#yes I know his shirt tips are opposite of where they should be

[lemonyfrog]

Started sketching one of my favorite older men 👀 haven’t added a background because I need sleep and it’s already past 1 am here lol, but I like it so far ^^

[darthannie]

day five: hate fuck with raymond leon

pairing: Raymond Leon x reader word count: 819 warnings: 18+ PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, rough sex, spanking, reader also wears a trench coat lmao, mention of age difference a/n: Raymond Leon hate me, please.

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Raymond disliked the fact that you were his superior. He had been a timekeeper for much longer than you have, and he found it ridiculous that someone younger was his superior officer. 

You called him into your office to discuss a new case that was being assigned to him. It always irked him to be around you. He always had a bored look on his face, but you assumed he was like that with everyone. That was until he came bursting at the seams during the meeting over a disagreement. It quickly turned personal. 

He got up in your face. “You are not fit to be my boss. I don’t think trash like you should have EVER been allowed to become a timekeeper.”

You slapped him across the face. “How dare you talk to me like that?”

He clenched his jaw, “Easily.”

“That’s enough, Raymond.” You adjusted the cuff of your coat. “You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you had a little crush on me. That’s why you’re being such an asshole. Can’t handle the fact you like your boss.”

That was worse than the slap in the face. Raymond resented the fact he found you attractive. It was something he couldn’t have. He stayed silent, careful not to out himself. It had the opposite effect. 

“I take your silence to mean. I’m right? I mean, really, I’m flattered.”

“Enough,” he took a moment to think and scanned your face, “I think we can come up with an arrangement.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious to hear what he had to say. 

“We get together once, get rid of any pent-up feelings, and never speak about it again.”

You thought it over. “Okay. Deal.” You reached your hand out for him to shake. He grabbed it and pulled your arm, dragging you forward. Your lips crashed into his, and you pulled away. 

“Not now.”

“Yes, now.” He kissed you again. You didn’t think Raymond would be the needy type but right now he kissed you like he had been wanting to for years. That softness didn’t last long because he was bending you over your desk soon after. 

He draped your coat over one side of your body and yanked down your pants, then he ripped your underwear off you. He pocketed the ripped fabric.

“Hey, you do not get to keep that.”

He spat venom, “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

He shoved his cock inside of you, not caring if you were wet enough. You gave him a side eye as you adjusted to his size, “Actually, I do. That’s exactly my job. You follow my orders.”

He fucked you harder, grabbing your neck and pulling you against him. A slap echoed in the office. He spanked you so hard that you turned red on his first try. He was angry. Angry at the fact you were still so cocky while you were speared on his cock. Angry that you finally got to him. 

You moaned as he hit the right spot over and over again. 

“You fuck like you’re trying to get me to submit to you.”

He was breathing hard, “I am trying.” He let go of your neck and you fell back down on the desk. 

“Try harder.” You grabbed onto the edge of the desk and he reached under your shirt, grabbed your breast, and fondled it. He pinched your nipple, and your back arched. His other hand was on your hip, anchoring himself at the place where your body hinged. 

You moaned his name as he lifted your leg, placing your knee on the desk. The new position allowed him to go deeper. You shrieked. Your panting and moaning was the fuel he needed to cum. He pulled out of you and brought you down on your knees.

“Open.” He slapped you lazily; he just wanted you to obey. You went a step further and put him in your mouth, sucking and licking around the tip. He moaned as he spilled into your mouth. He pulled out and a drop of cum fell from the side of your mouth. He wiped it with his thumb and shoved the digit in your mouth. 

You stood up as he put himself back in his pants. You pulled up your pants and returned to your desk chair. You sat down and watched him as he fixed his coat and ran a hand through his hair. 

He turned to leave but turned back around to try and have the final word, “Never again.”

When he reached the door you spoke up. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. I didn’t finish.”

His jaw clenched and he swallowed the lump in his throat. Filled with indignation, he walked out not bothering to look back at you. The last thing he wanted to do was see the smug look on your face. 

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[miniwheat77]

Reader self harms (Rudy, Alejandro and Keegan.)

!mentions of self harm, sad, don’t read if you’re sensitive to any kind of self harm!

Rudy:

Before you came along, Rudy’s life was boring. It was quiet. He spent all of his time alone aside from when he was with Alejandro on base and off of it. When you came along and joined the base, his whole life seemed to turn around. You and Rudy got close very quickly, to the point everyone thought you were dating already when you were still only friends. Alejandro teased Rudy constantly for his very apparent crush on you.

That led him to telling you how he felt about you, and now. You were actually together.

It’s been a few months and you and Rudy were inseparable. Everyone on base knew that Rudy absolutely adored you, and would do anything for you. And they knew that would reciprocate from you. You loved Rudy. It didn’t take long for you to know that.

There’s always peace before hardship. Always.

You weren’t thinking about it, slipping on a t-shirt before you went to sleep. Forgetting that this is usually the nights when Rudy would sneak in. You forgot, lying down. Tugging the little metal string to turn your lamp off and falling into a deep sleep. Forgetting where you are. Forgetting what world you’re in.

You’re brought back down to earth when you feel the bed dip next to you. Not realizing what’s going on until his hand is on your wrist, tracing your wounds. Your eyes snap open and you sit up quickly, tugging your hand away from him. “Rudy-“

He presses his finger to his own lips, telling you to hush. Let him speak.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

He laughs. Looking down. “It’s not me you should be apologizing to, mi amor.” He nods. “It’s your beautiful skin suffering.” Your eyes lower to look at the wounds he’s talking about. “I know it’s hard. Of course it is. But you need to find a new outlet. Because sweetheart. No puedo perderte.” He breathes. Grasping your hand and bringing it up to his lips. You can’t help as the tears sting your eyes. “Thank you Rudy.” You look down. “For what?” He asks. “For not.. treating me differently.”

He tips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “You think something like this could change the way I feel about you? Never, not in a million years. I’ve got you now. From now on, when you’re hopeless. You find me.” He forces your face closer to his, pressing his forehead to yours. “Me duele el corazón porque no ves lo que yo veo.”

Alejandro:

Alejandro takes in a deep breath. It’s in the morning and he’s tired. He was up late doing paperwork. A knock at his door is what pulls him away from his thoughts. “Come in.” He calls. They step inside. It’s another man on base. “Uh.. Colonel.” He breathes. Alejandro looks up at his distressed tone of voice. “Yes? What’s going on?” He asks. “I.. I passed by Y/N’s room. She hadn’t put on her button up shirt yet.” Alejandro’s eyes narrow. “She’s got.. cuts on her.” He breathes. “What?” Alejandro stands. “Like.. self inflicted wounds Colonel.” He looks down. “Okay. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, I’ll have a talk with her.” He nods. “Don’t mention this to anyone else, you hear me?” He’s stern. “Yes sir.” He nods.

Alejandro follows him out of his office and turns the opposite way, going to find you. He knocks at your door. “Come in!” You call. Alejandro steps inside and closes the door behind him. “Oh, Colonel.” You pause. “Y/N. Take your coat off please.” He crosses his arms. “What?” You stiffen. “Please? I need to see something.” You reach up. Nervously pulling the buttons apart. Until it’s hanging off your arms. Pulling it the rest of the way off. He can see what the other man saw. That there are lots of old scars there. He nods his head. “Are you doing okay?” He breathes. “What? Of course. This.. this was just when I was a stupid teenager.” He nods his head. “If you’re ever struggling.. just come to me alright? I don’t want you thinking about it.”

You laugh. “I’m not going to, I haven’t done it in forever. I just.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hid it. I should’ve told you up front.”

Alejandro steps forward. Raising your hand to his lips. “It’s okay.”

“If you ever need anything, I’m here. Alright? Tu piel es demasiado pura para esto.” He breathes. The way he’s acting, it’s different. More than how a colonel is supposed to deal with a soldier. He moves in closer, his close proximity causes your chest to tighten up, knowing what he’s doing. He lifts your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes bore into yours. “I didn’t know when the right time for this would be. But I suppose it’s now or never hmm?” He smiles. “I know sometimes you’ll feel hopeless but you’re not alone. Understand?” He leans in close. You nod your head. Lost in a trance because of him. His lips draw across yours. Brushing ever so slightly. It’s you who moves in closer. Pressing yours to his completely.

This would be the start of something wild.

Keegan:

“Shit!” Keegan yells out. He’s just watched you get thrown back, taking a bullet to the vest. He rushes over to you, killing the man that’s approaching you before moving down. He notices blood rushing from somewhere on you. “Shit- shit.” He breathes. “Y/N is hit!” He yells into the radio. You’re unconscious. He lifts you up, rushing through gunfire to get you as far away as possible. “Please stay with me, shit.” He grits his teeth. “In our way back now, got medivac for her.” He hears his captain call back. He sets you down when he’s far enough away, quickly moving to address your wound. He unzips your vest and removes your shirt, finding the bullet wound, seeing an exit wound on your back. It’s just barely missed your vest. The other hit directly on your vest. It’s what knocked you back.

He goes to remove your jacket but quickly notices something he knows he’s not supposed to.

He leaves it on, noticing the helicopter descending above him.

A few hours later, you’re just waking up on a cot in the infirmary. Keegan is waiting patiently for you. “Keegan?” He hears your voice. Your throat is hoarse. “Hey.” He smiles. “You got hit. I got you out though.” He breathes. “Jesus. Thank you.” You breathe, looking down. You swallow hard when you see the bandages around your wrists. “Yeah. I…” he breathes. “I saw them first. Knew there was nothing I could do to hide it.” He breathes. “They’re old.” You mumble, tugging the bandages off. “I think they just covered them so that… it gave you some privacy.” He nods. “Hey.” He tilts your head up to look up at him, moving himself closer on the bed you’re laying on. “I don’t know what happened, it’s not place to judge you. But… I hope you’re past it now.” He sighs. “Yeah, I am. It’s been a while.” He nods his head. “I’m glad, I’d hate to see you hurt yourself like this when you’re so perfect to begin with.” He hears you snort. “I’m far from perfect.”

“That’s bullshit, you took a bullet and haven’t even complained.” He laughs. You smile up at him. “What can I say. I’m just too good.” You give him a lazy smile and he laughs. “Scared the shit out of everyone. That’s for sure.” He laughs. “Ah, I didn’t mean to.”

“I think seeing your scars scared them even more.”

You look down. “I try my best to hide them.”

“You’ve got a whole team on your side Y/N. We’ve all got your back now. I hope if you ever feel this way again, you’ll reach out to one of us. This is probably the closest thing I’ve ever had to a family.” He breathes, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your scars.

“Yeah… me too Keegan. Me too.”

[snowblossomreads]

After Hours

Summary: In where [Y/n] gets pulled into a late night romp in the office with her partner in crime.

Pairing: David Friedman x FemReader

Tags(s)/Warnings: Office Sex, Daddy Kink, Pet Names, Spanking, Implied Age Gap, Teasing, Penetrative Sex, Are those dom/sub vibes I see?, yes, mention of voyeurism, also both characters are detectives so if bothers you

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: LOLOL I'M HERE AGAIN SURPRISE! I am on a roll right now as you can see and I hope it continues to go that way (she's very horny for this one old man as you see) Also don't fuck in the evidence room in the police department I'm pretty sure it's illegal.

Shout-out to @smilingformoney for enabling me and giving me horny ideas to write for this old man while also writing horny fics for this man😌😌. Iysm this is for you and I hope you enjoy a lil southern Alan💖💖💖.

MDNI!

"D-Dave what are you doing," [Y/n] hissed under her breath as she found herself being dragged into the evidence room of the station and pushed against one of the many shelves that littered the room with items on them.

She had only come down to check on the man who was now currently kissing her neck hungrily because he hadn't come back after half an hour. And being alone in the precinct in the middle of the night was actually quite creepy even if it was probably one of the safer places in the city.

"Dave! Oh, Jesus fuck slow down," she groaned trying to pry the man off of her as he switched from kissing to sucking at the tender flesh of her neck that had her knees going weak. His hands ran up and down her sides, squeezing at them causing her to giggle even as she tried to push him off. "Oh my god you're gonna get us fired!"

Whether it was the threat of being fired or her trying to push him off that made him stop, it didn't stop the sly grin on his face as he pulled away.

"What? Not likin' me jumpin' your bones in the office while no one's watchin?" He teased, a smirk on his lips as he placed a quick peck on [Y/n]'s. One she happily accepted signaling that she wasn't against what they were doing.

"Now I didn't say nothing about not likin' it detective," her answer coy and a bit breathless as she thumbed the lapel of his dress shirt, "I just think we should you know, make sure the door's locked before someone finds you balls deep in me."

The loud chuckle that rumbled through his chest could be felt by her with how close they were pressed together, and she couldn't help shivering at the feeling. God damn this old man for being as hot as he was, and having such a stupid sexy deep voice.  And damn her for loving him so much that she lowkey would risk getting fired for him.

Never in her life did she think she would end up getting bent over in the police station but here she was about to absolutely let the man in front of her do that. Once he locked the door though.  

"What not a fan of an audience?" He asked releasing her from his grip and taking a few steps back to lock the door as she suggested.

"Oh me? I'm perfectly fine with one, it's you that I'd be worried about."

With a raise of an eyebrow, David was slinking back towards [Y/n]  her eyes narrowed playfully as he caged her against the shelf by putting both hands on the opposite side of her head. His breath tickled her face and the smell of coffee was evident as he leaned down near her ear.

"Really and why's that doll?" He drawled nuzzling the side of her face, causing her ear to tickle again at how gruff his voice was.

"Mmm oh come on Dave you know why," she sighed breathlessly, feeling the tip of his nose glide down her neck, goosebumps growing in its wake before he was nibbling at her neck again.

She was no doubt going to have bruises the next day and she hoped she had enough concealer for it as she didn't need more questions about her love life.

"Naw I sure don't, tell me why doll," he muttered, his hands slipping from near her head to find themselves squeezing at her sides again before one of them began to dive underneath the pencil skirt that [Y/n] had decided to wear today on account of it being paperwork day.

"Ah fuck Dave!" The feeling of his thick fingers moving her underwear to the side and rubbing her dampening slit had her hands reaching out to grab his shoulder.

Her head fell back against the shelf with a soft 'thud' as he began to drag his digits up down her opening collecting her wetness with each swipe. He took his time when he reached her clit that was still hidden beneath her folds.

Fingers brushing against the skin gently before rubbing circles against the flesh to try and coax the little bud out. All while [Y/n] huffed and whined at his touches, her hips jerking towards his hand with each stroke.

"Right there Dave," she sighed softly as his fingers kept stroking her and his lips continued to leave a trail of wet kisses down her throat.

Chills of excitement ran up her spine, spreading all over her as he kept touching and riling her up the way she knew he could.

"Mm right there Dave, please keep going boo~."

Yet at her words, he did the complete opposite. And she didn't know if she wanted to yell at him or burst out laughing because even in the delicious haze her brain was in she already knew what she had slipped up on.

Pulling away from her neck, but keeping his fingers against her David was looking at her with a raised eyebrow and hazel eyes that had a spark of annoyance in them.

"Now what did I say about callin' me that?"

She was right. She was fucking right and she wanted to laugh so much, though she wasn't sure if it was a good idea considering he literally had her in his hands. But she loved teasing him and she wasn't about to pass up the chance.

"Callin' you what?" She teased mischievously, her eyes narrowing and issuing a challenge as she bit her bottom lip to give him a smoldering look in hopes he would ignore the slip-up or at least make it worth her wild.

"Don't go playin' dumb with me now [Y/n]," he hissed trailing his fingers down from her clit to her opening and pushing the thick digits inside her with no warning.

A shriek of surprise left [Y/n]'s lips at the sudden intrusion but it quickly morphed into an elongated moan as he began to curl the digits inside her, stroking the tight walls that slowly began to loosen at his touches.

"Mmm I'm not Dave, I promise," she whined, letting a high-pitched gasp out at the feeling of his fingers thrusting shallowly inside of her as they went in search of something he fully knew the location of. "I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry didn't mean to darlin'."

The change in tone, and in terms of endearment had him smirking as he pressed his fingers deeper in her causing her to squeal and shudder at his movements. Her arms flew up and around his shoulder, as she pressed her front to him hugging him and moaning in his ear as he continued to open her up.

"Oh, so now you remember what I told you when I got my fingers inside you huh?" He hummed punctuating the question with another harsh thrust that had [Y/n] squealing and shaking in his hold as he increased his pace causing her to squirm. "All it takes is makin' your pussy feel good and you change that tune quick right doll?"

"Y-yes, yes," she stuttered out, rocking her hips at his touch trying to guide him to that spot inside her.

"Yes what?" He purred while the hand that was resting at her side slid to her backside. His fingers squeezing and massaging the flesh underneath her skirt before he was raising his hand and swatting her behind causing her to yelp out a startled,

"Dave!"

"Wrong answer doll." And then came another swat that had her shuddering and her insides clenching at the fingers that were still taking their time and toying with her.

Oh. So he was in that kind of mood.

Leaning her head up, she couldn't help but shudder at how his pupils were dilated. Hazel eyes were almost completely covered by his dark pupils and a hungry grim was on his features while he waited for her answer.

Oh, they were so going to get fired if someone showed up wondering where they were and found them like this. Unfortunately, though it was a risk she was willing to take as one of her hands fell from his shoulders to lay on top of his hand that was squeezing her ass. Stroking the top of his hand, she proceeded to put pressure on it causing him to squeeze her harder making her moan.

"Yes daddy," she groaned, kissing his lips softly as he slipped his fingers out of her, giving her clit one last stroke before removing his hand fully from under her skirt.

"That's what I was lookin' for, now turn yourself around. And bend over," he commanded but not before kissing her on the forehead, "gotta teach you a lesson and hopefully it'll stick this time."

She knew there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise and that she would be wasting her breath but she couldn't help but let out an upset groan as she did as he told her.

"I'm sorry," she whined once more, as she turned around to face the side of the shelf. Bending at the waist and outstretching her hands in front of her, placing them on the frame of the shelf while spreading her legs a little.

A strong pang of arousal shot through her stomach when she really thought about what was about to happen. Getting spanked and railed in the middle of the night at her job should not have been turning her on as much as it was but she couldn't deny it as she felt her skirt being rolled up and her damp underwear being pulled to the side causing her to shiver as the cool air of the room met her wet opening that was on display.

A hum of appreciation left David's lips as he caressed the globe of [Y/n]'s ass. The tips of his fingers danced over the warm flesh as they made their way toward her glistening opening. Swiping two of his fingers through her folds, he couldn't help but chuckle at the way she keened and rocked her hips back toward him.

"You'll get some more of that in a minute but we got some countin' to do. Think ten of 'em will get what I told you in your head?"

It was his way of asking her if she was alright with all of this as he went back to stroke her skin. Such a gentleman he was, [Y/n] mused as she looked behind her and caught his gaze.

"Mhm, yes sir," she purred, wiggling her hips and causing him to chuckle as he took his hand off of her for just a second.

"Alright then let's get to countin'."

No sooner had he said that the sound of a harsh 'thwack' of his hand landing on her skin echoed around the room and it was mixed in with a choked,

"One!"

Another smack.

"Two!"

And another just as hard as the two before.

"Three!"

Each number was squeaked out in a higher pitch than the next one as his hand landed on her ass three more times in rapid succession. And each spank had her insides clenching and unclenching from the punishment she was receiving as she swayed her hips from side to side as if she was trying to tempt the man behind her.

"Daddy please I'm sorry, I won't call you that again," [Y/n] mewled, her behind already stinging from the force. As much as she did like a bit of pain with her pleasure, the feeling of arousal in her stomach was bubbling up quicker than normal and she wasn't sure if she could contain herself if it went on much longer.

David seemed to have sensed that yet kept his tone leveled even as he stroked her ass rubbing his thumb against the already sore flesh.

"Now you know I don't wanna hear none of that [Y/n]," he said, "how many we got left now?"

"Four...sir," she whimpered quietly, eyes fluttering close and fingers balling into a fist against the shelf as she felt him dip his fingers just past the opening of her before pulling out. Teasing her insides with what could be inside her rather than what they were doing right now.

Though as if he could read her mind, because he surely knew how to read her body, he made an amused hum as he wiped her wetness off on his slacks.  Good thing they were dark in color.

"Well then I say we hurry up then because from the looks and sound of it you're 'bout ready to combust, aren't you?" He purred lowly placing his hand back on her bottom and squeezing gently causing her legs to feel as if they were about to just give out beneath her.

God damn him and his stupid talented fingers. And her stupid pussy that was absolutely soaked and wanting him to just fuck her.

"Yes sir please 'm not gonna last long." She mewled, leaning her forehead against the cool shelf side and sighing at the contact against her warm face.

"Alright then four more."

If she thought the last four strikes were going to be pleasant just because he seemed to take notice of her need. She (and her butt) were sorely mistaken as the last ones seemed to be even worse. Maybe it was because of the quick break in between but when she finally sobbed out a broken,

"10!"

She had to wonder if she was going to be upright by the end of this as she was sure her legs were actually about to give out this time. Not to mention the way her arousal was dripping down her thighs making the skin sticky and damp as she trembled with a desire that was literally leaking from her.

"I think we've learned our lesson right [Y/n]?" David teased his hand still on the globe of her ass rubbing the skin as if trying to soothe the burn and residual sting licking at it.

"Y-yes," [Y/n] sniffled pitifully, whimpering at his touch to her sensitive flesh.

"Ah yes what doll, don't make me have to give you another 10."

"Yes, I've learned my lesson daddy please," she begged needily, tears that she had tried to keep at bay during her punishment threatening to spill from the arousal burning in her stomach, "please I need you, please just fuck me I won't call you that again."

A little hum rumbled through his throat as [Y/n] turned to look at him, and as if the tears in her eyes were enough, he let out a sigh before saying,

"Alright alright, needy lil' thing you aren’t you. Don't start cryin' on me sweetheart," he said giving her lower back a gentle pat, "since you did so well how 'bout I let you choose what you get?"

Oh thank god.

As much as she would love for him to keep the foreplay up she wasn't sure how long she was going to last on his fingers, or tongue for that matter. And if she was going to come she wanted it to be on his cock especially if it was going to be at work.

"Mmm want your cock, just want you inside me please." She answered with no hesitation anywhere in her tone as she turned back around to face the shelf, a sudden burst of energy flooding her veins as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and him unzipping his pants. "Just fuck me please I'm already so close."

"Huh just from a little spankin' doll?" He teased palming at his erection that had been straining in his boxers with one hand as the other one had its fingers brushing and rubbing [Y/n] wetness all over her slick opening making her shudder and moan. "So fuckin' messy back here, all this for me ain't it?" He purred, removing his fingers from her before rubbing her wetness over his cock. Getting himself nice and slicked with both of their arousals and groaning as he fisted himself prepping himself for her.

"Always for you daddy, only want you inside me," she groaned hotly, listening to the slick sounds behind her as she not only proved her want with words but by also taking her fingers and spreading herself open for him.

The sticky sound of her opening herself for him had both of them moaning as David took this as his cue to tap the tip of him at her entrance before slotting the thick head inside her causing both of them to shudder with matching languid low groans.

Taking one more deep breath, he grabbed at [Y/n]'s hip before sinking inside her with one fluid thrust. His cock easily breaching her walls as he slid in with barely any resistance causing [Y/n] to let out a mixture of a choked sob and a broken moan as he easily bottomed out on him. Her cunt fluttered and her body shuddered as it quickly adjusted to having him inside her.

And it didn't take him any time to begin rocking his hips, moving at a steady pace as he began to rut into her. Low pants and groans filled the air along with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh as David held tightly onto her waist as he began to thrust.

"Oh fuck daddy yes fuck me fuck me please! Just like that," she begged breathlessly as her insides sucked at him each time he slid back inside of her trying to draw him deeper into her.

Each of his thrusts were met with her whining and him groaning noisily as she squeezed him with everything she had. Her channel rippled and leaked more of her juices as she felt her body trying to give out with each push of his hips against her. All while David was growling out the filthiest things she had heard from him outside of their bedroom.

"Got the hungriest cunt I've ever fucked you know that doll," he panted out gripping her hips roughly and pounding into her with such force that she could barely keep up with each thrust. Each one caused her to slide a bit down before she tried to scramble back into an upright position against the shelf. "Can just hear how fuckin' wet you are, doll. Bet if the whole office were here, they hear loud and clear how good you're getting fucked ain't that right?"

"Oh god yes oh fuck!" She almost yelled out partially forgetting where they were and more interested in the pleasure that was building hotter and hotter in her veins,"you fuck me so good daddy please it's so good!"

"Best this little cunt has ever had isn't it," he growled increasing his pace the sound of their fucking echoing around the room as the shelf  [Y/n] was holding onto shook at the motions. Some of the items knocked into each other and she could have sworn she heard something fall but that was none of her concern at the moment.  

"Mhmm I feel you squeezin' me darlin' think your about to come real soon aint' you."

"Uh-huh please, please can I come, I'm so close," her words came out as a strangled beg as she felt her body about to slide entirely down to the ground. And while she wasn't against getting fucked on her hands and knees, she wasn't particularly interested in doing it on this floor.

She still had standards.

"Please daddy please I c-can't can't hold it anymore," she wailed as her words seemingly spurred him on to fuck her harder causing her to reach a hand back to try and grab his wrist lest she fall.

David in turn took that as permission to grab her hand, yanking her towards him in an upright position and lifting one of her legs by wrapping a hand under her bent knee and bringing it to his side while his other grabbed her waist to keep her from falling over.

A clipped surprise screeched left [Y/n]'s lip at the position that caused him to slide deeper in her as she threw the arm closest to him behind his neck. Her body now angled towards him enough that they could both see each other as they raced towards their peaks.

"Gonna come on my cock aren't you doll," he growled, thrusting in shallowly before pressing and holding himself deep inside of her. "Make a mess all over us for anyone to see if they show up? I bet you like that lettin' everyone know I've been the one fuckin' you all this time."

His words made her shudder as he ground his hips against hers, causing her eyes to flutter shut just as he made her insides flutter with excitement. He had her trembling and making incoherent high-pitched whines that had his cock hardening even more as it began to throb ready to spill itself inside her.

"D-Dave please, I can't," she sobbed as he leaned down to kiss her neck before picking up his pace again, her mouth falling open as she begged him, "please let me come I'm gonna come daddy please."

A smirk crossed his thin lips as he kissed her on her cheek before nodding, his hand tightening around her waist as he began to slowly move his hips again.

"Go on then, wanna watch you rub that pretty little clit of yours while you come on my cock," he drawled huskily watching as she immediately lit up, her free hand dropping down to her front and playing with herself. “And you better scream my name when you come, you hear me?"

She nodded furiously, fingers gripping onto him while her other hand began to rub tight circles around her clit that was throbbing and pulsing with each pass of her digits. Her breathing became erratic and her insides began to seize up with each flick and stroke at her swollen bead. It was like her heart was about to beat out of her chest as she felt her pussy bare down on David causing him to hiss and thrust inside her at a quicker pace.

"Daddy, daddy oh fuck," she panted out her body writhing in his arms as his sensual groans and moans near her ear had her shaking. Her strokes increased in pace and so did his thrust as they pushed themself closer and closer to the finish line with each movement.

The sound of his cock fucking her grew wetter and wetter, increasing in volume as her pussy grew tighter and tighter until,

"Dave!"

His name tumbled from her lips in a watery cry as she felt her stomach tremble and her insides convulse around his cock. The feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him over and over had him growling and cursing loudly as she began to milk him of everything he could give her. His seed came out in hot spurts as her insides drank it all while thanking him with more gentle throbs around him as he emptied himself into her.

It took a moment for them to gather their bearings as they stood there panting and staring at each other with blissed out expressions. [Y/n] moved first going to kiss the man, while running her fingers through his messy hair while he stroked her waist tenderly.

They were both a complete mess as David began to drag himself out of her, a hiss of discomfort leaving [Y/n] due to how sore she felt along with how her underwear went back into place causing all his seed to begin to pool in the ruined piece of fabric when he put her leg down.

A shower was most definitely needed after this.

But there was also something else on her mind as she tried to straighten her outfit to make it look like she hadn't just been fucked six ways to Sunday. Hard thing to do considering she was about to walk limp from this no doubt.

"You know I told you so," she said, turning to look at David who was just finishing redoing his belt, and looking a bit more disheveled than he usually did.

"Told me what?"

"When I said I was worried 'bout you and an audience I told you you would hate it," she grinned up at him as she helped straighten his tie and shirt.

There was a twitch of his lips as he frowned at her, yet amusement glinted in his eyes at her little statement.

"Aw now don't you start with me again about that," he grunted, taking her hand that was messing with his shirt in his own and kissing it.

A giggle left her lips at his action right before he was leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, his five o'clock shadow tickling her and making her giggle even more.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she teased sweetly, laughing as his lips moved over towards hers, nipping it lovingly and causing her to grin.

"Of course you are doll,” he sighed exasperatedly as he watched her eyes shine with mirth. “Now let's get outta here before someone comes lookin. If I 'member correctly I'm pretty sure Matty suppose to be coming in later for somethin'."

The change of demeanor from [Y/n] was frighteningly quick as she pushed herself away from him as if he had burned her, a deep scowl on her face.

"David Friedman have you lost your goddamn mind!" She hissed, bolting to the door, pressing her ear to the cold metal of it and listening to see if she could hear footsteps, "if that man finds us- you know he still has it out for you because of last time Dave!"

"Well that's why I'm tellin’ you now doll, best get a move on," he chuckled watching her open the door carefully and looking around the corner before she turned to look at him. Her eyes still narrowed as she glared at him.

"Also I better be getting late dinner after this David, can't believe I let you- oh lord I can't even," she huffed not even finishing her thought as she opened the door fully and scurried out of it since the coast was clear.

Following behind her he couldn't help but let out a loud guffaw as he watched her grab her purse from underneath her desk before hurrying past him, off to the bathroom to clean herself.

“Late night dinner doll, that’s fine with me,” he teased as she went past him causing her to turn around and stick her tongue out at him before continuing on her way.

Sigh, he was going to be the death of her one day. 

A/N: So glad these horny ones did not get caught. Though I'm sure their coworker will find the evidence room trashed and be like you what the fuck. Anyways I hope all like it, please shout at me about what you think!

See you guys!! 😘😘

[udretlnea]

A Slice of that Kingdom Life

@kingdomofdelulus

1/2/3 (here) /4

Words: 1.6k

The gorgeously built and beautiful town square was filled with citizens; people from all over who were invited to visit or just regular citizens walked around with vigor. In front of an arts and crafts store, a street performer was playing on a saxophone for tips. The doors opened and a blonde man and kid walked out carrying full bags in each hand. So far it was a nice day. The sun was out and the temperature was fair.

The man sighed. “Did you buy everything you needed Prince? I’d hate to return there again on the off chance you suddenly remember one last thing just when we get back home.”

The child beside him shook his head. “Uh-uh. I got all the decorations I need here.” 

He shows off the bags in his hands like some show-and-tell project. Kaveh nods. “That’s good. By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch? It’s nearing midday and the breakfast was light. Are you craving anything in particular?”

Without missing a beat, Prince opens his mouth. “Curry!”

Kaveh couldn’t help the small smile that formed. “Alright. Curry it is. I think we should still have some ingredients left…”

“And if we don’t, I can always just use this!” Prince reached behind his back and pulled out a fairly long green colored staff. Inserted into the slot at its top was an orange block with flashing lights. “Noraa’s magic staff is always a godsend. Wachaa!”

Kaveh watched Prince wave it around like a stick. Some bystanders catch on and smile; a few of them hide their laughs behind their hands. Kaveh rolls his shoulders and walks a little faster. Prince notices this and does the same. It’s a nice sight to behold. For anyone that didn’t know, they’d just see a man and his son spending time together; the idea crosses Kaveh’s mind and he feels his ears turn hot. At least Alhaitham isn’t here to see me like this.

When they get back to the tower, the sun is just past its zenith. Kaveh takes a moment to drop the bags, reach for the key in his back pocket, and unlocks the door. Immediately, Prince rushes in with enough excitement that it’s palpable. The blonde architect deposits the bags on the living room table then heads to the kitchen. He finds a metallic looking briefcase lying face-up on the counter.

Kaveh opens his mouth with a request spilling out. “Mehrak, could you grab the cookbook from the top shelf?”

The briefcase-actually a droid-boots up soundlessly and sounds out several beeps. Then it floats away and up to the shelf where it uses a tractor beam to get the book. Kaveh wasn’t idle while this was happening; he grabbed an apron and tied it around himself. He began taking out general cooking equipment he’d expected for curry. Kaveh was not a great chef, but he knew his way around a kitchen at least.

Soon, the house is filled with the scent of spices as Kaveh makes a delicious looking bowl of Curry Shrimp. He sets it down in the middle of the dining table just as Prince enters; the kid is wearing more casual clothing like brown overalls and a yellow-t shirt. He doesn’t say a word as he walks past Kaveh. Several seconds later he comes back with two sets of plates and utensils. Prince puts them on opposite sides; he goes back in and comes out with a bowl of steaming rice.

Kaveh notices this out of the corner of his eye. I wonder who taught him how to be self-sufficient. Probably Noraa. I’ll ask him about it once he’s back from…what did he call it again? Festival something?

Prince’s cries for attention snap him out of it. Kaveh decides to save it for later. Right now it is chow time. Mehrak flies back to the counter and goes into standby mode. As both dig in with a healthy appetite, Prince actually moans in pleasure.

“‘Dish ish really good!” he says with a full mouth. Small chunks of rice and shrimp fly out. Kaveh cringes in disgust, promptly wiping them up with a napkin. 

“Prince, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Kaveh says with a tone. 

“Yes mom…” Prince says almost cheekily.

Kaveh makes a noise of uncomfortableness. “Don-don’t call me that!”

The kid merely chuckles, but Kaveh doesn’t say anything else. Lunch is soon over and Kaveh is busy washing dishes. Prince wipes the table and sweeps the floor methodically. 

Before long, they’re in the living room wiling away with Kaveh reading a random book he picked up. Prince had dumped the contents of the bags and organized them in piles; Kaveh’s eyes picked this up and he couldn't help but stare. The kid wastes no time in his task. He starts drawing shapes on sheets of colored paper, then cuts them out with scissors; next he pokes eye holes into them (he’s making masks Kaveh realizes) and draws on miscellaneous shapes.

In ten minutes he’s exhausted half of the art supplies and created two dozen stacks. 

Internally, Kaveh is slightly impressed. Prince’s efficiency is something to behold especially since he remembers the kid’s supposed to be ten.

Prince silently makes a third stack. He reaches for several bundles of yarn to tear them free from their packaging. Then he takes one end in one hand and a mask in the other to insert a string into the eyeholes. Prince does this for the rest of the first pile before moving onto the next. This time he uses a different colored string.

By the time Prince is done he’s made three banners of masks. After he lays them on the table, he disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a small box of milk. He took a long sip from the cardboard straw. For some reason, Kaveh is reminded of when he’d go the Lambad’s Tavern for a drink or two after working hard for so long.

Kaveh chooses the moment Prince sits beside him to open his mouth. “Hey Prince, if you don’t mind me asking what are those for?”

The kid looks over to him with a neutral expression. “‘S for a tradition back home. Ya wanna hear it?”

“Sure,” he replies easily. Prince is startled judging by how his eyes widen; he hadn’t expected Kaveh to say yes, but he quickly recovers. 

“Uh-okay. Well, since you asked, brace yourself because I’m gonna info dump on ya,” says Prince as he sits up. Kaveh puts the book to the side. “Okay general disclaimer: I was only half-listening to Noraa when he was telling it to me so I don’t remember it perfectly. I can at least give you enough to understand. Ready?”

Kaveh nods. Prince faces the architect with a serious expression that looks almost out of place for a child. “A long time ago, the first Creator opened a portal to the multiverse…”

Something inside Kaveh suddenly snaps to attention and he feels himself hyperfixate on Prince’s words. “...and made a long journey across the stars. He was a curious being and couldn’t be in all places at once, so he made a brilliant move and split himself in two. And then those halves split themselves, and those halves did it until there were enough. Finally, they aaalll went their separate ways, but only after promising to meet and catch up with each other.”

Prince pauses to take a sip from his milk box. “So, years pass. They all integrate themselves into different societies, experience different cultures, and some get into misadventures. It was great! And then the day to reunite arrived. For a week, everyone would prepare a celebration to commemorate this special day; over the course of it, new masks would arrive every day until everyone was accounted for. They’d gather around a food table filled with delicious and tasty dishes, say a couple things, and then dig in.”

Kaveh rested a cheek on his knuckles, slowly absorbing the info like water to a sponge. “Everyone would share stories, photos of wonderful sights, or maybe even a potential life-partner. Happy times. And then, there’d be games, competitions, sparring matches and…uh…um…” 

Prince scratches the back of his head. “I forgot the last one. It was too boring.”

Kaveh notices he’s flagging so he throws him a bone. “It’s alright, continue.”

“Right, uh, and then once everything’s said and done they’d leave again to continue traveling. The End.” Prince does some jazz hands. He looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “It all sounded so magical to me. Everyone is just coming together like a family to celebrate living. It sounds sappy, but I don’t care. I want my…my own happiness, and I think that the festival is just what I’m looking for.”

Kaveh points to the banner of masks on the table. “So…is that why you made those?”

Prince nods. “You don’t know this, but I’m not old enough to go yet. The adults made a stupid rule recently saying only sixteen years and older can attend. Which sucks because big bro was the one in charge of decorating this year…”

The blonde kid scowls. Kaveh can sense his disappointment, but at the same time realizes something. So Noraa wanted me to take care of Prince while he was away. “That’s rough. I’m sorry you can’t attend it kid. I imagine it looks as amazing as you told it to me.”

Prince just sighs tiredly. He gets off the couch and stretches. “Somehow I’m feeling sleepy. I’m gonna go take a nap.”

“Oh, sure,” says Kaveh. He goes with Prince, despite the latter’s protests, and tucks him in gently. The architect quietly closes the door. As he goes back, feels his head full from the info Prince told him so he doesn’t feel like reading. Instead, Kaveh sits on the couch, hands in his lap; he processes what he’s learned just now. 

His eyes fluttered for a few seconds. And then, sweet sleep. 

[sluttywonwoo]

something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

-

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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Sweet and Sour Chapter 4.

Summary: You're losing control today, hardly able to make it through your study session in desperate need for Draco; he feels the same.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin FemReader (TW 18+ teasing, name calling/bad language, sexual mentions)

Song: Complicated- Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike & David Guetta (R3hab Remix) (feat. Kiiara)

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"Yes, I am."

That comment was stuck in your head all day, and every time you looked at Draco, it would strike again.

In a state of constant arousal, you had been on the verge of coming all day; you felt the tight knot in your muscles incessantly and the pressure concentrating in your nerves when you sat down, along with the great temptation to grind your crotch into your chair. A few times you leaned forward and pressed your groin against the firm edge of your seat just to ease the tension, but you would dare going no fruther than that.

Without meaning to, you spent the entire day with Draco, engaged in light conversation that flowed right through lunch and into every class, during which you sat beside him.

Pansy and Blaise were utterly taken back by your congregation, watching as you two chittered to each other all through class like little mice, not sitting on either side of them like usual, but huddled close together between them. Nevertheless, it was an overdue surprise to them to finally have their best friend's get along without being laden with hesitant yearing - or so they thought.

Two o'clock gradually approached, and so had the time for you to part ways for your elective courses.

Together, you and Draco stand at the empty end of a narrow hallway that he has pulled you into, the other Slytherins having edged away with varying excuses.

Standing across from you, Draco hunches down to whisper near your ear, his silky locks brushing your cheek. "I cast the contraception charm on myself, but I suggest you do the same for more protection."

His concern, his ownership of responsibility stirs you up; none of your ex's so much as offered to use a condom.

"I should have asked you sooner, but you know the spell, right?"

Draco's gentle voice, a little too high pitched for a male; there is nothing like it. Not even the angelic strumming of a harp could compare. It's like a dagger dipped in amortentia that sinks beneath your skin, entering your heart.

"Of course," you whisper back, a bit breathless from being so close to him, enticed by encroaching privacy of the empty corner where you stand.

His lips are so close to yours that you catch a trace of his minty fresh breath; it embeds in your mind, convincing you to do the thing you had wanted to do since this morning, but had no time for.

Stretching up a bit so that you are standing on your tip toes, you carefully survey the corridor first to make sure no one is watching, then you pull Draco's tie, having him lean down and gently kiss his lips.

Draco's warm hand clamps down on your shoulder as he tilts his head, lashing his burning tongue through your parted lips immediately. Ecstasy ripples through you with each stoke of his tongue, every wet swipe you make over Draco's lips.

Grasping his collar, you bury your clammy fingers in the soft fabric of Draco's shirt, yanking him down to you harder, frenzily running your tongue over his teeth.

Drinking him, alone in this dark, forbidden hallway, it feels like nothing will ever come between you. Oh, you want more, badly. You need his thick cock, rammed inside you, pressing, kneading, spreading apart your insides-

"-Mhmh!" a shooting pain spirals through your walls, clamping down their muscles, nursing the ache to be filled. You moan onto Draco's ravenous lips, painting desperately into them; clouds fill your mind, starting to drown your sense.

But there is no time to do anything more. Divination is at the other end of the school and starts in a few minutes.

Slouching back against the wall behind him, Draco breaks the kiss. You do the same thing opposite him, crumbling into the cold wall; you had barely kissed, yet both of you pant, ragged.

Draco's shoulders are stiff, his chest rising and falling quickly; flushed and sweaty, his bangs tumble into his watery eyes. His face is screwed up in repression; genuine desire unerving him, mild agony simmers on his features.

You have to tear your eyes away from him, his disheveled state infecting your resolve to go to class - you can't afford detention on top of our your low grades.

A few disgruntled gasps echo softly to your side of the hall. "Y/n...I want you so bad. So fucking bad..." hisses Draco, moving his hands to his chest, gripping his long fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

Feeling his gaze scald you, your eyes burn into the floor, willing that heavenly fire in your loins to simmer down.

Retriving your breath is impossible when the one who took it groans softly, not even in attempt to tease you, but in his own longing for you which begins to slip through his grasp.

Longing to see the look on his face, your insides ache with curiosity. Hesitating while you regain your breath, when you feel strong enough, you peer up at him.

A chill trickles through your innermost being. He is ravished, looking desperatly at you for more, his lips parted and wet; you rip your eyes away and stare back into the floor.

"Y/n," his voice quivers...

Overestimating your strength at large, you know you cannot stand here any longer or else...he will have you, and so will months of detention for indecent exposure.

Slowly you will your legs to move; paralysis weighs them down, like walking in a dream. It feels wrong in every way to turn away from Draco; your heart rails against your chest to run back to him, but you fight it, tugging yourself a few paces away.

"...Dray, I have to g-"

Before you can move any farther, Draco's arm shoots out and grabs hold of your wrist, pulling you back to him; he clutches you to his chest, locking you beneath his warm arms. Your fingers curl into his shirt collar.

Catching a good look at his distressed face, you ingrain it into your mind as one of the most beautiful things you have ever seen.

He bends down for another kiss, but this time it is a gentle, quick peck. You both cannot handle to do more.

"Y/n," he breaths on your lips while letting you go.

Through burning cheeks a timid smile breaks across your face. "Tonight...Draco..." you whisper, but it echos louder than you estimate, ringing back at you your own petty voice, shirll with longing. You turn away while you still can, slipping silently down the corridor.

"Tonight...Y/n..." Draco's hush echo's after you as he walks away in the opposite direction.

* * *

After class, you bolt to your dorm and jump into a long hot shower, painstakingly scrubbing every cranny of your body clean twice in a row. Peering down between your legs as you soap yourself, you spot your swollen clit aching to be rubbed; but you don't so much as give yourself a flick aside from washing yourself.

Then you slip into your favorite black lace langerie, which you never had a chance to wear. On top of that, you pull on a clean uniform, hiking up your skirt a few inches higher and sliding on black knee high socks which you top off with combat boots.

Arranging your hair perfectly, you pop on some dangling silver star earrings that Luna had given you for Christmas; they sparkle magically without needing to catch the light.

You don't worry about shaving anymore since you came to Hogwarts, having a regular routine with the hair-removal spell. Lifting your wand off the counter, you point it to your stomach and recite the contraception charm, then tap your wand on each of your armpits enchanting your sweat to smell like sugar.

Feeling beautified, you stand before the mirror admiring your work; excitement bubbles up within you. Turning away, you back up against the bathroom wall, lifting your hands to your breasts and cupping them, squeezing them through your shirt to relieve some tension.

Breathing out shakily, you move one of your hands up to cuff your throat, massaging along the sides of your neck with your finger tips.

Turning your head aside, back to the mirror, you gaze longingly through your reflection; you haven't had sex since last summer, with a brief muggle boyfriend who didn't care about pleasing you; just the way Draco has taken such interest in you surpasses everything your ex had done. You know Draco will satisfy you. Just the kiss from last night aroused you more than every one of your sexual encounters had; the chemistry between you was unreal.

* * *

Arriving forty minutes early for good measure, you plan to spend the extra time getting your books aranged on the table, flipping through the pages to bookmark the ones that are especially difficult.

The library is more crowded than usual with extra clusters of students in different colored robes, yet the place is so large that there are still many secluded areas.

Draco had told you to meet him in the very back by the restricted section; usually occupied by couples and people who wanted more privacy.

Walking up flights of stairs with a little bounce in your step, you weave through countless rows of towering bookshelves. Rounding the last corner, you come to an abrupt halt, catching sight of Draco already there and looking ready for the Yule Ball.

Hopping back behind the nearest shelf, you peer out around at him.

He sits under the clerestory window illuminated by the low rays of the sun, shining down on his sleek black suit and platinum hair, which is perfectly parted and smoothed down. Leaning an elbow on the table, he rests his head on his palm, looking subdued yet villainous and unapproachable, but here he waits for you.

After crouching down and taking a few deep breaths, which don't slow your racing heart or quell your anticipation, you decide to just show up early, hoping that it was his nerves about you that caused him to already be there.

Adjusting your hair one last time, you straighten your shoulders and stride out toward him.

At the sound of your footsteps Draco looks up, gazing lushly from his hand.

"Couldn't wait, could you?" a lazy smirk spreads across his lips.

"Says the man here an hour early," you gawk, slinging your bag off of your shoulder and dumping it onto the table. "Why are you here so early?"

Draco raises a wry eyebrow. "Same to you. I'm here to grab these seats before the Hufflepuff girls do; they always hog them," he chides, a loathing grimace contorting his face.

"Oh, and here I thought it was because of me," you suggest, sliding into the chair next to him. "Dressed for the Yule Ball," you smirk.

A dull smile pulls at the corners of his mouth, nostrils flaring a bit. "I wouldn't come to this lousy place at all if it weren't for you."

You can't help a small smile from slipping out; the 'frenemies' dynamic between you has changed massively within the last few days; you can feel your ears burning under your hair.

"I came early to get everything ready for you," you say, ignoring your blush, "but I guess I was too late."

Draco stares at you with a hard, menacing look in his eyes. "That means that night will last longer," he remarks, a husky trace in his voice.

Eyes flickering to your star earrings, Draco lightly thumps it with his finger tip, making it chime softly in your ear.

His scent wafts past you with the movement, and you notice how cloying it is, tasting it stick to the back of your throat; he must have put on a 'little' too much cologne, but you find it cute; it's elevating to see his dedication by dressing up for you, proving his low remarks of you worthless.

He looks gorgeous, sitting so close to you that you could just reach out and grab him.

How rare it was to be alone with him - in fact you don't think you ever were before. It's too much; he's too enticing. There's no way you will be able to get through this session without touching him first, giving yourself a taste of him to sate you until the lesson is over.

"Draco..." you say in a hush, ashamed as though the pictures on the walls were watching.

"What?" he inquires softly, eyeing you closely, his golden bangs brushing across his forehead and into his long eyelashes.

He's a delicacy, a sovereign evil; darkness so enticing it bewitches your heart the longer you gaze.

"...Draco," you repeat with a little more desperation in your voice. Lifting your hand to his cheek, you sit forward, capturing his soft lips in your own; your stomach tenses the moment you touch him.

Slowly, his lips move against your own, lightly sucking them as gentle as a butterfly, faint and restrained, as if he is trying not to let too much of himself out, for fear of being unable to suppress it again; his white knuckles clench the edge of table.

But you are having a much harder time containing yourself; it's more difficult than ever tonight, feelings welling up to the brink of bursting upon just seeing his face, on catching the scent of his breath beside you.

Desperately stroking his tongue with your own, you are verging on animalistic as you lift your other hand to his face, holding his head in a firm grip so that he can't tear himself away.

Fueling your pussy with a constant wave of electric shocks, you have begun to drip into your panties which mush up against you. You've got to stop, this is too much; your stomach already tensing in anticipation of coming, your pussy pulsating, burning to be stretched and pounded. Any further, and you might not be able to wait.

A small gasp escapes your lips as you fail an attempt to pull away, drawn back to his lips by an invisible magnet for one last suckle on them; you savor them this time, knowing that it is all you will have for the next few hours.

Wrenching yourself away, yet still so close that your noses touch, you pant, feeling your breaths radiate back at you. "Dray..." you breathe shakily.

"Desperate for me, eh?" he murmers, steaming your lips. "...I want you...." he whispers so faintly that you just barely catch it.

If he didn't know before, there was no chance of taking it back now; you want him too.

Draco slowly unclenches his grip on the table's edge, squeezing his long fingers in the air to loosen his joints up. Licking his lips, swiping away the extra saliva, with a little tilt of his head he throws a cocky grin. "Can't wait a couple of hours? Regret saying I couldn't wait a few days now?"

There is no witty retort that comes to save you this time. Your mind is a blank slate, washed away by him.

He flicks his eyebrows, amused by having shut you up. "Regardless, I like seeing my girl so bothered," he remarks.

His girl? Maybe you were naive, but you could not tell if he was joking around or if he meant it. Embarrassed by your dim wit, you would not fathom asking him, so you cast him a dark glare instead that says: Okay, you win. Now stop gloating.

Giving a little snotty snort at your loss, he relents upon having his win recognized. Taking a lock of your hair between his fingers, he idly twirls it.

"What do you need help with?" he inquires, staring intently at you, his haughtiness replaced by composure.

Lazily, almost too ashamed to do it, but knowing you need to, you look into his eyes with silent thankful recognition for his maturity; he could have reamed you for coming to him for help, for being an 'idiot unworthy of Slytherin'.

"History, and Potions," you answer steadily; the things that are most foreign to you. Even though he is tutoring you, it's not like you are dumb; just inexperienced with wizardly knowledge, hence being raised in the muggle world.

"My expertice," he remarks cooly, stretching over the table, beginning to search through your bag for the most accurate books on the subjects.

The engrossed, dominant demeanor that he strikes during class consumes him, hooking your eye.

You watch him the entire time, beginning to contract the languishing lust you felt when watching him during Potions.

Having retrived a large stack, Draco settles back down beside you.

"Come closer," he nods to you.

Although you can see fine from where you are not even two feet away, you comply, scooting your chair in until it can come no closer, squeaking against his.

Draco huddles in to you, pushing your shoulders together and pressing his slim thigh against yours.

His warmth, having him so near tempts your body, sending a dull throb through your clit. Shifting in your sit, you clench your legs a little bit to ease the ache.

Unable to resist leaning into his body, you now blended in perfectly with the cuddling couples sprinkled throughout the place, though none are nearby; you suspect that upon having seen Malfoy here, they scattered.

The empty area echos with the rustling of turning pages as Draco flips deftly through books, knowing exactly where to find the information.

Digging out your notebook, you click open your onyx pen engraved with a viper, loathing quills and the mess they made.

Pointing to various texts, Draco begins elaborating, his sweet minty breath hitting your face, inviting you to lean in a little closer and capture his soft lips. Your eyes drop to his cupid's bow, before flicking back to the page.

Surprisingly he's a great teacher, dignified by his lack of sass and usual sneer. He explains your questions with a vast knowledge and intricate detail, yet clearly enough that you have hardly had to ask him to repeat himself.

When he's not flipping through books for reference, he turns to you and gazes into your eyes - which has a strange way of holding you in rapt attention.

He brushes your fingers often, whenever he pulls his own back from a page, cold ring chilling your flesh, and sometimes to just touch you, tracing his fingers lightly on your hand.

You take notes of everything he says, fascinated by the knowledge he has amassed to hold his family's standards. You admire, as well as find sexy the way he overflows with knowledge, like a king.

After two full hours, your questions begin to diminish.

Sighing, Draco shuts the last book and leans back into his seat, lolling his head back to glance at you through messy bangs. "I'm impressed," he mutters, "you're smarter than you made it seem." A witty grin appears on his lips.

"Thanks, Draco," giving a snort, you elbow him lightly in the ribs, which is closer to a rub, hence it being awkward to do with your arm already crushed up against him.

Clicking your pen shut, you drop it on the table with your half-filled notebook.

"Y/n..." Draco stands abruptly, screeching his chair loudly. Grabbing armfuls of books that tower up to his chin, he wars in attempt to stack them as carefully as he can inside your bag, but his movements are brisk and rushed.

Watching him in abated shock, you just finished the lesson - not even a minute ago; beating faster, your heart begins to pound forcefully against your ribs.

"Let's head up," continuing briskly, Draco turns around briefly, giving a slightly annoyed look to your sitting figure.

"Fuck, Draco. We just finished. Been battling an erection for the past two hours or something?" you look up at him outrageously.

Shoving the last of your books inside your bag, and snatching up your pen and notebook, he tosses them in the bag as well.

Having cleared the table in a record breaking thirty seconds, he pushes his arms back against it, staring down at you.

"Yes, I have. Now hurry the hell up," his face is red from both tension and blush, yet his voice is too soft, relenquishing his pride and begging for you. He was not playing around anymore; the game had reached its end.

Without waiting for a reply, he is stooping down over you and slipping his arms around your torso, heaving your stunned figure onto your feet. Swiftly grabbing your bag, he slings it over his shoulder. Gripping a tight hold on your arm, he bolts toward the stairs, forcing you to jog alongside him.

"Dray..." you whisper in shock, "you're turning me on so hard right now."

"Fuck..." he breathes,"don't think I don't see how your skirt's up higher," he whispers under his breath, "it's been driving me crazy all night." His grip tightens on yours, almost painfully, as you as you draw near the stairs.

Body moving without your control, you glance aside to him; raw want tears through you as you glimpse the lust brewing in his eyes, his face fixed in a serious scowl as he thunders through the library. Your heart is practically running down the stairs ahead of you; in ecstatic panic your mind starts to race: We're on our way to go have sex right now...yes! oh hell yes...I can't believe this is happening...

Halting at the foot of the stairs, Draco throws his arm out in front of your chest, stopping you and pulling you in front of him.

"I'm super hard right now, baby; you're gonna have to walk in front of me," his whisper wavers and a vein in his throat pulses as he swallows; eyes wide, his face is nervous in longing, signifying a considerable loss of his control.

"Okay..." you barely squeak out, reflecting the same vournerabilty as the promised release's approach starts to consume you early.

"And I mean right in front of me, doll." He guides you down the step in front of him, keeping one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip, steering you. To the onlookers, you just looked like an inseparable couple.

As your legs rub against each other with each step, wetness coats your upper thighs, slickly rubbing your swollen clit in your sticky panties.

"I can't believe this," Draco mutters incredulously from behind you into your ear, "I've never gotten so hard in public..."

That sends hot chills across your skin. "Push it into me," you beg, shrilly under your breath.

Without missing a beat you feel his hips press into your back, the delectable hardness of his cock rutting into your spine.

"Oh my god..." you gasp, lust pouring through you; Draco makes a somewhat staggered gasp in response to your declaration for him.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, forcing you to continue on in front of him, Draco pulls a prim smile into his flushed, anxious face.

"Love you, darling," he says smoothly, a bit loudly to preface the way he is hanging on you to the group of Hufflepuff girls you pass by, who stare up at the both of you, immediately bursting into giggles and whispering to each other.

Your heart sputters; fuck Potter, for the moment - you are thrilled that Draco is proclaiming you his to everyone in sight, and that he needs to use you, your very own body to hide his erection, the effects of what you do to him.

"My sweet angel," Draco says loudly again, as you pass through the most crowded section of the library, inciting stares from everyone in the room; they have never seen Malfoy so clingly, let alone touch anyone before; you on the other hand were notorious for hugging friends, especially Fred and George who would often attack you from behind, picking you up and spinning you in their arms. Forget trying to hide your... relationship? Whatever this was with Malfoy.

Steering you firmly through the archway of the library's exit, Draco's erection burns into your back as he quickens his pace, forcing you to walk faster through the halls. Every head in sight turns to you, shooting you looks of awe, and some of disgust as they witness Malfoy's PDA.

"I can barely wait any longer," he mutters hotly into your neck, his voice overflowing with raw emotion.

"I'm so tight right now," you mumble back to him, and his fingers drill hard into your hip and shoulder.

"You're killing me," he groans a bit louder under his breath, shoving his hips hard into you as you reach the stairs to the Slytherin common room.

Treading slowly up the stairs in your loving embrace, you arrive in front of the portrait; Draco groans at the sight of having to crawl through it before growling the password. He holds your hips carefully as you climb in before him, stepping into the emerald room packed with people. Mentally, you bang your head on the wall; friday night? You couldn't have picked a busier time...

Immediately every head turns, the loud chatter quelling; you wonder if word has already spread to them about the scene you just made in the library, and a slight bashful smile springs upon your face.

Scanning the room with a glare, Draco signals for them to be quiet; everyone instantly looks away, although there are some gasps and giggles from the girls, and chuckles and cheers from the rowdy boys of the Quidditch team:

"Malfoy, on your way to go study?" calls Warrington.

"Right on, Malfoy! She's a babe!" hoots Montague.

"Leave it to Malfoy to snatch the prettiest girl in school!" someone pouts.

Great. Now everyone in the entire school knew that you were on your way to his bedroom. Did you even need to cast the silencing spell anymore?

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll have my father remove you from the team!" snarles Draco, pushing you gently in the direction of the boys dormitory.

"You," Draco nods to Crabbe and Goyle, "will make sure no one says another word, or follows."

Crabbe and Goyle sneer at the crowd, crossing their arms like bodyguards; the room goes quiet after that, playful chatter resounding.

"Sorry angel; this is all my fault," Draco mumbles into your ear, pressing his erection harder into your back as his bedroom door comes into sight.

"It's okay...kind of exciting really," you whisper softly.

Draco chuckles quietly as you reach the door, letting go of your shoulder and hip, causing a dull throb to rise to the surface where his fingers were digging in. Stepping in front of you, he slips a silver key out of his pocket, clicking it into the lock.

He really did have to walk behind you; the large tent in is pants is completely visible, at which you gaze longingly from beside him...

[scarlettriot]

Take Him Seriously

Pro Hero Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary: When your pro hero bf suggests slipping away at the hero gala you don't really take the big guy seriously... he's about to show you why you should.

Very minor BakuDeku and KamiJiroShinso

Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT 18+ Minors DNI! Exhibitionism, Soft Dom, Lots of Praise, Pet Names (Sweets & Baby & Good Girl), Cursing

Word Count: 1,753

Alcohol, as it did with many people, had a way of making Kirishima's lips looser and thoughts flow more freely. You sat across from your boyfriend at the yearly heroes gala, the both of you dressed in your finest. The party was in full swing, awards and dinner had been served and now the drinking and dancing were the primary events. Although, you and Eijiro opted to take a break. Sinking down into chairs at an empty table. He'd lost his jacket some time ago and you were dying to kick off your heels already.

Somewhere among the smiles and laughter you both shared, he'd leaned back, long legs as thick as tree trunks stretched out wide in front of him and you couldn't help but notice crimson eyes lingering on you as you massaged your aching heels. "If you wanna get off your feet for a while, I have a few ideas of how we can make that happen."

You actually giggled at the comment. "What?"

It wasn't that Eijiro wasn't capable, he was MORE THAN capable! It's just, he wasn't one to usually voice those desires, he usually just... acted on them. And you knew with a room full of friends and colleges he'd never do so in such a public place.

And yet, "Mhm, wrap those luscious thighs around me and I'll keep you off the ground for a while, whatcha say?" He'd leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees even as you slipped the black strap back in place and stood.

"Sure, Eijiro, whatever you say."

He looked up at you, a pout on his lips, "You're not taking me seriously."

You kissed that adorable lower lip of his, "You're right, I'm not. But, when we get home, I'd love to get all tangled up with you-"

Eijiro grabbed your hand and tugged you back down to eye level, "And what if I don't wanna wait that long?" You were still pretty sure he was full of it, "You should take me more seriously, sweets."

He let your hand fall, brushed his lips against your cheek, and let you wander back out to the dance floor but you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

An hour had passed. You were busy dancing and catching up with friends you didn't see nearly enough and, honestly, you'd nearly forgotten about what Eijiro had hinted at with everything else that had been going on.

You'd been walking back from the restroom when a door open and someone pulled you inside the small coat closet, though, it didn't take much for you to realize who the someone was.

"Eiji! What the-"

He backed you against the door, lips hot against yours while he fumbled with a folding chair, jamming it up under the handle of the door. "I told you, you should take me more seriously." He kissed down the length of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your skin harder than usual, and, for a second, you were too caught up in the moment to remind him he had to be careful. That there was an event happening that both of you were supposed to be present at!

"Ei, hey, Eijiro," You managed to gain enough sense to pull his head back to look at him, "Babe, we're very much in public. If you want we can just go h-"

That was the second time his lips had cut you off. "Don't care. I want you, right here, right now." He bunched the fabric of your floor-length gown until he could grab at your legs underneath. "Been wanting to tear this dress off you since we left but I still can't do that so I guess I gotta settle for these instead."

It took him no effort at all to rip open the black pantyhose you'd been wearing, quickly followed by the lacy panties under them. The pupils of his eyes were blown wide, tongue darting out to lick his lips while he teased your folds, his other hand guiding yours to the front of his black pants where he was so painfully hard.

"Please, sweets..."

He knew just how to lure you in. Your hands flew to his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. Eijiro already had two fingers inside you and his thumb circling your clit.

You wanted to move, to sink down on your knees in front of him and give him what he apparently been thinking about all night long but he pinned you to the wall. "I don't have the patience for that." A third finger slipped inside with ease now, one of your legs hooked in the crook of his arm.

"Eiji." You whined rocking your hips, pushing his calloused fingers deeper until he was reaching your favorite spot making you moan and whimper, all his favorite noises he couldn't get enough of. You fought with his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, eager to claw and leave your mark on him.

"Not fair." The man groaned when you ran nails down the planes of his back. "I gotta behave. You've got all this skin on display..."

"Didn't stop you on my neck."

He finally noticed the little bite marks he'd left behind. "Well, if I've already done that much." You moaned at the contact on your neck again, the opposite side this time. And when he applied that pressure, thrust his fingers in hard and deep, you had to bite your cherry red lip to keep yourself from crying his name as you came around his fingers.

"That's a good girl. Keep nice and quiet for me, okay?" You hadn't even fully came down off your high before Eijiro had you up in his arms, the weeping tip of his cock easing into you.

You reached up and found the empty bar of a rack, hanging onto it for dear life as Eijiro pounded into you, your hips meeting every single time with a harsh smack that you were pretty sure was louder than any of the moans you'd been making.

You were still so damn sensitive. He had your toes curling in seconds with the steady pace he set. Watching his cock quickly vanish inside you and then slowly pull out so you could feel each vein he had to offer, every inch he could give you.

"More, more, please, Eiji." He only smirked at your babbled pleas but gave you exactly what you requested. Picking up the pace and fucked you so damn hard you thought you might go through the wall. "Please, fuck!"

With your legs around his torso and your back braced on the wall, that left one of his hands free to clamp over your noisy mouth and the other to toy with your clit. "You want them to know what we're doin' in here? You're gonna let em know who's fuckin' you this good if you keep that up."

It was no use, you couldn't stay silent while he had you like this, you never could. His fingers dipped inside your mouth, "Suck on these so you'll keep quiet." And you did, maybe even a little too well because now it was Eijiro who was moaning like a horny teenager.

"Fuck you're too good at this. Damn, you look amazing, I told you that, right? So fucking gorgeous."

His praise had you sucking his fingers in harder, hugging his cock tighter, teetering right on that edge once again. "Gonna cum again for me? At this fancy party? My cock all the way in you and my fingers down your throat, ah, yes" He chuckled, "So fuckin' good for me, baby. Keep cumming."

Eijiro slowed his thrusts letting you actually ride out your high this time, letting you muffle your screams by biting his shoulder. You whined pitifully when he pulled out of you entirely, very aware he hadn't cum yet. "Get on your knees for me, please, sweets. Can't go shooting inside you when you got nothing to keep it in..."

You both looked at your torn panties on the floor and realized he had a point.

On your knees, Eijiro popped his fat cock right into your mouth with a sigh. "You're gonna have to swallow all of it, alright? Don't want any getting on your dress, I wanna ruin that later."

It didn't take him long to reach his peak, not with the way you swallowed him, hollowed your cheeks out, and tongued his head. He had his messy fingers wrapped up in your hair, fucking your throat how he pleased.

"Love you so damn much, sweets." Eijiro kept his voice low, muttering practically when you felt the first hot rope shoot down your throat, "Taken' me so fuckin' well, always take me so good, take it all, fuck, Y/N."

You might have damn near choked from all the cum he'd just unloaded but at least none of it ended up on your dress or his pants.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing you tenderly and wiping the tears and mascara off of your cheeks. Eijiro helped you straighten out your dress again and fix your hair as best as it could be.

"Sorry I didn't take you seriously earlier." You chuckled, your throat still a little raw.

"I can't really blame you. I didn't even know if I'd have the courage to go through with it but then I saw you on the dance floor and I couldn't wait anymore."

He scooped up your torn pantyhose and undies, pocketing them both before dropping another quick kiss on your lips and opening the door...

"About fucking time!" Katsuki grumbled, pushing pasted you and Eijiro and going into his coat that had been hanging near where Eijiro had just been railing you.

"Seriously, have you two no shame!" Denki tsked and you half hid behind Eijiro.

The redhead tucked you under his arm with a grin. "You're one to talk. As if we didn't all hear you, Kyoka, and Hitoshi goin' at it in the restroom last year at this thing. Least we kept it mostly quiet."

"Just go out to your damn car like everyone else does! It's not that hard!" Bakugo huffed, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Then people can get to their phones or go to the fucking bathroom and not have to wait for someone to fuckin' get off! Speakin' of which, where's my damn nerd!"

[drazzilder]

Control

By Drazzilder 

Endeavor x Male Reader

R18+

An Anonymous request:

“Could i request an enji x male reader.

Maybe its during his redemption arc and the reader hates to see enji so down and depressed as apposed to his normal confident and loud self so the reader treats him to a nice date night where he lets enji take full control.

Rough sex, reader is a bottom, anal or oral, up to you. Some fluff date stuff before hand.”

Endeavor hasn’t been himself lately. The big man has been very solemn and quiet. He is a man of few words to begin with but now he barely says a word, mostly just grumbles. The other sidekicks notice this as well but all are too afraid to anything about it. You can’t help yourself and try to help him out.

Today he is in his office and the door is cracked open. Your curiosity is at a peak when you tip toe to the door and listen. The hero is speaking but it seems to be only to himself. You can barely make out the words but you manage to make out most of it.

“Why do I keep seeing the same dream?….Why am I never there?….I hurt them all so much…. Is having them move out the right thing to do?.... They deserve to be happy…” Endeavor starts to trail off as his words become more mumbled. All you know is that he is down, something is up and you wanted to find out. You don’t even bother to knock as you open the massive door. Endeavor doesn’t even look up from his desk when you slam your hands down on his desk.

The man sounds like he had to force out the word “Hello.” You don’t have to look at his face to know there isn’t an ounce of emotion showing.

“Endeavor! How have you been?” You say with an exaggerated tone, trying to brighten his mood; however, this seems to cause the opposite. When he looks up, you swear that he could kill with that look. You guess that maybe that wasn’t the best way to start so you try again.

“Sorry to be so over the top, I’m just really excited to go to this new restaurant in Tokyo! The wait list is 6 months to just get int but a friend of mine had to cancel so he gave me his spot.” Looking back at Endeavor, his face now goes back to a blank stare.

“That is nice of your friend.”

“The problem is that it is a reservation for two and I have no one to go with. I didn’t want the second seat to go to waste and eating by yourself is so lonely. I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

Those words made his nose flare and smoke come out of his nostrils. “Why should I go with you?”

“Lighten up. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come. You are away working so hard and you seem down lately. Maybe some time away from home could be good for you.”

The man sits there a moment in silence. You are starting to worry you might be fired for asking him to come to dinner with you but you are shocked when he finally speaks. “Very well. Where and when.”

“REALLY?!.... I mean meet me at the train station at 5, dinner is at 6.”

The hero goes back to look down at his desk which signals you to leave. You close the door and lean against it and sigh. Maybe you can find out what’s going on and maybe help him. You then stand back up and finish your day at the agency. After running home and changing, you meet the man himself at the train stations. He is in a full suit; you are just wearing a nice shirt and kakis. The train ride couldn’t be more tense, he never said a word as he followed you on and off the train. At the restaurant, you are greeted by a gentleman in a nice suit and seated immediately in a private corner. After the waiter takes your order, Endeavor just sits looking depressed.

“You haven’t said a word all evening, something has got to be on your mind.”

Endeavors gaze now turns into a harsh stare as he responds “It is none of your business!”

“Well, I finally got a word out of you.”

“What?”

“I’m just trying to see why you are acting different.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are.”

The man just stares blankly as you before looking down. “I-I shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry.”

He is about to leave but you grab his hand. “Endeavor, wait!”

He pulls his hand away and glares “Why do you want me to stay?”

“I heard you in your office.”  

His nostrils flare and his face now only shows anger. “You were spying on me?!?” He says much louder than he wanted.

“I didn’t mean to but you sounded like you are hurting.”

“You know I should fire you that.”

“I know but it is only because I care. You have been down recently and I heard you talking, I couldn’t help myself to try to figure out what is wrong.”

Endeavor sighs “How much did you hear?”

“Enough.”

He looks down and speaks under his breath: “This isn’t your problem.”

“But I might be able to help. You can tell me.”

He sits down and begins to tell you all about his family: how he hurt them, why they are gone, why he is living alone. He is trying so hard to atone his mistakes but he forgetting about himself. He has been alone for a few months and it’s hitting him hard.

“I guess that is everything….”

“I see.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Give me a second, it’s a lot to process…. It sounds like you are willing to change to help your family heal and be better. The only problem is you are forgetting something: yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you need to heal as well.”

“I am fine.”

“Look at yourself, the man you used to be was so full of life, loud and boisterous but now you are in a slump. You hardly spoke all day even when prompted.”

“Oh.” He just tilts his head down after his response.

“It’s ok that you are feeling guilty but you need to help yourself too. I bet you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror easily. I have an idea that might help after dinner. Are you willing to try?”

“If it will help me, then yes.”

“I think it might.” The dinner was delicious, no wonder it had a 6-month waiting list, it was the best food you ever had. You finished the meal with Endeavors favorite, kuzumochi, to try to cheer him up more. Soon, you are both back on the train and headed home. However, Endeavor follows you instead of heading back to his home. You arrive at your apparent and close the door behind him.

“What now?” The large man questions while standing in the middle of the living room.

“Sit down while I get something.”

Endeavor finds his way to the couch and waits for what feels like forever. He is about to get up and leave when he hears you coming back to the room. You are now only wearing a thong and begin to approach him.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” He starts to crawl backwards into the couch but can’t go any further.

“Helping you….”

“How is this going to help me?!”

“Your life has gone out of control recently, maybe you need to take control of something again.”

“What?”

“Take control and do what you want with me.” You say as you begin to sit down in his lap. He looks at you in complete shock as he stares unblinking.

“You are a man, my sidekick, I can’t possibly- “

You interrupt him by placing a finger on his lips. “Don’t think about that, just let go. It already looks like your body is responding.” You look down to see a large budge forming in his slacks. You look back up and see something is different; his eyes look almost glazed over. He pushes you off and you are afraid he is going to leave but he just takes off his jacket and grabs your face. He almost drags you off your feet has he begins kissing you all over your face. At first, they are gentle but then more and more forceful until your lips meet. Then he starts to push in full force with his tongue. The sweet flavor of the kuzumochi is still all over his mouth as he assaults you with his lips. You feel his arms go down to your chest and hold you tight has he lifts you up.

“Ooof” is all that comes out of your mouth when he slams the both of you on the couch, still kissing you. You lay under him for a moment until he stands up. The look in his eyes have changed again, almost looking primal as he starts to rip his shirt and slacks off. Now just in his underwear, you see that he is fully hard and large. You can’t help yourself and tease him seeing the number one here like this. “Looks like someone is excited. What are you going to do to me?” You finish your sentence with a wink.

The hero responds by grabbing your arms and flinging you over his shoulder. “Just shut up and do as your told.” He carries you to your bedroom. You are slammed down again and you look up to see the Endeavor has flames on his face. “My sidekick has been very naughty today spying on his boss? What would a good punishment be?”

“Oh, I’m sorry~” you reply back in a sarcastic tone.”

He grabs your ankles and flips you over. “I think a few good spanks should do….” Endeavor doesn’t even bother to finish his sentence when you feel his massive hand hit your rear end hard. You can’t help but moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he continues to spank you. By the 6th time, you are at your limit and tears are running down you face. You feel him grab your legs again and flip you over.

“I thought spanking was supposed to be a punishment?” He says with a smirk. You look down and notice you are now full hard. “I guess we should take care of this.” The big man grins and he takes a finger under your thong and rips it easily. Once exposed, you feel his hand grasp you, fully engulfing your member with the size of his hand. He starts pumping up and down as you start moaning again. You try to match his pace with your hips but he uses his other hand to hold you down. He must sense you are close again as he stops. “Not yet, you still need to be punished properly.”  Moving to the nightstand, he grabs a bottle of lotion and starts to pull down his underwear. You could tell he was big but seeing it fully in person was something else. He starts to rub lotion all over his cock and approaches the end of the bed with an evil grin.

“You are going to take all of this.” Is all he says as he lifts your legs. You feel his tip start to push into you. You slam your head back on the bed as he starts to going further inside, his girth is way beyond anything you had to handle before. It isn’t long before it gets everything inside of you but you can barely breath from the feeling. He then starts to move again, this time out. He almost pulls out completely before going full speed into you, his hips practically spanking you with the speed they are moving. You start to feel his hands getting hot on your thighs as he starts to get into it more. Endeavor is too into his own world to notice you already came but you can’t tell him even if you wanted to.

“You are such a naughty sidekick!” The motions are starting to intense as he starts to literally steam up the room with his sweat. Your body has gone limp from all of the thrusts but Endeavor is too busy to notice. Between the name calling and speed of the thrusts, you could tell he is getting close. Right before the big man climaxes, he just yells “You are going to take all of my cum!” His huge cock pumps semen deep inside of you, it’s so hot it almost feels like it is burning your insides. You do your best but the amount overwhelms you and some does leak out. He keeps up his motions as the twitching starts to slow. He finally stops after what feels like an eternity. Once Endeavor pulls out, yours legs flop down.

“Are you going to clean this up?” The hero almost demands as he is standing above you.

“I would but I can’t feel my legs right now. I will later if that’s ok?”

“It will have to do.” Endeavor then gets into the bed next to you. He shifts the both of you to the top and places the covers over you both. It isn’t long before you fall asleep in the man’s grip. You wake up the next morning in the bed alone, only the sound of a shower indicates that someone else is home. The shower stops and the door opens.

“Good morning.” He walks out in only a towel.

“I… I am sorry about last night.”

“I am off to get ready for work, you should do the same.” Is all he says as he gets dressed and walks out the door. You just quietly get up and get ready for the day. It isn’t long till you find yourself at the agency. However, the quiet that has taken over the agency recently is now replaced with the yells and demands of the number one hero once again. Nothing mean, just being a good leader and hero.

“What’s going on?” You ask a fellow sidekick.

“I don’t know but what ever happened, he seems to finally be himself again. He does seem less harsh now.” Is all she says before she rushes off. When he sees you walk in, Endeavor tells you in his loud voice to quickly get to work and check your patrol area.

“I guess he is going to pretend that nothing happened.” Is all that goes through your head as you log onto the computer. When you get your schedule, you see that you are working with Endeavor today, alone; something that never happens. You look up and see the hero walk past you with the same look in his eyes that you saw last night. You don’t know what is in plan for today but you can’t wait to find out.

[folkloreguk]

French Class [2]

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part! I’m excited to put out more parts soon!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, oral (f receiving), car sex, dirty talk, college!au, nerd!reader, fuckboy!bias

words: 4.4 k

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“And then he asked me if I would wear his tie around my neck while he- Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you there?” Your roommate, Chohee, waved her hand in front of your face from across the table. You had occupied the seats in the back of the Chinese restaurant, in a niche where you were mostly hidden from other customers. Turns out, for all the spicy stories she had in store – as always – that had been a great idea.

“I swear your thoughts have been all over the place lately. Are you sure you have nothing to talk about?” She twirled a strand of her dyed pink hair around her fingers while she mustered you suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out. It’s nothing, I’m just tired. I’ve been studying day and night. Looks like you’re the only one with the stories today. Just start again from the part where he got the whipped cream from the fridge,” you said.

“We went over that part five minutes ago! Have you paid any attention?” Chohee shook her head with a grin. Then she began her bedroom-adventure story from the beginning, because she knew as well as you, she loved talking about it.

Truth was, you had one hell of a story to tell. And no, you had not been paying attention. Not because you were tired. Not because you had studying on your mind. But because one hundred percent of your focus was currently directed at the boy only a few tables from yours. You only saw the back of his head, but there was no doubt about his identity. The mop of hair was unmistakable. Plus, he was in his famous black leather jacket. There was no mistaking this piece of clothing. It was decorated with white splatters of acrylic paint and had his name written messily across the top of his back. You could just about make out the tips of the letters as he leaned back comfortably, legs spread on his chair, chatting to his friend.

Chohee had no idea about the grip the person behind her had on you. She was your closest friend, and yet you hadn’t broken the news to her: You were hooking up (and not just once) with the so-called “hottest guy on campus”. AT least those had been her words when she had first told you about him. Lately you had to admit, you were starting to agree. It wasn’t like you wanted to keep secrets from her. In fact, on many occasions you had almost crumbled and told her the full story. Had she not been such a chatterbox, and did she not love gossiping as much as she did, you swore she would already know about your little arrangement with him.

She was aware of this much: You and him were casual friends. Study buddies, one would say. You had subtly passed over the little details of your friendship. How grocery store visits sometimes turned into visits to his dorm because of a simple text of his, or how you had sneaked out on more than one occasion in the middle of the night because he had told you his dormmates weren’t home. It wasn’t weird to Chohee that you brushed over the particularities of your “one-night-stands” when you returned in the mornings. You had never been as big on sharing as she was.

Maybe you wanted to keep things to yourself out of fear what people would say, too. You couldn’t care less whether people knew you were sleeping around. But everyone knew him, or so it seemed. Girls wanted him. Boys wanted to be him. All you desired was his friendship and some fun. You had no interest in being known on campus or having people you’ve never met giving you the side-eye over having sex with an oh-so-special boy. One day you would tell Chohee all about it. You weren’t technically lying. Just not sharing the entire story.

“Remember how I said H/N was the hottest guy ever?” Chohee suddenly said. The sound of his name made your head snap back to reality.

“Oh, now you’re listening, I see. All it takes is for me to mention your new bestie,” she teased. “You shouldn’t get too attached to him. I have a feeling that girls are interchangeable to him, either way. Anyway, I’ve decided I find his friend Korain much more attractive, since I’ve been hooking up with him.”

Would it be weird to correct her? To promise her, when you had more time and weren’t so distracted, you would lay the truth on her? He isn’t like that at all, you wanted to say. Yes, he liked female attention. But that didn’t make him a bad guy. Would it sound crazed to explain how he knew how you took your coffee, and how he sent you pictures of your favorite animals before your exams to take some of the nerves away? Or how he reported that it took him exactly 1,012 steps to get to your dorm from his place? Multiple times you had tried to count the distance yourself, but you never seemed to have enough focus to make it. Something always caught you off guard. You had doubted his credibility, but he swore he wasn’t bluffing.

Speaking of his friend Korain – who was at this very Chinese restaurant with H/N – he was suddenly making eye contact with you. Before you could slide lower into your seat like a frightened animal, he had grinned at you. Oh no. Prompted by his friend’s smile in your direction, H/N now turned his head. You were thankful Chohee was still deep in her explanation on why she had changed her opinions on the two very boys only a few tables away. If only she knew.

H/N’s eyes caught yours and a smirk plastered on his face. You assumed the tiny smile you sent him would do, but no. The two young men had collected their things and were getting ready to leave. The exit was the opposite direction, and yet H/N took the long way there. His stride was that of a model as he approached your table.

“Y/N,” he said, voice sweet like sugar candy and his smile charming like famous artwork. “You wanna hang at the library later?”

Chohee was now eyeing him as if she was your bodyguard and he was an obsessed fan who had crossed into your personal space. All you could think of was how you wanted him as your dessert. Now. But you had an exam coming up in a few days. So, his invitation fit just right.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled politely. He gave you a raised eyebrow, but then nodded, said goodbye, spun around and followed his friend out of the restaurant. When you looked at Chohee, she was already giving you eyes that asked a billion questions at once. Fantastic. Now you’d have to explain that “hang at the library” was not some sort of codeword for sex, but you had – against all odds – convinced the local prince of fuckboys that studying wasn’t such an atrocious idea after all. But fate saved you before you could begin your clarification.

“Oh no! Where has the time gone? I have to get to my afternoon lecture!” Chohee exclaimed, quickly gathering her purse and jacket. “My professor will curse me if I’m late again!”

And with that, she scrambled up from the table. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy just because I have to go! I demand a good story when I get home!”

You knew she was just being dramatic, and should you decide to keep everything to yourself for another month, she wouldn’t be mad. And yet, the urge to tell her crept up on you as you watched her hurry out of the door while waving one last time. Your morning classes had been the only appointment in your calendar for the day. So, with nothing else to do, you fished for your phone to message him for a time to meet at the library.

~

“What were you being so weird for earlier?” he asked as he plopped down on the wooden chair across from you. His books slammed on the table, and you flinched a little. Boys.

“Thanks for reminding me why I chose to sit in the group project area today. Could you be any louder in a library?” you said. “And thank god we’re the only ones here.”

“Thanks for reminding me that you’re still great at avoiding questions,” he returned.

“I just didn’t want my friend to ask questions.”

“So you talked to me like a five year old would respond to their kindergarten teacher? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? The guy with the reputation?”

“No, I’m not. Wait? What? And what kind of reputation would that be, if I may ask? The you-only-sleep-with-a-girl-once-reputation?”

“You should know the nastiest rumors mostly prove to be false. I was thinking of something more delightful. Like a gives-the-best-head-on-campus-kind of reputation.”

You snorted. “And who is going to do the research to prove that?”

“Why don’t you look around and report back to me?” he smirked.

“No thanks. I’m already hooking up with a guy who’s more than a handful.”

He faked taking offence in your words with a theatrical gasp. “Is that so? The girl I’m hooking up with isn’t much better. Always asks to hang at the library like she doesn’t beg me to fuck her the second we get out of there.”

“Let me remind you that you were the one who suggested this place today,” you said. “I was ready to jump into your bed and you had to stall time like this.”

“Are you for real? What are we still doing here, then?” he asked, and you tilted your head with a suggestive grin that mirrored his.

15 minutes later:

“Who the fuck stores five umbrellas in their car?” You kicked another one off the backseat you were lying on. Your bra was exposed beneath your shirt which he had pushed up on your chest and was now attacking the exposed skin with hungry kisses.

“That’s what you get for not getting it on in the library,” he muttered against your skin without looking up.

“We’d be asking to get suspended from there by doing that,” you said. “And I cherish my library very much.”

He only made a snickering noise and shook his head before he went to take off his shirt – and promptly hit his head on the car roof. “Ow! This sucks. I can barely move.”

“That’s what you get for not waiting until we’re at your place,” you teased him with his own words. But judging by the prominent bulge in his pants, you supposed you didn’t want him driving anywhere. Not with naughty things on his mind, and with you next to him to only make him hornier. Your eyes fell on the dark purple spots on his abdomen, and you grinned.

“Wow. Someone must have worked hard to make that stomach even prettier,” you said.

“Yeah, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He bent down to your ear and his husky tone sent cold shivers up your spine. Of course, you knew. You were the one who bit and sucked the hickeys into his skin two days ago, after all. His hands palming your boobs through your bra drew out a desperate sigh from you.

“Let’s play a game. What do you say?” he asked.

“What kind of game would that be?” Your interest was roused. He was lost in thought for a moment, hands slowly running up and down your exposed legs. Luckily, you had opted for a skirt today. All he’d had to do was to push it up to your belly and get rid of your underwear after your short but very steamy make-out session on the backseat. The cool air on your exposed core was only magnifying your impatience.

“Whoever comes first, loses.” You couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his idea, and he eyed you with indignation. “You don’t like it?”

“Everyone knows women take longer to orgasm than men do,” you said. “Are you trying to dig your own grave or what?”

“That’s why I’ll have a head start,” he announced. His hands circled the skin close to your core, creeping up your thighs slowly.

“And what’s the prize for winning?”

“The loser owes the winner a favor.”

“Too vague. I don’t trust you with that.”

“I don’t trust you, she says as she waits for me to fuck her in my car,” he mocked.

“I don’t trust your crazy ideas,” you clarified. “What about this? The winner pays for the loser’s next meal when we eat together.”

“Deal.” He slid his fingers over your pussy, and you crumbled into a whining mess within seconds. No matter how much your head denied it, he really was the best. He caught your clit between his digits and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment.

“Shit, you only turn me on more if you’re going to moan like that.” He lowered his head and spit on your center, and the laughter that had been bubbling in your throat died in an instant. His fingers rubbed your nub fast and spread his saliva – without doubt his attempt at tipping you closer to the edge before he had even begun to fuck you.

“Too bad you find me so hot,” you said, and let out a purposely dramatic whimper, followed by his name in your best fake-porn-voice. His smile had something wholesome, as if he was admiring his friend making silly jokes, but also a glint of playfulness. You knew had been a mask when he bit his lip and exhaled slowly. With ease, he slid his middle finger into you. As he curled it against your sweet spot, he bent down to suck on your clit and your back arched at the sudden pleasure.

“Too bad you’re going to lose,” he said, and then continued his antics. Had he continued this way for another few minutes, his words wouldn’t have been so far from the truth. But you had other plans.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked. “That’s enough of your head start.”

“I only just tasted you. Why would it be called a head start, if you’re going to stop me two minutes into giving you head?” he asked and you would’ve slapped his shoulder, had he been close enough. Instead, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. He was the competitive one here, and you didn’t mind enjoying yourself for now. Sighing in temporary defeat, your head fell back onto the seat. The sun was shining its last rays through the car window. They caught in his curled eyelashes and on his skin, coloring him golden.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, arm snaking around your thigh. He held on to you, but it wasn’t as if you could have moved away from him. Your head was right by the car door. His lips around your clit paired with his finger steadily rubbing against your sweet spot inside of you made you feel like floating. His free hand touched your leg gently, caressing your skin as if he wasn’t also simultaneously pushing you to the urge to yell out his name in pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, as if you needed to do so to keep him in place. But something in the back of your mind still had a desire for winning. Trying to collect the last bits of your dwindling sanity, you hatched a plan. Good on you – you knew just what rode him into madness.

“I- I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, making sure to add an extra layer of tragedy to your voice. “Please, I want it so bad.”

He looked up at you, a dark glint in his eyes. Of course, he did. All was going according to plan. It wasn’t like you had known him all your life, but you were perfectly aware of one thing. He could never resist your dirty talking and begging.

“Please?” you bat your eyelashes ever so longingly at him.

“Is that so?” He was now straightening up. His black pupils were dilated, and he was looking at you with the expectation of a loyal puppy waiting for his treat. You grabbed the front hem of his pants and pulled him towards you. In a moment, you had unzipped the material for him.

“I want you to fuck me like you did the first time we met. At the party,” you said. “Do you ever think about it, too?”

“Fuck, of course I do,” he said. Faster than you could register, he was ripping a condom wrapper and sliding it onto his free length. His cock stood angry and hard against his stomach. Perhaps your dramatic words weren’t so far-fetched. You couldn’t wait for him.

“Then do it, please,” you said. “Right now, this pussy is all yours. Use it the way it should be used.”

He muttered a swear under his breath and you knew he was in the palm of your hand. His hot breath fanned your neck as he bent over you, cock aligned with your exposed core. For a moment his length slid through your wetness, and he groaned at the warmth that was about to engulf him.

“I’m so fucking wet,” you moaned. “And all for you.”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the exaggerated show you were putting on for him as much as he did. Although, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to call it exaggeration, at all. Your walls clenched around nothing as the tip of his cock touched your juices and he eyed you like he could’ve eaten you up right then and there.

When he finally entered you, he instantly sighed. His eyes were shut tightly as he dealt with the impact of feeling you around his shaft. A small spark of triumph went through you. That was, until he pushed your legs up and snapped his hips against yours. A sharp, sudden burst of pleasure shot through you and the coil in your stomach tightened all at once. You suspected your plan was backfiring slightly. Your words not only appealed to him and his famished mind and body. They also got to your head, and there you were, barely able to contain yourself under a load of blind hunger.

“You want me to fuck you senseless, huh?” he asked. His words went straight to your core. Nonetheless, you had a goal to work towards and you weren’t set on giving up.

“Yes, oh my god,” you whimpered. “That’s all I’m asking for. Please, I know you can. You always fuck me so well.”

In response, he rammed his body into yours so abruptly, you gave off a noise of surprise and pleasure at the same time. He bent his upper body over yours to support himself. His hands lay flat on the seat on both sides of your head. His thrusts made your legs shake now and then, when his cock hit that one spot inside of you. It was causing you to see entire galaxies on the inside of your eyelids. When you blinked up at him, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. Darkness had always suit him better than the golden sunset, either way. The muscles in his arms flexed and his eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment you called victory yours. But you couldn’t be sure for longer than a moment.

Because from one second to another he straightened up and slowed his thrusts. The gradualness had something equally as striking. He dragged his cock through your scarlet walls and his fingers found your clit. You drew out a ragged breath and cursed him for regaining the upper hand. Yet, you quickly abandoned the thought of defeat. When you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure, every last thought vanished at last. You moaned and whimpered helplessly. Without overthinking, you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He shot you a confused smirk.

“Too much, baby?” he said. “Think you won’t be able to handle it? A shame. It would really be too bad if you lost. You were doing so well up to now.”

You swallowed, hard. His patronizing voice tugged at your nerves and yet you loved when he spoke to you this way during sex. And he was aware of it – hence his knowing grin.

“Don’t stop moving,” you asked him to keep up his thrusts. “It’s not fair, otherwise.”

“Oh no. I would never dare break the rules,” he said.

He did as you said, and it only made things more mind-consuming for you. You were again reminded of the small tornado raging in the pit of your belly, threatening to consume you all over. It was only a matter of time. But what he could do, you could do better.

“Do you like fucking me in my skirt?” you taunted him, blinking ever so sweetly. Your eyes were dripping honey as you put on your most innocent gaze. “Am I pretty like this?”

“You’re the prettiest,” he muttered, biting his lip as if he was stopping a thousand moans from spilling out. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“If I wear this skirt to class tomorrow, and you see me in the halls, will you think of this moment?” you asked. His fingers on your clit were shaky and moving unevenly. You might have been digging your own grave along with his. You didn’t care. Too many lectures you had wasted, barely able to concentrate because of the boy on top of you.

“Definitely. You weren’t wearing that earlier, at the restaurant,” he said. You wondered how many people had ever seen him this way – utterly breathless, all his cool vaporizing at once.

“Good observation,” you said, but you were struggling with your words as much as he was unable to keep calm. What was meant to sound lazy and seductive had morphed into a whimper and small sighs. “I wasn’t. I- I put it on just for you.”

He cursed again and abandoned all his remaining self-control. His grip on you was iron-tight and you clenched your fists. Oh, how you wished you could have buried your head into a pillow, or better even, the crook of a neck. Instead, you moaned his name almost soundlessly and searched for his dark eyes.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, like it was his last request on earth. So, you obeyed, only because you would have done anything for him right now, if it meant that he would keep fucking you that way.

“Oh my- my god,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop, fuck-“

“You look so hot right now, baby,” he groaned. “Shit- I could come just looking at you.”

“Then do it,” you said. Challengingly, you both smirked at each other. It lasted only the blink of an eye. You felt your insides twist before you could have prevented it. And all of a sudden, you crashed. Your intense orgasm erupted, and it took you several seconds to realize it, but then you heard it. His high-pitched moans, quiet and curse-stricken, could only mean one thing. You weren’t the only one, and therefore not the first to reach your high. A content smile spread on your face as his messy thrusts went on for a short while and you bathed in the remaining moments of bliss.

Silence set in as you both kept still to catch your breaths. You worried he would pin the loss on you, nonetheless, and inwardly braced yourself for his accusations. But to your surprise, he only laughed and collapsed on top of you. His breath tickled your neck slightly.

“We’ll be splitting the bill, I suppose?” he said. He straightened up to look you in the eyes playfully.

“Looks like it,” you said. You guessed his fighting spirit had been appeased and his energy had been spent on better things than arguing with you. You never minded it.

~

“Did you have a nice study session? Does the library lady assume you’re homeless and actually living there, yet?” Chohee teased as you entered your shared kitchen. She was typing on her phone but looked up when you only laughed.

“Is that a hickey?” she asked, and you knew you were done for. “What exactly is it you were studying? H/N’s body?”

“I guess I should tell you. Sooner or later, you’ll know,” you relented.

“Tell me what? Oh my god. Are you guys dating? Are you dating H/N?”

“No! You know I have no time for a boyfriend,” you said. “But…we’ve been hooking up.”

“Damn girl,” she said. “What do you have on him that he keeps coming back?”

“Excuse me? Am I really that boring of a company?”

“No. You’re the best company I could ever ask for, obviously,” she said, smiling at you. “But you remember his reputation. He sleeps with the same girl only once.”

“It’s just a stupid rumor,” you said. “Besides, we’re not just hooking up. He’s my friend. You already knew that.”

“Friend, huh?” Chohee asked. “Alright. So, you’re telling me he can hang out with you without trying to get it on?”

“He can, actually. And let me tell you, he’s cool. And pretty funny, too,” you said. She raised her eyebrows at you. “We’ve set some rules. We hook up, but also hang out as friends. Neither is allowed to be upset when the other turns down sex. We can both hook up with anyone else, still. No jealousy, no attachments. Just a good time.”

“Alright,” Chohee nodded. “If you’re so close, do you think you could introduce me to some of his friends sometime?”

You laughed, nodding. Chohee and H/N had quite some things in common, you realized then. Maybe that’s why you liked the two of them so much.

“Let’s see how long that lasts, then. Don’t wrap him too tightly around your finger, or he might trip and fall,” she winked. It was your turn to raise your eyebrow. Whatever she might have been insinuating – you had zero plans of making it reality. (Yet.)

[meowzfordayz]

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Author’s Note: 💔😔

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Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: emergency suggestion: soulmate au angst hurt/not much comfort where reader thinks she found the one, her soulmate, in a hashira, all to find out they can’t do long distance and reader deals with the heartbreak over text and copes and tries to suppress any sadness or just asking for a friend hahahaha ha

~faqs~

Kyojuro stares at his phone. Waiting. Wondering. Why have they not texted me Good morning !! (: yet? — maybe you’re still asleep? Timezones are unfortunate, after all. Or you stayed up late doing homework? If that’s the case, then you’ll text him ~soon. Or I let them go. Reality whispers harshly, dragging itself in one ear and out the other, dancing—taunting—around his weary head, jabbing at the circles under his eyes. I let them go as he replays the grating in his chest; how he typed I cannot do this. Such uncertainty. Our distance. on a particularly lonely evening; how he actually sent the damned text.

“Kyojuro! Brunch?” Tengen shouts loudly, muffled, probably from somewhere in the kitchen.

“No thank you,” he mutters, doubtful that Tengen heard him.

1:01AM Kyojuro: Someday, we should go out to brunch!

1:01AM [y/n]: Aww yes yes yes 😁 I’d love that 😍

“Alright. I’ll be sure to bring you leftovers! Gosh forbid I neglect my roommate,” Tengen calls back cheerfully. “Dishes in the sink for you!”

Impressive hearing, as always Kyojuro rubs tiredly at his forehead, unsure why he has a headache despite sleeping his usual amount. Unable to ignore how his heart aches, too.

5:47PM Kyojuro: Almost bought flowers for you, and then I remembered you’re on the opposite coast. ☹️

5:50PM [y/n]: Way to make me SAD 😞 But you could buy flowers for yourself?! And then take a photo for me. Flowers for both of us ☺️

Collect yourself he grunts, swinging a leg off the side of the bed, the other sluggishly following, feet eventually thumping carelessly, monotonously, onto the floor. Clothes he exhales shakily, exchanging his wrinkled, white shirt for his favorite cotton sweatshirt, drawstring ends lovingly chewed, tiny rips and tears patched throughout the years, their locations memorized Like the shape of their smile; slipping on soft, terry sweatpants Your ass looks great in those 😉, swallowing the rising bile in his throat as he clumsily tightens the waistband. He doesn’t bother with the rest of his typical morning routine. Woozy. Floating. Barely restraining the urge to text you. To tell you. I was wrong.

2:17PM Kyojuro: 🌻🌻🌻

2:32PM [y/n]: THEY’RE GORGEOUS KYO

2:33PM Kyojuro: Took you long enough!

2:48PM [y/n]: Sorryyy I’m a busy bee!

2:51PM Kyojuro: Buzz! 🐝

2:51PM [y/n]: Exactlyyy

Fuck Kyojuro snarls, gripping the edge of the sink, eyeing the plethora of dishes left behind for him (courtesy of Tengen). Usually, he’d be grateful for the distraction. Grateful for how attuned Tengen is to his moods — for Tengen’s subtle gesture, offering, of support. But right now? Right now, he knows he’s bound to break one, possibly seven, dishes. Not intentionally, of course. But his mind, his heart, is elsewhere. On a flight to Wherever you want to go!, your cheek on his shoulder as you nap peacefully. In a shower at the gym, smirking at the thought of sending you a raunchy thirst trap, excited to blend smoothies with you — to hold your hand as you walk home together. Beside you on the couch, your fingers deftly braiding his unruly hair, giggling as he doodles on your thigh. How is he supposed to wash dishes without you? Slipping, slipping, shattering through his glistening fingertips.

You hardly slept last night. Grogginess clings to the tips of your eyelashes, willing your eyelids to stay closed, phone still clutched in your hopeless hand. He hasn’t texted yet. You would’ve felt the notification—the vibration—in your soul. Generally, you keep your phone on Do Not Disturb, on Silent, for everyone. While you appreciate the texts from your mom, the memes from your friends, the nagging from your work, technology can be ~a bit much. Maintaining a fair boundary, a fair distance, protects your sanity. Your energy.

3:06AM Kyojuro: You are super pretty!

3:07AM [y/n]: 🥰🥰🥰

3:07AM [y/n]: But also…

3:08AM [y/n]: Why are you awake? 🙃

3:09AM Kyojuro: I rise with the sun! 

3:13AM [y/n]: Clearly ☀️🥱

3:16AM Kyojuro: And why are YOU awake? It is 3am.

3:22AM [y/n]: Homework 🤓

3:22AM Kyojuro: Sleep! 😒

3:28AM [y/n]: I’ll sleep if you sleep

3:30AM Kyojuro: 6am is a perfectly reasonable time to wake up.

3:32AM Kyojuro: Please go to sleep.

3:32AM Kyojuro: I worry about you.

3:07AM [y/n]: 🥺

I cannot do this you press your fingers into your temples, pillow threadbare beneath your heavy head, eyes finally squinting open. Your ceiling greets you. Familiar. Unmoved. Just as drained as you feel after watching you toss, turn; hearing you mutter, seethe; smelling your disappointment, heartbreak — all night long. At least some things never change. At least some things remain untouched, unaffected, by the devastation of his blazing whirlwind — of his abrupt, addicting, adoring attention. By the ashen layers of his fear. Of his finite fuse. His untethered weakness.

7:58PM [y/n]: I miss you 😭💖

7:59PM Kyojuro: I miss you too! 😭💖

8:03PM [y/n]: I’m off tn!

8:05PM Kyojuro: Exciting! Text later then?

8:05PM [y/n]: Yes please 😇

8:11PM Kyojuro: As you wish.

Such uncertainty his words, his doubt, churns in your gut. Sudden. Wrong. Unforgiving. If there was one thing, just one, that you’d been certain of, then it was him. Rengoku Kyojuro. Man of silly selfies and blushing cheeks. Of cozy hoodies and sexy joggers. Of sweet, earnest, genuine promises. To go to the beach; cook overly extravagant dinners; binge tv shows; exercise; choose each other’s outfits. MAN OF THE EAST COAST. Distance. Your sanity. Your energy. If only he knew how paper thin your walls were. How precisely, tenderly, delicately, you’d peeled them away. How sure, confident, trusting, you’d been. To believe that he too noticed, felt, tugged on the scintillating string stretching from his laughter to your grin.

One tug. I love you.

Two tugs. I love you.

Three tugs.

Four tugs.​

[muffindaddystyles]

Keep holding my hand.

Harry was in an emotionally abusive relationship before y/n, something happens that makes his insecurities float back.

Impetuous reel of dithery thoughts rapidly bustles on the wall, Harry stares at it blankly – he stares and stares and stares ..... yet it does nothing for what he wishes.

His stomach fills with acid and his mouth burns with foulness with each painful beat his heart gives realizing maybe this's the end ---- he doesn’t spare a glance to the dinner wafting off he cooked with much happiness looking forward to tonight.

Where did I went wrong?

Did I hurt her in any way? What if she didn’t like me popping up at her studio that day to remind her of tonight

Well Keat didn’t like it ..... She used to hate it Infact,

No! She’s not like keat —--

But, then why isn’t she picking your phone? She knew, promised and she still didn’t came tonight?

What if she’s sick? Fuck, then I should go to her.

He shuts his screaming conscience down, shoving the heels of his palm against his pop-sockets wearily to make him feel something --- to escape the hurt that’s looming around him, crushing and squeezing him to death.

He blows off the candles, melted to their base from being sorrowfully lit from three hours atleast --- mocking him and his sincerity.

You deserve this.

Why did y’think ye' deserved anybody’s love?

She doesn’t love you anymore --- just like keat....

The corners of his glossy eyes prickles with pearly tears and it drops down his clavicles, with blurry vision he dials her one last time and it goes straight to her voicemail alike past three hours.

Hiya, Y/N here! Leave a message ‘cos I mighty be busy or maybe lazyin' round the farthest corner of my home .......

He tosses and turns, does it manifold times --- his sleep betrays him too and he’s angry soaring with venom, if he could scream from a cliff and throw stones down the pound furiously he'd instead his eyes runs droopy.

His shuddering breath sulks to tranquillity, all he could hear’s a screech of wind that’s hitting the window and his guts.

His body jerks at the chirp of voice he’s oh so familiar with —- other days he'd be submerging in the honeyness of it but at the moment he bites down his wrist to keep him wrenching his empty stomach out.

“Happy anniversary, bub!” His brows clinches down into a grumblish frown and he presses his hand between his thighs turning his back upon hearing the careful steps treading in.

The creaking stalls and she stands at his doorway with heavy heart, her throat —-- uff her throat feels like as if someone punched it several times.

Not letting her tongue to utter any word —- anything that’d assure him and her, everything’s alright --- it’s not a big deal.

Ofcourse, it is!

Little things matters most to him – told you —- he .. — he told you himself and you hurt him, you hurt him just because you couldn’t stand to your boss.

She wanted it to be perfect for him, for them — winded up the work her boss hoarded on her mercilessly last minute demanding her to wrap it up in an hour --- felt giddy and motivated to do it speedily looking forward to their celebration. Bought his favourite chocolate moose cake standing in the line of his favourite bakery, since he doesn’t like any other flavour.

She stands at the side bed looking down at him, heartbreaking in million pieces seeing him torn, all teary cheeks and this stoic for the first time they’ve been dating.

“’M sorry -- I –- my boss trapped me and – ‘n I really wanted to call you —-- then it took me forever at your favourite bakery, I’m so sorry baby.” She rambles nebbish-ly and catches onto his shoulder when he tries to face away from her.

He mutters, “Forget bout it. Go back home ‘s getting late.” Though, his heart lurches forward to embrace her and shower her in kisses telling her “it’s totally fine.” And that “how bout we celebrate now,” but being an emotionally sensitive person has it's very cons and one of it is requiring space and time to recover for better thinking.

His eyes slips into abyss and he holds back a sniffle when he feels the mattress dip behind him, she sighs, coos in the softest voice she only keeps it for her lover, “Oh baby .... you’re my home.” She's well aware of the anxiety he goes through. He feels like everything crumbling but she's there to catch him and she rubs his back.

The many many reassurances he needs from his lovie to keep going for them, the praises for him for treating her like the most precious daffodil —- because he never got praised before; even though how much of the world’s luxuries he'd lay at his ex's feet was never assured that how much she loves him (because she never did).

Y/N would never want his insecurities to float back and sting his scars, she'd never want him to ever go through from what he did in past —-- to be used like a toy and manipulated, might sound weird and whumpy of her but she’d kill many dragons to keep him protected at any cost.

He sleeps with her body cocooning him from behind and his erratic breath syncs to her calm ones.

..

His dreams full of suffering, void and darkness violently clashing and swirling against eachother as the ugly creature takes Y/N away from him, leaving him in prison of his own pathetic head.

Fear of loss —- he fears loosing her and does it make him toxic? He was snubbed so many times – being told his behaviour was toxic that he’d hesitate before doing anything precisely very fondly caring —- but then Y/N came in his life and she'd tell him how much she appreciates him, how he’s like the best sundae in hot summer and he felt like she’s the sunshine he was waiting for in the never-ending rainy days.

Y/N stirs from her light sleep on hearing the broken whimpers, the valley of her chest moist as he cries into her and she cups his cheeks gazing down at him concerned, “What happened sunny .... baby talk to me ...” Her voice groggy and on verge of tearing.

She sits back a little with him still between her legs and wipes his tears away gently, “I’m so sorry ...” He mumbles –-- eyes bloodshot and she shakes her head pulling him closer, if she’d be able to cradle him in his lap she'd but apparently he’s too big.

Queasy hiccups, “f – fo'--... d —- dou...” sad sniffles and hiccups that tightens his chest.

She tenders his wobbly lip kissing his temple, “shhh. shhh, puppy I should be the one apologising yeah?”

“no .. I didn’t gave another thought before doubting --- that –-- that you’re about to leave, no person in right mind does this – I —-,” His body trembles with blue sobs.

“Harry ...” she tries to gain his attention and when he still doesn’t listen, “I know I don’t deserve y'n – ‘n maybe you don’t want me anymore —--” she raises it a bit, “Harry!” he falls quiet --- nibbling the corner of his cheek to hold back hiccups.

“Look at me puppy, yeah? Shh hold my hand and take a breather.” She smiles. Takes his sweaty hand and aligns his palm to her mouth for a deep kiss – then squeezes it.

“Keep holding it baby, keep holding my hand, you’re going to be fine --- we – see us here,” she points between them with gleamy eyes and he nods timidly wiping his nose with his sweater paw, “we are fine baby –- we are okay..”

How could someone be this dreamy? This gentle and sweet? What did I do to deserve my lovie?

“Better?” She inquires. Little worried that he'll fall back into rabbit hole and tucks his head under her chin, keeping him warm against her chest and he clutches the hem of her shirt nuzzling into her.

“Did you really think, I’d leave you and that on our first year anniversary? Sorry to tell you .... ‘m stitched to your hip for life time, there’s no exchange policy puppy how much you grump.”

She grins. Happy to earn a feeble chuckle from him and scratches his head, looping his curls around her fingers.

“I love you.” She startles when he speaks hoarsely after the longest time and it’s not like he's saying it for the first –-- but it still doesn’t fail to engulf her in warmth, so much of it.

“I love you too, you’re my only puppy and very loved one.” His eyes crinkles prettily at that and she kisses the tip of his nose.

“You want to rest? We could eat the dinner you dearly made for me and oh we got moose cake in fridge too, what a coincidence!” She giggles. The room fills with wet treacly noises of smoochy kisses she’s patching on his cheeks and his jaw.

Without a word he holds her finger and leads her to kitchen, she creates proud noises of “ooh!” and “ahh!” trying to sneak a glimpse from over his shoulder but he'd shoo her away as he heats the food; she gets out gorgeous smiles from him she cherishes so much.

“You did all of this for me?” She gasps sweetly, hand over heart to accentuate the love she's feeling and walks towards him when he nods timidly rubbing his socks feetsies one over the other.

His cheeks blazes peach and she giggles pinching them, “You’re so cute aren’t you?”

“Okay then. Let’s eat!” she claps her hands together and pecks his lips before pulling her chair beside him rather than opposite to him and his heart flutters at that --- each pore oozing with deep love for her and every insecurity and anxious ideas completely drains out of him when she pats his seat and wiggles in her own --- anticipated to taste what he made.

“Hmm. This tastes so good, H! Your hands are really magical, huh?” She passes him a smirk pecking each of his knuckle to make him feel better about himself and his lips quirks up softly, “Thank you – d’ya w'na umm eat the moose here o'in bed?” Her face beams at that, him speaking more than two words and looking forward to spend the night with her.

“On bed, please –-- would you like tea? Think ‘m running out of if —- proper jello ....” She cleans the table and raises her brows when he gazes her adorningly as she’s the nymphs of stary oceans.

He shakes his head, nose twitchy as she nudges him teasingly and he takes her off-guard --- hugging her by waist and kisses her soft tummy.

“Nothing just love you bleedin’ much.”

..

[daydreamingleclerc]

could you do a mason blurb where you get your acrylic nails done and when you come back home you both cuddle on the couch watching TV and he falls asleep because you are lightly scratching his scalp with your nails

love your work!!

as an avid acrylic nail wearer, this brings me so much joy at the thought of doing this to mase while he falls asleep 🥺

soothe me - mason mount blurb

“lets see the new set of nails then sweetheart,” mason cooed over the dinner table, holding his hand out for you to slide yours into. every time he asked to see the new set, you were always surprised, expecting him to forget it like all your other boyfriends had considering it was such a minor detail to their life. you slipped your hand into his, for him to see a classic french manicure but instead of white tips, they were royal blue with specks of yellow to honour this season’s chelsea kit.

“do you like them?” you asked, wiggling your fingers around in his grip as his thumb brushed over the smooth nail, long and elegant. “they’re the colours of the new seasons kit.”

“i love them, y/n,” he admitted, causing a smile to form on both of your faces. mason knew how much you loved getting acrylics done, and so he took his time getting to understand it and enjoy it, too, helping you pick out designs and colours to take to the salon ready for the next month’s style. “i love them so much i think you should keep them the same forever.”

you watched him as he shovelled spaghetti into his mouth, sucking the stringy pasta up into it which in turn caused a splash of pasta sauce to erupt across his cheeks, but it didn’t bother you because you were just as messy. “what happens when next seasons shirt comes along?”

“then you change the design to fit that one,” the smirk on his lips was second to none as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, while you just sat opposite him, laughing.

“you really are such a loser, y’know that right?”

“unfortunately, yes,” he sighed, “but i’m a loser that you fell in love with.”

once dinner had ended, the pair of you lay on the sofa and watched crap telly, mason’s head resting on your boobs as he began to yawn and stretch consistently to the sound of the show playing aimlessly in front of you. delicately, you began scratching his scalp with your nails, the flat tip and sharp edges providing a sense of well needed comfort that he only found with you. his fingers traced shapes on your skin as he fought to keep himself awake, focussing on his fingers rather than yours.

“baby if you’re tired you can go to sleep,” you kissed the spot on his head that your fingers had neglected, “you know i don’t mind.”

“i know,” he hummed. “i just wanna stay awake so you don’t have to suffer the dreadful acting all on your own.”

the pair of you laughed, and despite the fact that you could feel a light ache in your knuckles from where you’d been scratching his head for so long, you continued. after several minutes, the shapes being traced on your leg started to stop, and mason’s breathing started to get louder and heavier in a sign of his inevitable comfort. you continued scratching at his scalp until you heard soft and delicate snores tumbling from his plump lips.

“love you,” you could hear him mumble through soft snores, telling you that he wasn’t completely out of it just yet, but that he wouldn’t be far off.

“i love you too, mason,” he hummed when you said the words, fully succumbing to sleep within seconds. you leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “even if you are a total loser.”

[babyboibucky]

Project V: As Seen On P***H**

Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to reenact something that he saw on a certain website.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Cock rubbing against pussy lmfao

A/N: Another filthy piece for these two sksksks

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“You keep on glancing at me, Bucky. What do you want?”

You kept your attention on your notes as you called out Bucky. The two of you were in the library, it was a little past seven in the evening already but you needed to finish the paper you were doing.

Bucky exhaled out loud and surveyed the surroundings before moving around the table to sit beside you. You looked at him suspiciously, the growing smile on his face giving away that he had something mischievous in mind.

“What?” You asked again.

Bucky bit his lip and shook his head in sudden embarrassment, “Nevermind. I’m shy.”

You slapped his arm, “Just tell me!” You hissed, stretching your neck to see whether the grumpy librarian heard.

She didn’t and kept on rearranging the books on the opposite aisle.

“Okay, so you know how we’ve been comfortable with each other.” Bucky trailed.

“Where is this going, Buck?” You asked monotonously.

Bucky giggled as he tried to compose himself. He was turning red all over and you instantly knew what he was thinking about. It definitely had something to do with his weird ass kinks.

“I’m not gonna peg you, Buck.” You said.

“The fuck, I don’t...I’m not into that, okay?! It was just one weird dream. Can we please move on from that?” He defended himself.

You snorted. Bucky dreamt about you pegging him one time and you never stopped teasing him about it. It was funny as hell, because Bucky called you in the middle of the night to talk about his dream and he couldn’t get over how weird it felt.

“Then what do you want?” You asked, setting aside your notes.

Bucky licked his lips and inhaled, “I watched this porn the other night where the girl still had her panties on and the guy was just you know...rubbing his dick against her pussy until he came. I don’t know, something about pushing aside her panties got to me. I was thinking that maybe—“

“Yes, okay. I’m in.”

Ever since Project V, you and Bucky have been going at it as often as possible. Needless to say, you were one horny bitch and match that with Bucky’s libido, well, you’d get two best friends humping at each other like fucking rabbits.

Bucky did seem to ruin other guys for you because damn, he knows how to turn you on. Except for the times when he’s being a dumbass but whatever, he always gave you one orgasm after another.

“Wanna go at it now?” Bucky whispered, pupils darkening as soon as you agreed to his proposal.

“I’m wearing my granny panties, can I at least change first?” You asked with no shame.

“For the love of fucking, can you please get rid of your granny panties?” Bucky complained.

“They’re comfy. Besides, I never complained about your Spongebob boxers.” You snapped back and started putting away your things.

-

As soon as the both of you arrived in Bucky’s dorm, bags were dropped and jackets were thrown around. Bucky wasted no time to push you against the door, kissing you sloppily as he fumbled with the button of your jeans.

“We gotta be fast, Buck. We have a class in an hour.” you reminded him, shimmying out of your jeans before clawing at Bucky’s shirt.

He merely grunted in response as he took off his shirt followed by his own pair of pants. Your shirt and bra were removed in the process and the next thing you knew, Bucky was already throwing you on top of his bed.

“Wanna bet?” he asked against your lips before kissing you. “Twenty dollars I get to make you cum in fifteen.” he said, biting your lower lip before pressing kisses against your throat.

You sighed, stretching your neck to give Bucky more access. A moan left your lips when his fingers pinched your nipples, making your back arch from his bed.

“No penetration. You can’t use your mouth or fingers. Just your cock rubbing against my pussy. If you cum within the first fifteen minutes, I win.” you reminded him with a glare. “You good with that?” you asked.

“Only if you let me skip the condom.” Bucky said as he looked at you with puppy eyes. “Please?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine, but buy me a Plan B after this. I don’t want no little Barnes in my fucking tummy anytime soon.”

Bucky grinned and pumped his fist in the air, “I’ll buy you birth control pills too so I can fuck you raw next time.”

“Jesus.” you huffed out.

Bucky smirked and sat up, “It’s just me, Bucky.” he said as he knelt down on the bed, bending your legs up and spreading them wide open.

“Twenty dollars.” you repeated. “Seal the deal. Let’s pinky swear on it.” you said as you lifted your body up to twist your pinky around Bucky’s.

After the pinky promise, Bucky spread your thighs further apart and carefully pushed your white cotton panties aside, moaning out loud at the sight of your glistening pussy. You snorted at his reaction and covered your mouth with your hand, throwing your head back as you bit back your laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, pushing his boxer briefs down to reveal his aching cock.

“You’re so fucking horny.” you said. “You should see yourself.” you quickly added.

Bucky rolled his eyes at you until he hatched an idea, “Maybe I should. Let’s make an amateur video next time.”

You were about to protest to his idea when he immediately slid his cock against your folds, your complaint quickly dying on your tongue when he started to tap the head of his cock against your clit. You fell back onto the bed and arched your back, wanting to feel more friction as your pussy clenched on nothing.

“Fuck, Bucky...” you whimpered.

Bucky kept his gaze on his cock as he rubbed it against your folds, watching how your wetness was gushing out of your entrance as he teased you. His own pre-cum was mixing against your juices, making it easier for him to slide against your cunt. The sight was just as stimulating as the ones he’d seen on PornHub, but it felt so much fucking better now that he was actually experiencing what it’s like.

“Goddamn, baby.” Bucky grunted. “So fucking wet.” he said through gritted teeth as he sped up his face.

His free hand held onto your panties, keeping it aside as he guided his cock along your folds. Bucky pressed the tip against your entrance, teasing you by prodding a bit before pulling back to let it slide up to your clit.

“Bucky, ten minutes...” you warned. “Ten minutes and I get my twenty bu— oh!” you almost squealed when Bucky started moving his cock from side to side, stimulating your clit even more.

You wanted to kick Bucky’s face when he smirked, knowing that he was working you up. Throwing a pillow on your face, you started grinding your hips to get as much friction.

“Take off the pillow, wanna see your face.” Bucky demanded, grabbing the pillow and throwing it aside.

He started thrusting his hips, placing your panties over his dick as he continued to rub it against your pussy. The fabric only added more pleasure for Bucky, as it kept his cock pressed tightly against your sex which was soaking wet.

Bucky sped up his pace, pressing his cock harder against your lips until you could feel yourself approaching your orgasm. You tried to hold back, not wanting to lose the bet. And so you decided to do something that might throw Bucky off and make him finish first.

“Love it when you rub your cock against my pussy like that, Bucky.” you moaned out loud, your hands caressing your sides until they reach your tits, squeezing them together.

Bucky was unable to hold back his groan, “I fucking hate you, I know what you’re trying to do.” he panted, slowing down his pace.

You bit your lower lip and tilted your head as you looked up at Bucky through your lashes, “Come on, Bucky. Keep rubbing, feels so good when I feel the head of your cock press down on my clit. I get so fucking wet.” you moaned again, this time letting you fingers play with your nipples.

“Dammit...” Bucky huffed out, pushing your panties aside again and actually ripping them in the process with how harsh he held onto them.

“Did you just-- oh fuck! Right there, fuck yeah. Don’t stop, Bucky!” you squealed when Bucky rubbed your pussy just the right way.

“Gonna make you cum first and I’m gonna get my twenty bucks.” Bucky said, watching how much wetness was gushing out of your entrance, drenching his cock in its entirety.

Determined to win, you slightly sat up and leaned your weight against your elbows. You could feel Bucky’s cock throb against your cunt, his hips stuttering and the veins on his neck bulging. He was close, so fucking close.

You were just as close to winning the bet so you pulled the big guns and placed two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them while keeping your eyes on Bucky.

You moaned out loud, just enough to catch Bucky’s attention and when his head snapped towards yours, you hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on your fingers. The sight was enough to make Bucky cum first; he groaned and growled as ropes of his cum began to spurt on your pussy.

“Goddammit!” Bucky grunted, both in bliss and disappointment that he had lost the bet.

You started chuckling in victory, falling back down on the bed and ignoring the growing throb in your pussy since you haven’t finished yet.

“I win!” you declared.

Bucky ran a hand through his locks as he plopped down next to you, “All that for just twenty bucks?” he asked.

You sat up and shrugged, “Twenty bucks is twenty bucks.” you said and looked down in between your legs, “Are you going to finish me or what?” you asked.

Bucky snorted, “Bold of you to assume I’d finish you after I lost the bet.” he said, reaching towards the box of tissue on top of his bedside table and handing it to you.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself then.” you said, cleaning up yourself before heading towards the bathroom. “You owe me an underwear.”

-

With twenty minutes left before your next class, you and Bucky have showered and cleaned up.

“Why is this so thick?” you complained when Bucky let you wear one of his boxer briefs.

“Stop whining unless you want to attend our next class without any underwear on.” he said and picked up your jeans from the floor, throwing it on your face.

Just as when you were about to wear your jeans, Bucky’s bedroom door opened and Steve stepped in. Both you and Bucky froze, not knowing how to explain the situation when Steve turned to you and slowly realized what was going on.

He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again before he let out a defeated sigh.

“I don’t know what’s going on but may I respectfully ask...why on earth are you wearing Bucky’s boxer briefs?”

-

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[multistan-kpopwritings]

Nightly Cuddles

➟ pairing(s): ChangBin x Reader

➟ genre(s): Fluff

➟ word count: 2032

➟ warnings: None

"How long are you going to be here," MinHo asked you again, setting your bags inside the dorm?

"I have no idea," you admitted. The pipes in your apartment ruptured causing the floors to be flooded with water. "I hope not long. I hate putting you guys out like this."

"Don't be silly," a voice chimed in, "You know we love having you around." Chan entered the room and quickly welcomed you.

"I really appreciate you letting me stay while my landlord fixes this stuff," you gratefully thanked him. "Where is everyone?" You didn't see any trace of the other 6 guys.

"They're trying to rearrange sleeping space for you," MinHo said. Your eyes grew.

"Oh, no. I'm fine on the sofa," you urged.

"Like we could let 'babe' sleep on the sofa," MinHo scoffed. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"She can stay with me," a voice said sternly. Smiling you saw your best friend, ChangBin, enter with everyone. "Is that ok with you," he asked? Taking your bags, he took them to the shared bedroom.

"Guess that settles that," you giggled.

ChangBin had been one of the first people you met when you moved to Korea. He knew you better than you knew you, so it wasn't a surprise he was still your best friend after 3 years. The surprise was that he was only your best friend. No matter how funny, attractive, or perfect one thought the other was, it never went past friends.

The first few nights at the dorm were the same. Dinner, showers, bed, and secret snacks. You were sure that Chan was ready to kick you out by the third night.

"Binnie," you whispered, tucking your head into his chest. Humming, he brushed your hair off your face with one hand and cradled your head with the other. "I can get used to this," you giggled. By now your legs were entangled with his, and your arm tracing circles on his back. Humming again he used his free hand to tilt your head to his, kissing the tip of your nose.

"Go to sleep," he whispered back. You wiggled a little in his arms and grunted softly. "Stop moving," he huffed. Whining a bit you shuffled your legs around his. "Seriously, stop," he said a little more stern.

"Binnie," you whined, "I can't sleep." If he could see you, he would have scoffed at your big doe eyes. "Binnie," you said softer and sweeter.

"You can't sleep because you haven't stopped moving or talking," he scolded you. "Now, go to sleep." He kissed your forehead and cradled your head against him again. A few minutes passed in complete silence, ChangBin thought he won the night.

"Binnie," you whined again. He didn't say a word to you, but there was no mistaking his annoyance. A quick slap sounded in the room.

"What was that," Felix cackled?

"Did you spank her," Chan teased?

"Yes," both you and ChangBin exclaimed!

"Keep it up and I'll bend you over my knee and do it again," he said from gritted teeth. Felix and Chan were in tears over the whole thing, you on the other hand pouted. "Sleep, now."

The following day you pouted anytime you had to share space with ChangBin. He tried his best to make you smile but to no avail. That night when you dressed for bed, you stared at ChangBin, hating that grin on his face.

"Come on, babe," ChangBin called to you, "Just get in bed. I'm tired." You chewed your lip and caught sight of Chan walking out of the bathroom, hair, and skin wet. Climbing the steps to the top bunk you sat on Chan's bed.

"Channie, hey," you said to him. He was putting on a shirt and drying his hair when he noticed you.

"Yes, honey," he said? "What do you want?"

"Binnie is being mean still," you pouted, "Can I stay with you tonight?" Chan looked between your pout and ChangBin's scowl. Scooting closer you leaned on his shoulder and fake sniffled. "Please? I promise I'll be good tonight." The scoff from under you caused Chan to laugh.

"Best behavior tonight, Honey," Chan called to you, "Or you will get bent over the knee." Rolling your eyes you threw yourself on his pillows. It only took 5 minutes before Chan regretted letting you stay. He took his job as big spoon seriously; however, you were the worst little spoon.

"Channie," you whispered, "Can you scratch my back?" He absentmindedly did as you asked. "Can you move your arm?" ChangBin smirked at the annoyed grunt from above. "Hey, Channie. I need to pee."

"Just go," he groaned. When you were out of earshot, he leaned over the edge of the bed. "How do you deal with her moving so much? She's exhausting!"

"Are you surprised she got spanked now," ChangBin asked? "Just play with her hair and she'll stop." He smiled to himself and turned in bed, away from Chan.

Before returning to the room, you stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a small bag of gummy fruit snacks. Almost down the hall, you quickly returned for a second bag. Just a habit you figured. You stood in the doorway and looked at the bunk bed, your best friend sleeping below and your Channie above. You smiled and knelt next to the bottom bunk, brushing ChangBin's hair from his forehead.

"Binnie," you whispered. "Binnie," you said again, a little louder, shaking his shoulder. He turned to you sleepily. "Move over," you pushed him, "Come on." He smiled and opened his arms. Like two pieces to a puzzle, you laid in his arms and wrapped your legs together.

"What happened to Chan," he chuckled? You nuzzled into his chest and smiled.

"His arms are too big," you admitted. "Too heavy. I like your's better." Humming his approval, he tilted your head and kissed your nose. "G'night Binnie."

"Hey babe," he said quietly. "I'm hungry." You giggled and told him to check your pockets, where you had a treat hidden.

A few nights later you sat brushing Felix's hair. Laughing he wrapped his arms around you. "So when are you spending the night with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you. "I like to cuddle too."

"Alright, Lee, me and you, tonight," you laughed. ChangBin walked in and eyed you.

"Leaving me again," he joked? "You'll be back. You can't resist this." He flexed his arms and you rolled your eyes. "Come on Felix, I get to be the big spoon."

The chatter between you and Felix was nonstop. Chan finally had enough and physically removed you from the bed.

"Hey," you protested, "you can't just do this." Without warning from Chan, you were tossed on the bed next to ChangBin, startling him awake.

"What the hell," he asked sleepily, focusing on your face.

"Deal with her," Chan growled before climbing back into his bed.

"Felix wouldn't stop talking," you lied. ChangBin rolled his eyes and mocked.

"Coming from you? Yeah, ok," he chuckled in disbelief. Just like the nights before, he opened his arms and you found your favorite spot against his chest. "Were the cuddles at least good," he asked softly, trying to not bother Chan?

"Nope," you popped the word on your lips. "Too skinny. I like this," you mumbled into his chest, "Feels good." Feeling the way his body shook, you knew he thought you were amusing. But in all honesty, you did like to cuddle with him the most.

Word got around the dorm quick that you were playing musical beds to annoy ChangBin, and everyone wanted a turn. Night after night you teased your friend about needing a new sleeping partner, but night after night you still ended up in his arms, legs wrapped together and a kiss on the nose.

It was little things like Hyunjin yelling nonsense while you tried to sleep, ChangBin normally talked in his sleep but it never woke you. Han was a classic stage 5 clinger, as you like to call him, so he wrapped around your body and it was just too hot to deal with him. MinHo on the other hand was the complete opposite, you couldn't seem to get close to him without him moving. It was too cold for that nonsense anyway. SeungMin tried to snuggle you the way ChangBin did, but it didn't feel right to you. Almost forced, it didn't feel natural.

It wasn't until you laid next to I.N that someone asked the right question. "Noona," he whispered to you, turning to face you. He could tell that you hadn't fallen asleep yet and that soon you would sneak out to lay in his Hyung's bed. "Why do you keep going back to ChangBin Hyung?

"I don't know," you confessed a little embarrassed. "Maybe I like the way it feels. It's familiar and, um, well," you trailed off.

"Safe," he finished for you? "I get it. That's how I feel when you're around." You cooed and brushed his hair back. "I think he likes it too. I like you two."

"We like you too," you assured him. In the faint light, you could see him shake his head.

"No. No. I like you two," he stressed, "together. It's what I think happiness should be." You thought about what he said and realized he was right. Nothing felt right without ChangBin and no one made you feel like he did. "Goodnight, Noona," he said, turning away from you. You laid still for a little longer before I.N nudged you closer to the edge of the bed.

Throwing yourself on the sofa you turned on the television. The sound was almost muted, but the light glowed around the room. You couldn't stop thinking about what I.N said. Did ChangBin really feel that way, or was it just habit and comfortable actions that kept his doing it? Drifting in and out of sleep you let memories crowd your mind. Small things that you may have overlooked. Friendly gestures or unrequited love? A hoarse, sleepy voice called your name.

"What are you doing up at this time," ChangBin demanded, rubbing his eyes. "Do you know how late it is?" You hummed but didn't really answer. He rounded the sofa and lifted your legs to lay across his lap. "Why aren't you sleeping?" His voice was soft and soothing now.

"Thinking," you replied. He nodded his head, waiting for more of an answer. Staring at the television, you chewed on your fingers. He reached and pulled your fingers from your mouth and held them in his hands.

"Thinking about what," he inquired? He knew by the way you avoided his gaze that it was something really bothering you. "Come on, talk to me." He moved closer to you and pulled you onto his lap. "Something has you up this late. You can talk to me." Something about his voice and the way he held you made you let go.

"I talked to I.N tonight," you stated simply. "Why do you think I keep coming back to you?" He tilted his head and grinned.

"Cause I'm cute," he quipped. You let out a small laugh and slapped his chest.

"I'm serious. This isn't what normal friends do, Binnie," you continued. Taking a deep breath you leaned into his body, finding pleasure in his warmth and gentle thud of his heart.

"You're not normal, babe," he joked again. You grumbled, still not entertained.

"Friends don't call each other in the middle of the night, just to say hi. They don't crawl into each other's bed for cuddling," you let the words spill from your mouth. "I keep telling myself it might be nothing." You looked into his eyes, searching for something, anything.

"No," he held your gaze, "It's not nothing." You felt his heart begin to race. He tilted your head the same sweet way he did every night and kissed your nose, only this time tilting your head a little more toward his lips. "I know you feel it too." His breath fanned across your face as he held near to your lips. "Say it."

"I love you, too."

[disturbedbydesign]

A Night At The Museum

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Length: 4K

Summary: Your job as a museum tour guide was growing tiresome until a mysterious stranger showed up to claim what was his.

Warnings: Dubcon (slight mind control), Violence (mild), Light Bondage, Explicit Sex (oral, vaginal). 18+ only, no minors.

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Your last tour of the day was about to start and all you could think about was getting off work and meeting up with your sister for drinks. You had always dreamed of one day working at the British Museum, but having been a tour guide there for the past year—doing the same thing, so many times a day, every single day—you found yourself growing tired of it and anxious to move on. Much as you loved art history (you did go to school for it, after all), you had grown thoroughly bored with your job. You wanted some excitement in your life. You needed it.

When you first started, you had been one of the museum’s most enthusiastic guides, always trying to engage all the members of your groups and fielding even the strangest of questions with grace and ease. These days, you were just going through the motions, especially for tours this late in the day. Over the course of the year, you had become adept at instantly identifying the one or two people in any given group who actually cared about the subject matter, and you found it simpler to focus on them and ignore everyone else.

As you performed your perfunctory scan of the last group of the day, you saw the usual suspects: a group of unruly children with intentionally oblivious parents; a travel group of obnoxious middle-aged Americans; an older gentleman, alone, who looked like he could be a professor of some sort (he was the one to pay attention to); and a young couple, clearly on one of their first few dates, who would have eyes only for each other.

And then you saw him.

You were immediately taken aback, struck by the fact that, for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t get a read on someone. The man was tall—really tall—with long, black hair slicked back. His skin was almost inhumanly pale and smooth, like he was sculpted of the same marble as the statues surrounding you. Despite the summer heat, the mysterious man wore a black suit and tie, a white dress shirt, and a long black coat with a scarf. He carried an ornately crafted cane, which seemed more an accessory than a walking aid. Compared to the rest of your tour group, he seemed a man out of time.

And then you saw his eyes—his impossibly green eyes. You could see them from across the room, almost glowing and staring at you, unblinking. your breath caught in your throat and all of a sudden you felt very, very cold.

As the hour-long tour progressed, you went through your practiced speeches about each artifact, moving across the room in the pre-established order and fielding questions here and there. As anticipated, the older gentleman was very engaged in the tour and asked intelligent questions, which you happily answered. Also unsurprisingly, one of the loudest Americans (probably trying to impress his friends) kept asking questions that he thought would make him sound smart and cultured but which, in reality, had the opposite effect. After one particularly ridiculous question, you had to turn your head away, pretending to be thinking about the answer but really trying not to laugh. That’s when you got caught in the emerald stare of the mysterious man with the cane.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire tour—hadn’t so much as glanced at any of the art that he was ostensibly there to see—and up until then you had done your best to avoid meeting his gaze. Something about him absolutely terrified you, although you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly you were frightened of. He was standing completely still at the back of the group, but he was so tall that he towered over everyone and you could see his face as clear as if he were right in front of you.

His piercing eyes were locked onto you; they moved where you moved. His gaze was intense and menacing, but it was more than that: you could physically feel his eyes on you, penetrating you all over, making you feel naked. You wanted to look away but you felt like some strange power was holding your eyes onto to his. You stood dumbfounded and locked in a silent stare with the dark-haired stranger until the loud American spoke up, demanding an answer to his previous inquiry. You had never in your life been so happy to answer a stupid question.

You managed to make it through the rest of the tour without meeting eyes with the man with the cane, although there wasn’t one second that went by when you didn’t feel his presence in the room. You even went so far as to forgo asking if anyone had any final questions at the end that they wanted to stay after and discuss with you. You ducked out of the exhibit hall as fast as you could, feeling the man’s gaze boring into your backside as you exited the room, and headed for the staff room to gather your things. You didn’t notice until you got to the employee lounge that you had been holding your breath the whole time.

The museum was officially closed for the day, and as you left the staff area you couldn’t help but notice that the usual security guards posted around the building were nowhere to be found. In fact, there was no one around at all. The main lights were dimmed and the place was impossibly silent; the only sound you could hear was the echo of your own footsteps as you quickly made your way across the building to the exit. You were rounding a darkened corner when you felt an ice-cold hand reach around from behind and clamp over your mouth.

“Don’t be afraid,” hissed a smooth voice in the darkness. “You’re going to like what comes next.”

Before you could think to cry out, you were spun around and face to face with the dark-haired man. He wore the devil’s grin as he leaned down to you, his face barely an inch from your own. One hand still clamped firmly across your mouth, he brought his cane up with the other and traced a gentle line down from your temple to your chin. He let the tip rest under your jaw, pressing in on your throat just a little too hard. He put his lips to your ear and whispered, “Come with me, my pet.”

In one swift motion, he swung you up and over his shoulder and held you there with one arm, the other arm brandishing the cane, which clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, keeping time with his long strides. You were still dazed and breathless from the force of the cane’s tip on your throat and before you knew it, you found yourself in some dark recess of the museum basement, on the floor of a room you hadn’t even known existed. It was filled with strange artifacts the likes of which you had never seen in your extensive studies. There were no lights on but the room was bathed in an eerie shade of blue, which seemed to emanate from the relics themselves. You managed to mumble out a few words.

“Where am I?”

You saw the cane flip once in his hand as he strode toward you and then felt only searing pain as it came crashing across the side of your face.

“Did I say you could speak?” he asked.

You brought your hand to your cheek where he’d struck you, expecting to feel a bloodied gash, but when you took your hand away and looked there was nothing. The blow had left no physical mark, only an icy hot streak of pain. He reached down and traced the line of his blow with a long delicate finger, and suddenly the pain was gone and replaced with a pleasurable tingle.

“As you see, I can inflict both pain and pleasure,” he said, his voice like honey. “What happens next is entirely up to you.”

You should have been terrified, screaming, looking for some outlet or escape, but you found yourself completely paralyzed by his gaze. Going against every survival instinct screaming inside of you, you dared speak again.

“Please… please just tell me who you are and what you want.”

You closed your eyes and braced yourself for another blow but it did not come. You glanced up to see him looking at you inquisitively from the corner of the room, resting his long, lean frame on the tip of his cane.

“You are a bold one, I see. Deserving of my punishment, yes, but also worthy of the pleasure I can give you. I am going to ask you three questions and you are going to answer them honestly. If you lie, I will know, and you will suffer for it. Now tell me, do I frighten you?”

“Yes.”

“Do I excite you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to leave? And before you answer this last and most important question, know this: If you say yes, I will let you go. I will not harm you. I will not follow you. You will never see me again. But you will also never know who I am or what I am here for, the memory of this night will haunt your dreams forever, and no one will ever believe your story. Within a week, you will go mad wondering whether I was a dream or reality.”

In one seamless motion, he crossed the room and yanked you to your feet by your shoulders, holding you an inch from his face, which seemed to glow with its own light.

“Now answer the question. Do you want to leave?”

The final answer flew from your lips before you even knew what you were saying. “No,” you whispered, and he eased his harsh grip on your shoulders, a sly smile spreading across his lips.

You stared at him, motionless and feeling almost paralyzed as you waited for permission to speak.

“Well,” he began, “I suppose it’s only fair that I offer you the same courtesy you have allowed me, so you may ask me three questions and I will answer them honestly. Choose your words carefully, because you get only three.”

He released his grip on you and returned to the corner, watching you and waiting.

“Who… who are you?” you stammered.

“Ah, a good question and excellently phrased. Had you asked just my name, that is all you would have received. But who I am is much more complicated.”

He sauntered toward you and lifted his cane, pointing it in a sweeping circle around the room.

“You see these things here? I am not so different—I was just another stolen relic from another world, locked away until someone might have use of me. But I have broken free of my shackles, and I have come to claim what is mine. You as who I am? I am a God. I am your God.”

You should have thought him completely mad, but you believed him. For whatever reason, you believed him.

“What do you want?” you asked.

He shook his head and chuckled low. “That’s far too vague a question, my pet, for I want many things. I could tell you simply that I want a glass of water, and I would not be lying. But since you are such an exquisite creature and so well behaved, I will answer the question you meant to ask, which is what is my purpose here.”

Something was happening to you, something strange and terrifying and wonderful. You were mesmerized by the way he spoke and the way his long, cold fingers brushed your cheek when he had called you exquisite. You hung on his every word and could not take your eyes off of him.

“I am Loki of Asgard and I have come to reclaim what was stolen from me. This room holds all that I need to take my rightful place as your master and overlord—to claim humanity as my own and rule the people of Earth as your king.”

You searched your racing mind for the words needed to get the answer you so desperately wanted, but your brain would not cooperate.

“One last question, my pet. And don’t keep me waiting.”

Finally, the words come to you in the correct order. “Why have you chosen me?”

Loki smiled lasciviously down at you. “I could tell just by looking at you that you crave subjugation,” he said, his voice smooth and so deep you felt it everywhere. “You were made to be ruled, and you will be the first to kneel for me.”

In a flash he was on you, grabbing your hair hard and pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips felt ice cold but his breath was hot and moist as his tongue twined around yours. You raised your hands to run them through his hair when he abruptly pulled back and caught you by the wrists. He spun you around and bound your arms behind your back with his scarf, pushing you to your knees once he had secured you.

“I told you to kneel,” he growled.

He was behind you and you could hear his ragged breathing, the rustling of clothes, and the soft thump of fabric hitting the floor. When he spun you back around, he was completely naked and you drank in the sight of his pale skin and lean, powerful body. His cock was enormous and rock hard.

“Pleasure me, my pet. I know this is what you crave.”

He grabbed you by the hair and shoved the whole length of his shaft down your throat repeatedly, fucking your face until you almost passed out for lack of air. When you thought you could take no more, he yanked you off of him, tilting your head back and looking down at you with glowing green eyes.

“Very good, my pet. Now slower. Worship it as you will worship me.”

He grabbed the base of his cock, holding it at an angle above your face and willing you to lick it. You complied, running your tongue slowly from the base to the tip, feeling his blood throbbing in the veins that ran the length of his massive shaft; the blood was hot but the flesh was icy cold—a very strange sensation, but one that fascinated you. He let out a series of short, carnal grunts as you swirled the tip of your tongue around his head. You took just the tip into your mouth and began to massage it gently with your lips as he ran his hand lightly up and down his shaft. You could taste his leaking juices as you tongued the slit, and the taste of him was like nothing you’d ever experienced before—it was delicious, addictive even, and it made you insatiable and impossibly wet. You moaned onto his cock as you let it drip down your throat, sending vibrations of pleasure running through his entire godly frame and causing him to groan in ecstasy.

Before you knew it, you were on your feet and your wrists were freed from the scarf that bound them. Holding the scarf between gritted teeth, he ripped your blouse open and straight off your body. He cupped and squeezed your breasts in his icy hands, and your already hard nipples became almost unbearably erect against the lace fabric of your bra. He unclasped it and let it fall to the floor next to you as he yanked your skirt down around your ankles. One hand cradled the back of your neck and he let the other trace a line in between your breasts and down your stomach. When he reached the top of your thong, just above your mound, he stopped.

Your breath caught in your throat and you looked at him. He took the scarf from between his teeth.

“Turn around,” Loki commanded.

You did as you were told and he brought the scarf around your head, blindfolding you. You felt his strong arms lift you up and moments later you were bent over a cold metal table, facedown and arms over your head, gripping the steel. You felt his breath on your pebbled skin as he ripped your thong off your body with his teeth, and he pushed your legs wider apart with his knee as he traced down the length of your spine with two fingers. When he found your entrance, you were already soaked for him—an almost unnatural level of wetness that you’d never felt before in your entire life—and he plunged two long fingers deep inside you without ceremony. You cried out your pleasure as he moved them furiously in and out of you before he slowed and found your sweet spot with his middle finger, working it violently until he started to feel your walls tighten around him and your cries faded to jagged breaths. He stopped just before you found release and you whined loudly.

“You are ready,” he said—telling you not asking you. “Now we shall see where your loyalty lies.”

You were left wanting and stranded on the verge, and the absence of sight heightened all your other senses. Every inch of your body was buzzing and the sound of your own heart beating was deafening in the silent room. That’s when you heard the rhythmic clicking of the cane moving slowly toward you and then stop.

“Who is your God?” Loki asked, his voice cold and commanding.

“You,” you wailed. “You are my God.”

He brought the cane down across your bare ass with all the power of Asgard and you screamed out in delicious agony.

“I said, WHO IS YOUR GOD?”

You tried to answer but your mind could not form words. He brought the cane down on you again, three hard lashes in quick succession, and you made a noise that sounded inhuman in your own ears.

“I’ll ask you one more time: who is your God and your King?”

The sensations coursing through your body threatened to put you over the edge of consciousness, but somehow you managed to yell out to him through the haze of pain and pleasure.

“LOKI! Loki of Asgard is my God and my King!”

He laughed maniacally and you could hear the clatter of the cane dropping to the floor. You felt his magic fingers trace a line across the searing flesh of your ass and the white-hot agony turned instantly to a pleasure unlike any you had ever known. You almost achieved release just from his touch. He untied the blindfold and he rolled you over on your back, pulling you up to face him. His eyes seemed warmer as he leaned in and grazed your ear with his lips as he spoke.

“You have proven your loyalty to me, my pet. I know that you will worship me as I deserve. Now you will be rewarded.”

He stood between your legs and cupped your face in his hands as he kissed you slowly and deeply, more passionately than he had before. For the first time, when you went to touch him, he didn’t try to stop you. At last, your hands found his long black hair and you grabbed fistfuls of it as you pulled him down on top of you, the tip of his cock teasing your opening as you devoured each other. He pulled his face away and buried it in between your breasts as he massaged them, taking one nipple in his mouth and nibbling it lightly as he rubbed the other between two fingers. Every flick of his finger or tongue on your body dragged a sound out of you that you didn’t know you could make. You untangled one hand from his hair and found his massive cock, gripping it firmly and stroking it up and down as you rubbed it against your clit.

“Fuck me, my King. I beg you. Take me any way you want me.”

He lifted his mouth from your breast. “Not so fast, my pet. I must taste you first.”

He pulled you down to the edge of the table and threw your legs over his shoulders as he settled between your legs. He licked you slowly up and down a few times before latching onto your clit, holding your hips firm as he swirled the tip of his tongue around and around, faster and faster until you started to cry out and buck against him. He brought a hand down from your hip and teased your slick folds with one long finger as he continued to work your clit with his tongue and his lips. He brought another finger to your entrance, sliding the two fingers together from the top of your folds to the bottom, and when he plunged both fingers inside you, you came so hard you nearly fainted. His touch was godly, and you knew then he had ruined you for all mortal men.

You had barely recovered from your climax when he sat you up and took you all at once, shoving his cock inside you to the hilt, filling you with ice and fire. He grunted like an animal with each forceful thrust and you screamed with pleasure as you clawed at his back. Your hands found his muscular ass and you gripped it tightly as you screamed his name, keeping time with his rhythm.

“Loki… Loki… My God… My King...”

You brought your arms up around his neck as he lifted you off the table, his strong hands gripping your ass as he walked you over to the side of the room. You clung to him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your arms at his neck as he fucked you senseless against the cold basement wall. The light of the otherworldly artifacts tinted his skin an inhuman shade of blue; it was beautiful, he was beautiful. He quickened his pace and then stopped, remaining motionless with the full length of him still throbbing inside of you.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered. “Such a good little pet. I think maybe I’ll keep you.”

He walked you back over to the table and laid himself down on it so that you were straddling him. You moved up and down on his cock slowly, almost teasingly, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of you. As you rocked up and down, he brought his cold thumb to your clit, circling it while you rode him and bringing you close to the edge again. He began to buck underneath you as you fucked him and you knew he was close, too. You leaned in and grabbed the hair at the back of his head as you continued to slam yourself onto on him.

The words fell from your lips—“Fill me with your God seed, my King, I want every last drop you have”—and even as you said them, you had no idea where they came from, almost as if they were planted there and forced from you.

That had Loki’s eyes rolling back in his head and he moaned deep as he sat up, grabbing your hips as you rocked back and forth on his lap. He tightened his grip on you and quickened his pace, pounding into you hard and fast. As the muscles of your tight walls rippled with pleasure and you cried out your reverence in his ear, Loki found his release. He held your squirming body tight against him, your muscles shaking uncontrollably as he came roaring into you. You felt his warmth spread inside of you—such a contrast to the chill of his flesh—and you stayed locked in his embrace, completely limp with exhaustion.

“Thank you, my King,” you whispered, and Loki brought his fingers to your face.

The last thing you remember is two cool fingertips pressed to your temple. When you awoke, you were naked and alone in the basement room. The artifacts that had filled the room were now gone and there was no sign of Loki but for a pile of clothing next to you on the table—new clothes to replace the ones he had destroyed in his lust—and a handwritten note that said only “Fit for a Queen.” You put them on, wondering if he would ever be back for you. You were nothing now without your king. You knew you were made to be ruled.