You throw your head back lightly, coming into contact with his chest. “Yeah I know.” Your breathing becomes labored as he continues playing with you. It’s silent except for the sound of the sloshing water and your panting. The pleasure increases slowly, and it only gets better when he pinches your nipple before inserting a finger inside of your cunt. His fingers were magical. They were uneven but the right size to give you a stretch and prepare you for his cock. It was one of your favorite acts of foreplay with him. 

“You look so pretty unraveling like this under my hands.” He whispers, giving your temple a kiss, then your cheek and finally your lips. The kiss is mind shattering, deep, and full of passion. You moan against your lips when his finger finds the sweet mushy soft spot inside of you, and you find yourself slowly bucking your hips against his hand. 

Jeonghan chuckles against your lips, biting your bottom lip as he increases his pace. “Let me add another one?” He says breathlessly and you know this is pleasuring him too. You whimper in response, nodding your head and he adds another finger, increasing the stretch and pleasure. 

He kisses down your neck before swirling his tongue over your nipple and taking it in his mouth. He sucks gently, while moving his fingers faster. You’re moaning loudly now, letting go and losing yourself to his touch. He pulls away when you clench around his fingers and reaches his other hand down rubbing quick circles over your clit. 

“How do you feel?” He pants, moving faster. “You’re close aren’t you?” He smirks, scissoring his fingers and applying a little more pleasure on your clit. “Why don’t you cum for me baby doll, ride my fingers.”

You gasp, at his words. He’s rarely one to engage in dirty talk, but he knows it does something to you. “I feel so good Jeonghan,” Your mouth goes agape as you feel your orgasm approaching. “Your fingers feel so good inside of me.” You say, moving your hips in tandem with his fingers. After a few more trusts, the coil in the pit of your stomach bursts and you cum hard around his fingers, 

He helps you ride out your orgasm before you fall limply against his chest. He chuckles and kisses your head. “Let’s get out, I want to make you cum more.” He whispers, against your head. Such a tender gesture followed by the dirtiest words you’ve ever heard him mutter. 

But Jeonghan has always been a jack of all trades, and you suppose this is a new side of him. The one that begs to claim what is his. 

You can’t begin to form any words at the moment so you simply nod your head. 

After making out a couple more times in the lukewarm water of the bath, and you finally gaining your composure again. Jeonghan helps you out of the tub. You catch a glimpse of his hardening length and you feel your pussy get wet all over again. He quickly grabs a towel and helps you dry off, before doing the same with himself. You can tell he is impatient, especially when he tosses his towel to the side and quickly grabs your hand leading you into the bedroom. 

His bedroom, his sanctuary was another one of your favorite rooms in his house. Everything about it screamed Yoon Jeonghan. From the light blue duvet, and the four cream colored pillows. To the cute pictures of Bomi on his dark mahogany bedside table. Along with the recently added one of the the three of you together taken at a random self-shot photo studio a few Sundays ago when the three of you went out for lunch. You didn't know that he had the picture framed until you stayed over a week later. The sight of the picture brought tears to your eyes and you didn’t let the two of them go for the rest of the night. Even Bomi, who was a newly six-year old slept with the two of you, because for the first time in years you felt like you deserved small pockets of happinesses. And your family was the first pocket you let yourself have. 

On the right side next to the floor to ceiling window there was a desk, with a few sticky notes, and a PC you knew he used to game with his friends Wonwoo, Dokyeom, and Joshua. You’ve only met one of the three, but you knew he talked about you and Bomi to the point that they would mute him during games. 

Next to the desk was a large bookshelf that adorned more pictures of him and Bomi. One picture of you that he had sneakily taken when the two of you went on a picnic date last spring, and a picture of his parents and sister. Additionally he had displayed all the legos he had built, which at some point you knew his lego building obsession got a little out of hand. You still remember the day in which you had helped him with some spring cleaning and he fought tooth and nail to keep all thirty of them. In the end, after long hours of compromising. He decided to keep the ten he loved most and gave away the rest to his cousins Dino and Jun. 

Now, they were all scattered as display pieces around the house. Everything about his house screamed him, and a little part of you dreaded the day you would move in and finally combine both of your lives. 

The small things like your forgotten scarves on his desk chair, or the leftover clothes you kept in his house didn’t really count. You wonder if he would find places for your most prized possessions or if he will make you get rid of them. You wonder if he will open more than just one drawer for you on his dresser. He had already given you one, where you kept extra undergarments. And your favorite perfume bottle already found a home next to his cologne. But sometimes it was pointless things like these that kept you from wanting to fully indulge. 

You didn’t want to fully lose yourself to love, and you didn’t want him to fully lose himself either. Though, the two of you have done a good job at keeping little percentages of yourselves from the other. It still made you wonder if things would change after saying your vows at the altar. 

You felt Jeonghan’s arms circle around your waist, planting featherlike kisses against your shoulder. “You’re thinking too much, what is it?” He whispers against your skin. 

This is what scared you the most. The fact that he could read you so easily. With a sigh, you place your hands over his. “Why do you want to marry me?” You whisper, turning over in his arms.

He lets a small grin adorn his face before opening his mouth. “That’s a stupid question, why wouldn’t I want to marry you?” He kisses you lightly before leading you to the bed. He pushes you down gently and kneels over you. “I have a plethora of answers for that question, but I’ll give you three.” He begins to kiss down your body. “One, you make me feel seen.” He smirks as he brings his lips over your breasts, one hand comes up the side of your body and he begins to swirl his thumb over your damp nipple, before he swirls his tongue over the other one. “Two, you love Bomi like she is your own.” He sucks your nipple gently once before making his way down your body with his lips, he kisses your mound gently. “Three, you love me, and you have already continued to love me through thick and thin. Others would have left the second things got complicated but you didn't. You stayed by my side and even helped me get help professionally, and I can’t thank you enough for that, except the only way I know how and that is loving you for the rest of my life.” He says, his eyes burning into yours. They’re filled with passion, love, and desire. 

You tear up slightly, and he chuckles hovering his body over yours again, his thumb brushes the stray tear away from your cheek. He kisses your lips gently, and like second nature you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He pulls away slightly and whispers against your lips. “Now let me love you the only other way I know how.” He says as his knee separates your legs, giving him enough room to settle himself between your legs. 

“Yoon Jeonghan, I will love you forever.” You smile, brushing his hair away from his forehead. He smirks, bringing two fingers over to your lips. You open your mouth, maintaining eye contact and you see the lust filling his eyes when you suck on them. He pulls away and brings his wet fingers down to your pussy, rubbing the wetness over it, before reaching for his cock. He rubs his cockhead with your arousal and then guides it to your entrance. 

“Do I need lube?” He whispers before inserting himself, and you shake your head. Between the water of the tub, the orgasm he gave you, and how wet he made you tonight there was no need for lube. But you knew how he was and he wasn’t going to do anything unless you verbally told him. 

“Not today baby.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing the tip of his nose. He nods, and slowly begins to guide himself deeper. The second his head is in stretching you out. Your hold around his neck gets tighter. You will never get tired of the delicious stretch, especially when he teases you and goes slowly, letting you adjust to him. 

Once he’s halfway inside of you. He captures your lips again, kissing you deeply to distract you from his movements. Once he’s fully inside of you, you gasp against his lips. “Tell me when to move?” He whispers, kissing you again this time softer than before. 

It takes you a moment, but when you feel yourself clench around him you know you’re ready. “Now, baby please move, and make me feel good.” 

“Shit, love.” He says against your lips before thrusting his hips slowly. You’re moaning and whimpering under him, digging your nails into his back while he begins to increase his pace. Suddenly, his body heat leaves you and he sits up, grabbing both of your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. 

“Scream for me baby, say my name, let everyone know who makes you feel this way.” His gaze was darker than usual. Like a new version had just been unleashed, and you can’t help but love the way he is showing you no mercy right now. 

“Fuck, yes Jeonghan. Your cock makes me feel so good.” You arch your back, digging your nails into his sheets. “Go faster.” 

“Oh my baby loves when I fuck her hard.” He groans, digging his nails into your thighs. His thrusts become frantic as he closes his eyes and leans his head back in pleasure, mumbling a few things to himself. You’re too focused on your whimpers and the sound of skin slapping to understand him. Nor do you care to know, because when he opens his eyes and gazes into your eyes, you’re melting. 

“More Jeonghan, I want to feel all of you.” You moan, bringing your hands up to your breasts and kneading them for him. 

He moans, watching you. “Keep doing that for me baby.” He grabs one of your legs and lifts it to the side, making you gasp when you feel him deeper than before. He licks two of his fingers and brings them to your clit, rubbing circles around them matching his pace. 

“You like this baby doll.” He pants, swallowing hard. 

The words escape you and all you can do is nod your head, your mouth falling agape as you begin to pant. Jeonghan chuckles, moving faster, his orgasm fast approaching, and he wants to come undone with you. 

“Jeonghan,” You arch your back, and clench around his cock a few times. “I’m really close baby.” He moans loudly, as he continues his ministrations, more frantically than before. You begin to let yourself go, consumed by delicious pleasure as you raise your hips to meet his. Fucking yourself on your cock while he continues to fuck you. 

“Come with me please.” He pleads, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts begin to lose control. Suddenly, you're arching your back, clenching around him hard as you cum, triggering his own orgasm. You moan when you feel him cum inside of you, painting your pussy walls with his sperm. He slows down, thrusting slowly and deeper, riding both yours and his orgasm. 

After a few minutes, you breathe heavily, falling back down on the bed. Giggling when you see him watching you in awe. “What?” You smile.

Jeonghan takes you in, post orgasm glow. Your chest and cheeks are flushed, your lips are swollen and your body is glistening with sweat. He’s still inside of you, your clit is swollen, and your combined cum is seeping out through the side of his softening cock. Jeonghan decides then and there he will never get tired of this sight. “You look so beautiful like this baby.” He pulls out of you, making you whimper at the missing contact. 

He chuckles and lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body and tugs you closer. “Let’s stay like this for a while and then we can shower again” He mumbles against your cheek. “I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to make you mine forever.” He finishes, pushing a sweaty strand away from your face. 

You smile, satiated. “I love you, and I can’t wait to see more of jealous Jeonghan” You joke, kissing his lips lightly.

He laughs, knowing you caught on to his slightly possessive side. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back, you make me crazy.” He begins to tangle his fingers in your hair. 

You nod kissing his cheek, “Don’t worry love, this is our safe space, you can let yourself go in here” You whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe lightly, making him groan. “Plus I really liked it.” You pull away and lay your head against the pillow again. 

Jeonghan smirks and shakes his head. “Careful baby doll, or we won’t be sleeping tonight, and as much as I love the thought of making love to you until morning. I know you didn’t sleep at all during our twelve hour flight and you need to rest before our little gremlin comes home from grandmas.” He says before sitting up. 

You watch as your heart swells over his slip up. Did he really mean it? That Bomi was yours as much as she was his. You shake the worrisome thought out of your head. This is a conversation you’ve already had. You know he sees you as Bomi’s mother and you know the way Bomi sees you. Especially when as of recently it’s been ‘mommy this’, ‘mommy that’, ‘mommy, daddy says I can’t have ice cream before bed’, and ‘mommy I love you.’ The latter always tugs at your heartstrings and every time you hear it your love for the little girl grows. 

Jeonghan extends his hand for you to take. “Let’s take a shower before bed, you can start while I change the sheets.” He says, and you take his hand letting him help you up. He guides you into the bathroom and turns on the water in the shower so it begins to heat up. 

Jeonghan leans you against the shower door, pecking your lips. “Stop doubting yourself, you’re my fiance, my soon to be wife, and Bomi’s only mother.” He says tenderly, and once again its amazing how well he can read you like an open book. “Now shower, you’re tired.” He opens the shower door and guides you in, before closing the door. 

“I’ll be back.” He says and makes his way out of the bathroom. Leaving you under the warm water, falling from the waterfall shower head. Your heart is full of love and a feeling you’ve never felt before. 

Finally, accepting the fact that you belong here and that everything will be okay in the end. 

The warm sun rays filter in through Jeonghan’s wall of windows. It seems like the two of you forgot to shut the curtains last night before falling asleep. But who could blame you, the minute you stepped out of the shower and into the warmth of the bed, your eyes closed by themselves and you were out like a light. 

You open your eyes slowly, squinting your eyes due to the bright sunlight cascading the room. You sit up rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with your left hand, when suddenly you stop. Feeling a small scratch against your eyelid. Now, a wave of curiosity consumes you, and sleep is forgotten the second you look down at your hand. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, as you take in the most beautiful diamond ring, the band is gold and in the shape of a laurel crown. It connects in the middle to a teardrop diamond and your mouth opens in shock. Then you look to the side and your fiance is nowhere to be found. So, you yell loudly, jumping up on the bed as you hold your hand in front of you. 

“What the fuck Yoon Jeonghan, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You jump up and down on the bed. 

Suddenly you hear a pan drop in the kitchen, before hasty footsteps make their way into the bedroom and you see a frazzled Jeonghan burst through the door. The door slams into the wall rattling the dresser with how much force he opened it. 

“What happened, are you okay?” He says, walking fast to your now kneeling form on the bed. He takes your faces in his hands, and he immediately becomes worried when he sees the tears running down your face. 

“You’re unbelievable.” You whisper, sniffling. “How could you do this to me?” You whisper.

Now, Jeonghan’s worry increases as he starts to rattle his brain, trying to find the reason for your actions and your words. “W-What did I do? Tell me what I did so I can fix it.” 

You giggle, and raise your left hand to his face. “This,” He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relax, and a sly smirk appears on his face. 

“You weren’t supposed to see it until I woke you up with breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it.” He says and takes your hand, kissing your ring finger gently. “Surprise.” He adds nonchalantly. And you’ve never wanted to slap him and kiss him simultaneously so much.

You shake your head, and pout. “That’s all.” You scoff in disbelief, “Surprise,” You mock roll your eyes. 

He laughs before taking both of your hands saying your name in such a gentle manner it makes your knees feel weak. So, you look up at him as he tangles his fingers with yours. His gaze is soft, and he kisses both of your palms. “Will you marry me? And this time I promise not to drop your ring down the drain again.” 

You laugh, hugging him tightly, peppering the side of his head with so many kisses you begin to lose count.

 “Yes, a million times yes, and if you lose my ring again, I’ll continue to say yes.” 

a/n: done :) I hope you enjoy it again let me know your thoughts. Life in Korea has been great lately, I recently started pole dancing and damn that shits hard. Anyway, maybe I'll do a little update posts on my life haha.

Again, thank you for reading I love you all.xx

[candycandy00]

Boku no Hero Academia Master List

A list of BNHA fanfics I’ve written. Arranged newest to oldest (in each category). Fics have Fem Readers and contain smut unless otherwise noted! My work is for adults only!

Shigaraki x Reader

Shower Duty (Prison AU, Noncon/Dubcon)

Office Life (Gender Neutral Reader, Dub Con, Violent Fantasies)

The Scarecrow Walks at Night (Halloween fic, Shig as a Scarecrow)

Tentacle Tomura (Tentacles, Anal)

The Pirate and the Mermaid (AU) (Three Parts!)

Too Intense For you? (BDSM)

Reader Uses Mind Control Quirk on Shig

Dark Carnival Chapter 1 (Whips, Blood, Death)

Playing a Fighting Game - Loser has to Strip

Shy Reader Giving Shig a Christmas Present

Sitting on Shig's Lap While he Plays Games

Exhibitionism

Shig Corrupts Shy Hero's Sidekick Reader

Size Kink - Shig With Short Reader

Mommy Kink

Breath Play/Choking

Break Time (Reader is a Waitress with a Crush on Shig)

Dabi x Reader

I Got a Goth Santa Boy for Christmas! (Kinkmas fic, Dabi as Santa’s Helper, Spanking, Degradation)

Hospital Hostage (No Quirk AU, Suggestive) NO SMUT

Come Find Me (Hawks x Reader x Dabi, Horror, Non-con, Drugging)

Blood Moon Rising (Dabi as a Werewolf, Breeding)

Count Touya (Dabi as a Vampire, Bondage)

Waxwork (Dabi as a Vampire + Werewolf)

The Visitors (Post Ending, Touya in Prison) NO SMUT

Zombie Apocalypse AU (Four Parts!)

Dabi Under a Lust Quirk

Dabi with Innocent Nun Reader

Piercing/Torture

Teasing that Leads to Rape/Non-Con

Trending Topics (Dabi Sees Reader's Pervy Tweets About Him)

Lazy Sex

Breeding Kink

Mr. Compress X Reader

The Experiment (Horror, Gore, Halloween Fic, Compress as a mad scientist)

Dark Carnival Chapter 2 (Blood, Gore, Death)

Mr. Compress x Reader With Bunny Quirk

Twice x Reader

Dark Carnival Chapter 3 (Horror, Blood, Gender Neutral Reader) (Three Parts!)

Hawks x Reader

Come Find Me (Hawks x Reader x Dabi, Horror, Non-con, Drugging)

The Chase (AU, Vampire!Hawks, Bondage, Choking, Breeding)

Non-X Reader

League of Villains Heroes (Set after the end of the manga, the League has split up and are in therapy, but a new threat turns them into reluctant heroes.) Multi-Chapter. NO SMUT. (In Progress!)

Unmerry Christmases (Platonic ShigaDabi) NO SMUT

AFO x All Might Aladdin AU Master/Slave Dub-Con

[mocamagical]

I havent been posting because i've been a little overwhelmed with tumblr actually, but i HAVE been drawing. I'm actually chugging through a few fanfics, a 1920s fake marriage AU and this Aladdin AU. I've also been drawing waaaaay too much smut which cannot be posted on tumblr so, im sorry guys. but here's my Aladdin AU!

Emily and Charlie are both the princesses of Agrabah but Emily is the crown princess because of a shady deal made with Sera. dunno how far i'll get into that because it's mostly Disney's Aladdin.

[loki-cees-all]

Space Oddity {Avengers!Loki x Female Reader One-shot}

Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link

Pairing : Avengers!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : While preparing for Stark Tower’s Halloween party, Loki misunderstands the point of a Halloween Costume. Luckily he has you to help him navigate such tricky waters. 

W/c : 10k words

Content / Warnings : Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Loki being a little massive shit and also a silly goose.

Author's Note : Last year a certain LIFE-RUINER (affectionate) dressed up as Ziggy Stardust/David Bowie/Aladdin Sane for Halloween, and it permanently altered my brain chemistry. Because of (or in spite of?) the ensuing brain rot, it took 11 months of me staring at that picture to finally come up with an idea to include Loki in that delicious little mix.

P.S. I do recommend listening to Space Oddity by David Bowie while you read this. If you start the song at "Humanity’s wide variety of music..." then depending on your reading speed, the song's first Verse should start right at the big reveal 🤭

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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A crisp, hazy mist obscured your view of the ground from the 22nd floor of Stark Tower. Sunrise was yet to fully finish, and the Earth below was quiet, still adjusting to the uneasy transition from slumber to consciousness. Within that ambiguity, it was easy to believe that you’d somehow awoken on an entirely new planet. 

You often wondered what that was like, to feel the soil from an uncharted world give way underneath your boots. To feel a breeze coming off an ocean no other human had ever seen before, or to look up into the night sky and see the stars of a brand new galaxy. How colossal, how surreal, how inferior it must make someone feel. 

On lazy mornings such as this one, you’d often ask your partner what it was like to be an astronaut. He’d hand you a steaming cup of coffee as he rejoined you in bed, and with a contemplative expression, he’d always respond with a brand new answer. 

You suspected the change in response was just due to him recalling his first trip to a different realm, and each time you always listened very carefully. You always closed your eyes and tried to lose yourself in the picturesque descriptions of fantasy worlds you’d probably never be able to see personally. 

Sometimes, if you focused hard enough, you could almost smell the forests of a brand new planet. You could almost taste its fresh water and its different fruit, and feel the immaculate breezes of its unstudied seasons. But then you’d open your eyes again, and when you looked through the skyscraper’s window, the few dapples of orange and yellow leaves breaking through the dense fog would let you know this was still planet Earth. 

But that wasn’t always so bad. Occasionally, there would be several weeks without a world-ending threat breathing down the Avenger’s necks, and that meant you could pretend you were all just regular people. You could sleep in or get up extra early to watch the world come to life, you could rush around and do any of the million things that needed to be done, or you could simply lay there and bask in that sweet silence. 

Today, after having coffee in bed, your only concrete plan was a shopping trip in the West Village with Wanda and Nat. Your only solid goal was to finally settle on the perfect costumes for the Halloween party happening just a few days from now. 

It was no secret that the Avengers had acquired a sizable contingency of cynics over the years, ones who weren’t shy about openly criticizing the entire team. From the collateral damage incurred during battle, to the individual actions of its members both on and off the team - anything they did was suspect, and absolutely nothing was beyond complaint. Thus, Pepper Potts had made it her personal mission to finally correct the planet’s opinions of its heroes. 

In addition to the team’s assistance towards rebuilding efforts after their battles were won and having its members performing very public charity work, Stark Tower was starting to host more “fun” events in order to further boost the team’s positive image. 

“To get your names in the papers without a rising death toll immediately afterwards,” was specifically how Pepper had explained her initiative. And naturally, that meant a Halloween Party was deemed absolutely necessary. 

Anyone who was even tertiarily related to the Avengers was going to be there: from the low-level, but still notable, world government leaders, to the honorary members from all corners of the globe. And of course, plenty of reporters and photographers would be in attendance, all of them ready to document every single fun moment. It was set to become an impressive party, and knowing Pepper, a very classy event - so it shouldn’t have been at all surprising that most of the team had become hyper-focused on winning the party’s costume contest. 

Initially, everyone kept their costumes a secret from one another, and the trash-talking was of a mostly friendly nature. But then rumors started flying around, and gradually, some members of the team started taking the competition far too seriously. Alliances were formed, and subsequently broken. The taunting soon became serious, and then reached devastating levels, which ultimately escalated into a four-day period where Tony and Steve couldn’t even be in the same room together without a physical fight breaking out. 

Thankfully, the girls were far more casual about it, and that afternoon’s shopping trip was planned to be one of mutual support. Wanda was hoping to finalize her couple’s costume with Vision, and even though she hadn’t mentioned it directly, you knew that Nat was attempting a similar endeavor with Bruce, despite his timid insistence that he wasn’t a “costume guy”. It was so adorably endearing that it almost gave you a toothache. 

Unfortunately, things were not so cut and dry with Loki. 

He had yet to mention the Halloween party on his own, nor had he participated in any group discussions on the subject - he even ignored Tony's attempts to goad him into verbal sparring matches, something Loki ordinarily enjoyed. Not that anyone should be genuinely excited about performative media relations disguised as a fun party, but nonetheless, you were starting to become concerned about his lack of interest.

Private conversations with him about finding a costume had gone nowhere. He didn’t understand why he needed to dress up at all, or why you cared so much about it. And while he wasn’t saying it out loud, you didn’t need to be a genius to guess why he had reservations: everyone else already believed he was an actual monster, so shouldn’t he just be himself on Halloween? 

Only a few weeks had passed since you’d moved in together, but it was going really well, all things considered. The otherworldly being you’d fallen in love with still didn’t understand most Earthly customs, and you very much enjoyed being his Midgardian teacher. But coming to terms with what he’d done while under the influence of the Mind Stone was still an ongoing struggle for him. 

Loki had good days, but he also had very, very bad days. He still had nightmares about his past, and frequently his worries about the future kept him helplessly trapped in bed. It broke your heart to witness, and even though he’d probably never reveal the full details about his time with The Black Order and Thanos, he at least never stopped you from offering him comfort in the middle of the night. 

Because he wasn’t the monster his critics or inner demons claimed he was, no matter how convincing they were. He deserved a good and peaceful life just as much as everyone else did, and you wanted nothing more than to help him finally have one. 

When you’d left the apartment later that morning, Loki was lounging peacefully on the living room couch, his nose buried in the oldest book you’d ever seen. A gentle smile had tugged at his lips while you kissed his forehead on your way out, and with tremendous love in his eyes, he said that he’d miss you terribly while you were gone. 

After an early lunch at The Coppola Cafe, the three of you spent the afternoon browsing what felt like every single vintage clothing shop in the West End. It didn’t take long for Wanda and Nat to finalize their costumes, and eventually you did manage to find something for yourself, but deciding on your partner’s costume was another story entirely. A terribly complicated task, one that was impossible to accomplish and rotten with trap doors and landmines hiding within the deceptive labyrinth that was Loki. 

The girls did their best to make helpful suggestions during the shopping trip, offering such innocent and guiltless ideas like a mailman, or a stuffy professor - or perhaps he could dress up as Shakespeare so he could spend the entire party wandering around quoting Hamlet. Or maybe instead, he should just wear a Ghostface mask and a long black cloak, so he had a good excuse to stay concealed and silent all night long. 

You appreciated their efforts, but none of those ideas were quite right for him. You couldn’t really explain why, but they just weren’t…Loki. 

By late afternoon, your mind had turned into a jumbled mess. Unable to think clearly anymore, you resorted to aimless purchases of extra things neither of you probably wouldn’t ever use - cheap makeup sets, bottles of fake blood, a set of vampire fangs, a pair of cat ears. Several brightly colored wigs, a second-hand cape, and a large bag of Halloween candy to stress eat later finally completed your purchases for the day. 

The group came back to the Tower just before dusk, and the living room of your apartment was quiet when you walked inside. A few lamps illuminated on the end tables gave the space a dark, brooding mood, which was greatly appreciated after such a busy and disappointing day. But unfortunately, Loki was no longer on the couch where you’d left him, and that old book was nowhere to be seen. 

“Hey! I’m home!” you called out while setting your shopping bags down by the front door. 

An odd silence was the only thing that greeted you. 

Usually, Loki would be at the front door, ready to sweep you up in his arms whenever you returned home. But the apartment remained unmoving, even as you called out a second time. When he still didn’t appear, you poked your head into the kitchen while shrugging off your jacket and slipping off your shoes. But that room was also completely vacant, with no evidence of dinner being started or already had. 

Loki preferred spending most of his time alone, but occasionally he’d allow an enticing bribe from Bruce or Thor to drag him out of the apartment; maybe he was just studying something interesting up in Bruce’s lab, or perhaps he’d agreed to help his brother play a prank on someone. Grateful for the opportunity to wallow in solitude for a bit, you pulled the giant bag of Halloween candy from a shopping bag and made your way towards the back of the apartment. 

You padded down the empty hallway where there was still no sign of Loki. Everything in the entire apartment was clean, and in its place. There was absolutely nothing wrong, and yet it felt like the weight of the entire world was resting heavily on your shoulders. You tried to reassure yourself that it was nothing that a coma-inducing amount of candy couldn’t fix, but even that was becoming less believable with each step forward. 

As you approached the bedroom, you thought you could hear the very faint sounds of guitar strumming through the closed door. That gave you pause; certain that you hadn’t left anything on before leaving that morning, you cautiously moved closer, until your ear was pressed against the door. 

Yes, that was music you were hearing - familiar music, even though you couldn’t quite place it yet, and you couldn’t help but to smile to yourself. Loki was home after all, and he had been entertaining himself with music while you were out. It thoroughly warmed your heart with an unexplainable feeling of serenity, and pleased that he’d remembered how to use the record player on his own, you waited behind the door to listen for another moment. 

Humanity’s wide variety of music was one of the few things about our culture that he’d expressed genuine interest in - which of course, you happily encouraged. It was so much fun introducing him to everything from the classic composers of the 18th and 19th centuries, to the psychedelic rockers of the 20th century. From the upbeat pop groups of your middle school years, to the angsty singers that made up the soundtrack of your early twenties.

You closed your eyes to focus solely on whatever he was listening to now. The music itself was playing low, the singer’s impassive voice just barely audible to you. But you couldn’t tell if it was a really old recording, or if the sound was just distorted after passing through the door. 

Off in the distance, a punctuated drum stroke marked the countdown to some inconceivable event, and adrenaline suddenly filled your bloodstream. A low hum vibrated underneath the drum, steady until it wasn’t, and then gradually it shifted into a cosmic wail that seemed to be transmitting itself across all of time and space. A cacophony of instruments, from both the planet Earth and of the stars themselves, finally crescendoed together in a powerful array of astronomical declaration. 

A declaration that something was happening at that very moment. Breathed into life with a static kiss, that something was so astonishingly important, and it vehemently demanded immediate witness. 

Your curiosity, overwhelming to the point that you couldn’t take it any longer, forced you to carefully reach for the door handle. Its metal, both warm and cold simultaneously, felt like home. It felt unreal. 

This felt like opening the hatch to an ancient spacecraft. 

This is Ground Control to Major Tom…

You pushed open the door, and immediately let out a startled laugh. Standing in front of the bedroom mirror was a tall and lanky figure, turning himself back and forth while carefully examining his reflection. That part wasn’t surprising; but rather, it was the way he’d dressed himself that was completely unexpected. 

You’ve really made the grade…

Bright red and blue stripes lined the figure’s jumpsuit from shoulder to toe, each one evenly separated by thin lines of white. Familiar dark curls cascaded and twisted down past a pair of golden, glittering shoulder pads that only amplified his already impressive stature. Across his right eye, stretching from well below his cheekbone up to meet with his natural hairline, was a crimson lightning bolt. Its perfectly jagged edges were outlined in shimmering blue, and the leather platform boots on his feet were a brilliant, shining red. 

And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear…

You knew it wasn’t actually Ziggy Stardust standing there; logically, you knew that much to be true. David Bowie had died several years ago, and while you now believed in alien life on other planets, and magic, and superheroes - you still knew the matter of ghosts to be entirely science fiction. 

Rational thought, if you had been capable of it in that moment, would have told you that this was just your celestial partner practicing another one of his illusions. But this mirage was so much more powerful than reason, or fact, or reality could have ever hoped to be. While shoulder-strung spectral harps blared from the record player and the harmonized magnetism of flesh and blood and God stood before you, the only conclusion to be reached was that you’d finally lost your entire mind. 

Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare…

Other than his hair, his illusion was categorically perfect: the only hint of Loki underneath this glamour was the flicker of mischievous green hiding behind heterochromatic eyes. But those weren’t Loki’s cheekbones, or his lips, or his nose. 

They were David fucking Bowie’s. 

This is Major Tom to Ground Control…

Your jaw dropped even further when he finally noticed you. He turned someone else’s body, and he lifted someone else’s chin. The illustrious and supernal smile he flashed in your direction tugged at someone else’s lips. But the confidence that radiated out of him, like the infernal rays of an ever-bursting star, belonged to Loki, and Loki alone. 

It was different from Bowie’s, but still somehow the same; despite the oddity of both their ensembles, neither outfit had worn either man. And similar to that ethereal mortal from over 50 years ago, Loki’s aura overrode any bewildered question of why, and instead begged the eternal question of how? 

I’m stepping through the door…

How was he making this look work for him? Just like Bowie, Loki was equal parts striking and ridiculous. He was magnetic and breathtaking, he was pulling you in while simultaneously stunning the oxygen from your lungs. No thoughts, no words, no sounds could ever truly capture the true essence of this scene, and all you could manage was another stunned laugh as you looked him up and down. 

His lips finally moved, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. A symphony of guitars and keyboards and organs and stringed instruments all crescendoed together to effectively pay tribute to the creation of this universe and drown out his voice. The sound, dizzying and disorienting, overpowered the feel of the floor beneath your feet until gravity was no longer enough to keep you tethered to the Earth. 

And I’m floating in the most peculiar way…

Your mind, completely overwhelmed by the glowing specter just ten feet away, had become entirely blank. You were rendered so totally speechless that you forgot every single detail about your past. You simply weren’t you anymore; you were an astronaut from a distant planet on the other side of the universe, and you always had been. 

You weren’t standing on the 22nd floor of Stark Tower, you were opening the hatch of an imaginary spacecraft, you were taking that first step out onto an unexplored moon. You were leaving the very first footprints upon its previously untouched surface, and you were carving your name into its virgin moondust. You were leaving your mark for future generations to someday gaze upon, in sheer awe of the audacity to wonder what else could be out there. 

And the stars look very different today… 

Without even noticing, you let go of the bag of Halloween candy; whether it also began floating or if it crashed to your bedroom floor was no longer any of your concern. All you could think about was if it felt this surreal, this mind-blowing to look upon the real David Bowie. How did anybody manage to not spontaneously combust in his presence? 

All sense of relative dimensions lost their meaning. Space was completely irrelevant, time was a fictional construct. The universe was never going to stop expanding, so would anyone ever be able to see it all? How could a numerical value ever be assigned to the entire concept of time? Why were any of us here? 

For here, am I sitting in a tin can? 

You had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but at some point, Loki must have realized that he’d broken you. Without losing his proud smile, he waved a hand in the direction of your record player. Its needle lifted, and an eerie silence immediately descended over the room. 

As soon as the music stopped, part of the spell clouding your mind vanished. A rush of oxygen suddenly filled your lungs, and your heart finally returned to its beating. Blood resumed its journey through your veins, and the floor became substantial underneath your feet again. You blinked once, twice, three times and shook your head, trying to clear it so that you might be able to ask just one of the million questions that all popped up at the exact same time. 

“Something the matter, dear?” 

Your eyes flew back open. Unfortunately, his glamour was still in place, and it was Ziggy Stardust that gingerly approached your position by the door. And when he’d spoken, it wasn’t Loki’s voice you’d heard - it was the voice of David Bowie. 

Unsure of what to do with yourself, inundated and engulfed in sensations of the most flustered manner, you squeezed your eyes shut again. Your arms crossed and uncrossed, your knees locked and unlocked as your weight shifted back and forth. You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head again. 

“Loki, um…What the…” You had to pause to let out a deep, shaky breath, to run your hands up and down your face in a desperate attempt to wake from this very confusing dream. “What, um - are you doing, exactly?” 

The air around you warmed considerably as he stopped in front of you, and the amusement in Bowie’s voice, so smooth and so sure of himself, was more than palpable as he spoke. 

“Preparing for the masquerade, my dear. The same thing you were doing all afternoon.”

A gentle finger tilted your chin upwards, silently requesting that your eyes open again. When you did, it was Ziggy Stardust staring down at you from his impressive height, his expression curious and the unnecessarily tall boots he stood upon just making everything worse for you. 

You gasped breathlessly. Your brain almost melted entirely. The massive crush you’d had on David Bowie when you were 13 years old suddenly roared to life once more. You’d never told anyone about it, because everyone else your age was in love with the much more socially acceptable choices of Nick Carter or Justin Timberlake. Back then, admitting to a near-fatal attraction on an androgynous, bisexual and eccentric musician from the 1970s would have been akin to signing your own death warrant. 

Nowadays, such a crush was far more acceptable to have, but you thought those feelings had faded away with adolescence. There’d been no reason to bring it up, not even when you’d first introduced Loki to Bowie’s music. And now you were standing face-to-chest with the physical embodiment of your lie by omission. 

Overwhelmed once more, you backed away from him and covered your eyes. “Okay, can you - take those boots off, please? You’re already ridiculously taller than me, so you don’t need them…” 

“As you wish, darling.” 

His voice, though sincere, was still someone else’s. Admittedly, it was intoxicating to hear Bowie’s voice addressing you in such a loving, familiar tone - but it was also incredibly intimidating. You were already on the verge of collapse as it was; you didn’t need yet another reason to make a very rapid crash landing to the floor. 

Carefully, you let out a very slow breath to steady yourself. “And - can you also go back to using your voice, please?” 

There was a brief moment of silence, and a part of you wished you could see the enchanting smirk he almost certainly wore at that very moment. When he finally answered, it was in his own voice again, but it was just as amused as Bowie’s voice had been. 

“As you wish, darling.” 

You let out a shuddered sigh of relief, and your body relaxed somewhat. When you cracked open your eyelids from behind your fingers, he was still Ziggy, but the sight was a little easier to deal with now that he stood at his normal height and spoke with his actual voice. 

Now that he was closer, you took in the comforting notes of citrus and cedarwood on his skin, scents you knew to be Loki’s. You swallowed hard, your pupils dilated wildly as you finally allowed yourself to look him over. 

“You did this for the Halloween party?” you asked softly. 

Loki’s expression was much more reserved now, and he nodded earnestly. “Yes, I thought you would enjoy it. Is that not the case?” 

Your breath hitched as you reached out to touch him. Your fingertips brushed along the golden collar around his neck. The material was soft and pliable, not like the polyester you’d find on a cheap costume from a pop-up Halloween store. No, the fabric Loki wore was both real, and it wasn’t. It was the truth, but it was also a lie. He was both mortal and ethereal simultaneously. 

“And what made you choose this version of David Bowie to imitate?” 

The reimagined figure of Ziggy Stardust shrugged nonchalantly. His gaze, as intent and dedicated as ever, remained locked on your expression while your fingers drifted over to his shoulder pads, and then back down to the center of his chest. 

“Well, the other night you remarked on how much I supposedly resembled this particular mortal…” 

A shy smile pulled at your lips. “Okay, go on…” 

He reached out to caress your cheek, his thumb soft and solid against your skin. “And I was thinking about that film you showed me. The one that used music to tell its story…”

You stifled another giggle by pulling your lower lip between your teeth. Both of your hands found their way to his chest, one of them pulling the zipper of his jumpsuit until you could see just the barest hint of his chest hair. 

“A music video. The Space Oddity music video, specifically…” 

Ziggy, or Loki - whomever it was - donned a playful grin. “Yes, of course. With the oscillating, dark-green lines. I quite enjoyed that one…” 

You nodded absentmindedly. Your fingers, like they had a mind of their own, tugged the zipper down just a little bit further. Its metal teeth, crafted with the utmost precision possible, gave way and unlocked so easily to reveal even more of his skin, and your heart hammered inside your chest. 

It was impossible that Loki couldn’t see right through your expression, that he didn’t know about the salacious thoughts swirling around in your head. Like he’d expected you to have this very reaction, he gently slipped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, until you were pressed all the way against him. 

“Darling, I know that the stress of preparing for this particular soiree has been weighing heavily on your mind as of late…” he continued with a soft murmur as he delicately spun you both around and guided you back towards the bed. “And I wanted to do something to help alleviate that burden for you…” 

Your heart leapt violently into your throat. At first, it was the surprise that he’d noticed your inner turmoil that did you in, but then it shifted towards dismay over you apparently not hiding it as well as you thought you were. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied with an innocent smile as he slowly lowered you both down to the mattress. 

But yes, of course you’d been feeling tons of pressure lately about the party. The Avengers had all known about your relationship with Loki for a while, but the rest of the Tower still didn’t - and neither did the rest of the world. They were all going to find out at the Halloween party. 

Loki chuckled and allowed his weight to fully settle on top of yours. “What have I told you about good girls who like to lie, my love?” he murmured softly, his lips brushing teasingly against yours. 

While you didn’t really care what everyone else thought about you, what they thought about Loki was many magnitudes of greater importance. He was already in a very precarious situation as it was; depending on the pundit or publication, his every scowl was interpreted as one of disdain for the human race, his every word a threat that he was just moments away from leading another alien invasion. 

They already hated him, and they’d never forgive him for New York, no matter how well he’d behaved since. 

Your breath shuddered, and your fingers couldn’t help but tangle between the dark curls that were so effortlessly Loki’s. “That they should…do it more, probably?” 

Any mistake he made in the field was grounds for his dismissal, anytime he drank a glass of wine instead of a beer was his blatant attempt to dismantle democracy itself. His every move was overanalyzed and deciphered by a bunch of people who had never even met him, who never even cared to know what he was like behind closed doors or in private, when he actually felt safe to be himself. 

They didn’t even care that he’d been corrupted by measures of torture they’d never have been able to survive themselves. Or that it had been entirely against his will, or that even while his invasion was taking place, he was subtly laying the groundwork for the Avengers to be able to stop him in the first place. 

“A valiant attempt, darling, but we both know that wasn’t what I meant…” he whispered hotly, nippling at your jaw. He adjusted the angle of his hips, and he began to roll them against yours. 

You moaned softly in response. Your mind began to melt, this time in pleasure instead of shock. The juxtaposition of Loki and Bowie and Ziggy, though confusing at first, started to make sense. It scratched an itch you couldn’t possibly have guessed that you had, and it created an intense need deep within your soul.

Unable to resist him any further, you captured his lips in a fiery kiss, and he eagerly returned it. His mouth worked hard and fast against yours, in a brand new style of coruscating and devastating passion. Hot and heavy, the kiss tasted just like Loki’s always had, but now it contained an extra dose of stardust. 

Loki's hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones, his hips again rolling against yours. His breath was quick against your skin, his needy groans like music to your ears. This transcendental combination of the past and present, of both the mortal plane and of the stars themselves, somehow craved you this badly and he wasn’t even afraid to show it. 

It was so strange; Loki may have come from the stars, but somehow, he was still beholden to you here on Earth. 

Within moments your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Your tongue swiped at his bottom lip, requesting entry, and he granted it. Your hands drifted to his neck, his drifted to your thighs, and your bodies writhed together, eagerly, desperately, hungrily. 

The heat between you escalated even further - the kind of heat that usually precipitated the creation of a new star in the sky. Just as you began to yank the jumpsuit’s zipper down further, a shimmer of emerald washed down your bodies, effortlessly and fully undressing the both of you. 

You fucking loved it when he did that. 

Loki could use his magic to do anything he wanted; he could, and had already, used it to destroy, and to maim, and to control. But now he only used it to protect the ones he’d previously tried to conquer. Now he just used it to love - or when he couldn’t handle not being inside you for another second. 

His skin was hot against yours, his hands worshiped your curves. Your body stretched and arched underneath his, taking him in, making love to him like it was the very first time. It always felt that way, like you were floating one hundred thousand miles above the Earth, like the stars were finally within reach and only now could you actually reach them. 

Your fingernails dug into his hips. The sound of the creaking bed was soon drowned out by breathless moans against your ear, of prayers and curses and promises. Your toes curled, your eyelids fluttered shut. Wild movements crescendoed into the purest form of what you knew to be the truth: the Earth was blue, the moon was silver, and Loki’s love would always be with you no matter where he went. 

The orgasm ripped through you like a gravitational force collapsing the entire universe. Your muscles tensed, your body trembled underneath him. Pleasure seeped out of your pores and you cried out for him, incoherent and delirious. It felt like you had left your body entirely - remarkably disconnected from reality, but still safely anchored to him. 

Loki fell off the edge just after you did. His muscles contracted as he clung to you, his voice nothing but shameless groans and heated gasps. With parted lips and a heavy breath, he intertwined his fingers with yours, he buried his face into your neck, and together your bodies finally collapsed within that mutual satisfaction. 

An immeasurable length of time passed during the quiet contentment that followed, and by now, the sun had fully set. Unsure of whether you were just dozing or if you’d actually joined the astral plane, you allowed yourself to remain limp and boneless in his arms. Once again, gravity had no authority here, and you found peace just drifting aimlessly through the ever-growing expansion of outer space. 

“You never answered my earlier question, darling….” 

Loki’s demulcent voice gently pulled you back down to Earth. Your eyelids struggled to open underneath the pressure of the planet’s immense gravity, and suddenly you couldn’t remember anything that had transpired beforehand. 

“No, I’m...pretty sure I answered it already,” you replied with a false confidence, stretching your body against his in an obvious attempt to distract him. 

He chuckled and shifted with you, propping himself up on one elbow. His other hand traced a swirling pattern along your hip. “And I’m quite certain that you didn’t, love…”

For someone called the God of Mischief, he was surely determined to never let you get away with anything. You let out a laughing groan of frustration, and as your eyes opened, as you looked up into his, your breath vanished from your lungs. 

The stars looked so different now. They weren’t Ziggy’s, nor Bowie’s, anymore - they were Loki’s. His glamour had started to fail while you were making love, and now the large constellations of the deepest greens and blues, of Loki himself, were all that stared lovingly back at you. 

Loki grinned when he noticed the awe in your expression. His brow arched in a curious and teasing fashion when you couldn’t answer him. 

“My goodness, she’s turned into a cosmonaut and floated away, hasn’t she…?” he murmured softly, pretending to talk to himself. He took his fingers and made them dance against the sensitive skin of your neck to get your attention. “Hello, darling? Are you still there?” 

Almost immediately you were drowning in a fit of giggles. You scrunched up your shoulders and tried to squirm away, laughing and cursing at him while Loki continued his teasing. But his fingers, tender yet relentless on your sensitive skin, made it impossible to keep your eyes open or coordinate your muscles enough to put a stop to his attack. 

“Yes, hello? I was wondering if you’ve seen a beautiful girl in there?” he continued in that same vexatious tone, his hold on you tightening as he nuzzled his face to yours. “She’s my darling companion, and I’ve been missing her terribly. Can you tell her to come back to me, please?” 

You let out more breathless laughs, you made more desperate wriggles in his grasp. If you’d been able to see anything, you would have seen his cheeky grin and sparkling eyes, all lit up with mirth and devilry. There was absolutely nothing Loki loved more than play, and perhaps that was the true meaning of life anyway. 

But when you finally cried out for mercy, he instantly relented, granting you more benevolence within a single moment of play than he’d ever been given in centuries. And all things considered, Loki was still quite delicate in his handling of you. After all, he had gentleness woven deep within him - the kind that had developed out of defiance, not because it was taught, and that just made him all the more genuine. 

Dutifully, like it was an honor, he shifted your bodies so that he was on his back and you were nestled safely to his chest. Your leg curled around his, and after his fingers completed their soothing motions over the skin he’d just attacked, they moved in wide swoops along your back. 

“I suppose I should repeat my question then?” he murmured softly after kissing your temple. 

His skin, soft and smooth and pale, now smelled like an ancient fire that could burn his way through anything, if he’d wanted it to. It was intoxicating. You wondered if that was the same scent that had once filled the air of Asgard, if you’d ever get to experience it yourself someday. 

“Mmm, yeah. I think you should…” 

Loki cleared his throat, hesitating. His fingertips drifted up to the divot of your shoulder. “Did you truly not enjoy the costume I chose?” 

His voice was so quiet, so tender that it made your heart ache a little bit. You shifted on the bed, leaning up to look him in the eyes. 

“No, I did love it, Loki! It was really thoughtful of you, and for a second, I…” You smiled fondly, recalling the moment you first saw him, while one of your favorite songs ever blasted from your record player. “I really thought it was actually David Bowie, back from the dead…” 

Loki quirked an eyebrow. “And so naturally, your first reaction was to…laugh at it?” 

Your lips pursed together, trying to suppress another one. “Okay, I’m sorry about that. But I wasn’t laughing at the costume, it was honestly just…really overwhelming to walk in and see so unexpectedly…”

“Oh, you found it to be overwhelming, did you?” Loki grinned again, apparently possessing an infinite supply of them. “My poor little dearest, I’m afraid you only have yourself to blame for that.”

“Me?!” you laughed incredulously. “But I’m the victim here!”

So sure of himself, Loki gave a teasing nod. “Yes, you see, darling - I was in the process of choosing the appropriate level of detail for the illusion when you so rudely interrupted me…”

You maintained a playful, sarcastic expression as he explained himself. “Sure, sure. Or you could have just, you know…locked the bedroom door if you didn’t want to be interrupted…” 

Loki chucked and playfully swatted at your hip. “So then tell me, what about it was too much for you? I had already decided that the red hair was a bit excessive, but should I alter the clothing as well? The voice?” he asked, his hand now softly soothing the skin he’d just swatted. 

You silently thanked whatever it was other there that Loki had decided to keep his actual hair; it was one of his best features. Almost automatically, your fingers drifted through those gorgeous strands of caliginous curls, relishing in their strength and fluidity. He let out a tranquil hum when your touch grazed his scalp, and the sound was so effortless, so real, that nothing else could ever compare. 

Unfortunately, your thoughts then drifted towards far less pleasant topics. 

No one in their right mind could ever bring Loki’s capabilities as a sorcerer into question, especially not during battle. In fact, Wanda had previously expressed feelings of inadequacy when comparing her talents to his. But he had spent entire centuries perfecting his craft, he’d dedicated entire human lifetimes to his studies - to the point where most people remained completely unaware of its full extent once an illusion had been cast. 

A large part of that was because he preferred to remain an unanswerable question to everyone else, especially after the attack on New York. He’d rather they looked at his daggers instead of at his soul, or at the black heart he worried was the true source of his seidr. He didn’t want anyone to know what he was truly capable of, lest they fear him even more - or try to use his own knowledge against him. 

But if he wore the illusion of one of Bowie’s personas to the party - not dressed as, but if he actually was the physical embodiment of Ziggy Stardust come back to life - then everyone would know just how afraid of him they should be. You could see the fear-mongering op-ed headlines already - Former Alien Invader Transforms Himself into a Dead Rocker. What’s to Stop Him from Imitating the President Next? 

And the critics who didn’t make that massive jump towards an impossible conclusion? You already knew that if he wore the wrong costume to the party, they’d have even more reason to pick him apart; if they secretly loved his costume, they’d simply accuse him of pandering. There was literally no direction for him to go that wouldn’t result in more needless hatred being spewed at him. 

Even more pressing than all of that, what if they accused him of corrupting an innocent human when they learned about your relationship? You desperately didn’t want to make his life harder than it needed to be, but neither could you face bringing that concern up to him; what if he secretly agreed with them? What if he decided he was defiling your entire life just by existing within it?

What if he decided to leave you, in order to correct that grievous mistake? 

Your fingertips gently traced the angle of his jaw. His eyes drifted closed as he clearly savored your touch, and his expression was just so serene, so peaceful. You couldn’t let him sacrifice that tranquility for the sake of a party; Loki may not have needed your protection on the battlefield, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let him wander into danger back at home. 

“Well, maybe the issue is that you were using an illusion, instead of a costume…” 

His eyes fluttered open beneath a furrowed brow. His pupils widened before fixating on you. “I don’t understand. The goal is to become the subject in question, is it not?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh again; sometimes he surprised you with how human he was, and other times it was because of how alien he was. Letting out a slow breath, you pushed yourself up to sitting next to him. Your legs curled over to the side, and you draped yourself across his chest. 

“I think the real issue is that you might be slightly misunderstanding the point of a costume contest,” you began with a gentle smile. “Using magic to alter your appearance for a contest could be considered…cheating, by some people.” 

His expression was tender, but unrelenting. “I’m still not seeing the problem, darling. If I’m to become someone else in order to participate, then I’m going to become someone else…” 

“But the whole point is how much effort you put into the costume,” you explained with a gentle head tilt. “It’s about how creative you can be with either a limited skill set, or a small budget, or shortened time constraints…” 

You paused for a moment to let your words sink in before continuing.

“And I’m so sorry, but using magic just…isn’t that much effort for you. No matter how amazing or lifelike the illusion is.” 

He nodded, and his eyes flickered with understanding. For a very brief moment, he seemed to be taking your words to heart. But when his lips curved into a cheeky grin, you knew he was about to make another snarky comment. 

“You’re saying Stark will have a conniption if I win the costume contest at his own party? Is that it?” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes while matching his smile. It was actually incredible that he still had this much energy to devote towards acting like a total menace. “Yes, if it helps you to think about it like that, then that is exactly what I’m trying to say…” 

Loki continued thinking about your explanation for another moment, his gaze distant while his hand ran along the length of your arm. Eventually, the grin on his face slowly shifted towards one of true sincerity. 

“Alright then. What would you suggest I do instead?” 

You met his gaze with an even bigger smile of your own. All that remained of his illusion was a jagged, crimson lightning bolt stretching down his cheek, and you brought your fingertips down to gently trace along the bolt’s edges. His skin was so very soft, the transition between alabaster and crimson so seamless. It was only then that you remembered one of the purchases made earlier that day with Wanda and Nat. 

“Well, for starters…I think we ought to actually paint this design on your face.” 

Before he could even respond, you had already hopped out of bed - not that you would have responded to him anyway. And while wearing nothing but a scheming grin, you practically soared across the room, stopping just long enough to grab a few clothes from the bedroom floor on your way to the living room. 

“We ought to do what, darling?” Loki’s incredulous voice called out after you disappeared through the doorway. 

As you hurried into the living room, you bounced on one foot, and then the other, while pulling the pair of panties up to your hips. After clumsily slipping the t-shirt over your head and guiding your arms through its sleeves, you lowered down to your knees next to the shopping bags left by the front door. 

Did you have any experience with painting faces? None whatsoever.

Was that going to stop you now? Absolutely not. His illusion may have been overwhelming, but Loki’s inspiration of picking a David Bowie character for his Halloween costume was beyond perfect, and you were going to do whatever it took to make that idea a more feasible reality. 

Rummaging past the bright pink wig and the fringed flapper dress and the vampire fangs purchased earlier that day, you finally found it: a palette of Halloween make-up. The flat, rectangular box contained a few small brushes and a row of circular discs, each one filled with a different and very bright shade of creamy, metallic make-up. 

It was definitely a very cheap make-up set, and probably had way too many questionable ingredients that you’d never be able to fully investigate, but it should work just fine for this little trial - as long as Loki let you anywhere near him with it. You were sure that he would after batting your pretty little eyelashes at him. 

Back in the bedroom, you could hear him shifting on the bed. You shot back up to your feet. “Don’t get up! Just stay right there, Loki, I’m coming back!”

You carefully ripped into the package as you padded across the living room. Not only was this your first time painting someone’s face, but it might be the first time Loki’d ever had his face painted as well. A twinge of excitement, laced with a hint of unease, swam freely inside your veins; there was a good reason why your skillset had led you towards a career of getting beat up on a professional level, instead of towards a quieter, peaceful career of make-up artistry or hair-styling. 

Complicating matters even more was the fact that Loki was quite particular about his appearance. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin this newfound interest in the Halloween party. 

When you returned to the doorway of your bedroom, Loki was seated on the edge of your shared bed. His long legs were spread wide, with delicious expanses of thigh peeking out between the tousled sheets. His expression was dreamy and brooding as he ran a large hand through his midnight curls, like his thoughts were a hundred thousand miles away while he smoothed and detangled. 

His face lit up when he finally noticed you, but then it dropped when he saw what you were holding. “Please tell me that’s a joke. You’re joking with that, yes?” 

You grinned and shook your head like you were trying to fling your nervous energy into a nearby galaxy. “Not a chance. Scoot!” you laughed, waving your hand to get him to make room for you. 

He complied, but still let out a frustrated groan as he shifted to the middle of the bed and leaned back against the headboard. “Darling, be reasonable. I’m already getting a rash just looking at that preposterous concoction…” 

“Oh, come on! ” you whined, fluttering your eyelashes in a way you know he both loved and hated. “I know it’s not Armani, but you’ll survive a test run with it, right?” 

Loki sighed, and then he softly patted the mattress next to him. “You’re lucky you’re so damn adorable…” 

“I know. It’s a blessing and a curse for you, isn’t it?” 

Having won the first battle, you settled next to him on the bed. Your legs curled up underneath you, and with an innocent smile, you blinked at him once more, a silent request that he drop the final remainder of his illusion. The lightning bolt on his face disappeared with an emerald glimmer, and a playful smirk replaced it. 

“Yes, it is. And you’re going to be so very embarrassed if this folderol does actually kill me…” 

You carefully pried open the palette and dragged a brush through the creamy, red substance on the palette. “Oh, please. Of all the things that could kill you, it’s not going to be drug-store brand holiday make-up…” 

Starting at his forehead, you made gentle strokes against his skin, testing to see how well it absorbed the cream. As expected, it didn’t smear very well, the edges were smudged and uneven. But there was no need to panic just yet - it was still completely fixable. That is, as long as you avoided direct eye contact with him, or else you might become even more flustered than you already were. 

Loki’s gaze shifted as you worked, watching either your hands or your face depending on whether you were gathering color or painting his skin. His features were soft, his eyes still dreamy as he watched you work, but you carefully kept your attention towards the task at hand; his attention was like a black hole of colossal proportions, and once you were caught in it, the only thing keeping you from splitting into a million different strands of yourself was Loki himself. 

When he realized his alluring good-looks weren’t enough to distract you this time, he switched to a different tactic.

“Darling, do you really expect me to believe that Stark is allowing Miss Potts to paint his face for the party?” 

You snorted, expecting nothing less from someone called the God of Mischief. “If Tony knows what’s good for him, he is.”

As you pulled the brush across the bridge of his nose, Loki let out a chuckle and titled his head. “Is that some sort of veiled threat, darling? What happens if I refuse to cooperate with you?” 

That little movement was just enough to ruin what might have been a decent brush stroke, and it made you smear crimson down the length of his nose instead of diagonally across his cheek. 

“Hey, stop moving!” you gasped and laughed at the same time. “Or you’re gonna wind up looking even more ridiculous!” 

“Would it be rude to say that I find that difficult to believe, my love?” 

Ignoring his comment, you licked the tips of your finger and swiped it along the edges of the lightning bolt, trying to smooth it out. When the makeup just smeared instead of erasing neatly, a new rush of panic settled in your chest. You licked your finger again and rubbed it harder over his skin, and then you tried using your other, untainted fingers - but all that resulted in was the tips of those digits, and now your tongue, turning the brightest red to have ever existed. 

“Something the matter, darling?” Loki asked knowingly, repeating his earlier question. He pursed his lips together, just barely attempting to suppress a vindicated smile as he watched you struggle. “Is the inferior product you insisted upon ruining the homemade look you’d imagined for me?” 

Forcing your expression into one of neutrality required a tremendous amount of effort. “Nope. Everything’s going perfectly, my love,” you lied, switching the makeup palette to your other hand. Within seconds, the fingertips of both hands were traitorously stained with the truth. 

“Really? You’re absolutely sure about that, darling?” Loki asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he glanced at the make-up palette. “Please correct me if I’m mistaken, but there seems to be more tint on your fingers than what’s left in the container…” 

Your face scrunched up in amused frustration, and the unpleasant taste of chemicals and oils now completely coated your tongue. “Mmhmm, this is a…totally normal part of the process.” 

His comments were just making everything worse, but you were still determined to see this attempt through to the end. At that point, the makeup palette was discarded entirely and soon became lost within the bed sheets as you pushed yourself up to your knees and shifted closer to him. You took the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it up in a desperate attempt to finally fix the bolt’s outline and salvage your work. 

You swiped the soft fabric down the length of his nose, but the make-up must have believed your t-shirt to be a brush, and all you did was push the red deeper into his skin. Silently cursing yourself, you pulled your t-shirt up further and tried to focus on gathering as much color as possible. Secretly though, you prayed that effectively flashing him like this would distract him from making more teasing comments at your expense. 

But that didn’t quite work either, and Loki’s chuckle from behind your t-shirt was both leery and leering. 

“And now you’ve resorted to seduction as a means of distraction from your lies…” he purred, the sound almost a growl as he brought his hands to your waist. “I’d say our relationship might be having a negative effect on your morality, darling, but you’d be much better at this if it was…” 

You were still determined not to let him win, even as a shuddered breath tumbled from your lips. Your heart beat faster in your chest as the entire front of your t-shirt became tinted with red, and your face warmed from the feel of his hands gliding down to your hips. 

“It’s fine! It’s fine, Loki. Trust me, I’ve done this a million - ” 

“Sweetheart.” 

Loki’s voice was kind but firm when he interrupted. He leaned back as he pulled your shirt down, revealing the devastation on his face that your attempts to fix had caused. “Please just admit that you’re not very good at this…” 

You gasped and clamped a hand over your mouth. There was red everywhere - in his eyebrows and his eyelashes, across his right cheek and somehow, underneath his chin. The combination of mess on his both serious and amused expression was a horrifying, delightful sight, and you only barely managed to swallow the giggle bubbling in your throat. 

Loki arched a suspicious eyebrow. He flicked his wrist and produced a small, handheld mirror with his seidr, and he stared at you expectantly - granting you one final opportunity to come clean, as it were. 

“Come on, darling. I will love you no less if you just admit it.” 

But you couldn’t; all you could manage was to laugh, cover your eyes and brace for the inevitable as he finally looked at his reflection. 

“This is absolutely marvelous, darling,” he finally replied in a wry tone of voice. 

You shook while trying to suppress another laugh, but it was all over now. He’d seen the abominable, unskilled attempt at facial decoration you’d left on his skin, and you knew he was never going to let you hear the end of it despite the fact that he was laughing too. 

“And you were absolutely right, this is so much better than using magic. Perhaps I should go into battle like this. I could simply frighten our enemies to death…” 

You let out a heavy laugh of defeat and let your hands fall to your thighs. You were sure there was probably red make-up smudged all over your own face as well now, but you didn’t care anymore. “Alright, so. Maybe I’m not that great at painting faces…” 

“Oh, on the contrary, sweet girl…” Loki chuckled as he tossed the mirror away and pulled you closer, settling you over his lap. He leaned up and nuzzled his nose to yours. “This is impeccable work. Stunning, even…” 

“No, stop it! You’re making a mess!” you laughed and tried to look away, but his face followed yours, no doubt just smearing even more make-up all over each other. “Loki! You’re ruining all of my hard work!” 

His arms tightened around you. He began to kiss and nip at your jaw, your nose, your neck. “Or am I making it more authentic? Did you ever think about that, darling?” 

Resigning yourself to retaliation at Loki’s level, you matched his every kiss and nip with another to his jaw, his nose, his neck. He let out an encouraging chuckle and cupped your jaw with his hands, angling your face properly to his. When your lips finally met, he let out a soft hum, and then his kiss shifted into one of reassurance. 

Your arms slid around his neck as he leaned back against the headboard. His lips moved slowly and tenderly as he held you close to his chest, and they said everything that you needed to know. This was okay, he was okay. Aside from a few errant, washable streaks of crimson on his face, nothing real was actually amiss here. 

He may have been teasing you before, but he was also loving you. The experiment had yielded far less than stellar results, but that was still okay. A suitable ensemble for the party would be found eventually - or perhaps just better make-up products - and the two of you were still going to have as much fun as someone could have at a corporate holiday party, even if there were a few extra pairs of wandering eyes there. 

After another moment or two, the kiss broke naturally. You let out a slow breath and pressed your forehead to his. “Alright, I fully admit that I completely suck at face-painting. We don’t have to go down that route…” 

Loki smiled and nodded. A glimmering wash of emerald erased any evidence of red from all skin and clothing. “Yes, I’m quite certain that we can come up with something else…” 

By revealing his mortal partner to the world, you’d hoped it would soften the rough edges of Loki that his detractors wanted to keep illuminated underneath a hateful microscope. You’d wanted to protect him, to make his life simpler, to possibly ease his troubled integration on the planet he’d once tried to subjugate. 

But the relaxed smile on his lips told you that he didn’t need you to do any of those things. Loki was from the stars, yes, but he only ever clung to one specific thing. He may have come from on high, his perspective and past experiences originating from a millennia away from yours, but he was still here, looking at you. Loving only you.

You were his, and he was yours. No amount of criticism, or any blades held to his throat, or cruel darts thrown at his loving eyes were ever going to avert his gaze. They could make him climb mountains on mountains to get to you, but as long as there were sunbirds to soar back down with, then it was all worth it, wasn’t it? 

Your hands slid into his hair, gently tangling themselves within his dark curls. Your eyes roamed slowly over his angular features and icy blue eyes, admiring the planes of his cheekbones and the true depth of his gaze that simultaneously showcased both the wide expanse of outer space and your own reflection within his irises. 

Loki was timeless. He was broken and hopeful, grateful and almost too intelligent to not know better. He was pensive, and he understood light and dark better than anyone else you’d ever met. The noir shadows of his heart were what had initially drawn you in, but the hidden brilliance of his glowing soul was what had made you stay. 

A new idea coalesced inside your heart, and you settled your hips to his with a sly grin. “Are you by any chance familiar with my favorite David Bowie persona?” 

Loki smiled again, but this time he shook his head. “Are you really only telling me now that the Space Oddity himself is not your favorite persona of his?” he murmured curiously. 

You bit your lip and reached for your laptop on the nightstand, eager to introduce him to something brand new once more.

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[caelesjjk]

make me your villain - collab

If you’ve ever wondered how the story might have ended differently if the villain got the girl, you’ve come to the right place.

Everyone loves a bit of a morally grey villain who is only good for that one particular person. The kind that would watch the world burn for you and never think twice about it. The kind that are deadly but also deadly hot.

In this collab you’ll find an array of retold stories with that villainous twist. Please look forward to them in the coming months, as there’s no particular posting time.

TBA

Title: The Price Written by: @daechwitatamic Genre: Snow White and the Huntsman!au, angst, smut, unhappy ending Pairing: Snow White!Yoongi x Hunts(wo)man!reader Summary: The Queen is responsible for everything you can claim: your home, your job, your freedom. You live without laying claim to anything else, lest the Queen leverage more pieces of you in exchange for her grace. But freedom isn’t free, and the Queen has just named her price: the young blacksmith, Min Yoongi.

Title: The Surface Written by: @moni-logues Pairing: prince merman!Hoseok x sea witch!reader Genre: fairytale AU/The Little Mermaid AU, angst, smut Summary: Prince Hoseok has only ever wanted one thing: to experience life on the Surface. You have only ever wanted Prince Hoseok. When he comes to you, desperate, claiming you are the only one who can help him, you decide to play along. You'll help him achieve his dream and maybe you'll satisfy your own dream, too.

Title: Red Written by: @sailoryooons Pairing: Werewolf!Namjoon x f. reader Genre: Supernatural, thriller, smut Summary: For as long as you can remember, your village has been relatively normal. But when people begin to turn up dead right after a group of newcomers arrive, pieces of your past start to fall into place, and something feels familiar - particularly the quiet man who can't take his eyes off of you.

Title: A Good Day To Die Written by: @here4kpopfics Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: Robin Hood!au, enemies to lovers, smut, violence, royal shenanigans. Summary: With a royal wedding looming around the corner, everyone is running around in circles to make sure everything goes according to plan. Three days before the wedding, however, the princess is kidnapped by the infamous outlaw, Park Jimin. Or was she?

Title: Serpent & Nightingale Written by: @caelesjjk Pairing: Captain Hook!Taehyung x f. reader (grown version of Wendy) Genre: Peter Pan AU, Fairytale AU, Villain gets the girl, angst, smut Summary: You needed to escape him. You needed to get as far away as you could so he could never bring you back. So you make a deal with the pirate you’ve been told to loathe most of your life. The pirate that you read stories to when you were a child when had no other way to save him. The pirate who insists you seal your deal with a kiss in order to board the Jolly Roger and join him in Evernight, the island he calls home.

Title: Golden Shackles Written by: @gimmethatagustd Pairing: sorcerer!jungkook x genie!(f)reader Genre: Aladdin AU, fantasy, royalty, angst, smut Summary: For thousands of years, you’ve been forced to grant the wishes of greedy men who want nothing but power. When you fall into the hands of a royal imposter, it’s his rival for the throne who becomes your only hope for freedom.

[rcksmith]

Brick by Brick - Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Heyy, I wanted to request a Kaz Brekker x reader fic where y/n is Pekka Rollins' innocent and naive daughter, and she stumbles across Kaz when he breaks into Pekka's house. Kaz tells her to stay quiet and stuff and y/n obviously has no idea who Kaz is, only that he's handsome as fuck and she kinda falls in love with him despite the fact that he's literally robbing her father

Love, anon :3

P.S. I love your writing.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Thank you very much for your kindness and sorry for the delay. I love you. My loves, requests are open and I am banning Kaz's smut request rules. U can ask for anything in the original universe, without being in a UA. I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Ketterdam was not a good place. It wasn't safe, it wasn't pretty, it wasn't healthy. Every dark corner, every ghostly street, every edge whispering curses, was fulfilled the entire list of unholy sins and harbored monsters as horrible as the harbor rats on the coast. If the soil in that place was cursed, the people were demons.

Pekka Rollin’s knew this like he knew how to count kruger. He was one of those monsters. He taught profanity and stained the ground on which his feet walked with innocent blood. Pekka destroyed homes, hopes, kicked people's dreams and hit each one soul with his staff of damnation.

Each one.

Because of it that he kept his daughter under lock and key from the ugly world, far from that wretched city that he himself helped build the horrors and desolations. Maybe it was out of love, maybe it was out of sensitivity. Or maybe it was because you were the only healthy and intelligent heiress capable of leading his empire one day. You represent too many precious things for him to risk losing control over you. Maybe Pekka would never be able to love anything or anyone other than his own greed.

Whatever it was, he covered your eyes to Ketterdam. He decorated the blood-stained walls with sparkling pink and said to you that the smoke that covered the tops of Ketterdam's houses at night was Aladdin's magical fog, which pointed the way to a cave full of treasures, and not that it was the incinerated bodies of his enemies, nosy people and families who starved to death on their land. Pekka deceived you with pretty tales that the big mansion you lived in was because he would always give you the best, and not that it was bought with money stolen from honest people and that he liked to see in material forms the extent of his capabilities of evil. Like a trophy.

Rollin’s wove the ties around your limbs like a cursed puppet, and pulled your strings according to his unscrupulous interests of greed. For all of Ketterdam, Pekka was a demon of the worst kind. But for you, he was a bearded, loving father who made you see magic and romance in every corner of that city condemned by God.

The worst types of monsters were those who tricked and manipulated their children like pawns in a game of chess. But, again, perhaps Pekka wasn't capable of loving anything other than his own greed.  And, if the price for having an heir who agreed, trusted him for the rest of the life, who would follow in his footsteps and obey all his order, was to make you believe in his goodness, in the beauty of a life with him only to implant wonderful - and illusory -  memories in your childhood, so be it. After all, you were a girl, and in his view, girls were sentimental. So how would you go against him in the future, or not act according to his orders or not run his business as he wanted when he was too old, if you only had memories of him being an excellent and loving father? You will feel so guilty! You would fall under the weight of your own mind's arguments that everything he once did was to protect and give you the best, so your only obligation would be to be a good girl and return the favor by obeying your father's orders.

Loyalty.

Maybe, if you were someone else and this was a different story, you would have realized the hoax at 16 years old. Maybe you would have born with a strong, inquisitive and responsive personality. Maybe you would have developed that spark and fire that wouldn't let you lower your head to any man, that would make you stamp your foot on the ground, lift your chin with petulance and unravel the mysteries of that dark empire alone and take justice into your own hands.

But this was no different story. And you were just you.

You were born with a sweet aura and gentle personality. You liked butterflies and flowers since birth because their color and beauty attracted you and made you smile. Your romantic nature was not only accepted by your father, but encouraged and recharged every day - for his dark game. 

For 19 years you lived in the theatrical farce that Pekka created with monstrous hands, believing and agreeing with every story in your bubble. But the blame can never fall on the shoulders of the pure in heart, who blindly believed in words and stories just because it didn't have a single wave of malice or disbelief in the veins. One should never condemn the soul that was born naturally sweet and destined to be the breath of light that such a terrible world as Ketterdam needed. 

 You believed in love, fairy tales and pure honesty, and that was not a defect. The Herculean guilt should fall on the shoulders of the devil who abused the innocence of a girl for his greedy benefit.

In your perfect world manipulated and distorted by the unscrupulous Pekka, you blossomed like a dazzling lily in the middle of Plato's allegory of The Cave. You acted with honesty, patience and affection towards everyone who crossed your path: employees, cooks, gardeners, bakers, painters, stylists, delivery people, friends of your father.

You were, genuinely, a kind soul. Your interests were related to literature, cooking and painting, your heart vibrated with the sunset, with the first snowflake falling to the ground and how twilight seemed even more stunning in books when they portrayed a couple in love beneath it.

You always saw the poetic, lyrical, angelic side of life, with the eyes of an artist and a passionate soul, smelling mystery and romance in the air when others only smelled wet grass because of the rain.

And being like that was, perhaps, the reason for your downfall.

It was three o'clock in the morning on a Friday the thirteenth. A combination so full of superticities, curses, fears and prague. While some saw that day and time as a condemned and satanic sign, you saw it as something mystical, mysterious and enigmatic. And maybe that was your mistake. Maybe you should be careful about the things you think, the things you wish. Maybe three in the morning on a Friday really was the devil's time. Because as you crossed the hallway of the mansion's library, unable to sleep, you saw him.

Dressed in black like the darkness outside. Skin as white as the moon's glow. Hair personified as a raven's feathers. He seemed to belong to the mysteries and occultism of the world as sin belonged to hell. The huge Victorian window behind illuminated him like an apparition, a mirage, a nightmare…an erotic dream. Or like a demon.

You should have screamed. You should have ran away. You should have done something other than get stuck in that same place, anything other than feeling inside you squirms and something sinks into your belly like warm honey.

His eyes, as blue as the deadly waters of icy Fjerda, were fixed on you with as much intensity as the dangers of Shadow Fold. For a split second, a human emotion passed through those irises; surprise?

An inattentive observer would not have noticed such a tiny sign, but you lived 19 years analyzing every detail of life.

Would a demon have such a mundane emotion?

“Who are you?” Your voice came out like a breath in winter. 

Your concentration should have been on your dad book under that man's arm, but it wasn't.

A single thick, black eyebrow of his was arched, and only there were you able to run your eyes over the details of his appearance.

“Do you always ask questions for thieves?” His voice was like the scratching of sand on a stone, like a withered willow branch brushing against human skin.

That man, in his entirety, seemed to have come out of the dark romance books that you read hidden in your room in the early hours of the morning. You should have focused on the fact that he just called himself a thief, not the way your soul seemed to be shivering because of his voice.

“Or you´re just stupid?” the thief continued.

Kaz never made decisions based on fear. Only in despair. 

His analytical mind rewound every step of the years he spent investigating Pekka Rollin's; every detail, every day, every season, every strand of gray that appeared in Pekka's red hair. Where had Kaz gone wrong? Pekka had no children. And Kaz made no mistakes. Never. But the girl in front of him, too curious for her own good and common sense, had too similar traits to Pekka to be anything other than his daughter.

Desperation hit.

This made EVERYTHING infinitely more Herculaneum. Your existence meant that Pekka had many more secrets than the Kaz discovered in their constant meticulous investigation. You were a loophole, and that meant there could be others. Loopholes that Kaz had no idea about. Kaz Brekker felt naked, even though he was covered from toes to neck. Being without clothes wouldn't have bothered him any more than the damn fact that he hadn't come up with the perfect plan. He failed. And that disturbed him deeply.

Suddenly, that library seemed sneaky and questionable, even though Brekker had studied the layout of the mansion for months.

How the fuck did he didn't have the knowledge about that girl?!

A daughter meant many things. But being caught by his daughter created a LOT of problems. Problems involving Kaz Brekker on a gallows.

Fucking hell.

The Barril's bastard waited for a scream, for an accusation, waited for the guards to be alerted at any moment and…the silence was sepulcher. A silence so solemn that he heard the sound of his own blood running through his veins. None of his muscles relaxed, but the part of his brain that worked in despair was activated.

Or he could kill you. But a body would add an extreme problem and…

‘’Who are you?’’ Your voice was so feminine that for a second Kaz thought he had fallen backwards and landed in a bed of roses.

Which was bullshit. Because he never falls. And he had never touched a rose in his entire life

Were you really talking to the man who was robbing your house?! Where was your instinct?! Your common sense?! Your discernment?! And where, by the damned Saints, were you all these years?

“…you don’t look like a thief’ That voice again. That damn voice that made him think of roses he never touched.

Why didn't you shut up and run away?

“Have you seen enough thieves to know one?” Normally Kaz had higher control, but he couldn't hold back his whip tongue, which seemed somehow wanting to hurt you the same way he was being hurt.

That atypical creature blushed. You blushed! For the love of the saints! Who blushes face to face with imminent danger?! Were you stupid or just terribly naive?! And why did that sweet blush remind him once again of a rose?

Bloody hell, where have you been all these years?! Why didn't anyone tell him about you?!

“No’’ you replied like a little animal being caught biting the sofa “but common thieves wouldn’t have that much intelligence to be able to bypass the security of this entire mansion’’

You had a point. But why were you worried about arguing with a damn thief instead of running away?

“That's yet another reason why you should keep your mouth shut about what you're seeing here.” His voice dropped to deeper, more threatening tones. “Bypass security is not as difficult for me, just like hiding a body''

That should have scared you. It made you scared; but with less than it really should. He was threatening you with death, his voice as cold and hoarse as a grim reaper, his eyes as serious as prophecies of the apocalypse. So why you could only think that this about him was overwhelmingly enthralling?

Maybe it was because there was a lack of excitement in your life, maybe it was because you've read a lot of erotic books about mysterious men entering the towers at night and taking the girl away, or maybe it was because Pekka deprived you of the world so much that he left you unaware of the true gravitas of situations. Whatever it was, there was something that grounded you like the roots of ancient trees, something that made you want to look at that thief more closely. Perhaps you liked the danger... That nameless man represented a large part of all the danger of Ketterdam that was so diligently hidden from you for 19 years. He represented death. But he also represented the new, the mystery, the unknown. And you, romantic by nature, loved the occult and its secrets. That man came from a world of shadows, mists, risks, deaths. Where every night was full of adrenaline and every second was a fight to stay alive. He smelled like the ghostly five a.m. fog that you watched envelop the mansion every winter, that made your heart clench with the feeling that there was so much more to the world than you knew. Very quickly, Kaz - even though you didn't know his name yet - became everything you'd always wanted to know, but had always been deprived of.

Once again, you weren't a different person to know about Pekka's disgusting game, but you were romantic enough to feel your soul begging for adventure. Even if these adventures meant ruin. A downfall.

Did it only take one handsome, mistery man for you to throw all your comfort in life out the window and want to ruin yourself with him? Want to get lost with him? The same stranger who just threatened to kill you? Apparently, yes.

You took a step into the library, and Kaz stood firm on the ground, his blue eyes boring into yours like a shining knife. Brekker thought you were extremely naive. Who knew that damn Pekka Rollin's daughter would be so pure? He would bet the Crow Club on the certainty that, if Pekka saw you now, he would have a heart attack. The monster sure had kept you in a little pink bubble your entire life, given that you seemed to not have a single ounce of survival instinct left in you. And how would you have? You certainly didn't know what pain, loss, hunger, cruelty were. This was comical and irritating to Brekker. You were a daddy's little girl. But it was in these waters of thought that his ship hit one fact: you must be very valuable to Pekka. Because otherwise that idiot wouldn't have made so many efforts to hide you from the entire world. To hide the wrong eyes from you. Eyes like Kaz's.

A shiver ran through Brekker's body; a damn good chill, a note of music he'd been waiting to hear his whole life. Revenge.

Brick by brick.

Oh, how ironic fate was. The boy who lost everything at Pekka's hands, was face to face with what was everything for the man. Like a breaking violin string, you have become the most valuable item in all of Ketterdam to be stolen. The most valuable item for Kaz Brekker.

The corner of his mouth turned up, as if pulled by the devil's rope as he set the book down again. He had something else to take away.

Kaz advanced towards yoou. And suddenly, as fast as lightning that cuts through the darkness, everything in your vision turned black and you fell into the abyss of unconsciousness as something pressed against your nose and mouth.