#what is this fake deep white girl bullshit we're in now

[tonysdumplings]

relistening to pre-MIDnights catalogue of Taylor Swift's music and wow. I forgot that she's actually like... an incredible musician. she just decided not to be this good at making music anymore, which is crazy

[kimhargreeves]

Forbidden-Zeke Yaeger x Reader

Summary: Mikasa has always had Eren to protect and follow around. You have Zeke. How will both of your relationship go when he uncovers your past.

"Ha! That's two in a row, I've won!" Porco exclaimed and pointed at Pieck. The dark haired girl was laying across the couch I was on, I was sitting on the edge to not disturb her.

"That's because I let you." She replied with a smirk adorning her tired face.

"No you didn't!"

I giggled at his childish behavior meanwhile Reiner who was sitting opposite of me was frowning, he seemed very deep in thought. I know what's running through his head.

It's those people who call us devil's.

"You are annoying me, I'm heading out for a drink." Reiner stood up and threw the few cards he had in hand. He turned to look at me before he left, "Want to join me?"

In his way that meant he was saving me from staying here listening to Porco complain. "Sure, one drink before bed won't harm me."

Reiner and I began walking to where the bar is and as soon as we arrived, smoke filled the air and many soldiers were drinking the night away. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Zeke talking to a couple of men.

He was still wearing in white uniform like the most of us, his eyes seemed tired but he was drinking and smoking as if it were still early.

We were all called up a few days ago since Willy Tyber will be giving a speech, which means we have to be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. "There he is again." I heard Reiner mutter when he received his drink and boredly look at Zeke's direction.

"I know I shouldn't talk about this, but was it wrong leaving?" Reiner whispers when he makes sure no one's around to listen at the able we were sitting at.

I smile and nod my head. "Of course, why would you regret leaving?" I ask mocking him for thinking of such things.

Reiner hummed and didn't approve of my behavior. "There's something you're hiding. I don't know what it is buts it's been bothering me for years now. We're like family, you can tell me anything."

I'm not sure he'll understand or anyone.

"Ha! Maybe some other time, let's drink!" I fake being so happy and grab another alcoholic beverage for us.

"No, thanks. I'm not planning on getting drunk tonight."

Reiner had been so distant since he came back. I'm sure I would get hung or killed for the many secrets I've been hiding from the many soldiers and the people here.

"Reiner, (Y/N). What's brings you both here?"

"What's it to you?" Reiner asks almost glaring at Zeke when we came to us.

"We wanted to escape from Porco and Pieck!" I exclaim when I take a bother swing at my drink.

"This two can act quite childish.." he hums and remembers the many times those two have had an argument, or more like Porco since Pieck is so laid-back.

Reiner takes one last sip and places some money on the table. "I'm tired, hey, if you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me." Reiner patted my shoulder and looked down at me.

I looked into his blue eyed and smiled. "I know! Have a good rest." I bid him farewell and watched his leave to his home.

Which left me being with Zeke. He sat down where Reiner previously was, he was quiet with his arms folded across his chest while smoking a cigarette, it was hard seeing his eyes from the smoke of it.

I smiled and held onto my drink. "So, what's brings you here tonight?" I ask him instead.

"Cut the bullshit, (Y/N)."

The atmosphere suddenly felt heavy. I tilted my head faking that I was confused at what he meant, luckily we were in the far back of the bar which meant no one would listen at our conversation.

"Hmm? don't know what you mean." I lazily rested back onto the seat and finally saw his sharp blue eyes darken when I caught sight of them.

"Every soldier in this place could shoot you if I were to say what you've been hiding."

"All those moments you would so desperately try to fight for us, for me, was for something different, correct?"

I scoff and try to play it off. "I seriously think you had too much to drink. We've known each other for years! I know when you're joking."

The many years I've known Zeke, he's never joked about something..I should've chosen s different word.

My throat tightened when I realized he was slowly getting to me. I tried do hard to not stutter in anything I said.

But what gave it away?

**************

Reiner was just up ahead trying to fight off Eren along with Bertholt, I noticed Pieck at the very bottom of the wall I was standing on and caught sight of the Beast Titan which wasn't hard too miss since it's it's huge.

Erwin was on the ground with more soldiers who were prepared to fight off Zeke. It's almost time.

I jumped down and easily maneuvered myself with my odm gear and landed right next to one of the many horses and soldiers who were prepared to die.

Erwin gave me a sincere and kind smile..one I would never forget.

That was the last thing I saw before her charged forward and I dodged every rock that was thrown at us, they almost hit me, I would've died until I flew forward and landed on the Beast Titans shoulder.

"It worked! You were right on what you said." I tell Zeke on Erwin's suicide plan. "E-Erwin is dead." I stuttered and I felt my ears ringing when I looked down and saw the many dead soldiers.

The entire ground was painted in blood, almost everyone died and I was one of the lucky ones who was on the other side of the team.

"I'll hold Eren back! Go ahead before he catches up!"

I jumped down and began to head over to Eren who roared angrily. I prepared my blades and began to cut him when I made it to him. Reiner tried to attack him while I began to cut him, but that girl with red scarf clashed with my blades.

"Mikasa! Let me through."

"Why would you do this?"

She was genuinely hurt. She didn't expect me off all people to betray them. I ignored all emotions I had on her, on all of them and began to fight back.

"I won't let you or Eren near Zeke. You and Levi will have to go through me."

Her eyes darkened when I said that. "So be it." She charged at me with fury while I dodged her attacks and tried to not get myself cut by her, or worst beheaded.

"What Eren will do will destroy humanity! You have no idea the destruction he'll create and when you do it'll be late." I tried to tell her but she was blinded with rage.

I held onto my blades right and continue to fight against her until she finally slashed my arm creating a long and deep cut.A Afterthat we quickly went back to Eldia and gave I gave out some more information about Paradis.

I held onto my blades right and continue to fight against her until she finally slashed my arm creating a long and deep cut.After that we quickly went back to Eldia and gave I gave out some more information about Paradis.

***********

"You stuttered his name."

Zeke keeps his eyes on me. I finally frown and stare back at him with empty eyes. "I did..didn't I?"

I suddenly stood up and remained calm. "I'll be right back." I excuses myself to head to the restroom. There's no way I'll be talking to him about it.

Quickly I began to look for an exit and if was through a top window. I jumped down and began to run away and towards a few trees away from the many houses.

A small house that was left for me when I was just a little kid. I would spend my days here worrying about nothing until I was taken away.

"Open that door and I'll eat you." I gulped and saw Zeke who was just behind me.

"(Y/N) (L/N). I knew there was something wrong about you. You would appear and suddenly disappear for weeks when you were a child. The couple who raised weren't you're real parents, they were traitors too just like the man who threw you away when he was too busy."

I refused to meet his eyes.

"You played your role so well, you almost fooled me. When you left with Annie, Bertholt and Reiner..that wasn't your first time arriving at Paradis. You've been able to disguise yourself and change your name various of times but we all know that isn't you're real name is it?"

Oh no.

"(Y/N) Yeager. You are the daughter of Geisha Yeager and a woman called Carolyn. He tried to experiment on your before you ran away and a year later later when you did, he had Eren."

I turned around and looked up at him. "All those times you've been putting up a facade. Are you truly happy?"

"How long have you known about this?" I ask ignoring his previous questions.

"On the same day I went to get you and Reiner back."

The woman who was my mother was from Marley. I barely remember anything about her only the things Grisha would try to do to me. He abandoned Zeke and had Eren instead and proceeded to experiment on him.

I ran away from home when I had enough and never saw Grisha again.

Zeke was expected to be perfect and gave his parents away to be killed.

And Eren has a loving home.

Zeke has it harder than us both...

"If you've known about this, why wait till now?"

I tried to hard to hide these things. I should've known a man like him would try to look for my background. "Because they'll be here soon and I need you to pick a side."

"That wasnt what I meant." I mutter.

Zeke keeps his eyes down on me. Few weeks ago I accidently got ourselves drunk and we spent the night together.

"I want you to know that I'll be here in whatever you need from me." I heard Zeke whisper and I felt him grab my hand and kiss the top of it.

Like it or not Zeke knows how much my attitude has changed. I used to be so cold and distant towards anyone back then, that when we first met, everything changed.

I knew what I was feeling for him was wrong but I couldn't help it. Does he feel the same as well? Even after knowing the truth about us being sibling's?

I gasped when Zeke came closer and wrapped his arms around me protectively. "I won't let Eren lay a finger on you."

Eren has Mikasa fighting for him. So I'll do the same and continue fighting for Zeke. I smiled and rested my head against his chest until he lifted my chin up and leaned down to kiss my lips.

I know which side to truly choose now. Zeke helped me through so much with my ptsd, so I owe him my life. Whatever happens, I'll be by his side.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Joan Jett Quartet

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: NC-17 BDSM, extreme language, consensual bondage and paddling

A/N: Decided to do a short series of erotic drabbles based around Klaus x Reader during his first year with Destiny's Children. They'll be "Tied" together with "Do You Wanna Touch Me There?"

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Book 2- Bad Reputation (Klaus x Fem!Reader)**

There was no doubt you had been on a complete power trip after your tryst with Klaus and the table. Smug satisfaction on your lips everytime the two of you passed one another in the mansion. You held your head high while all he did in return was roll his eyes and shake his head, cheeks flush.

The last straw for Klaus was one moment when you passed one another on the stairs. You held your fingers up in a V-shape in front of your mouth, snaking your tongue in and out obscenely. He grabbed you by the wrist and yanked your body flush with his. Your heart raced with desire as those exasperated eyes glared at you.

“You've been telling others our secrets,” his voice low.

“Of course. They're my friends, and they are interested in why The Prophet keeps choosing me to meet behind closed doors. I didn't know it was a secret, ” you grasped his neck with your free hand and tightened so that your nails dug into his skin, “these proclivities.”

There was a sharp intake of breath as Klaus visibly shook under your grip. An erection twitched against your hip and grew the tighter you clutched. Then suddenly lifted your chin upward. His thumb pressed hard into the bone so you could only look him in the eye.

“If I wanted any of them to know what gets me off, I could've asked any number to play with me. I'm pretty fucking sure they'd be better at it, too. Uppity bitch with your uninspired tit fucking. too good for the strap-on unlike Jill and Kitty.”

Your heart fell and pounded in your ears the entire way down. But you remembered yourself and him. How the game could start any time he felt up to it. An unspoken contract the moment you agreed to restrain him and dominate him. This was just payback because you made Klaus human to the other Children.

“It's my turn to play”

Your face was hot with want. There was a wetness between your legs at the thought of it. His lips moved centimeters from yours so you could breathe what he exhaled. Your hips ground into him.

“Bring a blindfold,” Klaus instructed. “I'll bring the paddle”

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You stood in the living area of Klaus’s wing. You shifted from barefoot to barefoot in a large sweater and your underwear. Your hair twisting and untwisting around a finger without thought. The sleep mask you brought as a blindfold laid out on the arm of the sofa. You shocked yourself that the sight of a paddle, makeshift in haste from a kid’s toy, turned you on.

“Can't say sorry for being late,” The sound of Klaus’s voice made you jump out of your skin. A sly grin spread across his face, “Nervous, doll?”

He stood in front of you now, that long beard gone and his hair wrapped up in a bun. “Couldn't get the fucking thing off. (It was fake) At least that's one secret you've kept.” His hand ran down your arm and waist around to your ass which he rubbed all too briefly.

Now Klaus leaned in to kiss your forehead and cheeks before lifting your chin so that his lips could meet yours. “You totally get that you're one of two people I trust in this room?”

You looked around assuming he meant himself. “Yes.”

“And you get that I've been mostly myself with you.” You nodded an understanding. “Good girl. You definitely fucked that up by gossiping about me, so I have GOT to punish your insolence. Can't have you squawking to the other chickens in the henhouse that the fox enjoys being pecked.”

Klaus laughed at his own metaphor. Not maniacal, in an honest giggle the way he did when he found himself truly humorous. You loved that about him. He could command attention with his “sermons,” but in your bedroom the nights he came to you? He thrived on making you smile.

His face became serious again, “This isn't some master slave bullshit either. I was raised by servants, and trust me it fucking bothers me. Mom, a bit mechanical as she was, managed fine on her own.”

Klaus was lost in thought but shook his head. He made his way behind you and spoke in your ear, “I just like playing with you. You choke me and fuck me while I lose consciousness. I spank you and make you swallow my cum until you learn to keep secrets. And if you're good, I'll fuck you too.”

The breath caught in your throat at how casual he was. How he brought sexual freedom to you and the others. Nothing was too perverse as long as everyone agreed, and you consented to this eagerly.

“Good. Now the safe words,” he fitted the sleep mask down over your eyes, “are Spice Girls.”

“What?” you snickered.

There was a swift open handed slap on your ass that stung beautifully, “Correct response is?”

“Yes, Prophet.”

“I want you to take your sweater off, but as you do stand with your feet slightly apart. Then bend forward.”

The chill in the air caused your skin to goose pimple as soon as your sweater left your body. You complied, unable to tell which direction Klaus was coming from. Your heart raced with excitement.

As you leaned forward, his hand caught you by the throat. The other warm and flat on your back. He ran it over your spine and to your ass which he rubbed before he gave another slap. This time even harder to your delight. When you didn't flinch, he repeated himself. Harder still. Once more before he dipped his hand between your legs and rubbed your sex through your panties.

“I figured you may enjoy the same things I do. Look how wet you already are, and I haven't even used the paddle. And this ass, honestly there's so much to work with. More men should appreciate a thick one.”

The friction of Klaus’s hand picked up as he kept working you through the fabric. Then he withdrew it and that pleasured sting came one more time. Harder. You choked on a moan.

Over the backs of your thighs now and over the hips his hand went. “These hips too. Perfect for when I want to ride you like we're dogs or tease that little asshole.”

That part wasn't really a turn on to you. When Klaus played with you there, unable to switch off how he might please a male lover from a female.

Your thoughts fell away as that roaming hand took hold of your panties and removed them. The hitch in your throat as you felt him tug you forward with the hand on your neck. Klaus massaged your naked sex with the palm of his hand. The heel found your clit and pressed into it before you knew he had pulled back and raised his hand. He brought it down with such force on your bare ass that you lurched forward. It was wet.

“Now you're quiet?” Klaus inquired. “I wonder how long the chicken can go before the fox makes her cluck?”

There was a rush to your head as he righted you. He unhooked your bra and removed that too. Klaus pinched your nipple. Then the other. He traced the erect skin with a fingertip. Your back arched because his body leaned into you. The loose tendrils from his bun splayed across your chest as he bit the top of both of your tits. Still no sound.

“You're tits are, like, the perfect fucking size for how large my hands are,” each word emphasized by a hard squeeze as he roughly kneaded them.

Without warning, Klaus dropped them and dipped his fingers inside you. He pumped them deftly in and out, circling your clit and worked it until you started to pulsate. He drove you just mad enough.

“I can't believe how fucking wet you are. Do I make you cum?” Klaus’s fingers moved quickly and your legs started to shake. “Do I punish you some more?” Fingers out of you, hand on your throat to swing you forward again so he could spank you somehow even harder. Once. Twice.

“Or do I sit and watch you fuck yourself until its time to suck me off?”

Still bent in half, Klaus pushed his fingers deep inside and pumped them again. Assaulted your clit. “No, I'm too hands on.”

Then a white heat filled your core and spread. Your sex constricted around Klaus’s fingers as you came. A loud squeal turned moan echoed off the walls. He held you steady by the neck as he rubbed out a second orgasm and made a tsk tsk sound.

“Guess I've got my answer. More insolence when I wasn't ready for you, and you broke your silence!”

You couldn't even comprehend Klaus’s next move. He stood you up and then bent your arms so your hands were on the back of your head. The position when you're under arrest. You could feel his bare chest against your back, erection just beneath his linen pants in your ass.

Klaus held your hands to your head and stepped away from you. Three swift hits to your ass, “I knew you wouldn't keep quiet long.” Each word again emphasized the rhythm of his punishment.

You took a chance, “Please forgive me, Prophet.” Your body shook with endorphins.

“Debatable. Can’t exactly talk with a mouthful of my cock now can you,” Klaus was still holding your hands above your head. Free hand that spanked you reached around to pinch your nipple another time.

This was the first time you realized he had yet to kiss you. That was so personal. This was.. you weren't sure. But once more thoughts escaped you as he pushed you blindly forward. His hand in your head dug into yours and your hair.

Once your knees came into contact with the soft velvet of a chair, Klaus stopped. He let go of your hands and gestured for you to drop them. He left you momentarily before returning to your side. His hands brought leather around your neck to the front and pulled a bit to tighten it but not the way he can handle. Cold metal against your spine.

“It's a collar and restraints. I get to control just how much of my cock you take in and you won't be able to stop me or help yourself. Next time you'll choke on the gossip like you will me.”

Klaus’s voice was low in your ear. His lips were inches from your skin. Goatee and mustache brushed against your neck as he locked your hands into the cuffs attached to the chain. He knew how that drove you fucking mad and blazed a trail with his chin and lips across your collarbone and shoulder without actually kissing you. Your arms straight down, hands near your ass.

You gasped out loud this time; an insufferable moan left your mouth. The collar tightened when the sound escaped your lips. Klaus laughed. His gin soaked breath filled your nostrils briefly before you were yanked to your knees. His hands twisted up in the back of your head once more and he held it tight while he freed himself from the pants.

Klaus sat down in the chair with his legs spread enough to maneuver you between them. You knew he used his spare hand to hold his stiff cock in place as he tugged your head forward towards it. The tip lost in your cleavage.

“I have to give you credit. Letting me tit fuck you was such a thrill. It's so tight in here, reminds me of your cunt. Then you can swallow my dick until I cum,” there was a shrug to his tone now.

Still he began to thrust his erection back and for in your tits. Klaus’s hips lifted off the chair to connect with your chest. He anchored himself with you and kept going. You could feel the head of his cock hit your neck, slick with his own fluid. He started to growl under his breath the faster he bucked and squirmed. Your sex reacting without thought with a notable swell.

“The tits are so fuckable,” he writhed. Looks like The Prophet had a new favorite type of foreplay.

Suddenly Klaus switched on you. “Open your mouth,” he commanded as your head was wrenched forward.

You complied, and Klaus shoved his cock so deep in your mouth it hit the back of your throat. You gagged momentarily and he cried out in ecstasy. You let your throat do it again.

“Keep doing that,” he pushed you onto him even further if that was possible.

Then Klaus pushed you up and back. His hands forced your mouth to do what it could on its own. You bobbed up and down on the shaft, wrapping your tongue around it on the process. His grip slackened so he could caress you instead.

“Like that. Now lick it and just the head.”

Again you kept repeating the instructions. Your jaw hurt and muscles began to ache, but you knew The Prophet’s cues by now. One more deep-throated constriction and..

Klaus exploded in your mouth. The salty liquid hit you and you swallowed only some. The rest you held knowing what would happen if you spit it out. So the moment he let you sit back, you assumed so he could adjust himself for another round, you turned your head and spit.

“Did you just fucking spit when I told you I was going to make you swallow my cum?” his question bordered on furious. A finger hooked through a loop in the collar and he heaved you up off the floor so you stood. Your body marveled at his strength. Your sex reacted accordingly.

“Just when I thought she knew how to behave, the little chicken showed her true self. Get on the chair and bend over my lap. Ass up, face down on the arm.”

Cautious to hide your eagerness, you did your best with your hands chained. Still you managed and bent over Klaus. The velvet soft under your knees and face resting into it. Your sex pressed against his cock as it stiffened a second time.

There was a brief moment of self confidence that you managed to hide the blindness made you nervous. You had a general idea most of this evening where Klaus was positioned or coming from, but it was that uncertainty that slicked you with wetness. The anticipation of his next move. The ultimate trust in someone who literally fell out of the sky.

Now that move was Klaus leaning over then a sensation of smooth wood on your bare ass. The other hand tangled itself up in the chain along your back. Tightened just a bit so the collar did the same. Another gasp for air and Klaus’s erection poked into you, strained against your pubic hair.

“You broke the rules by spitting,” the paddle came down on your ass several times. “You broke the rules by laughing at me earlier,” words punctuated by the delicious sting at every other word. “And you broke,” this time he took the edge of the paddle and swiped it between your legs. Delved between your folds to hit your clit just right. It wasn't rough, but it was enough so you understood.

“MY TRUST!” now Klaus bellowed. A hard paddle to your ass and the back of your thighs. Had no longer choked the chain. Instead he pinched your nipples alternately as he punished you.

Klaus brought the paddle down harder still several more times. The force of it pushed you down onto his cock. He thrust a bit up at the motion so your hips came together and apart. It was doing something to you besides making your legs go weak. You ached and throbbed in your cunt, longed to be penetrated. It wouldn't come for now.

“I'll give you a chance to apologize,” now Klaus let go of your tits and pulled you by the chain so your back curved. Your face off the arm of the chair. “Turn in my direction when I'm talking!” Paddle collided with your tender skin.

You moved best you could towards Klaus’s chest, “I'm sorry Prophet.”

“For?” Paddle gone, he gripped a handful of your ass and dug in.

Sharp intake of surprise breath. You rolled into his cock. “Gossiping, Prophet.”

“I can't hear you,” open-handed slap. “Red is definitely your color.”

“FOR GOSSIPING, PROPHET!” you cried out loudly.

“Fine,” indifference in his voice, but his cock said otherwise. “My arm is tired. I want you to fuck my thigh.”

You stumbled and nearly fell as you got off the chair. Your legs waived with chemicals from the paddle and prior orgasm. Now you managed towards Klaus’s lap, straddled his leg and sat astride. You situated your cunt on his thigh and started to ride him in earnest.

You found it difficult to balance as you undulated yourself back and forth. Balance off slightly until Klaus held you steady. Helped you rock powerfully into him. The friction and heat from his body drove you insane as you rode with abandon. You were already swollen as you ground as hard and fast as you could. Klaus’s hands, spread out over your back. His fingers ensnared by the chain.

“That cunt of yours is so fucking wet, like you're sliding on ice. Careful your clit doesn't burst just yet,” he teased.

Then without warning an incredible hard crack to the ass and it was too late. You shuddered violently and screamed out as you rolled yourself through the orgasm. Breasts heaved as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I'd be disappointed,” Klaus’s mouth close to your neck and collarbone once more. Facial hair just touched the surface of your skin as he held you down. “But wait until I tell the other Children how she loves being disciplined.”

Then you were on your feet so Klaus could probe you. He played with your clit to elicit another orgasm. That sting of a hand to your skin forced another explosion.

You collapsed into his chest but instead of catching you, he simply started to undo the cuffs and chain. He turned it around expertly and wrapped your hands up around front. Handcuffs locked, forearms together which he tied together and hooked into the collar. Your arms tight to your chest.

“Now get up. You're gonna get fucked.”

Then Klaus did something that both shocked you and turned you on. Where the strength came from you still don't know, but everything about him was otherworldly. The rush of him lifting you off the floor to throw you over his shoulder was powerful. The quick sting of exquisite torture that you just weren't sick of yet followed by that infectious laugh signaled his demeanor changed entirely.

“I can't believe you've fucking kept up,” he tossed you on the bed.

He rolled you face down, cuffs undone and arms forward so he could lock them to a headboard. “There's no one else who could. They can barely manage orgies. Ought to give my sex swing a go next time” Klaus mumbled and climbed up behind you, your hips and ass lifted skyward.

The head of his cock teased the crack of your ass, which he spanked as a reminder. Klaus tested your trust by slipping just a bit inside that space where no one was ever allowed. You cried out but not in pleasure as he tried.

You never thought it would happen, but you just weren't ready. “Um.. Spice Girls?” It was a question muffled by a pillow.

Klaus stopped, “Excuse me?”

“SPICE GIRLS!”

“I thought as much. Can’t ever know till you try to fuck someone’s ass.”

Then wordlessly Klaus plowed into your ever-slick cunt. His hips hit your ass and filled you to the hilt. Over and over he pounded you with a furious speed. Periodically slapping you with such extreme force that the pillow encompassed your face.

“This hot, tight cunt fits my cock so well. Fucking snug and able to take all of me.”

Klaus grabbed your hair and bent your neck back as he kept at it. Welcomed pain deep inside from his cock practically inside your stomach, or so it felt. Suddenly he pulled out and came on your back and ass, warm and sticky all over your raw and bruising skin.

Later: the two of you with arms and legs tangled up together. You snuggled into Klaus’s chest, a sweetness as your mouths meshed. His hands soft as they ran over you after having applied a cooling lotion to your welts and funny enough, bent to kiss them tenderly.

“Next time, Prophet-”

“Klaus.”

“Right,” you smiled. “Next time it's my turn, and I THINK you're gonna get pegged.”

Klaus leapt out of the bed with almost childlike glee. “I'll show you how to wear it.”