#finally got it in but now my left earlobe Hates Me With A Passion. oh well

[nowendil]

aw fuck. made my earlobe piecing bleed while trying to change it. again

[teoraeken]

morning after | theo x reader

pairing: theo raeken x reader warning: smut, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink, name calling (use of the word slut), some angst summary: spending the night at theo's wasn't your plan, nor was sleeping with him but despite all that, he somehow convinces you to stay for the morning.

you had wished your head was pounding, throat dry, any indication of a hangover but none of those symptoms plagued your body. in fact, the previous night you hadn't drank a single drop of alcohol.

you hated the situation you were stuck in: being almost naked in theo raekens bed.

he was bad, actually, one of the baddest, and yet you fell for his charms, his annoyingly handsome smirk, and that body, oh god, you felt yourself squirm thinking about the things he did the night before.

you felt him move beside you, his arm draped across your waist, keeping you in place. if you moved, he'd wake up and you didn't want that. you didn't want the awkward conversation between the guy you just had sex with.

surely, you thought, he'd leave the second he wakes up so you waited.

and waited.

after what it felt like hours, you decided to move your body, looking for a chance to move yourself out of his grasp.

you turned to your side, facing way from theo.

he lets out a groan, you curse yourself for finding it attractive.

he moves with you, pulling you back to his chest, his nose nuzzling against your neck.

you froze at his actions, this was a surprise. who knew theo raeken would be a cuddler?

he then began to place kisses on your neck, his hold on your waist tightening, pulling you flush against him.

you let out an involuntary moan, feeling his clothed erection press against your butt, he thrusts forward.

"morning," he says, his voice gruff and deep, damn his morning voice.

he continues his actions, kissing your neck, now grazing his teeth lightly on you, making you shudder.

"it's pretty nice," his lips close to the shell of your ear, "waking up to an angel like you," he softly nips at your earlobe, a sigh escaping your lips.

"theo-"

"-like how you say my name," he says, "like it more when you're screaming it though."

his arm around your waist loosens his hold on you, his fingers begin to creep up.

"w-what are you doing?" you ask, feeling his hand cup your breast.

"what do you think baby? i'm touching you." he says nonchalantly, his fingers teasing your nipple.

you bite down a moan, your ass pressing into his crotch at his sudden actions.

his other hand grips your waist, thrusting forward into your ass.

"got me so hard baby, fuck, can't wait to be inside you again."

you whimper at his words, in combination to him playing with your breast, you were already so wet.

"theo, fuck," you cry out.

"use your words baby, tell me what you want."

"i want you to fuck me," you say, "i want your fingers inside me, fuck, please," you let your inhibitions go, you already fucked him before, what's there to lose?

"yeah baby, beg for me, beg for my cock, tell me how much you want this big dick inside you."

half of you wanted to slap him for his words, the other wanted nothing but his cock buried deep inside you, you let out another moan.

"need your big cock theo, need you deep inside me, fuck," you exhaled harshly, feeling his other hand begin to play with your clit, the other still playing with your nipple, “make me cum!” 

"you're dripping, so wet for me," he slips a finger inside, "fuck your pussy is gripping on me so tight," he adds another finger in, you start thrusting in junction to his actions.

"humping my fucking hand (y/n)?" he grins cheekily "fuck yourself on my hand, let me feel how much you need me."

you shut your eyes tightly, biting down on your lip as you ground yourself down on his hand, all the while theo continued peppering your skin with bite marks, you lost yourself, screaming his name as you came on his hand instantly.

"fuck, (y/n)," he groans, continuing to pump his digits inside you, your oversensitive walls contracting, making you cry out from the overstimulation.

"theo!" you yell out, finally grabbing his wrist to prevent him from doing anything further.

"p-please, i need- fuck, i need a second," you say weakly, biting down on your bottom lip. 

theo turns you around so the two of you were facing each other and leans in for a kiss, a soft one, much to your surprise.

he pushes you softly onto the mattress, pinning your arms above your head, he continues to kiss you passionately, your hands pressed on his chest.

his lips were soft and addicting, you thought you could kiss him for hours, though in reality you'd be too impatient and want him to fuck you instead.

he grinds his crotch on yours, your back arching from the bed.

"the second’s over?" he teases you, his free hand playing with the waistband of your panties.

"theo please," you whine.

"please what baby?"

you bite down on your lip, pouting at him, you found out last night he had a weakness for your lips.

his eyes flash gold for a moment, returning back to his brown eyes.

"theo, you know what i want." you pull one of your hands out of his hold, trailing from his chest down to the waistband and of his boxers, you grab the shaft of his thick erection, "want this cock in me, daddy." you smirk.

in seconds, your panties were ripped off of you, his underwear gone as well. his eyes glowing gold, he aligns his cock to your entrance, filling you completely.

"oh god!" you cry out, theo’s grip still on one of your wrists, his other hand grabbing your breast as he thrust himself in and out of you.

"fuck, daddy!" you cry out, “fuck me harder!”

you could have sworn he gotten bigger inside you, his thrusts grew deeper and deeper, endless moans escaping your lips and you couldn't care less.

“dirty aren't you princess? didn't think you'd be into this shit, fuck, you're so sexy, so needy of daddy's cock. you like that huh, being daddy's slut."

his eyes still gold, his gaze piercing through your body.

"yes! daddy!" you yell out, feeling your walls clamp harder on his cock.

"my pretty little slut, needing daddy's cock inside her." he grins, loving how responsive you were.

“yes, yes, yes!” 

“god, your pussy is heaven princess, gonna fuck you so hard,” he takes a deep breath, “gonna fuck you everywhere, you’d like that, huh? want daddy to fuck you outside, show the world how much of a pretty little cockslut you are for daddy.” 

your walls clenched harder on theo’s cock at the thought of being fucked by him in a public area. you’d never do it but the thrill of being caught aroused you. 

"such a naughty girl, wanting her pussy to be fucked wherever daddy wants.”

“t-theo please!” 

“i can't last long with you gripping on me like this, fuck, cum for daddy, cum on my cock princess."

"daddy! fuck, i'm so close, cum inside me please! i need your cum!"

theo lets out a grunt, burying his face into your neck, he lets go of your wrist and holds your waist instead, gripping it tightly.

"cum for daddy princess, let me feel you baby, cum for daddy, cum on my cock like a good little slut.”

it frustrates you to no end how much you enjoyed this. his harsh words only riled you up.

"fuck, i'm so close, please daddy, harder!"

you felt his other hand slip down between the two of you, he rubbed your clit furiously, his thick cock stretching your walls, his head hitting your gspot dead-on. moan after moan escaped your lips, theo’s grunts pushed you further to the brink. 

“please daddy, cum inside me, i’m your little cockslut, please daddy!”

"you're mine (y/n), only mine,” 

"yes daddy!" you cry out, "i'm cumming fuck fuck fu-ck, theeeeooooo!"

his grip on your waist tightens, you're sure it was gonna leave a bruise but you didn't care, you were cumming so hard, theo ruined every guy after him.

"cum inside me daddy,” you cried, “mark me!” 

theo growled against your skin, thrusting deeply, spilling his seed deep inside you, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he continued to thrust in and out of you. you couldn’t help but match his thrusts, squirting on his cock as he pumped long, thick ropes of cum inside you, whimpers left your lips as the two of you came down from your high. 

theo lies down on top of you, harsh breaths filled the room, you closed your eyes as he rests his head on the crook of your neck.

that same feeling of shame creeps back into your body as you realized, you had mindblowing sex with theo raeken, again.

as much as you enjoyed it, theo was a bad boy and bad boys only break hearts. you didn’t want to become another name on his list of broken hearts; you were too smart for that.

so at least you thought.

you squirmed under his body, silently signaling to him that you wanted him to move.

“um, i think we should clean up.” you say softly.

theo hums in agreement, his warm breath tickling your skin.

you only had sex with him twice and already his touch made you feel so hot. this was bad.

“hold up,” he says, reaching for an old tshirt that hung on his bedpost.

he places the shirt where you two are connected and slowly pulls out, catching the mixed fluids of the two of you. he quickly gets up from the bed and into the bathroom, leaving you alone on his bed.

you start getting up, letting out a sigh as you start to look for your clothes around his room.

he comes back holding a small washcloth and hands it to you.

you ignore the warm feeling growing in your chest, this is common courtesy you tell yourself. you begin to clean yourself off, taking mental note where all your belongings were.

“i-i should go now...” you say, biting down on your bottom lip, looking at theo as he simply stares back at you.

a small frown grows on his lips at your words, he nods his head.

“the bathrooms on the right, you can freshen up before you go.”

—

after a hot shower, you feel renewed. for a moment you forgot where you were or what just happened, a moment of bliss before the storm.

you turn off the water and grab the towel that hung next to the tub, wrapping it around your body you walk towards the sink, finally giving yourself a good look.

you look at your reflection, stunned. your neck was covered in varying splotches of purple and dark red, your lips visibly plumper than usual from the amount of times you kissed theo, you touch your cheek, feeling them start to heat up as your mind gets flooded of the memories of theo.

you ignored it for as long as you can, pushing away all the feelings you’ve felt for the local bad boy.

dressing quickly in the clothes you wore the night before, ignoring the pounding of your heart as you make it out the bathroom. you walk back into his room, surprised that it was already clean and your bag placed on top of the bed.

you grab it and make your way out, hoping you could make a quiet escape.

as you turn you walk into his chest, a tiny yelp coming from your lips.

“sorry babe, didn’t mean to startle you.” he says, amused.

you shake your head, “it’s okay, i-i didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“in my room?”

you mentally facepalmed yourself.

“right, yes, uhm...” you let out a forced chuckle, you didn’t want to meet his gaze.

cause you knew the moment you looked into his brown eyes, he’d get you to stay forever, if he asked.

“well- okaybye!” you accidentally shout, pushing past him and walking out of his room, looking for the front door.

you almost make it to the front door when theo grabs you by your arm, pulling you back to face him.

“did i do something wrong?” he asks, confused by your actions.

you finally look into his eyes, surprised you see... sadness?

“i need to go back home, my parents are probably worried i didn’t come back home.” you lie.

your parents were gone for the weekend and you had your house to yourself.

theo loosens his grip on your arm, nodding his head, knowing you lied to him but he lets you go.

you turn for the door again, but look back, “this stays between us.” you say before shutting the door, running towards the direction of your house.

—

it had been weeks since you last saw theo, hundreds of unanswered texts and missed calls later and you wanted to bury him in the past.

honestly after the whole situation you thought things would go back to normal, that the two of you would return to your typical “friends but not really friends cause he tried to kill your best friends at one point” relationship but theo made it difficult.

when the pack would hang out he’d do his best to be near you or just be around you any way he could.

malia asked you after hanging out if there was something going on cause your heart rate would always be so high when he was around.

lydia definitely knew what was going on but she didn’t want to pry; she knew you’d tell her when you’re ready.

you told scott a few days after it happened, not being able to tell your best friend sucked and you couldn’t keep it bottled up inside you any longer.

“you could talk to him y’know.” he said.

“talk about what?!”

“what this all means? i mean clearly, you have feelings for the guy and don’t lie, i’d know.”

“doesn’t mean i don’t want to like him.”

scott looks at you as if you sprouted horns on your forehead, “you know that sounds ridiculous right?”

“whats ridiculous is you scott mccall, you’re convincing me to talk to theo.”

“it seems like the right thing to do. after all, you basically ran out of his house after sleeping with him.”

“ugh don’t remind me.”

“nah, i won’t live this down. i called it when he came back, i knew you’d like him.” he grinned.

“your type is tortured soul but with a tiny glimmer of hope. stiles was totally right about your crush on isaac.”

you groan, slapping your best friends arm, as if that was gonna do any damage.

“but seriously, talk to him. just see where it goes.” he shrugs his shoulders.

“what kind of dimension did we just walk into where scott mccall convinces me to work things out with theo raeken.”

“the same dimension where you had sex with him.”

“SCOTT!”

—

you let out a sigh, standing in front of theo’s front door. you press on the door bell, maybe he isn’t home. you hoped.

you hear footsteps from the inside and quickly you see his familiar (and handsome) face.

“hey,” you say softly, unsure of how to start. “can i come in to talk?”

theo rolls his eyes at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“why, we can talk out here.” he says coldly.

okay i deserve that.

“just, please?” you give him a pleading look, in which theo absolutely tries his best to keep glaring at you, but failing.

after a few seconds of silence, he sighs, moving out of the doorframe so you could come inside.

you make your way to the living room and sit down at his couch. he sits next to you looking at you intensely.

“so?”

you let out a sigh, “look, i’m sorry for walking out on you that morning.”

“walk? you practically sprinted out of here, as if i was a hellhound chasing after you.”

“i know, i’m really sorry, i just- i needed to get away okay? i- i don’t know what any of this meant and i had to leave.”

theo rolls his eyes at your words, standing up immediately from the couch.

“are you being serious right now?” he asks you.

you stand up from your seat, standing right in front of him looking right into his eyes.

you could see a mixture of anger, confusion, and sadness in his eyes, you felt a small twinge of guilt in your heart.

“i’m sorry, was i supposed to assume that after we fucked you’re my boyfriend or something?!”

“i just assumed this was a one time thing.”

“is that how low you think of me?” he takes a step forward, lessening the space between the two of you.

“is that how low you think of how i see you?”

you take a step back, your heart beat racing.

“i- no- i’m-“ you stutter, “i-“

“you could have asked.” he says softly.

“you could have told me before any of this.” you say, feeling your back press against the wall, you didn’t realize how much you walked.

“i acted on my impulses, and i didn’t hear you complaining.” he smirks, raising his hand to gently stroke your arm.

you shiver at his touch, feeling your lust for him creeping back up your body.

“i’m sorry i ran out, i shouldn’t have done that and i was being a coward.”

his hand trails up, his hand reaching behind the back of your neck, his other arm wrapping around your waist he pulls you forward.

“i’ll forgive you...” he trails his face leaning close down to yours.

you could feel you face heating up, already you were this addicted to his touch.

“... can i kiss you?” he asks, his hot breath tickling your skin.

you mumble a weak yes, he presses his lips on yours, you felt him smile on your lips as he holds you tighter.

you moan into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck.

he pushes your back against the wall, he lets go of your waist and grabs both of your thighs to pull you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

his lips felt like heaven and he tasted so sweet, the familiar heat grew in your belly, your head started to feel light as the kiss continued.

“theo,” you sigh, breaking the kiss.

“yeah baby?”

“so i’m forgiven?” you ask innocently, making him chuckle at your question.

“of course.” he answers, pulling you into another kiss.

—— end

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Stress relief

mind your bisnuess I’m working through some shit 

Atsumu x reader

warnings: smut, just- so much smut, Oral, car sex, fingering, Daddy kink, degradation, marking, ass play, dirty talk,Brat taming, slut shaming AND virgin shaming (we got it all folks), hair pulling, cum play, creampie, breading kink, drinking/ Drunk sex, angst annnnnd swearing. 

word count: 4,800 (about) (yes really get off my back)

summary: Atsumu is a dick, but he’s got a good dick at least you have no idea how mad I am I’ve already used the title Enemy with Benifits. 

“Are- Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, Atsumu just shrugged. 

“No, I’m not fucking kidding you what’s your deal?” he said casually. You took a deep breath. You had been trying to work on your anger issues, Not blowing up on people over nothing. But this really felt like something worth blowing up over. 

“Myia, be honest with me, do you think I’m stupid?” you asked. He smirked.

“I think you’re a lot of things babe-” you stood up getting in his face jabbing your finger in his chest cutting off his no doubt horrendous flirting. 

“You fucking ripped off you’re entire part of the project! How the fuck did you think no one would notice?” you shouted. You had known this was going to be a train wreck the moment Atsumu was assigned as your partner. He was such a fucking moron, he’d only gotten into this College because of his sports scholarship. You would have been better working on your own.

“I cited the article I copied, what's the deal?” he snapped, the volume of your voice irking him. 

“That’s not how this fucking works you can’t just hit copy-paste and call it a day the point is you come up with your own ideas, although in your defense I’m not sure you’re brain could manage something like that,” you shouted. He sneared. 

“I’ll rewrite it just stop being a bitch alright?” he scoffed, turning to leave your dorm room. You wanted to hit him, how dare he call you a bitch when you were just looking out for his dumb ass. Even high schoolers knew you’d be expelled for plagiarising. Once Atsumu left you slumped back in your seat looking at the presentation open on your laptop. You were already so busy but somehow you’d have to find enough time to do half of the project unless you wanted to fail that was.

“Hey, you’re working with (y/n) on your project right?” Osamu asked, setting his volleyball up in the air over and over again. 

“Yeah, they totally blew up on me today so now I gotta redo the whole thing,” Atsumu sighed 

“They’re hot though,” his brother said. Atsumu smiled to himself, remembering your angry face as you chewed him out.

“Really hot,” he agreed. 

“Are you gonna fuck them?” 

“Of course, they might an asshole but they want me,”

“Hey (y/n),” you looked up at the sound of your name only to groan seeing Atsumu run towards you. He had clearly just come from practice, he was still in his jersey. Fucking jocks. 

He probably thought he looked hot, with a light sheen of sweat that made his skin glow and tousled hair. He did look hot, it made you want to kick his shins. 

“If you aren’t going to tell me that you finished your half of the presentation I don’t want to hear it,” you snapped.

“Well then you aren’t going to be happy then but there’s a game this weekend, you should come, cheer for me,” he said winking. You rolled your eyes. 

“I was already planning on going, but you’re nuts if you think I’m gonna cheer for you,” you snapped, still a little heated about your last encounter with him. 

“And why not?” he asked, smirking, it pissed you off. You just knew he thought he looked so cute smiling at you like that. 

“I cheer for winners,”

You and Atsumu were at each other’s throats for the rest of the year. Atsumu Gave up on his plan to sleep with you and you gave up on your anger management, at least around him. If other people were in this situation they might stay away from their sworn enemy, but not you two. 

You made it to every volleyball game just to tell Osamu how great he did and how handsome he was looking today. Atsumu sat next to you in every class you shared talking your ear off making sure that you didn’t learn a damn thing. 

It was annoying as hell, you wanted to strangle him, but it was nice in a kind of way. If you were stressed or pissed off you could drag Atsumu as a little fun. And even if nothing else in your life was going right. You could always count on this blonde dick to be the worst to you. 

“Damn we had the exterminator here last week but there’s a roach right here,” Atsumu sneered over the thumping music at the party. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“You need to look up more insults you’ve already used that one,” you barked back, normally seeing Atsumu would be enough to dampen your mood but the booze must have been doing its job because you still felt all light and buzzed. 

“Beer?” he asked, holding up a bottle for you, ever the gracious host. 

“I’m good,” you said holding up the can of seltzer you’d been drinking out of it was fruity and only had a little bite to it, you were already on your third one. 

“Right I forgot that a baby like you couldn’t handle the taste of beer,” he scoffed, he was closer now, towering over you and pressing one of his forearms to the wall by your head as he leaned over you, shielding you from the rest of the party. You never realized before how big he was. Tall and wide. Muscular too, it was no wonder half the people at the Volleyball games creamed themselves just seeing him. 

“You’re such a dick, why do you always have to be so mean?” you asked before even realizing the words that you’d spoken.

“You aren’t exactly nice either princess, besides that’s how this works, that’s our dynamic,” he said. He must be pretty drunk too. Nothing he was saying was making any sense. 

“Still, how do you expect anyone to put up with you when you’re such a douche bag all the time?” you said the anger you associated with Atsumu finally setting in. 

“If it works it works, I mean you’re obsessed with me,” he said. You gagged and shoved his chest, he didn’t move, god how strong was he?

“Fuck off I hate you, why would I be obsessed with you? God you think that the world fucking revolves around you. How could any-”

His lips met yours effectively shutting you up. His hand came up cupping the back of your head and you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, pressing your body against his and dropping your drink so your hands would be free to rake through his hair. You weren’t nice about the kiss either, your teeth gnashed against his when he tried to push his tongue into your mouth. You bit his lower lip and tugged at his hair, moaning against his mouth when he did the same to you. 

He broke away breathlessly, still holding you close to his body while you caught your breath. He was so pretty his cheeks flushed his lips wet and glossy. God, you wanted to kiss him again, even if he tasted like beer and he had been right in his assessment that you weren’t a big fan of the taste. 

“Good to know theirs one way to shut you the fuck up,” he teased. You groaned in frustration pulling him back down into another kiss. This one was just as passionate and fierce as the first. He pushed you against the wall and pulled up one of your legs and forced it around his waist so he could grind against you. You shuddered feeling him rut the seam of your jeans against your clit. 

“Woulda fucked you a lot sooner if i'd known you made such pretty noises when you were touched,” he muttered reaching up and palming your breast through your shirt. Atsumu started kissing, or maybe biting was a better word. The top part of your neck even pays some attention to your jaw and earlobe while he humped and groped you. 

“I knew you were a pervert but I never knew you were filthy enough to fuck me out in the open like this,” you gasped, tugging at his hair. You could feel your panties get sticky with your arousal and you wanted him to take you out of here and fuck you already. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck you?” he asked, pulling back so he could look at you and smirk. You smiled back, the fight wasn’t out of you yet. 

“Why would I do that? I’d rather sleep with someone who could make me cum,” you spat and his grin quickly fell, there was a competitive fire in his eyes that you normally only saw when he was playing.

“Oh Daddy’s gonna make you cum you fucking brat, I’ll make you squirt, you’re gonna cry with how good my dick feels,” he growled in a low voice you’d never heard before and suddenly you were regretting your comment. 

“Daddy?” you snorted

Atsumu detangled himself from you and grabbed you by the wrist tugging you out of the frat house and to his car. You shook your head and broke free of his iron-clad grasp. 

“I know you’re stupid but this is a new low, both of us are way too drunk to drive,” you shouted. Atsumu just laughed at you, opening the back door to his car. 

“We aren’t driving dumbass now get in,” he said. You bit your lip and slid into the back seat shortly followed by Atsumu who locked the door behind him. 

The seat wasn’t large but it was big enough to move around in. He pressed you onto the leather upholstery, your legs bent and splayed out at an awkward angle to fit him between them. He went back to kissing you sloppily while his hands went to work taking off your shirt and bra. 

Your nipples hardened once the cold night air touched you. “Wanted to suck on your pretty tits for the longest time,” he groaned quickly lowering his head, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he fingered the other twisting and pinching it. You yelped when his teeth grazed over the bud. His eyes flicked up to yours and he let go of the spit-soaked nipple blowing on it lightly making you shiver. 

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked huh? So many guys want to fuck this sweet little pussy but you’re too stuck up to let that happen.” he snears sucking the other nipple into his mouth. 

“Bet you’re still a fucking virgin,” he said speaking around your mouth. 

“ I a-am not,” you whined, you’d lost your virginity in high school, but you really hadn’t gotten fucked since then. 

“Oh listen to you whine you totally are,” he scoffed 

“No I’m Not!” you protested he let go of your nipple and kissed you again threading his fingers through your hair and pressing your face to his. 

“Shut up you fucking virgin,” he said sweetly, before pulling off his shirt, and before you could admire his chiseled chest he distracted you by biting your neck again. You pressed your hand to the center console to keep from slipping off with one hand and clinging to his shoulders with the other. 

Atsumu deftly unbuttoned your jeans and shoved his hands in your pants touching your through your soaked underwear. You felt him smirk against your neck but he didn’t make any remark about it. Good thing for him too because you could feel his hard prick pressing up against your thigh and you were ready to drag him for it if he commented on your own arousal. 

God, you could feel his cock. It was big, heavy, and hard, pressed against your leg. You wanted to see it, touch it, feel it inside of you. He’d pushed your panties to the side now so he could push his large fingers inside brushing against your velvet walls. 

“A-Atsumu,” you said, pitching your leg up to rub against his dick.  “I want to suck your cock,” you whimpered. You felt him twitch. 

“Here I thought you were a virgin but you’re just a slutty whore aren't cha?” he growled against your neck picking your hips up and yanking your pants down your legs leaving them pooled around your ankles leaving you to kick your jeans off completely. You felt a little stupid naked except for your shoes but Atsumu quickly distracted you by folding you in half pressing your knees to your chest and leaving your pussy completely exposed. 

“I’ll fuck your throat later, right now I gotta make you cum remember?” he said playing his hands over your thighs keeping g you folded before lowering his head and diving into your folds like a man starved. 

Just like he kissed you, he was mean about it, sucking so harshly that you cried out and spanking your cunt just to make you jump. The only time he pulled back was to spit on your asshole lubing it up enough to slip a finger inside. 

“Sumu please,” you cried out as he filled you with his tongue pressing against your G-spot over and over again while he pinched your clit. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for. He just hummed in acknowledgment, whatever you were begging for he wasn’t going to have it. 

“Daddy,” you pleaded, finally caving. Atsumu smiled to himself. He wasn’t nice but he did reward good behavior. 

He switched it up sucking your clit into your mouth and plunging the fingers of his clean hand, the one that hadn’t just been your ass, inside of you curling up and pressing against your g-pot over and over again until you came screaming so loud that you were sure people back at the house could hear you. 

“See didn’t that feel good slut?” he cooed condescendingly. There was a pool of cum beneath you soaking into the leather seats. Good thing this was Osamus’s car. Now all he had to do was make you cry. 

“I-I’m not a slut,” you whined. 

“Oh? Which is it? Are you not a virgin or are you not a slut?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks. You didn’t know how to respond. 

“Well I think you’re a slut, Daddy’s little slut,” he snapped. 

There was a dark stain of precum staining his jeans where the head of his cock was leaking he quickly shoved down his pants and boxers before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. You hovered above him as he pumped his cock in his hand running the head of his cock through your soaked folds and bumping your clit. 

“You’re gonna be a good whore and ride Daddy’s cock right?” he asked, lining the head of his dick up with your entrance. You bit your lip and nodded, shakily lowering yourself down on him. Atsumu hissed feeling your tight heat wrap around him. 

You gripped his shoulders feeling how well he filled you up, the tip pressing against your cervix. You took a minute to adjust before lifting yourself up on your knees and started to fuck yourself onto him. 

Atsumu brought you close and kissed you again, one of his hands slipping between your bodies to stroke your clit while you bounced up and down on his cock.  You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he touched you. He filled you up so well, you had teased him about not being able to get you off but even you couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him so deep inside of you. 

“You feel that baby? You feel Daddy pressing up against your Cervix, I’m going to blow my fat load right into your slutty little womb,” he snarled his hips snapping up to meet yours. You whined, throwing your head back in pleasure, almost hitting your head on the headrest. 

“Gonna knock you up, gonna stuff this slutty pussy with cum,” he growled, he was talking more to himself but you couldn’t help but shudder at his words. You were on birth control but you desperately wanted him to fill you up. 

“Are you gonna cum princess?” He asked, “I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock like that, you’re gonna cum.” He was right, you could feel a second orgasm welling up in your core as his cock pulsed inside of you. 

“Atsumu-Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned kissing him sloppily, your hips faltered when you came but Atsumu’s hands went to your hips moving your body for you as he chased his own high, true to his word he came deep inside of you filling you up and pressing his cock against your cervix. 

You collapsed against his chest gasping for breath. He ran his hand soothingly over your back. 

“You look tired, you wanna crash somewhere babe?” he asked. 

“We’re still too drunk to drive,” you murmured. 

“I have a buddy in the frat house, I’m sure he’ll let me steal his bed for the night, especially for a cutie like you,” he said. You pulled back to look at him.

“You had a bed here this whole time and you still made me fuck you in the car?” 

When you woke up your whole body hurt. Your head ached your eyes stung and your body was littered with bruises. You didn’t even want to check in with the lower half of your body. You groaned sitting up in bed clutching your head. Then you felt the bed beside you shift, you froze remembering how you’d ended last night. 

Atsumu cracked one eye open and his face split into a huge grin. “I had the best dream last night-” he teased you and moved to hit him but he caught your wrist and flipped you on your back pinning you to the bed. 

He hovered above you his breath hitting your face in soft puffs. You leaned up and kissed him, suddenly you were a mess of limbs and hands trying to tear each other’s clothes off while you kissed. You hissed as his fingers grazed the bite marks on your neck. 

“Go easy on me I’m still sore,” you complained. Atsumu smirked.

“Did I wreck you that badly baby?” he asked, teasingly grinding his morning wood on your leg. You shuddered. 

“Shut up and fuck me asshole,” you demand. He tugged off your underwear and hooked your legs over his shoulders. 

“As you wish your majesty,” he scoffed and slowly pushed two of his fingers into you

Your cunt ached and it hurt to feel his fingers prod you open, but soon the pain dissolved into pleasure as he continued to finger you. 

“Such a pretty wet little cunt, so wet and sticky for me,” he purred, “you like this slut? You like getting fingered first thing in the morning?” he asked. 

“Do you like humping my ass like a fucking dog first thing in the morning?” you spat back. He grunted and roughly jerked his finger up hitting your G-spot making you cry out your back arching off the bed. 

“That’s what I thought,” he scoffed before completely pulling his fingers out and sticking them into his mouth sucking on your juices. 

“I’m not gonna fuck you if you keep being mean,” he said shoving down his own clothes 

“Shut up, I bet I’m the only one you know who lets you get your dick wet,” you growled. He snapped into you in one swift motion. You cried out your nails digging into his shoulders. It hurt but the pain sent a rush of endorphins making you moan. 

“Really you think that I could fuck you like this without any practice dollface? Don’t forget you’re the virgin here,” he teased drawing his hips back before ramming back into you. This pace was much harsher than what you’d set last night. You were helpless, and entirely at his mercy, he had you folded in half, and you could only moan and scratch at his back. 

“Imna fill this cunt with cum, nothing better than emptying my balls in your warm cunt first thing in the morning,” he muttered to himself as he continued to fuck you. 

“Already?” you teased.

“Fuck off or I’ll fuck you until you pass out,” he threatened. 

“Hurry up and make me cum, I’ve got shit to do today,” you snapped. 

“God do you ever stop being a bitch?” he asked, pulling out of you and flipping you over, jerking your hips up and sliding back into you. you moaned feeling his cock hit new sweet spots. You arched your back pressing your hips to his and burying your face into the pillows. 

The bed creaked with the force of his thrusts, the headboard hitting the wall with a loud bang. Atsumu brought his hand down on your ass making you jump, it stung and you were reminded of his killer serves that you had seen so many times. 

“There, no more bitchy comebacks? Have you gone braindead on my cock?” he mocked spanking you again. 

“Daddy!” you pleaded. Your thighs trembling as wetness dripped down your legs. 

“Awe theirs my sweet little slut, ready to be good now?” 

“Y-yes,” you whined desperate to cum.  Atsumu grunted and finally went easy on you, rubbing your clit and easing into you in slow, deep thrusts until he felt your pussy cream around him. 

“There you go baby,” he said pulling out of you, his hard cock dripping in your juices. “You still want to suck on my cock?” he asked. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed at the memory. You shifted on the bed settling in between his legs taking the head of his cock into your mouth and wrapping your hands around the rest of his dick. 

You licked softly at the slit in the head picking up the bitter precum with your tongue.  You slowly took more of his cock in your mouth hollowing your cheeks out around him. His dick was just too big for you to fit completely into your mouth so you moved your hands up and down his shaft while you took as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“You’re doing so well baby,” he moaned, smoothing your hair back from your face. “I didn’t think a virgin like you’d be so good,” he teased. You glared up at him as you continued to suck his dick but you resolved to bite him if he made a comment like that again. 

“I think I like you better like this you’re so pretty when you shut the- OW watch the teeth,” 

You could taste it as the precum dribbled out of his cock smearing over your tongue, you were getting used to the bitter taste and it wasn’t that bad. You pushed your head down pressing his cock to the back of your throat suppressing your gag reflex. 

“Fuck, baby just like that i’m going to cum down your thoat,” he groaned his hips stuttering upwards pushing his dick down your throat deaper making you choke. Atsumu didn’t care,he was moaning loudly as his hips spasmed up into your mouth. 

You choked when his semen flooded your mouth. “Fuuck,” he sighed, pulling out of your mouth. You sluptered trying to catch the mess that bubbled out of your mouth. 

“Ah, swallow what you can baby,” Atsumu said, whipping your chin with his thumb. You did as he asked, choking down what you could. He pushed you back on the bed kissing your neck, his lips running over your bruises, 

“I like you like this, we should fuck more often he teased,” you shoved his chest, but weakly, it was clearly just for show. You didn’t want to admit it but you agreed with him. 

You kept seeing Atsumu after that. He was a little nicer with you normally. Or at least, he saved his mean side for the bedroom and was a little sweeter to you. If you were a little more naive you might have even started to fall for him a little bit. 

That was the Chliche right? You start out hating someone but then after a few nights of passion you were in love?  Bullshit, it was all Bullshit. 

you knew Atsumu hadn’t changed, and he wasn’t exactly saving himself for you. You couldn’t count how many times you’d walked in on him making out with some random chick, you’d even walked in on him while he’d been balls deep in some other girl. 

That being said, you hadn’t changed either. you still had a temper like no other and were quick to snap, especially at Atsumu. You didn’t have many friends who put up with your bullshit so why would He even fall in love with you?

You shouldn’t be in love with him. He was an asshole, a heartless fuck boy. So why did you like him so much? why did it sting when you thought about how hopless your whole situation. 

It sucked, this whole thing was just awful. That being said, you still jumped at the chance to see him everytime he called, you really were hopless. 

“Where are we going?” you asked as Atsumu drove. You didn’t recognize this street and you knew you weren’t going to his place. 

“It’s a surprise,” he said. You scoffed and crossed your arms. He pulled into a parking lot and you were surprised to see you were at a park. 

“What are you going to fuck me on the slide?” you asked, following him out of the car and into the park. 

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid, me and my brother would play here,” he said, ignoring you and walking to the swings, you followed. 

“And I still come here a lot, it’s a good place to think and it’s just a really special place for me,” he said sitting on the swing and gesturing for you to sit on his lap. 

You did, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “I don’t like where this conversation is going,” you said furrowing your eyebrows. It was almost the middle of the night so it was dark but you could still see the dopey lovestruck look on his face. 

“Stumu, you’re not supposed to call me for stuff like this,” you said unwrapping your arms around his neck, you were going to get off his lap but he wrapped his arms around his waist keeping you there. 

The two of you had agreed only to call each other when you wanted sex, this mushy romantic shit was defently not sex. 

“You’re so pretty baby, let me be nice to you,” he said kissing you and you melted into him, just like every time he kissed you. 

“You’re never nice to me,” you protested. He reached under your shirt groping you. 

“Because you never let me,” he protested. 

“What’s with you?” you asked, grabbing his wrist and shoving him away from you. 

“I love you,” he said. You couldn’t deal with this right now, you got off his lap and started walking back to the car

“Take me home,” you demanded.  “I don’t want to talk about this,” you said. 

“(y/n)-” he said running in front of you stopping you. 

“Please, I know you hate this shit, but please can we talk,” he pleaded taking your hands in his, 

“You can’t just say shit like that Tsumu! We’re not supposed to love each other we’re supposed to fuck and get under eachother’s skin and fight that’s how this works!” you shouted.

Atsumu kissed your knuckles, seeming to ignore your yelling. 

“We didn’t used to fuck either, we used to just get under eachother’s skin,” he pointed out. He wrapped you in his arms. You pressed your face to his chest and you felt your cheeks get wet with tears. You hiccupped and sobbed,  trying to keep your emotions bottled up was hard.  

“I love you,” he said again.  You shoved him and whipped your face. 

“I don’t want to do this Atsumu, take me home,” you demanded. He deflated. 

“Okay baby, let's go home, I’ll be waiting, when you’re ready,” he said rubbing your shoulders and taking you back to his car. 

You drove in silence. You hated this. Yout hated him. Atsumu was a playboy, an idiot and an asshole who only cared about Volleyball. You just wanted to insult him and fuck him to blow off steam. You weren’t supposed to fall for him. You weren’t supposed to love his cocky smile and his stupid jokes. His stupid flirty remarks weren’t supposed to make you blush. 

“Baby?” he prompted you blinked and saw you were sitting in front of your dorm building. “Hey,” he purred, wiping the tears off your cheeks. You didn’t need him to tell you that he loved you, you could tell every time  he did something like this. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. 

“I really wished we’d had sex tonight,” you whispered. He laughed. 

“fuck am I really that ireaistable doll?” he teased, pinching your cheek as he pulled away. 

“I do love you Atsumu, I just- I just don’t know what to do about it,” you admitted. Atsumu smiled lazily. 

you meant it too, you loved him so much. but it was impossible to get the image of the time you walked in on him sleeping with another girl out of your mind. Was that what it meant to be in a relationship with him? If so then you weren’t going to do it, you weren’t signing yourself up for that kind of heartbreak. Maybe you should just give up on him and block him. 

“Like I said. I’ll wait for you, and next time I promise we’ll have the best sex of your life-Not that’s a hard bar to clear you virigin,” he teased. You smiled and playfully hit him in the arm. You got out of his car and walked into your building as he drove away, and at least for tonight. That was enough. 

[utterlyinevitable]

So umm a strange request here. Would you write an hc for the Ethan diamond scene in 1.15 where MC is virgin and it's her first time? Of course you can ignore it. Thank you 😅

ok so but let me preface with: i don’t personally think the 1.15 scene is a healthy way for a first time. yeah the sexual tension is hot af but like if i was put in that situation and never been intimate before i would have been confused and awkward and it would have killed the mood 😅

anywho here’s this!

this is nsfw. minors dni. 

1.15💎 with Virgin MC

They’re strongly speaking. Staring one another down. Words cutting through the palpable tension. And his hands are on her wrists. Ethan’s pinning her subtly to the counter to stop the poking of his chest. The poking that surely would have found the rapid beating of his heart if he let it continue. 

They’re both breathing heavy in the wake - the waiting for him to finish saying what he’s trying to. 

She still, watching him intently. Lips parted as bated breaths pass. 

“I’m not your boss anymore and that means... that means...”

His eyes flicker down her. To his hands on her. Back up to her reddened face and tongue wetting her lips. 

Ethan’s grip loosens the same moment he leans in. In no time at all MC’s on the tops of her toes meeting him - wrapping her arms around his neck. They meet, passionate and urgent. His body keeping her against the counter, yet MC doesn’t care. 

There are no thoughts, just hands and kisses and want. A stirring deep inside seconds from exploding. 

“I want you... You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you...” he says. 

And she groans. Low and full and wonton and oh my god. 

He lifts her perches her at the edge of the counter, coaxing her to wrap herself around him for a better angle. 

It finally sets in on MC that this is really happening. He’s placing warm distracting kisses along her neck, stretching out the collar of her dress to reach more skin. She’s aware. Overly aware of what comes next. MC needs to find a semblance of herself to make a decision. Though her entire body is telling her yes - screaming it. Falling into Ethan, legs wrapping around his waist, fingers twisting into the back of his shirt, pulling him closer until there’s no space left. 

She’s never gone further than this before. Kissing in the kitchen, hands roaming, a shirt or two tossed aside is comfortable. She knows how that goes. But this.. this fire won’t be snuffed until it explodes. 

There are no thoughts, only actions. Her body moving, rolling, arching in a way all its own. 

His arms wrap securely around her waist and suddenly there’s nothing under her but air. Ethan using his strength to carry her through his apartment. 

The kisses don’t stop. As they’re in motion she follows suit, tugging his shirt up and over his head. Her hands running over his lean muscles that take her breath away. 

The way he presses himself further into her touch, as if in this position they couldn’t be any closer. The way he growls her name makes her dizzy, intoxicated in ways she hasn’t felt with anyone else. 

Ethan lays her down on his large bed with expert care. Keeps his place between her legs. Implores her with glazed eyes. 

It’s another out if she wanted it.

Instead she props herself up and lets him pull her shirt up and over her head. 

She lets him plaster sultry wet kisses over the newly exposed skin. Makes her feel delirious, wondering if this is real or if she’s dreaming this moment. 

His stubble scratches as he goes, sending pleasant shivers up her spine. Her muddled mind makes a joke about how his beard tickles. 

“I should shave,” he smiles ruefully. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

Ethan grins and returns his scratchy kisses to a sensitive spot behind her ear she never knew existed, as his hands teases the rest of her clothes off. 

Her heart is beating our of her chest. This is all new territory. She doesn’t know what to do but she wants to keep going. She’s not going to tell him. She knows Ethan well enough that if she did this whole thing will be over - his stupid moral complex would take over. He’d want her to do things right and by the books. And nothing seems more dumb than waiting for a romantic moment or marriage or anything that’s not him and now. 

She’s naked on his bed. Ethan’s kissing his way down her body. His lips are nearly at her heat and she can feel his affects on her more than she can spell her own name right now. 

She’s putty in his hands. He could do anything to her right about now and she’d say thank you. 

She writhes as his fingers work wonders. Arches as his mouth follows. Gasps and moans as he sucks and one of his hands trails up to tease her nipple. 

Right now it doesn’t matter than she’s never experienced sex before. It doesn’t matter that she’s presumably wildly inexperienced compared to Ethan. What matters is them. That they’re crossing a line. That they’re letting this happen because they both want it. 

“Mmmmmm” she moans as he brings her closer and closer to the brink. She’s frantically wiggling against him chasing the high

but then Ethan rises. MC “harumps” in protest are met with a low chuckle from Ethan. 

He stands before her with his hands on his hips, accentuating his build. “Good?”

“Could be better.” 

His smile alone gets her closer to climax. 

“Oh?” 

MC lunges forward, gripping him by the loop of his jeans. Follows his lead from before and kisses down his chest, at the same time her fingers fumble with his zipper and button. 

Ethan enjoys every second. Every graze of her hand against his very evident bulge is straining and heaven all in one. He’s waited so long for this. 

As soon as his bottoms hit the floor he pulls her back up to meet his lips. Ethan’s arms cradle her close. They both revel in the balmy sensation of skin on skin.  

“I want to remember every moment of this,” she says near breathless. 

“I would say the same... but how could I ever forget?” 

He easily lifts her, moving her to lie against the pillows. 

Ethan’s hovering over her, eyes twinkling. They’re so close - mentally, emotionally, physically. Her heart is fluttering.

“I want this to be as special as you are.” 

Those words were all it took. If she even had one fraction of a worry left about doing this, it melted away with the warmth and sincerity of his voice. 

Just to hit it home in the heart, Ethan twines his fingers in hers as he proceeds to kiss every inch of her. Teasing out her pleasure and bringing her back to the brink before, finally, they connect. 

Oh, god...

She’s so wet and ready there’s no pain, not like mainstream media had her believe. It doesn’t feel weird at all. It feels delightfully right. And how has she gone all this time without this? In the simple seconds she has to form a coherent thought she wonders about when this’ll happen again. She’s most certainly addicted to this sensation now. 

They move together. Hearts and breaths in unison. MC grips at him tightly, claws at his back as his pace quickens. 

It’s not hate sex. It’s not rage sex. It’s neither of those things that it could have been by how this started. It’s... passion. It’s lust and want and need and everything.  

It’s her hips rising to meet his in time. It’s Ethan wrapping his arms around her shoulders, cradling her head as he holds his weight on his forearms. It’s his teeth grazing her shoulder, biting her earlobe as he’s to the hilt. It’s the full heady feeling on him inside her. It’s the involuntary tightening she does as she coasts closer to release. It’s the groans and grunts he makes as he feels her struggling to get there

“Come for me. You can do it. Let go, I’ve got you,” Ethan says against the shell of her ear.  

And she’s undone. Right there in his arms she cries out in ecstasy.

Ethan’s thrusts become erratic as he chases his release while helping her ride out hers.  

When they both regain themselves Ethan lies beside her, gathering her in his arms. 

As they lie there in silence, MC really couldn’t have thought about this moment with anyone else. She let Ethan lead and he didn’t leave her astray. She guesses this is what everyone’s talking about the “perfect first time” rife with trust and understanding and a certain four letter word. 

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a/n: oh mymymy this is very long. i think i lost the plot at one time or another. it’s basically just 1.15 smut and i can’t be mad at that 😂 thanks for making it this far 💕

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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

WELL SEEMS LIKE EVERY OF MY HATESEX PROMPTS I SEND IN INSPIRES YOU, AND YOURS INSPIRE ME, SO HERE'S #3

Only a moment after that door opened and her smug words hit your ears, you growl at her and stomp right up to her, kissing her passionately - but a passion that comes from hate. You want to ruin her, leave her unable to move after you're done, make her feel just as desperate for more as you are, make her hate it just as much as you do.

"So needy."

Sal laughs, and you shut her up by slipping your tongue into her mouth. The kiss is ravenous. Bites on both your lips, Sal backing you against the door she's closing with one of her arms - but no. Not today. You're the one to break the kiss and bite her neck, happy her tentacles aren't out yet so you can push her against the wall instead as you suck on her skin and wander lower. And Sal lets you. She could overpower you, if she wanted, and quite easily at that. She doesn't this time, and you hate it. You hate that any control you have is what she lets you have.

"Show me what ye got, lil slut."

Her words alone have your core clench around nothing, but you're too determined to let her have anything of that right now. So you bite the side of her breast as you wander down, not even bothering much - it comes in handy for you that she isn't wearing anything but her pants either - you can bite her hips as you pull them down and glare up at her slightly flushed face, the parted lips and pointy teeth, holding her eyes as you kiss her core, grab her thighs... And feel how utterly wet Sal is.

"Teasing me for being needy, and you're here almost dripping onto the floor."

You utter each word against her clit so she feels your lips moving, stroke your fingers over the slick heat on her inner thighs, chuckling into her... And then you slide two fingers inside of her, moving them relentlessly without giving her a break, something that makes her claw into the wall and into your hair as well while she groans.

"Such a beautiful mess for me."

Even though your words drip with sarcasm, it feels like her inner walls contract against you as she fucking whimpers, and who knew?

"A praise kink?

You were going to have fun with this.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs a bit more."

"Fuck ye."

"No, I'm going to fuck you. If you're good. For. Me."

Every of the last words is accentuated with a pump of your fingers, and as you look up, Sal's teeth are clenched in indecision, her eyes narrowed - but you see her cheeks flushed, her lips wet, and her chest heaving. Finally, she gives in, sliding her feet apart further - and you get up from your knees and tuck your thumb against her clit instead, fucking her a little slower as you lean your body against hers and nuzzle her neck.

"So perfect."

You sigh into her ear, and oh, how she whimpers again this time! How she claws into your back and shivers! Delicious. She would remember this. And she would hate how wet it got her.

Just as wet as she was now, the noises your hand made against her utterly sinful as you fucked her harder and harder, biting her neck, whispering sinful praises into her ear, even swallowing the sarcasm to make it even worse for her. You felt her orgasm approach as her body tensed against you, as she held you even closer and every of her breaths seemed a moan.. then you sucked on her earlobe.

"Sal... Be a good girl and come for me."

Your shirt was torn as her nails raked down her back. Your neck bruised as she bit down on it and screamed into your skin, your hand drenched in her release. It was even more than you'd hoped for as Sal was left panting against you, shivering, holding onto you to keep standing for a while.

"I... hate... Ya."

"I hate you too, my perfect, sweet-"

Sal growls into you and clamps a hand down onto your mouth, pulling back and glaring with clenched teeth as she pushes herself off the wall, using her advantage in size to look down on you while her tentacles slowly come out and already begin wrapping around your thighs and arms - and it seems like your clothes are fucking dissolving under them.

"Neat trick, aye? Don't worry won't harm you."

Your soft sound is swallowed by her hand, and she visibly enjoys the look of both anticipation and the tiny hint of aroused fear - while you both hated and relished the feeling.

As you were lied down on the bed, Sal laughed huskily as she forced your legs apart and ran another tentacle over your dripping core.

"My turn now, lil slut."

I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO INSPIRE, DEAR.. BUT HOW COULD ONE NOT BE INSPIRED AS WELL WITH THE IMMACULATE THIRST THAT YOU SEND ME DJDKSKSKSKS GODS, FUCK... THANK YOU FOR THAT LITTLE SNIPPET. TOTALLY HAVENT READ IT MULTIPLE TIMES NOW ALL LIKE 🤤🤤😩😩💦💦💦

You hated the needy moan that slipped so easily from your lips.. you hated how badly you wanted her, bucking your hips almost instantly at the feel of her against you. She chuckled, looking over you with a dangerous glint to her eyes. The all encompassing feeling of being her prey - at being captured - her tentacles slowly slithering around you, holding you in place.

"I can smell how much yer enjoyin' this."

"Fuck you, Sal"

"Aye, pretty sure yeh jus' did that, love."

You felt a tentacle constrict around your neck before you even had a chance to quip back, making you moan. A deep growl resonating in Sal's throat as she firmly thrusted the tentacle that had been aimlessly teasing over your core firmly into you. The slickness of it roughly sliding against your walls, swiftly building a profound heat inside you. You moaned even louder as she slid a second into you, filling you almost completely as you stretched deliciously around her.

"Aye, jus' as I thought, yeh are a lil' slut, aren'tcha?"

Thrusting them deeply into you, she relished in the curse that fell from your lips.

"Fuck, Sal.. I hate you so fucking much."

She tightened the grasp around your throat a little more, smirking.

"Aye, but yeh still want me.. don'tcha?"

You gasped as you felt a third apprendage teasing over your other hole - entire body ignited at just the anticipation of it.

"Tell me yeh want me, ya lil' slut."

"Fuck.. you.."

She tightened her grasp again, forcing spots behind your eyes. Growling against your skin before sinking her teeth deeply into your flesh, ripping a prompt cry from your lips.

"Tell me, love... how bad yeh want me to fuck ya right now."

You clawed your nails into the bedsheets below you as you felt the tentacle slide easily into your other opening, filling you in a way that was almost overwhelming. You grit your teeth, cursing at yourself for how much you were enjoying this. At how easily your desire for her dripped from your deliciously filled core.

"Fuck.. fine.. I want you, Sal. And fuck you."

"Nah, rather fuck yeh."

And gods, does she.. all of her appendages moving at once, all in perfect rhyrhm - driving them harder and harder into you in an almost frenzied need. Warm juices gushing out of your core with each indulgent thrust that she gave you .. with each bite that marked your eager flesh.. every growl that escaped from her body only filling you with more desire for her. And you hated her for it.

"Look how fuckin' wet yeh are fer me."

You lost all breath for a second as she tightened the grip on your throat again, chuckling darkly. And you wondered if she could smell how badly this made you want her, if she knew how over the last few nights the mere thought of her made your core ache. She picked up the pace of her thrusts even more, driving them into you at a merciless speed. Forcing a supreme heat like you'd never felt before to sweep over your body. Every cell you owned inhabited by nothing but pure desire for her - by utter need.

"Come fer me, lil' slut."

You don't even remember how swiftly the orgasm came over you... or the next one, or the next.. or how unyielding the heated pressure that spilled so endlessly over your body was.. exquisitely shooting juices from your core. All of you wholy filled, as she compelled every last drop of desire, from your dripping core.

I'm... fjdkskaakskakak...😩😩💦💦💦💦 Gods, Fuck.. I hope you enjoy this, dear! And my thirst thanks you for all of this 🤤🤤🤤 fhdjdkskks fuck

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 51

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

A/N: According to the TVD universe timeline I’ve been using, Hayley was pregnant with Hope for like, a year and a half or some crazy crap. So just so you guys know in this story, Baby M. was conceived in late March, putting Katie’s due date in late December or early January.

Late October (The day after Rebekah left)

Katie, sleeping with her back to Klaus’s chest, was woken up by the feel of him slipping his fingertips lightly up her bare arm, skipping over the strap of her pajama top as he moved them over her shoulder and across her chest. Curious about what he’d do next she kept her eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep. He traced back over his previous path then down her side and over her thigh that he gently gripped. The touch sent a tingle throughout her body, but she tried her best to hide her reaction.

Since that didn’t wake her he slowly moved his hand up and under her pajama shorts and she almost had to bite her lip to hide her reaction to his teasing. He knew she was awake, not from her relaxed face or slow even breathing, but from the beat of her heart, that skipped at his tempting touches. With his hand now on her hip he pulled her closer then went back to lightly slipping his fingertips over her smooth exposed skin. When he moved his hand back to her chest and pressed his palm to it, his fingertips touching the hollow of her neck, her heart skipped again and he couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “You are an amazing actress, Little Phoenix, but the beating of your heart betrays you.”

She smiled, but didn’t open her eyes. “I’ll work in it.”

“Why do you attempt to fool me?” he asked, letting his eyes skim her face.

“Because I’m afraid if I open my eyes you’ll stop touching me like that.” she answered then opened her eyes to see him studying her face. “I missed you.” he placed the backs of his fingers on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “When those witches took you I…” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head, “I hated not being able to help you, not knowing where you were or what they were doing to you. How did they manage to take you down anyway?”

“While Elijah was saving you from that burning house, Sophie Deveraux stabbed me with Papa Tunde’s blade. I passed out and woke up in the sanatorium.” He answered then dropped his hand to rest on the side of her neck.

“Well, the next time I see her I’m going to bust one of Bonnie’s magic muting bombs in her face and break her neck.” Katie said through gritted teeth.

“I would pay to see that, Little Phoenix, however someone beat you to the punch.” He told her getting a curious look from her. “Sophie is dead, Elijah didn’t tell you?” he asked and she shook her head no.

“So what happened to you, at the sanatorium?” Katie asked, getting back on topic.

“Genevieve shackled me to a chair, took the blade out, kept me weak and linked my mind to Rebekah’s. While we were linked Genevieve forced Rebekah to take a walk down memory lane revealing her betrayal.” he answered.

“Why? What did Genevieve get out of it?” Katie asked with a frown.

“Revenge against Rebekah.” Klaus answered.

Katie gave him a confused shake of her head. “I know Rebekah used her to bring your father here, but that doesn’t seem reason enough to completely wreck someone’s family.”

“When Genevieve found out exactly who she brought to town and that Mikael would kill me she threatened to come to me and beg for forgiveness for what she had unknowingly done. Rebekah could not let that happen, so she infected Genevieve and her nosey little friend with Spanish influenza and had them locked in quarantine until they died.”

“Do you happen to know the name of the friend?” Katie asked curiously.

“Clara I think.” He answered, “Why?”

“Things are making so much more sense now.” Katie said with a look around and a shake of her head. “In 1919 Celeste was using Clara’s body. Both Celeste and Genevieve were victims of Mikaelson mistakes and Bastianna went along with everything because she was mad at Father K. and Marcel for screwing up the harvest ritual.”

To change the subject Klaus slipped his hand over her growing stomach and asked, “How is our little princess?”

“I haven’t felt her move in a while. I’m worried.” Katie admitted as she slipped her hand over his and looked down at her dark blue pajama tank top covered stomach.

“Her heartbeat is as strong as ever.” He told her as he brushed his thumb back and forth over her stomach. “We can find a doctor in town to take you to if you need more reassurance.”

She was about to take him up on the offer when the baby kicked hard, making their hands move. “Nope, I think I know what the problem was.” Katie told him as she gave his shoulder a push then moved to straddle him.

“Yeah?” he asked, placing his hands on her hips as she settled into his lap.

“She, like her mother, simply missed you.” She was about to lean in and kiss him when her phone on the bedside table chimed so she leaned over and grabbed it.

“If that is Nate I’m going to get jealous.” He told her with a bit of a smirk.

“It’s Hayley.” She replied as she opened the text. “Did you know the crescent wolves have been cursed to only be human on the full moon?” she asked and he shook his head no. “Elijah told me about it and Hayley came to me the day before yesterday asking for information in exchange for helping keep the peace between us and the wolves. Turns out Celeste cursed them while hopping a ride in a Deveraux witch’s body.” Klaus slipped his hands up her sides as she read the text, going back to caressing her like he had been before they started talking. “According to this message Hayley got to Celeste before Elijah killed her and got what she needed to cure her people.” Katie texted back, “Awesome.” and a smiley face emoji then put her phone away. “On the subject of Nate, who’s not gay just so you know,” Klaus gave her an I-knew-it look. “Oh don’t look at me like that. Straight or not he’s not interested in me like that. Besides, I doubt I’ll be talking to him anytime soon considering he’s been banished from the quarter. It seems it’s not meant for me to have friends here.”

“Why not get Bonnie to make a daylight ring for Josh?” Klaus asked. “He’s completely loyal to Marcel and you’ve expressed the desire for his friendship in the past.”

“Bonnie doesn’t make those rings for just anyone. She didn’t even want to make one for me, but Damon and Elena talked her into it and I had to promise that I wouldn’t feed on people before I could have it.” she said with a shake of her head. “And I kept that promise up until I stopped clinging so tightly to a relationship that was doomed from the beginning.”

“So that’s why your compulsion sucked when we first met.” He said with a small smile at the memory of the guy that Klaus almost killed at homecoming.

“Pretty much.” She nodded. “And after getting compelled by Elijah I have to wonder if all compulsion feels that invasive and violating or just what he compelled me to do.”

“You’re livid with him for that, aren't you?” he asked, seeing a spark in her eyes.

“Livid is an understatement.” she answered with a nod as she dropped her eyes to his shirt covered chest. “That slap was not satisfying enough.” She looked into his eyes. “I’m guessing you’re mad at him for defending Rebekah.”

“As well as a plethora of other things.” He replied then slipped his hand over her cheek and pulled her down for a slow, sweet kiss. “Less discussion.” He whispered then started kissing his way to her neck, pulling a sigh from her when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin. “Show me how much you missed me.” he whispered then kissed her earlobe as he threaded his fingers through her long, wavy auburn locks at the nape of her neck. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes as she grabbed the hem of the grey wife beater he’d worn to sleep and pulled it over his head. His hands settled on her sides as she tossed the shirt aside then turned her eyes to his torso, slipping her fingertips over his shoulders, his collarbones, down his chest, over his perfectly toned abs and around to hold his sides. She leaned forward and kissed his chest slowly working her way up to his neck where she nibbled, pulling a sigh from him as his hands lightly squeezed her hips.

She kissed just below his ear before she whispered, “Tá tú gan locht.” “You are perfect.” Her words, spoken seductively in her native tongue, made a toe curling groan slip from his lips and he wanted to take her right then, but after two nights without her, he wanted to make the moment last. So she kissed down to his chest, "tá tú dathúil." "You are handsome." she kissed over to one of his nipples and swirled her tongue around it making him sigh and back to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. "Tá tú blasta..." "You are delicious..." she pulled back and looked into his lust veiled eyes, “and...Kingdom or no kingdom…'' She moved to sit on her knees beside him, "village or no village," removed the blankets from his lap then slipped her fingertips up his inner thigh stopping at the line of his boxers then leaned up and caught his lips in a kiss that quickly heated up. When it finally broke she opened her eyes, her bright greens meeting his steel blues, "beidh tú i mo rí go deo." "you will forever be my king."

A gasp left his lips as he whooshed to his knees, one hand still on the back of her neck and the other pressed to her lower back, holding her as close to him as her belly would allow. Her hands pressed into his back as he caught her lips with his. Every ounce of passion, how much what she said meant to him washing over her like a tidal wave. As his tongue found hers her hands slipped down to his lower back, lightly scratching him as she moved her hands to hold his sides, steadying herself. He broke the kiss and cupped her cheek in his large hand as he looked into her equally lust clouded eyes. “Tá tú, mo bhanríon, ar meisciúil.” “You, my queen, are intoxicating.” She’d known he could understand her when she spoke Irish, but she didn’t know he could speak it and doing so caused an overwhelming amount of love and desire to wash over her.

A smile spread over her lips before she bit her bottom one and let it slip between her teeth. “Say that again.”

“Tá tú meisciúil.” “You’re intoxicating.” He repeated as he brushed his thumb over her cheek.

“The other part.” She told him with a smirk.

“Mo bhanríon.” “My Queen.” He picked up her left hand from his side and looked down at the tiara on her finger, sat it and her other hand on his shoulders then grabbed her butt with one hand and her back with the other, picking her up. A laugh left her lips as she wrapped her legs around him and he laid her back cutting off her laugh with his lips on hers.

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Katie stood in the kitchen making a late breakfast when Elijah walked in. “Where is Niklaus this morning?” he asked as he leaned on the frame of the archway that led into the room.

“His studio.” She answered flatly, not looking up from the banana she was slicing. She was hoping he’d go away in pursuit of Klaus, but instead he walked over to stand beside her, leaning his hip on the edge of the counter.

“I owe you an apology.” He told her as he set his hand on the bar next to the cutting board.

She flipped the knife around in her hand, slammed it down into the back of his hand. He looked at his hand and the knife that she still held onto then back at her. She looked into his brown eyes with a glare that he was unfortunately getting used to being aimed at him. “I am getting, so sick of your apologies.” She told him through gritted teeth. “Thanks to you, in the back of my head I am still unwillingly coming up with ways to excuse what Rebekah has done.”

“You are the one person he listens to. I needed you to talk him down.” Elijah reasoned.

“Playing mediator was not my job or my wish at that moment.” She argued angrily as she jerked the blade out of his hand and tossed it into the sink. “He looked like death warmed over and all I wanted was to be there for him, however he needed me. Rather that was simply nursing him back to health or talking him out of killing his sister.”

“You made it perfectly clear you had no intentions of that.” Elijah pointed out.

“I was angry with her and pissed at you for stabbing him!” She yelled at him, but she stopped, closed her eyes and placed her hands on the bar as she took a deep breath then let it out. “I said things I didn’t mean. If you seriously think I’d ever really want him to kill her,” she looked back up at him, “for him to live, knowing that he was the one that took her from this world…then you really don’t know me at all.”

“Yes, well, you were not the only one who was angry.” He pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the blood from his hand where she had stabbed him.

“Oh I’m aware.” She used her hand to scrape the banana slices off of the cutting board into a bowl of honey nut cheerios. “Klaus and Rebekah aren’t the only ones who inherited the Mikaelson temper. You, in your anger, kicked a friend of mine out of this house.”

“You made a friend amongst the riffraff. Why does that not surprise me?” he asked, his air of superiority pissing her off.

She grabbed the jug of milk out of the fridge and took the cap off. “Just because they were loyal to Marcel and Klaus does not make them unworthy of being in the presence of the holier-than-thou Elijah Mikaelson.” She poured some milk in her bowl then capped it and looked at Elijah. “My friend's name is Nate and he is welcome here anytime I damn well please.” She grabbed her bowl of cereal and took a bite.

“If I find out he has less than honorable intentions for you I will put an end to them.” Elijah warned her.

“I’ve come to expect no less from you.” she replied and started to walk off.

“Katie.” She turned back to him with a sigh and an eye roll. He walked over to her, placed his fingertips on her cheek then looked into her eyes. “You are free of my compulsion.”

She blinked out of the compulsive state then took his hand off her face. “Thank you. Now, if you ever compel me again, you can expect more than a slap to the face and a knife through your hand.”

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Later that evening Elijah led Katie to the court yard where Nate stood near the fountain. “He asked to speak to you.” Elijah told her as they walked down the stairs.

“Nate, what are you doing here? Elijah could have killed you.” Katie asked as she walked over to him and the other two vampires.

“I don’t want to leave the quarter. It’s my home.” Nate answered. “Most of the others are across the river following Diego, but I have a different leader in mind.” He made a motion at her with his hand.

“Me?” Katie asked with raised brows and a disbelieving tone. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Hear me out.” He told her defensively. “I understand that you have Klaus and Elijah, but they can’t always be with you. You’ve complained in the past about not being about to go out and about without one of them with you to make sure the witches leave you be. You need a body guard since your dad left. Besides, I kind of thought we had become friends and I don’t leave my friends even when an original tells me to.” He glanced at Elijah who was standing behind Katie then back at her.

“Don’t you have friends amongst the people that you’re leaving behind for me?” Katie asked with a narrow eyed head shake.

“Not really, no.” he answered as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I’ve lived here for five years. Only a year of that has been spent with Marcel and his people and the whole time I was with them I never felt like I was one of them. You’re the first friend I’ve had here.” He finished with a shrug.

“Then how did you get a daylight ring so fast?” Katie asked.

“I was a vampire before I moved here. Not all witches hate vampires, as you well know.” He pointed out with a motion to the daylight ring she still wore. “If I have to follow a leader to live in this city then I choose you.” he told her with a shrug.

“I say he can stay.” Klaus’s voice hit their ears and they both looked at him as he walked down the stairs to stand beside Elijah. “Though, I’m not sure my opinion is the one that matters at the moment.”

“I would like him to stay here and be able to come and go as he pleases.” Katie said with a look at Elijah.

Elijah frowned in thought and crossed his arms over his chest. After a few seconds that felt like minutes he gave Katie a nod then looked at Nate. “Do not make me regret letting you stay.” Nate gave him a nod.

A Week Later

Katie sat at a chair at the hair salon in the quarter, the hairdresser cutting her long hair that hadn’t been cut in over a year, back into the style Katie preferred which was shoulder length with layers and side bangs. Nate sat in a chair outside keeping an eye on every person that entered the salon while pretending to read a newspaper.

“You know,” Genevieve said as she sat down in the empty chair next to Katie that wasn’t being used by a hairdresser, “You may have Klaus wrapped around your finger, but I’ll have that little knot untied in no time.”

“Excuse me?” Katie asked with raised brows as she looked at Genevieve out of the corners of her eyes, not able to turn her head for fear of messing up her stylist.

Genevieve propped her elbow up on the armrest of the chair. “Once he sees how powerful I am and that I can offer him things you could never dream of, he’ll realize you are nothing more than a has been.”

“You’re forgetting two little problems with your theory.” Katie pointed out, turning her head while her stylist sprayed her hair with water, to give Genevieve a glare. “I’m pregnant with his daughter, and he loves me. He’d never leave me for an overconfident little witch bitch like you.”

Genevieve looked at her painted red nails and shrugged. “We’ll see about that.” she gave Katie a confident smirk as she stood and walked away.

Not two seconds later Nate sat down beside her. “I tried to stop her, but she did that stupid thing witches do where they make it feel like your head’s going to explode.” He told her with a rub of his temples.

“It’s fine.” She told him with a shake of her head.

“Are you gonna tell Klaus?” he asked, sounding worried.

“That a witch got past you or that said witch is out to snatch him away from me?” she asked with a look at him before the stylist asked her to look straight ahead. So she did.

“Um…both?” he answered though it sounded more like a question.

“I have to warn him that she’s after him, even though she could try as hard as she wanted to and she’d never come between us.” she answered. “Don’t worry about Klaus. Unless you do something incredibly stupid like side with our enemies, you’re safe.”

Present Time

Elijah stood in the doorway of Katie’s recording studio watching her where she sat on the couch in the control room, practicing guitar that she’d been getting lessons to play. She’s also been getting lessons on recording and writing music. “What is that you’re playing?” he asked curiously.

“You mean other than a guitar?” she asked then looked away from her fingers on the guitar strings to give him a smile that let him know she was joking with him. He gave her a small, fleeting smile back as he walked in and sat down in the chair at the control table, facing her. “It’s a song of mine, ‘Lonely’.” She answered.

“May I hear it?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmmm…I don’t know…” she answered with a draw. “It’s kind of depressing and I’m not that good yet.” She reasoned with a motion to the guitar.

“I promise not to judge.” He told her with a serious look then gave her a small smile.

“Fine…” she sighed then turned her attention to her guitar and started playing a slow, melancholy tune and sang. “I’m slowly killing myself. Trying so hard at the back of the shelf. It’s just the same every day. I’m writing these songs that will never get played. I get told what’s wrong and what’s right. I don’t have a fantastic life. Everyone’s dying so I keep on trying to make ‘em proud before they’re gone. Can’t someone help me, please, someone help me. I don’t care, anyone or anything ‘cause I’m so sick of being so lonely.” She finished at what she had learned to play then looked at Elijah to see him frowning. “It sucks, I know…” she sighed and set the guitar on the couch beside her.

“No, it was good.” Elijah countered still with a frown on his face. “When did you write it?”

“The end of sophomore year, right after Elena’s parents died. Why?” she asked with a frown.

“Because what I just heard was a literal cry for help.” He told her, sounding really worried.

“Let me guess you thought I’d been feeling neglected by Klaus and lonely because he’s been…entertaining, Genevieve.” She said with a smirk that told him he was being ridiculous. He just nodded. “I knew what I was getting into when we started this whole thing. He’s not neglecting me. I still get just as much time with him as I always did. She gets his days, I get his nights and after Klaus’s wolf relatives and the crescent wolves have moonlight rings on their fingers…she gets dropped on her bony little ass.”

“You are aware that in order to keep up the charade Klaus will eventually be required to give her some of your nights, right?” Elijah pointed out.

“I’m aware.” Katie nodded.

“She will grow suspicious if she even so much as suspects that you and Klaus are still together.” He reminded her.

“And have I not played my part perfectly?” Katie asked, getting irritated with him.

“You have, which is what confuses me.” he told her with a frown. “How are you okay with him indulging her?”

“Because I know where his heart truly lies and that everything that happens between them means absolutely nothing to him and everything to her.” Katie argued.

“How can you so callously crush someone’s heart when yours has been broken so many times?” Elijah asked.

“Because after torturing him and Rebekah, threatening to take Klaus from me and therefore break up yet another part of his family she deserves to get dropped on her ass.” Katie answered then decided to change the subject a bit. “So how’s it going with your end of things?”

“I have gotten the new faction leaders to agree to a meeting this afternoon.” He answered. “Would you like to join me in leading it?” he asked, catching Katie a little off guard. “Diego and Hayley respect you.”

“Yes, but Genevieve will be there representing the witches. Witches, who I need not remind you, I have a special hatred of. Putting the two of us in one room together will be like putting two angry vipers in a tank and watching them fight to the death. It will be counter productive to the mission.” Katie pointed out.

“Yes, you are probably right about that.” he agreed.

“Is she gone yet?” Katie asked, missing the enhanced hearing she once had as a vampire.

Elijah listened for a moment. “No. She and Niklaus are talking, but it’s nothing of import. Would you like me to interrupt and urge her to leave?”

“Yes, please.” Katie told him with a thankful look.

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That afternoon, while Elijah and Genevieve were at the summit, Katie and Klaus had lunch together. “So, how are things with Genevieve?” Katie asked before she took a bite of her b.l.t. sandwich.

“I believe she has grown suspicious.” He answered making Katie give him a curious look. “I noticed a willows hoop dream catcher, adorned with the bones and feet of a chicken, on a shelf in our quarters.”

“She’s spying on you.” Katie observed getting a look from Klaus that asked how she knew about the witch’s use of dream catcher spy glasses. “Fiona’s mother used them all the time to keep tabs on my father. That way she wouldn’t get caught healing my back.”

Klaus looked at her with sadness in his eyes and she knew it was because he too knew what it felt like to have his flesh split open with tiny strips of leather. He took a deep breath, then let it out and took a bite of his lunch. “Yes, she is spying on me. So we can no longer sleep in our quarters.”

“Because if you move or destroy the dream catcher it will only further her suspicions.” Katie sighed.

“And I’m afraid her suspicion stems from the fact that she and I have been taking it too slow. My actions do not match my reputation.” He added. “It is time I took the next step with her…”

“Well,” Katie paused to swallow the food in her mouth then continued, “we knew this was going to happen sooner or later.” she pushed her empty plate away and took a drink of water from the clear wine glass.

“I can not tell if you are hiding your resentment with indifference or if you truly do not care rather or not I sleep with Genevieve.” He observed.

“Klaus…” she sighed as she stood from the chair and walked around the table to lean her butt against it as she looked down at him, “I truly don’t care if you have sex with her. If you’re comfortable using it as a tool of manipulation then so am I.” she assured him. “All of this…Elijah working to unite the factions, us empowering the werewolves and manipulating Genevieve into doing so…it’s all to achieve one main goal.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “Create a safe environment for our daughter with you and the werewolves at the top of the totem pole. It will take time, but I have all faith that we can make it happen.” He scooted his chair back and grabbed her hips as she slid to stand in front of him. “I’ve asked you before and I have to ask again…are you comfortable using sex to manipulate her?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t done a thousand times before.” He answered as he slipped a hand over her stomach. “It’s easy when she means absolutely nothing to me.” she gave him a look that asked him to give her a straight answer. “Yes, I am comfortable with it.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about.” She told him then leaned down and pressed her lips to his. “Though I worry a little,” she made a pinching gesture with her thumb and pointer finger, “that she will be better than me, all things considered.” Her eyes glanced down at her massive stomach.

“You needn’t worry about that.” Klaus assured her as he stood up and looked down at her.

“But I do.” She replied as she slid her hands up his chest. “I can hardly breath these days much less satisfy you…” her eyes slipped from his to look at her hands on his chest. “Besides, you clearly have a thing for redheads considering I found a painting you made of a very beautiful woman with long, wavy, red locks in the attic.”

“How do you know it’s one of mine?” Klaus asked with a tilt of his head.

“Because I’ve watched you paint enough to know your brushstrokes when I see them.” Katie answered.

“I’ll admit to having a predilection for red hair.” he told her before he pecked her on the end of her nose, “However, you…are the red head I crave every second I am away from you.” he leaned down and caught her lips in a long, slow, sweet kiss.

When it broke she looked into his blue eyes. “I love you, Big Bad Wolf.” He just smiled and slipped his thumb over her cheekbone. “So…how’s Father Kieran?”

“His lucidity is slowly deteriorating.” Klaus answered. “I’ve heard talk of him being replaced as the leader of the human faction.”

“By who?” Katie asked with a frown.

“Francesca Correa.” He answered. “She is the city’s leading philanthropist.”

“So she’s a do-gooder like Father K.?” Katie asked curiously.

“She also owns the biggest casino in the city and is the matriarch to a rather sizable drug trafficking empire.” He added.

“Okay…definitely not a do-gooder.” Katie drawled. “Have you spoken to Cami?” Klaus just shook his head as his cell phone dinged in his back pocket.

“The summit is over. No doubt Genevieve will be here soon.” He told her.

“I will be so glad when this is all done and she is banned from this house.” Katie sighed.

“That makes two of us.” Klaus told her then pecked her on the lips. “Until then we all have our parts to play.”

Katie simply blew air between her lips as she led her head fall forward to rest on his chest. Knowing what she was feeling he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

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With Nate at her side Katie looked through maternity dresses on a rack in the local maternity boutique. “So why are you going to this party?” Nate asked as he looked through a rack then held up a black dress and she shook her head no.

“Because it’s partially my responsibility to help Klaus and Elijah make this place safe for my child to grow up in.” She answered and he held up another dress. “Ooh, I like that one.” She took it from him when he held it out to her and draped it over her arm. “And you wonder why I thought you were gay when we first met.” She commented with a playful smile.

“Hey, a guy doesn’t have to be gay to know what will look good on a woman.” He defended.

“Oh I’m aware.” she replied with a laugh.

“For curiosity’s sake why did you think I was gay?” he asked as he held up another dress that she liked and tossed it over her arm.

“You’re pretty for a guy.” She answered and he gave her a “get serious” look. “And I mean that in a very…Jensen Ackles kind of way.”

“Thanks…I think.” He told her as he held up another dress and she shook her head.

“You’re welcome.” She told him then looked at her arm to see that she had way too many dresses stacked on it. “I’m going to go try these on.” After waiting for what felt like forever for her to be done she stepped out of the dressing room in a dark blue form fitting dress that stopped just above her knees with a deep v cowl neckline and long sleeves. “Be honest, what do you think? Is it too plain?”

“I think if you wear that dress every male at the party as well as some females might have heart attacks.” He answered.

“Is that a good thing?” Katie asked with an unsure look down at the generous amount of cleavage that the dress revealed.

“Yes.” He answered. “And no, it’s not too plain.”

“It doesn’t look like I’m trying way too hard to be sexy when in reality I look like a blue whale?” she asked self-consciously.

“No.” he answered. “If your goal is to make Klaus remember what he left for a shapeless bean pole with no personality setting other than bitch, then this is your dress.”

“What would I do without you?” Katie asked fondly.

“You would be a hopeless mess too scared to leave the compound.” He answered, then smiled and shook his head. “Na, you’d be just fine, friendless, but fine. Now go change, I still need to buy something to wear to this fancy pants shindig.”

She ducked back behind the curtain of the changing room. “You’re coming tonight?” she asked knowing that parties weren’t usually his thing.

“You think I’m going to let you walk into a room of witches, werewolves and vampires without a bodyguard?” he asked as if her question was silly. “No. I’m your self appointed friend date.”

Katie just laughed to herself at his silly over protectiveness. “You know both Elijah and Klaus will be there right? Neither of them will let anything happen to me.”

“Yes, but Elijah will most likely be working the floor ensuring that everyone gets along with each other and Klaus will have his head up Genevieve’s butt.” He pointed out.

“Okay, fine, you can be my friend date.” She told him as she pulled her maternity shirt over her head then stepped out of the booth and shrugged her jacket on.

TVDTVDTVD

Loud dance music floated upstairs from the party that was kicking off downstairs and into the bedroom that was attached to the nursery where Katie stood at a vanity fastening a shimmering bracelet around her wrist. When it was secured she took off the necklace Klaus had given her and added some small shimmering beads to the chain dressing it up to match the form flattering dress. Klaus let himself in and quietly closed the door. Katie turned to see him dressed in a black suit with a black dress shirt and a black and gold printed tie. “Hello handsome.” Katie greeted with an appreciative tone that suggested if she had it her way they wouldn’t leave the bedroom at all tonight.

Klaus growled, low and deep, as he sat his hands on her waist then slid them down to her hips and caught her lips with his. “Was it your intention, when you chose that dress, to torture me all night?”

Katie laughed and he noticed a devious tone in it. “I chose it to show Genevieve that regardless of what she thinks even eight months pregnant I’m still sexier than she’ll ever be. Torturing you and making you think only of me all night was just a happy side note.”

He gave her an impressed look with his lust filled eyes. “You haven’t peeked at the nursery have you?” he asked considering he knew it was tempting to do so, but he hadn’t finished it yet and didn’t want her to see it until he was done.

“I promised you I wouldn’t.” she told him with an eye roll and he gave her a look that told her to be honest. “No, I haven’t peeked at your unfinished project.”

“And you remember your role for tonight?” he asked, getting back to business.

“Yep, hang out with Nate, look defeated when I see you with Genevieve, help keep an eye out for tension and if need be distract Genevieve catty, immature banter while you’re talking to Jackson who is the alpha of one of the two branches of crescent wolves.” She answered then slid her hands over the smooth skin of his neck.

He smiled down at her but it faded when an uncomfortable look flashed across her face and she placed her hand on her stomach. “What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

“It’s nothing.” She assured him with a shake of her head as her face relaxed.

“Katie.” He drawled in a warning tone.

“Klaus.” She mimicked back. “It’s just Braxton hicks.”

“You’re sure?” he asked with wide worried eyes.

“I’m sure.” She assured him then dropped her hand from her loosening stomach. “I know what contractions feel like. I’ll tell you when I start feeling the real thing.” He breathed out a heavy breath and rested his forehead on hers. “I know you grow more anxious the closer we get to the due date…” she sighed as she grabbed his hands off of her hips and threaded their fingers together as she looked into his steel blue eyes. “But we’ll be okay.”

It was rare for him to let her see him vulnerable, but every time he did it just reminded her how much he cared for her and trusted her. Eventually, as the music outside grew louder, Klaus let go of her hands and pecked her on the lips. “Let’s get this show on the road shall we?” he asked as he held his hand out to the door for her to go first.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie and Nate were sitting at a table munching on some hors d’oeuvres when Genevieve and the three harvest girls walked in from one entrance. At the same time, a group of people led by two rustically handsome men, one with long blond hair and the other with shorter, but still long brown hair, came in from the second. “I’m guessing those guys are the crescent wolves?” Katie asked Nate.

“Yep. Something tells me it’s only a matter of time before this party gets interesting.” He answered then noticed her plate was empty so he grabbed his then motioned to hers, “you done with that?” she gave him a nod so he went to pass the plates off to a waiter. While he was gone she watched Elijah join the party and Katie was going to go talk to him and compliment him on his party planning skills, but another woman beat her to it and started flirting with him. “Feeling jealous?” Nate asked as he joined her at the tall table and handed her a champagne flute of sparkling white grape juice.

“What?” she asked looking away from the woman and Elijah, to a smirking Nate. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Um, probably because you two were a thing once upon a time.” He answered getting a frown from Katie considering she never told him about her past with Elijah. “It’s kind of public knowledge that you were soul bound to him and the link only broke because your soul shattered. The recovery from which led to you being able to get knocked up by Klaus when you were still a vampire.”

“My life’s story is public knowledge?” she asked with raised brows and he nodded. “Wow, that sucks. But to answer your question, no I’m not jealous. I’m curious.” She told him with a sigh then looked to see that Elijah was elsewhere, but the woman still stood at the table choosing desserts.

“You’re curious?” he asked disbelievingly.

“Last I heard he was dating Hayley. So when I see him flirting with whoever that chick is, yeah I get a touch curious.” She defended.

“That chick is Francesca Correa.” Nate informed her with a smirk.

“Would it completely and totally annoy you if I asked you to be nosey and tell me what Elijah and Diego are talking about?” Katie asked with a nod of her head at the two men.

“Not at all, I love being nosey.” He told her with an interested smirk then noticed her giving him a look. “What, guys can be nosey too.”

“I knew there was a reason I like you.” she told him with a laugh that he playfully shushed.

“Elijah is telling Diego to be polite and welcoming to the wolves, but they killed Diego’s family and would have killed him too had Marcel not saved him.” Nate told her while continuing to listen then Katie watched as Elijah said something to Diego and walked away.

“What did Elijah say back?” Katie asked, but when she looked at Nate she saw that he was looking off to the side and up. She followed his gaze and realized he’d noticed Klaus and Genevieve standing on the upper balcony talking.

“Elijah used fancy words to tell him to suck it up and Genevieve just called you a walking incubator with trashy taste in fashion.” He answered. The insult didn’t bother her, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard a thousand times before in her life. What bothered her was when Klaus placed his hand on Genevieve’s shoulder and said something to make her smile before he kissed her.

It wasn’t passionate or even a lingering kiss, but it was still a kiss and the first time Katie had actually seen them together. “If you squeeze that glass any harder it’s going to break and slice your hand open. I don’t need to tell you how bad that would be given the amount of vampires in the building.” Katie tore her eyes off of Genevieve, who’d seen her giving them a glare that if looks could kill would have Genevieve coughing up blood, then set her flute of juice on the table. She flexed her fingers and took a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She answered. He ducked into her line of vision and raised his brows at her. “No, but…I have to be.” She told him with a sigh. “Otherwise I’m not and I can’t deal with that right now.”

“Well, I would offer you a drink, but…” he motioned to her stomach.

“Yeah, trust me, if I wasn’t pregnant I would have found my way to the nearest container of bourbon and drank half of it already.” She told him with an aggravated look then picked up her glass and downed it.

“You know they say the last month of pregnancy is all hormones and mood swings. So, just, keep that in mind.” He told her in an attempt to make her feel like less of a crazy person and she gave him a thankful look.

An hour later, Nate had left her to dance with a witch that had been eyeing him all night. So Katie stood at the table by herself watching him dance with the witch and Elijah dance with Hayley. She was supposed to be keeping an eye out for fighting or tension, but so far the entire party had been going according to plan. So when Jackson, the rustically handsome brunette werewolf, interrupted Elijah and Hayley and Hayley started dancing with him, Katie left the table she’d been hanging out at to go to Elijah. “Save me from my boredom?” she asked with her hand held out to him.

“Gladly.” He took it and gave her a spin before she placed her other hand on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Did she just ditch you?” Katie asked with a glance at Hayley.

“She just informed me that she and Jackson were betrothed right after their birth and considering she is eight weeks pregnant with his child they are going through with the ceremony.” He told her with a displeased look.

“But Jackson and the other crescents haven’t even been cured for a full month.” Katie thought out loud. “So that means…” she couldn’t make herself finish her sentence. It meant that Hayley has slept with Jackson while being courted by Elijah. “I warned her-”

“It’s fine.” He cut her off.

“She cheated on you. That’s not okay in my book.” Katie argued with a frown and a glare at Hayley who saw and averted her eyes in shame.

“They got caught up during a full moon and sparks flew.” He defended Hayley. “I can’t say I do not know the feeling.” She knew from the look in his chocolate browns that he was talking about the sparks that once flew between the two of them. “I just did not feel it with her.”

“What about Francesca Correa?” Katie asked and he narrowed his eyes and shook his head not knowing what she was talking about. “I saw you two flirting earlier.”

“She flirted first and I flattered her because she is the new head of the human faction.” He explained.

“Either way, she has a thing for you.” Katie told him noticing Francesca gave Katie the stink eye. “She doesn’t like that I’m dancing with you.”

“Well, you are incredibly threatening to the entire female population in that dress.” He replied purposely making it a point to not look any lower down than her eyes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She told him before he gave her another twirl making her smile.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie was dancing with Nate when a confrontation between the blond werewolf guy, who’s name she’d learned was Oliver, and Diego broke out. As soon as Diego threw Oliver into a glass table, shattering it, Nate whooshed Katie up to the second floor away from the fight. Soon after, Elijah pinned Oliver’s head down on a table while Jackson held Diego against one of the wooden columns with a stake on his chest. “This ends now. I won’t ask again.” Elijah told Oliver.

“Oh we’ll end it alright.” Jackson said, making Elijah look over his shoulder to see that he had Diego pinned down.

“So end it.” Katie spoke up as she left Nate and started walking down the stairs and into the middle of the courtyard. “Kill each other. Get it all over with.”

When she walked past Klaus where he had been talking to Francesca she heard her ask him, “Shouldn’t you intervene or something?”

“Why would I? This party just got interesting.” Klaus replied. “Besides, I want to know what’s going to come out of that talented little mouth of hers.”

Katie ignored him and kept her eyes on Elijah and Jackson. “Except that it won’t be over. It will just be one more hate crime to add to the long list. Let’s take a look at the “crimes” each of the factions shall we?” She air quoted the word crimes as she looked at Jackson and Oliver. “The werewolves have a natural and uncontrollable tendency to turn feral one night a month and tear people to shreds. Therefore getting on everyone’s bad side and we all know that the wolves and vampires have hated each other since the creation of time.”

She turned her eyes to Elijah and Diego. “Then there's the vampires who ticked off the witches by throwing a wrench into their harvest ritual and using one of their own to control them. And, well, they anger the werewolves and humans simply by existing.”

From there she looked at the witches. “In retaliation for the vampires and the leader of the human faction getting in the way of them gaining more power with their ritual, the witches hexed not one, but two humans. Long before that they also cursed the werewolves to live in their wolf form save one day of the month. And to top it all off they’ve angered the original vampires with their repeated attempts to get rid of my unborn child.”

Lastly she looked at Francesca, “Then there’s the human’s…” she sighed. “From what I’ve seen they turn a blind eye as long as the money keeps rolling in and when it stops they go on a killing spree of whatever faction cut them off.”

“Are you approaching a point?” Elijah asked, still pinning Oliver’s head to the table.

“My point is…” she turned to look at everyone else in the room, now speaking to them. “We all have reason to hate each other, but we need to put the past in the past, step out of the hate tainted shoes of our ancestors and come together to create a thriving community. Not just for ourselves, but for future generations as well. Otherwise we will constantly be looking over our shoulders waiting for the next war to break out…the next crime to be committed, and I don’t know about all of you, but that doesn’t seem like much of a life to me.” she paused and looked at the four men still frozen in place with their eyes on her. “So, boys, what’s it going to be, murder and war… or peace and hope for a better future?” she asked and the men let go of one other and brushed themselves off. “Alright then,” she looked at the DJ standing at a table in the corner of the silent courtyard and made eye contact with him. “laissez le bon temps rouler!” she waved her finger in the air in a wrap it up manner and the DJ turned the music back on kicking the party back up.

Klaus gave her a proud smirk when they caught each other’s eyes as she turned and headed back up the stairs where Nate still stood. “You are aware that you just did a New Orleans style mike drop right?”

“I’m not sure I’m aware of anything that just came out of my mouth.” She answered as she turned her back to the crowd, leaning on the wooden railing then stared off into the distance. “I hate being the center of attention.”

“Then what possessed you to stick yourself in the limelight?” Nate asked curiously.

She shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t know, I just…I saw Elijah slam that werewolf’s head into a table and Jackson threaten to kill Diego and something in me just…snapped.” She explained then met his green eyes.

“Well, this is your home now and you’re not just a human, you used to be a vampire and you’re carrying a baby that is three out of the four factions. You have good reason to want them to all get along.” Nate pointed out.

“Yes, but that doesn’t give me the right to jump onto a soapbox and lecture them like I’m some kind of high and mighty, all knowing-”

“Queen?” she heard Klaus ask and looked to her left to see him walking over, “May I steal a minute, mate?” he asked Nate who nodded and walked off.

“I’m not a queen.” She told him with a head shake.

“That speech you just gave suggests otherwise.” He countered. “You may not see it, but everyone else does. You were born for this role. All you have to do is open your mouth and people respond.”

“Born for it or not I wasn’t born into it.” she argued as she turned around and looked down at the crowd. “This has only been my home for a little under eight months. Those people have lived here their whole lives.” Genevieve, standing at a table with the harvest girls, minus Davina, looked up at them and Katie frowned. “Queen or not we shouldn’t be talking right now. So,” she gave Genevieve a challenging look as she turned from the crowd to face Klaus and placed her hand on his shoulder. She started seductively talking to and touching him, “I’m going to flirt with you like the desperate, has been, walking incubator she thinks I am and you’re going to look at me like I’m pathetic, reject me then walk away.”

His face took on a look of disdain as he removed her hands from where they were slipping under his suit jacket then towered over her as he grabbed her face in his large hand and looked her in the eyes. “I love you.” from far away, especially from the angle Genevieve was viewing the exchange from, it looked like Klaus had told her he loathed her.

Katie’s face twisted with a pained look and she surprised even herself with the tear that slipped down her cheek as he let go of her face, turned his back on her then walked away. She kept her eyes on him as he made his way to Genevieve then asked her to dance to the slow song that was playing. While they were dancing Genevieve glanced up at Katie and gave her a snooty, ‘I win’ smile then slipped her eyes back to Klaus. “Wanna take a walk, get some fresh air?” Nate asked as he walked over and stood beside her.

“Fresh air would be nice.” She answered as she took her eyes off of Klaus and Genevieve to look at Nate as she wiped the tear from her cheek.

They were on their way to one of the main exits when she heard Elijah call her name and stopped as he walked over to her. “May I have a moment?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” She answered, wondering if she’d said something in her speech that pissed him off, then looked at Nate who had also stopped, “I’ll meet you outside.” he went ahead and she turned her attention back to Elijah who placed his hand on her shoulder and walked her over to the desserts table. “What’s up?”

“First,” he grabbed a slice of cheesecake and a metal fork and held them out to her so she took them with a roll of her eyes, “I haven’t seen you eat much tonight. Also, I have been talking to the faction leaders and we all agree that you should join us in signing the treaty tonight. They believe you should take a seat at the table.

“What?” she asked around a bite of the plain cheesecake.

“With Rebekah no longer in the picture, the people see you as the Mikaelson matriarch.” He explained. “Not to mention you put things in perspective and gave them the final push that led to them all agreeing to sign the treaty tonight.”

“You call me a matriarch, Klaus calls me a queen, both are flattering, but insanely inaccurate.” She said with an animated shake of her head not understanding why Klaus and Elijah kept putting her on a pedestal.

“Katie, you are standing in a unique place of power as an important member of this community with the fresh, un-bias, view of an outsider. We are simply encouraging you to embrace it. However, it goes without saying that you do not have to do anything you do not want to do.” He told her diplomatically.

“Can I think about it?” she asked as she dropped her eyes to her cheesecake.

“Of course.” He answered, happy that she was even thinking about it. “We’re meeting here in the courtyard at 11 if you decide to sign it.” she just gave him a nod and headed outside where she found Nate sitting on a bench.

“So, what did Elijah want?” he asked as she sat down next to him.

“He asked me to sign the treaty.” She answered with a sigh as she slipped her hands over the itching skin of her stomach.

“Are you going to?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” She answered with a shrug. “On one hand I’m flattered and I want to step up to the plate, but on the other I just want to be a good mother.”

“You know, this is the twenty-first century, you can choose to be both.” He told her, making her look at him across her shoulder. “I think I speak for the masses when I say I think you should go for it. Take your place at the table and use your voice to make a difference.”

Katie took in a deep breath as she lifted her shoulders then let them fall as she let it out.

TVDTVDTVD

Elijah gave Katie a surprised look when he saw her walk into the courtyard and join him, Francesca, Genevieve, Diego, Hayley and Jackson where they all stood around a table that held the new treaty, a bowl and seven silver daggers. Diego was the first to pick up a dagger and cut his palm. Everyone else followed suit then held their hands over the bowl, creating the ‘ink’ they would sign the treaty with. Elijah dipped a quill pen in the blood then handed it to Diego who signed then handed it to Francesca who passed it off to Genevieve then on until Hayley handed Katie the pen. So Katie dipped it then signed her name and handed it to Elijah, the last to sign.

After a few words from Elijah the meeting dispersed. Katie and Genevieve headed for the stairs at the same time and bumped shoulders. Katie bit her tongue, gave Genevieve the most polite smile she could muster for such a horrid person, then stepped aside and waved for her to go first. “You know,” Genevieve started as they neared the top of the stairs, “you can flash your cleavage and flirt all you want, but you’ll never win him back.”

“Yet, I believe you’re time with him is limited and you know it.” Katie replied with a condescendingly chipper tone and her head held high as they came to a stop at the top of the stairs. “After the birth of our child he’ll be so wrapped up in his daughter and me, aka his family, that your little love spell on him will break and he’ll forget all about his witchy little play thing. So enjoy your borrowed time in our bed while it lasts.” Katie told her with a smile as she walked past her. “Goodnight.”

She knew she shouldn’t say things like that since it was technically true, but she was ninety percent sure that Genevieve saw her as a giant joke no matter what came out of Katie’s mouth.

[simsadventures]

Teach Me

Summary: Bucky might have been a confident ladies-man before the war, but now, he is just a shy boy in a body made of steel. All he needs is a nudge, and a few directions as to how to make a woman scream his name again. And Bucky is a fast student.

Warnings: fluff, shy!Bucky, smut, like… so much smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY)

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 2829

A/N: This is a story for @this-kitten-is-smitten​ ’s writing challenge, my song prompt being Strangers like Me from Tarzan. I used the whole idea of the song and a few sentences of it, those will be in italics. Also, it ws supposed to be a drabble challenge and here we are, so… ups? Obviously I’m unable to write short things.  #this-kitten-is-smitten-challenge

I know I incorporate a lot of books in my fics, and if it annoys some of you, please, let me know. It’s just… I’m and English Major and I have to read a shit-ton of books, and I’m trying to use it somewhere :D Here I used Native Son by Richard Wright xx

Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy it, and as always, tell me what you thought, feedback is gold :) xx

Bucky Barnes Masterlist __ Masterlist

Sitting in your room, trying to read Native Son to get your mind off of the last mission, which was all too close to comfort for you. Nobody got really hurt in Tokyo, just a few bruises here and there, but it was one of the more difficult missions, and so it stuck with you for a bit longer.

It also didn’t help that despite your relationship with Bucky was blooming, and everything seemed to have been going in the right direction, even after 5 months of a relationship, you two still hadn’t done it. Not that you were one of those people building a relationship on sex, not at all. But you were extremely attracted to Bucky, and you just wanted to explore things with him. Sooo many things.

But whenever you tried and talk about it with him, Bucky would always steer the conversation in another direction, suddenly being interested in what mission would come, or if you two would have dinner at this new Indian restaurant in the city. And after a few conversations like these, you just gave up on meek questions and letting him get away without actually answering you.

No, you would cut straight to the point, and you wouldn’t let him leave the room without actually talking things out. You would be ok if he told you he wasn’t ready for sex with you, you’d totally accept that. But you just needed to know where the two of you stood. If it had some kind of a future together, or if you two should just move on.

Bucky didn’t even know what awaited him. He came to your room, oblivious to the plan you had constructed in your mind, and he was just happy to spend some time with you. And when he came into the room, he still thought you two would have just a nice evening together. But oh boy, was he wrong.

You were in the middle of Superman vs Batman when you touched his biceps in a way he knew you weren’t just getting comfortable.

“Can I ask you something, Bucky? And this time, you will actually answer me?”

Even in the darkened room, you could see his Adam’s apple bob heavily, as if he was facing the worst kind of interrogation. You could feel him fidgeting under your fingers, his muscles tightening and loosening, as stress hit his body.

You didn’t want to make him feel that way. It wasn’t your intention, but you knew this was the only way to go about it.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but just, please. One small conversation and we’ll both know what’s going on,” you looked at him, expectation written all over your face, and even though Bucky really didn’t want to delve into this, he couldn’t avoid the topic forever.

“Alright,” he barely whispered, and a relief spread through your body.

You sat up straighter and paused the movie, making Bucky repeat your movements so that the two of you could sit opposite of each other.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it, and I’m gonna make it quick, Buck. I gotta know if you’re uncomfortable with the idea of sex as such, or if it’s me, or if-“

“It’s definitely not you, Y/N! I hate myself for making you feel that this had anything to do with you at all. No, baby! You’re perfect, just the way you are, and I’m a douche for not showing you. It’s just… This is something I’m not proud of, and that’s why I didn’t tell you anything.”

You nodded and took his right hand in both yours, squeezing it tightly and letting him know that it was a safe space, and he could tell you anything in the world. You two could get past it, you were sure of it.

He sighed and squeezed back, getting to the point.

“I’ve been with quite a few ladies back in a day, and just like any other man, I enjoyed it thoroughly. But ever since I was the Winter Soldier, I wasn’t with anyone, except few rare kisses or make-out sessions, and I’m just not sure if I got it anymore. I’m afraid I’d disappoint you, and I really don’t wanna do that. So I just chose to not do anything at all.”

He ended his little speech, staring at the blankets underneath you, not ready to see your expression.

But you wanted him to see it. You put two of your fingers underneath his chin, lifting it up gently so that your eyes could meet. And what he saw took his breath away.

There was no hate nor disappointment in your eyes, not at all. You were looking at him like he was someone important like you were in awe he was really sitting there in front of you, and the love you radiated made him feel dizzy.

“I could never be disappointed in you, love! Never! If anything, this makes me love you even more. I wanna explore with you, Bucky, I wanna show you so many things. Can you feel what I feel, right now?” You asked him, guiding his hand to your chest, where your heart was beating strongly.

“I wanna know, Y/N. Can you show me? Everything I’ve been missing, I wanna feel it all,” He whispered to your ear, biting your earlobe in the process. It made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You’ve been touch-deprived, and that was an understatement of the year.

“I will gladly be your guide, my love! But I think sex is like riding a bicycle, you can never really forget it. You just have to trust me.”

He didn’t give you an answer in words. Instead, he leaned in and captured your lips with his, revealing at the feeling of being so close to you. He kissed, just like that for a while, before he slipped his arm around your waist, squeezing your hip on the way.

It made you gasp into his mouth and gave him the perfect access to your mouth. You two made-out many times before, so he was fairly familiar with your mouth, and he knew his way around. There was still a certain amount of nerves from what was to come, but a determination was the more growing feeling in him. He wanted to make you feel good because you deserved it, for all those months he gave up on the intimacy between the two of you.

 The hand resting on your hip travelled north underneath your shirt, lifting it up as it went, and Bucky could feel your warm skin underneath his fingertips, making him shudder in anticipation.

He ended up right under your bra, caressing the silky material in his hand, letting the feeling of the soft material travel right to his groin. It didn’t take much for Bucky after such a long wait, and he could feel himself growing hard.

Whenever he’d got to this point with you, feeling his cock growing stiff, he would push you away and go to his own room, either breathing it out in a cold shower or just jack off to the idea of you writhing underneath him.

But to finally have you there, even if no clothes had been shed yet, it was already better than his imagination. And he suddenly wanted to do so much more with you.

He swiftly pulled the shirt over your head, his eyes roaming the newly freed skin, and anticipation grew inside him. But as soon as his confidence rose, it also subsided, remembering that he didn’t have any practice in 70 years.

But fortunately, you saw right through him, and the second his grip on you loosened, you took over. Not that you were a sex-goddess, but you weren’t scared of little touching, and the horniness and determination combined to create a deadly mix.

You also freed him of the confines of his shirt, letting your hands explore his skin. You started on his neck, caressing it from both sides before you slid further down to his collarbones, which you swiped with your thumbs. Meanwhile, your mouth sucked on his pulse-point, making it really difficult for Bucky to think about anything, let alone his nerves.

While you pinched his nipples between your fingers, you licked his collarbone, earning a shudder from Bucky. Your hands were then splayed on his stomach, scratching it lightly with your fingers only so hard that you left the pinkish lines behind your fingernails. You mouth worked each of his nipples, biting it ever so slightly and making circles with your tongue around them.

By the time you reached his waistband, Bucky was a panting mess with his fists clenching around the sheets.

But before you could pull his pants and boxer-briefs down, Bucky grabbed your hips and threw you back on the bed, laying you down and rushing to lay himself on top of you.

“My turn,” Bucky mumbled to your ear, and while his left hand was grabbing your hip and squeezing it, his right hand was fighting the clasp of your bra, trying to get the damn thing off of you. And though he might have been rusty, he managed to do it reasonably quickly. What you didn’t know at the moment was that he didn’t unclasp the pins, but he tore them with his fingers. He would buy you a new bra, hell, he’d buy you a full Victoria Secret store if he could do this with you for the rest of his life.

He threw the bra somewhere behind him, not really caring where it landed, before he latched onto your breasts, sucking and licking like a madman. While his mouth was working on your left nipple, his hand was kneading your right breasts.

You never had anyone playing with your tits so passionately nor for so long, and so when he finally ceased his actions, you were ready to come. Your thighs were rubbing against each other, trying to relieve you in some way.

Bucky’s attack continued as he travelled further south licking stripes along your abdomen, circling your navel, and licking a line along the ridge of your pants. Before you even knew what was happening, you were completely bare in front of Bucky. His strength never ceased to amaze you.

Bucky stopped moving, just watching your naked form, splayed on top of the white sheets like a goddess. He could swear he has never seen anything sexier than you, there.

His head got in the way again, telling him that he forgot how to pleasure a woman with both his fingers and his tongue, and so he was just sitting there, staring at your welcoming pussy, not trusting himself to move.

You sensed his hesitation and took the first step.

You lifted your own hand, and hill one played with your nipple, the other went straight for the target, spreading your lips and gathering the slick on your fingers before you touched your clit and moaned out loud.

Bucky felt like he was in a wet dream. The very likely love of his life was touching herself in from of him, putting a show specifically for him. You had your eyes closed, your fingers moving on muscle memory. It was when you slipped a finger inside you, and your back arched that Bucky was finally able to move.

“Every gesture, every move that she makes, makes me feel like never before”, Bucky thought for himself as he finally gathered enough courage to pleasure you himself. He slipped from his seating position to lay on his stomach between your legs, and without as much as a word, he dived in.

You released a loud moan, unable to contain yourself anymore. It was all too much. Just being close to Bucky would always make your blood run faster, but this? This was from another world. He was playing with you, you could tell.

He tried to discover which moves made you sigh, which made your tremble and which made you scream his name. He combined sucking, tongue and finger fucking with clit sucking, and in no time, you were squeezing your thighs around his head, chanting his name like a prayer when you reached your climax.

Bucky almost licked you dry, revealing at the sudden power he had, never wanting to give it up. He loved the idea of making you feel this good, because when he looked up, you look thoroughly fucked, with your hair all over the pillow, your cheeks flushed red, and your lips slightly parted, breathing heavily from the intensity of your orgasm.

And Bucky was no longer afraid. His cock was aching in his pants, and when he finally pulled down his pants, it sprang right up against his abdomen. Bucky couldn’t even remember when was the last time he was this hard.

You watched him with hooded eyes, and when you tried to sit up to reciprocate the pleasure, he pushed one of your shoulders back, letting you know he wanted to lay still.

“I’ve waited too long, doll. There will be enough time for you to suck me off like the good girl you are, maybe in the second round, but right now, I need to be inside you. This pussy is calling for me,” he growled the last part and guided his cock between your folds.

He bumped into your clit with the head of his cock several times, which already had you gasping again.

“Are you gonna be my god girl and take my cock in this tight pussy?”

You stared at Bucky, and you weren’t sure when did your sweet, shy boyfriend turned into a dirty talking sex master, but you weren’t the one to complain.

You just nodded your head, and stretched your arms, bringing Bucky down to kiss him with all you had. His tongue was licking inside your mouth like it was the most natural thing for him to do, and you never wanted to leave that bed. You saw before you a new horizon.

Still kissing you, Bucky guided his cock inside you, and thanks to your slicked pussy, he could slide right in.

You gasped, holding onto him for dear life, and from the pants and gasps, you could tell Bucky was doing the same. He stilled inside you, trying to let you get used to his girth, but you didn’t want to wait any longer.

You moved your hips upwards, rutting your pelvis against his, creating friction needed for your clit, and it made your pussy squeeze Bucky inside you.

He moaned like a wounded animal and bit your shoulder before he started thrusting into you with all he had. He delivered short but powerfully strokes, bottoming out every time, and you were 100% sure you’d feel him inside you for days to come.

You were both covered in sweat in a few minutes, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered at the moment was to make each other come. And when Bucky put his thumb against your bundle of nerves, putting pressure against it while still hitting your deepest spots, you opened your mouth in a silent cry, raking your fingers down Bucky’s back, squeezing his cock inside you as your climax took over your body.

Bucky hissed at both the sensation of slight pain caused by your nails and by the way your pussy was trying to milk him off everything he had to offer. It took only a few more stuttered thrusts before he pushed deep inside you and came with the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard.

You could feel the warmth spreading through your pussy as his seed painted your walls and leaked out of you, with Bucky’s cock still pushed deep inside of you.

You were both panting messes, trying to gather your thoughts and will your muscles to move one last time that night.

Bucky pulled away from you, which cause you to white from the lack of contact between the two of you, but he only rolled on his back, bringing you with him.

You could feel his cum still oozing out of you, but you couldn’t care less at that moment.

“We’re never getting out of this bed,” Bucky mumbled against your hair, and you had to giggle at his exclamation.

“What if we’re hungry, huh?” You asked with a smirk, feeling Bucky’s chest rumble with a deep laugh.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll feed you, alright.”

You swatted his chest playfully and kissed his now puffy lips.

“You’re an idiot!”

He pulled you impossibly close to his body and whispered, “Yeah, I am. But I’m your idiot, and that means something.”

That sure did mean something. You smiled and let the exhaustion of your body take over your mind as well, the idea of having this breathtaking sex all the time now lulling you to sleep.

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[lilymanaged]

got the right stuff (to fix you up)

as promised, a little bit of smut for your sunday evening. I also just reached 2000 followers (wow!) so thank you all! to the anon who messaged me the other day, this is for you! I hope it is to your liking! 

also yes this was supposed to be my jilytober contribution and yes it is largely unedited because I hate reading my own work, thanks for your patience! 

ao3  

“Potter!” she shouted, accent veering toward her mother’s Irish in her frustration. Slamming the door to the prefects’ office behind her, Lily whirled around to face the room, seething.

James was seated at the head of the table, sweater off and tie loosened around his neck, bent over a piece of parchment, quill scratching on a spot about halfway down the page, glasses sliding down his nose slightly. Lily scoffed, crossing her arms, shifting from side to side trying to get his attention, but James just kept writing, seemingly ignoring Lily’s raised voice.

But he wasn’t, and she knew it. Oh, she knew it.

The right side of his mouth twitched after a minute, tilting up to the semblance of a smirk, and the hand that had been holding his quill was now flat on the table in front of him, fingers lightly drumming against the flat surface.

“Well,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I think that’s enough for tonight.” Lily just stared at him, raising an eyebrow. “What can I do for you, Evans?”

She let out a frustrated sound, releasing her arms to throw them in the air. “James Potter, I swear to Christ!”

James looked up at her, smiling widely. “Yes, darling?”

“I cannot believe you!”

“What did I do?”

“You know what you did!”

“If I told you it wasn’t me, would you believe me?”

“No,” she said, voice tight. His smile widened, and she felt her anger dissipating. Stupid, handsome dickhead.

“Then I won’t say that,” he responded cheekily. “I will say that you look lovely with your color up, though. Forgot how pretty you are when you’re mad.”

“It’s very important to me that you know I dislike you very much right now.” Her retort had half the heat in it that she originally intended, and she kicked herself for giving in so fast. “Please know that.”

“Message received, Lily.” His smile was now a full-blown grin. He stood, walking over to her slowly, hands buried in his pockets. Stubbornly, Lily held her ground, recrossing her arms and digging her nails into her biceps in an effort to keep a hard glare on her face. Then, she remembered.

“And Snape!” she shouted. “That foul, evil, horrible man!”

“Can’t fight you on that,” he said, now standing right in front of her. James reached out to her cautiously, and she pushed him away, instead passing him in order to pace down the room. James sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the door to watch her.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone!”

“You know I can’t.”

“I swear, the two of you are going to be the death of me. Next time this goes on, I am locking you both in a broom closet until you figure this out.”

“I refuse to snog Snape, even if it would make you feel better, pet.”

Lily stopped her pacing to turn and glare at him over her shoulder. “James, this is not the time for jokes! I am mad at you!”

“Oh, I am well aware, love.”

“Then why must you be so flippant about this? You could have seriously hurt each other! Why must you be so reckless and arrogant all the time?”

“Lily, stop.” His voice was stony all of a sudden, commanding, stopping her in her tracks. She turned quickly to look at him. James had pushed himself off the wall to stand straight. His arms dropped to hang loosely at his sides, but his shoulders were tense, pulling the white school shirt taut across the expanse of his chest. “For the love of all that is dear, stop pacing, and listen. Are you angry at me, or were you scared something bad was going to happen?”

Lily stood frozen by the far end of the table, stopped on a dime. She nodded noncommittally, words suddenly stuck in her throat, which seemed impossibly dry for some reason. She swallowed, a useless effort to make the words unstick. It was futile, it seemed; even her breath was catching as she unsubtly watched James’s chest as he breathed, rolled his shoulders back, shifted his weight forward. Her eyes snapped to his face, a seemingly impenetrable mask, as he dragged his eyes over her disheveled uniform and flushed face.

As soon as she had heard what had happened, she had rushed to get dressed, throwing her clothes on quickly and haphazardly. Her shirt was only half tucked into her skirt, and she hadn’t bothered with tights, instead pulling on the first knee socks she could find before stuffing her feet into her shoes. She had forgotten her sweater and her tie, and she suddenly felt naked under his gaze without the extra fabric.

Meeting her eyes, James took a purposeful step forward. Lily responded by taking one back, suddenly very aware of the small room, the limited space. The intensity that had filtered into his hazel eyes, bright and magnetic. He took another step and then another, and Lily held her breath, backing away as his smile stretched across his face, predatory, hungry.

In a blink, he had her crowded against the wall, standing a breath away. Lily shivered, but she didn't know if it was from the cold stone pressed against her back through her thin shirt, or the filthy way James’s mouth had tilted up as he took in the flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.

“Anger or fear?” he said quietly, leaning in so that his mouth brushed against hers.

“Anger,” she said, and she closed her eyes as she heard the way her voice shook unconvincingly.

“Are you sure?” The smirk was evident in his words. Oh, she wanted to smack that smirk off his face. She hated that he knew her so well, had caught her so easily.

She hated that she liked being here, pressed against the wall by James Potter, breathing the same breath as him, anticipating his touch on her skin.

“No.”

His smile widened again, and he finally took her mouth with his, kissing her slow and deep, passionate and demanding she follow him. His hands landed on her waist, pulling her hips off the wall and toward his body, wrapping her up in his warmth and scent. Her shoulders were still pressed to the stone wall behind her, emphasizing the blaze of heat racing through her, his hands trailing up from her waist to her back and shoulders and then into her hair, and then, finally, resting on her cheeks, tugging lightly to angle her head higher until she was completely in his grasp.

A moan escaped from her throat, and Lily felt James smile against her lips. “Still mad?” he asked, pulling away only enough to ask. His mouth was brushing against hers lightly, and he leaned in to nip at her bottom lip when she didn’t respond.

Her world narrowed to just the two of them, a cocoon of warmth not coming from the fireplace blazing somewhere beside them, giving in to the unique comfort he was providing her, and allowing the kiss to melt her anger, her fear, her frustration and anxiety and the aching, terrible feeling that everything they had, everything she loved would just disappear on her.

The war raged on outside the walls of Hogwarts, but inside, in this castle, in this firelit room with James, she was safe.

She pulled back to look him in the eyes. He was gazing down at her, searching her in question at her sudden silence. “James,” she said, finding her voice, pleading, “please kiss me again.” Though it was a polite request, it came out like a question. Her hands shook as she slowly peeled them off the wall to run up his torso and settle on his chest, fingertips lightly pressed to his collarbones hidden under the school-issued shirt. “Please, James.”

James let out a long breath, chuckling as he pulled her face closer to his. “Yeah, Lily, of course, my sweet girl, come here.”

This kiss was shorter than the previous, sweet like honey as he held her close, hands softening as his thumbs caressed her cheeks reverently. James dropped small kisses to her lips, murmuring sweet nothings between each, holding her close and easing the tightness in her chest. Lily leaned into him, gliding her hands over his chest to sit on his shoulders and hold him closer to her, relaxing her posture until the tension bled from her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, molding every inch of her body to his.

James smiled against her lips, kissing her long and sweet and slow. “Better, love?”

Lily nodded.

James kissed her once more, capturing her top lip before trailing kisses over her cheekbones and around to her ears and neck, featherlight brushes. His hands fell from her face, running down her neck and arms to rest at her waist again, intense but light, ghosting over her. Lily shivered against him again, pressing herself into his space, silently urging him to hold her tighter, kiss her harder. James laughed lightly, nipping her earlobe. “Something you need?”

She whined, high and needy at his teasing tone. “Come on, James.”

“Come on, Lily,” he mimicked, kissing the spot behind her ear. “Use your words.”

Instead, she sighed against him, tilting her neck to give James a better angle.

“Nuh-uh, Lily, you can do better than that. Tell me what you want.” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear, sending tingles down her spine and yanking a moan from the back of her throat. He continued, kissing and licking until he reached the base of her neck. He sucked lightly at the pale skin there, easing her body back against the wall. His hands boxed her in, giving her no escape.

“More,” she said, breathless. He grinned against her shoulder, wicked and vicious, biting down as she pressed her breasts against his chest. He ground his hips into hers in response, bringing one hand down to cup her thigh and hitch her left leg around his. Her head fell back against the wall as she gasped, feeling his hardness pressed against her like that. James nipped at her neck again, bruise already forming on the sensitive skin.

“More of that?” he asked, pulling away to blow lightly at the abused skin.

“Yes,” she gasped, arching her back, impossibly close. “Please.”

“As you wish,” James said, smiling against her neck. He dropped the hand keeping her pressed against the wall to her hip, using the hand on her thigh to hoist her up. Lily shrieked a little, frantically clutching at James with her hands and squeezing his waist with her thighs as he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, and his hands came around to support her by the bum. James brought his mouth back to her, kissing her hungrily, and ground into her, new angle sending shivers down her spine. She could feel all of him against her, and the few layers of fabric that separated them suddenly seemed too many. Lily lifted her own hips slightly, chasing the heat and friction. James groaned into her mouth, hands gripping her bum in a teasing squeeze, pulling her closer.

“Cheeky,” she murmured against his mouth.

He chuckled breathlessly. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

James shoved them away from the wall, holding Lily tightly to him as he walked them away from the cold stone and toward the long wooden table. Carefully, he deposited her at the head of the table, right in front of the seat he had been sitting in before she came in. It seemed like it had been hours ago that she was so angry at him, so compelled by her feelings to search him out and berate him for his carelessness and lack of forethought. In actuality, it had probably only been twenty minutes since she had found him sitting in their office space, calmly working.

Lily’s mind reeled as she unhooked her legs from around James’s waist, allowing herself to be dragged to the very edge of the finished wooden surface, shirt untucked and legs spread. James’s hands skimmed up the top of her thighs, under the hem of her skirt, pushing it up until it was solidly around her waist. Carefully, he pressed her thighs further apart, stepping into the space there and leaving her feet dangling toward the floor. His fingers, long and muscular, gripped her tightly, thumbs lightly stroking the inside of her thighs as he kissed her deeply, pressing into her space until they were pressed together in every way, Lily’s arms thrown around his neck to keep her balance.

After a moment, James pulled away slightly, nipping at Lily’s bottom lip lightly and untangling her arms from around him. He took her hands, bringing them down to her sides, and placed them slightly behind her, forcing her to lean back slightly, almost casually, as if her lips were kiss-bitten and swollen, and her clothes weren’t dishevelled.

“James,” she said, looking up at him suspiciously. James stepped slightly away from her, hands returning to her legs, this time resting on her knees. His fingers tapped a few times against them, and he hummed in response to the question in her voice. He took another step back, looking Lily full in the face. “What are you doing?”

He smiled at her, wide and dirty, and winked, then dropped to his knees in front of her with a slight thud. Lily scrambled to sit up straight, look down at him, ask him again what he was doing, but he just shushed her, urging her to relax back onto her hands again, and slid his own up the inside of her thighs again.

“Let me take care of you, I’ve got you,” James said, blowing a breath of hot air against the crotch of her damp panties. “Okay?” he asked, looking up at her from the floor, pupils blown wide in the firelit room. “Are you gonna let me take care of you?”

“James, I - “

“Hey,” James said, leaning up into her space. “I’m right here, I’ve got you. Let me take care of you. Okay?”

Lily let out a long sigh, trying to force her heart to slow down, and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” James said, kneeling back down. “Lean back on your hands, and relax.”

Lily nodded again, closing her eyes and focusing on James’s hands on her thighs, his breath heavy and hot against her as he leaned back in. His nails scratched lightly at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she bit back a low moan, shifting her weight to clap a hand over her mouth.

“Hey, no, none of that. I want to hear you.” Lily whimpered in response, biting her bottom lip as she replaced her hand. “Yes, there you go, good girl.”

With a satisfied smirk, James leaned forward, hands pushing her legs apart more, stretching her to the point of a hint of pain, displaying her wantonly for his eyes only. Lily’s head fell back as he mumbled out a low, deep “beautiful” and dove in, tongue licking a slow, long stripe up the center of her cotton panties, nails biting at her thighs. His hands shifted again, toying with the top of her panties, but not removing them, skimming calloused fingers across soft skin, as he softly circled the bundle of nerves at the cleft of her, creating a friction between her heated, sensitive clit and the cotton of her panties. Lily’s hip rose involuntarily, desperate for some sort of relief, but James’s hands anchored her down, at his mercy completely.

“Relax, love. I got you.”

Lily all but cried as his fingers curled around her panties, dragging them slowly, torturously slow, down her thighs and over her still-present knee socks and school shoes. James sat back, taking his time, eyes locked on her as he peeled the thin material away, tossing them onto the floor behind him. “So beautiful, love, stay right like that.” He leaned back in, nipping and sucking at the crux of her thighs before he returned to her clit, pressing his lips in a soft kiss right to the most sensitive part of her. “You’re so lovely, Lily, my lovely Lily, let me take care of you.”

Lily moaned, arms shaking as she struggled to keep herself held up, thighs shaking as James continued his ministrations, licking and sucking and kissing. His hands held her steady, open, and Lily allowed herself to drift, eyes closed. She focused all her attention on the moment, zeroing in on the pleasure slowly taking over her entire body, dragging her closer and closer to the edge, away from the overwhelming emotion of just an hour before, when she couldn’t help but drown in the fear and the anger and the anxiety.

James ran his hands up her thighs again, only to hitch one over his shoulder, allowing him to pull her impossibly closer to his mouth. Lily cried out, fingers scrambling on the wood as James redoubled his efforts, taking her clit completely in his mouth and suckling, tongue making quick, almost brutal circles that sent her hurtling toward her release.

“James, I’m...I -”

He shushed her again, holding her hips tightly as he alternated back to long languid licks, easing her back toward the floaty place in her head, anchoring her with his hands. “Focus on me, Lily, I’ve got you.”

As if she could possibly focus on anything else but this moment, this boy, the sensation of the hard, wooden surface against her now bare bum, the scratchy wool of her skirt rucked up around her waist, his hands gripping her so tightly it was dimpling her thighs, the cool metal of his glasses against her heated skin, the mesmerizingly steady pace of his tongue against her, dipping into her folds and swirling around her clit, holding her just barely at the precipice and causing her blood to run hot beneath her skin.

Slowly, he returned his efforts to just her clit, tightening his passes until it was his sole focus, narrowing her pleasure until she was panting and sighing, wriggling against his mouth despite his hands gripping her tightly, trying to hold her still.

Lily whined, falling back onto her elbows with a loud thump as James pulled away slightly, nosing along the crease where her thigh met her pelvis, yanking her abruptly back to earth. “What’s wrong, Lils? You okay?”

“Please don’t stop, why would you stop?”

James chuckled, kissing lightly. “I’m sorry, did you need to cum?”

“I was going to, you jerk,” she countered, head lolling back dramatically.

James nipped at her clit in response, causing Lily to cry out as a shock ran through her. “That’s quite uncharitable of you, Miss Evans.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“Oh, darling, you definitely do not.” He stood abruptly, knocking her leg off his shoulder to fall with a light smack to the smooth surface of the table, ripping a needy sound from her throat. He leaned into her space, using his free arm to pull her up and into him. “Besides,” he drawled, nosing against her neck, blazing a fire up to her ear. “You’re going to cum on my cock.”

Lily whimpered, hands catching behind her again to steady herself as he pulled her toward him, hands resting on her bum, drawing her nakedness against the front of his trousers, still buttoned and belted. She moaned at the delicious friction, canting her hips up to rub herself against him, wetting the wool slightly. James groaned, pushing against her, rolling his hips in a tease of the inevitable. The differences in their state of dress made her head whirl, and she suddenly felt incredibly naughty, bare under her school skirt, legs spread wide for her co-Head. She shivered, breath hitching, and James bit down on her ear, blowing a breath of cool air against her heated skin.

James ran his hands up her body, catching up her untucked shirt, starting to unbutton it from the top, opening the white shirt until it pooled around her, caught around her wrists. He hummed against the skin of her neck, sucking at the bruise that had already darkened to a deep purple at the base of her neck, skimming his thumbs over her hardened nipples lightly, teasingly, through her plain, baby pink bra. Lily arched up into his hands, canting her hips again as he pushed a little harder, gasp leaving her mouth. He chuckled against her, dropping a final kiss to her throat before bringing his hands back down her body to her bare stomach, the top of her skirt, and down her splayed thighs.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, mouth against her lips. She nodded, eyes focused completely on his, wide and frantic. His pupils were blown, and he panted against her mouth before reaching down to quickly unbuckle his trousers, letting them fall open while still pressed against her. He drew away only slightly, pulling himself out of his pants without taking them down, and lining up with her. He skimmed the head against her a few times, gathering moisture, and her eyes fluttered closed. Steading himself with one hand over hers, he lined himself up, pressing in just enough for the head to catch, before he pulled one of her legs up and over his forearm, forcing her open even more and tilting her hips up slightly.

In one, slow, dirty, hard thrust, he slid into her completely, entering her in one fell swoop. She cried out against his mouth at the deep stretch, revelling in the way it took her breath away, the hard slide, the wicked, wet sound of the two of them meeting, the slight twinge of pain as she opened to accommodate him. James groaned against her mouth, capturing her lips in a sloppy kiss as they panted against each other. His hands held her tightly, pinning her down, leaving her completely to his mercy once again, unable to meet his thrusts or give herself any reprieve. Lily lost herself to the feeling, giving herself over completely to James’s torment and pace.

“Gods, Lily, you feel so good, so tight for me, so wet. Alright, darling? Yes, pet, just take it. Close your eyes, feel me inside you, fucking you. That’s what you needed, isn’t it? I’m right here, I’m right with you, you needy thing. Not going anywhere.”

Her orgasm, previously just an echo, was coming back quickly as James drove into her, hard and fast, hitting deep inside her with each measured, purposeful, deep stroke. Her toes curled in her shoes, flexing as she felt herself being dragged toward the razor thin cliff. She moaned against James’s mouth as he adjusted her hips up the slightest bit, sliding even deeper inside of her until she tumbled off the edge, squeezing around him as she came. Her brain entered the floaty space she was craving, focusing everything on the way James’s strokes became erratic as she came down from her orgasm, on his mouth brushing against hers, murmuring compliments, hands coming off the tabletop to hold her against him, making sure she didn’t fall. James groaned as her internal muscles tightened around him another time before she sank against his front, forehead pressed against forehead, boneless and weightless and spent.

“Oh no, sweet girl. I’m not done with you yet.” He said, pulling away. Her forehead fell to his shoulder, and she hummed an acknowledgement at him. “Lay back, Lils.”

Lily whined, but allowed herself to be guided back until she was laying splayed across the conference table, legs dangling off the edge, spread to accommodate the man between them. He leaned over her, kissing her deeply, motionless inside her as she came back to herself.

“With me?” he asked, pulling away to look her in the eyes, searching. Lily nodded, smiling up at him serenely. “Very good,” he said, sounding pleased. Lily flushed, arching her back at the praise, warm and sated.

“You’re so gorgeous, Lily, so good for me. Can you handle a little more?” Again, she nodded, propping herself up on her elbows so she should kiss him, sweet and slow.

His hands boxed her in, holding her to the table top, and he began a long, deep rhythm, rolling his hips and grinding, causing little shocks of afterwaves to zip through her every time friction hit her clit. Slowly, James built up, moving incrementally faster until he was shoving himself up completely to a standing position, snapping his hips to hers at a brutal pace, holding tightly to her hips as he drove into her. Lily fell back completely, laying prone, hands fisting in her discarded shirt as she whimpered at the pleasure-pain of the quick, deep, hard thrusts shaking her body.

After what seemed like an impossibly long moment, James leaned over her, bringing a hand to her mouth, running calloused, hard fingertips over her lips until she opened slightly. He dipped one, then two fingers into her mouth, teasing over her tongue until Lily took them into her mouth. “Suck,” he said, voice breathless and tight, trying to maintain control over himself while he exerted control over her. “C’mon, Lily. Just a little more.”

She obeyed, running her tongue over the two digits greedily, grateful for something to take her mind away from the growing heat in her abdomen, the deep-rooted pleasure starting to spread toward her toes. James zeroed in on her mouth, thrusts losing some of their power as he watched her take his fingers beyond her lips, his own mouth slackening slightly.

“Okay, enough.” he murmured, easing his fingers out of her mouth. Immediately, he brought them to the cleft of her, using them to draw tight circles around her clit as he pressed into her, urging her toward a second release before he had his first. Lily gasped out, eyes closing tightly as she arched up and into his hand, mind cloudy with pleasure once again. James chuckled as her hips bucked, seeking more friction, chasing the dizzying feeling of him pressed up tightly inside her and his fingers working her over.

It was overwhelming and intoxicating, and Lily felt like she couldn’t breathe right as she fell over the edge again, this time long and languid rather than sharp and fast.

James released her clit from his attentions, instead squeezing her hips tightly, bruisingly, as he thrust into her, searching for his own release. With a groan, he withdrew from her, hand quickly stripping his cock once, twice, three times, cumming on the bare, smooth skin of her stomach.

Panting, James crawled on top of Lily, holding himself over her as he kissed her lazily, sloppily, before rolling over to lay next to her, tucking her half-naked body into his side.

It was a familiar gesture after almost four years together, one that still brought Lily immense happiness and comfort, just being held close to him.

Around them, the room melted away, stone walls replaced by the deep red of their dining room in Godric’s Hollow. The chairs were askew, and the paper and quill James had been using were now decorating the rug rather than the cold, grey stone of the Hogwarts Prefect’s Office. The only thing that remained was the fire lighting up the room.

“Feeling any better, darling?” he asked her, nose burying itself in her red hair.

“Yes, actually, I am,” she said quietly, eyes closed. After a long beat, she rolled over to face him. “Thank you. I know that was probably weird for you.”

“Lily, anything for you, you know that,” he responded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m glad it helped. And I cannot say I particularly minded. You know how I feel about the skirt. And the shoes. And those bloody knee socks, Merlin’s own,” he said, leaning down slightly to run his hand over the grey wool still neatly decorating her calves.  

Lily rolled her eyes, pulling away slightly to shoot him a cheeky grin. “That was an impressive bit of magic, Mr. Potter. I appreciate your effort to the cause.”

“I’ve had some time to practice. You know, always be prepared, and the like.”

“So now you’re a Boy Scout?”

“I can be anything you want me to be, Mrs. Potter.”

“Cheeky,” Lily laughed, poking a finger into his cheek. He leaned down, nipping at it before she could retract it, causing her to giggle and squirm away.

Above them, a cry rang out. Lily sat up immediately, smoothing her ruined skirt, making a face at the mess on her stomach.

Shooting an evil eye over her shoulder, she slid off the table. “You’re basically completely dressed. You go handle that while I clean up.”

James nodded, coming to stand beside her. With a short kiss on her mouth, he departed, jogging his way up the stairs, humming a tuneless diddy as he went to go care for their son. Lily rolled her eyes again, pulling her shirt uselessly over her shoulders, before heading to the bathroom to pee and shower.

Outside the cozy, hidden walls of the Potter cottage in Godric’s Hollow, the war raged on, bloody and vicious and terrifying. But inside, Lily had James and Harry, and a little bit of dirty magic to keep her safe and warm.

Remember two things, kids: (1) if you wanna get kinky, always negotiate the scene/play with your partner beforehand as to ensure safe, sane, and 100% consensual sex; and (2) always pee after sex.

[alighieri-sparda]

Silly Game | Vergil x Reader

Prompt list | 39. Spin the bottle kiss

Word count: 1479

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Kindly requested by anon ♡

Hello, dear ♡ Thank you for your request. I had a lot of fun writing it, hope you enjoy ;) I’m sorry if this imagine is too long. By the way, thank you @blackenedskykai​ for helping me earlier. x)

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Vergil is frustrated. Better speaking, he’s annoyed. He just wanted a quiet place to read, but you and your friends were invited by Dante to reunite at Devil May Cry. He heard something about you meeting your high school colleagues again or something like that. He doesn’t care about the reason because the fact is that those loud noises are disturbing his precious reading time.

Locked in his room, Vergil just gave up. He didn’t want to leave the building at night just for reading, but Dante managed to ruin his night without even realizing it. With his book and, of course, Yamato on hands, the eldest son of Sparda gets out of his room and walks toward the front door to leave the place and finally have a quiet reading night at any possible place.

When he puts his hands over the door handles, that annoying voice calls him:

“Hey, Vergil!” Dante sounds pretty excited about what’s happening at the party now. Vergil turns his head to see what his brother wants from him. “Come and join us.”

Confused and riled up about another interruption, he raises an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Do you even know what we are doing?”

“No, and I don’t want to know. Good night.”

He pulls the door handles, but the front door doesn’t open. Dante and some of your friends laugh at it, which makes Vergil even more pissed off. Why the hell is it locked?

“C’mon Verge, maybe spinning a bottle will cheer you up. Remember that you lost our last fight, so you better do what I’m asking.” And of course, Dante’s teasing his brother. He just can’t help it; it is so easy to annoy Vergil. Even easier when he recalls his defeat.

At this point, your friends were already asking Vergil to join the game as well. Vergil has a sigh and growls.

“Fine.”

You see Vergil joining the circle and taking a seat beside his brother. He seems confused, and before Dante could explain, Vergil asks by himself.

“So, what is it about?”

“Basically, someone spins the bottle and must kiss the person to whom the bottle points,” Dante explains. He looks at you smirking playfully. You don’t understand why, but pass it on. “On the other hand, the person to whom the bottle is pointing must kiss the person at the rear end of the bottle. Got it?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I truly don’t see a point on those silly games.” Vergil answered, looking indifferent. You know that he’s totally upset and will ask for a rematch tomorrow. But only after Dante is cured of the hangover, of course.

“Okay, okay. I know you’re a boring-ass, but as I told you, you lost. Good luck, brother.” Dante laughs.

“What if you spin the bottle and it points at Vergil, Dante?” A friend of yours asks, joking. Both Dante and Vergil react disgusted.

“Then we will pass.” You respond, laughing. “So, I think it’s my turn now?” You only asked to remember yourself whose time it is now. Dante’s interruption to call Vergil made you forget about it.

“Nope, it is my turn now,” Dante smirks again, wasting no time on spinning the bottle in the center.

The bottle stops spinning, and then you freeze when you realize what’s about to happen. The eldest son of Sparda closes his eyes and sighs, annoyed at Dante's laugh. The bottle is pointing at you, and Vergil is at its rear end.

“Oh, my lord…” You think, perceiving Vergil’s deadly stare at him.

With that playful smirk, Dante just cups your cheeks and kisses you without hesitating. It is only a peck extended for ten seconds, but you feel like it was an eternity. When you’re both are done, he winks.

“Man, Vergil’s gonna kill me…” He whispers to himself, laughing.

Now it is Vergil’s time to kiss you. And you don’t know how to go for it.

Surprisingly, he was the person who came to you, holding the back of your head and kissing your lips without a word. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his soft lips touching and holding yours. Again, it is only a peck, but this time you almost feel your body lighter.

“I need to spin this bottle and make it point at him again.”

Vergil leaves your lips after some seconds. Once he’s back on his seat, Dante looks at you both with a naughty smile on his lips.

“What a great start, brother.”

The eldest twin punches his brother’s arm. He has a serious face, but you can see that this time, he’s kind of sheepish.

And you can’t help but find it cute.

[...]

Once the last of your friends left the shop, you started to clean it up. Dante went upstairs, telling you that he was too tired to help with the cleaning. You know that he’s just a lazy-ass and wants to take a nap after a fun party, but you can’t complain. He offered his place for you and your friends, and then you invited him to join your party. For the first time in years, he had no obligation on helping you.

Vergil convinced Dante to open the front door after the game and left the shop to read his precious book. He probably wouldn’t return today due to the annoyance his brother put him through, so you would have some time alone to think about everything.

At this point, you are almost finishing. During the process of cleaning the shop, you thought about what happened: after Vergil’s kiss, you tried to make him kiss you again, but it didn’t work. You actually ended up kissing your friends and made him kiss one of them. You did the opposite of what you truly wanted, and this situation really bothered you.

You’re not brave enough to go for it, and Vergil definitely won’t play those “silly games” with you again.

Suddenly, you hear a sound coming from the front door, but don’t look at it – you’re busy collecting some things your friends dropped on the floor. Firstly, you think it’s Dante leaving the shop to look for his brother, so you tell him:

“Dante, just let Vergil alone for a while. You annoyed him enough for today.”

“Oh, I agree.”

Shocked, you immediately raise your head to look at the voice’s owner. Vergil closes the door behind him without taking his eyes off you. Throwing out the last pieces of trash, you stand up as Vergil walks towards you.

“I thought you wouldn’t come back tonight.” You smile at him, in a try to mask your coyness. You can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier.

“And I thought you and your friends would stay all night long.” He replies with a slight smile drawn onto his lips.

You look away, ashamed.

“I’m sorry about it, Vergil. Dante offered the place and I didn’t know you were there. And you ended up playing with us, and…”

He gets closer to you. Vergil is now standing in front of you with a rare desire to talk. It is truly strange, but you can’t complain about it.

“Have you hated kissing me that much, Y/N?” He chuckles.

“What? Of course not!” You immediately respond, without even thinking about your words.

“So, it means you liked it, right?” Vergil is now talking softly like he’s enjoying your nervousness. And you finally realize what you said.

“Well, I… Oh, lord.” Your cheeks are now blushed on a slight tone of red. Vergil smirks at you.

“Dante pissed me off earlier, indeed. But I think I learned something today.”

He touches the back of your head and brings you closer like he did when you were playing the spin the bottle game. You lose your breath for a moment, but it doesn’t stop you from putting your heads over his chest. Before kissing you, he whispers:

“Although I got mad at my brother and kissed another person, that silly game really worth it.”

Vergil dips his head low and presses his lips against yours. This kiss is deeper than the last one because you and Vergil are more confident about it. When you feel his tongue asking for permission to enter your mouth, you open your lips a little, allowing it gladly.

He is slow and passionate. When he runs his fingers through your hair as he touches one of your cheeks with his other hand, you throw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more. You try to hold your groans, but it is impossible.

After some time, you slowly separate the kiss, kind of out of breath. 

“Why don’t you go to my room, Y/N?” Vergil murmurs against your lips. Then he takes his mouth to your earlobe, seductively whispering: “I can’t wait to finally kiss you properly.”

The cleaning can wait until tomorrow.

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BONUS: I had to draw this to write the kissing scene. LOOK AT THIS

why am i so stupid lol

[lov3juyeon]

hyunjae soft smut

requested: hyunjae soft fluff smut where the reader just recovered from an injury/sickness so he goes gentle on you so he doesnt hurt you!

characters: hyunjae x reader (y/n)

words: 1.2k+ (wow rly didn’t expect it to be this long honestly....)

warnings: detailed smut!

a/n: hello to my first request!!! tysm for requesting 🖤 i hope yall enjoy this! currently in some hyunjae hard hours now haaahaaaaa

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“are you sure baby? i really don’t want to hurt you” hyunjae caresses your face, cupping your cheeks while looking at you dearly.

“yes, i swear i’m almost fully recovered.” you urged, hand rubbing against his thigh.

he giggled, looking at how eager you were.

sensing his hesitation, you groaned, “oh come on, don’t tell me you want to pass on this?” you started to give little pecks from his jaw down to his neck. stopping at a spot and using your tongue to massage that area.

you looked up to see hyunjae closing his eyes and leaning his head back, mouth slightly opened.

you smirked, continuing to lightly suck on different areas on his neck.

he tapped your thigh, making you pull away reluctantly, staring deeply into each other’s eyes “there is never a day where i can resist you princess.”

laying you on the sofa, his arms trapped you both sides.

“i’ll go soft on you today okay? i don’t want to hurt my precious doll.”

“nooo just go like you always do please.” you begged looking up at him.

“not today, i’ll make it up to you ten times once you’re fully recovered okay, no bargaining. otherwise i’ll get off now.” he teased, finger tracing on your lips.

“okay okay fine just-“ crashing his lips onto yours, he shut you up with an eager kiss.

“just what princess?” there he was with his teasing tone again.

“just fuck me now please, i need you in me.” you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation.

he groaned at your words, “you always know how to make me crazy.” he bit your earlobe gently, before kissing his way down your neck.

“i just want to show you how precious you are to me, baby, you’re my beautiful angel. i want to kiss every inch of you.” he continued kissing along your collarbones, before removing your shirt.

unclipping your bra, he brought his fingers up to play with your nipples, making them hard with his touch.

you whimpered, eyes shutting at the intense feeling.

he brought his lips down to suck on one of them, tongue coming out to lick and play with them.

you moaned loudly at the feeling of his warm tongue playing with your nipples.

“i love how sensitive your tits are baby, just makes me want to work on them the whole day, wanna make you cum just with my mouth on them.”

groaning at his words, you arch your back, wanting that to happen.

“you’re so beautiful baby, i wish you could see how you look right now.”

he kissed down your stomach, before reaching your shorts.

he slowly unzips and pulls it down, careful not to accidentally hurt your injured foot.

he groaned,

“you’re so perfect angel.”

he lightly kissed on your underwear covering your slit, earning a light moan from you.

“h-hurry”

he chuckled against your pussy, before taking off the final layer and went straight for your clit.

he sucked harshly, making you grab his hair instinctively.

you loved his natural curly hair, even though he told you countless of times how much he hates it, and always covers it up with a beanie.

you never fail to remind him how that was a part of him that made you fall in love with him.

and now, those locks serve a great purpose for you, as you grab on tightly, never ending curses and moans leaving your mouth.

his tongue licked down your slit, and he continued to push his tongue further in.

you felt lightheaded with the immense pleasure, words left your mouth unknowingly. you weren’t thinking straight, just focused on the high you were chasing.

replacing his tongue with his fingers, he inserted two fingers in slowly, looking up at your face to see your reaction.

he pumped his fingers in and out while his thumb rubbed on your clit at a fast pace.

he loved how your face contorted in pleasure, and how your moans seem to only get louder and louder.

“you like that baby? does that feel good?”

“h-hyunjae” you cried out, hands gripping on whatever surface you could find.

“what a good girl, taking my fingers so well.” he pecked your lips.

“i-i’m gonna-“

“cum? you wanna cum princess?”

you nodded your head, while feeling like you wanted to scream.

“okay go ahead princess. cum for me.”

with his words, you reached your peak.

back arching high, you let out a high pitched scream.

“that’s a good girl, you’re doing so well baby.” he continued to rub your clit while helping to bring you down from your high.

finally calming down, he kissed your forehead,

“how are you feeling baby? is your foot okay? are you feeling any pain or discomfort?”

you shook your head, “no...i just want-”

“just want your cock in me” you said in between breaths.

he chuckled at your words, standing up to remove his jeans.

“you’ve been such a good girl, it’s time to give you what you want.” he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours, “tell me if it hurts or if i’m going too rough okay baby?”

you nodded.

pumping his cock a few times, he slowly aligned it along your pussy,

“i love you.” he whispered along your lips before guiding his cock to insert himself into you.

he groaned at how tight and slick your pussy was,

“fuck baby, you feel so good.”

his eyes shut in pleasure and his mouth was left hanging open.

finding a steady pace, he fucked you gently, trying his best not to lose all control.

you loved the feeling of fullness from his cock inside you.

grabbing onto his flexed biceps, whimpers and moans left your lips unconsciously.

“you’re doing so well baby, i always love how you feel around me. it’s like my cock was made just for you baby.”

you clenched around him.

“that’s right. you love hearing how my cock is only meant for you don’t you.” he chuckled.

looking at how fucked you look with the increasing moans, he knew you were about to reach your peak again.

bringing his hands to rub you clit in circles, he kissed your nipples again, sucking on them gently, trying to get you to your high.

“a-ah” your voice cracked at the final long scream you let out. a feeling so intense it made your scream silent.

“mm you did it again baby. always my good girl, aren’t you.”

with the feeling of your cum, he started to feel his high coming too.

he pulled out before giving a few pumps, and releasing his load on your tummy with a load groan and growl.

“ugh fuck that’s it. look at how much is coming baby.”

after coming down from the high, he cleaned up his load before taking a blanket, and joining you back on the sofa.

he pecked the tip of your nose,

“how are you feeling baby? does your feet hurt?”

you smiled sheepishly

“kind of...it was aching from a while ago...but i was too clouded to think about the pain.”

hyunjae gasped and pulled away from the mini cuddle session.

“y/l/n y/n!”

“why are you only telling me this now you little minx!” he pinched your cheeks, playfully glaring at you.

he immediately got up and started to massage the area where your cast just got removed a while ago.

you let out a giggle,

“you’re the best.”

[writingfandomfeels]

Draco - Fun to Be Bad

Summary: You’re dared to steal a book from the restricted section at night, but a certain prefect catches you. Smut.

A/N: Another one that was accidentally deleted

“Okay, seriously, one of you has to choose dare one of these times, we can’t just play an entire game of Truth.” Your friend said. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll take a dare.” You volunteered. 

The group of girls in your dorm playing Truth or Dare began to brainstorm ideas. 

“I’ve got it!” Your friend piped up. “I dare you, to steal a book from the restricted section.” 

You contemplated the dare a moment before accepting and rising to the challenge. Quietly you crept out of your house’s dormitories, sneaking down the hallways leading to the library. Because it was after dark no one was wandering about, except maybe professors… which you desperately hoped you wouldn’t encounter. 

You made it to the library without a hitch. Success! As you walked toward the restricted section, you glanced over your shoulder to be sure. Suddenly you felt yourself bumping into another person. You turned to meet the cool blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. 

“And what business would you have lurking about the library at this hour Y/L/N?” Draco interrogated. 

“C’mon Draco, it’s just me, nobody is even around. There’s no need to be so formal.” You flirted, hoping he wouldn’t report you. “Besides, I only came on a dare. Surely you understand, right?” You took a step closer to him, giving your best angel face. It wasn’t hard for you to turn on the charm with him. Actually, you’d sort of been secretly seeing him lately. It was basically just the occasional snogging in abandoned classrooms or broom closets. You’d never discussed what it meant to either of you and it never escalated to more than just snogging due to lack of time, but tonight on the other hand… 

He stared at you a moment before he responded. “I understand, but as a Prefect I also have a responsibility to turn you in.” 

You sighed. “You’re right.” You said nodding your head. “But before you turn me in…” Leaning in, you gave him a teasing kiss. As you pulled away you had to smile at how he was noticeably flustered. 

“You… should go…” He mumbled, his gaze focused on your lips. 

You pressed your lips to his again. “But do you really want me to go?” You asked. 

His blue eyes trailed up and down your figure. You couldn’t help but notice him biting his lip a little as he stared at you. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your body to his. “Relax blondie, we won’t get caught.” You said inches away. You kissed him again. “And besides,” you whispered in his ear, “it can be fun to be bad.” Lightly you grazed his earlobe between your teeth, then slowly pulled away, watching as he tried to fight it but ultimately lost. 

“Oh forget this.” Unable to contain himself any longer he harshly crashed his lips against yours, embracing you in his arms. 

Slightly surprised by the sudden impact, your back hit against the bookcase behind you. 

Draco placed one hand against the bookshelf to lean on, the other found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. 

Your heart raced, feeling his body pressed against yours like this. 

His tongue slid in and out of your mouth as you kissed passionately. 

Desperate for more, your hands went to loosen his tie. Once loose enough, he pulled away from you for a second to take it off, along with his slytherin sweater vest, throwing both on the floor. From the way he was panting and moving, you could tell he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. 

Immediately he returned to kissing you, squeezing your thighs, and biting your bottom lip a little. He began backing up, but keeping his hands tightly around your body, he brought you with him. You opened your eyes for a moment and looked to your left, as Draco moved to kissing and sucking your neck. You noticed he’d brought you over to one of the sections that had the tables in front of the shelves. 

“Jump up, love.” He whispered into your ear. 

Obediently you followed, jumping up so that you sat on the table. He stood with your legs on either side of him. You returned to french kissing while simultaneously undressing each other. By the time you’d finished the buttons of his white shirt, he’d undone your tie, the buttons of your cardigan, and had a few buttons of your blouse undone too. 

“You’re fast.” You commented. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I take my time where it counts.” He winked with a cocky smile. 

You wanted to hate his arrogance but it only made you melt more. 

Draco finished taking off your blouse, licking his lips as he took a moment to stare at your chest. Confidently you smiled, feeling like a work of art on display. You brushed one bra strap off your shoulder, enticing him to continue undressing you. Once your bra had been tossed aside, you moved your mouth to his neck and the top of his chest, moaning softly against his skin as he massaged your breasts. 

After a moment, he pulled back, changing things up. Slowly he ran his hand underneath your skirt and up your inner thigh, boldly keeping eye contact with you. 

The heat radiated from between your legs as your body begged for him to inch closer. 

Teasingly he slowly ran his hand up your space and over your panties, before hooking a finger over the top of them and tugging them off. Although he wore an arrogant smile, you felt like you sensed the slightest hint of caution behind his eyes. After all, you two had never made it this far before. 

“Touch me.” You whispered the encouragement and he promptly obliged. 

Without any notice, he plunged a finger into you, causing you to gasp at the sudden fulfillment. 

“That too much for you princess?” He asked, his voice cheeky, though he did honestly want to know. 

He had perfectly found your g-spot and was already sending pulsing waves of pleasure through your body. You could hardly hear him over the sensations. 

Managing to shake your head, you muttered out a distracted,“Uh uh. Keep going.” 

Following your request he moved his other hand to begin rubbing your clit. 

You moaned and put your hand behind his neck, pulling him closer to you. Sloppily you kissed him in gratitude as he continued to take you higher. You felt yourself growing more and more sensitive, with each thrust of his fingers. 

Pulling away from your mouth, he brought himself down to kiss your other lips. He continued to finger you while simultaneously licking and sucking on your clit. 

Your hand fell to his blond hair, brushing the white strands away from his face and feeling the softness against your skin. Instinctively you pulled a little at his hair as you came closer and closer, feeling yourself tightening around his fingers rhythmically. But just as you felt like he was about to send you over the edge, he pulled away, stopping completely. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” You shot at him angrily. 

He began unzipping his dark trousers. “Not yet darling. Not until I say so.” 

You shook your head at him, the mixed feelings of arousal and anger swirling together like the perfect toxic concoction. “You sick bastard.” 

“I know you love it.” 

You hated to admit it but he was absolutely right. You’d never had anyone deny your orgasm before and although it was infuriating it also thrilled you. 

“Ready for this, love?” He asked, lightly teasing your entrance with his tip. 

You were sick of the buildup now. You wanted the grand finale more than anything at this point. 

“Just fucking make me cum already Malfoy.” You demanded, no desire to play coy. 

He smirked, and pushed into you. You let out a breathy sigh as you welcomed the feeling of being full again. Methodically he began pushing in, deep, then shallow, never giving you quite enough. The fucking tease. 

“Please, more.” You were practically begging. 

“More? Like… this?” He groaned, angling himself to thrust in much deeper than he had been. 

You shot your head back in response, letting out an erotic cry. 

“Shh,” He hushed, covering your mouth with his hand. “Mustn’t be loud in the library. That’s against the rules.” 

“And this, isn’t?” You added between quick breaths. 

Draco smiled devilishly. 

You wrapped your legs around his torso, all of your muscles tensing as the feelings built back up again. Slightly surprising you, he brought his thumb back to your clit, applying pressure in rhythm with the motion of your hips. 

You moaned again, trying to keep yourself quiet, though it was a difficult feat. He pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately as your bodies lurched together. The muscles inside you contracted more violently and you felt yourself start to lose control. 

“Draco, I-” you started but got immediately cut off by the explosion of euphoria. Letting out a sharp cry, you squeezed his bicep with your hand as you felt the long awaited release. He grunted as he thrust a few more times before feeling it himself. You let your upper body flop forward into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder as you both panted, holding each other. 

“Still planning on turning me in?” You asked flirtily. 

Draco chuckled. “You should probably get back to your dorm before anyone else catches you. I’m sure they wouldn’t be as understanding as me.” 

He helped you collect your clothes and you separated in the halls. 

Once nearly back to your dorm you cursed, smacking your forehead. 

“Damn it. Forgot the book,” you sighed. 

[eleanorbloom]

Adore You (Bryce x MC) 🍋🍋🍋

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 23. Dry Humping | Breasts Worship | Frottage (Mods, I know I’m late, please forgive me 😭😭😭)

A/N: Hellooooo everyone! This is my official last kinktober fic. I have still a few half written but I’ll post them some other time. I actually no need a fest to write and post smut at this point 🤣 so I hope you don’t mind if I tag you in smut fics in the future. If you don’t want to be tagged anymore, just let me know!

I swear, I SWEAR I DIDN’T COPY BRYCE WORDS FROM LAST CHAPTER. I had this fic sleeping for two weeks, but I didn’t have the inpo to finish this until a couple of days.

A/N 2: Nikka, whether you read this on Tumblr or AO3, I hope you don’t mind. That’s all I have to say.

A/N3: This fic follows the events of Eighth Deadly Sin, my first kinkntober fic.

Taglist: @romewritingshop @utterlyinevitable @starrystarrytrouble @lahellacute  @lahamseiroshoe  @princesslahela @hermosaofraleighcarrera @choicesficwriterscreations @lucy-268 @interobanginyourmom  @bratzlahela @mercury84choices @openheartfanfics​

I hope you enjoy it!

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The chatting of June and Baz was the first thing she heard when the doors slid open. “Hey, you okay?” Baz said looking at Eleanor from head to toes, her cheeks rosy and her face somewhat shimmering against the artificial light hanging over her head.

“Yeah, why?” She knew why, but she had to play the dumb. Luckily, it would work out with him. 

“You’re all blushed.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell me the pager found you at the other end of the building. I hate when that happens.”

Eleanor’s cheeks flushed even more. Not even the light pace and the quick stop to the bathroom to alleviate the heat on her face had been enough.

What could she say? ‘Oh, no, it’s just that I gave my boyfriend a massive blowjob in a supply closet, don’t worry, it’ll pass?’ Hell no.

“Actually yeah, I was heading to the E.R.”

‘They’re fucking diagnosticians, I bet June already knows what I was into. Baz would never, he’s too oblivious, and Ethan… I don’t know if his mind will go directly to the gutter just because I’m blushed. Oh, the hell with it, no one has caught me in anything.’

Eleanor tried to move on by taking a seat beside Baz and asking for an update on the case they’ve been trying to diagnose the whole day. A few seconds later, Ethan walked towards the table and informed her of the last results as he started to cross out some theories written over the whiteboard. 

The rest of the day went in a blur trying to discard some other theories, until, finally, Baz came up with the final idea.  

Once her shift was over, she changed her scrubs for a gray wool skirt with a green mint sweater, put her black jacket on, grabbed her bag, and after a few minutes of walking under the snow, she took the train towards Bryce’s apartment. 

The delicious smell floating around the apartment invaded her nostrils the moment Keiki opened the door. “Hey Ella, glad I get to see you!”

“Hey Keiki, me too.” Eleanor gave her a quick hug before the younger Lahela returned to the table and placed three glasses and three napkins in their usual spots.

Eleanor took a few steps to the couch to set her bag there when she noticed Keiki’s backpack was set there too, but completely full as if it was ready for a trip or something.  “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m staying over at a friend’s house tonight. We have a physics test tomorrow and she asked me to help her study, she couldn’t handle some topics.”

“Awww, and as the future astronomer of the family, of course you’ll use your star power to help her. That’s really nice of you.”

“She has been really sweet with me since the beginning, one of the few that didn’t judge me for my parents.” She shrugged and gave Eleanor a shy smile. “And I actually enjoy teaching physics, so…”

“I’m glad you have friends here, Keiki.”

Eleanor smiled at her before sauntering to the kitchen where Bryce was turning off the griller. He was wearing a pine green hoodie with dark jeans. His normal winter outfit at home. “Hey, love. This smells fantastic” She took him by the hips and lean on his tiptoes to kiss him. He smooched back sweetly.

“Hey, gorgeous. And I bet it’s tasting even better” He winked.

“Look at you, four months ago you didn’t even know how to cook pasta and now, all confident as if it was an appendectomy.”

“What can I say? I’m talented and I put everything in me when I’m interested in something.”

“Of course you do, Goldie.” She patted him on his head, teasingly.

Bryce chuckled and without prior notice, he bent down her face and licked her cheek wet and long.

“Bryce!” She giggled.  “What the fuck?!” Eleanor brought a hand over her cheek to dry the trail of saliva Bryce had left.

“If I’m gonna be a Goldie to you, I have to be in full mode, don’t you think?” He leaned again, but this time Eleanor moved as a reflex. However, Bryce was faster, so he managed to cup her head with both hands. But he only leaned to brush his lips over her earlobe before whispering, “And once Keiki’s gone, I’ll do it everywhere, so get used to it.”

She gulped and a shiver went down her spine and ended between her tights. Yes, just that simple words, that sole thought left her all wet. She had been imagining to be alone with Bryce in his room every spare time she found that afternoon. But alone in his apartment? Hell, no. 

Karma was definitely manifesting.

He gave her a smug grin at her reaction before turning around and grab a spoon from the drawer.

After shaking off the sinful thoughts off her head, she strolled to his side, to help him serve the dinner: grilled beef with rice and vegetables.

Half an hour later, Eleanor was doing the dishes, when Keiki’s cellphone rang.

“Okay, Nikka’s mother is here to pick me up, I’m leaving!” Keiki pocketed her cellphone in her jacket and then flung her backpack over her shoulder in one swift motion. “Bye Ella, nice to see you!” She blew her a kiss fast as she was approaching the door.

“You too, Keiki, have a nice study session and I hope you ace that test tomorrow.”

“Thank you! Bye bro!”

“You have everything you need with you? Phone charger, pajamas, pads, wallet, money, EarPods, books, pencils, pencil case?”

“Bryce! Stop messing. I have everything with me.”

“Well, I may not be your father, but I have to do the usual questions adults do to teenagers when they make sleepovers.”

“Oh, and you’re an adult? I would’ve never guessed.” She snorted before getting out of the apartment.

Eleanor chuckled from the kitchen, “I love that kid.”

“You don’t miss a moment, do you?” He said as he saw Eleanor placing the last plate on the dish dryer, and then walked towards her to wrap his arms around her hips, pressing his body flush to hers.

“You don’t miss a moment when we’re alone, do you?” She teased her hands over his and turning her head to one side so Bryce could kiss her cheek.

“I’ve been wishing to be alone with you here for months, so, no, I won’t miss a single second.” He kissed down to her jaw, to finally rest his lips on the crook of her neck for a couple of seconds, until finally went up to her earlobe, sucking it playfully. His hands slid up to her waist, ribcage until he reached her breasts. “At last. I’ve been imagining them in my hands since you left the supply closet.”

Eleanor lolled her head back, resting it over his shoulder, not doing even the slightest effort to dissimulate the pleasure his hands were provoking in her. 

There was no need.

“What else have you been imagining?”

“Well, for starters, getting rid of all your clothes until I have you completely naked over me.” Bryce sank a hand under her sweater and blouse and Eleanor felt his soft warm skin gripping her. Then his hand traveled up her chest, his fingers teasingly percolating under the fabric of her bra. 

“Fuck”, she sighed. “And what do you want me naked for?”

 “I want you naked so I can touch your tits and pinching them, kissing them, sucking them, hard, so hard, just as you like…” A soft moan escaped her mouth, and then, a whimper died in her throat when he pulled the lace down and pinched one nipple with his thumb and index. “And I touch you… and I suck you until you cum, until you shake over me…”

Bryce was about to tug her sweater out when a noise at the door startled them. The only thing he reacted to do, was pulling his hands out of her clothes, and place them in her hips.

And of course, to perform his best nonchalant face.

“Sorry, tomorrow I have p.e. and forgot my snickers!” Keiki said in a hurry, running to Bryce’s room, where she had all her clothes and shoes.

Bryce feigned to be really focused on only kissing Eleanor on the cheek. “God… this kid… I asked her if she had everything”, he complained loudly like they weren’t doing anything sinful before she got in. They walked to the hallway, Bryce not freeing Eleanor a single inch from his body, always wrapping her from the back, and somehow both managing the blush.

“Dude, give her some space” The girl teased, with her snickers on one hand before disappearing behind the door.

Bryce waited only a couple of seconds before sinking his hands under Eleanor’s shirt again, and whispered sultrily against her ear: “Now, where were we?” 

“Let’s check that she goes this time, okay?” Eleanor untangled herself from Bryce’s arms and walked toward the living room window and looked down. After a minute, Keiki ran toward a SUV, where she got in. Seconds later, the car turned around the corner and disappeared. 

Completely sure no one would interrupt them, Eleanor turned around and smiled at him “Now, where were we?” She repeated, before pouncing over Bryce and kissing him passionately.  As the exchange escalated quickly into desperate bites for their bodies, none of them couldn’t help the ragged breaths and soft moans escaping from their throats.

Bryce, finally, at last, could tug her shirt and sweater off, only leaving her with her indigo bra. The same happened with her skirt, and the only thing that was left was her black pantyhose. “I can help you with that,” She said peeling herself from the delicate fabric. 

When she looked up again to resume the kiss, she found her boyfriend already contemplating. There was something soft beyond all that hunger and desire. “You’re always so stunning, babe.”

“And you are beautiful and hot, and sexy, and I need to see more of you.” She purred, sliding her hands under his shirt, feeling his chiseled hips tensing at her touch.  She grabbed the hem of his Henley, and pulled it off, exposing his broad and muscled chest, smooth and warm, radiating the most exquisite heat that always characterizes him. That makes him the best hugger in the world. “Mmmmh yes.”

“I thought I was the one who wanted you naked.”

“I didn’t have the chance to tell my fantasy. And my fantasy is feeling your skin and all your heat against mine.”

"You can't resist my body, eh?" He gloated while Eleanor was unbuckling his jeans and tugging them down his ankles.

"No, I can't. Clothes are definitely a nuisance if it’s on you.”

Bryce took two steps to get rid of them and circled his arms around the small of her back. "What, would you want me naked all day if you could?"

“Should be in the ten commandments.”

“I really am nothing but a piece of meat to you, eh?”

“Yeah, that’s why I ate you out so good this afternoon.” She pouted and gave him a knowing smirk.

Bryce bit his lip, fascinated. “In that case, I demand you’re my piece of meat tonight.” 

“Bon Appetit, then, mon amour” And she captured her lips in his, thirsty, before circling her arms around his neck. Bryce lifted her up in one motion and carried her to the couch, where he sat down carefully, and Eleanor shifted her legs so they could straddle him.

They kissed passionately, fervently, voraciously. Being alone in the department was being such a turn on, more than they could’ve imagined. It was like all the passion, the longing and desire bottled up in all those months, were finally uncorking with every touch, every breath, every moan. “God, I feel like I’m gonna fuck you in so many ways, and everywhere…” He breathed, leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw.

“Except for Keiki’s bed, right?”

“Yeah, except that, that’s sacred.”

She chuckled, “Thank god you have some common sense.”

He continued pressing his lips now against her neck, sucking deeply when he reached her clavicle.

“Bryce, how many times I have to tell you… fuck”, his hands gripping her breasts roughly stopped her, the pressure on her skin making her anticipation grow inside her. After a few seconds, he moved both hands to her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor impatiently.

He didn’t wait a second before sucking her nipple with her mouth and pinching the other with his fingers.

She sighed. 

“All fucking afternoon imagining your tits in my mouth, sucking them hard... And finally…” When he sucked the other nipple, Eleanor moaned and started to buck her hips. 

“Holy shit, baby”

God. His hot breath against her sensitive skin, his expert and quick movements against her buds made her pleasure invade every fiber of her body.

Then, Bryce sank a hand in her underwear and grabbed her butt, but he stopped after a few seconds. “Baby, you’re not as I imagined you.” He whispered sultry, hooking the hem of her underwear with her thumb.

“I can fix that very quickly” She assured, and then stood up in front of him, both breasts wet and shiny with his saliva, and her nipples red and erected in his direction. 

 Eleanor took both sides of his lacy indigo underwear down, and now was standing completely naked in front of him. “That’s better?” 

Bryce leaned to her and slid his hands to her sides, his eyes roaming her body from her toes, up her curvy and rounded tights, and stopping in her hipbones, where he kissed them softly and ceremoniously at each side. Then a trail of kisses following up her waist, breasts, and chest. Eleanor straddled him again, so he continued on her shoulders, neck until he reached her chin and stopped. “My love, you are… god, I think words are not enough this time.” His voice was husky and low. Intimate. His gaze intense and transparent. Breathtaking. It made her heart skip a beat the way he was looking at her. And the way he was calling her. 

There were a few times when Bryce would use the words my love. It’s not that Eleanor wasn’t his love, but he only used those when he was completely and perfectly and incandescently in love. Enamored. Bewitched. Like a golden retriever trained only to love and worship her.

Just like now.

“Then show me”

“I will.”

She pressed her lips against his impatiently. She was burning inside, and she knew the fabric of his boxer was already wet with her arousal. 

He kissed down her chest again, hands roaming all over her body while his tongue was licking her nipple. “Fuck, yes” She whimpered, rubbing her nub against his crotch, finding some relief, but the desire was too much. The sensations, overwhelming. His soft touch on her skin, tracing the curves of her back, gripping her ass, pressing her hips while his mouth was sucking her breast hard was mind-blowing. She was dizzy, she lost all focus, there were so many places when she was feeling pleasure, and above all that pleasure, she could feel the love, every touch, every studied move he was doing, not only to please her and make her come, but to show her how much he loved her. 

He was adoring her.

“Bryce… Bryce…” She moaned “Ohhh, fuck” 

 Then he parted a little from her, took both breasts with his hands, and brought them as close as he could and began to lick them alternately and quickly like he had two ice cream cones and was tasting one at a time.  

“Bryce, baby, you’re amazing.” She cried, sensing her folds almost painfully swollen, and her climax near.

“I told you I’d make you cum this way”

“And I believed the very second you told me so.”

Bryce brought a hand to her waist and pulled her closer to him, pressing her against his tights, her sex tickling, craving for touch, but she needed to reach that so wanted orgasm only with her tits. She knew Bryce would do it amazingly.  

He brought the tip of his tongue back to her nipple and Eleanor brought both hands to his head, forcing him to stay there for a while. “Ohh baby I’m so close.”

He frantically slid the tip of his tongue into one nipple, then the other, and when he determined which was the one that caused her the most pleasure, he simply asked to confirm. "You prefer this one, right?" He whispered sucking her right breast, and Eleanor nodded with a small voice.

“Yes…”

Bryce continued to grab both breasts, but he slid his tongue down her right nipple and stayed there, waiting for her release.

“Come on, my love, I’ve got you.” He whispered while his thumbs were drawing circles in her swollen and reddened nipples. “Cum over me, babe.”

He sucked  and licked her again, and again until he felt her hips move convulsively and  her head lolled back, moaning hard. “Bryce, oh my god, yes!” feeling all her body electrified.

Then, she cupped his head with both hands, pulling his hair to rest her forehead against his. Her body warm with pleasure, and dizzy with sensations still coursing through her body.

Without noticing his intentions, she suddenly felt his thumb rubbing her folds and drawing circles over her clit. “Bryce, what the fuck”, she protested husky, her hips bucking as reflex.

He ignored her and kept moving his fingers, and every now and then sinking his fingers between her folds. “Come on, baby, I know you can do this”, he incited.

And she started to moan again, desperately, her legs shaking. And then, her whole body. The desire killing her slowly.

That was a whole new orgasm, different sensations, and he knew. He perfectly knew she could give him another.

She kissed her frantically, moaning hard, her body convulsing over him.

“Yes, baby, give it to me, you’re just as I imagined you.”

He had  two fingers inside her, and his thumb rubbing her clit. His hand all wet with her arousal, just as he wanted.

“You’re insane, you know that?” She said laboriously.

“You like me insane, you love me insane”

“Yes, babe, and please never change.”

Hard kiss again and he brought his two wet fingers to his sensitive spot and drew circles until she came screaming against his mouth “Fuck, fuck, FUCK, BRYCE!” while all her body was shuddering and her tiptoes curved furiously. 

Her words drew the smugest and most satisfactory smile Bryce had felt in a long time.

He only stopped moving his fingers until he obtained the last drop of her orgasm, when she became quiet for a moment and then collapsed to one side of the coach, her breath ragging and his skin damp with lustful sweat.

It took her more than usual to catch her breath.

“Are you okay babe?” He asked after a minute, leaning onto her.

“Yeah, I’m great, more than great, actually.”

“Good enough to give me a third?”

“Fuck, yes”

Bryce stood up and lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the kitchen counter.

“And you’re telling me I am the insane here.”

Eleanor sank a hand under his evidently wet boxers, and stroke his hardened cock.

“What can I say? You inspire me”

She directed her length to her core, and stared at Bryce, waiting for him to do the rest. He complied instantly.

“I’m gonna ask this Nikka kid to invite Keiki more often.”

“Mmm, yes...” She squirmed as Bryce began to thrust her slowly. “Seconded.”

Both kept enjoying the rare solitude until, hours later, both collapsed on the bed, destroyed. And shower sex was still pending for tomorrow.

Eleanor couldn’t walk properly in two days and no one could erase the smug grin over Bryce’s face for the next three days.

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Yes that line that Eleanor said, I did copy it from yesterday’s chapter 😂

Thank you for reading!

[saelwen]

Pure Blood

Maedhros x Oc

Chapter Five

Summary:  We all born with white blood which symbolizes our pure soul. As we grow up, our blood can change to red and become darker if we begun doing cruel things. The darker the blood, the cruel you are. Mine’s occur to be pure white but will continue to be after i meet my soulmate?

Warnings: Kinda smut

Words: 1,821

Masterlist

"And where in hell have you been, young lady??" Dad asked with a furious tone as I stopped the wagon. He grabbed Dante's reins and glare at me. "Your mother and I have been worried! What happens?!" He asked while he pats Dante's neck.

I sign and climb down from the wagon seat, trying to come up with an excuse since I don't want father to know about my little thing with Maedhros.

"I was hungry after I closed the bank so I went to eat something at the tavern nearby," I say with a sweet smile. "That's all."    Well, I wasn't technically lying

He looked at me with a suspicious face, his eyes studying me carefully. "Mhmm...You better not be lying to me, Young lady." He starts unstrap Dante from the wagon and leading him into the stables. "You better go inside and see your mother. She is worried to death."

I nod and walk inside. As I open the door, my mother pulls me into a bear hug. Her voice was full of concern and anger at the same time. "Young lady! Where have you been?? I've been worried sick!"

I sign and told her what I've told father. She wasn't very happy but let me go back to my room and rest.

I close the bedroom door behind me carefully and a grin appears on my face as a giggle fell from my lips.

My fingers touch my lips, the early events coming to my mind. Remembering how good his kiss felt, how perfect his soft lips felt against mine. My heart was beating like hummingbird wings and my blood rushed to my cheeks.

Patting my cheeks and taking a deep breath, I walk to my window and open it. Letting the cold air from the night in. I look up to the moon, marveling at her delicate beauty. My mind is still filled with Maedhro's thoughts.

"My life is turning into a fairy tale romance... Who would know..." I say with a grin.

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Maedhros walked back to his rented room with a big smile on his face. Feeling emotions that he hadn't felt in decades. Happy, at peace, and excited. But all that vanished when he opens his bedroom door.

Staying there in the middle of the room was a cloaked figure. Maedhros quickly took his sword from his belt and pointed to the stranger.

"Who are you?" he growled.

The stranger chuckles and turns around slowly, his dark cloak floating gracefully around him. "Is that the way you treat an old friend, Mae?" Maedhros's eyes widen as he sees Elrond's face, his grey eyes calm but Maedhros could see a little anger in them.

"E-Elrond? How-" Elrond cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"How did I found you? Well, that was quite easy if I may say," he says as he starts looking around the small room. "I just had to follow the angry crowd of humans. They don't like you very much...except one." That made Maedhros growled which made Elrond chuckle.

"Who would it bet that the might Noldor Prince would fall in love with a mere mortal. I think your ada must be throwing a tantrum in Mandos Halls with this news," he says as he stopped in front of Maedhros.

"What do you want, Elrond?" Maedhros growled in annoyance, not liking how Elrond talked about his ada.

Elrond sighs, gazing seriously at Maedhros. "I've come here to propose something... Come with me to Rivendell. I will grant you a safe home and a place in my court."

Maedhros glare at the half-elf in front of him and put his blade back on his belt, walking towards the small table and fill a cup with cheap wine.

After a moment, Maedhros looks back to Elrond. "No." he says simply. "I finally found peace and happiness in the town and... I have Rose here." He took a deep sip on his wine and filled his cup again. "Also, I don't want to spend my days being glared at by snobby elves." He says with a chuckle, knowing that any elf wouldn't want a Noldor Prince in their city. Especially, a Noldor Prince that has been in two kinslays.

"You have your head at price, Maedhros," Elrond finally says with a deep voice. "You aren't safe here and... and you are putting Rose in danger too."

Maedhros looks back to Elrond, his stormy eyes full of anger and concern. "How do you know that?! Who wants my head?"

Elrond sat on the small and old bed, and rub his hand on his face. "Some human band... They know what you and your family did to their ancestors and want revenge," he says. "Their group may be small but it's growing day after day, gathering more people that are bloodthirsty for the Noldor."

Maedhros throws his cup to the wall and growls in anger. He was tired of conflicts and war. Tired of running. Tired of killing. Tired of being hated by everyone. All he wants now is to have small land, build a house for him, and for...Rose. To grow a family with her and wake up every morning with her sweet smile.

Elrond stood up and put his hand on Maedhro's shoulder. "I leave by dawn... You can join me if you want." with that, Elrond left the room.

Maedhros looks to the massive moon shining brightly in the dark sky. He knew what he must do but it hurt him so much.

Sighing, he put his cloak on and storm outside, climbing to the back of his horse and leave the town at full speed. If he needs to leave the town...to leave his dear Rose. Then he will do one last thing.

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Humming softly at a lullaby that mother used to sing to me when I was a child, I comb gently my wild dark hair, trying to tame it but failing completely.

"Come on, hair! Stay straight for just a godamn minute." I groan.

Suddenly, I hear something hit on my window. I stood up and walk quietly towards the window, scared to see what's there.

I peek out carefully and sigh in relief when I saw Maedhros standing there. I smile gently and shook my head. "What are you doing here? It's late." I whisper.

He gave me a small grin and wave his hand at me. "Can I come in?" he asked.

I nod eagerly, watching him climb gracefully the vines on my window. My breath got caught as he stood there on my window sill, his stormy eyes looking at me filled with love and passion. I took a step forward and cup his cheeks in my small hands, pulling him into a deep kiss.  

He moans against my lips and wraps his arms around my waits as he comes inside the room. I was wearing only my thin nightgown and I knew he could feel my erect nipples against his chest. I've never felt this much desire before. I just want to rip his clothes off and have his soft skin press against mine all night.

He pulls back and pushes a dark lock behind my ear. "I've missed you so much." He whispers.

A giggle fell from my lips as I kiss his chin. "We were together some hours ago, you silly."

He chuckles as he sits on my bed, pulling me to his lap. "I know but it wasn't long enough," he says as he rests his forehead against mine. "I love you." He whispers.

I notice that something was wrong but I push it away, knowing fully well that Maedhros was a hard one to crack.

Smiling softly, I kiss his lips. "I love you too....with all my heart," I whisper back. I began playing with the straps of his shirt, slowly undoing them. His eyes never leaving mine. I feel his large hand rubbing up and down my waist, moving lower to the back of my thigh.

I took his shirt off and help him take my nightgown off, seeing how his pupils dilated when he saw my naked body. He cups gently my right breast, his thumb stroking small circles on my nipple.

A lewd moan escapes from my lips, making me blush deeply. I lean down, nuzzling my face into his neck.

"Hey... it's okay. You can make all the noises you want but I recommend that you don't make any since your parents are right next door." He whispers with a chuckle, making me giggle.

I could feel his own arousal between my legs, feeling a massive tent on his pants. Moving my hand down, I undo his pants and gasp softly as his member slips out. I never saw a penis before, so I was marveling down at the massive member between my legs.

I wrap my small hand around his shaft and gave it a gentle stroke. Maedhros moans and throws his head back. "Rose..." He groans softly.

Seeing him this vulnerable and full of pleasure, made my own arousal runs down my thighs. I lower my hips on his member and gently start taking him inside.

"Wait! Rose...wait...OhEru!" He moans as his stormy eyes watch his member disappearing inside me.

I bite my lip as I feel a sharp pain, noticing some blood on his shaft. I look to his eyes, my eyes wide and filled with fear. Quickly, Maedhros cups my face and kisses me deeply.

"Shh...It's okay. It's normal... just take your time." He whispers. "Breath, Rose. Breath."

I nod and took a deep breath, helping my body relax. After a moment, I couldn't feel the pain anymore, instead, I feel pleasure burning my body. I began rocking my hips, taking more of him inside.

"Ahh...M-Maedhros... So good..." I moan as my movements become faster and harder, his thrust meeting mine.

He kisses my jaw and my ear, biting gently my earlobe while whispering 'I love you' over and over.

That night, we made love for hours. I exploring his body and him exploring mine. After all that action, I fell asleep in his warm embrace, humming in pleasure as his warmth lulled me to sleep.

"I love you...never forget that Rose"

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Climbing gently to the back of his horse, Maedhros looks back at Rose's window. He knew that he should have to wake her up and try to explain to her what he must do but he was a coward and didn't want to see her tears while she asks why.

"This is for the better," he whispers to himself.

Sighing, he goes back to the town where he will meet Elrond and go back to Rivendell with him.

I love you, Rose He thought.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #426

“insatiable furnace, burning up our surplus  /  watching all essential life become another servant”

Are you a brunette? Yep. It is way past due time that I get it dyed... What is your favorite channel on TV? I don't really watch TV, but if I did, I'm pretty sure it'd probably be Discovery. Have you ever been to Chicago, IL? Yes!! It's my only experience with a truly BIG city, and though I'm not a city person, the experience was pretty magical. It was something I wasn't even remotely used to. Just so much life and business and energy to feel there. Who was your first friend? Brianna. She was the sister of my older sister's best friend. What is your favorite holiday? Christmas. :') Do you regret your last kiss? Nope. Have you ever taken a karate class? No. Who was the last person to tell you ‘I love you’? My mom. Have you ever been to the Statue of Liberty? No. Do you live on your own? Noooo. I don't think I ever could. I would have to stay VERY busy, or else the loneliness would kill me. Hell, even if I was very active in stuff, I still don't know if I could. With how bad my depression is capable of being, it doesn't sound smart at all for me to move out unless it was with somebody. Are your the oldest child? No, I'm the middle kid. How many X-rays have you had in the last 2 years? Two, maybe? One for my legs and the other for my teeth. Are you on good terms with your last ex? Yeah, we're best friends. Do you have scars you don’t like to talk about? Nah. Do you freak out if a bee/wasp flies near you? ... yes lol. What subjects in history interest you most? The Holocaust. It's just so... shocking and extreme that it's oddly fascinating, but of course horribly sad. Are you superstitious in any way? Nah. How do you get rid of anxiety? Do what? Are there any items of jewelry you never/rarely take off? Yeah, my two rings, my lip piercing, and tragus piercing. Has a song ever made you cry before? There are many. ^If so, what about it brought you to tears? Again, I said "many," so this would be a horribly long list. There are four though - "Eternally Yours" and "Another Life" by Motionless in White, "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin, and "The Mortician's Daughter" by Black Veil Brides - that I really, really try to avoid, because I WILL cry. They're all associated with Jason for one reason or another. "Stairway to Heaven," especially, is absolutely forbidden for me to listen to. Would you consider yourself open-minded? Very, honestly. Have you ever met someone online that you wanted to meet in real life? I've met Sara! :') There are a handful of others I'd love to meet, too. Tell me about the last thing that made you laugh until it hurt. Wow, I have no idea. I don't remember the last time I laughed THAT hard. When you graduate, what color will your gown be? Ugh, it was this insufferable red. We got to vote on it, and I really wanted navy instead, as it looks more formal and not as obnoxious to me, but red won. Do you own a gun? No. My household legally can't because of my suicidal history. What color of shirt are you wearing? It's a black tank top. Do you use any acne medication? Nah, I don't really get acne anymore. Are you emotional or very stoic? I'm emotional as shit. Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? A few. There's Fullmetal Alchemist (as well as the Brotherhood expansion), Deadman Wonderland, and Ginga Densetsu Weed. I've seen bits of others. Which baby animal is your favorite? MEERKATS!!!!!! :') Once they reach three/four weeks, they're fucking precious. I also really like kittens. Do you like jam on your toast and biscuits? Sometimes. Have you ever reread a book? It is very, VERY rare I do this. The only cases I remember are for Because of Winn-Dixie and Meerkat Manor: Flower of the Kalahari. Do you have any religious symbols in your home? I think Mom has some religious quotes on the walls? What religion do you identify with, if any? None. What is you favorite flavor of pudding and/or yogurt? I love chocolate pudding, but I'm not very big on yogurt because of the sourness. I can sometimes eat a cookies 'n cream one, but occasionally I'm like "ew." We’re going to the best amusement park ever, first ride you choose is? One of those water rides where you go down a big slope. Did you have intense night terrors as a child? No. Know anybody who works in a tattoo parlor? No. That'd be dope. Have you ever had a piercing get infected? Ugh, yes. Worst was the first time I got my tongue pierced. It was early into infection though, thank God; I ended up having to take it out and get it re-pierced later. Have you ever shoplifted? No. Do you hate when people say, "Everything’s going to be fine,“ when it’s not? Sometimes. It can feel kinda dismissive of your extreme situation, and sometimes, things simply won't be okay. Like, you can't tell that to someone on their death bed. Do you check your fire alarms when you’re supposed to? No, oops. Are you a shorts-wearing kind of person? Absolutely not. Nobody wants to see my legs, not even me. Is your grandparents’ house obsessively tidy? My grandma's sure as hell was. She was very old-fashioned and "proper" and took cleanliness and manners very seriously. Do you know how to jumpstart a car? Nope. Would you date someone 8 years older than you? Probably. What did you do today? I WENT TO THE GYM AND DID A FULL HOUR OF EXERCISE!!!!! :') For once I am SO fucking proud of myself. I left drenched in sweat, but I also left with a feeling of great accomplishment. I'm going to be going twice a week now with a personal trainer. (: Who was the last person you fell asleep with? Sara. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. People doing that shit terrifies me. Have you ever felt replaced? Sure have. Have you ever kissed someone who was high? No. If you caught your significant other cheating on you what would you do? I don't have a partner, but hypothetically, leave their ass in a blink. I don't fuck with those kind of people. Do you know who Jeffree Star is? Well, yes. I watch him on YT sometimes and (astonishingly) love his music, and I find his work ethic extremely inspiring. That man knows how to hustle. What’s your favourite alcoholic beverage? Probably sangrias. When was the last time you saw a photo of your ex? "The" ex, it's been years. I've removed all pictures I have of him, irl and digitally, because it's triggering for me. How many push-ups can you do? Probably zero. Do you play any games on your phone? There's Pokemon GO, DragonVale, and Dragons of Atlantis that I play semi-regularly. Have you ever received a compliment from a stranger? Yes. Have you ever shaved your face? Just my upper lip to avoid the lady stache, ha ha. What colour is your front door? It’s white. Do you take the stairs or the elevator? If an elevator is available, I will ALWAYS use that. I have an extreeeemely hard time getting up stairs because of having just about no leg muscle. Do you get motion sickness? No. When was the last time you went to your favourite restaurant? Oh man, it's been forever. :/ Olive Garden sounds soooo good right now. Do either of your parents have any tattoos or piercings? No. Well, Mom has her earlobes pierced once, but that's it. Are you desperate for anyone’s approval, in particular? It's funny, even though he hasn't been a part of my life for years, I still desperately crave what I think would make Jason proud. There have been many times where my mind has wondered to what he would think of me now... and I know it's not good. Are there any activities you enjoy doing, but can only do for a short amount of time before you get bored or tired of them? Reading. When was the last time you felt hopeful, and why? Today, after finishing my workout at the gym. I think, finally, that I may be taking another stride forward in life. Do you find yourself asking for the same things for your birthdays and for holidays? Ha, yup: a new tattoo, 100%. What is something someone recommended to you that you disliked/hated? Girt's recommended some music to me before. He loves sharing songs he likes with me. Of course I didn't tell him it sucked, ha ha. What’s a fact about the last person you kissed? She is very passionate about animals, reptiles in particular, and is simply amazing with them. If you had a child, would you rather have a girl or a boy? A girl for sure. Has anybody ever accused you of doing drugs? No. Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? Yeah. Honestly, do you think that you will wanna settle down in the same town you’re currently residing in? HELL no. I hate this place. Does anyone call you darling? If so who? Sara does sometimes. Are you close to any of your cousins? No. Are you a romantic person? I think I am. What’s the coolest thing you’ve seen out the window of an airplane? Mountains. Have you ever been in the mountains when the moon and stars were up? NO BUT FUCK I WANT THAT. Just lay in a grassy spot with some s'mores or something and just ~vibe~. Do people like your hair? I get complimented on it a bit. Have you ever held birdseed and a bird came and ate out of your hand? Yeah, at a bird sanctuary. Could you ever live in Alaska? Hell yeah, I'd enjoy that. On the main page on YouTube, what’re the three recommended videos? There's one by a WoW gold maker, a song by 3TEETH, and a video of bullsnakes hatching. Do you really care how many friends you or anyone else has on Myspace/Facebook? Couldn't care less. I only "friend" people I know and care about. Does your significant other have any piercings? I'm single. Do you ever get bored of yourself? Oh, all the time. I feel like I'm extremely dull and plain and, well, boring. How many band shirts do you own? Which? Oh goodness, I have no idea. I own a lot. Do you go to shows mostly for the music, the moshing, or the merchandise? I go for the music. It's nice to buy merch, but it's SO expensive that it's dumb. Moshing, I think is just stupid. Have you ever had anything pierced that you don’t have now? Many places, actually. So many holes closed because piercings had to be taken out when I was in the psych hospital. I was so annoyed. Who were you with the first time you watched the last movie you watched? I was alone. Do you have any twins/multiples in your family? Are they identical or fraternal? No. What is the highest number of jobs you’ve had at one time? One. Is your mom a good mom? She is the actual best. Last thing you threw in the garbage? The crust of some leftover pizza I had this morning. I generally eat the crust, but this time it was WAY too hard.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Going Through Motions{6}

Title: Going Through Motions {6}**

Steve Rogers X Reader OFC Korral “Korri” Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Blood, Angst, NSFW, SMUTTTTTT, Pain

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: You and Steve had a hot, passionate, and wild romance seven years ago when you worked with the Avengers. It was the best year of your life; you’d never felt the things you’d felt in all your life. Then out of nowhere, Steve just ended things—in a letter. A heartbreaking letter, then the world deemed him a criminal, and he disappeared. Now, you’ve moved on and have gotten engaged to rich man Marc Spector. Tony brings you back to work with the newly rebuilt Avengers that is still led by Captain America who is definitely done asking for permission and not looking for forgiveness. Or is he?

Note: So, for this fic, we are going to alter the MCU timeline a bit. This takes place after Civil War, but Infinity War has not happened yet. Steve is off the grid for seven years before he comes back. {I know that’s a long time, but let me rock please} Also, I’m going to be introing/adding in Moon Knight (Marc Spector) in just because I feel like it and I want to start exploring other Marvel characters and of course I will twist him to serve my purposes.

**Loosely Proofread/edited**

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-Steve-

  He fucking hated being shot. It didn’t happen often, but it did happen. This time the bullet had actually penetrated his suit which told him that they weren’t dealing with petty mercenaries or criminals. The ride back to the compound was a painful one. Once Nat patched him up the best she could in the air he saw you in a dark corner of the jet, you didn’t speak or look anywhere but the floor. Tony gave him a look that said to leave you alone, and he decided to listen against every instinct in his body. While he was angry seeing you in his arms, he felt far more than anger. Way too much.

   When the jet landed back at the compound, you were the first off. You were quick, so quick he didn’t see where you disappeared to. “Let’s get you looked at, Cap,” Vision said. He looked to him and back to where you disappeared. “I’ll be fine. We need to focus on who they were and why they wanted that canister,” he ordered as he walked off. He walked inside the compound and made his way to his room. He was getting too old for this, he thought. As he walked he thought back to the fact that not once but twice you’d tried to put yourself between him and danger. He couldn’t understand why you’d do that.

   Since he’d been back, you’d made sure to limit any time you spent with or near him. He wasn’t stupid, he could tell, and he knew everyone else could too. They knew everything about the situation and your relationship much to his annoyance. He’d tried to keep your relationship low key, but after the first kiss he knew it would be impossible. He wasn’t able to control himself. He’d lost control of not only his actions, but his feelings and he fell hard and fast for you. Sam was the one to realize it first, then Nat and the others and they teased him mercilessly. By the time you’d spent your first night together he knew he would do anything for you, all you had to do was ask. They also knew what he’d done, but only Bucky, Sam and Nat knew why he’d done it.

He pressed his back to the door of one of the med bays, deciding he did need to take care of the wound. Groaning, he walked toward the table and leaned forward. He slowly peeled off the top of his suit and allowed it to hand around his waist. He looked down to his side and saw the blood-soaked bandage. He ripped it and dropped it to the floor, he saw drops of his blood drip onto the floor and quickly made it over to where he knew the surgical instruments were. He gripped the clamps and psyched himself up, knowing he needed to get the bullet out. He brought the metal close to the wound but paused as the door opened. He spun around and there you stood the source of his joy and the root of his nightmares. You didn’t move, and he wasn’t sure if you’d turn back around and leave. Your eyes fell to his abdomen. You came inside and closed the door behind you. “Get on the table, I’ll help,” you said flipping on the overhead light above the table. He groaned again. “I got it.”

He looked down to his wound and dipped the clamp inside; his loud groans filled the room until he pulled the clamp out. His blood dripped more. “Stop being stubborn Steve. Get on the table. Let me help!” Shaking his head, he listened and climbed on the cold table. The stretch of his skin made him flex his entire body. After a few seconds, he looked to you. You were standing beside the table staring at his body. He groaned and looked up into the light. He didn’t need an erection now. He willed himself to get a grip. You moved around the room gathering supplies before you returned to his side.

   “This is going to hurt,” you informed. He almost laughed. “You sound as if you might enjoy it.” Your eyes briefly rose to his before they dipped back to his abdomen. “Maybe, I will.” Without any more words, you poured the alcohol into his wound. He shouted out as the burn felt as if it consumed his entire torso. You didn’t stop, you dipped the clamp into the hole and fished around for the bullet. Every move the clamp made it felt as if there were metallic ants digging into him and ripping apart his flesh. He gritted his teeth and focused on the light above him. Part of him felt like he deserved the pain, so he didn’t utter a word.

 After what felt like an eternity you pulled the clamp out grasping the bullet. “Got it.” the clatter it made on the table beside him echoed in the room. Again, you poured the alcohol in the wound. He stifled his scream, so it was only a constricted groan. He felt the puncture of the stitches you were forming on his skin, and he knew the worst was behind him. He released a slightly relieved breath. When he was able to control the pain from the needle, he looked at you and wondered why you were doing this.

   “Why?”

   “Why what?” You spoke without looking up from what you were doing. “Why’re you helping me?” It was then you stopped and looked up to him. Your bloodied hands hovered in the air. You scoffed and smirked but continued your work. “Oh, you’re wondering why I’d help the man who abandoned me seven years ago to break up with me in a letter that pretty much said he didn’t love me anymore if he ever did? Wondering why I’d do anything but try to cause you severe pain?” You pulled the thread tightly, forcing a pained grunt from him.

   “Guess I’m more like your precious Peggy than you thought after all. What was it you said in that letter?” He knew exactly what he’d said in the letter. It was all lies. He knew he had to make it so you’d never try to go after him. There was only one way to do that—break your heart. He wondered if he’d done too good of a job. “Oh, I remember; you said you’d planted a fake image of who I was in your mind, an image that I could be anything like the woman you loved, the only woman you’d ever loved. That it had become painfully clear that I was not her, I was nothing like her, and that realization is the reason why it’s clear to you that you could never end up with me.” Hearing the words he’d written broke whatever was left inside him. It killed him to write those words. He also knew that if he wrote them you wouldn’t follow. He knew about your insecurities of living up to the memory of a dead woman. He’d tried to convince you that Peggy was his past, he’d made peace with it and wanted to look to the future, but he knew you still held suspicions he craved her. He didn’t. You yanked the thread once more before you snipped the excess. You then slammed the needle on the table. “There you go Cap, good as new.” You walked around the table to the door, and he had to stop you. Tossing his legs over the edge of the table he pulled you back to him.

   “Let me go!” You were angry. He’d never seen you this upset. “Wait, Korri, wait!” His eyes stung with the unshed tears threatening to spill out. “For what Steve?!” You tried to pull yourself free, but he was stronger and held you in place. “Just wait, darlin’.” He hadn’t said that word in years and to finally let it out it brought a single tear down his cheek. You groaned; he could feel your body shaking. He gripped your cheeks and brought you to face him. “Let me go!”

   “I’m—I’m—god Korri--.” You pulled away from him, and he saw the tears. “You what Steve? Huh! God, I hate you so fucking much! You said that shit to me in a letter, a fucking letter!” He could feel your hurt through your daggered words. He hated himself even more. He never wanted to hurt you, not in a million years but he purposely wrote those lies knowing they would. “Darlin’--,” he began. You swung up and slapped him clear across his cheek. “Stop calling me that. You lost every fucking right to call me that or Korri, you fuck!” He dropped his forehead to yours; you didn’t pull away, and he found it strange. He began to wonder if all this hate and rage you spewed was a cover for something else. His body knew what he was going to do before his brain did. He pulled you to him and held you. You cried into his neck holding tightly to his back. Your scent filled his nostrils, and he dropped a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck on the exposed skin there. Your sobs stopped, but you didn’t pull away. His lips moved of their own desire across your skin trailing kisses up your neck to your ear. Once at your earlobe he nibbled it then brought his lips back down to your neck.

   Suddenly you pulled away and rushed out the door, slamming it behind you. He sat there feeling so many things he couldn’t focus on one, so he ran through them all. You were hurting, not a little either, a lot, and he was the cause of it. Through your pain you allowed him to put his lips on you. You’d stood there while he’d lost control of his emotions and wants. Why? He hopped off the table and walked out the room bare-chested and all. When he got to the hall that would take him to his room he stopped. He had two choices, and he knew what was right and what was selfish. He’d done the right thing seven years ago and fought against his selfishness. He knew what that felt like, he knew the result of that path, and he had no intention of walking that path again.

   He turned down the opposite hall, he was done asking for permission and was equally done being anything but what he needed to be that would get him what he wanted. His strides were quick and determined as he climbed the steps at the end of the hall and made it to the deserted hallway at the top of the steps. After you began your relationship you decided to move to one of the lone rooms not wanting anyone to see him sneaking out your room in the mornings. He wondered if you’d kept the room. If you had, the decision was sealed.

   He knocked on the door using your secret knock; tap--tap, pause, tap-tap-tap-tap. His heart pounded anxiously wondering if you were on the other side. After almost a minute, there was no answer. He put his head to the door and groaned. Just then, Nat approached and leaned on the wall. “You all right?” He sniffled and wiped at any stray tears on his face. “Fine.” She nodded, and silence fell between them. She sighed before she spoke again. “There comes a time when we all have to go after what we want, Steve. None of us live a life that affords us any happiness, let alone love. When we have it we should hold on to it with everything we have.” He leaned on the wall beside the door and knew what she spoke was true.

   “I’ve already fucked it up, Nat. She’s engaged. She’s moved on.” Silence. “I know Korral just as well as you do. She is engaged that is the only true fact you just said.” He snapped his head to her; Nat looked at him but didn’t speak again. “You more than any of us deserve a slice of happiness, Cap.” She walked away down the hall. “It’s still her room by the way. Wonder what that means.” Just like that she was gone leaving him alone in the hall again. He stared at the door; he knew the decision was made long ago.

   The door wasn’t locked, he walked in and looked around the room that was still familiar taking care to lock the door behind him. You hadn’t changed anything. Slowly he walked through looking at items in their same places. It was like you were living in seven years ago. Nothing was different. He could hear the water running in the bathroom, and he hesitated for a slight second before he forged ahead. Your sobs became more audible. He walked along the subway tiled floors until he saw your naked back in the shower. His eyes skimmed your body and nothing in him said stop. “Korri.”

   You spun around and stared at him but made no move to cover yourself. Time stood still with the two of you just staring at each other. You scrunched your face, and the tears followed. He walked to you into the shower not caring if he was getting soaked. He wiped your tears and cupped your cheeks. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” You pulled your head back and looked at him as if he was crazy. “Hurt me? You broke me, Steve.” The weight of that hit him, and his heart shattered. “I’m sorry Korri, god I’m so sorry.” You began pushing him away, but he held you firm. “Go away; you’re good at that!” He fought against your increasing angry pushes and hits to his body. If you needed to hurt him so your pain would stop he’d take it. All he wanted to do was take your pain. He kept repeating the words, even though you shouted at him to stop, he didn’t. After a few moments of trying to push him off, you hit his bullet wound making him grunt. He felt the pain radiate through his abdomen around to his back. You pushed him away and slapped him. “Shut up, stop saying it.”

   “I’m sorry.” You slapped him again. “I’m sorry, Korri.” Another slap followed, then another each hit harder than the last. Stil,l he didn’t fight, he stood there and took it only repeating how sorry he was. After the seventh slap you stopped and stared at him. He walked to you; each step he took you took one backward until there was nowhere to go. Your back was pressed against the wet tile. Your chest heaved matching his. He slowly closed the gap between your faces as he lowered his lips to yours. Once they touched everything in him came to life. It was as if he were a thirsty plant and your lips were the first drops of rain in years. Slowly your lips danced each of you testing the other and the situation. You pulled your lips from his and pushed him away. “I hate you!”

   The words hurt worse than the gunshot, but in the same breath, you crashed your lips to his and pulled him to you wrapping your arms around his neck. You kissed him with an intensity that stole his breath. He groaned on your lips and pressed his body to yours; it was a groan you answered with your own moan. Your lips sloppily and hastily moved together until the urgency in him reached a desperate precipice. Your hands made the first move to undress him fully. He clamped his mouth to your neck and sucked your skin into his mouth as his hands pushed at the wet suit he wore. Once the material was below his knees he pulled away to quickly peel it off along with his boots. Once he was free your lips resumed their passionate assault. He lifted you into his arms, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his back.

   Needing more than he’d ever needed before he thrust up fully sheathing himself in your heat. You tore your lips from his, arched your head back and gasped while clinging to him. He groaned and tried desperately not to topple over. It had been too long since he’d felt like this. He didn’t think he ever would again. It felt like coming home. You felt like home. He didn’t know a person could feel like home, but you were his home. Again, he thrust into you. Your head flung back and hit the wall with a dull “thud,” and he continued pumping his hips. Each connection had you gasping until they turned to shrieks of pleasure. He bit onto your neck and gripped your hips roughly and picked up the speed of which he claimed you. His groans became louder and louder until he shouted out your name.

   “Korri!” Your hands slinked into his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look at you. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head with your mouth wide open. “Aaah!” You pulled his hair harder, then your eyes opened and stared into his eyes. Your anger was not gone. He grabbed your hands and slammed them to the tile walls and held them there and plowed into you all the while keeping you pinned to the wall with the sheer strength of his body. “Oh fuck!”

   He latched his lips to your bare nipple and bit onto it. You began rocking back and forth in unison with each of his thrusts. It made his knees weak enough that you managed to get your hands free to grip onto his hair again. He groaned and turned his back onto the wall, using it as a steadying force. He slid down just a little and stroked into you with precision. Your moans became louder, and he couldn’t help but watch the way your breasts bounced with each connection into you. Soon the only thing audible in the shower was the sound of your competing moans and grunts with the cascading water.

   His release crept up on him when he felt you clench around him for the fourth time. He knew he couldn’t keep it at bay anymore, it had been too long, and he wanted too much. Without thinking, he continued his assail on your body, chasing his pleasure, your moans were music to his ears. He’d missed them—he’d missed you. “Yes Steve, yes!” he pumped into you with three rough thrusts, each one brought a strangled shout from your lips, on the last you gripped him tightly and sank your nails into his back as you shivered through your orgasm. His body joined yours and shook with the sheer power of his own release. He slid down the wall to the floor of the shower, and it was there the two of you remained for countless minutes after.

   After his heartbeat returned to a somewhat normal pace, you stood. The friction between your bodies brought his need back tenfold. He groaned and stared up to you. You didn’t look at him. “Get out. Don’t be here when I come back.” With that you walked out the shower and the bathroom. He sat there stunned, then hurt until he realized that you’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted you. Maybe Anthony was right; it’s not over until it’s over.

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[innaminitus]

Desires #10

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary:  Vanaheim needs allies and since you are the eldest daughter of its king, you are a victim of arranged marriage with one of Odin’s sons - Loki.

Chapter warnings: smut, language, fluff, a bit of angst, bad parenting 

Chapter word count: 1735

A/N: does anyone know why tumblr is hating me again and this time is not allowing me to add more tags? am i not worthy to appear on search results or what?? the same happens every time i try to post anything bucky related smh

You finally slept well, wrapped in Loki’s arms, his warm breath surrounded your neck. He was tired, too, even though he tried not to show it. You raised your head and kissed the tip of his nose, receiving a wrinkle of it when he yawned.

“Hello, dear,” he whispered, softly kissing your lips.

You didn’t answer, just deepened the kiss and dived your fingers into his messy hair. He smiled on your lips and lazily rolled up your nightgown, groaning at the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips. You pressed your chest onto his, begging for a touch you missed so much. His hand travelled up and squeezed one of your buttocks, releasing a moan that was hidden deep inside your throat.

The door swung open and you had to force yourself not to shut them back with your magic. Loki sighed and moved away slightly.

“What is it-“

“Y/N, I need your help!” Thor’s cry filled the room and you felt electricity sparkle in the air.

Marigold started crying and if your sight could kill, Thor would’ve already been full rigor mortis. Loki got up and walked to the cradle.

“What do you want?” You asked and watched your husband gently take the baby in his arms. You loved that sight.

“Jane… Jane of Earth is ill. You need to help her.” Your brother came closer, visibly worried.

“And why do you think I could?” You frowned.

“You are a healer.”

“I can only heal myself.”

He helplessly looked at you for a second.

“Did you take her to our healers before you decided to harass my wife?” Loki came closer, eyeing his brother.

“They don’t know what it is. The thing inside of her keeps attacking everyone it finds a threat. It’s red and-“

“Ether,” you sighed and got up. “It’s incredibly dangerous, you should get rid of her.”

“I can’t just get rid of her!”

“I don’t want that thing anywhere near my child!” You shouted and clenched your fists, objects around you shook a little. A vase from the table fell on the floor.

A horn sounded in the palace, Loki hugged Marigold a little tighter.

“What’s going on?”

Thor run from your bedroom to the corridor.

“Fights! I need to go to Jane!”

You followed his steps. A bunch of violent criminals was attacking everyone in their grasp, and the sight of smashed skulls on the floor made you nauseous. You quickly shut the door closed before they could see you.

Loki was already dressed in his armour and helmet thanks to his magic, ready to fight. You didn’t want him to. You were so horribly afraid of losing him, you couldn’t let him go.

You shook your head.

“Don’t.”

“Love-“

“I don’t allow it!” You cried and came to him. “You have too much to lose.” You looked at the baby in his arms, at her big, blue eyes matching her skin.

He gently kissed your lips, passing Marigold to you.

“That’s why I need to fight. For you.” He pulled you to himself, his cheek pressed onto your head. “I’ll be fine. I’m a great fighter.”

You smiled sadly. Of course he was, you never doubted it, but it was irrelevant.

“Stay with me. Thor will take care of it all,” you asked, the baby started crying again. “I’m a terrible parent, you are so much better. I can’t lose you, I won’t handle it myself.”

He laughed.

“Why are you having such nasty thoughts, wife? I’ll be safe and sound before you even notice I was gone. I promise.” He kissed you again. “Just wait for me.”

You let him go. He was right. The fights were not so bad, not for the God of Mischief. You were overreacting, hormones were doing their thing and you were panicking without a proper reason.

*

You waited for two days. Patiently. More stressed with each minute.

When the door swung open you were on the edge of a heart attack. He came home, safe and-

It was Thor. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t happy or lively as always. Your heart was racing again.

“Y/N-“

“Where is he?” You managed to stutter, afraid to find out the answer.

“He was brave.”

You walked a few crooked steps closer to Thor. Marigold was crying but you didn’t hear properly.

“Where is he?” You forgot how to breathe.

“He… He’s gone.” He couldn’t look at you, but your eyes were locked on him. On his weak figure. “He’s dead, sister.”

You shook your head.

“That’s not true. That’s not true!” A mirror broke. “I’m sure he’s alive and well, he promised me-“

“I saw it, Y/N,” he interrupted your talking silently. “I saw him… He’s gone.”

He was so heartbroken, so pale and sad…

Loki was dead.

The love of your life was dead and you never even told him you loved him.

You took a deep breath to say something, but no words escaped your lips.

Your heart was racing, you didn’t breathe, every process your body was doing stopped. A tear flew down your cheek and the last thing you heard before blacking out was Marigold’s cry.

*

When you fluttered your eyes opened for just a mere second you thought you heard Loki’s voice, but then you remembered everything. Loki was dead. Killed by the night elves.

You wanted to cry and vomit at the same time.

“Quite reckless of you to pass out and leave her alone.”

You slowly sat up.

Impossible.

Your heart stopped when you turned and saw Loki lulling Marigold in his arms. Were you dead, too?

He looked at you and smirked, putting her back to her cradle.

“Just don’t be too loud screaming at me, they all think I’m dead and I want it to stay this way.”

Oh, you weren’t dead. But you knew who soon would be.

You clenched your teeth, got up so quickly you didn’t know you could move that fast and slapped Loki so hard you almost couldn’t feel your hand.

“You fucking psycho! Are you out of your mind?! What the fuck were you thinking?!” You kept hitting his chest, tears or anger and relief were dropping on the floor. “I fucking hate you!”

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you to himself, locking you in a tight hug.

“Shush, now.” He kissed your hair and you slowly relaxed, but still couldn’t stop crying. “I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck your apologies…” You muttered, but wrapped your arms around his waist and held him close.

“Such rude language you’re using,” he laughed. “I missed you.”

“You’re going to wish you stayed dead.”

He moved away and took your face in his hands.

“Never. I’d rather have the worst, the rudest life with you and our horribly blue daughter.”

“Gods, you are so awful. I can’t believe I love you-“

You widened your eyes. You never said it before and weren’t sure how he would react. It just slipped down your tongue, so naturally.

“I love you, too.” He kissed you gently.

You smiled and happily gave the kiss back, passionately and hard. You thought you lost him, and yet here he was, in your arms. Just as he promised.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth and you were more than glad to give up the fight for dominance. You lost your fingers in his wavy hair, eager for more. He lifted you up and threw you on the bed. His lips found their way to your cheek, left small kisses along your jawline, he bit your earlobe and you curled your toes at the feeling.

“I need you…” he whispered in a husky voice. “I need you all around my cock, begging me to let you come…” He kissed your neck and licked a mark he left there a few days earlier. You were already wet for him, your fingers tried to clumsily untie his armour. “To feel your taste spilled on my tongue.” He reached for the ribbons tying your corset. “To have you whole.”

Your clothes were gone, his needy lips were stealing kisses from you, his hand parted your legs. He lowered himself and kissed your inner thighs, one of his hands travelled up to your breast and pinched your nipple, making you squirm.

“Shush, love, you need to be quiet.” He bit your skin. “Remember, no one knows I’m here.”

You only managed to nod and suddenly his tongue was licking a stripe through your folds. You had to bit your lip not to moan, he caressed your clit, his finger was inside of you. Oh, how you missed that. He was watching you closely, groaned and lifted himself up.

“I can’t do it…” He kissed you sloppily. “I have to have you.”

You wrapped your arms and legs around him and brought him much, much closer.

“Then come and get me.”

With one swift move he was inside of you, shushing your moans with his lips. His pace was torture at first, slow and delicate, but with each thrust was quicker, harder and deeper. It was all you could wish for – to have him buried deep inside, to claim you his, take what you both deserved.

He lifted your leg higher to reach a better angle and this time he had to cover your lips with his hand to mutter your moan. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, he was inhaling your scent, a scent of home, safety and love.

Your walls clenched around him tighter when you were just two steps away from sweet ecstasy, he fastened his pace and pumped you fiercely into the mattress. Spasms of pleasure took over your body, hand on your lips squeezed your face harder when he reached his top as well, you could swear you saw stars and lightning when he came, spilling his seed inside of you, that addicting warmth adding more to your orgasm.

He was still inside when his thumb caressed your lower lip and he kissed you gently.

“There is one more thing you need to know…” He gasped.

“What is it?” You kissed his neck, ready for more, and more, and for everything he could give you that night.

“I enchanted Odin and locked him in a retirement home. And I am shapeshifting into him, so basically everyone thinks I am Odin.”

“You what?!”

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