#the one where king was long time friends w maroon left for a bit and came back to find out his best friend has a baby while he was gone

[tatos-stick-pile]

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[axther]

in the golden afternoon

tamaki x reader: in the golden afternoon

in which the reader falls into a place called Wonderland, and meets the knave of hearts who is far too soft spoken to be a knight. for @mortedeveles​ tw: mentions of beheading 

Wonderland was a strange place, YN realised.

Truthfully, she wasn’t entirely sure how she got there; she was on a walk when she tripped over a hole, and there she was, plummeting down and down and down through the most unusual rabbit tunnel. It was like a drug trip and made YN dizzier than she would’ve liked. But when she finally landed, she realised that this world was much stranger than her own. It was upside down and inside out, where nowhere was everywhere and everywhere was anywhere. Paths erased themselves and the sky was a strange shade of purple mixed with blue. Huge pine trees had pale pink roses on them, and the grass was maroon. Flowers spoke with sharp tones and lilting song, rocking-horse flies flitted around, and YN would shrink and grow at the world’s whims. There were no rules, and YN learned to obey. One of the non-rules was told to YN by a young man with purple hair and wide, toothy grin. He called himself the Cheshire Cat, as he reclined lazily along a tree branch and swung his tail around. All ways here, you see, are the King’s ways, he purred. Oh, but don’t worry. He’d be just mad about you. YN wasn’t sure what the Cat meant by that, but his lavender eyes narrowed, and she didn’t feel any comfort. He took it upon himself, strangely enough, to follow YN through her journey into Wonderland. He gave snippets of twisted wisdom and often got her into trouble, but she couldn’t find herself to become angry at him. He was a companion that she found herself grateful for in the long dark ways of Wonderland. She ended up wandering into the gardens of the Red King, seeing several young men furiously painting several white roses. The Cat floated around above her, watching the men work. “My, my, they are truly working themselves hard.” The Cat grinned, wrapping his tail around YN’s shoulders. “It’s almost like their lives depend on it~!” “Do you suppose that’s why?” YN tilted her head, looking at the Cat and then back to the men. “They’re very rushed.” YN bent down to pick up a stray paint can and brush, and prodded the brush around in the bucket. The red paint was more akin to blood, wet and dripping onto the grass. Strangely, the grass looked to once be green, if the spots unpainted meant anything, but the young men had been so sloppy with their job that it had gotten everywhere. The roses were very blatantly painted, hardly drying before they moved onto another flower. The leaves were dripping and the branches were stained, and YN slowly walked up to the three they were working on. “Hullo,” She moved around so she could see the three men, each of whom jumped before working twice as fast. One had bright green hair that flopped around his face, the paint smattering over his freckles and making him look like a Christmas decoration. The one next to him looked angry, almost stabbing the roses in his fury. The last looked, in a word, dumb, painting his fingers more than the roses and getting it all over his blonde hair. He had a strange mark that was like a lightning bolt across the side of his hair, and it seemed so out of place with the rest of him that YN cast him a strange look. “Huh?!” The second worker turned, and with a growl, swung his paintbrush at YN without hitting her, and went back to work. “Get outta here! Fuckin idiot!!” “What?” YN reeled back, pursing her lips with an angry stare. “How rude!” “You fuckin heard me!” The man barked, growling like a dog. “We’re busy!” “W-wait!” The green-haired one stopped the blonde in his tracks with a yelp. “Kaachan! Be nice! Maybe she can help us!” “Oh?” The Cheshire Cat grinned. “Being recruited, are we?” “Shush, you mangy thing.” YN huffed, tightening her hold on the paint can and addressing the three. “Why are you painting the roses red?” “Well, y-you see, the Red King wanted red roses.” The green-haired one stuttered, biting his lip and getting back to work. “And fucking Socket Licker planted white roses!” Kaachan hissed, finishing up the tree. The last blonde jumped, peering at YN and the others. “Huh? Is something up?” “Denki, not now.” “Oh. OK!” Denki started walking over to the tree that Kaachan was working on, working on a rose that was already painted. The green-haired man hung back, looking to YN. “Uh...I’m Midoriya, and that’s Bakugou and Denki. Would you be willing to help us? It would really be awesome!” “Very well, then.” YN furrowed her brow and walked up to the tree, painting gently so it actually looked convincingly like a red rose. Bakugou and Midoriya were both doing relatively good jobs, but Denki’s painting was sloppy enough that white portions were left open. YN tried to cover several of them up, but before she could get far, trumpets starting sounded from across the hedge maze. The three jumped, scampering around and trying to paint any roses they saw with a single swipe of red. It didn’t do much, but then the White Rabbit walked mutely in with a small frown and sighed, raising a piece of parchment and beginning to read from it. “His imperial highness, his grace, his excellency, her royal majesty, the King of Hearts, and the Knave of Hearts.” Midoriya, Bakugou, and Denki all got down onto their knees (though Bakugou seemed far more reluctant). YN glanced at them, and then got onto her knees as well and shoved her nose into the grass. The White Rabbit shuffled to the side and rolled his eyes (YN realised, peaking up, that they were two different colours) as another man stepped into view. He had a completely smug grin on his face and blonde hair that was flat and oddly natural. His blue eyes scanned over the flowers, before slowly sauntering over to the roses. Paint still dripped down from them, and YN paled at the thought of what the Red King was going to do. If these three were so freaked out, then what was his usual reaction? “Ah, yes...the red royal roses.” He whispered, caressing the roses gently in his hands. He brought it up to his nose, took a deep breath, and pulled away again. Abruptly, he ripped it off of the tree and threw it onto the ground, angrily stomping on it with his foot. “Then why the hell are they painted?!” He howled, turning to the trio. “Who the hell painted my roses red?!” “It was Deku!” Bakugou’s head snapped up, barking with a vigor. “It’s was all him!” “Midoriya, you say?” “N-no, Your Majesty! It w-was...Denki! Sorry, Denki.” “Huh?” Denki looked up, quirking his head. “But I thought it was Bakugou who said to paint them?” “Enough!” The Red King bit, stomping his foot again. “Off with their heads!” YN paled, looking up with wide eyes. Several knights stepped forward and started dragging the three off, with only Bakugou spitting and kicking the whole way down. YN was left alone in front of this menace, and she felt her blood cool. “And what’s this?” The Red King looked down at YN with a sneer before snapping his fingers. “Knave!” “Y-y-yes, King Monoma.” From behind several knights, a young man scampered out. Instantly, he felt different from the others; he was meek, holding himself close and almost shuffling out of sight. He skittered up to YN and knelt, gently tilting her chin up to look her in the eyes. His own were a stunning shade of indigo, dark and almost black. Tufts of similar hair poked out from under his helmet, framing his face and making him look...well, beautiful. He seemed to be glowing under the eternal afternoon sun, and he blinked softly. “Oh.” He murmured, eyes wide and pleading. “Y-you’re…” “Well?” The Red King huffed, crossing his arms. “Get on with it!” “Sh-she’s a girl, sir! Your Majesty, sir!” The Knave jumped up like he was burned, hands snapping to his side and looking terrified. “A human girl!” “Oh?” The Red King leaned down to YN, raising his eyebrow and smirking. “Well hello, there.” “Hello, uh...your majesty.” “She’s a quick learner!” He grinned, though it felt horribly malicious. “Get up, my dear.” YN got to her feet as quickly and gracefully as possible, making it her one goal to survive. The Cheshire Cat cackled in an echo, and YN felt tempted to spit some insult at him, but knew that it would only land her in trouble. “Follow me, my dear.” The Red King waved his sceptre lackadaisically, beginning to move through the gardens. YN started trotting after him, noting that he seemed like a complete control freak-and that even stepping ahead of him would be dangerous. The Knave caught up with both of them, glancing at YN out of the corner of his eye every couple of seconds. YN glanced back, trying to make sure that her head was on a swivel, before looking ahead when the Red King started talking about something mundane. Meanwhile, Tamaki was having a stroke. He hated his job. He hated being looked at. He hated being told what to do, hated that he was a glorified butler, hated that his best friends were scattered across Wonderland. But this was the first time in...too long that he’d seen another actual human being that wasn’t completely cruel. This young woman seemed sensible, though, and seemed to restrain herself from something stupid. She held herself with a certain grace that Tamaki hadn’t seen in a long, long time. “Knave!” Monoma barked, spinning around. “Stop zoning out, before you lose your head!” “S-s-sorry,” Tamaki whispered, bowing his head and fiddling with his fingers. Monoma lowered his eyes in disdain, but let it go in favour of pointing to the castle. “Give our sweet guest a room, Knave.” Monoma lowered his eyes, and Tamaki realised with a chill that Monoma had crueller intentions. No one was ever allowed into the guest rooms of the castle unless they were going to be executed, or worse-assassinated. Why Monoma wanted to kill this sweet, King-abiding young woman, Tamaki had no clue, but he shook and nodded his head sheepishly. “A-as you wish…” “As I wish…?” “Y-your majesty.” “Good dog,” Monoma smirked again, walking off as Tamaki bit the inside of his cheek. He hated this, hated the Red King, hated Wonderland. And this poor girl was going to be killed because, what, Monoma just didn’t like her? It was a cruel world that Tamaki lived in, and a crueller fate for the young woman. “You’re Tamaki.” Tamaki jumped out of his skin at the woman’s soft tone. Her tense demeanour had melted away, leaving her gently smiling at him. “How…?” “You look like someone I know.” She looked ahead, rocking her hands a bit. “And you remind me of him a lot. Actually, everyone here is very familiar. The Red King, the White Rabbit, the Cheshire Cat...you.” “R-really?” Tamaki felt his heartstrings being pulled almost dramatically, and a flush overtook his face. “Yeah!” The young woman chirped. “Oh...I suppose here, you don’t know my name. I’m YN.” “YN…” Tamaki tested it on his tongue, and he could almost feel it rolling around in his mouth and on his tongue like a delicate sweet. It made warmth surge through him, and something in his gut twitched. It made him feel warm, flooding through him like good memories. He stopped in his tracks, feeling like he was on fire before he gasped. “Huh?” YN stopped and turned around, tilting her head. “Are you okay?” “Y-you…” Every cell in Tamaki’s body screamed out for him not to hurt her. No, she was something far more than just a woman. She was someone that brought him comfort even then, in the Red King’s gardens, where the rest of Wonderland couldn’t even touch them. It was them against the world. “Wait.” Tamaki turned around, making sure that there were no new cards slinking around nearby. YN raised her eyebrow and gave him a curious look, tilting her head. “Is something wrong?” “Come with me.” Tamaki felt a strange surge of confidence through him, holding his hand for YN to take. “If you stay here, you’ll be k-killed.” “What?” YN’s eyes went wide, and she took his hand. He began to run through the maze, knowing every twist and turn like the back of his hand. The evergreen hedges folded into pale bushes, and then into red grass that he missed so dearly. In the distance, he heard Monoma yelling for him, but for once, he didn’t listen. He kept on running, booking it for the edge of the woods until the sky was consumed by trees and the mome raths scattered at the sound of their pounding feet. YN was panting behind him, doing her best to keep up, but he finally skittered to a halt before a great wall. It was the edge of Wonderland, at the very border of the Red King’s land. He turned to YN. “I can get you past here. From there, you can get home safely.” “What’s going on?” YN’s eyes were wide, confused and alert. “We all know you, YN.” Tamaki sighed, feeling an incredible sense of melancholy and nostalgia come over him. “I don’t know how...but we do. And you can’t stay here.” “I…” YN tensed, and Tamaki knew why. She had no reason to trust him. He was just a complete stranger that said he knew her, even though he technically didn’t. There was no reason that she should do anything with him, even if-YN smiled, and Tamaki froze. His heart roared in his ears, and the flush on his cheeks came back tenfold. The world was spinning around her like she was the sun, and Tamaki let out a nervous laugh. Nervous? What was more nervous than nervous? That’s what he was. He was stone in front of this goddess, and he could only shuffle his feet. “Y-you should go before Monoma realises that we’re...yanno…” “Right.” YN nodded, looking over the wall before walking over to it. She pressed her hand to it, and there was a breezy laugh over her shoulder. “Now, now, YN.” The Cheshire Cat started reclining on her shoulder, moving his hands to wrap around her shoulders. “Isn’t it lovely here? I’m sure that the Red King just wanted you to stay the night~” “Shut up, dumb cat.” YN bit, and pressed her hand into the wall. A door appeared out of nowhere, swinging open, and Tamaki sighed. YN turned back to him, giving him a shy smile. “Stay safe, ok?” “I-I will!” Tamaki jumped, his hands snapping to his side. YN lingered through the doorway, like she wasn’t quite ready to leave. Tamaki glanced around, unsure what she was waiting for. “I...I don’t think I’d be able to tell you this in real life.” YN looked down, eyes flickering across the dirt. “But I like you. A lot.” Tamaki jumped. “Wh-what?!” “I guess, since this isn’t real…” YN paused. “Right?” “Oh.” Tamaki only felt confused and could barely make two words. “What?” “This is…oh, nevermind.” YN took a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders as the Cheshire Cat slinked off. “Goodbye, Tamaki.” She walked through, and Tamaki saw a light. 

Tamaki woke up on his desk and had a heart attack. 

He jumped up, hoping he didn’t attract too much attention from the rest of his class. Oddly enough, though, only Mirio, Neijre, and YN were in the room. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, and Tamaki felt instant mortification. “There he is!” Mirio smiled brightly at him, waving. “Have a good nap?” “Y-you let me sleep!” Tamaki paled, feeling ready to drip out of his seat and onto the floor. YN turned and smiled softly. “You deserve it.” “Yeah! And it sounded like you were having a good dream!” Nejire giggled. “You were smiling and bright red!” “I-I was?! Oh, god!” Tamaki’s hands rushed to his face, slapping his cheeks in hopes of willing the flush down. He felt sick to his stomach; did he say anything in his sleep? Did YN know? Was it weird? “C’mon, Tama.” YN rose and placed a gentle hand on Tamaki’s back. “We should head to our dorms before it gets too late.” Tamaki’s head snapped up as Mirio and Neijre began walking out the door. YN waited next to him, soft eyes on him. He felt like the world was slowed to a stop. YN was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and the gentle way that she looked at him made his heart race. He loved her for the longest time, and no matter what, she always managed to make him into goo.

  He supposed his crush was like a rabbit hole, and he was still falling. 

[zankivich]

The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 4

a/n: hi I'm back! Please don’t hate me tbh. The semester is off to a crazy start for me already, I don't think Senior year is gonna go down without a fight. I’m really excited for these babies tbh. Shit’s about to get real so strap yourself in tight!!!!! 

WARNINGS: deep throating, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), restraints, general Dom-ness? 

*y/n’s point of view*

The only good thing about bougie ass dinners with industry people is playing dress up. Nothing else good could come out of a bunch of rich people throwing themselves a dinner to network and do a raffle for charity so that no one notices how pointless the dinner was. New York was notorious for them. More so than even LA maybe. But, however much you hated them wasn’t going to stop you from attending. It was important for the company that you go. You figured a little pampering session was the least that you deserved.

Somewhere along the line you stopped having to visit beauty shops with black plastic bags that contained your hair for the event. At some point a hair stylist started showing up at your apartment. You stopped paying in cash and started having Tiana pay the bill. Things had changed a lot actually. But the quality of your hair? Sis, that was a standard that must be improved upon and maintained.

One cannot imagine the power of a lacefront until it has adorned your head. Think Beyonce on stage with the jet of a thousand fans whooshing through her hair. Only without the networth or discography. Tonight you were going for something a little unorthodox, a little outside of your comfort zone. Purple to be exact. But not just any purple. It was this rich, vibrant shade of purple. The roots started out black which made it a little more natural looking and this beautiful wig was sitting at twenty-six inches long meaning you were finna be looking GWOOD. Yes with the ‘w’, too.

“Ooooooo child! Would you look at me?! Where did she come from looking so pretty? Sheesh!” You cackled at the mirror.

Tiana laughed right along with you as your stylist did some finishing touches to make sure your wig was glued for the rest of the night.

“If you’re done loving on yourself we gotta get you into your dress and make up in less than thirty minutes.”

“Oh shit, girl why didn’t you say somethin’?”

Tiana just rolled her eyes. She had said something. At least three times. Woops.

Your dress for the evening was one of those dresses that one didn’t get to eat meals in because any added weight might make the zipper burst. Usually you were a flowly type of gal, a fuck the patriarchy type of gal. But the dress was silk and free so like...just this once.

In the car to the event, you work on emails for your artists, while Tiana works on emails for you. You were probably moving in the direction of needing to hire more bodies, hell you knew your clients were pulling in enough work on their own, but it was hard to give up the duo, the dream team. You craved the intimacy of having your best friend with you always, and you weren’t ready to let anyone else invade that space yet.

“Can we leave this thing early and go get burger king or somethin’?” You whined leaning on her shoulder.

Tiana, never one to be out done, was in her own outfit for the night. It was a sparkly beaded dress with extremely intricate detailing on the bodice. She was thicker than even you were, boobs and ass and thighs galore with a tummy to match that she was just as proud of. All of this exquisite body was draped for the gods that night, the way that she deserved. Her hair remained natural for the night but tied up into these beautiful knots in a row of three on her head. She was beautiful and perfect. You loved her infinitely.

She snorted softly. “We have to stay until at least dessert has been served. But I see no reason not to hit up some food afterwards.”

“How tipsy can I be and still get away with it tonight?”

“Hmm...I think if you do more than four vodka-crans you might start asking people if their families owned slaves.”

You purse your lips in annoyance. “But that’s my favorite question! I never get to have fun. Shit.”

Post the whole hitting number one on Forbes 30 under 30 list, you had to start doing the whole red carpet thing. Cameras weren’t your favorite, and you liked the flash of them even less. However,  Black Women didn’t exactly get to the position you were in very often, and so you’d smile and pose a little if it meant some little black girl from queens sitting at home might see it and create the thought in her head that she could get there to. Cause she needed to. There needed to be more. It wasn’t even an option.

It’s on that red carpet that you see him. Why it had never occurred to you that he would be there you weren’t quite sure. But it didn’t. And you were left floundering in the middle of a million cameras as you witnessed your fuck buddy walk out in a deep maroon, red suit like the goddamn devil he was. You bit your lip as he ran his fingers through his hair and slid his hand into the pocket of his perfectly tight pants while he smoldered for the camera. Jesus.

“Bitch you are making dick sucking eyes in the middle of this red carpet! Get. It. Together.” Tianan hissed in your ear.

“I--I am so sorry. I’m together. Together. I promise.” You whispered.

You cleared your face, teeth resetting into your famous smile. Your fingers rested on your thigh and hip for that perfect pose. Maybe you settled your hair a little more over your shoulder. The photographers were impressed, as they should be, and called for a little more action. There’s no way you let your eyes roam over to see if he was staring. There was no need. You could feel the heat in which he stared, nearly felt the zipper on the back of your dress come undone with it. Hmmm. Sounds about right. Men, so obvious.

Eventually you turned to let Tiana lead you to the next section of carpet. Unfortunately there was nowhere else to turn. He was there. Hair perfectly nestled into a curly disarray. You didn’t miss the way he licked his lips as you walked closer. There’s no way the cameras missed it either.

“Y/n!” He called, the cocky asshole. “Let’s get a picture.”

Your eyes widened and you turned to Tiana for assistance, only for her to shrug.

“There’s technically no reason to say no.”

And that is how you found yourself in the middle of a red carpet, his fingers burning against your hip as you both smiled for the cameras.

“We are in public.” You hissed through clenched, but smiling, teeth. “Please act like it.”

“I wouldn’t dream of acting differently.” He grinned, fingers digging a little more firmer against your skin. “But uh, you taking this dress off in my apartment later or is that my job?”

You went to throw your hair over your shoulder again and took the time to subtly and smoothly ram your elbow into his side.

“Ouch. Dammit, y/n.”

You smiled. “I must be moving on. Have a lovely time, sweetheart.”

His eyes travel over your back and down to your ass as you walk away. Again, you don’t need to look to know it. You were a fucking dream.

The inside is just as schmoozy and annoying as ever. There’s some violin, harp type shit. There’s a cocktail hour. Half of the audience looks ready to keel over. And yet here your black ass was having to deal with it all. Rude. But like always you and Tiana made the most of it.

She led you through the throngs of people stopping you when it was necessary to shake hands and kiss cheeks. Tiana understood just as you did, that as annoying as it was, these nights were extremely necessary. The better you fit into the crowd here, the more leverage you had to buck the system in your daily job. And you loved bucking the system.

By the time the cocktail hour had ended you had all but forgotten about Shawn and that godforsaken suit. It isn’t until Tiana and you head for your table for the dinner that you catch sight of a head of hair that didn't look nearly as good as when your fingers were tugging at it. He’s leaning on the chair of some other woman, blonder and thinner and so your opposite that it must give the man whiplash. But that’s fine. It’s not like you’re exclusive, not like you’re dating at all. You don’t care at all.

There’s a glass of champagne in your hand and you keep your body turned entirely the opposite way of his, so as to not intrude on his conversation. Tiana gives you a little helpless smile as if she isn’t sure whether this means anything to your or not. But, it doesn’t.

“I’m fine.” You assure her hand reaching to touch her arm. “Now don’t let me drink more than six of these.”

“Four. We said four sis.” She snorted.

You shrugged your shoulder. “Ti, we gotta let loose every now and again. We deserve it.”

“It’s my job to make sure you don’t regret it in the morning.” She noted.

“Nah, fuck that. You work practically twenty-four, seven for me, Ti. I know we’re best friends but like...take the night off. Drink. Eat. Relax. Find someone to go home with. You deserve it, okay? I’m serious.”

Her playful grin dipped into a genuine smile. You were ride or dies for a reason.

She leaned closer and settled your hair more perfectly along your shoulder as a guise to whisper in your ear.

“It’s okay if it bothers you, ya know? Like you’re entitled to your emotions.” She breathed.

Your eyes widened over her shoulder as the only person in the world with the ability to catch you slipping caught your ass like a fish out of water.

“I--It doesn’t.” You mumbled. “I’m not bothered at all.”

“Okay. That’s okay too. I just want you to know that if there’s anyone in the world you could maybe share that with if you were feeling it, that that would be me okay?”

You smiled softly. “I know. I do. Thank you. I’ll be fine okay? Don’t worry about me.”

“So what...I’m just supposed to go to the bar? Get a drink?” She giggled.

“Yes, bitch. Get several, okay? Put it on my tab. Stop worrying about me. You worry more than my mama does and she worries enough for all of us.”

You pulled her easily into your arms for a hug and a kiss before swatting her on her ass to get her to leave. Behind every successful Black Woman is always another Black Woman itching to see her succeed. Well sometimes success needs to come with some time off. What better night to give her some?

The problem arose that once you sent Tiana off to live her best life, you were still stuck at a table with a whole bunch of people you didn’t know. Except for Shawn. Who you could definitely feel staring at you as you took a sip of champagne. You flicked your hair like an elegant curtain over your shoulder, still facing away from him. Perhaps you had forgotten the kind of guy that he was, that taking no’s or subtleties weren’t exactly in his wheelhouse. It was hot in the bedroom, and annoyingly inconvenient everywhere else.

“So are we just pretending we don’t know each other?” He asked throwing his arm around the back of your chair. “Just wanna know how I’m meant to play it.”

You rolled your eyes in the opposite of his direction.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just sitting here waiting for this unseasoned ass meal to begin.”

He chuckled. “You are about as subtle as a bus to the forehead. You realize that, right?”

Unable to ignore the emotion that fluttered in your stomach, something that was unnamable to you even then, you turned to face him. His chair was directly next to yours, his arm draped casually against the back of your chair with ease. His hair was still just as perfect, if not a little more tugged into submission from the last time you saw him. He was grinning at you and eyeing your lips even now. As if it was a game that you’d lost before you’d even knew you were playing.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“I just couldn’t help but notice the glare you sent my way when I was talking to Natasha earlier.”

“Natasha.” You snorted. “Who the hell is Natasha?”

“Funny...She’s just an associate alright? Works for my dad.” He hummed, lips practically at your ear.

You barely sniffed in his direction.  “Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Mhm. And why do you feel so inclined to assure me of that huh? Or is that you being subtle?”

He rolled his eyes at you, a playful little smirk upon his lips. You didn’t like him. You didn’t like him one bit. He drove you crazy.

The chatter of the room dimmed slightly as the food finally began to arrive to the tables. Shawn didn’t move his arm from around your chair. In fact as the waiter began to doll out plates to your table, he leaned in even more, let his lips rest against your ear like there was no one in the room but the two of you.

“Doesn’t quite matter who I talk to does it? No one’s my good little girl like you.” He whispered.

Your eyes fluttered over to him before looking aimlessly anywhere else. Your champagne glass. The silverware. The old man across from you who looked like he was wearing a toupee from the 70’s. The party moved seamlessly around the two of you, but you couldn’t help but look for eyes that might be on you. Shawn didn’t seem the least bit interested in doing anything besides driving you mad. He never seemed to be worried about much of anything. You both envied it and were annoyed by it. It didn’t stop your legs from crossing tighter, or your spine from straightening now did it?

“Not tonight.” You sighed. “Not here.”

He released a hum that you’d only ever heard in the bedroom. It was one of disapproval, one of challenge. He hated when he didn’t get his way, and this was you denying him on the thing he wanted most in that very moment. You.

“After. My place isn’t far.”

The waiter finally got to the two of you placing your dishes before you. Something that resembled a dry ass piece of chicken lay stagnant on your plate, with some weird dots of something that looked like baby food. It was enough to get your mind back on track and enough to get you more centered and less dick crazy.

“I--I can’t. Tiana and I are going to Burger King.” You shrugged.

You could see his eyes widen from your periphery giving you the time to ask the waiter for another drink. You might need it.

“Burger King...Well fuck it let’s go to Burger King then.”

It was your turn to look at him, wide eyed and confused.

“I’m sorry? What part of what I just said made you think your pasty ass was invited to my Burger King expedition?”

“I just figured we should take some time to build up our strength for some late night activities is all.”

Genuinely, how did you end up here? Where was the camera? When was the joke going to reveal itself?

“Honestly you must have a script writer or something. There is no way that shit actually comes out of your brain and through your mouth.”

The table around you was having a conversation, but it just didn’t seem to matter. Nothing really cut through when the two of you were together. Whether he was annoying you or turning you on, Shawn seemed to take up all your senses. He did it with ease and with swagger. Sometimes you didn’t even hate him for it. Sometimes you wished you hated him more.

“Have you ever thought about how much easier both of your lives would be if you argued with me less and just let me make you happy more often?” He asked.

You peered at him looking for a sign of him joking, waiting for him to say something smart, something that would make you want to slap him. But he didn’t. He just stared as if he genuinely wanted an answer. And when the time came you were helpless but to give it to him.

“Is that...is that what you’re concerned with? Making me happy?” You asked.

He stared at you for a second, eyes wide and sincere, before his shoulders dropped and he shrugged away whatever moment there might have been.

“‘Course I am darlin’. I’m concerned with keeping us both happy if you know what I mean.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on cutting through the food on your plate. It was barely edible. God you hated these dinners.

“There’s nothing wrong with talking to each other when we’re not naked, yn.” He mumbled between his own bites of dry chicken.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I know that.”

“Yea? So can I come to Burger King then?” He asked.

His jawline points to you and it is as infuriating as it is comforting. You’re not quite sure how he manages that. You just know that you don't quite hate each other. Never have. You actually had periods where you got along quite well. And perhaps that’s what made you the most nervous. This potential for the two of you to get along muddied up the waters slightly. What did that mean if you were two people who fucked and got along? What did it mean if you became friendly, became friends even? You weren’t sure, and it seemed like everything that the two of you might want to avoid. So definitely don’t invite him, right?

“W--Well… Fuck. I guess you can come. But if you at any point start fucking up the atmosphere, I will promptly drop your ass off at the subway.” You warned.

“Fine. It wouldn’t be the weirdest foreplay we’ve gotten up to anyway and you know it.”

“God, kill me now.”

***

When you told Tiana to go live her best life you weren’t quite sure what that meant. But, you knew it had not entailed bringing some random ass man on your friendship Burger King run! Granted he was sexy as hell, but like...not the point. And the fact that you showed up with Shawn tagging along was not to be mentioned, no matter how many eye rolls she sent in your direction. Rude.

“Can we go to your place tonight?” Shawn hummed moving your curtain of hair to tuck gently behind your ear.

You bit your lip, warm and fuzzy from your fifth glass of champagne, and stared at him.

“Mhm. How come though?”

“You sleep better when you’re not in new places. Not that my place is really new anymore, but you still sleep better at home.”

“H--How… How could you possibly know that?”

He shrugged. “You’re not invisible to the world just cause you think you are. I can see you.”

Your heart rate picked up in your chest. You stared at him harder trying to understand how it was possible for this man to do that. He seemed so young, so inexperienced (not in the bedroom of course). You had pegged him as man child, as someone completely out of touch with reality. How dare he see you for more than you had been ready to share. How dare he look deeper.

“I don’t even understand.” You mumbled. “What?”

“At my place you wake up before your alarm. Without fail, every morning. You’re an early bird as it is, but it’s literally like your body enters fight or flight mode or something. We don’t have to talk about it if it’s not what you want. Don’t get mad at me for noticing you though. I think we’re around each other a little bit too much for that now.”

His eyes are warm and gentle and his hand somehow ended up holding your wrist. Even his grasp in gentle. He’s not teasing you, or trying to make a joke. It’s just genuine. Simple. A moment between the two of you that might complicate things if you think hard enough. So, you don’t.

“Fine.” You huffed sliding down in your seat to lean your head on his shoulder. “You don’t like the lights off when you sleep though.”

He peers down at you from above this time, and you get a little stuck on the rosiness of his cheeks.

“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow. “We sleep with the lights off every time.”

You shake your head playfully. “At your place you always keep the bathroom light on. At mine? You always change your clothes in my closet and then you leave the light on and the door cracked.”

He goes silent for a while.

You thought maybe you’d touched on a nerve that you weren’t meant to. But, you weren’t sure how to backtrack or talk to him about it. He had touched a nerve for you after all. One that you weren’t quite ready to share. Even with him.

His eyes stayed on his fingers as he played with his rings. You felt calm resting there against his shoulder, watching him. You thought you could fall asleep that way.

“How come you never shut it off?”

You opened your eyes, cheek resting on his shoulder. “Hmm?”

“The light. You never shut it off. You let me keep it on. How come?”

“Cause it seemed like you wanted it, seemed like it made you comfortable. Why wouldn’t I let you do something that makes you happy. It wasn’t affecting me none.”

Another stretch of silence fills the back seat of the car. Tianna and her man giggle to each other. He’s cute. You wonder how long they’ll last. Tianna was the queen of random ass long lasting relationships. She could date someone for two years after meeting them at a bar. She was kind of infectious that way.  You thought that maybe keeping her working for you was stopping her from settling down, from moving on to a new phase in her life...She’d never admit it even if you asked.

“It’s just a thing with my mum.”

“What is?” You asked curiously popping back into the conversation.

“When I was a kid, she used to keep the light on at night so that I wouldn’t get scared. And when we moved out to California, away from Canada, our house was too big. My room was super far away from hers and so she would always keep it on so that I could come find her if I needed to. It’s silly but she’s back in Canada now, and when I go home to visit she still leaves it on. Guess I just got used to it.”

You felt warm against his side. Like maybe if he wrapped his arm around you you wouldn’t mind. Like maybe his lips could touch yours and it would be okay. And when he speaks you feel yourself relax and ease completely against his side. It’s not just the vulnerability. Part of it is the sound of his voice, soft and smooth against your ear. And part of it is his nerves, the way he twitches his fingers as if you might judge him. But you won’t. Couldn’t imagine it.

“That’s not silly.” You whispered against his neck. “That’s sweet. That’s what you deserve. We keep the light on, okay?”

He looked at you like he did at the dinner. Eyes soft and gentle and searching. It’s a loaded glance, but this time you don’t look away.

“Okay. thank you. And we can stay at yours whenever you know? I--I don’t mind.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Burger King is not prepared for the four of you to walk in at eleven o’clock at night, dressed to the tee and looking for food. But the second a chicken sandwich and an onion ring enter your hand nothing else matters. You are zen. You are in pleasure. You are in heaven. You are...horny?

“What in the hell is you lickin’ your lips at?” Tianna snorted as you two sat in a whole ass booth at burger king in five thousand dollar dresses. What a world.

Shawn was ordering you another chicken sandwhich after the first had not satisfied your hunger. But watching him stand at the register with his hands in his pockets, talking to the person ringing up their order was doing something for you that even you couldn’t explain.

“Ti’ I wanna suck his dick.” You admitted softly. “I wanna suck his dick so bad I can’t stand it.”

“Oh sweet jesus.”

You bit your lip as he turned to throw a smirk at you over his shoulder. That was all she wrote.

“I have to fuck him. Like now.” You shrugged. “ I don’t make the rules.”

“Bitch the hold that man’s dick has on you I will never understand. You cannot go fucking that boy in a Burger King bathroom. That is a level of ratchet-edy that I cannot allow as your best friend.”

You turned to your best friend in your time of need. Tianna had been there your whole life. From braces to training bras to stretch marks to breaks ups. She had seen you at your worst and at your best. And most certainly she had seen you at your horniest.

“Ti, here’s the thing. Sometimes I just need someone to rail me.” You offered in your loosened state. “Sometimes? I need to be bent over and taken for everything that I’ve got. Now I’m not picky about who does it as long as they do it well. The problem...and it is a very big problem, sis...is that no one has ever had the audacity to fuck me like that firm, chiseled little beanpole can.”

“Not beanpole, bitch.” She cackled.

You licked your lips in his direction and sighed the sigh of a woman who was in desperate need of dick. What a life.

“I’m serious. I think it’s the greatest, throw my back out and leave me crying , dick I’ve ever had.” You hummed. “I want him.”

“Well let’s get some more food in your drunk ass and then he can throw your back out a little later.”

It would never make sense to Tianna. It wasn’t that you were drunk at all. In fact, with some food in your system you felt pretty fine. It was just that you really liked the way that he made you feel. And he really liked the way that he made you feel. Shawn should’ve been selfish, should’ve been cocky and underwhelming and sucky in bed. But he wasn’t. He was just...good. He was good and whatever it was that the two of you had, you kind of liked it. What was wrong with that?

Tiana got up to go meet her mans, and when Shawn got back to the table, he set your food in front of you politely. Instead of focusing on the sandwich you looked up at him. And he looked back. His fingers gripped the back of your seat and you leaned forward until you were in each other’s space, until your chin butted softly against his stomach.

“What?” He chuckled fingers grazing your jaw.

Too soft. God he was so soft.

“Mmm. Want you to kiss me.”

His eyes widened slightly and his fingers stilled.

“You do? Right now?”

You nodded. “Please?”

He looked into your eyes and his teeth sunk gently into his bottom lip. Your lips parted and you leaned forward, your heart thumping unevenly in your chest. When he kissed you, you weren’t quite sure what to expect. You thought you’d grown used to his kiss, to the feel of his teeth and his tongue. But, nerves nestled deep in your gut as you weren’t sure what kind of kiss he might give you. When his fingers trailed along the back of your neck softly before gripping it tightly. Breath wooshed past your lips as he yanked you forward to kiss you hard, fast, and deep…in a Burger King.

You gasped lifting slightly out of your chair as his tongue snaked in. Your fingers found his hair and squeezed tight, squeezed desperately at everything that he was. Suddenly your whole body was on fire with want, with need. His hands burned at your hips and you fell into him. He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. What he always did to you. God you hated him.

“Eat your chicken and let’s go.” He huffed barely pulling back to lick his lips.

Your eyes fluttered wantonly up at him. “W--What are we doing?”

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours. And then I’m gonna eat your pussy until you sob.”

He tapped lightly on your cheek before turning on his heel and heading straight for the door. If there was a chicken sandwich or a meteor, or God herself in that damn restaurant you was not finna notice.

“Bitch where is you going?!” Tiana called after you.

But there was no use. You were practically floating on air after that man like the dirty little whore you were. Thank you.

“Gotta go.” You called over your shoulder not wanting to miss the way his ass looked in those pants.

Outside the cool fall air felt like ice against your heated skin. The city was still alive and bustling, cars weaving in and out of traffic, horns honking, people booking it to their next location. Shawn stood at the edge of the sidewalk near the car that had driven you from the event, but made no move to get into the vehicle. As you stepped closer, your thighs still practically quivering, he turned to you and smiled before licking his lips with dark and clouded eyes. Fuck.

“Why aren’t you getting in the car?” You whined.

He reached for your hand to pull you closer. One second you were standing beside him and the next he had lifted you just slightly off of the ground until the soles of your shoes were nestled on top of his. His hands settled just below the curve of your ass and tugged your thighs so that your bodies were pressed together. It was some Cinderella, prince charming shit that you had never in your natural born life expected. Suddenly you were feeling far more intoxicated than the drinks had ever caused.

“I didn’t wanna leave Tianna stranded, so I called my driver. He never left the banquet; he’ll be here in fifteen.”

You nodded softly fingers resting on his shoulders at he held you against him.

“Should we...like wait inside then?”

He shook his head with a smirk that made your toes clench.

“No. I’d rather tell you all the things I’m gonna do to you the second I get you alone. We don’t need to go inside for that.”

You gulped. Bitch, honest to god gulped. You didn’t know anyone but Shaggy and Scooby was walking around gulping, but alas. What a fucking night.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You whispered.

He sighed softly letting his thumb run over your cheek in soothing motions again. Then he wrapped his arms around your back and held you so close that may have felt like more than what it was had he not began to speak lowly into your ear.

“I’m gonna keep you in your panties all night.” He hummed. “I’m gonna eat you so good you’ll be aching for me to rip them off, but I won’t. I’m gonna lick you through them. I’m gonna make you cum against my face with them on. I’m gonna lick you clean with them on. I’m gonna drive you absolutely fucking wild if I can help it.”

You swore your knees gave out. But it didn’t matter because his fingers were digging deep into your hips to keep you upright. It wasn’t a sexual embrace. It was barely even romantic. This of course only made it hotter that he was talking to you in the manner that he was, that anyone might walk by at any moment and would have no idea the things he was saying it. You got wet just thinking about it.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked. “Gonna let me make you feel good?”

“Y--Yes. Yes, sir. I promise I’ll be so good for you. Only wanna be good for you.”

“Yea? Gonna let me slip my cock between this pretty lips?”

His thumb tugged at your bottom lip and you moaned embarrassingly loud.

“Shit.”

He leaned forward to kiss your forehead another juxtaposition of emotions and actions that really were sending your body through the ringer. How was he real?

“I’m gonna fuck your throat until you beg me to stop.” He said calmly.

The car pulled up at that exact moment but you were frozen to your spot. Shawn was completely unbothered by the existential crisis that he’d left you in, and simply lifted your feet off of his to open the door. As if it was just a tuesday night or some shit. The audacity.

“Sweetheart let’s not keep Jake waiting, aye? It’s rude.” He murmured in regards to his driver.

Surely there had to be a level where this stopped. Surely, it was all getting to be too much. This man seemed to have you wrapped around his larged, perfectly skilled finger. Yes. Too much. Needs to stop. Like yesterday.

“Okay.” You sighed and shuffled your fine ass into the car.

Welp. Maybe another day.

***

“Are the ropes too tight?” He breathed against your neck, lips trailing delicately over the skin.

You hummed. “No. Feels good.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Good girl.”

He steps in front of you, his body long and lithe and taking up all of your senses. His thighs flex with ease and that’s before you even get to the sharp jut of hip that leads to a perfectly pointed V towards his dick. He’s already hard and already ready for you to make him feel good. Because that’s what it’s about. Mutual pleasure. You from giving and him from receiving, and within that giving you everything that you could ever ask for. Your thong is soaked just thinking about it.

“You’re not gonna be able to speak obviously, so I need you to tap me three times really quick if you want me to stop okay?” He asked eyes wide and sincere.

You nodded. “Okay.”

“No I’m serious. If it starts to hurt, I need you to stop me. If it start feels less than good at any point you tell me to back the fuck off. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Shawn, I understand.” You assured him.

He makes you practice it through the ropes around your wrist. Only once you’re comfortable and he’s comfortable does he step closer. Your wig now gone and in its place is your hair pulled tightly into a bun at the back of your head, there’s not much for him to grab onto. That doesn’t seem to bother Shawn in the slightest.. His fingers reach for your cheeks and jaw instead, gentle and playful at first and he tilts your head to the right angle for him. When his cock slips into his hand, and he lets the head rest between your lips, the sound that comes out of him is so tantalizing you nearly cum right there.

“So pretty for me, sweetheart.” He groaned. “Go ahead and get it wet.”

Your tongue laves at the thick fleshiness of his head. He won’t let you move closer to get more, won’t push forward at all yet, so all you can use is your tongue. Surprisingly you love the power that it gives you. The power of being in control of his pleasure from beneath him. It’s an intricate play at the power dynamics that the two of you constantly played with. But, you like it. You like it a lot. You let the tip of your tongue trace lazily at his slit and notice the way his eyes flutter close at the feeling.

“Fuck. Y/n, yes. That’s it.”

He steps a little closer and finally lets his dick slip between your lips. Your tongue continues running beneath the underside, fingers wrapping instinctively around one of his ankles to anchor you more to this moment, this pleasure. The second he gives you the leeway, you wrap your lips tightly around him and suck. You weren’t kidding back at Burger King, you were more than prepared.

“Goddamn, your fucking mouth. You’ll be the death of me you know that?”

You slurped a little nosily at the amount of his length that he had given you, wanting to show your enthusiasm as an answer to his question. He steps a little closer now, and fills you more.

His hands come to rest on your head, one directly on top, and the other at the bottom of your jaw. Your eyes finally lock and his lips fall open in lust as he lets his cock slap against your tongue.

“I’m gonna start to move now. I’m gonna give you more and more until my whole dick is in your mouth. You know our safety signal right?”

You nod eagerly. Desperately. He makes you practice the signal again just in case. Three taps for STOP. Two for slow down a little. One for I’m so happy with this.

The first time he puts his whole dick in your mouth it isn’t even the feel of him that makes your entire body pur. Instead it’s the sound of him whining, His legs tremble and his eyes flutter shut. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. And you want more of it. Crave it even. So you let him fill you. You let your throat relax and your tongue flatten. You breathe through your nose and you don’t dare move as he slowly begins to move his hips. It has its intended effect on him, but even more than that is the effect it has on you. Your pussy throbs indecently as his balls tap your chin. The rops tighten as you stretch to lean closer, to be closer. His mouth parts and he moans for you. It’s euphoria.

“Jesus. Your mouth feel so damn good.” He grunted.

His thrusts got tighter, more pointed until the sound of your dick between your lips was lewdy and filthy. You welcome the spit that dripped from your mouth, yearned for the way it made him gasp and plead for you. Was he in control? Maybe. But who was really steering the pleasure? You were. And you fucking loved every second of it.

When he pulls from your throat you gasp and cough for breath, but not without seeing the way the tip of his cock was red and angry and leaking. It flapped against your lips and glistened in the light of his bedroom. Even when you were still fighting to breathe, you couldn’t help but want to suck it again.

“I--I’m not gonna fucking last.” He huffed squeezing at the base to stave off his orgasm.

You couldn’t help but pout at the way he got to touch himself while your fingers were tied. Couldn’t stand that your lips weren’t on him anymore.

“Don’t need to. Don’t want you to.” You whined. “Come back to me.”

The look that he gives you is one of heat and lust and something that’s maybe a bit tender. He cups your jaw again and bites his lip like he’s conflicted. About what you haven’t got a clue. Before you can think too much he’s thrusting himself into you again, but this time with more power, more recklessness. It burns slightly at your throat. The sounds get louder, more dirty, and so does the way he cries out for you. It’s desperate and needy and so fucked out and GOD why won’t he touch your pussy yet?!

“‘M gonna cum. Gonna cum down your throat.”

Your fingers gripped desperately at his calf, mouth stretch wide beyond your limits and he gagged you repeatedly with his cock. The fight for air was long and hard, but the way he trembled on his fucking toes for you was everything. It was power and it was beauty and it just made you want to be good for him. You just needed to please him. Simply because you could. Better than anyone fucking else could.

He cums with his fingers wrapped tightly around the back of your skull holding you against his crotch as he emptied himself into your throat. When he pulls out his head taps your lip a final time and each of you groan for different reasons. You for the air that fills your lungs, and him for the orgasm that seems to rock him to his very core.

“Shit. Shit y/n. That was amazing.” He whined.

You smile softly with wet eyes and a wet lips and a bit of a sore throat.

“I know.” You hum.

He rolled his eyes playfully at you and moves to his bedside table for the bottle of water he left for you there. Shawn quickly dropped to his knees along side you and lifted the water bottle to your lips to let the cool water trickle down your throat.

“Are you okay?” He checked. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No. Feel good. A little sore. But good.”

“Yea? Well you were amazing. You’re always amazing.”

It fills you with a lightbeam of happiness that is too much to deal with it. You felt like you were on cloud nine. It was one thing for you to know you were good, and another entirely for him to agree. Another thing entirely for him to praise you so endlessly and feverently. It made you feel so damn good.

He untied your wrists and rubbed his thumbs soothingly into your skin. His lips track down yours and it’s just as good as it was at Burger King, just as hunger filled and desperate.

“‘M gonna get you on the bed okay?” He mumbled against your mouth, still pressing heated kisses to your skin. “Your hands aren’t tied anymore so you can do whatever you want with them while I’m eating you out. You can tug on my hair. You can grab at me in whatever way you need. There’s just one thing you can’t do.”

“What’s that?”

“You can’t push me away. I’m gonna make you cum. You’re gonna want me to stop. But I won’t. And I need you to be good for me. I need you to take it. Okay?”

“O--Okay.” You sighed, thighs squeezing together again. “Okay. I’ll be good.”

He smiled and gripped your chin. “My good girl. Come.”

There is nothing like the feeling of him between your legs. His body is warm and hard and heavy. He roots you to the bed and makes you feel more present than ever. His lips and tongue are hot against your already flushed skin as he kisses and nibbles his way along your thighs and stomach. With your hands now free to roam as they please you can’t seem to get enough of him. The softness of his curls between your fingers. The bulge of muscle at his shoulder blades. The dip in the back of his spine. And the entire time he’s doing just what he promised. His tongue soaked at the fabric of your thong, pushing it against your clit with languid little strokes. If you thought that your underwear being in the way would make it less intense, you couldn't have been more wrong. The fabric was silk and it added another texture against your skin as he sucked and prodded at you. Not even fifteen minutes later and your legs had found their way around his back, toes nudging that divet in the small of it again.

“S--Shawn.” you whined pitifully. “Please. More.”

He peered up from between your thighs with the grin of the devil. His lips were already red and swollen. You simply needed more contact.

“I’ll give you more when I’m ready honey. Be good for me.” He cooed.

He sucks a mark into the jut of your lip and runs his tongue there to soothe the flesh before he dives back in.

It’s absolutely torturous. From the foreplay of his dick down your throat, to the absolute hell of his teeth on your thighs, you were buzzing. The need that seem to build and throb from your core was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You’d never craved being touched, had never needed it this badly. But, here Shawn was constantly pulling emotions and feelings that no one had ever been capable of getting out of you.

He slurped loudly at your pussy through your thong, constantly flicking the fabric to tap anxiously at your clit. When your orgasm started to build, your fingers fisted into his hair, thighs clenched. You pushed closer to his mouth and cried out widely for him, for his tongue, for anything that meant he might take you over the edge. And over the edge you went.

“Fuck. Ohmygod--fuck yea!”

He let you grind your pussy against his face. Let you ride that high like you rode his mouth. And when the orgasm began to ebb and your clit throbbed again, he leaned onto his elbows and grabbed at your ass to pull you even closer against his face. He wasn’t done. He’d barely even fucking started.

“SHAWN!”

He tugged the thong out of the way and licked you clean, ran his tongue along every crevice and nerve ending. When he traces the very tip of your clit with the tip of his tongue your legs close like venice fly trap around his head. Your fingers thrust into his hair and you let out a moan that you would be embarrassed of in broad daylight. There’s just no way in hell he’s got you cumming again this fast.

He got up onto his knees, fingers digging deep into your thighs and wrestled you down onto his expensive ass bed. By the time he comes up for air, your legs were literally trembling and you heart soared so fast in your ears that it was all you could hear.

“This pussy was fucking made for me.” He grunted licking his lips. “Come here.”

“W--wait, I’m so sensitive.”

He paused, fingers still gripping you just tightly enough.

“Color?”

You bit your lip. “Green.”

“You’re sure?”

You nodded softly and leaned back onto your elbows as he made his way between your thighs once again. He tugged your thigh over his shoulder and settled onto his side to make himself more comfortable. Your eyes met from between your legs as he pressed a kiss to one of your pussy lips.

“You make me wait again and I’ll slap your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow okay?” He murmured.

Your fingers reached instinctively for his hair now, tightening into the curls as you threw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck. Okay. Okay, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Mmmm. Good girl.” He hummed against your core.

He starts to lick and suckle at you again ignoring the ways that your legs shake at this point. His hands are dancing on your thighs and gripping at the flesh so good it makes you squirm all the more. It really does just feel too good to be true. His tongue is like a sinful miracle and you’ve been fooling around long enough for him to know your body inside and out. From the way he bumps your clit with his nose, to the way his tongue traces around the skin in tight little circles. Every part of it feels infinitely special. When his fingers slip inside of you and curve towards the darkest part of your being, your hips start to flail again. He only smiles up at you in satisfaction.

“So sensitive for me. Wanna make you cum again. Can you cum for me sweetheart?”

Your back arched hips pushing closer and closer towards him as he filled you up and rubbed roughly at your gspot.

“Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god, Shawn! Please. Please make me cum.”

He pushed at the thigh that was over your shoulder and spread you further so that his fingers could do their magic. He rubbed deeper and deeper into you, fingers curving so that your body lost all control. This orgasm starts in your belly, warm and firey before it spread through every nerve ending. When you cum it’s like an eruption. Your screams reach new octaves. The squelching sound of Shawn’s plunging fingers meeting the thick, sticky liquid from your heat. It’s all too much. Too too much.

“HOLY FUCK!”

He pulled his fingers from within you and let your body drop back down to the bed spread. Your heart raced in your chest and your legs felt like jello. You could barely breathe and Shawn thought it was the funniest shit in the world. He peered down at you with hungry eyes and the cockiest fucking grin in the world and your pussy had the audacity to twitch again. What a whore.

He climbed onto your body, thighs bracketing either side of your torso. His dick was red and leaking again, your body literally shivering as he thrust lazily against your stomach.

“‘M gonna cum on your tits.” He whimpered fisting himself in his palm again. “Is that okay?”

He pumped at his shaft, curls flopping beautifully along his forehead with every thrust of his hips. Shawn was a dream. A sweaty, trembling dream that made your heart race and your toes curl. In the moment with his thighs tenses on either side of you, and his lips parted and swollen, denial was not an option. You ached for his pleasure, for his reward. You craved it.

“Yes. Yes!”

Your hands grasped at the flesh of your boobs lifting them to be pressed together. Your nipples stood erect and rock hard, and this only seemed to spur him on even more. The best part of Shawn’s position above you was the ability to watch him fall apart. Your dom, for all of his charisma and perfected authority, crumbled when he was near orgasm. It was in those few seconds that you got to see him in his most vulnerable state. Whiny and red faced and just as overwhelmed as you. And god did you love every second of it.

He shoved up on his knees and groaned so low that you felt it in your own chest. The head of his cock barely poked out from his fist as he fell over the finish line, cum spurting out in thick long ropes along your body. He gasped and heaved in elation hunching in on himself too. You reached without thinking to take his cock into your mouth, cleaning the last remnants of his orgasm with your tongue. When you pulled back with a nice plop for added measure, he collapsed beside you on the bed. Both of you were absolutely done for after a total of five orgasms split between the two of you. There was simply nothing else for you to give.

“F--Five minutes.” He gasped from beside you. “Five minutes and I’ll go get the washcloth.”

It seemed like a fair trade off. You couldn’t even feel your pussy to let him clean you up after all. What was another five minutes?

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This is for the MB challenge by @somebodyalreadytookthis2

Tuesday:

By Moonlight

Once upon a time...

There was a Hero. There he stood, infront of his greatest challenge yet. Bravery and determination burning in his eyes.

His companion stood by him, a flicker of mischief in his smirk.

"Let's go"

Ignoring the dark flowers in full bloom, the duo snuck upto the castle under the cover of darkness: guided by moonlight.

Quietly but surely, the duo snuck into the castle through the back door which had conveniently been left open.

-And so, their journey to save the prince and kill the Demon king began.

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He slowly opened his eyes, a headache pounding against his skull. "W-where am I?"

The prince growled in annoyance as he racked his throbbing (nonexistent) brain for awnsers. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of what appeared to be a rather well kept cobble stone dungeon, he decided that it was time to leave.

With a small grunt, he pulled at the chains chaining him to the wall: the chains instantly snapping with a loud 'SNAP!'

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"AHHH- F#CK F#CK F#CK F#CK F#-"

"You sure you dont need help, Cross?"

Blue asked, eyebrow cocked and leaning against the castle wall. Cross ran, dodging attacks for the 13th time. Yes. He had actually died to this demon grunt 12 times and this was his 13th time fighting it.

"NO IM FIN- SH#T-"

'As amusing as this is, This has gone on long enough' mentally sighing for the XX time, he summoned his makeshift sword and ran forward. In one swift motion he stabbed the demon in its eye and cut a huge gash in its face. Soon enough, the demon dissolved into a pile of dust.

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"...How-"

"That was a Swiggityswooty, Idiot. Their weak points are their eyes."

Blue stated

"..I knew that"

Cross grumbled before stalking off as though he was sulking.

"Alright" Blue smirked, amusement lacing his voice causing Cross to pout even more.

It was almost cute in a way.

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The Guards looked at each other. So the loud snap wasnt just their imagination. Nodding to each other: a silent message being exchanged, the pair if Demons held their spears and approached the cell carefully.

According to their lord this was one of their most dangerous prisoners yet, and they had to be very careful when approaching them. One motioned towards the steel door and the other turned the key, slowly and silently.

"STOP WHATEVER YOUR DOING AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR"

They burst into the cell, spears pointed outwards as they stood back to back. They looked around the cell, only to find it empty.

The two demons eyes widened. One stood up from his crouched position and approached the broken chains while the other pulled out his walkie talkie.

A pair of golden eyes glistened in the corner above the door.

Before the guard could even turn on the device, he was knocked out, head smashing against the stone cold floor.

The other guard turned around as fast as he could at the sound of the thump. He saw a dark figure look at him. Gold eyes where the last thing he saw.

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Dream rubbed his hands on his pants, smearing a purple substance all over it. Did he care? No.

He was very slightly irritated that one of the guards had ripped the sleeve off his shit, making one of his arms completely visible. His blood lust gauge was a quarter way full and he hadn't lost any of his stamina. He was ready to kick some demon ass.

Quickly, he reached into a small secret pocket on the inside of his boots. From it- he pulled out a small black tube. After unscrewing it, he looked at his reflection in the (now unconscious) guard's armour. Carefully with a steady hand, he drew across his eye perfecting his eyeliner.

Now- He was ready to kick some demon ass.

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"WTF is that!"

Cross screeched clinging onto Blue and pointing at the demon they had just come aCross. Said demon was black with white spots- or was it the other way around? No matter. It had two golden horns and eminated a terrifying low howl: MOOOOOO-

Cross screamed once again, pulling himself closer to Blue. Blue tried to hold back his laughter as he looked upon the so called beast that struck such fear in the great hero.

A cow demon. One of the weakest types of demons there is. Even Blue knew that someone as 'bright' as Cross could take on this demon with ease.

Blue held Cross in a comforting manner as he contemplated killing the demon himself- or letting Cross kill the demon himself and get over this seemingly ridiculous fear of his.

As Blue was hung up between these choices, Cross pulled himself closer to Blue, fear prowling his mind and looking for some sort of protection from this foul monstrosity of a demon.

Neither seemed to notice the demon dissolving into a poof of smoke and a purple clad skeleton approaching them curiously.

"Umm.. hi?"

Both Blue and Cross jumped at the appearance of the new skeleton.

Cross quickly scampering out of Blue's hold: cheekbones red in embarrassment.

After collecting himself, Cross eyed the newcomer: taking in his royal purple clothes and golden crown. His eyes widened and he froze as he realized the stranger matched the princes description perfectly.

Cross was brought back to reality by Blue's voice.

"- yeah, strange you wouldn't know where you are. The Demon King's castle isn't really a forgettable place. I'm Blue by the way. The monochrome guy is Cross."

Blue shrugged pointing his thumb back at Cross.

"I- I'm Nightmare. It's a pleasure to meet you, Blue and Cross" The skeleton: now dubbed as Nightmare said giving a bow.

"What's with the formality? Theres no need for it here. We're all friends right?" Blue said giving Nightmare a pat on the shoulder.

'YOU CANT DO THAT TO A PRINCE BLUE!' Cross mentally gasped in horror, the tables turning for a brief moment in time.

"O-oh. I see.I-if you don't mind me asking, w-what are you two doing here?" Nightmare asked, tilting his head in a questionable manner.

"Actually we're here on a mission. You see, I'm a hero and we were sent to kill the demon king and rescue the kidnapped prince" Cross decided to speak up.

"A-actually I'm a prince." Nightmare whispered hesitantly.

"SWEET! That's one thing down. Guess we're going to have to find the Demon King next" Cross said excitedly taking off ina random direction.

'So we're not going to question how he got free in the first place?... seems legit' Blue thought.

Nightmare looked in the direction Cross went before looking at Blue quizzically. "...is he allways like this?"

"I'm afraid so. Just roll with it."

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Dream walked through yet another hall. He had no idea where he was and when he tried to threaten ask any demon he came across after beating them up, they would faint before they could even spit out a word. It was frustrating to say the least.

'Why isnt there an exit sign?' Dream mentally grumbled stopping as he heard something. Quietly but swiftly he made his way forward: making sure to stay unseen in the shadows. The sound of humming seemed to get louder as he saw a figure, cruising their way down the hall in the direction he was going. Not thinking much of it, Dream ran forward and pinned the figure below him, his elbow to the others throat.

It was only then that the prince got a good look at the person under him. Surprisingly, it wasnt a demon, but a skeleton monster. Clad in maroon clothes: an assortment of charms hanging off his neck as well as a pointy hat, Dream could only assume that he was a spell caster. That or a witch.

The stranger sneezed: sort like a kitten, eyelights changing shape and colour as he did so. 'Strange.' Dream thought to himself before noticing a rainbow hue on the strangers cheekbones.

"U-uh, hi? You gonna get off me or...? not that I mind" The stranger said, mumbling the last part so that Dream couldn't hear.

"Oh- yeah, sorry about that. Thought you were another demon scum." Dream said getting off and helping the stranger up.

"Its fine- I'm Ink if you wanted to know or- if not. You're Dream right?" Ink said eyes changing shape once again.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Dream said immediately on guard again.

"Oh, c'mon. Your a prince. Of course I know who you are. That and they won't stop yelling about it" Ink once gain mumbled he last part.

"What was that?" Dream asked, guard dropping a bit at the logical reasoning Ink had presented him.

"Nothing" Ink quickly shook his head before mumbling again, quieter than last time: "shut up guys, your getting really noisy"

Dream shrugged before realizing the whole purpose of this encounter. "By any chance, do you know where we are exactly?"

"In the west wing of the Demon Kings Castle, last I checked." Ink shrugged pulling out an odd looking staff from his inventory.

"I see. Where's the exit?" Dream questioned earning another shrug from the smaller. "In the north wing I suppose"

"And which way is the north wing?" Dream sounded exasperated. "That way." Ink said pointing his staff towards the hall Dream just came from. Dream groaned in annoyance before picking Ink up and putting him on his shoulder like a potato sack. The smaller was lighter than Dream expected, making it easier to hold him down with one hand as the other struggled to get free.

"Stop struggling. Your showing me the way out of this place. Then your free to do whatever you want." Dreams sturn voice cause Ink to freeze.

Dream was shocked as he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. Looking to where Ink had just been he realized the other had vanished.

"Looking for someone?"

Dream instinctively turned around and punched whatever had just snuck up on him. He opened his eyes when he felt the hard yet smooth surface of polished wood against his knuckles. He immediately made eye contact with a pair of somewhat familiar mismatched eyes.

"Hi again."

Dream pulled back and sighed in annoyance. "Warn me next time you do that. I may actually end up taking off your head."

Ink giggled slightly before shrugging. "Whatev. Just, dont carry me again. I guess I'll tag along for now as this could be fun but don't be expecting too much from me"

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"Hey! I think I almost finished the puzzle!" Cross yelled triumphantly as he moved the last stone onto a platform.

Blue chuckled while Nightmare giggled at Cross's enthusiasm. It wasnt even a hard puzzle but they let Cross do it due to the shimmer in his eyes. So here they where, half an hour later with Cross finishing the puzzle.

As the door to the next room appeared, the trio made their way over to it. When Nightmare accidentally stepped on a hidden pressure plate activating a pitfall trap, causing Cross and his companions to fall down into the floor below them.

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"So your a wandering trader?" Dream asked curiosly as he beat another demon into a pulp.

"Yup! Mainly magic weapons and potions" Ink said, leaning against the wall and playing a flute.

"Huh, Cool. If you dont mind me asking, why did you become a wandering trader rather than just, you know- a regular trader?" Dream through the passed out demon to the floor: his bloodlust gauge reaching half.

Ink stopped playing the flute, his expression serious. "Let's just say I made a vow. A vow never to get attached to anything."

There was an ominous shadow hanging on Inks face, preventing Dream from seeing the smallers expression.

Ink felt a haunting warmth surround him.

*Dream used hug on Ink!

He couldn't stop the tears pricking at his eyelights. It had been so many years since he had felt warmth familiar to this.

Dream rubbed the smallers back in a comforting manner as Ink seemingly broke down.

"I-I tried so- so hard to s-stop it" Ink hiccups, burying his face in Dream's blood stained chest.

"B-b-but it s-still hap-pened an-nyways. Now t-their a-a-all go-ne a-and itss a-lll my fa-fault! I-if only I-I wa-warned t-them- they cou-uld have e-escaped." Ink chocked, his voice cracking as Dream pulled him closer.

"Shhhhhhh" Dream whispered as he started to gently sway them: in Hope's of calming the other down. He always did this whenever Nightmare had a breakdown.

Soon enough, the smaller had stopped sobbing: letting out little hiccups here and there."Ink..." Dream started, feeling the other stiffen against him.

"I dont know what happened to you in your past but I can tell you this. Dont let your past weigh you down. You may have lost some very important people to you in the past- but that doesn't mean you should make new ones. I'm sure that whoever you've lost would want you to be happy and make new relationships rather than avoid people and travel constantly." Dream said, an usual softness: only used on Nighty, in his voice.

After holding Ink for a few more minutes, Dream spotted another demon start to approach them from the corner of his eye. Carefully nudging the smaller off him, he motioned to the demon before heading off to kill it: not seeing the light blush and small smile playing on Inks lips.

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"- and then I told them 'that's not an emo, that's my brother!'" Dream exclaimed earning a giggle from Ink. "You can imagine their faces when they found out that was their prince" Dream ended with a chuckle.

Ink in the other hand looked like he was having an extreme giggle attack. He was clenching his stomach while giggling and letting out strangely adorable snorts in the process.

Dream couldn't help the slight heat burning on his face as Ink continued to giggle and snort.

"Wh-" was all Dream managed to get out of his mouth before the floor below him gave away and they both fell into a pit below them.

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Dream groaned. 'Where am I now?'

His eyes once again had to get used to the familiar darkness of the dungeons. Exept: that wasn't where he was. He seemed to be in some sort of underground chamber with little to no lighting. He could just make out thousands of wide pillars holding the chamber up.

He groaned in annoyance. Now he needed to find a way out of here. If only he had a guid- Ink! Dream looked around frantically: looking for the trader's staff or even hat. After finding nothing in the darkness, he sighed. He could only hope that Ink was alright.

Thats when he heard it: a set of voices. One extremely familiar. Using his heightened sense of hearing, he headed in that direction. Creeping behind a pillar: he could barely make out a party of 3 silhouettes. One similar to his own.

"Nighty?"

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Gorgeous, Loki x reader

A/N: Yes I realize that this is a Taylor Swift song, no I don’t care because it fits and I like it. Also this fic is 100% for me because it’s my birthday so let me live. That being said, hope you enjoy. With seven minutes left in my birthday I think this post is well timed. 

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Well, it was that time of year again, your birthday. The date was quickly approaching and everyone seemed to be more excited about it than you did. 

“Hey kiddo, what do you want to do for your special day?” Tony asked one morning about a week before your birthday. 

“Eh, nothing really.” You responded mundanely. 

“Why the long face?” Steve questioned over his bowl of oatmeal. He’s been in the 21st century for almost a decade now, you’d think he would eat something other than oatmeal. 

“I don’t know, I mean I’m only turning 22. I feel like the next major birthday after 21 is 30. So why should I make a big deal out of it?” You asked. 

“I agree with Lady Y/N,” Thor chimed in, “On Asgard, the birthdays that fall between each hundred years do tend to seem a bit uneventful.”  

“Yeah I’m gonna side with Thor on this one doll,” Bucky added from his seat on the couch. What was with everyone being in the living area at the same time this morning? Usually everyone was scattered throughout but the second your birthday is mentioned it’s like flies to honey. “So many birthdays passed me by and I don’t think I even blinked once.” 

‘Yeah but Buck, you were a super soldier for Hydra, doesn’t exactly count as the same thing. Y/N, I think you should celebrate each birthday you have, I missed out on about 70 years of them in the ice, I know how precious time can be.” Steve said with a supportive pat on your thigh. 

“Okay okay, if you guys really insist on doing something for me, at least make it simple, nothing too extravagant.” You said as you gave a pointed look to Tony. He threw his hands up in a defensive gesture. 

“Who me?” He feigned ignorance, “I, my dear, am the /king/ of casual. I think the one you should be worried about is reindeer games.” 

You could feel your cheeks heating up at the thought of Loki. Did he know that your birthday was coming up? Would he be there? But more importantly, would he even care? With a huff you brought your coffee mug to the sink and cleared your throat. 

“I’m gonna go train now.” You announced as you headed for the elevator. 

“Was it something I said?” You heard Tony joke as you exited the living room. You needed to get out of there. It was bad enough they were making you think about your birthday but then they had to go and drag Loki into it. Sure you and Loki were friends but if you were being honest with yourself you felt a slight shift in your relationship as of late. He would give you more lingering touches. Nothing much, just an arm brushing your waist whenever he would walk behind you, a hand on your thigh for a second longer than necessary. 

You weren’t sure if it was really happening or just your mind playing tricks on you. Making you feel things that you wanted to feel. You really needed to punch something, and fast. Once you made it to the training room you put your headphones in and headed over to the punching bags. You started the music and remembered the combinations Steve had taught you not too long ago. 

Of course the first song on shuffle was “Gorgeous” by Taylor Swift. This was quite possibly the perfect song to describe how you felt towards Loki. 

You’re so gorgeous, 

I can’t say anything to your face

Cause look at your face. 

And I’m so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But what can I say? 

You’re gorgeous. 

You continued to punch the bag as you thought about his stupid perfect face. The way his raven hair cascaded down his shoulders and how he sounded like he was crooning whenever he opened that ridiculously beautiful mouth of his. You kept attacking the punching bag like you were attacking Loki himself. Furious at him for making you feel these things, damn him. You would’ve continued to punch but you heard someone clear their throat. You stopped punching and pulled out your earbuds, now you could hear the sound of you panting and trying to catch your breath. 

You looked up to find the person who interrupted your storming thoughts only to come face to face with the god in question. Fuck, he wasn’t even trying and he was being sexy, it wasn’t fair to you. He had his black locks pulled into a messy bun and he wore a skin tight black shirt and black joggers that hung low on his hips. 

“Sorry to interrupt your...session. But I thought perhaps you could use a sparring partner.” Loki spoke as he walked closer to you. He said it as though he had been watching you for a while. 

“How long have you been standing there?” You inquired. 

“Long enough to admire the view.” He retorted, letting his eyes wander over your figure. It was right about now that you regretted wearing your zip front gray sports bra and maroon mesh leggings. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You jested back at him. 

“Oh I have quite the memory, don’t worry darling.” He responded in a husky voice that made your throat dry. Fuck, did he know what he was doing to you? How worked up you were getting. It was probably written all over your face at this point. You cleared your throat before you spoke again. 

“Um, so you said you w-wanted to spar?” You choked out, getting tripped up on the words because how he was looking at you was quite distracting. He looked like a hunter who had honed in on a target and was waiting for a sign of weakness to pounce. 

“I did, hope you don’t mind.” He replied as he used his magic to conjure his twin daggers. 

Using the mystic arts that Dr. Strange had been training you in, you summoned your staff, immediately feeling a surge of power wash over you. 

“Ah, I see you’ve been practicing with that charlatan.” Loki commented, his voice laced with just a hint of jealousy. 

“You’re not, jealous, are you?’ You teased him as you began to twirl the staff in your hands. 

“Y/N, I don’t do jealous, I’m simply saying I could teach you more than that pretender ever could.” Loki replied as he suddenly hurled one of his daggers at you, which you easily deflected with the staff. 

Suddenly, the sparring session was on. Loki couldn’t deliver any close hits to you because your staff wouldn’t let him. You made wide passes at him and managed to land one blow, he let out a huff of air as he doubled over. 

“Shit, Loki, are you okay?” You called out, lowering your staff as you walked towards him. When you got close enough, Loki ripped the staff out of your hands so you were now weaponless. Suddenly you heard Loki’s voice coming from behind you. 

“That’s your problem pet, you care too much. That’s when you let your guard down.” His illusion in front of you flickered out of existence and suddenly you felt the cool metal of a dagger at your throat, Loki had you beat. You could feel his breath coming in heavy bursts as his chest expanded and fell on your back. He had one hand at your throat with his dagger while the other was wrapped around your waist, keeping your arms pinned. His fingers gently skimmed your bare stomach as his feet tapped yours in a silent command to part them. 

You should think about the consequence 

Of your magnetic field being a little too strong 

“Any last words darling?” Loki whispered, his mouth just inches from your ear. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t focus on anything but the goose bumps that were forming where he was touching you. You wanted to scream for him to keep touching you more, for him to take you right here in the training room, but you didn’t. He sensed your hesitation and chuckled. 

“Better luck next time Y/N” He said as he removed himself from you and sauntered out of the training room like nothing happened at all. 

That afternoon, Loki had left for a mission and you weren’t sure when he would be back. When the day of your 22nd birthday came around, he still wasn’t back, making you a little bummed to say the least. The team left you to your own devices for most of the day which you were grateful for. You were just sitting in bed reading when there was a knock on your door. 

“Come in.” You announced to the emptiness. 

“Ooh whatcha reading?” Natasha asked as she plopped down on your bed. Reluctantly, you dog-eared the page and handed the book over to the redhead. “Really Y/N, Othello?” 

‘What?” you exclaimed, “It’s really good!” 

“It’s a tragedy.” She deadpanned. 

“Yeah, a really good tragedy. One of his most famous actually.” You defended as you tried to grab the book back from her. 

“No, you’re not going to sit here, on your birthday of all days, reading Othello. You’re coming with me.” Nat announced. 

“Where are we going?” You questioned as she practically dragged you out of bed. 

“No questions, just go take a shower and come back out when you’re done.” She said as she shoved you in the general direction of the bathroom. 

When you came out of the shower you saw the outfit Natasha had laid out for you. On your bed were a pair of high waisted blue ripped jeans, a black strappy bra, and a see through crop top with stars on it. You practically laughed at it. 

“You can’t be serious.” You scoffed at Natasha. 

“Oh but I am.” She countered. 

“Where did you even get that bra? I don’t own any like that.” You retaliated, waving your hand over the aforementioned piece of fabric. 

“I bought it for you today, think of it as a birthday present.” She joked back. 

“Fine, I’ll wear it.” You grumbled, more to yourself. You knew it was useless to try and argue with Natasha, she always got what she wanted. “But let me put it on in peace, I’ll meet you downstairs.” 

“Fair enough.” Nat replied, “But if you’re not down in ten minutes I’m coming to find you.” She warned as she left your room, shutting the door behind her. 

You paired the outfit with gold adidas and pulled on a leather jacket. You tied your shoes and zipped your jacket up definitely. If you had to wear Natasha’s outfit, you would wear it your way. 

A few minutes later you were walking down the stairs into the main room. 

“There’s the birthday girl!” Tony announced as he came over and gave you a hug. “Happy birthday kid!” 

“Thank you!” You replied as you went around the room and were greeted with hugs and smiles from everyone, that is, everyone except Natasha. 

“Really Y/N, a leather jacket? In August?” She questioned with a roll of her eyes. 

“What? You said I had to wear it and I am, it’s just, under the jacket.” You said with a gleam in your eyes. You could tell she was a little pissed and that gave you more joy. 

“What are you two talking about?” Sam questioned, sensing the tension between the two of you. 

“Oh nothing,” Natasha waved him off, “you’ll see soon enough.” 

“Anyway…” You tried to divert attention, “where are we going and why is everyone dressed nice? I thought you said it would be subtle.” You sighed as you shoved Tony playfully. 

“It is, it is, will you relax? We’re taking you somewhere very special that I’m sure you’ll love.” Tony reassured you as he gestured for all of you to make your way outside and into the car. Tony made you wear a blindfold so you didn’t know where you were going, which you thought was a little extreme but also sweet. 

“Okay Y/N, you can take the blindfold off now.” Natasha announced as she moved you out of the car. 

You took off your blindfold to reveal your favorite karaoke bar that you were always telling the team you wanted to go to. You don’t know how long you’d been bugging them but they never seemed interested. You felt your face light up. 

“Guys!” You gushed as you turned around to look at their smiling faces, “I can’t believe we’re here! We never come here! But I thought it would be more packed.” You said in a flurry of excitement. 

“Yeah about that…” Tony rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I kinda rented the whole bar out for us tonight.” 

“I guess ‘small’ isn’t in Tony’s vocabulary.” Steve joked as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you on the forehead affectionately. 

“I guess not.” You replied as you wrapped one of your arms around his waist. “So what are we waiting for? Why don’t we head in?” 

“Ahem.” You heard someone behind you clear their throat, you turned around to find Loki standing in the parking lot. You suddenly dropped your arm from Steve’s waist and tried to focus on your breathing. Loki looked gorgeous tonight in his perfectly tailored black suit, despite it being the middle of August in New York. 

“Loki, you made it!” You exclaimed, you tried to move but your feet were rooted in place. 

“It appears I did.” He responded curtly, you could see his annoyed expression as he looked between you and Steve. He saw his arm around you and his jaw clenched. 

“Alright, now that the gang’s all here let’s head in.” Tony broke the tension, opening the door and leading the way for everyone. 

Not only had Tony rented out the whole bar for you, but he also invited more people as well. All of your peers from the Bleaker Street house were there as well, including Steve Strange himself. 

“Master Strange, I didn’t know you would be here!” You called as you went over to him. 

“How could I miss an event honoring my star pupil?” He responded as he conjured something and gave it to you. “Happy Birthday.” He responded as he enveloped you in a hug. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you were doing. You opened it and found that it was a crimson red ribbon. 

“I don’t understand.” You commented as you looked at the ribbon in the box. 

“That may look like an ordinary ribbon but in fact it is much more. These are the seven ribbons of hathor. Just say the words and they will enchant themselves to bind even the strongest of enemies.” Strange replied. 

“That’s fantastic! Thank you so much!” You exclaimed. 

“May I?” He gestured to your hair and you nodded as you turned around. You felt his fingers wrap the ribbon around your ponytail and tie it into a neat bow. 

“Y/N, get over here!” Natasha called from the other side of the bar. You gave Stephen an apologetic look as you made your way through the bar to where Nat was waiting for you with two shots. 

“Take these while I order you a vodka soda.” Nat commanded. 

“Both of them?” 

“Yes, both of them. You’re not drunk enough.” 

“I’m not drunk at all.” You reminded her. 

“Exactly! So drink up.” She ordered as she called the bartender over and asked for two vodka sodas, you hoped those both weren’t for you as well. 

You downed the shots as the bartender slid one of the drinks over your way. 

“Good, now drink that.” Nat said as she turned and started walking away. 

“Natasha! Where are you going?” You shouted after her but she simply dismissed you with a wave of her hand. You chuckled to yourself and sat on a barstool, content with sipping your drink in peace. That is, until he sat next to you. 

“Hi.” Loki murmured so only you could hear. 

“Hi.” You breathed out in response. 

“Are you enjoying your party, darling?” He questioned, gently placing one of his hands on your thigh. 

You tried to remember how to speak, you took another sip of your drink to try and quench your rather dry throat. “It’s crowded. I’m not much of a fan of large crowds.” You managed to squeak out. 

“I beg to differ.” Loki mused, moving his hand a little higher on your thigh, “large crowds can be rather fun. More chances to sneak away.” 

And you should think about the consequence 

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

You choked on your drink a little as the implications of what he said hit you. Getting closer in proximity, if that were even possible, he played with the red ribbon in your hair. 

“I don’t remember you wearing this outside.” He said in a quizzical voice. 

“Oh, Stephen gave it to me as a birthday present.” You replied nonchalantly as you took another swig of your drink. You knew it would rile Loki up but good, you wanted him to feel as riled up as you were. 

“Oh, so it’s Stephen now, is it?” Loki choked out through gritted teeth. 

You put your hand up, indicating to the bartender that you would like other vodka soda. “I thought you didn’t do jealous.” You quipped as you grabbed your drink from the bartender and walked away from Loki. You felt buzzed but from the alcohol or the remark you left Loki with you weren’t sure. 

You managed to find Nat, standing around a table with Bucky and Sam. You made your way over and placed your drink down as Nat gave you a smile. 

“Well look who finally found us.” She announced, giving you a quick wink. 

“Sorry, I was caught up.” You said as you let Nat follow your eyes to the bar where Loki was still sitting. 

“Ahh, how did that go?” She asked. 

“I don’t wanna talk about that. How are you guys doing?” You changed the subject, looking at Bucky and Sam expectantly. 

“We’re good doll, just wondering when you were going to grace us with your presence.” Bucky joked. 

“Lucky for you Barnes your wait is over.” You winked playfully at him and he just smiled back. Bucky was crazy hot but you two were just friends. Didn’t mean you two didn’t enjoy flirting with each other, much to the annoyance of everyone else. 

Trying to forget about Loki you downed the rest of your drink as Sam started telling a story about how he saved a cat last week. You had already heard this story three times but let him tell it because it made him happy. While you were listening to him you realized you were getting rather warm and decided to take your jacket off, completely forgetting what was, or rather, wasn’t, underneath. 

“So I have the cat in my hands and then...woah.” Sam stopped talking as he looked at you wide eyed. Soon, Bucky was doing the same. 

He wolf whistled at you, “Damn doll, you really went all out tonight didn’t you?” He examined as he eyed you up and down. Your confusion didn’t go away until you saw the knowing smile on Natasha’s face. Fuck. The shirt. You were about to put your jacket back on but then you felt a pair of eyes burning a whole in the back of your head. You whipped around to find Loki drinking in your appearance and clutching his glass of scotch like his life depended on it. 

In that moment you had realized why Nat had picked this outfit out for you, that sneaky bitch. She knew Loki would show up and she wanted to make the reveal as dramatic as possible. 

“Nat made me wear it.” You said defensively to Sam and Bucky. 

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Bucky retorted. 

“Of course you’re not. Hey, eyes up here soldier.” You teased back. 

He was about to respond when suddenly the lone microphone on the stage gave a loud 

whine as someone tapped it. 

“Is this thing on?” Tony said into the mic. “Right well, we’re here tonight for Y/N’s 22nd 

birthday. I thought we should finally get the karaoke part of the night started off and who better to go first than the birthday girl?” 

You rolled your eyes and flipped Tony off until you heard Natasha start to chant your 

name. Soon enough the whole bar erupted in a chant. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” 

You slowly meandered your way through the crowd to get to the stage. People were whistling and clapping your back as you went up. 

“Have fun,” Tony whispered in your ear, “You have an audience.” You followed his gaze to Loki, whose eyes were now locked on your form. Taking a deep breath you remembered the last time you saw the god. More importantly, you remembered the song that reminded you so much of him. You were buzzed enough to think this was a good idea. With a grin you went over to the DJ and made your selection. 

You should take it as a compliment

That I'm talking to everyone here but you 

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room 

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face 

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But what can I say?

You're gorgeous

The whole time you sang it was as if the rest of the bar faded away and you were just singing to Loki. You could tell he was as affected by you as were by him. When the song was over you waved to the crowd and walked off the stage and into the bathroom, splashing water on your now heated skin. 

“I have to say, that was quite the performance you put on.” Loki mused as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You gasped as you turned around to look at the god of mischief in the face. 

“Loki, what are you doing in here?” You whispered in surprise. 

“Oh, I think it’s perfectly clear what I’m doing here darling. Or was this not the intent of your song?” He husked as one of his hands traveled down your back, along your backside, and to your thigh when he promptly wrapped it around his waist, making you gasp. 

“Do you feel what you’ve done to me Y/N?” He questioned, as he pressed his erection into your clothed core. 

“Good.” You responded darkly, turned on by his actions, “Now you know how I felt last week.” You finished as you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hair at the base of his neck. 

“You wanton little creature.” He replied as he moved his hand to rub your cheek with his thumb. “I should’ve taken you right then and there.” 

“Why didn’t you?” You whispered lustfully, fire coursing through your veins. 

“I was waiting for the perfect moment.” He replied slowly, as he tilted your head up with the back of his hand, so your lips were perfectly aligned with him. If you moved your head just the slightest bit forward, you would be kissing. 

“And when is that?” You retorted. 

“Now.” He said as his pupils dilated with lust. He made quick work of connecting your lips with his and you moaned your approval. He ground his hips more forcefully into your own. He patted your other leg in a silent command to jump. You happily wrapped both legs around the god’s waist as you opened your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore its every crevice and claiming it as his. 

You moaned as you ground your hips into him, craving more. He sat you down on the counter while he continued to kiss you forcefully. He broke the kiss only for a moment, while his hands tore your shirt off your body. 

“That fabric is hardly a shirt. You knew what you were doing to me when you revealed that didn’t you?” He questioned as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck. You nodded as a response, too drunk on Loki to make any coherent kind of sound. 

“Use your words Y/N.” Loki commanded harshly as he pulled back your ponytail and forced you to look him in the eyes. His face was slightly flushed, as were his lips. His pupils were dilated from lust so that only a thin rim of emerald surrounded the blackness. 

“Yes.” You breathed as you brought Loki back down for another kiss. 

“So naughty, pet. I wonder what other trouble we could get into.” Loki murmured against your lips as his hands splayed themselves flush against your newly exposed flesh. You raked your hands through his onyx locks and tried to savor the taste of him. You could taste the scotch from earlier on his tongue mixed with winter mint. You heard a sound in the background but was too lost in bliss to care. That is until the sound cursed. 

Turning your head away from Loki you looked at your intruder and came found Natasha’s eyes staring at the pair of you. 

“Shit, sorry guys.” She apologized as she let her gaze linger on the pair of you. Hot and bothered. Loki however, wasn’t stopping on account of Nat. He continued to kiss your neck and jaw until he pecked you on the lips again and then, still standing between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist, made eye contact with Natasha. 

“What is it Romanoff? Can’t you tell we’re in the middle of something?” Loki huffed, annoyed. 

“I just wanted to tell Y/N that everyone’s asking for you, we got you a cake.” She said, her voice void of its usual mirth. 

“Right, okay, yeah I’ll be out in a few.” You replied, silently begging her to leave as soon as possible. Lucky for you, she got the message and retreated back through the bathroom door. 

“Looks like I gotta get back out there.” You said awkwardly to Loki. 

“Oh I’m not done with you yet.” He husked, he reclaimed your lips again in a sweet kiss. Not as needy as the last, but just as passionate. “Happy Birthday Y/N” He said as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“Thank you Loki.” You replied, still breathless from the encounter. 

Letting you hop off the counter and put your shirt back on, Loki took your hand in his and led you outside to the waiting crowd. Much to your embarrassment everyone erupted in whistles and claps as they saw the two of you emerge. 

Loki sat the two of you down in a booth as Tony brought the cake to rest in front of you. Loki wrapped one arm around you and flicked his other hand in front of your candles, lighting them instantly. 

“Happy Birthday darling.” Loki whispered into your hair, “Make a wish.” 

You smiled as you blew out the candles and leaned a little bit more into Loki. Maybe 22 wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

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Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed

Boundaries part four

Queen Lucy Valois Rys is legally married to King Brad Rys of Cordonia and his childhood friend, Drake Walker. How exactly does their relationship work?

This fanfic based on Choices The Royal Romance follows on from ‘Together, Apart. You can read it here; part one, part two,  part two a,  part three

Also  Boundaries part one part two part three

Disclaimer - some of the characters and locations are the property of Pixelberry. I am just borrowing them for my own pleasure and hopefully others will enjoy it to.

Word count 2419

Not suitable for under 18s

This is very NS*W. Spoiler -There is a threesome involving a strap on...

‘I – uh I think the moment has passed’ Brad replied ‘and maybe we need to set up another rule’ Lucy nodded, an exasperated expression on her face.

‘No shit Brad – how about not walking in on each other’ she glared at Drake ‘We locked the suite, despite having a guard there, did you not think that was a big clue?’ Drake looked up at her, then got up and flopped into a chair.

‘Maybe – I though it would be funny’ he mumbled. ‘Boy was I wrong’ Lucy sighed.

‘Oh I don’t know, I’m sure we’ll laugh about it, and maybe very soon’ she said, sitting on the couch. She sighed and patted the spaces beside herself. ‘Now come here boys, and make up. I suggest if we want to do any more experimenting in the future, we make sure we’re ALL okay with it’ The two men sheepishly flanked her, Brad placing a kiss on her cheek, and Drake reaching across her to shake Brad’s hand.

‘I’m sorry Brad’ he conceded ‘If it’s any consolation, I’ve already experimented with – with that, with a very lovely young duchess…’ he heard Lucy take a sharp intake of breath and stopped. He cleared his throat ‘So – I can give you some advice if you like’ Brad’s eyebrows rose

‘So – you’ve done it yourself?’ he asked, incredulous ‘But you’re so…’ Drake looked at him warningly. ‘uh – so dominant’ he said, flushing slightly.

‘And?’ replied Drake ‘Doesn’t mean I can’t experiment too’

‘So why were you so shocked?’ Brad asked. Drake

‘It’s one thing to build up to it with a partner, another to walk in on someone unexpectedly’ he said ‘I had no idea what I was going to see - that was the last thing on my mind’

‘I guess – it may have crossed your mind that I might have wanted you to be involved too’ Brad said tentatively. Drake grimaced

‘Considering the things we’ve been up to lately, it did cross my mind’ he conceded. Lucy sighed exaggeratedly.

‘Come on guys let’s be plain.’ She said, looking at Brad ‘You were afraid Drake thought it was a build up to you asking him to fuck you, right?’ The two men winced and she rolled her eyes ‘and by your reaction right there’ she stabbed her finger at Brad, then at Drake ‘it is obviously not on the cards, am I right? It’s a hard no for both of you?’ They nodded, then Brad realised that might not be understandable so he locked his eyes on Drake.

‘Drake, you know what our relationship is. That hasn’t changed – we’re still two close friends that help each other out every now and again. Lucy is the glue that holds us together, but I’d hate to lose you. I’m not planning on asking you to fuck me, my friend.’ Drake let his breath out in a long slow sigh.

‘Thank fuck for that’ he grinned. He turned toward Lucy ‘Now, I don’t know about you but I’m finding the glue in our relationship looking mighty fine just now, and I think I need to make it up to you both for spoiling your moment. I think Lucy gets to say what happens in the next – oh I don’t know, shall we say couple of hours?’ He grinned and high fived Brad over Lucy’s head, and she sighed heavily.

‘You two will be the death of me’ she said ‘I suppose you’re not going to take ‘Netflix and chill’ for an answer?’ Drake nuzzled her bare shoulder and put his hand on her thigh, tracing lazy circles on it.

‘I promise I’ll let you keep the gear on. What would persuade you more effectively – puppy dog eyes or waggly eyebrows? I’m sure Brad will give you his best pout too’ Lucy rolled her eyes.

‘Oh alright, I’ll be your best wet dream – again’ Drake punched the air

‘Yess – okay Lucy how do you want us? I can tell you were going for Brad’s g spot – we could go right ahead with that, and I’ll do whatever you like to enhance the experience.’ Lucy’s eyes widened and she looked at Brad, who shrugged his shoulders.

‘I’m in’ he said. Drake rubbed his hands together and leant closer to Lucy.

‘Great!’ he said enthusiastically ‘How about…’ he whispered in Lucy’s ear, and the range of expressions that went across her face made Brad shiver, her pupils growing large.

‘Now come on’ he pleaded ‘Don’t keep me in the dark’ Lucy smiled at him and patted his arm.

‘It’s okay, everybody gets a say Brad’ she assured him. ‘You get what you wanted, but we decide where Drake comes in to the equation. Basically, at the same time he could either fuck me, or you could give him a blow job. What do you think?’ Drake sat back and grinned, playing with Lucy’s hair as Brad’s mind worked overtime. After a while in deep concentration he spoke.

‘Ah – my fear is that I hurt Drake if I’m blowing him’ he admitted. ‘Are you happy with the alternative?’ Lucy looked back at Drake, who leaned over and gave her a long lingering kiss before she answered, a dreamy look on her face.

‘Oh yes, I can go with that. But he’ll have to be gentle, I don’t want to hurt you if it gets too vigorous’ Drake stood up and stretched out his hand to Lucy.

‘Well I can give advice as we go, but this is going to be a blast – for all of us. Let’s get this show on the road.’ He pulled Lucy to her feet ‘In case you’d forgotten, you put the dildo in the desk drawer, Lucy my darling’ he said close to her ear. Her eyes widened and she went to retrieve it.

‘It’s a good job you noticed’ she said ‘That would have given Brad a surprise’ Brad rose and followed Lucy. Drake swatted his backside as he passed, and he jumped and turned to give him an indignant glare.

‘Careful bro, I can still withdraw you know’ he warned. Drake guffawed.

‘Like you could’ he grinned, but Brad stood his ground.

‘I mean it, don’t push me Drake. This is why I wanted to keep it quiet for now, you’re too flippant by far’ Drake spread his hands in a placatory gesture.

‘I’m sorry man, you know the second we get in the bedroom I’ll be focused. I just can’t help seeing the funny side now I’ve gotten over the shock.’ Brad scoffed. The words ‘funny my arse’ sprang to mind but he bit his tongue. Brad waved Drake on instead.

‘After you’ he motioned, and gave him a swift kick to the backside. Drake made a playful ‘ooo’ sound and skipped ahead of him. Brad sighed and followed along. For a moment he thought it would be difficult getting his mojo back, but seeing Drake press Lucy to the wall and kiss her deeply stirred his competitive side, even though he was going to be on the receiving end. Drake took hold of her and pivoted so she sat on the bed, kneeling between her thighs and Brad instinctively got on the bed behind her to nuzzle her neck and nibble at her ear, rewarded by feeling her body shiver. Drake was kissing along her thighs on the flesh left bare between stocking tops and thong. Suddenly something occurred to Brad.

‘I uh – I’m not sure I’ll be ready’ he said, shame faced ‘I left the butt plug out…’ Drake broke off kissing Lucy to look up at him.

‘You don’t need one’ he said ‘I can talk Lucy through stretching you if that’s okay with you’ Brad found himself blushing.

‘Well okay, but it has to be her, I’m not ready for you to…’ he let the sentence hang in the air. Drake smiled softly.

‘I will be as sensitive and considerate as if it were just me and Lucy’ he said. ‘Just make yourself comfortable, Brad, and I’ll tell Lucy just what to do.’ Brad lay down on the bed facing up, and spread his legs a little, bending his knees. Drake’s voice was low and soothing, just as when he had talked about Lucy when the two men were together.

‘Just so you know Brad, Lucy is the only one who’s going to be touching you, and I want you to remember how she’s dressed and where this is leading’ Brad closed his eyes and felt the bed shift a little. ‘Lucy’s just getting the lube – and warming it up a little. Now Lucy, just spread it – there…’ He felt the lube slightly cool and slick around his entrance. ‘Now – just make little circles…’ Brad moaned as he felt Lucy’s soft fingers circling, closing in ‘A little more lube – that’s it – now in just a little…just the one finger’ Drake’s voice grew softer and Brad’s blood rushed in his head as well as to his member. He felt himself growing hard as Lucy probed. He couldn’t hear exactly what Drake said and just let waves of gentle pleasure waft over him as she apparently inserted another finger. He let it all wash over him – it was certainly more pleasurable than sneaking into the bathroom and wrestling with the lube and a buttplug.  He felt himself stretching gently, and reached down to stroke himself. He heard a soft chuckle from Drake.

‘That’s it Brad, just relax, touching yourself is fine. I think you’re almost ready. When you feel you want to start, just signal, and Lucy will move her hand away and you can turn over – then we’ll take it from there.’ He was no longer aware of how many fingers Lucy had inserted, but he felt himself soften and open. He signalled for her to stop, and rolled over onto his knees. He felt shifting on the bed, and soft hands stroked over his buttocks.

‘Are you ready your Majesty?’ he heard Lucy’s soft voice ‘Can you remember the safe word?’

‘I’m ready. Safe word is maroon’ he said clearly.

Lucy had inserted three fingers into Brad’s entrance, slowly and carefully with Drake’s instruction, gradually stretching him open. Drake stood behind her murmuring into her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine and his lips roaming over the tender flesh of her neck and shoulders. He squeezed some lube into her hand to coat the dildo, and once it was warm, she carefully lined it up and started to ease in. Drake directed the angle.

‘Carefully now – just up a little and you’ll hit the spot’ he whispered ‘You’ll know when’ A sudden shudder passed through Brad’s body just then ‘That’s it, just keep hitting that. Try varying the speed and rhythm now and again’ he advised. He leaned her slightly forward and his fingers pushed aside her thong. She set up a slow shallow rhythm, watching Brad’s reaction and listening to his breath and his moans of pleasure. Her breath caught as she felt Drake starting to delve inside her with his fingers. She reached around to Brad’s length, leaning into him, the angle changing slightly until she found the right spot again. The angle allowed Drake to start to nudge her entrance and carefully slide inside her, stretching her a little and eliciting a soft moan.

Brad’s whole body shuddered as he sensed what was happening behind him, and Lucy started to rock. Drake stayed in synch with her, just staying inside her with no friction until the three of them moved in unison, Brad pressing back against the dildo, Lucy grasping his engorged member, and Drake starting to push a little, then gradually he took the lead with a shallow stroking into Lucy.  She gasped, trying to keep it all together in the fleshy sandwich that they had become. She felt her coil tightening, her moans increasing in volume, driving the dynamic as both men responded both vocally and physically. There was a slight delay between Drake’s gentle thrust and her hips moving forward to push the dildo to hit the place that made Brad shudder and groan.

‘I’m coming’ she gasped, and Brad pushed back into her, clenching around the dildo and covering her hand with his own to dictate the speed as she pumped his shaft, her rhythm faltering. He felt his release only a fraction of a second before Lucy shuddered and cried out. Brad shot his seed out onto the towel Lucy had put down on the bed, and Drake pulled Lucy clear of Brad, giving a last few deep hard thrusts that finished his own orgasm inside her, grunting with satisfaction as she tightened around him rhythmically. The three of them finally fell apart, gasping and groaning, a sweaty heap of flesh. Brad rolled to one side and Drake to the other, Lucy in the middle, folding over the towel and throwing it off the bed. It was a while before any of them had the breath or strength to move again.

‘Fuck, was that a triple orgasm?’ panted Drake ‘We are really rocking it!’

‘I’m dead’ moaned Lucy ‘How long do you think it would take Bastien to wonder what was wrong and come in to find all three of us expired in our own juices?’

‘Not long’ gasped Brad ‘I have meetings in the morning’ Lucy sniggered.

‘Well thank goodness you’re indispensable to the running of the realm, your Majesty. Otherwise we’d never leave the bedroom and die of dehydration or sexual exhaustion.’ She drew herself up to sitting, unbuckling the harness and dropping it on top of the towel.

‘Speaking of which’ said Drake, and Lucy groaned ‘You look spectacular in those heels…’ Lucy held up a hand.

‘I’m calling a stop’ she said ‘We need to clean up and recover before we even think about – don’t give me the puppy dog eyes, Walker’ she sighed

‘But you look so spectacular in those heels’ he protested ‘And I have seriously underestimated the appeal of lingerie’ Brad rose from the bed and pulled into his regal posture.

‘Okay, time out – I am most definitely going to clean up and then I’m crashing in my own bed. You two’ he pointed at them with two fingers ‘can do whatever you like, I’ve had my way with Lucy for the past couple of days so if you want to catch up, be my guest. I don’t want to be disturbed until breakfast – is that clear?’ Drake grinned and nodded

‘You’re too kind, your majesty, You won’t hear a thing’ he assured him.

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Whispers of A Storm

A Not My Fight short story. ------------------------------------------- This is backstory for Prince Squall.

The chapters list for the whole story can be found here. -------------------------------------------  I wrote this all in one sitting and am too lazy to go back and edit it now, so have these feels. Enjoy ;3c

Two years. 

It had been two years since the queen had fallen sick.

Since she had died.

Since the king had constricted his already tight grip on the kingdom to a stranglehold.

Two years since the young prince had heard so much as one kind word. Seen one kind glance. Seen one little glimmer of sympathy in someone’s eyes.

Things change when the light of the kingdom goes out. Things change when the leader of a kingdom makes himself the dictator of an empire.

The young prince knew better than anyone.

It was just another dreary day. Squall curled up in bed, wanting to be left alone. But he could hear the feet of a scorpion servant clicking on the tiles outside his room. It knocked, claws clacking together a bit impatiently.

“Get up,” it said, raspy voice grating to his ears, “your father wants to see you. Again.”

Squall pushed his pillow over his face, grumbling into it, before tossing it at the wall.

“Tell him I’ll be there soon,” he responded.

He waited until the servant had left before rolling out of bed, stretching his wings out behind him. He wondered briefly what his father would want to “teach” him this time. Magic techniques? How to make people fear you more than they already do? He snorted to himself as he pulled on a clean shirt. Doesn’t really matter. He glanced around at the suits in his closet before picking a deep blue color. His mother had always said it went well with his scales. His cloak was the next thing he grabbed. It was still too long for the seven-year-old, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from wearing it. It was warm, and the weight of it made it feel like an old friend. He could hear rain outside on his window. If he was quick with this, he might be able to catch the end of the downpour.

Rain. The sound of it… The feel of it… The very smell of it…  It was the one thing Squall enjoyed more than anything nowadays. And it was something his father couldn’t take away. Nobody could control the weather.

Squall poked his head out of his room, glancing around the hall before slipping into the shadows. They gathered at his feet, trailing after him like his own personal shroud. He wished he could do better than a dark fog that swirled about his feet, but this was all he could manage to maintain. The hall led out into the throne room, and he steeled himself to enter, his tail twitching back and forth nervously.

He pushed the door open, folding his wings tightly to his back in case there was someone there ready to try and grab them. Some days, his training began like that. He shivered at the memory, grateful that there was nobody there today.

He quickly trotted down the maroon carpet to the throne, where his father sat.

The king of Nthenda was a sight to behold. He was a dragon with scales the color of rotting moss and an aura of gloom about him. His iron grey horns were twisted, one of them missing a tip. There was a scar that ran down one of his wings, showing a tear through the membrane, but he was still able to fly on it. He wore a large ruby necklace around his neck. The gold chain had chafed on his scales, betraying the fact that he hadn’t taken it off for years. His piercing yellow eyes pinned his son in place as he bowed at the foot of the throne.  

“Father, I have come as you requested,” he said, keeping his eyes downcast. He tried not to let his voice sound small or frightened. But it was a hard battle, and it didn’t seem like he’d won from the sound of the dismissive snort his father gave.

“You should know to address me by my title, boy,” his father hissed.

“R-right, my apologies, King Gladeness,” Squall peeped. His wings shifted uneasily and he shuffled his feet. “What is it that you need me to do, King Gladeness…?”

Squall’s breath picked up as his father rose up off the throne. It was all he could do to keep staring at the floor. The king walked around him, looking the small dragon over like some sort of mildly annoying snizzy.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he snarled. He bared his teeth slightly, a low growl echoing around the room. “You’re not worth my time today. Get out of my sight.”

“B-But-” Squall stammered, head jerking up.

“Shut your whiny mouth!” the king snapped, “You’re never going to measure up to me. You have no power other than what I’ve taught you, and what power you leech off of me by being my rubbish excuse of a son. Get. Out. Now.”

Squall whirled around, nearly tripping over his cloak in his haste to leave. He felt thorny vines snag at his feet, their sharp, poisonous needles spiking through his scales. But kept running until he could slam the door of the throne room behind him.

And then he ran until he was out of that hallway.

Until he was out of that wing of the castle.

Until he had left the inside of the castle itself.

Until the cold rain poured down on him, soaking his scales and washing away the pinpricks of blood from his legs. They were already starting to swell up.

He leaned his head back, chest heaving, but not only from the burst of activity. He  closed his eyes. He could feel the hot tears running down his face. What a sharp contrast they were to the icy water that was falling from the heavens.

“... Mum…”

“Why did the sickness have to take you away?”

“Why didn’t it take father instead?”

“...”

“I miss you, mum…”

For a time, all that he could hear was the rain. The rhythmic pitter patter of the drops on the stone drowned out most of the background noises.

But not all of them.

His eyes snapped open at the sound of a couple pebbles clattering onto the cobblestones of the castle wall he stood on.

“Who’s there?” he growled shakily, flaring his wings slightly in an attempt to act more threatening than he felt.

Silence greeted him.

“... I know you’re there,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes in the direction that the sound had come from. The shadows tugged themselves away from the side of the castle, swirling into a mist around his claws. That is, all but one of them. But this one was… different.

It looked like a hazy shroud of black fog. Though he couldn’t be sure. Whenever he tried to look straight at it, there was only a gaping void where the cloud would reside.The rain seemed to pass right through it. The aura it gave off was… unsettling.

Squall took a step back from the strange thing, shivering. He felt as if someone were running their fingers up and down his spine.

“W… who are you?”

Silence.

“What are you?”

Silence.

“W-what do you want from me?”

The thing seemed to look up. Two red slits opened on what he would call the front of the creature. Squall trembled as he realized that they were eyes. The thing was looking straight at him. Ever so slowly, a crimson slash rent itself open under the eyes. It was smiling at him.

Squall wanted to flee. To move. To scream. But it had him paralyzed.

The thing tilted its “head” at him.

“The better question isss… what do you want, young princcce?” it asked. Its voice was like a breeze that rustles through the dry branches of trees long dead.

“Wh-wh…”

The thing let out a wheeze that could pass for a chuckle before gliding over to him. It circled around him, caressing his cheek with a foggy tendril.

“Do you not know what I am?”

“Y… you’re a pcoumo,” he choked out, finding his voice. “W-we aren’t supposed to g-go near your kind.”

“Ohh… that’s simply not true.” The pcoumo’s “grin” widened. “They’re all just afraid of what we can give them…”

“And w-what is that?”

“Anything your heart desires, my young prince…”

Its movements were almost hypnotic.

“You… you can give me my mum back…?”

“Ah… that, i’m afraid not even we  can return to you… But we can offer you something different…”

“What?” he asked, voice breaking, “Wh-what else does my heart desire b-besides my mum c-coming back?”

The pcoumo stopped in its tracks. Its crimson eyes glinted, reflecting off the puddles of rain on the ground.

“We can give you power. More power than you can imagine.”

Squall paused, his breath caught in his throat. But the thing seemed to know what he was going to ask.

It smiled.

“Even more than that of your f a t h e r .”

Squall stared at it. His face was blank, but his mind was racing. His mother had warned him about these things. She’d said they would ruin him if he let them into his mind.

But she was gone.

He already felt ruined.

There’s only one way to go now.

Up.

He straightened up. Yellow eyes flashing, he held out his hand.

“Give me the power that you speak of.”

The pcoumo’s grin grew wider, and its tendrils curled up his arm.

“Good choice.”

Then, there was a scream.

There was silence.

And there was bitter laughter.

Prince Squall of Nthenda was on his way to taking back what was his.

And in time, what was his would lose its luster.

He would want more.

More subjects.

More land to rule over.

More resources that he could hold over his enemies’ heads.

More power to fill the void that everyone had torn into him.

The void that was being held open by the pcoumo within him.

The void that could not be filled, because he had nobody to fall on.