#you could dip her in milk and slam her against the wall. she would enjoy it

[razzafrazzle]

a new ref for roy now that she's actually part of a story!! she smells like froot loops probably

[image description: a reference image for an original character named roy g. biv the great and colorful, a short, dark-skinned wizard with long, wavy, rainbow-colored hair and a beard that covers her entire body and a pointy hat with a fluffy white rim and a blue sky pattern. she also has a rainbow walking cane. next to her main reference drawing is a small drawing of her with her hair tied into a braid, allowing her body to be seen where she is wearing a blue sweater with a white skirt. next to her are blurbs that state that she is around 300 years old, her pronouns are she/her, she is a lesbian woman, and the following: "powerful wizard of color and whimsy. can't stand being serious. trying hard to be a good mentor to her student, violet, but gets fed up with them rather easily. formerly married to mona chrome." end id]

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including somnophilia (obviously consensual), lactating kink. Illusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage). Read at your own discretion. Older/Aged up Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Opening his eyes, Hongjoong let out a tired smile as he looked at your peacefully sleeping figure. He was glad that both of you had a good night's rest and the baby in the next room didn't wake you up. Caressing your cheek, he blushed as he remembered the previous night with you.

Getting up, he picked up his discarded sweatpants and quickly slipped them on before going over to the window. Opening up the blinds just a tiny bit to let in a little light, he looked back over when he heard you moan in your sleep.

"Hongjoong..." You whimpered unconsciously.

By the way you shifted inside the blankets, Hongjoong knew you were more than likely rubbing your thighs together. It might have been a little early, but if you needed him, how was he supposed to deny you especially when you called out so cutely for him.

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt kisses being pressed against your jaw that soon traveled to your neck, hips involuntarily bucking up when you felt your lover's hard on rub against your clit.

"Morning babygirl. Did you miss me that much already?" He teased you, a light chuckle emanating from his lips as he began inserting himself into you.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It was still the early hours of dawn yet Seonghwa was fully awake. His hand was tenderly caressing your hip as he continued to admire your body. Although he had done a lot of that the night before, it still wasn't enough for him. Every mark on your body that detailed the pregnancy you went through was absolutely beautiful for him.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slowly crawled his way underneath the blanket where he positioned himself right in between your thighs. He started off by peppering kisses along your stretch marks, his tongue occasionally poking out every now and then. When he finally reached your mound he didn't hesitate to start licking tenderly and slowly at your folds, trying not to abruptly wake you up.

You thought you were in a lucid dream until you opened your eyes and saw someone shuffling under the covers. Pulling some of the blanket to the side, your head rested back on the pillow as you let out a moan when you saw Seonghwa's head buried deep between your legs.

"Morning gorgeous." He greeted you as he smiled against your clit before giving it a suckle that made you want to squirm away from him, but his hands on your thighs prevented you from moving.

"Just stay down and get comfortable beautiful. I'm not coming out of here for a while."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨���𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I don't wanna get up just yet." You let out a croaked whine as you nestled closer against your equally half tired half awake husband.

"We don't have to, it's still pretty early." He told you as the arm that was wrapped around you lightly tapped on the side of your hip.

You tried to wrap one leg over Yunho's but your face grimaced as you felt the dull sting of his thrusts from the night before. Noticing your reaction, Yunho chuckled.

"Did I accidentally go too rough on you? Did I break you yet again?" He cooed mockingly at you as he pinched your nose, which made you irritated.

"N-no! I'm fine actually. In fact I'm so fine that I could probably ride you with no issues at all." You proudly boasted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then baby." He taunted you, not actually expecting you to follow through but you surprised him when you got up and pulled his shirt off you and climbed on top of him, albeit with a little difficulty but you did. Yunho watched you with a smirk as you began pumping him in your hand.

"Do you still have energy left to go for another round though?" You teased him as you gave him a tight squeeze.

"Trust me doll, I never run out of energy if it means fucking your tight pussy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"What are you doing?" You sleepily asked when you awoke to find Yeosang staring right at you.

"Admiring you before I have to go." He answered with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You both looked over at the clock, knowing that soon the house and its occupants would soon be bustling and it would be best if Yeosang snuck back into his room.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here with you." He huffed as he layed back down on the bed with you.

You swore he acted more like a child than his daughter did, confirmed by how now you tried to get him out of your bed, which he was very reluctant about.

"You'll see me later tonight anyways, it'll only be for a few hours." You reminded him as you helped him gather his clothes that had been scattered about on the floor.

"I'll miss you so much." He pouted at you.

You were about to roll your eyes but then you got an idea. Stopping him before he threw his shirt on, you sunk down to your knees and took hold back his cock which instantly got hard at your touch.

"Then let me leave you with something so you don't miss me too much.."

Yeosang shuddered when your lips kissed his head, your tongue dipping into his slit.

"And so you have something to look forward to tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Head thrown back against the softness and the pillow as lewd moans spewed out of your mouth, your fingers were tangled in the back of San's hair as he continued to swallow and suck at your nipples, his hands pressing hard against your squishy skin so he'd be able to gulp down more of your milk.

"Sannie...please." You whimpered out, yet he made no answers nor did he move from where he was. Calling out to him once more and even tugging his hair harshly, you finally got a response from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly yet went back to his previous task of breastfeeding from you.

"Stop being selfish, that milk is also for our daughter." You reminded him as you tried to move him from your chest, which resulted in him latching into your nipple with more intensity.

"You were mine before you were her mom, I think I deserve to get my fair share of enjoying your body as I want. Don't get me wrong I love our princess and I don't regret having her, but last night was the first time in a while that I finally get you all to myself and I'm going to take advantage of it."

Dipping his tongue back in between your breasts, San let out a soft chuckle as he kneaded your mounds.

"Besides you produce more than enough milk baby mama. Got your shirts getting wet patches from all the milk pouring out of your tits."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were awoken when you felt Mingi, who was still nestled inside of you, slightly pull in and out of you. You weren't too fazed by this, you guys often tried cockwarming, especially if the night before you guys were being a little naughty. There was just something heartwarming about having him stay inside you after he fucked you sore.

"Still wanna go?" Mingi asked. Even though you had explicitly told him to fuck you awake, he still wanted to make sure you'd still be up for it.

You didn't even respond, you simply pushed yourself back onto him after he had pulled out of you. Getting the hint, Mingi helped you onto all fours, which automatically excited you. Soon he was pulling moan after moan out of your mouth as his hips slammed into you from behind, one hand reaching over to stimulate you further by rubbing your clit.

"You gotta be quiet love." He teased as his other hand came over to cup over your mouth, effectively muffling all the loud noises coming out of it.

"Our angel is sleeping in the other room and if she hears us, she'll wake up."

He purposefully made it harder for you as he jolted his hips up, further ramming himself in you.

"So let's try to not get caught."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"She's going to wake up any second now." Although you tried to reason with Wooyoung, you made absolutely no attempt to get him off you. Instead you simply melted into his kisses and caresses, still high from the blissful night you two shared just a few hours ago.

"No she won't. She's been sleeping a lot more recently." He assured you as he raked his teeth along your shoulder blades, threatening to leave marks plastered on you.

"Yes but- oh fine. But we have to be quick about it..just in case." You told him.

"Quick you say? Ok then."

You let out a squeak when Wooyoung flipped over and pulled you on top of him with no warning. At first you were confused when he started shifting you around, but after he began turning you, you understood what he was aiming for. You let him guide you so your ass was right on top of his face, your dripping pussy inches away from his mouth. Bending over, you brought your mouth over to his cock, licking his shaft which made him jitter under you.

"Fuck! Oh shit." Not wanting to let you get away with teasing, Wooyoung layed his tongue flat on your lips before curling it upwards so it could flick at your clit, eliciting a response from your body.

"Remember, we gotta be quick about it. So start sucking baby."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked up amusedly, sleep still in his eyes, at your tantalizing figure that was now rutting itself against one of his thighs.

"I'm up." You simply stated while continuing to grind on him.

"I can see that very well my little vixen. And now I'm up." You both laughed quietly at his double sensed joke.

Effortlessly picking you up with his hands, Jongho settled you down on his cock, now making you grind your slick folds along his thick length that was hardening even more now.

"This horny this early love?" He raised an eyebrow at you yet never stopped moving you.

"Can't help it. You left me wanting more after last night." You shyly admitted.

"Oh? Is that so? You want more. I'll give you more."

Aligning himself on your entrance, Jongho and you simultaneously hissed, you from the stretch he gave you and he from the way your walls hugged around his shaft.

"Baby, hold onto the headboard." He instructed you and you promptly obeyed with no hesitation.

"Because I'm not going easy on you. I'm starting my morning off by fucking you dumb."

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[cultgambles]

Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

Masterlist | Requests? open

The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, ​​[Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In pais

This is dark!prince!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. It include noncon and other dark elements. Curate your consumption accordingly.

Summary: A prince visits your father’s inn.

Note: first of all, let’s make it clear that @lokislastlove​ is always responsible for Loki drivel. Secondly, I am here and there with writing, I’ve pretty much decided to write when I want to and what I want to. I’m going to stop holding myself to ridiculous schedules and deadlines that aren’t real. My anxiety is wild y’all.

Also, unofficially in my head and heart, considering this like a sister fic to  Droit du seigneur.

I hope y’all enjoy!

Let me know what you think! (Like, reblog, reply, leave some words, a gif, nonsensical emojis)

You shouldered your way out of the small barn. You were careful not to slosh the milk over the side of the bucket as you rounded the inn. The top would be skimmed and cream could be served for dessert, although your father’s tavern was not very busy that day. It was never bustling, merely a stop for most on a much longer road. Few stayed the night, usually opting for an ale and a meal before leaving.

Hooves pounded the dust and you stopped to watch the party of men on their galloping horses. You feared they would trample the fence as they neared and you backed up against the front of the inn, just feet away from the front door. Dirt powdered the air and the horse slowed before the fence that closed in the livestock.

A lithe man swung off a dark stallion, his own hair a similar shade of black that hung down his shoulders. His green cape swished around him and the other men dismounted with less grace. One of them approached; noblemen by the velvet of their capes and the silver on their belts.

“Rooms for the night,” He jangled a purse as his wavy orange hair fell forward over his brow. “And as much wine as you have.”

“We’ve more ale than wine,” You returned as you shifted the weight of the pail.

“Either will do,” The taller man with the black hair strode forward and slapped his gloves against his palm. His lip curled as he peered up at the inn. “I suppose we’ll have to take what we can get here.”

You looked between them and the other men traipsed behind as they chattered noisily. The black-haired noble looked down at you sharply.

“Well, little mouse, take your milk and prepare our quarters,” He nodded to the other man who waved the purse in your direction. “Or do you only tend to the animals?”

“My lord,” You cradled the bucket with one arm and snatched the purse. “All will be arranged. I will inform the inkeep of your arrival.”

“I suppose venison would be out of the question,” He ventured.

“Rabbit or hen.” You countered. “My lord.”

“Your highness, actually,” He corrected. “Prince, if you must.”

You squeezed the purse and nodded as your brows twitched. “Your highness.” You repeated and bowed as well as you could with your armful. “If you follow me, might take a left after we enter and seat yourself in the common room.”

You spun on your heel and continued your path to the front door. You pushed through with your hip and called to Celeste. “Party of five. Is there any wine left?”

“We’ve a cask from Mirraine,” She said. “Bitter red.”

“Fetch that and a barrel of ale,” You passed the front counter where she sat and wove thread around a frame. “And show these lords to the tables. I’ll tell Giles to hurry.”

“And your father?” She asked.

“He’s your husband.” You shrugged. “I thought he was still abed.”

“I wouldn’t blame him for hiding there for your nagging,” She stood. “He is in the kitchen.”

You stopped as she neared the end of the counter and lowered your voice. “Save that sharp tongue for me, stepmother. A prince will not be so tolerant.”

“Prince?” Her lashes fluttered and she smoothed her apron. “Perhaps you should bide your own warning.”

She brushed past you and you continued down the hallway between the counter and the stairs that led to the mostly vacant rooms. You swung the door open with your foot and passed through to plop the pail on the table within. Giles yawned as he sat on a stool and stared at the fire stove. Your father swirled a stein and watched the foam thin.

“We’ve customers. Rooms and dinner, expected.” You announced. “Noblemen… and a prince.”

Your father’s stein slammed on the table. He blanched and Giles gave another disinterested yawn.

“What’s on the spit today?” Your father hissed at the cook.

“Rabbit?” Giles frowned. “I think.”

“Aye, you fool,” Your father smacked the back of his head. “A prince you said?”

“Yes. Black hair. I suppose it is the younger.” You answered.

“Loki,” Your father coughed. “Shit.”

“You know a prince, father?” You challenged.

“Know of him,” Your father said. “Don’t be a mare, daughter.”

“There should be enough cream for a dessert.” You offered. “We’ve flour. A pastry could be devised.”

“Where is your mother?”

“Your wife? Why she’s entertaining the prince and his men.” You scoffed. “Think I saw her pinch her cheeks to try to get some colour back in her jowls.”

“Don’t be so crass. Go, send her to bake the dessert then and take some cups for our guests.” Your father spat. “And smile. You look at the prince like that and he might march us all to the scaffold.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous,” You grabbed a tray and loaded it with empty steins and a few goblets. “If anything, it will be Celeste who has us whipped.”

Your father snorted darkly and you turned with your fare. You pushed through the door once more and made your way to the front room where the men sat around one of the round tables. You neared as your stepmother giggled, a piglike noise, and you stopped beside her.

“Father would have you prepare dessert,” You said to Celeste as you neared. “Did you send for the kegs?”

“The stable boy had run to fetch them,” She sneered. “You might have rolled the dough yourself.”

“I might have,” You tilted your head. “But I do as my father bids me. As you vowed to do, did you not?”

She huffed and left you. Godwin appeared with a dark cask in hand and lugged it to a table. He wiped his forehead, his lanky arms trembling. “I’ll have the ale shortly, miss,” He panted. “And a tap.”

“Thank you, Godwin,” You said and you didn’t miss his lingering gaze. 

He’d been sweet on you for years, even after you’d rebuffed him at the harvest feast last season. You placed your tray behind the cask and waited. Godwin returned, breathless and beet red as he dragged the barrel. You helped him lift it beside the cask and took the tap from him.

“Go see to the horses.” You said. “Find a brush if you can.”

You watched him go and crossed back to the table of nobles. “I’ve enough wine for you each to have at least a cup and more than enough ale to go around. So what shall I fetch you, my lords? And your highness?” You bowed your head at Prince Loki.

“Wine,” The prince spoke first.

Only one other requested wine and you went about your duty. You served Loki first and then his men. They grew louder as you left them to their drinking and you went through to the kitchen to check in on your measly staff.

“Don’t serve them the heels, you dolt,” Your father snarled at Giles. “And trim the mold off the cheese.”

“Ah, I see, only the finest for the royal prince.” You mused.

“Don’t,” Your father rounded the table. “Help your mother.”

“Your wife,” You insisted once more as you watched Celeste beat the dough.

The door swung behind you as your father left and you neared your stepmother. She seemed as angry at the dough as she usually was at you.

“Don’t you dare touch it,” She warned. “You’ll ruin it.”

“I’ll ruin it,” You rolled your eyes. “Sure.”

“A prince. Imagine it.” She went on as she folded the dough. “Here, of all places. Just hope your father doesn’t join them for a pint.”

“Ha, as if they’d have him.” You shook your head.

“You’re one to talk about being had,” Celeste hissed. “If we don’t find you a husband soon, I don’t even think the convent will take you.”

“You think my father is a prize, do you?”

The door swung and you turned as you father stomped through. “Aye, what they say has to be true. Sly little bugger. Tongue on him.” He adjusted his belt below his stomach. “Daughter.” He waved to the door. “Go keep the drink flowing. That prince did not think the wine so sweet from my hand.”

“The dessert--”

“Don’t be wise with me,” He warned. “The prince wants you serving his meal this evening. He paid me good coin for it, so go out and see if you can’t get more.”

You hid a scowl and sidled past your father. You wiped the irritation from your brow and returned to the common room. You neared the table and folded your hands over your apron.

“Your highness, my lords? Do you require another round?”

“Do you have water without scum?” The prince asked. “If not, I’ll take some of that milk you dragged in.”

“I’ll fetch you some milk, your highness,” You returned. “And you, sirs?”

“We can work a tap,” The one with orange hair said. “Or figure it out. Thank you, lady.”

“She sweeps the hay, Hugh, she’s not a lady.” The prince snickered. “Milkmaid, I await my second round.”

You did your best to smile, not your best skill, but you tried for fear you might growl. You returned to the kitchen and filled a cup with milk. You skimmed the top and swept back out before your stepmother could notice you. You went back to the prince’s table and set down the cup lightly.

“Your highness.” Another man had risen and bent at the barrel to fill his stein. “Your dinner will be out, shortly.”

“Mmm, I’ve not tasted rabbit since before Easter.” He said. “Always rather unappetizing but you peasants are resourceful.”

“Your highness.” 

You dipped your head and backed away. You stood by the wall and stared at the one opposite as the men’s voices garbled in your ears. You waited until you smelled the roasting meat and you marched to the kitchen. Giles divided the meat onto plates with sliced bread, chunks of cheese and slightly singed potatoes.

You took two and went to the front room to serve. You placed one before the prince first, he watched you with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair and you set the other down carefully. You made another two trips until the table was full and the men were chewing between their bawdy words.

Your father appeared shortly after and asked how the men liked the food. All but the prince kept chewing and grunted in delight. Loki however made a comment about the chewiness of the meat. He was likely right but this wasn’t exactly a royal castle. It was a roadside inn where most of the patrons patched their clothing and would settle for a stick of salted meat and moldy bread.

When their plates were empty, you cleared them and dumped them in the basin in the kitchen. Celeste fretted over whipping the cream as her pastries cooled. She dolloped the cream onto them and acknowledged you with a snort.

“That prince is handsome but a right arse.” She muttered. “Your father said he didn’t like the rabbit. I mixed the seasoning myself.”

“Mm,” You took two plates and turned away. “Well you don’t have to tend to him.”

“If I was your age, he might just like that,” She snipped. “If you didn’t look like you were chewing on salt, he might give you a second glance.”

You didn’t respond and carried on. You delivered the six dishes in several trips and refilled a few steins as the men dug in. The barrel was close to empty, the cask too. They’d made quick work of your father’s meagre fare.

The prince beckoned you over, as he had many times, two fingers flicking you over as your father hovered in the next room by the counter. You went to him and lowered your chin as you recited a “your highness.”

“I would hope to retire soon. A bath should be drawn as well.” He bid.

“Certainly, I’ll have Godwin--”

“You,” He pointed at you with a long finger. “You’re a strong girl, you can handle it yourself.”

“With all due respect, your highness, I think it more appropriate--”

“I think I gave you an order,” He stood and reached to his belt and dug around in his purse. “And it would not go unrewarded. Good service never does.” He flipped the coin then held it out to you. You glared at it.

“Your highness,” Your father approached. “Is there an issue?”

“Not at all, I was only requesting that your daughter draw my bath for the evening.” He smirked. “I did offer her compensation for the task.”

“And she will tend to that immediately,” You father took the coin and your hand and pressed them together. “Right, daughter? You might get the water boiling.”

“Yes, father.” You bit down. “Your highness.”

You drew your hand away and bowed your head. You backed away and quickly skirted off to the kitchen. You snapped at Giles to grab the big pot and send Godwin for water. Celeste grinned up at you as she bit into one of the pastries.

“He is demanding, isn’t he? I’m almost ready to see my own bed for the night since my duties are all done.” She taunted.

“You might do better there. Out of the way of those who actually work.” You jibed.

She flinched and blew cream at you angrily. You kept clear of the mess and Godwin returned with the big pot of water. It was hung in the large fireplace and you waited listlessly for it to boil.

You lugged the first pot up and dumped it into the long tub in the chambers set out for the prince. You descended and repeated the process; another pot up the stairs, steaming up your arms. 

The door was closed that time and you knocked with your toe. The prince opened it, his leather vest half unbuttoned.

“Ah, I did think there would be more to it,” He sneered.

“Your highness.” You said.

He backed up to let you through and you poured the pot into the tub, careful not to splash yourself with the water. He let you back out and your third pot was soon shaking over the flames. When you returned to him again, his vest was gone and his tunic hung low on his chest.

The fourth, and his belt was gone, his tunic too, and his undershirt was all that covered his torso. The fifth, his boots gone, socks too. The sixth, leggings slung over the single chair and he stood in only his undershirt. It hung to his thigh and you feared it might shift a little too much.

“Would you like some cold water to ease the heat, your highness?” You asked as you turned back to the door. 

He was quick, his long legs carried him to the door before you could reach it. He caught the wood and blocked you from the hall.

“I like it hot.” He said. “You can set the pot down and tend to my bath.”

“I have, your highness.” You insisted.

“You’ve filled it, yes,” His brow slanted. “But since I’ve traveled without my attendant, I haven’t anyone to scrub me clean and your inn has done little to cleanse me of the filth of the road.”

“You paid me to bring you water--”

“I paid you a pretty coin for that then,” He interjected, “And I paid your father enough that he told me you are free of your other tasks for the night. You will see to me.” He pushed the door closed. “I know you’ve likely never met a prince before, most certainly haven’t. There’s only two of us.” He loomed over you. “But I trust you know a prince’s word is as good as law.”

He pushed himself away and spun away from you. Your eyes flew up as he grabbed his undershirt and ripped it up over his head. The fabric fluttered to the floor and you clutched the handle of the pot. Your father would sell you like some cattle; you were only surprised he’d waited for a prince to do so.

“Well, put that pot down and grab a sponge. I will soak a while first but I expect you to be prepared. Diligent.” He hummed as he leaned back in the hot water. “I know you are only used to common merchants.”

You were silent. You placed the pot on the floor but stayed by the door. You slowly moved along the wall and went to the pail in the corner of the room next to the low table. You bent and took the sponge from within and the spouted wooden cup. You lingered in the corner and dreaded the moment he would call to you.

“I must admit, I know little of your...bearing. I do tend to avoid the unwashed masses.” The water moved as he spoke. “I mean, your ilk don’t bathe very much, do they?”

“Every Sunday after chapel.” You said evenly. “We gather at the river.”

“We? All of you? Like beasts.” He laughed.

“The women. Children, too. The men bathe during the week.” You explained. “But I suppose a prince might wash more often.”

“I do find the hot water as calming as it is cleansing,” He replied. “Why, it is Thursday. You worked hard today. Another few days is long to wait.”

You squeezed the sponge and pressed it to the cup.

“A prince must be generous,” He began slyly. “So for this day my act of royal charity is to share with you, a common girl, my bath.”

“Your highness, I don’t think--”

“I did not ask and it is unseemly to deny a prince his favour.” He rebuked. “So you get over here and you wash yourself.” He looked over his shoulder dangerously. “I would rather you clean.”

You crossed the room and kept your back to the prince as you passed and stood at the other end of the tub. You placed the cup by the tub and tucked the sponge inside. You straightened and untied your apron. You moved to put it on the seat of the chair. Then you unlaced the collar of your dress and paused. You took a breath before you pulled it over your head.

You bent to loosen your boots. Your stockings were as reluctantly shed. You rose, left with only your shift. The water swirled noisily. Your father had never been much of one. He worked you morning to night, he never thanked you for a deed you did, and he barely noticed your presence unless it served his needs. You weren’t surprised, nor disappointed, you were only annoyed at the circumstance.

You drew your shift up your legs and bunched it in your hands. You tore it off in a final swoop of resignation. You stood, your chest rising and falling, as you stared at the far wall. You gritted your teeth and forced down the nerves.

“Well, that was… dramatic,” He remarked. “But really, the water is bound to cool before you touch it.”

You spun around and marched to the tub. You reached to the brim but refused to look at the water or him. You lifted a leg over the edge and he let out a hum. You lowered your other leg into the steaming water as he sat up.

“Go on,” He said. “Clean yourself. I can smell the sty on you.”

You bent over the side and grabbed the sponge from cup. You focused on wetting it and scrubbing at your skin. You stretched out your arms, lifted one leg then the other, and rubbed your chest raw. Your eyes clung to the ceiling. The water shifted and the shadows around you did too.

He stood and grabbed your hand. He guided it to his chest and kept the sponge moving in circles. You looked at his face as he smirked at you. His other hand tickled your side. He let go of you and you kept going; across his shoulders, his neck, his arms, his chest, his stomach. 

He caught your wrist and squeezed until you dropped the sponge. He pushed your palm to his member; it was hard as he slid his hand around yours and bent your fingers. His touch danced up your back and settled behind your neck as he pulled you close.

“I know you’ve never touched a prince like this before,” He said. “But what about another man? Hmm?”

You gulped as you looked him in the eyes. You shook your head defiantly. He moved your hand up then back down. His cheek twitched and he let out a thick breath. He kept your hand moving along his member as his grip tightened on your neck. He leaned in until his lips almost met yours.

“I’ve never had a woman, princesses, duchesses, ladies, queens, even, look at my the way you do,” He snarled. “And it has me mad.”

“I don’t know what you mean--”

“You despise me. You don’t even know me,” His lips brushed yours. “But you know I am a prince, I am your superior, and you curl your lip at me.”

“I don’t--”

He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you hungrily as the steam floated around your bodies. He kept your grasp firm on him as he carried the motion steadily. He groaned into your mouth and suddenly let go. He held your head with both hands as if to devour you. You stumbled in the tub, held up only by his unbreakable grip.

He parted as his long fingers framed your jaw. His green eyes burned into yours as you gaped at him. He kissed you again, this time nibbling your lip as he drew away. He snarled as he did and his hand slipped down your shoulders and lingered on your chest. He pinched one nipple then the other and his fingers crawled lower.

His other hand settled on your throat as his finger poked between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together and he gave a growl. It was a warning. He slid along your folds and teased your sensitive bud. You gasped as he was close to choking you entirely.

He prodded along your entrance and delved inside. You nearly bit your tongue as you closed your mouth and grabbed his arm to keep from slipping. Your eyes rounded as he grinned. He moved his hand slowly as you felt a ripple along your thighs.

“Inexperienced but not innocent,” He purred. “Darling, you feel wonderful.”

You clawed at his bicep as he rocked his hand against you, your body shaking in tandem. You wanted to hate it. You had to hate it and yet it felt so good.

“Turn around,” He commanded as he ripped his hand from between your legs. “Now.”

He released you entirely and you stumbled back and caught yourself on the side of the sub. He stroked himself as he watched you and spun his finger in the air. You turned, slowly. You leaned heavily on the side of the tub as your legs felt likely jelly and your core pulsed hungrily. You wanted more and yet you wanted to run away.

He slapped your ass. Hard. Your knees buckled. He gripped your hips and steadied you. He stepped closer and rubbed his member against your ass. His hand ran along your flesh and he guided his tip down. He reached your entrance and inhaled suddenly. He held himself there, barely touching you as his fingers curled into your hip.

“It’ll hurt. At first.” He rasped. “But that only makes the pleasure…” He slid past your entrance slowly and you stretched around him. You squeaked in shock. “...greater.”

The deeper he got, the harder it was to measure your voice. He was right about the pain. More, more, more; you feared it wouldn’t stop. When he did, when he reached his limit, you were bent over, hands on the side of the tub, bracing yourself as you were afraid your legs would collapse.

He pulled back and slammed into you again. You cried out, loudly, and clapped your hand over your mouth. He chuckled and did it again. His wet flesh reverberated against yours. He did it, again, again, again. Each time he paused and basked in the sound; basked in your murmurs as you struggled not to scream.

“You are tight, darling,” He groaned. 

You quivered and held onto the tub as your body was jolted by his. He rutted into you quicker and quicker. He was insatiable and each time he thrust, his hunger seemed to deepen. His voice turned animalistic and his fingers got firmer around your hips. The water splashed around your legs and added to the medley of lurid sounds.

You arched your back as the waves swelled within you and you felt them cresting, ready to crash. You hissed through gritted teeth and your voice cracked as you exclaimed. The feeling was overwhelming, the sensation stifling as it filled your veins. Your eyes rolled back and you hung your head as your walls pulsed around his member.

“Ah, darling, I feel you,” His hands slipped up to your waist and he pulled you back against you as he rammed into even harder. “That’s it… bend for your prince.”

He grunted as he bent over you and hooked his arm around your stomach. He stood and drew you up with him. You were on your toes as he jerked into you violently, his other hand on your chest as he pressed his cheek to yours. His voice swirled in your head and added to the heat in your core.

“That’s it, that’s it…” He chanted as his flesh slapped against yours.

You clawed at his thigh as he hammered into you and finally he slowed with a surprised cry. His hips spasmed and you felt a sudden swell of warmth inside of you. You trembled as he slowed and stilled your body. You were breathless but buoyant. You’d never felt so light yet heavy at the same time. He was the only strength left to you as he held you up.

“Well, look at you,” He tickled your stomach with his fingers. “Dirty, all over again.”

[empyreanwritings]

A Different Side to You

Pairing: Angel!Sam Wilson x Demon!Reader

Word Count: 7k (yall this is my longest fic that isn’t a series, i’m crying)

Warnings: definitely some blasphemous talk, blood and gore, mentions of sacrifices, language

Summary: You like to get under Sam’s skin because he makes it easy, but he doesn’t realize just how far you’ll really go to make sure he’s safe.

A/N: Hello friends! This is my submission for @buckysknifecollection​ writing challenge, congrats again on reaching 3k bby cause you deserve every follower and more! My prompt was Flirting in Inappropriate Places, and I tried to be as interesting with it as I could asdlkfjd ! Please let me know what y’all think! I crave attention xx

Divider by @whimsicalrogers​ - check them out bc their edits are amazing x

"Do you pray, or is that kind of redundant given your direct line to the big man?"

Sam refused to look over at the intruder. It was bad enough you felt the need to bother him with your presence again but to do it in a church? He feared if he looked over at you, he'd throw the hymnal straight at your thick skull. That kind of behavior was unbecoming for God's favorite, and he knew better than to test his father's patience - even if you tested his own daily.

You sighed dramatically, and he heard the familiar click of your heels as you walked down the center aisle. You traced your finger against the armrest of the pews; your nails dipped in black paint occasionally leaving a small scratch on them. The wood was old and soft, it was easy to leave marks behind, and it made you smile knowing they wouldn't be able to buff it out without ruining the wood altogether. A church marked by a demon. How sad.

For the last year, you brought it upon yourself to cause trouble to Sam. Nat told you not to bother with him; she knew her father would protect him at all costs, but you couldn't stop yourself. There was something about Sam that made every part of your body feel hot - and not in the Hellfire kind of way. Maybe it was his strong will or those arms. Either way, you enjoyed bugging him because you knew you'd make him crack eventually.

It was too hard to resist you, ask any man or woman who was allowed to live after a nightly encounter with you.

"I have to say," you leaned against the pew directly in front of Sam and crossed your arms over your chest, "Orange really is your color, Sammy. I don't think I've ever seen you look so delicious before."

"Can you not flirt with me in a house of worship? It's bad enough that you are here," he hissed. "Do not disrespect my father by flirting with me as well."

"Touchy, touchy. I can see I've struck a nerve, so I'll tell you why I'm here."

Sam's brows raised, and for once, he seemed intrigued by what you had to say. "Oh? It's not to bother me?"

Part of your visit was to bother him, you couldn't deny that, but it was mostly a professional visit. Nat needed to return to Hell and deal with a few demons who were stirring up trouble. The longer Nat stayed on Earth, the more restless they became down below. Some of them even went as far as to say Nat was no longer their queen and wanted to overthrow her. And, of course, she couldn't let that happen, so she left you in charge of any earthly factions trying to rise up while she went down to control the chaos. You hated being left behind, but the company wasn't terrible.

The only way you could really get the demons on Earth under control was if you had Lilith's knife. It was the only knife capable of truly killing a demon, not just send them back to Hell to crawl their way out again. After the war between the angels and demons, the angels took the knife and hid it so no being could ever wield its power again, and you knew Sam was there when Steve hid it.

You suggested a trade: Sam loaned you Lilith's knife in exchange for one of your Souls. No one would ever be willing to give up a soul they took in a deal, but if it meant you'd get your hands on the knife, you would do it.

"Are you out of your mind?" Sam roared, his cool exterior finally cracking at your audacity to ask something of him. "You really think I am going to hand over Lilith's knife to you? You know very well that knife doesn't just kill demons, Y/N."

"I would never use it on you, you drama queen." You paused, and a wicked smile spread across your face. "Unless you asked me to, of course."

He scoffed. You felt the disgust rolling off him, and you tried not to be annoyed that the sheer thought of being with you made him feel sick. You weren't looking for him to love you, or anything like that, but he didn't have to act like sleeping with you was so terrible. It wasn't as if you could get any sort of disease - perks of being a demon, after all.

"I am not giving you the knife, so you might as well leave."

"I can wait," you purred and left your spot on the pew to explore the sanctuary. You knew it would bother Sam if you stayed any longer, so you were going to milk your time there.

The church was one of the oldest in the city. You never fully understood the separate denominations of the church, but you noticed Baptists put less work into their churches than others. The pews were old, the fabric on them was a faded green that was torn in some spots. The white walls were slightly yellowed and peeling in the corners, but you only noticed if you focused long enough. It helped that the lights, which you could see dust hanging from the top of them, were dimmed. The blue carpet on the stage was the only thing that seemed new, and even that didn't seem to be in the best condition.

You walked over to the podium, and from the corner of your eye, you could see Sam tense up. You smirked and continued on. A worn bible sat on top of it; there were tabs sticking out the side, marking several pages for future sermons, you assumed. You grabbed the end of one and flipped it to the marked page, running your fingers across the lines.

You opened your mouth to start reading, but Sam appeared in front of you almost instantly. He slammed the bible closed, barely giving you time to yank your hand back. He knew exactly what you were doing, and he refused to let you speak the words of his father.

Touchy, touchy, you thought.

Sam grabbed your elbow to escort you out, but you whirled around and faced him head on. You pressed your chest against his; you were so close, your nose brushed the tip of his. He hated being this close to you, but he made no sign of backing down. God's favorite was one of the proudest as well. A deadly sin, you chose to remind him.

He watched your eyes flick down to his lips and back to his eyes in a matter of seconds. It happened so quickly, he thought he imagined it, but he knew better. You were shameless.

"I guess I'll get going now, Sammy," you hummed as you trailed your finger down his chest. "Please wear this sweater the next time I see you. Like I said, orange is your color."

You disappeared without another word, and the breath escaped Sam's lips in a cough. Well, it was less of a cough, and more of a strangled gasp. You really had a way of getting under his skin, and he hated admitting that to himself.

He knew one thing was certain, he couldn't let you get Lilith's knife. No matter your intentions.

"What are they doing?"

You jumped at the sound of Sam's voice, thinking you were caught by one of the people you spied on, but instantly relaxed when you saw him standing behind you. You glanced back at the scene in front of you - an altar with fake skulls the group probably bought at Michael's, red fabric thrown carelessly around everything, and three men in black cloaks mumbling to themselves about Lucifer. A woman was tied to the table directly in the middle. She squirmed and screamed for someone to help her, but no one was around these parts for miles, and the group knew it. It was why they picked this spot in the first place.

"Virgin sacrifice," you grumbled. "I could smell the stench of goat's blood miles away, so I popped in to see what they were doing."

"You can't just let them-"

"Relax, Sammy. I'm going to stop them. I actually hate human sacrifices." You turned around and smiled wide when you looked over at Sam. His brows furrowed, confused by your sudden change in mood, but when your eyes looked down at his shirt, he knew what you were about to say. "You're wearing orange."

He rolled his eyes. "I had nothing else to wear."

"You're wearing orange because I said you looked good in it, aren't you? Don't be embarrassed, Sammy, you look absolutely-"

"Don't you have a virgin sacrifice to interrupt?"

Your mouth formed an 'o' as if you just remembered why you were here. You told him to wait one moment before you disappeared behind the red fabric.

Screams filled the abandoned warehouse, but they didn't belong to the woman. The stench of blood and mutilated flesh hung in the air around Sam. It was a smell he was sure you were used to, but he almost lost his lunch thanks to it. When the screaming stopped, Sam thought the worst of it was over until he heard one of the boys beg for their lives. A wretched sob and a plea to be better interrupted by the sound of him choking on his own blood.

You escorted the woman out quietly. The poor thing trembled in your arms, yet it seemed you weren't the thing she was terrified of. You may have been a demon, but the monsters were the men willing to sacrifice her in the name of someone who didn't want human sacrifices to begin with. Well, Nat only liked sacrifices if the one dying was wicked, but that was another story.

The woman thanked you, tears and snot streaming down her face as she clutched onto your torso. You grimaced but did not pull away. Human comfort wasn’t something you fully understood, but you knew she needed a good hug right now, so you let it slide.

"Is there anything I can do to repay you?" She sobbed.

Sam shook his head. He knew what you were about to say - she could offer her soul in exchange for helping her. Demons were all the same. They acted like what they did was for the benefit of others, but it always came at a price. A price the humans could barely afford. And just when he started to believe you did this out of whatever goodness you had in your heart, you were going to prove to him that you were just like every other demon.

"You owe me nothing." He sucked in a sharp breath. That wasn't what he was expecting at all. "Except…maybe don't go on dates with people you meet in cemeteries. This is New Orleans, you can meet better men at the bars."

She nodded and made her way out of the warehouse. You weren't worried about her spreading the tale of what happened today because she could be accused of murder if she did. No one would ever buy the tale that a demon swooped in and killed everyone just to save her. The witches of the French Quarter might, but they weren't lawyers who could bust her out of jail.

You noticed Sam staring at you and huffed. "What? Do you not approve of me killing those bastards?"

"No, I…" He trailed off for a moment, eyes wandering over every inch of your blood covered body.  He wasn't looking at you but trying to look through you and understand why you would do something like spare that woman's soul. "I don't understand why you didn't make a deal with that woman."

You shrugged. You felt no need to explain yourself to him.

"Wait, when you offered to exchange a soul for Lilith's knife, did you even have a soul to offer?"

"Several."

"Ones that aren't centuries old."

"Why does it matter how old they are? A soul is a soul, right?"

It hit Sam that you probably haven't made a deal since you first became a demon. There was a time where Nat required every demon to make deals with people, but even she grew bored of the lifestyle. Many demons continued making deals and ruining people's lives, but Sam wondered when you stopped - and why. You spent most of your days following him around just to bother him, which meant you didn't have much time to harvest souls of the innocent. So, why? Why did you stop, and why did you make it seem like it wasn't a big deal?

You turned away to avoid any questions he was inevitably going to throw at you. You walked around the body parts and looked through the trinkets they gathered for the sacrifice. It was a long shot, but you wanted to see if they got their hands on Lilith's knife. A small bubble of excitement burst in you when you saw a black dagger resting on the table, but you knew it wasn't the right one as soon as you touched it. No magic, no power. Just a boring kitchen knife dipped in paint.

He watched you look around in disappointment. Questions bombarded his mind, made him wonder what else he didn't know about you - what else he might have gotten wrong. You were still a demon, though, and he would never be able to look past that.

When your search turned up empty, you focused right back on Sam and the dark orange V-neck he wore. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he wore that shirt for you. And you knew it.

"So," you began with a smile, "I find it adorable that you are wearing more orange for me. Very fall…very romantic, if you ask me."

"I didn't wear it for you," he quipped. "I told you, I had nothing else to wear."

"Mhm, so you said. Well, if you don't like it, you could always just take it off. I wouldn't mind." You ran your finger along his exposed collarbone, and he quickly swatted at your hand.

"There is nothing sexy about you asking me to take off my shirt when it smells like blood."

You giggled, something that should have been adorable yet somehow sounded evil coming from your lips. "You'll get used to it after a while, but I'll let you change the subject for now. I know it's probably not good for God's favorite to be aroused at the idea of taking me on a sacrificial altar."

Sam deadpanned, and you practically howled out a laugh. He made it far too easy to get under his skin. As much as you would have liked for him to ravish you then and there, you were perfectly satisfied knowing you managed to annoy him. It was the second greatest pleasure in your life, next to torturing evil assholes who thought the world belonged to them.

You tried to turn the conversation back to Lilith's knife. You hoped that your display of mercy would make him willing to give up its location, but he stood his ground. He vowed to never let you see the knife, even if you did swear not to use it on the angels. The knife's power was too much for one to handle; he couldn't guarantee that after you used it on the rowdy demon faction, you wouldn't just turn around and use it on him or his brothers. Once the knife got a taste for blood, it always wanted more.

No matter what you told him about the threats of war in Hell and on Earth, he refused you. His stubbornness made your jaw clench, but you knew when to pick your battles. When the precious humans were in danger, he would be willing to give it up. Despite not wanting for it to get that bad, you knew it was the only way.

So, you'd wait, and until then, you'd drive him crazy with your flirtatious comments.

The next few days were…off, to say the least. You spent a lot of your time trying to get a feel for Sam's godly aura - something that had a distinct smell and feel to it most angels didn't even realize - but there was nothing. Every corner you turned, every chapel you visited, was hollow. Cold and empty, much like the feeling in your chest the longer you didn't see him. You knew it was possible he was just avoiding you, but you couldn't help but feel a little dreadful.

If something happened to Sam, you'd unleash Hell on earth. You would rip through every being you had to in order to get to him. The heavens haven't seen true bloodshed until you've put your mind to it, especially if you were going to avenge your non-existent lover.

But as you sat in one of Sam's favorite sanctuaries, you wondered if he had finally grown tired of your games. He was an angel after all, and you were nothing but a demon. Scum of the earth; knight of darkness and destruction. A small voice in the back of your head reminded you that you would never be any more to him. You looked around and realized, he might not have been missing at all, he may have just decided you were no longer worthy of his presence. You weren't sure which idea hurt more, and you didn't really want to take time to analyze it.

The funny thing about sadness is that it eats you from the inside. The harder you try to push it down, the more power you seem to give it. Even as you sat there, staring at the ethereal paintings on the ceiling, you couldn't stop the sadness from burning a hole into your heart. You closed your eyes and exhaled, feeling the heat from all the Bibles burning around you. And you smiled - not fully, but enough to push down the sadness once more.

"Where is my brother?" You opened your eyes and looked over at Steve, who went to work trying to put out the small fires you set. "For the love of dad, did you really have to burn the Bibles? You could have gone for the hymnals, at least!"

You hummed disinterestedly. "Why are you asking me about Sammy? I figured he went back to Heaven by now."

"He hasn't been home in months, but he usually checked in with me. I haven't heard from him in days now."

Okay, so maybe he was missing, and maybe you were too quick to start throwing yourself a pity party, but could anyone blame you? No one had to know you were willing to burn down a church simply because you thought Sam abandoned you.

"The last I saw Sam he was alive and well, I can promise you," you purred just to get under Steve's skin. "If I'm being honest, though, I haven't seen him since then. He usually pops up to scold me when I start trouble, and I did everything I could to get his attention! I even kicked a toddler, and he never came. I should have realized he could never get bored with me; obviously someone has taken him."

Steve blinked several times, trying his best to process your words. He didn't know where to start - the fact that you both tend to end up in each other's company willingly or that you would go so far as to kick a toddler to see him. He shook his head. How Sam managed to put up with your antics was beyond Steve. He always told his brother that a demon like you wasn't worth watching over, but Sam always had one excuse or another. Lately, he claimed it was to make sure you didn't find Lilith's knife, but even that excuse was flimsy at best.

He wanted to be in your company, and it baffled Steve most of all.

"I'm not going to touch any of that," he quickly shook his head and tried to push the disturbing thoughts out of his head. "Nat said there was rebellion going on in Hell. Do you think demons might have taken him to get under her skin?"

"I wouldn't put it past them, but I honestly think if the demon faction on Earth kidnapped him it's because they want Lilith's knife."

"And let me guess you want me to give it to you."

You nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "If demons are behind Sammy's disappearance, they need to be taken out. Lilith's knife can do that, and you know it!"

"You think I'm foolish enough to give a blade that can kill demons and angels to a psychotic demon with stabbing tendencies?" Steve scoffed. "You're off your rocker even more than usual."

A moment passed, and your passive façade finally cracked. You kicked Steve, full force against his abdomen, and sent him flying towards the altar. He caught himself before he landed on the podium, but he didn't have enough time to block your next blow to his side. You knew it was enough to knock the air from his lungs and catch him off guard, so you quickly grabbed his throat and forced him to his knees. His angel strength usually made him an even match, but your rage was the one thing fueling you. It was too much for him to fight off.

You squeezed until he was gasping for air and slapping at your hands. His eyes grew wide when he looked up at you and realized you were in full demon form - eyes black, teeth pointed behind your sinister snarl, and your skin slowly flaking off and turning to ash. He had never seen you like this, and for once, he feared his life despite knowing you couldn't really kill him.

You leaned in close, letting him get a good whiff of the rotted flesh and brimstone. "Let me make something very clear, Michael, you will give me that knife because the longer you wait, the more danger my Sammy may be in. And if he gets hurt, I will tear the world apart until it rains blood for eternity. You and your daddy will have nothing to protect anymore, do you understand me?"

Steve shuddered as you dropped him to the floor. The use of his real name never brought a chill down his spine until it came from your lips. He knew, somewhere deep inside of him, that you no longer wanted the knife for yourself; you wanted it to end those who dared to take Sam away from you.

Realization dawned on him in that moment. You loved him. It was something he never knew a demon could be capable of, but your protectiveness…your anger…it all made sense now. You wouldn't let anything happen to Sam, and he knew giving you the knife wouldn't be the worst idea. The other angels might frown upon it, but they wouldn't question Steve's judgement. He'd make them understand why he had to, and why you were somehow the most trustworthy person to take it.

"I'll get you the knife," he gasped. "You find out where my brother is, and I will meet you there with the knife."

You slowly turned back into your "presentable" self at his words. The relief that you wouldn't have to torture the information out of Steve flooded you. Sam would be incredibly unhappy if he knew you hurt his family, even if it was a little deserved.

"I can find out within the hour, I have someone who owes me a few favors," you replied. "Keep an eye out for my text. I'll give you the coordinates on where to find me once I know."

Without another word, you disappeared, off to cause trouble wherever you needed to. Steve stood there, hands dropped at his side and a deep sigh escaping his lips. There was one problem to your plan: he didn't have a phone.

The moon just started to rise when you stepped through the dilapidated gates of the cemetery. Fog clung to the ground, making everything damp and humid. Bits of leaves stuck to the bottom of your boots as you walked, but you didn't care. You just wanted to get to Sam.

You felt in your element, oddly enough. Surrounded by darkness, Lilith's knife grasped tightly in your hand. You knew the night would end in a blood bath. The demons weren't going to let Sam go willingly, and you mentally prepared yourself for what he was about to witness. If you lost control, even for a split second, your true form would come out again. You knew he would never love you anyways, but once he got a real look at you, whatever tiny amount of hope you clung onto would be squashed.

None of it mattered, though. You only cared for Sam's safety.

The faction waited for you in one of the larger mausoleums. They almost seemed too relaxed as you walked in, as if the party couldn't start until you arrived. You glanced over and saw Sam bound, gagged, and tossed in the corner. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and not let the rage consume you over the sight of him.

Mystique, the leader of the faction, casually hopped down from the top of the stone casket and made her way to you. Her movements reminded you of a lioness, calm and in control as she stalked closer to her prey. She wasn't scared of you, and that was the one thing you were hoping for; you wanted her to underestimate just how cruel you could be.

She walked around you in circles, taking in your presence with a hungry grin on her face. Her eyes lingered on Lilith's knife longer than anywhere else, but she made no advances to take it from you.

"I see you brought the knife," she practically purred in delight. "I'm surprised the angels were so willing to hand it over, but I see kidnapping one of their own was the best way to get their attention."

"You weren't just trying to get their attention," you replied calmly. "You were trying to get mine as well."

"Well, I did have a feeling taking your lover boy would get you here."

You refused to look back at Sam, even though you wanted to. You had to lie your way out of her trap, and you wouldn't be able to contain yourself if you made eye contact with him in this moment. And you wouldn't be able to hide any of your emotions from Mystique.

"He means nothing to me. He was just a means to get Lilith's knife."

As the words left your mouth, your chest started to ache. You silently prayed - something you never thought you could bring yourself to do - that Sam wouldn't believe your words. Whether he ever planned on loving you back or not, you didn't want him to think you only saw him as a means to an end. If he never gave you the knife, you wouldn't have cared because you got to spend time with him. That was more than enough for you.

"For a demon, you're a terrible liar," Mystique sneered. "I've been watching you two. I know the truth, and honestly? I feel a little sad for you, Y/N."

Your lips formed a tight line, and you took a slow breath through your nose. "Why is that?"

"Because you're dumb enough to think he'll fall for you one day. Do you not see the heartbreak you're setting yourself up for? An angel will never see you as anything but the perverted failure of his father, and you are dumb enough to think he could ever see you as anything else." Her words cut into you, and you had nothing to retort. She was right; you came to terms with this before you ever step foot into his life. You weren't meant to fall for him and yet…you did. You tricked yourself. "Even Nat believes she is better than us, it's why we needed to take action! Can't you see? We're your family. We're able to give you what these angels never could - power and belonging. I know you crave both despite all your past protests."

She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and forced you to look at Sam. Her lips were next to your ear, and though you couldn't see it, you knew she was smirking. "All you have to do is kill him. Kill Gabriel and we'll accept you into our group. I can be a fair better leader than Nat ever could."

Sam's eyes grew wide as you stalked towards him. Mystique's words ran through your mind on a constant loop. He would never see you as anything other than a demon; he would never be able to love you the way you so desperately desired. The longer you stared at him, the easier it was to come to terms with that. But it didn't mean he deserved to die.

"There is one thing I think you are forgetting in all of this," you finally said, turning your back on Sam to face Mystique.

"And what is that, my dear?"

You shoved the knife through her throat, ignoring the spray of blood hitting your face. The other demons stood, ready to attack, but they faltered when they realized no one was going to give them an order. Mystique was too busy choking on her own blood.

Just before the light faded from her eyes, you leaned in close and whispered, "You get on my last fucking nerve."

You pulled the knife out and let her body drop to the ground. She was gone for good this time. Wherever the beings went when they were killed with Lilith's knife, you knew it wasn't Hell; she would never be able to crawl her way back to Earth and cause more trouble.

The other demons stood in shock as you stepped over her body. They didn't want to fight in you in fear of losing their own lives, but as you flipped the knife in your hand, they knew they had no choice. You weren't going to let any of them walk out of there alive. They started too much trouble for you and for Nat. This was your way of tying up loose ends.

You gave them props for putting up a good enough fight. They weren't coordinated without Mystique telling them what to do, but they tried their best. Even when bodies started to drop, and the smell of blood lingered heavily in the air, they fought tooth and nail to get away from you. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Not a single demon stepped through the mausoleum doors alive. Well, besides you of course, but that was kind of obvious.

Once everyone was taken care of, you made your way over to Sam. You looked him over several times, and a pout began to form on your lips.

"You're not wearing orange today!" You whined as you pulled the rag from his mouth. "I thought we agreed you'd wear orange the rest of your life for me."

He let out an exasperated breath. "You're insane, you know that?"

"Well I heard-"

"If quote Alice in Wonderland and tell me all the best people are crazy, I'm going to shoot you," Sam grumbled, kicking away the ropes from his ankles in a hurry.

You beamed over at him. It was the kind of smile that made you look unhinged, and the blood spattered on your cheeks didn't help. "Ooh, gunplay? Sounds kinky, I'm in! But I'm pretty sure you don't even know how to work a gun, so I'll have to teach you."

"Please don't."

Sam took your hand and allowed you to help him stand. He had been tied up for days, and he caught himself using the wall to keep himself from tipping over again as the blood started to rush to his limbs again. He noticed how you stayed close enough to catch him if he fell over but kept your distance to give him some space. You assumed he needed a break from being surrounded by demons, and you weren't entirely wrong. He just didn't include you in the list of demons he wanted to stay away from.

You quietly let him pull himself together and got to work on piling the demons' bodies on top of each other. Not many groundskeepers entered mausoleums, but you didn't want to risk anyone finding them. You made a mental note to return with some lighter fluid and take care of the remains before the sun rose. It wouldn't please Nat to know you left bodies out in the open for anyone to find.

Sam tried to shift his weight onto one foot, and he grunted in surprise when a sharp pain shot through his ankle. You were by his side instantly, using your shoulder support most of his weight.

"Are you okay?" You asked, searching his face for any signs of discomfort.

He nodded. "I'm not sure how, but I think they might have broken my ankle. It should heal soon, though."

"Let's get you to a safe place to rest. I need to get the knife back to Steve, and we don't really need any other demons stumbling on your injured self."

"You're actually giving the knife back?" His surprise made you wince. You told him the only thing you needed the knife for was the get the demon faction under control, but he never believed you.

Because you're a demon, your thoughts reminded you.

"I told you I only needed the knife for one thing Sammy," you huffed and helped him step out into the cemetery. "I would never lie to you."

Sam said nothing, but he quietly examined the side of your face as you walked together. He wasn't sure what he felt in that moment besides confusion. Deep down, he already knew you weren't one to lie to him, but he didn't understand why. Why you went to great lengths just to save him. Why you hated virgin sacrifices and didn't take souls. Why you spent most of your time around him when you could have been doing anything else. You were supposed to be a typical demon consumed by a lust for blood, sex, and souls, yet you had proven time and time again that you were far from his expectation.

He wondered if Mystique had been right - were you in love in with him? The thought of you being in love with him made him question everything he thought he already knew.

He couldn't bring himself to understand why he liked the way you flirted him, or why he wore orange just to see you smile. He easily could have gone back to Heaven by now, but he always found an excuse to stay. To see you.

As you escorted him through the gates and far away from the stench of blood, he sucked in a sharp breath. Perhaps Mystique wasn't right about everything. She claimed Sam could never see you as anything but a demon, but as he looked up at you now, that was the last thing on his mind. All he saw was the woman he finally admitted to himself he was in love with.

You slipped into the pew beside Sam, who had fully recovered from last night's incident. You were exhausted after spending your night burning bodies and tracking down Steve to return the knife. Even he seemed surprised you gave it up willingly, but you didn't bother to banter with him about it. You were tired of the angels always thinking the worst of you.

You leaned your head against Sam's shoulder, half-expecting him to pull away in disgust, but he didn't. He sat there in silence as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax for a few moments.

The silence between you two wasn't uncomfortable. Both of you felt like you had been to Hell and back, and not much needed to be said about that. You were still covered in blood, and your clothes reeked of burnt flesh. Sam, who was fully healed, rubbed at his wrists to try and get the phantom feeling of the rope away. You almost made a joke about how a fucked up demon sat next to an equally fucked up angel, but the humor died on your tongue before you could get it out. It was just too much effort.

Sam sighed and pressed his cheek against the top of your head. "She was wrong, you know."

"About what?" You murmured so softly, you weren't sure you spoke out loud.

"About my feelings for you."

You sat up and groaned, feeling all of your muscles groan along with you. "Don't tease me, Sam. It actually hurts my feeling for you to lie to me like this."

"I'm not lying!"

"Sure, you're not."

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. The sincerity in his eyes made your stomach churn. You knew how this played out because he wasn't supposed to love you; he wasn't supposed to see you as anything but a demon. Not a single celestial being would ever approve of him falling in love with you, and you would never be able to find peace.

"Listen to me," he began with a small, hopeful smile, "I love you. Do I fully understand it? Absolutely not. You're crazy, and I'm pretty sure you kill pedophiles for breakfast. You also willingly kick toddlers, which I don't approve but…I love you."

"No one will approve us being together, you know," you whispered as if someone was already listening in on you. "Not God, not Nat, not Steve. They'll always have something to say about us."

"Then let's get out of here for a bit."

"Where?"

"Anywhere you want to go." You quickly glanced to the side, and he rolled his eyes. "If you make another comment about that confessional booth, I will lose my mind."

You softly laughed and leaned in ever so slightly. You were officially invading his space, but you weren't making the first move yet. You wanted to give him one last chance to change his mind, to come to his senses or whatever it was he needed to do, before he turned his back on everything he knew just to be with you. Would it hurt? Absolutely. But you needed to know that this was going to last between you two. You weren't sure if you could live with the heartbreak of losing Sam.

"I think you've already lost your mind, Sammy," you teased. "You want to be with a demon after all."

He cupped your cheek in his hand, gently stroking your bottom lip with his thumb. It was an act so intimate, it almost caught you off guard. He stared at you silently before his lips finally met yours, and you nearly collapsed into his arms with how ecstatic you were to finally get a taste of him.

The kiss was hungry - full of teeth and breathless groans. You were exploring every inch of each other that you possibly could without tearing each other's clothes off. Sam practically came to life underneath you as his hands roamed up your side. Your name died on his lips - a prayer only you could hear. You thought about pulling back and reminding him that you were in the house of his father, but that would require you to stop kissing him, and you had no intention of stopping any time soon.

When he finally pulled away from, your chests were heaving, and you smiled over at him. He appreciated how gentle your smile seemed now. Even with the dried blood on your skin, there was a warmth in your eye that made your smile fill his chest with joy. A lot less unhinged, he would say.

"So," you pushed his back against the pew and crawled onto his lap, your knees straddling either side of his thighs, "You said we could go anywhere in the world, right?"

"Besides the confessional booth," he retorted with a smile as he caressed the side of your face.

You paused, trying to get used to him looking at you like you were the only woman in the universe. It felt odd but not entirely in a bad way. You spent most of your time denying he could ever look at you this way, and here he was, proving your doubts wrong. You weren't sure if it made you want to cry or kiss him until he caved and pulled you right into the confessional.

He claimed you wouldn't convince him, but you'd get him to crack one day.

"Besides the confessional booth," you laughed. "I spent a lot of time here, pestering you and scaring children in the cemetery. I think it'd be nice to get out of the country, explore the world a little bit."

"You haven't done that already?"

You shook your head. "I spent a lot of time staying close to Nat. She needed a strong right-hand woman, and I was the one who wanted to fill the job. I mean, Maria is great, but she's better at handling souls and all their pesky little contracts."  

"Where do you want to go then? We can go anywhere you want, and we can get there for free thanks to my wings."

"Can I convince you to give the confessional booth a whirl?"

Sam sighed dramatically, not in annoyance but enough to make you laugh. "Absolutely not."

"Fine," you pouted. "I guess we can start with Greece, as long as you agree to wear your orange v-neck again."

[awkwardpsyduck]

Remind Me

Notes: Mina Ashido x Male Reader, pwp really, 18+, characters are at least 20 and out of school, living together and dating. No trigger warning but a bit of body insecurity.

You had been home from work for about twenty minutes tops and were in the bedroom changing your clothes when you heard the door to the apartment slam shut again. A bit startled you would have just gotten your shirt off and would be stepping into the hall quickly to see your girlfriend dropping a couple shopping bags onto the floor and hanging up her coat, an odd expression on her face. Something had definitely happened while she had been out with the girls and you could feel yourself worry you had forgotten something.

Only standing there for a minute you would approach of course, small smile on your face, but eyes filled with concern. Hands reaching gently for her waist when she turn to you, you were struck by something else on her face, the lightest hint of dried tears on her cheeks and you were feeling your heart clench. “Mina? Babe what’s wrong? What happened?” you ask gently, knowing it wasn’t anything you did as she the last time you had accidentally messed up an anniversary day she let you know quick!

Arms sliding around her fully as she step into your chest you were pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she wrap her arms around you tight in return, one of your hands rubbing her back gently as the other raise to gently run your fingers through that fluffy hair, relieved when she finally found her words, “It’s stupid…” she say at first and you frown, responding in seconds, “It isn’t stupid if it has you upset like this, sweetheart, please tell me” Your tone was gentle and reassuring even if inside you wanted to demand the problem so you could fix it!

Your fingers massaging her scalp gently in a way you knew relaxed her you would listen to every word as she began to tell you what happened. How she and the girls had run into some Creati fans at the mall, male fans specifically, and while they were smart enough not to approach or try anything it had easily been overheard their ‘opinion’ of Momo and just what they would like to do with her. Normally they would just walk away, it one of the unfortunate side effects of being a beautiful female Pro, but then one had mentioned quite the opposite opinion of Mina.

“I know I should have just walked away, but the way he called my eyes creepy. That no one would want to look at them in bed. And my skin…that the only way anyone could enjoy ‘having me’ would be in the dark” she would be sniffling by the last few words and you could feel your blood boiling. Assholes, being your first thought, and how you wanted to find and beat them for upsetting your girl like this, but you had more important things to tend to first.

An idea striking you, you would gently guide her to the bedroom and to the full length mirror on the closet door. Making her loosen her grasp some so you could turn her around and pull her back full against your body as you both look into it, “I can tell you for certain that they don’t see what I see then” you begin, one arm wrapping around her stomach firmly to keep her in place while the other gripped her chin so she could not look away, “Y/n…” she tried to protest and you would shush her gently before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Mina Ashido you are beautiful. Your eyes are like two bright stars in night sky, breathtaking and I could gaze into them for eternity. This little nose, adorable, especially when I see it scrunched in concentration or frustration” you begin, finger booping the tip before it was drifting to her lips, “Your mouth, where do I even begin, I can never get enough of it. They different ways we kiss or you kiss me to start” Turning her head just enough you would press a deep kiss to her lips to make your point, mouth moving against her own and smiling as she return it.

You could feel her quivering as well, hands gripping your jeans to ground herself as you eventually pull back and let her look back to the mirror, “Like two puzzle pieces, but I am not done” you breathe, your voice slowly taking on a more husky tone as two fingers trace her lips before pressing past. Immediately she would suck on them and you felt her tongue rubbing the digits, “Such a talented mouth and I truly hope you know how much I love it when your lips are wrapped around my cock” you whisper into her ear as you roll your hips, letting her feel your jeans were beginning to tighten.

Lips drifting to her neck you would press kisses to the soft skin, nipping gently against one of her sweet spots before pulling your fingers free, smirking as she spoke, “Y/n…tell me more please” and you were happy to oblige. Not wasting time you would grip the hem of her shirt in your hands, deftly pulling it up and off her body once she lifted her arms. Her brad next you would have it unclipped and did not care where it went when she let it drop as your fingers were too busy undoing her pants. Pushing them and her panties down at the same time you could feel your cock twitch in your jeans as you saw her fully.

“Damn you’re gorgeous and got me so hard already babe” you murmur into her ear as your hands return to her body. Letting them drift up her curves you would first cup her breasts, “I just love how they fill my hands so perfectly and these nipples, just look how they are already perking up��� Pinching them in your fingers gently you would not miss the mewl and how she press back against you, her hands active now and moving to undo your jeans. You didn’t stop her of course and would release one breast to help her push them down once they were undone.

Kicking them and your boxers off your cock would be hard and full and you let out a soft groan as she wrap a hand around it to give a slow stroke, “Y/n are you this hard for me? I am just touching you now” she tease and you chuckle, relieved to hear her normal playfulness coming back as you pinch the nipple you still held more firmly, “I have my beautiful love in my arms and she is letting me worship her, how can I not be hard?” you ask in return as your other hand return to her.

This time it would be sliding lower, ghosting over her toned stomach and the front of her mound before two fingers were teasing over her slit. Kissing her shoulder as you press a bit more firmly you would part her lower lips, humming as you found them wet and not even hesitating to sink the digits deep into that warm, tight pussy as your thumb found her clit, “Mina, baby, you are so wet for me” you coo, hooking those fingers and pressing them right to that sweet spongy spot inside of her. Her body quivering you would feel her clenching on your fingers and the moan was music to your ears.

Her hand on your cock continuing to stroke you could feel it falter as her pleasure began to hit, her head falling back to your shoulder as you did not let off of that spot. Thrusting your fingers into it repeatedly as your thumb rub firm circles to her clit, “Mm, there she is, my sexy Mina. My beautiful love getting close to her orgasm. Going to cum on my fingers baby?” you whisper into her ear before adding a third finger. Not missing a beat as her hips began to move, meeting your fingers more and shifting their angle to hit that spot better. Her hands grabbing at your arms instead to hold herself up as her legs began to shake.

Releasing her breast you would wrap your arm around her stomach just as you felt her clench on your fingers, holding her up with ease as she call, “I’m cumming!” soaking your fingers in her juices as she moan and quiver in her release.  Slowing your assault on her pussy your thumb still rub lazy circles to her clit, coaxing her gently through it as you felt yourself throb, “Damn you are so hot when you cum like that, but I think you can do it again on my cock, don’t you?” you ask, but you would not give her a chance to answer.

Pulling your fingers from her soaking tunnel you would scoop her into your arms, turning and taking the few steps to the bed and laying her against the pillows. Her arms and legs opening for you, you could see the desire in those gorgeous eyes and shuddered as she spoke, “Y/n come fill my pussy up, make me cum on your cock” You would not keep her waiting and were crawling atop her easily, body settling between her legs you easily lined up with her. One hand pulling a leg around your waist you would not even hesitate to thrust inside, groaning as her walls wrapped around you so perfectly.

Her arms coming around your shoulders you would dip your head to kiss her, deep and passionate as you bottomed out in that delicious cunt. Pulling out about halfway you thrust right back in, beginning the firm pace you both needed at that moment. Hands sliding down her thigh you would slip it between your bodies, finding her little clit once more to rub at it firmly. You could feel your release coming close and fast, already throbbing inside of her from how you had been praising her body, but you were determined to have her with you.

Lips parting to breathed your forehead would rest to her own, eyes gazing deep into her own and when she closed her own you tsked, “Look at me Mina, let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours” you groan, “I want to see you now, cum for me baby, cum on my cock” you coax, near pounding into that sweet spot and not letting up on her clit. The moaning of your name you got in response music to your ears and you would see her come undone before you felt it.

Her eyes glazing in pleasure, lips parted in that delicious moan before her back was arching. You then felt how her pussy clenched on you, walls fluttering and squeezing on your cock, trying to milk it as she soaked you in her sweet juices. Another clench pulling you over your own edge you would bury deep into her, deep as you could be as her name feel from your lips. Your cock seeming to just burst you would be filling her heavily with your cum, feeling how it mix with her own nectar and only breaking her gaze when you both finally relax.

Breaths coming in rapid succession you could tell no more words were needed, nose nuzzling her own gently and pressing soft kisses to her lips. Her hands rubbing up and down your back in reassurance that you had not gone too far, it just showed you knew each other well and while you would clean her up soon, for now you just needed to bask in the afterglow together and if she became uncertain again in the future….well you would be happy to remind her again.

[chloca-cola]

I would like to request A smutty one when reader asks Vergil to give her a body massage. He hesitates at first but she say she massaged him before so it is his turn to return the favor

Sorry this took so long nonny!! I, uh, got a little carried away with this one haha

TW: unprotected sex, some swearing (like that matters in smut😂)

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"Vergil...if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for a massage?" You inquired, meekly, to the elder Sparda twin, which resulted in his trademark 'hmph' sound, and that steady judging gaze. You've learned by now that, towards you at least, the sound and look meant nothing personal, yet you still found yourself feeling scrutinized some days.

"We did not even train that long today." Came his indifferent reply and you rolled your eyes as you massaged the back of your neck.

"And?" You snapped back, shooting him one of your own glares. "I've given you plenty of massages after all." He tucked his chin, knowing your words were true, and he never even asked for them, it's like you just knew when he needed one. He watched as you ascended the stairs to the bedrooms, still sulking that you were right, before following you.

Inside your shared room, he watched as you undressed, his blue gaze unwavering, but you smirked because you have learned him so well over the time you've been with him. His subtle microexpressions-the sudden softening of his brow, the slight twitch at the corners of his lips-you knew he was enjoying what he sees.

"Why are you undressing?" He finally questioned and you laughed.

"Because I want a full body massage." You teased, sauntering towards him, swishing your hips, fully nude before him. You run your hand up his chest up to his face where you booped his nose. He let out a resigned sigh, closing his eyes briefly.

"You are such a pest." He stated on a growl and you laughed again.

"I love you too, Vergil." The smallest smile tugged the corners of his lips upwards, as you took his hand and lead him towards the bed. You began to lay down on the bed when he started to meticulously undress himself as well.

"Why are you undressing?" You throw the question back at him, doing a fair imitation of his manner of speaking, but smiling at him as you crawled towards the edge of the bed and deftly unbuckled his belt.

Seeing the more reserved Sparda twin naked always sent a thrill through you, even though you've seen him this vulnerable several times at this stage in your relationship. Your hands still smooth over his chest as if it's the first time all over again. He gave you a smug smirk as you gaped at him once again, your attention fueling his already high opinion of himself.

"Seems like you are the one giving me a massage again, Kitten." You blush at his teasing words, before retracting your hands and moving to lay on your stomach on the bed.

Vergil straddled your legs, his warm hands smoothing along the planes of your back, giving special attention to the muscles that were tense. You let out a soft content groan, as his fingers kneaded the knots away. The feeling of his hands on your body, how he ghosted along so gently, yet firm enough to relax you was pure bliss. You never knew someone who was adept at fighting could also be so gentle with you.

A shift in the type of massage Vergil was administering was subtle, which was no real surprise. His hands moved down to your rear, where his fingers slipped between your legs and teased along your core, and you sucked in a breath. 

Your head jerked up to look over your shoulder at him, his pale eyes locked on yours and they were hazy with lust, a look that sent a shiver down your spine. He then dipped down and kissed along the small of your back, his hands moving to run along your thighs and back up to your back, ignoring what he started and you whined. You felt him smile against your skin as he left a searing line of kisses up your spine, his fingers lightly tracing along your sides, causing you to shiver beneath him.

Vergil snaked his hands beneath you, cupping your breasts, massaging them as he nipped at your neck. You wiggled your ass against him and he chuckled softly in your ear.

"So impatient." His breath was warm as it fanned over your ear. "What about your massage?" Your response was you grinding your ass against him once more. "Not yet." Vergil removed his hands and his body from you, and you whimpered at the sudden lack of body heat. "Roll over." He commanded and you obediently did as you were told, spreading your legs before him. His eyes dragged along your body, smirking as his hands once against massaged along your inner thighs, and teased along your core but never touching where you wanted most.

"Vergil, please." You begged once his thumb found your swollen clit, causing your hips to jerk with anticipation. He chuckled, smoothing his hands to your torso, causing your mouth to fall slack in a silent cry.

He placed a kiss right above your mound and you reached down grabbing too fistfuls of his soft white hair.

"Vergil, I swear, if you don't-AH!" Your threat was cut off as his lips enclosed your throbbing clit, giving it a nice suck before nipping it gently. You squealed out from the sensation, grinding yourself on his face, as his tongue began to work you.

Vergil's tongue teasingly dipped into your entrance as his nose nudged your engorged clit, causing your to squirm at his ministrations, moaning his name loudly. He was so consumed in you, that your body was lifting from the bed as your back arched high, and his hands gripped your hips, keeping you against his mouth.

You saw the stars beginning to blossom behind your closed lids, your release burning and ready to erupt when Vergil's mouth left you. You screamed at him, falling back down to the bed, your chest heaving violently as you looked upon his smug face. He licked his lips, looking so much like the predator he was, before crawling on top of you. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he descended upon you, tasting yourself on his tongue.

His kiss was hot and needy, as lined himself up and slammed into you. Immediately your orgasm hit and you were moaning into his mouth as your walls were milking him for everything he had. He kept thrusting through your heat, as your body was scrambling beneath his, your nails leaving red lines down the length of his back. 

Once your climax passed, you wrapped your legs around his waist, suckling on his tongue, as his thrusts became harder and deeper. Your fingers found home in his hair once again, tugging his soft locks. Vergil growled into your mouth, snapping his hips faster, jackhammering into you.

He broke the kiss in favor of biting down on your neck hard, your head pressed back into the pillows as you whined out from the pleasurable pain.

You felt another release curling itself in your abdomen as Vergil's cock swelled inside of you.

"Cum for me again." Vergil commanded,  voice pitched low and strained, his lips brushing against the purple blossom where he had bitten you. Vergil bottomed out in you, his cock twitching with every pulsing wave and it was all you needed to cartwheel over the edge again for him. He was growling into your ear while you keened out his name before you both fell limp.

"That was way better than any fucking massage." You confessed between heavy breaths, stroking his silky hair with one hand, your other brushing your hair from your dampened forehead. Vergil pulled back to look into your eyes, his filled with the softness only you get to witness before he leaned down to  kiss you passionately.

"You are still a pest." He teased you before kissing the tip of your nose.

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Songbird of Jamestown Chapter Seven (Samuel Castell x fem! Reader)

 Chapter One// Chapter Two // Chapter Three// Chapter Four// Chapter Five/ Chapter Six 

 Word Count: 5K 

Summary: You arrived to the colony of Jamestown hoping for a better life than your previous one. Your own talents and friendships gain you allies...and enemies. But falling in love with the recorder has landed you in danger from his scheming intended. You love him but...what will you risk?

A/N: It took forever but here it is! Enjoy!

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!!

Warnings: None, other than a touch of angst and mentions of smoking and drinking, but plenty of fluff! Enjoy!

A long night of thinking always calls for a pipe.

Pulling out his long pipe, Samuel took out a spare piece of paper and began to write down everything as he sat down at his desk. It was dark and cicadas chirruped beyond his walls. Sometimes he heard a faint noise from Mercy as she slept. Blissfully unaware. Once her eyes would open, the poor girl would have to adapt quickly. But he had to adapt now.

He pulled a bit of flint and lit the fire for his pipe. He smoked as he thought deeply. Staring at the words on the paper before him.

A bit of smoke went past his nose as he considered what he read.

How could Y/N be kept safe at all…

Could she be sent to live in the other town without having to marry anyone?

But that was the point of staying- she chose to stay here. To not give up the life she had in the main town. And that was what Jocelyn tried to do in the first place.

Find someone here to marry her.

Perhaps marrying another man would be better. Helpful. Wiser. But his stomach turned sour and the back of his eyes burned at the thought. Maybe it was selfish. But that idea of some man- like the blacksmith, or Christopher or anyone sweeping her off her feet and carrying her away was unreal. He kept blinking to remind himself that the image of such a marriage was not real. What was real was that moment they had in the woods. He felt himself blush at the memory. Her lips and how they matched his. The way she smiled. How soft she felt when she embraced him and how he could feel her heart pick up during the second kiss.

So no, sending her to another man was not an option that he could live with.

He dipped his quill into ink again and wrote down a few more ideas.

Could Jocelyn be reported?

There was no evidence to report other than Y/N’s word. Mercy would never blame Jocelyn for anything and would never believe that her beloved mistress poisoned her. Doctor Priestly knew his poison was missing, and the symptoms. But there was no proof Jocelyn took it. And she would get rid of the poison or put it back.

What if there was a trial? At best, she would be imprisoned for her actions. But Jocelyn was mercurial, she could charm people. She was on good terms with the Governor. She nearly seduced him minutes ago.

But at worst, he would be punished for spreading falsehoods. Jocelyn would be unscathed. And she could get away to do to Y/N whatever she wanted to do

Hire a soldier to protect Y/N?

It might look silly, but it was worth it. Though people might ask questions. The solider himself didn’t have to talk if paid properly. No matter how expensive it might be, he had to have Y/N safe. Anything. Anything that would make her safe. Please God, keep her safe.

But…how long would the soldier last?

The money would run out eventually. Then the soldier would run away, and his darling would be vulnerable.

Vulnerable unless someone was there. Someone who could always be there. The solider was the best choice but…there was one more option to consider.

Hardly leaving your house, you were scared to go anywhere or do anything alone. You made your choice and your fate would be sealed.

You didn’t know what method Jocelyn was planning. You only knew you had to defy it somehow. And even though you had to settle for life as a hermit in the colony, you were alive.

What choice had you? Who knew what Jocelyn would do and how she would act next Except for church, you could hardly go anywhere. You knew the second you were alone, it meant danger. Somehow. Even the walk to church and back, your eyes were peeled around everywhere, and you walked quickly. When you entered the house, you slammed the door shut. Pressing your back against it, you started panting. Then you slid down to your floor.

Stomach rumbling with hunger, you only took a few bites of your safe bread and drank a bit of goat’s milk. It didn’t stop the rumbling. But you didn’t want to risk anything. No food you ate felt entirely safe. After the milk hit your stomach you waited. Nothing happened, and you exhaled deeply.

Perhaps… there was one way. A way to have protection after all. But there was something you would need. Even if you did die, you knew it would not be in vain. You would beat her at her own game.

You had to do something. Fast. You had to make friends here. Allies. And powerful ones.

That afternoon as soon as the second church service was done, you looked for the tall brown head of Lady Yeardley. She always carried her Bible with her clutching as tight as if it were a shield. But her grip loosened as she noticed your polite curtsy and called her name.

“Oh, Y/N, what is it?”

Her husband chatted away with the minister. Oblivious.

“I…I would like to wonder since you are the most devoted woman out here in all our colony…what are ways I can be closer to God?” you asked, eyeing the book.

“Well, prayer, devotion, and reading of scripture daily…Y/N, your devotion to your faith is admirable. Even if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, my child, you can move mountains,” she answered kindly. Her eyes warmed to you.

“I just…I have…. I have so many fears and worries, I would like to find some comfort and peace with God. Since no one else here is a better Christian lady then you, I just…wondered how you have such peace?” you flattered, tucking away a loose strand of hair.

“Cast all your cares unto Him, and all will be well. Well, I make sure to just practice. Each morning, I rise at five to read and study my bible… you may join me if you’d like.”

Glancing away, you saw no blonde head walking around near you.

“Really?” you replied.

“Yes! We can read and pray together, discuss what the scripture is saying. Also…do you remember the old hymns from England?”

“Most of them, my lady,” you answered obediently.

“You could sing a few! I’ve just missed them terribly during church,” she said.

“Me as well! I…” you say, putting on your brightest smile you could muster, “yes…I will see you the next morning! I look forward to it.”

Yes, you would find comfort in praying. Exchanging a bit of sleep and your song for Lady Yeardley’s friendship would be worth it. And if the wife was affectionate of you, then the husband would be. You would have allies. You would be safe. And that was worth having to get up with the roosters.

Hurrying home, you caught your breath as soon as the door shut. There was another plan in store.

You ran up to your books and looked through the pages, finding two that were bare enough. You hated to ruin such lovely things, but you had no choice. It was your books or your life. Looking up the right words, you drew them in the air and then practiced writing them all over in the small corners.

The writing was memorized in your hands and mind now.

Looking among your things you found a small wooden chest. Only fit your lace gloves were in there, your one luxury. The paper would fit perfectly.

So far, you would write only two. The bare minimum.

You wrote carefully, making sure each word would be understandable. There was fire beneath your borrowed quill.

Yes…I borrowed it from Mercy…she must have gotten it from…

Shaking the thought away, you pulled yourself back to focus. The words seemed perfectly readable.

Looking around and seeing no face was peeking through your window, you began to blow it dry. Then after a bit of settling, you folded it up and placed it in the wooden box.

Then the next morning you headed over to the Sharrow’s farm. Although you yawned from the early hours and your voice was a little hoarse from a bit of early hymn singing (Even though Lady Yeardley did adore it and coo over you like a proud aunt), it was lovely to see the orange sky peep over the horizon as it settled on the tobacco field. You knew farmers kept early hours. She would be there.

Alice was blooming as much as the tobacco plants in the field before the farm. She touched them with tenderness, feeling them grow because of her. Her hair was tied back and she wore an apron that seemed a little dirty, but she looked as grand as any princess. She was smiling as she watered them. It seemed the ghost of her torture had gone away. Just for a moment.

“Pardon me…” you greeted, moving closer to her.

She ran up to embrace you, cheeks flushing.

“Y/N! I’ve been so busy! Oh, how are you?” she asked.

Nodding, you peeked over your shoulder and saw no sign of anyone listening. Then continued.

“I’m well! At least for now…but I came here because I have something for you…” you announced

You brought forth the small wooden box.

“Why, what’s in it?” she asked, she pulled the lid open until your hands shot forth and shut it closed.

“No! Alice! You can’t see what’s inside! I’m giving this to you because…”

Walking closer, you lowered your voice.

“I think I’m going to die. I’m in danger.”

“Danger? But why- who?” she asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I cannot tell you.”

“Why?”

“It’s not safe to tell you, not if you still want protection from…. but…if something should happen to me…if I die, and not of illness, open this box. Hide it so no one but you know where it is. If I die, open it. Tell people it was from me. But you are not to look at it unless something should happen, do you understand!” you order, looking right into her eyes.

There was a pause. The robins and sparrows chattered around you. There were footsteps from the house.

She nodded. “Yes, I promise, Y/N.”

“Good…I can breathe a little easier,” you said.

Once you returned home, you began to write in the second free piece of paper. Trying to keep the letters small, the more papers, the better.

You thought there was the sound of hoofbeats outside. But you shrugged it off. That is until there was a sudden knock on the door that surprised you so much that the ink jolted in your hand as you signed it.

Your dress or apron was too obvious a hiding place. Scurrying, you took off your left stocking and placed it inside. If it was your moment of death, then it was a place where she could never suspect anything.

“I’m coming,” you called out as you slid your feet over the paper and put on your stocking and shoe again.

But running up to answer it, you saw it was not Jocelyn.

“S-Sa-M-Master Castelll! Hello! What brings you here!” you greeted. It was better to not call him by his first name in a place where someone could hear you. Keeping an illusion of polite distance.

He was dressed in a side cape that flowed over his left shoulder and was brightly patterned. You felt embarrassingly poor. He stepped a little closer as did you. But you stopped. As much as you craved it, in public was no place to embrace. No matter how handsome he looked that day. Eyes downward, you found your face growing hot. It seemed he was like the sun and if you stared at him directly you would go blind from daring.

But your eyes flickered to behind him where a tall brown horse stood right behind him.

“Did you…did you ride here?” you asked in disbelief.

He looked behind to see the horse and turned back to you nodding.

“Yes, Y/N! I know I could walk, but…can you ride as well! There’s someplace I’d like to show you- and it’s much better to ride than walk there. It’s a bit of a long way away! But can you ride a horse? If so, I’ll bring you one!” he offered.

“Uh, no!” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Hm, doesn’t matter! I’ll keep you on, tight!”

“Wait, what?”

“Please, come with me! My horse is gentle! You have to see this place!” he begged, eyes bright and pleading.

It was better than another hour alone and doing nothing out of fear.

“I…uhm, alright,” you agreed.

Walking forward, you felt his hands go to your waist and hoist you up so your feet could be secured. It made you nervous to feel how he was making sure you were safely on by pushing you up and tightening on.

You were securely on the horse, astride as you have noticed ladies ride them, with both of your legs on one side. Though feeling the creature breathe beneath you was a touch unsettling. A wrong move and it would knock you over.

He climbed up on the horse as easily as walking, making sure the cape was on one side. Clicking his tongue, he put the reigns in his hands and the horse trotted off. He was so close you could almost make out his pulse and his pleasant smell. But as you passed a few townsfolk, you had to hide your face in slight embarrassment, biting back your tongue to scold him from riding with you in public.

There were a few funny looks- who even knew. The Recorder riding off with some woman that not his fiancée.

Once the town was out of sight, the horse did a slow gallop over on a path where trees passed by, shading you from the hot Virginia sun.

“What do you think of riding, Y/N?”

“It’s…it’s thrilling! Is it always safe?”

“When you’re careful. And my horse has a gentle soul, I told you.”

As you passed a small clearing, you petted his mane gently. You heard him brush a little in appreciation.

“Would you like to hold the reigns? For a bit?”

“Yes!”

You hold onto the leather, feeling him hand them over to you. It felt incredible to have that control. To suddenly travel fast to wherever you wanted to go.

“There it is-right straight ahead…you can lead us there.”

You kept the reigns steady, moving it a little for the horse to keep forward.

The horse reached another clearing. For a while, he picked up the pace and you gripped the reigns to hold on.  There was a beautiful wide sky above you and a field with a path and grass growing high enough that bees did not strain to float above it. There were a few trees that went by you as you both rode, ducking your heads under branches that were stretching down. You noticed a few plants that had little blooms passed you, a few of their puffs and petals blowing in the wind. It was a universe of emerald all around you. As the grass shortened, you saw one tobacco field that was still full of dirt and sweaty men in brown hats plowing it.

Then you came upon another large tobacco field. Only the plants in bloom in this one. The sun was peeking and disappearing beneath large, white clouds. There were no workers. They almost looked like large leaves of spinach from the ground. Already you could smell them.

“Y/N…these are some of our tobacco fields. Have you ever seen them before?” he asked.

“I have not!” you respond, looking around.

Your head tilted, but you didn’t dare crane your neck too far. Anything that would make you fall. But his hands replaced yours on the reigns. Feeling his arms were around you made your breath feel short.

“What do you think?”

“It’s…it’s huge!”

Why would he want to show you a tobacco field, though? The size, you admit it, was impressive. Maybe if you planted your own, you could get some form of money. Protection. Freedom.

“That’s not even all of it. Some people plant their own, like the Sharrows. But here-here is the heart of our tobacco, where most of us keep ours,” he explained.

“Whose tobacco does all this belong to? Do they…divide it?” you asked curiously.

He smiled and then lifted his arm to point to a certain direction.”

“The Governor’s tobacco is over there north. Most people have at least a little tobacco. Farlow’s is to the east…”

“Do you have any?” you asked.

He prompted his horse to walk forward slightly. You saw a little brown sign around there and could read his last name carved onto the wooden sign.

“This is mine,” he announced.

Turning around to him he smiled gently.

“I began planting it the day I arrived. I was the youngest son of a family with nothing to offer youngest sons, Y/N. I came here to have a new start. A new life. And I chose to invest in some tobacco. That’s what the company is making money off of, that’s a way I could have financial security. Far more than I would in England without being dependent my family’s help.”

He got off the horse, helping you as you climbed out.

You felt yourself smiling.

“That’s very good, Samuel. I’m proud of you. You’ve saved things. And it seems you’ve worked hard. You’ve done so much for this community, for everyone. I can see it.” you praise, looking at it.

“Do you know how much tobacco I have?” he asked.

“No, I don’t.”

“250 pounds right now,” he answered. “It’s enough…more than enough, even.”

You folded your arms, looking at it. The sun was hiding behind a cloud and you no longer had to squint. There was silence. You heard the horse whinny behind you at a bug that buzzed by him. Turning around, you saw him only looking at you, still smiling his same smile, but with something behind it.

“Enough for…for what?” you questioned, shrugging.

Suddenly you knew how much 150 pounds could buy a man and you froze.

“Why…why are you telling me this? What’s happening?” you asked, you felt a rush. Your muscles were tense as if ready to flee. It was like hope, but too good, too good to be true. It was false. This had to be false.

“Y/N…I know you want me to help you, and I think, to…to keep you safe…” He looked down at his hands and then turned his head up.

“Would you like me to become your husband?” he asked.

You freeze. The words seem to echo in your ear. Your hands reach up and catch yourself, nearly dizzy from the shock. He leaned over and took your hand to steady you

“What? But you’re engaged! You can’t take another wife, it’s illegal!” you cried.

“I broke if off three nights ago after you told me what she did to Mercy…” he said, leaning down to look you in the eye.

“Wha-How? Is that illegal?” you gasped.

“No. I already paid the company early for Jocelyn. Now she’s here and they have their money. The governor gave his consent for a quiet annulment. Honestly, the company won’t care if she’s married if they have the money…I was thinking…”

He cupped your cheek and you leaned on it, your hand on top of his.

“This is the way you could be kept safe. You would have my constant protection. No need to check the food. Because I will always try it. I or Mercy would always be by your side. And I’m going to hire a soldier to guard you and…I remember you said that you loved me…do you still love me?”

His voice softened. You found yourself tearing up, jaw open from the feeling of sudden, extreme happiness.

“I-I do,” you answered, your voice breaking.

“Then we could be together…would you…would you like that? Let me be plain…”

He took both of your hands, speaking with a docile voice.

“Y/N, would you like to marry me?”

Tears dotted your eyelids, sobbing but with happiness. You reached a hand up to wipe it away, finding smiling almost aching your face

“I wouldn’t marry any other man in all the world but you. Y-yes!” you choked out, embracing him.

He scooped you up into a hug, picking you up and turning around your skirt flying. Hidden with the tall green leaves and solitude of the plants, you began to laugh a little. He placed his hands on your face and you both kissed, eyes closing with the pleasure of feeling it. When you let go, you both opened your eyes, but his hands were still on your face.

He cupped your face.

“You! You-You’ll be my wife!”

You kissed the right hand that was holding you.

“And you’ll be my husband, the best of husbands in all creation,” you confirmed.

Both of you walked for a while, somewhat closer to the trees. But holding hands. Enjoying a bit of touching, innocent touching, that could still be permitted. Smiling, enjoying the moment. And the fields, rolling on forever into the horizon where the sun was starting to fade. Where anything was possible now.

“When will be a good date…I’m just worried what…about what people will think of…”

“How could anyone think that?”

“I was Jocelyn’s maid not long ago…” you reminded him.

The air soured from her name and the memory.

“We will think of a date…”

“We can’t wait too long. The company might want to send me away to get married. I…I’ve heard of it happening,” you added.

He pulled you into a slight hug, “it will be okay…it all will be.”

He scooped you up and placed you back on the horse, passing the fields and woods. Once you rode into town, you felt you could sprout wings. Yet to your surprise, he passed by where you lived, heading straight to the Governor’s house.

“Governor Yeardley!” he called out, the cheeriness in his voice could not be contained.

To your surprise, he held onto your waist as he helped you off and you were giddy at the feeling of his hands on you in public.

The governor walked out the door. Nearby you heard a gasp and your head looked to your left. Mercy walk by with a small bucket of water. She seemed as healthy as before, hardly a sign of poisoning.

Samuel held onto your hand. He raised it up pridefully as in a dance.

“Master, master…what’s going on! What is she-oh goodness, I’m so sorry, governor…” Mercy began, her white-capped head turning into a polite curtsy.

He raised his hand with a kind smile, “no, child, you’re alright…”

“Governor, I would like to ask for your consent and your blessing to marry this woman,” Samuel announced, gesturing to you.

“Marry!” Mercy blurted, eyes large.

Governor Yeardley’s eyes squinted as he looked at you. Part of you shied away, hiding a little behind his arms. Maybe he noticed your apron versus the richness of Samuel’s cloak and came to conclusions.

“Yes, may I, Governor?” he repeated.

“Do you have 150 pounds of tobacco for her?” he asked, arms crossing.

“I do.”

“And has she consented? I can’t allow one of the maids to marry a man against her will,” he said.

You stepped forward bravely.

“I…I have,” You replied.

“Then I don’t see why not! When will the wedding be?”

Both of you sighed out, looking at each other, grinning wide in relief.

“I think…next Wednesday I believe. Not too soon to prepare, but not too late for the company,” you said. “Is that alright?”

“It is fine by me,” Samuel responded. He almost seemed to glow with joy.

Governor Yeardley nodded.

“Alright, Master Castell- bring your check and promise the company representative and you will be clear that this maid is purchased for your hand,” He informed.

Heart fluttering, you threw in another word.

“When’s the latest it can be brought?” you asked.

“After the wedding. After that and your fiancée will be in debt,” he informed.

Fiancée. You looked at him again, the word so new and pouring in your mind still. Fiancée. Fiancée. He is my fiancée! You thought.

“It will be that morning, then. Can it?” Samuel asked.

“Then, that morning, Y/N, I will write a check to the company, if that is what you would like.”

“It is,” you informed.

“Well then, Master Castell- come in and have a quick drink with me to celebrate!” Governor Yeardley praised, his hand going over his shoulder and patting it.

“I’ll be out soon, stay here with Mercy,” he promised.

As the men chatted inside. Mercy went up to you, setting her bucket down.

“You’re marrying the master! But…what of Mistress Woodbyrg? He can’t keep two wives!” she commented.

“She’s…she’s no longer engaged. He broke it off with her…” you told her.

Fists tightening, you hoped maybe one day, she would know the truth. But not now.

“Oh but a wedding! A wedding! All that work to be done!”

She began pacing, counting all the chores on her fingers, but her smile still present.

“All the cooking, ribbons to tie-and lots of cleaning too, but there will be cakes! And-and the ladies toss flowers! I’ll need to pick some flowers. And maybe there will be some music! And there’s clothes and such to be picked but…”

“Mercy, I can help you, if you’d like!” you suggested, leaning forward. Yet she almost backed away from you, a little surprised at the closeness.

She stopped her excited monologue to gaze at you.

“I’ll have another mistress. I remember when…when you were kind to me that day. And when you told me you were a servant for the mistress…and now she’s out and you’re my mistress!” she gasped

“Yes. I…I can’t believe it either…I’ve never had a servant either…” you confessed awkwardly. Mercy kept blinking and you felt her eyes look around and all over you.

“I just hope I can live up to your standards of a mistress, Mercy…”

“You’re not the one to be afraid, Y/N, Miss, oh! I don’t even know what to call you now!”

The door clicked open and the men were out, Samuel turned to you and took both of your hands smiling.

“Mercy, I see you’ve met your new mistress…” he started.

“But what of Miss Woodbyrg? Would it not break her heart, sir, if I may be bold?” she asked.

He showed no reaction, his body only stiffened.

“While you were sick, I called it off.”

“Why? Pardon my questioning?”

“Because…because we were not fit to be together, I learned. And she did not want to marry me. I decided to spare us from pain,” He told flatly.

He walked over, placing both hands on your shoulders fondly, softly.

“Y/N is a kind-hearted lady and you will not find anyone better. You’ve met before. You know what she is like. Since she is going to be my wife, from now on you are to watch her…and guard her every bit like your old mistress, can you?” he ordered.

“I… I can,” Mercy answered, she bobbled her head up and down in a rush.

He offered you his arm and boldly he kissed your cheek. Despite the slight flush of embarrassment, you were excited to be so affectionate with him in front of people.

“It will be here sooner than we think…I’m thrilled.” He cheered, walking over to his house.

A few dogs and pigs trotted by. There was smoke from some home fires inside and you heard the clang of James work nearby. People passed by and you immediately tensed when they saw you.

“I am too,” you muttered.

“I have half an hour before I must go to work. Is there anything you would like, Y/N? We need to...get more used to being a couple.”

A couple. The words rolled off his mouth so easily.

“I…I’m hungry, do you have any food at your house?” you asked.

“Darling, of course” he turned pink at the sound and you held back a small giggle at the word.

He led you to his house and Mercy fixed a small plate for you.

“Wait!” you cried, pushing it away. “Is it…is it safe?”

He took his fork and ate pieces of each food before you dared do it. After a bit of time passed, he nodded at you. Then you began to stuff yourself boldly. It was so long since you could eat without fear.

“Here, have some water…” he offered, passing a cup.

Gulping it down, you almost wanted to cry from how nice it was to eat and not be afraid. Though Mercy gawked at you. What lady ate like this?

“Do you feel better?” he asked.

“Much better,” you answered.

He went to his desk and returned with a few items behind his back. He grinned like a schoolboy.

“I have this for you- a love token! If you don’t mind.” He said. “For the dear flower of my life.”

From his hand was a small silver token- a flower in the shape of a daffodil. You gasped and held it in your hand. It was small and light enough that maybe it could go on your clothes.

“Thank you! It’s wonderful! I feel like a real lady!” you responded.

“You’ve always been a true lady, Y/N,” he answered, seeing it in your hand.

Glancing over to the desk, you saw a wealth of books and paper. More than enough than you would need. Even with the marriage coming up, you had to be sure. And now that you were engaged to him…maybe it would add fuel to Jocelyn’s fire and an even bigger target on your back. Your plan could still not be tossed away.

“And Samuel… may I have some paper? And ink and quills? I want to practice writing more…” you asked.

If you had to risk death for such happiness, you needed to take further steps and not just with Alice. Whatever it took to feel like this again. To know even if you died, you would not die voiceless.

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[cleverfoxhound-writes]

After 1000 years I’ve written something.

Ryuji Goda x Akira Nishidake (OC)

There were rumors between his men and those curious enough about the Kansai Dragon to catch wind of her. She was a mystery that eluded his men, her appearance, her name, no one knew of it but rumors that their boss was fucking a foreigner was something they couldn’t help but whisper and wonder about.

He was the Golden Dragon among the snakes of Sotenbori, he was the fearsome patriarch of the Go Ryu family, the adopted son of Jin Goda of the Omi Alliance. A man of power within the seedy underbelly of Osaka and soon Tokyo. 

A man of power, a name demanded it, strength that commanded. His domineering presence frightened and commanded his men and those around him, no one would dare challenge him. He had no weaknesses to his men but the Kansai Dragon had a weakness.

A woman. A foreigner. 

There were rumors between his men and those curious enough about the Kansai Dragon to catch wind of her. She was a mystery that eluded his men, her appearance, her name, no one knew of it but rumors that their boss was fucking a foreigner was something they couldn’t help but whisper and wonder about. 

Though he hated rumors, these rumors in specific amused him.

The heavy beats of the music reverberated off the walls in the club, rhythmic beats pounded his chest as he entered the night club. The immense wave of heat from the throng of bodies grinding against one another on the floor washed over him, a stark difference front the winter like weather outside the building.  Normally, this wasn’t his scene but he was a man on a mission and dealt with it. 

He and the two men, his top lieutenants he brought with him, followed him to the upstairs VIP lounge; he was unbothered by the startled looks of the people who were caught in salacious acts that would cause scandals for months. A smirk crossed his lips as he signaled for his men to wait nearby before he disappeared into the back offices of the club, offices that were off limits to the regular guests.

She was here, they hadn’t seen each other in a month and agreed to meet here.

He sought her out, hungry for her, her magnolia perfume was just a faint lingering scent that teased his senses while taking care of business. It drove him wild and though they agreed to keep things private for her sake he kept himself composed.

He walked down the darkened hallway until he came to a single door, he slowly opened it. The room was cool, illuminated by the muted pinks and oranges neon lights that managed to slip between the shutters.  She stood in front of the window arms crossed as she looked down at the streets of Sotenbori

"Ryuji?" a woman's voice said as she looked over her shoulder at the man.  Ryuji grunted in reply as he calmly closed the door and took off his coat, discarding it on the sofa. No words were uttered as he quickly closed the distance between them, a hand gently caressed her cheek, as he carded a hand through her silky caresses before he pulled her into a heated kiss.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he felt the heat, the soft curves of her flush against him, she looped her arms around his neck fully giving into him with wanton need. He hungrily groped at the exposed flesh thighs, greedily pushing up her mini skirt for the naked and heated flesh underneath it.

“I fuckin’ missed ya Akira,” Ryuji growled softly.

“I missed you too...Ryuji,” Akira moaned softly as he hungrily kissed down the exposed column of her neck leaving marks as he continued.

The way his name sounded coming from her lips, though she wasn’t a native it flowed differently and left him with a burning need for her. Hesitantly he broke the kiss, a string of saliva hung from their lips. 

“Ryuji…” Akira panted softly as she looked at him, though the office was dim and only illuminated from the pink and orange lights from her bronze skin seemed to glow. 

She came from America though half Japanese with tanned skin, she was still looked down, he helped her and she helped him. They lost contact with each other after they graduated high school and happened to stumble on one another a few months back. 

She was a model, one of the top models in Japan, she had grown into a beautiful woman despite the traditions heavily embedded in Japan, she prospered. 

He had fallen for her at first sight. She was smart, affluent, and still had that sharp tongue he remembered from high school. After a few they met for a few drinks, privately, and after the interviews she participated in about her connections with the Goda family.

Ryuji knew that he needed to make her his and he did.

A high school friend to lover, none of his men knew that he was fucking the top foreign model in Japan and it thrilled him. She was his now and he wasn’t going to let go of her.

As she clung to him he backed them into the lone desk in the room, he lifted her slightly enough to have her sit on top of the flat surface. 

“It’s been too long Aki...You look fuckin’ amazing,” Ryuji growled as he loosened his belt and pants. “Once this is over, I’m fuckin’ makin’ ya mine, I give no fucks of what these fuckers say,”

“You’re still serious…” Akira trailed off.

“Of course,” Ryuji replied as he tenderly caressed her cheek. 

“R-ryuji--” Akira began.

“Shut up, I said what I said,” Ryuji growled.

He gently ran his finger tips over her lips, down the column of her neck, across her collarbone. A soft gasp slipped past her lips as he kneaded her breasts before he continued down her taut abdomen and finally dipped between the sopping wet folds of her sex. Ryuji growled deeply in his chest as her head rolled back, her mouth open in a silent moan, an abrupt gasp shot from between her lips, she stifled a cry by biting on her bottom lip.

He was the Dragon of Kansai, a king, he had the power, the reach and lowered himself to none. He had patience for those who deserved it, he had control, he had everything he could want and yet when it came to her none of that mattered. He lowered himself in front of her, between her legs spreading them apart as he feasted on her thighs, her essence, her dripping sex.

They knew tonight they wouldn’t be able to take their time with one another, they wouldn’t be able to take things slow, he wouldn’t he couldn’t spend the time working her open for him, making her scream his name, they couldn’t spend the night with each other and settled for this night, this moment. She was sprawled across her desk, a panting mess before he took her. He was normally slow, methodical when it came to her but time didn’t allow them the slow love making they enjoyed. 

“R-Ryuji!” Akira gasped and gripped his shoulder as he quickly thrusted into her. 

“Yer so fucking tight for me…no matter how much I fuck you,” Ryuji groaned deeply as he fully sheathed himself in her. His larger frame engulfed her smaller one as he buried his face in the crook of her neck biting her neck leaving another mark.

A hiss came from her lips and an abrupt gasp as he pulled his hips back to slam forward into her tight heat.

“Ryuji!” Akira cried out.

“I know, I know sweetheart...I’ll make it up to ya,” Ryuji murmured and straightened himself and shrugged off his overcoat and loosened his tie tossing it across the room.

His hands were on her hips, bruising grip as he thrust into her, each thrust fast, and powerful that rocked her to her core. Akira arched her back off the desk as she held onto the edges of the desk to keep herself from shifting away from the man despite knowing that her hips would be bruised by tomorrow morning from the man’s strength.

Ryuji snarled as she moaned his name over and over again, praying to him as if he was a god, though clothed he could still feel her nails digging into his skin as he savagely fucked her not giving a damn of who would find them.

Who would stop them?

There was something more carnal about tonight as the thought of love making was the furthest thing from his mind, he was too far gone for gentle love making. Was it her perfume? The skin tight mini skirt and crop top? The way the sheen of sweat on her body? The way she bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from being too loud? The way her skin glowed in the pink and orange neon lights.

“Fuck,” Ryuji cursed as he could feel her walls pulsing around his cock and he could feel his own body betraying him and pushed him closer and closer to his end. He moaned out her name over and over and over again and she moaned his name as if she was in a trance , with every thrust as he found his chest pressed against her own, rutting into her with instinctual need.  

Deeper, harder, faster, short shallow thrusts, and she was coming undone below him. Her back arched off the desk as her mouth opened in a silent orgasm the intensity of her orgasm pushed him over the edge, his body trembling as he leaned down and frantically kissed her in an attempt to stifle his own loud moan.  

His hips stilled against hers, their lips swollen but he didn’t give a damn, she clung to him as she rode out her orgasm, milking him for every drop that he would willingly gave her. Pulse after pulse his seed painted her walls and when the rush of their orgasm settled, Ryuji hesitantly pulled from her.

“I didn’t hurt ya did I?” Ryuji mumbled as one of his large hands caressed her cheek and brushed pieces of her hair from her face.

“You left a lot of marks…” Akira panted.

“Had to let them know yer taken. I’ve seen the way the fuck boys fawn over ya,”   Ryuji replied lowly as he extended a hand for her to take. He gently pulled her from the desk before he stuffed himself back into his trousers, he watched as his seed dripped down between her thighs.

“ ‘sides…” Ryuji began deeply. “ You got all that makeup to cover them up,” Ryuji commented.

“You’re leaving tonight?” Akira asked as she adjusted her clothing and smoothed her hair.

“Yeah...for a little bit, be back tomorrow night,” Ryuji said quietly as he grabbed his coat that he had tossed on the sofa.

There was a brief silence in the room, between the two. Ryuji slipped on his overcoat and when he felt his arms wrap around his abdomen.

“Be careful...please,” Akira whispered as she gently squeezed. He sighed deeply before he turned around and pulled her into his embrace.

“Ya worry too much,” Ryuji murmured as his large hand caressed her cheek.

“How can I not?” Akira replied as she pushed her cheek further into his hand. “I love--” 

Ryuji leaned down taking her lips in a heated kiss and hesitantly broke the kiss, his lips hovering above hers momentarily.

“...why...” Akira whispered

“Tell me that when we’re not in a fuckin club...tell me when it’s jus’ us,”

“I will…” 

“Good, cause I’ll be waiting,” Ryuji pressed his lips against hers once more. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek before he exited the office quietly closing the door behind him.

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,314

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Chapter 46: Euphoria

“You’re the sun that rose again in my life; a reincarnation of my childhood dreams.”

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Jungkook groaned softly, his brows furrowing as a beam of sunlight sliced across the backs of his eyelids. A hand immediately went up to shield his face, frowning upon being roused from the deep sleep he was enjoying. When he shifted, he felt a weight on his arm and quickly froze. Craning his neck slightly, he lifted himself up a measure to see a curtain of dark curls draped against light brown skin. Jungkook gave a sleepy smile, his hand reaching out to brush Eden’s hair from her neck. She moved away from him only a little, a child-like moan of protest issuing from her and he watched the sleeve of her sweatshirt slip away to expose her bare shoulder.

Taking a moment to card his fingers through her hair, Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his nose into the juncture of her neck – inhaling her scent slowly. His lips were feather soft against her skin, his hand moving from her hair to smooth over the curve of her shoulder.

He would never get tired of this; of her.

These moments were his favorite. Jungkook felt like it was a journey around the world to finally breach her barriers, but Eden wasn’t exactly a vulnerable human being. She’d been hurt so much in her past that trusting others was difficult. She’d said as much. Hurt by people she opened her heart to; hurt by people she trusted to show her more delicate side.

Her stubbornness only urged Jungkook to pursue her relentlessly. He knew what it was like to feel alone in the way that she did. He understood her need to reach out and then pull back at the last second, doubting what she saw in front of her.

Even he felt the same despite the brotherhood he’d developed with his childhood friends.

Readjusting the arm she was laying on, he slid his hand beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers could slide past the underside of her breasts. Reaching over her waist, he pressed his large palm over the flat of her bare stomach and her abs tightened from the chill of his rings contacting her skin. Eden stirred in his arms and he watched the goosebumps form on the back of her neck – his hand gliding between her legs. Dipping beneath the fabric of her panties, he let his long fingers take pleasure in the warmth of her folds.

His lips caressed the curve of her jaw and he could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. Jungkook wanted her; wanted this forever. He wanted to show her that it was okay to fall into a river of passion without the risk of drowning in it.

He’d never let her get swallowed up alone.

“Jungkook,” she mumbled, “what are you doing?”

Her voice was thick with sleep. It was deep and raspy, and it made Jungkook want her even more.

Eden turned in his arms, forcing his hands to cease their movements much to his disappointment. The bleary look of sleepiness on her face, however, only made him smile instead of pout. She rubbed at the backs of her eyes with the heels of her palms and he pulled her closer against him. A hand slid down her long, bare leg and he hiked it up to rest her thigh on his hip.

He leaned in closer as she finished rubbing at her eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Good morning,” he greeted, and he chuckled when she opened one eye to look at him. “Sleep well?”

She tried to turn away from him, presumably to go back to sleep, but he held onto her leg tightly – making it impossible for her to flop onto her other side. Eden tried to pull away a few more times before finally giving up. Expecting a glare, however, he was surprised to feel her lunging her body forward to slam her chest against his. A grunt pushed from his lungs in response and he could only stare wide-eyed at the wall as she nuzzled her face into his chest.

He tried to wrangle his emotions, mentally kicking himself for still acting like a child with a schoolboy crush as his heart thrummed heavily against his ribs. She seemed to pick up on this immediately, feeling her smiling against his skin.

“Don’t you laugh,” he said, his eyes meeting hers as she peeked up to look at him.

He saw her grin widen. “Or what?”

“You’re going to get a spanking.”

She laughed outright. “Promises, promises!” she replied, her hands snaking up along his sides and it was too late before he realized what she was getting ready to do.

Jungkook let out a sound that was a cross between a squeak and a yell. He felt her fingers dipping into his hips before they scurried over his ribs and at the tender spots just below his armpits. Flopping around like a fish to escape her, he crashed onto her apartment floor tangled in blankets and sheets. When he finally managed to free himself, he saw Eden dashing out of the small bedroom and into the bathroom.

Letting out a groan, he buried his face into the mattress – resigning himself to being on breakfast assignment the minute he heard Eden turning on the shower.

It didn’t take him long to get dressed into a pair of comfy sweatpants and a grey hoodie. Not caring that his fringe poked out from beneath the hood, he sprinted down the long street until he was able to reach the convenience store a block away. He bought two small cartons of milk – one chocolate and one strawberry – some Danishes and two sausages on a stick. He quickly paid for the items and dashed out of the store – the plastic bag rattling at his side as he opted to walk back instead of running.

Patting one of his pockets, he scratched at the side of his nose impishly. Jungkook was glad that Eden decided to take the day off to rest. Taehyung agreed to handle things at the recording studio for the time being and there hadn’t been any real reason for him to help his other brothers with their affairs. Though originally she opted to take more time off from work so she could support Anastasia (who was, for all intents and purposes, carrying his niece and/or nephew), Jungkook wasn’t about to let such an opportunity pass him by.

Jungkook reached the stairs to the rooftop apartment and climbed them slowly. When he made it to the top, the image he saw was completely unexpected. He had to rub his own eyes to make sure he was seeing correctly.

Eden was outside, pulling laundry off the lines. One set of sheets threatened to blow away from the sudden gust of wind and she chased after it – laughing at the potential crisis that was about to happen. She managed to catch the bedding just before it flew off the roof, her body leaning over the edge. Jungkook almost moved after her, but when he saw her body spinning around and away from the ledge, he stopped and continued to look on as she let the sheets fly behind her. Music played from her phone on the ground nearby and she seemed oblivious to his presence.

He remembered reading about nymphs in a Greek mythology book once when he was younger. He didn’t particularly believe in the supernatural, but he believed that there were people beyond human understanding. Whether they were humans or something otherworldly was undeterminable, but in that moment, he swore that Eden wasn’t of this world. The way her hair flew behind her as she ran around with the sheet, laughing so freely, he believed that she was a mythical nymph.

Jungkook dropped the bag and this seemed to knock Eden out of the trance she’d placed herself in. Her bare feet came to a halt and the sheet fluttered against her back – gathering in a strange bundle at her heels. She blinked, brushing some of her wet curls behind her ears.

“Oh, Jungkook-ah,” she said, wrapping the sheet around her shoulders, “you’re back.”

He said nothing. He could only look on as he took a step toward her.

“Where’d you go?”

Again, he couldn’t say anything. Even if he wanted to, the words just kept running away from him; tumbling from his brain. All he did was take another step forward.

And another.

And another.

And another.

The distance between them was short, but it felt like it took him half a lifetime to get to her. When he did, all he could do was gaze down at her confused face. She blinked up at him and he reached out to tuck more of her hair behind both of her ears.

Neither of them said anything. He just continued to hold her face in his hands, a warm feeling spreading throughout his chest and reaching up to wrap around his throat. She must have seen something in his gaze because she placed a hand on the back of his – stirring him out of the hypnosis she’d unknowingly put him under.

“Hey,” she called to him softly, “are you okay?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No,” he said gently, “not yet.”

Before she could ask anything further, he took a step back and then slowly lowered himself down onto one knee. He reached into his pocket, fishing out the item that he’d been carrying with him for the better part of a month. The velvet blue box was revealed and Eden dropped the sheet to the ground completely. Her eyes widened, tears instantly filling them the moment he opened the box to show the white gold band with the soft blue gemstone situated on the gem mounting.

“Ya,” Eden managed to choke out as she covered her mouth, “w-what are you doing?”

When she took a step back, Jungkook’s arm moved with lightning speed and he caught her wrist – halting any and all escape attempts. When he felt her resisting him, his thumb dug into her skin to secure the hold he had on her.

“Noona,” he called to her, his mouth suddenly feeling dry, “please…”

He hadn’t meant to sound so pathetic. But the words felt like sand on the tip of his tongue and he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to repeat what he was about to say. Eden’s cheeks were streaked with tears, but her body seemed to relax a little more. Taking comfort in this, Jungkook’s fingers slid from her wrist to hold onto her hand.

“I wish I had the right words to tell you how I feel.” Jungkook could barely hear his own words, muffled under the sound of how loud his heart was thundering in his ears. “But the only thing I’m confident enough to say is that I love you. I love you sogoddamn much.”

Jungkook curled his fingers into her palm, pulling her toward him a half step. The sheet was abandoned as her bare feet shuffled forward. He watched her wiping at her cheeks with her free hand, silently waiting for him to continue.

“I know I probably don’t deserve the moments you give me, but I’m thankful that you do. I’m grateful that you decided to give me a chance. To give us a chance.”

He pulled her arm forward so that he could press his forehead against the back of her hand.

“It’s going to take some time, I know, but…” Lifting his face to look at her, he gave her a weak smile. “…will you also give me the chance to occupy every inch of your heart? Will you let me stay there forever once I do?”

Eden’s facial expression didn’t change. He saw the tears continuing to fall despite her efforts to clean her face with her free hand. He felt a heavy weight on his chest and was sure he’d pass out from the pressure building there.

“Eden McGee…” Jungkook held the box up a little higher. “…will you marry me?”

Everything was silent except for the breeze that blew through the skies, causing the laundry to flutter on the line.

Then he heard it. A half sob, half laugh. Jungkook blinked and saw the most unguarded look on Eden’s face he’d ever seen. When she wiped her nose with the back of her wrist, she nodded and laughed again. Jungkook let go of her hand long enough to pluck the ring from the soft silk bedding inside the box and slip it onto the appropriate finger. He figured she would take a moment to admire it, but the moment his hand left the ring, Eden threw herself into his arms and hugged him.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting both her and him up off the ground. He spun around and peppered her face and neck with kisses. Again, she laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist.

This was the beginning of the rest of their lives.

Together.

Jungkook fiddled nervously with his vest, straightening the garment for the dozenth time while Jimin watched from a corner of the room, biting back a smile. He glanced over at him and sighed, shaking his head. “Is it normal to be this nervous? I love her. I want to marry her.” He stared back at his reflection in the mirror. “So why am I so nervous?”

Jimin pushed himself off the wall and approached Jungkook, grabbing his shirt collar and straightening it out, smoothing down the corners with gentle fingers. “Because you love her. Because it’s a big step.” Jungkook frowned a little, which caused his brother to smirk. “There’s a million reasons why you’re allowed to be nervous, so stop being nervous about being nervous,” he said, patting his cheek. “You love her. She loves you. It’s that simple.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the shaky sigh that managed to escape him. Jimin was right and he knew that. Sometimes it was better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. Jungkook rarely followed such a principle, but today was the day he would. He had to.

Two weeks had passed since Eden accepted his proposal. Once emotions were finally settled, they had a lengthy discussion and both agreed that it was probably in the best interest of everyone to marry in secret. With Anastasia pregnant, Raelyn busy with her hospital work, and the rest of Jungkook’s own friends focusing on staying off the Jade Fangs’ radar, it was better to just have a small ceremony between the two of them.

They still needed a witness; someone they trusted implicitly.

Jimin didn’t fuss or fight against any of it when Jungkook brought it up to him a week ago. In fact, it surprised him how readily he was willing to accept the role. Jimin reassured Jungkook that he just needed to focus on getting ready and planning the best honeymoon he could for his future bride. It wasn’t the most extravagant place, but it was important to him and Jimin agreed that Eden would appreciate it more than some trip to a resort on a remote beach somewhere.

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hands and gave them a squeeze before stepping back, looking at his brother – the one who was constantly giving him words of wisdom while fussing over him at the same time. “Is it really, though?” he asked, almost pointedly.

He watched Jimin raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to say anything further. When he didn’t, he patted his cheek again with a wry grin. “You have nothing to worry about, Jungkook-ah. It really is that simple for you. Eden loves you. She wants to marry you. So go out there and get married. You’ve both done so much with your lives and you have so much more left to do.”

What he said made sense, of course. He loved Eden more than he’d ever thought possible. He’d never met another woman who stirred the same kind of emotions in him than she had. Jungkook knew that he probably never would; not in this lifetime, anyway.

He gave his brother one long look before relaxing, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. “You’re right. Just…I want you to be happy, too, y’know?”

“I am happy.” Jungkook winced when Jimin flicked his forehead and he rubbed at the sore spot. “Now, stop being so twitchy. Relax. Put a smile on that ridiculously handsome face of yours and go out there so you can greet your lady and, you know, marry her.”

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Well, do I look good, at least? Come on, Hyung, you’ve got to help me out, here.” He gestured at himself, indicating the suit he’d chosen to wear.

The soft gray and black pinstripe suit stood out against the taupe stained walls of the chapel waiting room, bringing out the darker tones of his eyes. He’d thought it was appropriate. Black seemed too somber a color, and he was ready to start a new chapter of his life - one with his soon-to-be-wife - with energy and positivity.

Jimin snorted softly and reached up to ruffle his hair, though he smoothed it back down after. “You look fine, Jungkook. Handsome and happy. You’re lucky to have each other. Now, let’s go get you out there. We don’t wanna keep her waiting. She just might change her mind and run off.”

They left the room chuckling together, Jimin following slightly behind him, as if he were herding Jungkook along. And he may very well have been. Jungkook's nervousness aside, he knew he wanted to see Eden more than anything. And though none of them were terribly superstitious, Jimin managed to convince him not to try and see his future wife before she was walking down the aisle.

Jungkook tried not to start fidgeting again, Jimin silent and reassuring at his side as the priest stood at the front of the chapel hall. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves as his white gloved hands wrung against each other. Jimin placed a hand on his shoulder, causing what nerves remained to drain out of him. He met his brother’s gaze and smiled, the two of them turning as the door to the chapel opened.

A few scant moments later, he saw her. Eden. She stepped out, into the light, and his breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, unable to see anywhere else. She was beyond beautiful. Of course, he already knew that. But in the soft light reflecting off tan walls and pooling through stained glass windows, her simple off-white dress that stopped at her knees seemed to radiate light. Jungkook couldn’t hear the music of the pianist; he didn’t see the priest or his brother.

Nothing and no one existed except her.

The ceremony itself was a blur, both too fast and too slow. He didn’t even really register what was said, or by whom. Rings were exchanged - again - their shining surfaces and dark patina a testament to their age. Jungkook had the rings engraved with the date of their wedding.

The vows were said, rings on each other’s hands, and he was kissing her, their lips finding each other. He would have stayed like that for much longer, but someone cleared their throat, a reminder that it could wait for later. They separated and he looked down at Eden, his dark eyes swirling with desire and pure happiness.

They were married. She was his wife. From now until the end of their lives, and beyond. From this moment onward, they were a true team; partners in every sense.

Ride or die.

[laketaj24]

Disgraced

Author’s Note: I’ve been slacking on requests lately but I am going through my queue now to get some things out!!! I hope you enjoy this read!! Gifs were made by me, Taglist Open.

Requested:  Hi! I love your blog so much and enjoying your writing so much ❤️ I have a fic request for Ubbe day and that is myself and Bjorn really hating each other just for some reason we’ve never got on and I’m with Ubbe and somehow him and I end up having sex in Bjorn’s bed and he walks in on us pissed off completely but his rage turns to lust and all of us end up having a threesome together 😈🙊 Also another little thing could you possibly add in that they love that I’m a curvy woman?! @taytayize123

Pairings: Ubbe X Reader, Bjorn X Reader

Warnings: Smut. DubCon, Cuckhold

Related Stories: Sparring Viking Masterlist 

“You tell us how you truly feel then Bjorn! You sit in the corner mumbling your ill will under your breath. A Viking has nothing has nothing to hide. Speak your piece!” You yelled to him.

“How would you know what a Viking would do when you and your husband have so willingly thrown yourself into the Christian faith? Ever since he has taken a liking to you, he is no longer my younger brother. He is no son of Ragnar Lothbrok.”

“And you are, leaving him to die and instead going to the Mediterranean. Some loyal son you are,” you spit. “I have never liked nor understood you.”

“Enough!” Lagertha interjects. “Bjorn, Y/N.”

He ignores his mother’s calls to action. “You and your wife are a disgrace.” Bjorn said with a disdain in his voice like you have never heard. “To be foolish enough to believe this king and his promises.”

“Then why are we here Bjorn!” Your voice raises higher than you expect, and you step to him standing your ground. “You complain about everything in closed doors and yet still in front of him you are silent. We done what we had to do to insure our safety.”

“Bearing their cross is sacrilegious.”

“It is yet another piece of metal to add to our armor.”

“Tell yourself all the lies you want. It is exactly what my Uncle Rollo said to me, it is more than a cross. You two are disgraced.”

“No more than you and your cowardice.”

“Shut the mouth of your wife, or I shall shut it for you.” Bjorn glared at Ubbe.

“Enough.” He commanded. “We are to the Hall. This arguing among ourselves is pointless. Y/N come with me.”

Lagertha stands from her table, her flowing gray hair graced her shoulders. “Ubbe is right. There is no need for the argument when there are bigger battles to be fought.”

“All of you are blinded by a safe haven, and this place is not safe.” Bjorn leaves the room storming out in a rage.

Wessex had treated you and Ubbe well. Having been cleansed of the pagan gods and brought to the one true God you’d found and new lightness in life, especially with Ubbe who couldn’t keep his hands off.

“I announce to you today that the son of Ragnar Lothbrok will lead our armed forces into battle against the Northmen.” Alfred looks over to Ubbe giving him a small nod and your husband returns it. The scattered scoffs spread throughout the hall. It was evident you weren’t welcome nor wanted here but it wasn’t their decision. “Our friends will feast with us, and then prepare for battle.”

The chatter starts and Ubbe grabs your hand leading you out of the corridor. “His speeches bore me.” He smiles. “I can think of better things to do with them out of our hair.” He led you up the steps in the dimly lit corridor to a room you weren’t familiar with and you didn’t care. His moves were rushed as if you were once more youthful fooling around behind The Great Hall or the stables. Ubbe tugged at the strings of your corset turning you around. “I hate these strings.” He complained.

“Then rip it, my Lord Ubbe.” You said mocking the Saxons.

“Lord Ubbe.” He growled taking one tug at the dress and ripping it open. It fell to your shoulders and step out of it with a smile.

“Is that something you like hearing? My Lord.”

“I want you to say it when you come.” He smiled devilishly while tossing his tunic to the ground. He takes two strides and tosses you to the plush bed of furs. “Scream it so the whole villa can hear.” His deep voice is every bit of eager as his hands travel up your legs to the inner slope of your thighs.

He moves on top of you pushing your legs apart with his knee and abruptly thrusting into you. Your breath leaves ragged as he continues his assault digging his fingers into your supple flesh. His moans are muffled in the nape of your shoulder as the practice of self-control has gone out the window.

The door swings open and Ubbe rolls from on top of you reaching for his sword. But you see it is him. Bjorn Ironside. “No need for that brother.” He says sitting at the end of the bed.  “Enjoying my room?”

Ubbe sits up. “somewhat, until we were interrupted.”

“Don’t consider it an interruption. You want to prove you are truly Viking to me brother. That the waters of their gods did not wash you clean.” Bjorn pauses looking down at the floor and then back up to you. “Share her with me.”

“Brother.” Ubbe half smiles but then glances to you. “You would have to ask her.”

His eyes explore the curves of your body, the creases formed during your birth, the stretch marks that you had earned, and you could feel the desire flowing from him. “What do you say?”

You weren’t anywhere near finished with Ubbe. Bjorn irritated you but if you had something to prove, why not prove it. “Why are you still dressed if you wish to have me?”

Ubbe was always willing to share you, it was if he wanted his brothers to know that he got the best of the treasure in you. He smiled and climbed back over you and dips his fingers back into your dripping pussy. “You should taste her brother.” Ubbe says pulling your body to face Bjorn. “Go ahead.”

Bjorn is not as gentle as Ubbe spreading your legs and dipping his long fingers into your warmth. The difference in their fingers is prominent as he curls his finger tapping your g-spot and then swirling it back out to bring another to the mix. Your gasp makes Ubbe smile as he watches at the foot of the bed. Bjorn watches you intently, using how his fingers stroked to learn things about you. It takes one minute to take you to the first orgasm and you gush on his furs, soaking them and sending a warm feeling throughout your body.

“She comes quick. I could have some fun with her.” Bjorn stands, and you notice his large frame as he pulls his shirt from his long torso and slides out of his pants. His cock springs out, erect and thick, and you swallowed noticing that his fingers weren’t the only thing longer than your husbands.

Ubbe seems not bothered as he leans over you and places a chaste kiss on your lips. You can see him move to the other side of the bed where there is a clear view of you and Bjorn. “I want to watch you fuck him.” He smiles.  

Bjorn grabs your legs pulling them to drape over the side of the bed. Your spread out before him waiting and there is a small fear lingering as he climbs on the bed over you. “Is that fear in your eyes Y/N?” Your hips flex as you fill his tip at the entrance and your hands cling to the sheets. He fills you completely, pressing his hips to your looking down on you with amusement as he starts to move.

“Fuck, you are tight.” He groans moving in and out of your slick folds giving you just the right nudge you need to get there. Your hips clap against. And you can hear your husband groaning as he watched and the slick sounds of him pleasuring himself.

“See how your husband likes to watch?” He whispers in your ear before his teeth nip at your earlobe and he slams back into you. “He likes watching you cum for someone else, and you are about to cum aren’t you.”

There was denying that there was a second orgasm rising over your body that would make the first look like nothing. Your cries get louder once he raises your leg, scooping it on his arm to get better access. And the position rocks you into ecstasy.

“There it is.” He says through clenched teeth. “Your body giving into me.”

His voice only added to your orgasm as you clenched around him milking him for something, he was not ready to give yet.

“I can take no more,” You gasp feeling him impossibly deeper. “Bjorn…” You chant as he continues to fuck you. “Oh fuck,” You melt. “No more.” But he ignores your cries snaking his fingers down to your swollen clit rubbing furiously to anchor you into another one that renders you speechless.  

“Of course, you can take more, Viking women don’t stop. “He pins your hands to the bed as his speed increases again and your fucked up the bed where Ubbe is clearly visible. His hips flexing into his hand as you scream in filling the stoned walls of the room when Bjorn finally reaches his climax. You hear the melodic moans of Ubbe finishing right after, watching him stroke his semi hard cock with labored breaths.

“I guess you aren’t that big of a disgrace after all.” Bjorn says as he looks over to you smiling.

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[aba-ridemerenji]

Hello! I’ve been dreaming of a HC of Kisuke surprising his SO and eating her out until she screams down a part of his shop, and then mad sex happens in the underground training ground! Has that happened? Can you make it happen? Thanks!

Can I?

Ok so this sort of grew into a full-fledged fic, and got so long I had to split it into parts – will update the link when I get part 2 up! This is a sequel to a previous ask for NSFW kisuke headcanons (here), and is basically just a bunch of oral. Just. A lot of oral. If you’re looking for penetrative action, there’s some fingering, but otherwise, the frick fracking comes in part 2 (which is on the way, and I’ll post it as the a chapter after this one on AO3).  Also, the mad sex in part 2 is going to be a little...unorthodox. So. I’m a walking talking garbage bag and that’s that on that! Cut for length.

Double Vision | Part 1 

Urahara Kisuke x Reader

Miles.

Miles and miles of pale, beautiful skin to enjoy.

You kicked at the pebbles littering your path back to Urahara’s shop. Thoughts of last night. A delirious smile now on your sweaty face, and not even the heat of the humid July afternoon could beat it down.

In the hazy light of your memories, you could spend a little longer admiring the expanse of Kisuke’s sculpted, lean torso. But you from last night wasn’t interested in indulging in the same luxury. Oh no, that version of you honed right in to your target.

Your attention was fully on his pyjama bottoms, touching him through the cloth, testing his reaction. Sleeping beauty remained asleep. A slow smile spread across your face as you took your prize. You shifted your body lower on the futon carefully until you were level with Kisuke’s crotch, pulling the elastic waist of his pants down to reveal your target. He was limp, soft. But that would be changing very soon.

After the first few licks, he began to stir. By the time you had gotten him fully hard, he was just this side of asleep. Not quite awake, Kisuke made a sound somewhere between a breathy moan and a gasp. You liked that. Gripping his shaft even harder, not quite caring if he woke up now, you licked with renewed vigour. He peeked down at you with one eye, still hazy with sleep.

“Make that sound again.” You challenged, but gently, not wanting to tear the delicate sheen of vulnerability that had settled over the moment.

His cheeks were stained a pretty pink. Looked like he wasn’t as knocked out as you thought. But the veil of sleep was too heavy for him to formulate any sort of snarky reply, and your tongue just felt too good.

“Come on, Princess.” You called Kisuke by his favourite nickname for you – your voice seeming to take on that oddly cold laugh of his. Truth be told, he knew how lucky it was that you had a healthy sense of humour. His many eccentric experiments and incredibly annoying habits would have severely tested a less tolerant (and less easily amused) woman. In this moment, however, he wasn’t very happy with your teasing nature.

Silence. Hmm.

Let’s see how long he can hold out, shall we? You immediately let go of his leaking cock, and Kisuke made a strangled sound.

“I can’t do it on command!” He whined.

“Then I guess I’ll go back to sleep…” you looked to the side with an exaggerated pout.

“Okay!”

Relenting, you gave his cock a long lick from base to tip, and were about to take the head in your mouth when you looked up to see your normally very talkative boyfriend with his fist in his mouth. That wouldn’t do.

A split second was all it took for him to register your stillness. He looked down.

“Kisuke…” He heard the warning in your sing-song, and lowered his fist slowly, shakily.

Oh, you were enjoying this. So this was how it felt to be the insufferably smug, ‘humble shopkeeper’. You took his cock head in your mouth and he inhaled sharply. But beyond that, silence. Again you checked to make sure he was following your implicit order. He wasn’t biting down on his fist again, but his lips were sealed shut in a tight line. Fine. Kisuke sighed at the second loss of contact.

“You know what to do.” Kisuke didn’t want to look down, didn’t want to dignify your nonchalance with the desperate expression he was wearing. You could see his adam’s apple bob with his gulp.

“P-please.” Your eyebrows shot up. It was quiet but earnest, and enough for you. Begging, another first. You’d take it. And you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.

“Full of surprises tonight, aren’t you, Princess?” You resumed sucking his dick, letting him tangle his hands in your hair, knowing there was no way he’d be tugging on it to get back at you. When Kisuke was this far gone, he would do anything to reach his peak.

You were still daydreaming of his blushing, sweating face from last night as you reached your destination and stepped into the relatively  cool shade of the shop.

“Oh Princess! I’m home!” you call out playfully, hoping that the others were around to hear you tease, or better yet, see his expression at the newly-assigned nickname. You were planning to milk his embarrassment for a good week, at least. You leaned against the door frame, fanning yourself, your head swimming from the heat and giddy with the memory of victory.

“Princes-” you were cut off by the feeling of cool hands wrapping around your arms, moving up and down gently.

“That’s my line, Princess.”

Ah, so we’re back to snarky then.

You let him press his body against your back, leaning your head to the side to expose your neck, pulling your top downwards to slip across your shoulders.

“But Kisuke, the children…” You laid the sarcasm on thick in between pleased hums and soft giggles. Your infuriatingly good mood was not going anywhere. Somehow, in the middle of lunch, everyone was mysteriously absent. Kisuke was good with coincidences like that.

“You don’t seem worried.” Was that disappointment in his voice? His closed-mouth kisses on your neck turned into little nips. You were about to shrug nonchalantly, when he spun you around, and walked you backwards deeper into the shop. A woosh from the screen door before it slammed shut, and your eyes tried to adjust to the sudden dimness. Lowering your back onto the raised platform, he dragged you by the thighs until your ass was just at the edge, flush against his hips.

“Wha-what are you-” Now you were beginning to worry. Kisuke grinned, leaning over your body to kiss you while a hand snuck under your skirt.

“Kisuke!” you hissed.

“Anyone could walk in?” He saw right through you, too excited to care. His finger had slipped past your underwear and dipped into your folds to find you soaked. Dammit. That’s what you got for fantasising about him all the way home.

“Were you thinking about me?” He read your mind.

“Actually, I was. Princess.” His fingers were extremely distracting, so you tried to wrestle him for some piece of control, reminding him of his undone state the night before. Kisuke smiled, but pushed two fingers into you without warning. Your gasp turned into a groan as he began to move his fingers. He curled them, pulling at your insides with every movement. Then they stilled.

“Still want to stop?”

The look of pure murder you shot him made Kisuke chuckle. “Good.”

You had hoped that he would just push your skirt up and push your panties to the side, so you could quickly push down your skirt in case of any interruptions. Apparently, he had other plans. Kisuke hooked his fingers in the waistband of both your skirt and underwear, pulling both down your thighs in one movement.

“Kisuke!” your voice came out as an urgent whisper. Now you really couldn’t afford to attract any attention. The clothes were thrown to the side, your bottom half completely exposed. You could feel your arousal dripping down your asshole, cooling in the air. Hands on your thighs, he spread them and got to work between your legs.

The teasing licks were infuriating. You needed him to make you come, and fast. To touch your clit and suck on it until you saw stars. Maybe dip inside you with his tongue? No, you didn’t have the time. But it was your turn to be at his mercy.

Kisuke pressed a finger against your entrance, teasing you by rubbing but never pushing in, while his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue over the red bud. Finally. Your abdomen pulled inward, the dull feeling making you wish that he’d slip in a finger or two. You just needed something, something you could clench around. Oh, but to feel him sliding inside you, or to give yourself over to the steady climb of pleasure that his lips were dragging from you?

Your voice was still barely a whisper, more breath than speech. Kisuke’s finger had drifted away from your entrance, his palms now sliding up and down your spread lap. That didn’t mean you were wanting for sensation between your legs. You were distracted by the steady sucking on your clit, and every so often, Kisuke would lash his tongue across it, even as his lips kept a seal tight around your throbbing bud. And each time he did, your hips would buck upwards and your breath would catch, a little hiccup you tried to keep soft.

Getting there. You could feel the thrum in your gut telling you that you were rising, and fast – when Kisuke released your clit to lick at your inner lips. The returning swipes of his tongue across your clit interrupted your groan of frustration, but you’d already fallen off the path, your desire sinking deep beneath the surface.

As if to coax it back up, Kisuke was making sure to give your clit a good lap whenever he crossed from one side of your nether lips to the other. Each pass became more frequent, and you were climbing yet again. It felt like he’d been between your legs, lapping patiently, for an eternity. You opened your eyes. You didn’t realise that you’d been clenching them tight, and made the effort to relax your knitted brow. Deep breath. What was the time? Panic rose as you looked to the wall clock – if it was anywhere near two, Ururu would be back from school any time. It was a quarter to two. Shit. Shit, shit, shit how could you get so caught up like this? You had to-

“Ohhhh….”

Kisuke had stopped his alternating side-to-side licks, which in your worry, you didn’t realise – until he gave you a long lick from your cunt all the way to your clit, the flat of his tongue giving way to a stiff tip that probed at your clit. Another one. And another. Until you forgot your own name, say nothing about the time.

You felt a fingertip press against your entrance – you hoped to whatever god there was that Kisuke was finally going to just fingerblast you into oblivion. These games were starting to tire you out. But a part of you knew – these were exactly Kisuke’s favourite kind of games. But maybe, just maybe, you could move the gameplay along a bit? You never wanted to admit it to his face, but Kisuke had some very talented fingers (must be all the tinkering). Maybe if you let it on - just a little! - that his fingers had a positive effect on you… So you moaned, louder than you would have under the circumstances. Kisuke withdrew from your pussy entirely and lifted his head to look up at you. Got him.

“What was that, Princess?” His tongue darted out to prod at your entrance again, earning a little mewl from you.

“Is this what you want?” He did it again. Although you bit your lip, you shook your head. God, for the smartest man you’d ever known, he really could be dense sometimes.

“F-finger.” You brought a hand up to hide your mouth, and hoped that the coy damsel act wasn’t laying it on too thick.

“Oh?” Then Kisuke’s tongue was pushing into your pussy, the muscle pulsing and writhing, his head twisting this way and that as his mouth closed around you.

“Not this?”

Okay, no, not exactly. But now Kisuke’s tongue was dipping in and out, wriggling the surprisingly strong appendage, stroking your insides with the tip. And damn it, now your hands were tangled in your own hair, hips rolling. He moved his hands to settle high on your inner thighs, pushing them apart even further. He was finally, finally going to put you out of your misery.

Pressing down on your thighs, Kisuke licked his way up your clit, back down to your cunt, then back up again, before settling on the desensitised bud, alternating between flicking and sucking lightly to stoke the fires of your arousal. There it was, the first rays of the thick, syrupy pleasure beginning to spread. Your hand drifted down to Kisuke’s hair, weaving through it as you hummed, pleased that he was getting you back on track. He switched back to steady sucking, setting a pace that grew in speed, taking you with it. In seconds, your thighs were straining against his grip. Just a little more, baby. Just a little longer, if he could just keep going-

Your eyes flew open just as he stopped.

“That wasn’t it, was it?” he grinned up at you.

“What?” Was dumbstruck anger a thing?

“I just realised you meant that you wanted my fingers in you, silly me!” The way he leaned his face against the inside of your thigh with an irritating smile told you that he had definitely not just realised anything.

“Not this, right?” He gave you another sharp lick on the clit.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, narrow glare aimed straight at those infuriating eyes dancing with mischief behind those stupid bangs. You opened your mouth to say something acerbic when he nuzzled your thigh, the stubble on his chin brushing your pussy lips as he kissed the soft inside of your thigh. That was nice. That shut you up. Reluctantly. You flopped your upper body back on the platform, forearm thrown dramatically over your eyes.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” you sighed.

“Because I can do this,” he demonstrated by capturing your pussy in an open-mouthed kiss, wet and warm and hungry. You were back to bucking as Kisuke’s teeth caught on your clit lightly, before he focused all his efforts on sucking it.

“Oh, yes. Yes, that’s it,” you whined.

You hand was on his head again, this time as a guarantee that your orgasm wasn’t going anywhere. You ground your hips against his face for good measure. Kisuke’s arms were locked tightly around your thighs, ready for your inevitable spasming. With a fist full of sandy blonde hair, you rode his face all the way to the top, his hot mouth sending you toppling over the edge as you hissed his name in between gasping breaths. Your hips were still grinding against his face when you felt the arms encircling your thighs release. Legs finally relaxed against the wood floor, and you felt a great need to pull your top off your sweaty torso, kids be damned.

Kisuke pulled himself up, his hips settling between your sticky thighs, keeping them wide open as he kissed you thickly, letting you taste yourself. You brought a hand up to massage his jaw, your fingers fluttering across it, when you felt his slide between your bodies. He rubbed your sensitive clit a couple of times, causing you to moan into his mouth and grip his shirt in a tight ball, and then he was pressing a finger into you. Really? Now? He couldn’t have pulled that when you actually asked him to? No time to complain, those fingers seemed to say. Fingers, plural, because he’d put another one in, both curling and scissoring, stroking you deeper than his tongue could hope to reach.

There was a trick to coming so soon after an orgasm, and Kisuke knew it lay in keeping you here, in the present, not letting you drift off and succumb to the pleasant lull of endorphins flooding your system. A few rough thrusts did just that. Your mind snapped out of its haze and your chest was heaving again, panting from the sudden intrusion. He slowed his fingers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his soft lips dragging up to nip at your earlobe.

“Do it again, Princess.” his thumb found your clit. “I want to feel you come around my fingers. This is what you wanted, remember?” Delivered right next to your ear, every syllable dripped with a strange mixture of lust and awe. Just the right combination of command and plea. You whimpered back, legs clamping around his hips. If your eyes were open, you would’ve seen Kisuke watching your face with fascination, how the creases in your forehead shifted with each twist of his wrist and each curl of his fingers. His fingers were moving faster now, pumping in and out of you, the heel of his palm bumping against your clit with each pass. The second time right after an orgasm was always lightning fast for you, and this was no different – his fingers had you speeding towards your orgasm and your back arched as you came, upper body lifting inward into a crunch. You clung to him, foreheads touching, his panting almost matching the speed of yours.

When your hands went limp and hit the floor, your body didn’t follow. You registered a hand in the middle of your back keeping you elevated, while another stirred inside you. Your eyelids were getting heavy. Kisuke pulled you up to a seated position with one hand, kneeling between your legs. You steadied yourself with hands on his shoulders, willing your mind to clear. Looked down between your thighs, you saw him pull his fingers out of you, your milky white release clinging on them in thick streaks. You followed the coated fingers as they moved up, up and up to his mouth. Kisuke’s tongue darted out to lick at one large glob of the substance and you just…stared. Glassy-eyed. As he polished the rest off his fingers. The siren call of post-orgasm sleep was back, and this time, you followed it right into Kisuke’s warm chest.

“Come on. I know what you need.”

He gathered you into his arms, taking care to bring your discarded skirt and underwear with him as he stepped into a hidden area near the back of the store, descending several levels beneath the earth.

“Don’t let me drown, ok,” you mumbled. Kisuke chuckled, surprised (but also not) that even in your thoroughly spent state, you still had enough wits about to figure out where he was taking you.

“Smart cookie.” he observed, as he walked across the sandy arena, heading for the welcoming warmth of the underground training area onsen.

[btsiguess]

Sharing Is Caring (m)

Summary: This is seriously just porn, guys. Just 1500 words of pure porn.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader ; Namjoon/Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1496

Warnings: it’s. porn.

A/N: The other day, the love of my life @gimmesumsuga posted a little challenge to send her smut that she’d rate from 1-10, and  I might have gotten a little bit jealous at all the attention she was giving the people who submitted. So this is me, using my knowledge of Steph’s kinks to cheat and get a 10. 

You’re out to dinner with all of the boys, your boyfriend Yoongi’s arm wrapped loosely around your waist. The table is pretty tight, since there are so many of you out, and so you’re shoved quite snugly between Yoongi and Namjoon, although the later does seem to be a bit preoccupied by the conversation at hand.

The evening had been going surprisingly well when you started to feel your boyfriend’s hand dip below you skirt. Your breathing stops for a moment, but you don’t want your sudden stiffness to attract the eyes of Namjoon, and so you quickly remedy your mistake.

You know better than to push Yoongi’s hand away from you, the last time you did so you couldn’t sit down for a week and while the experience had been pleasurable, your ass needed a bit of a rest.

Yoongi begins to stroke you through your underwear--a skimpy little lace number that does almost nothing to hide your wetness from him.

“Such a slut,” he whispers in your ear, “so wet for daddy in public. And with Namjoon sitting right there. What would he say if he looked over and saw my fingers deep inside your dripping pussy under the table?”

You can’t respond, too focused on trying to keep quiet as he moves your panties aside and begins to finger you. Yoongi’s long fingers are both a blessing and a curse, able to reach deep within you without much trouble on his part, causing ecstasy to shoot up and down your spine.

You don’t realize that you’re rocking your hips back and forth until Namjoon’s voice pulls you out of you lust-induced haze. “Hey, are you okay?”

He says it lowly, so it doesn’t draw any attention, but as he takes in your flushed cheeks and your fucked out gaze he quickly drops his gaze you your core.

Yoongi’s fingers haven’t stopped moving in and out of you, despite his awareness of Namjoon’s stare. The younger boy swallows hard and his eyes stay glued to where Yoongi’s hand dips beneath your underwear.

“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi’s low voice drawls, just loud enough for Namjoon to hear, “you can touch her too, if you want. She’s being a slut anyway.”

Namjoon looks shocked for a moment, as if he thinks this is all some sort of test, one where he might make an enemy of Yoongi for doing the wrong thing. But soon enough his eyes darken and he decides that it’s better to take the chance if it means getting to feel you wrapped around his fingers.

Yoongi doesn’t pull his hand away as Namjoon casually reaches down to touch your core. He doesn’t tease you, merely running his long fingers along your slit a few times, relishing in how wet you are before plunging his fingers deep within you.

You let out a soft grunt as Namjoon’s fingers join Yoongi’s inside of you. They’ve got you stretched out quite a bit, each of them using two fingers on you. They quickly find a complementary rhythm, Namjoon’s fingers thrusting in as Yoongi’s pull slightly out and then vice versa. They’ve created a relentless pounding on your g-spot and you honestly can’t fathom how you’re not making any sounds. How you’re not screaming both of their names and begging to be filled. Probably because you know if you get too loud they will stop and you can’t have that.

“Damn, Yoongi-hyung. She’s so tight.” Namjoon whispers, and Yoongi smirks.

“Wait until you feel how tight her pussy is around your cock, Joonie-yah. It’s like Heaven. So tight and warm and wet. You’ll have trouble not  just cumming right when you put it in.”

Namjoon double takes slightly when Yoongi mentions letting him fuck you, and he desperately asks for confirmation, all without slowing down his fingers pace within you.

“Y-You’re going to let me fuck her, hyung?”

“Mmm.” Yoongi hums. “I want to see her stretched around you while she lets me fuck her throat. Does that sound good?”

Namjoon only nods slightly, and your eyes fall downward to where there is now an obvious tent in his slacks.

“And what about you, babygirl,” Yoongi asks you, “does that sound good to you too?”

You don’t trust yourself to speak, but you manage to nod. Yoongi just chuckles and shakes his head slightly.

“Sorry babygirl, you’ve got to use your words. Come on, tell daddy whether you want us or not. I don’t care if you moan. Let everyone hear what a slut you are.”

Namjoon merely grunts in agreement on your other side and they both quicken their paces within you.

“Oh yes!” You groan out, half in confirmation of Yoongi’s question and half in ecstasy. The moan is louder than you intended, and thus you find the entire table looking at you quizzically.

The two boys finally stop moving their fingers inside you and you feel as if you’re about to cry from the loss.

“You… good over there?” Taehyung asks you awkwardly and you just shrug noncommittally.

“I’m worried about you.” Namjoon pipes up from beside you. “Why don’t we go to the bathroom, just in case.”

You nod dumbly and let Joonie pull you to your feet. Yoongi stands as well, following the both of you as you all head to the bathroom, although no one bats an eye at that since you’re dating.

The door to the restroom has barely closed when Namjoon and Yoongi begin unbuckling their belts and pulling themselves out. You stand dumbly, too fucked out to move, but soon Yoongi grips you by the hair, forcing you to your knees beneath him.

The bathroom is nice and there’s plush carpeting on the floor that cushions your knees and you’re grateful, considering how long you imagine you’ll be down here.

Yoongi drags his cock along your lips, smearing his precum on them before slowly pushing inside your mouth. You’re well practiced at this by now, letting saliva fill your mouth and dribble out the corners as you let Yoongi fuck his way into you roughly.

Namjoon seems to be enjoying the show as well, his hand pumping up and down the long expanse of his cock as he watches Yoongi abuse your mouth.

“What are you waiting for, Namjoon-ah?” Yoongi says without relenting on his pace. “Fuck her already. Make her cum.”

Yoongi sinks to his knees before you, allowing Namjoon a more level surface to work with. You instantly begin to bob your head up and down Yoongi with vigour, only stopping when Namjoon slides into you from behind.

“Did I say you could stop?” Yoongi says, grabbing the back of your head and shoving you down roughly. “You’ll take both of us right, or you’ll be left high and dry, and I’ll get Namjoon off myself.”

You moan loudly at that and Namjoon takes that as the hint to start moving. He fucks into you roughly, he balls slapping against you with each forward movement of his hips. The sounds in the room are wet and filthy, just your muffled moans mingling with the slapping of skin.

You begin to clench around Namjoon and he brings a hand swiftly down to slap your ass. The sound resonates in the room and makes Yoongi’s hips stutter.

“Fuck yeah,” Namjoon grunts. “You weren’t kidding, hyung. She’s like a vice around my cock. God I want to cum all over her.”

Yoongi just chuckles lowly at the younger boys admission.

“Why don’t you cum inside her Joonie-yah? That way she’ll have to walk around for the rest of the night full of you cum.”

Namjoon loses himself at that, his hips stuttering and his cum shooting deep inside of you, the feeling of his cum coating your walls makes you cum as well, your pussy milking Namjoon of every last drop.

As the younger boy pulls out of you, Yoongi flips you around, not letting you adjust to the new position before slamming into you, the sound of his cock pressing inside of your already cum-filled pussy the absolute most sinful thing you’ve ever heard. He thrusts a few times before he too, is cumming deep within you, and your core throbs at how full you’re feeling.

Yoongi pulls out slowly and the three of you take deep breaths to regain your composure.

Yoongi places a light kiss to your lips before motioning for Namjoon to do the same. His mouth feels foreign on your own, but not unwelcome, and you hope Yoongi will allow you to do this again.

Yoongi pulls up you this lace panties, not letting you clean yourself. Namjoon merely smirks as he realizes that Yoongi’s earlier statement was true, and not just said in a fit of passion.

“Fucking hell,” Joonie says, “this is so hot.”

Yoongi just nods, pulling your skirt down over your ass and giving it a light slap.

“Just wait until you see what else she can do, Joonie-yah. Just wait.”

A/N: So what do you think? Did I get a 10?

[chalantness]

Let It Snow - day five

(for my “season of shipping” giveaway)

Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~1,800 Characters: Steve/Natasha Prompt: “Can you do Romanogers + AU where they work at a "pictures with Santa" booth at the mall & Steve dresses up as Santa & Nat is an elf or something & on their break, they get into some "adult" activities in the break room, if you catch my drift? ;) Smut + fluff is my jam lol”

For: an anon

A/N: It feels like this is on crack, but also, it feels strangely in character? I don’t really know how to gauge this, but I still think it’s hilarious and deliciously smutty.

Read on: [ ao3 ]

She knows she looks ridiculous. Just as she knows that half the parents here are completely scandalized by the “elf” costume Phil Coulson said she had to squeeze into for the mall photo stand, while the other half are outright staring at her. At least the kids seem perfectly oblivious to how close to inappropriate the cut of her dress approaches. They just have bright, toothy smiles on their faces as they come up to her, practically bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tell her that she’s the prettiest elf they’ve ever seen, then go on to gush about all of the things they’re going to ask “Santa” for when it’s their turn. The genuine excitement in their eyes is enough to forget about her stupid dress, if only for a while.

Steve gives her a quick, comforting wink when he catches her gaze, and she knows that there’s a bit of a smirk behind the fake beard strapped to his face.

He’s enjoying this more than he’s letting on, she can tell. Maybe he wouldn’t be the first person to volunteer to sit in a mall for eight hours so hundreds of kids can jump onto his lap and babble about what they want for Christmas, but he’s always totally adored kids. And if anyone is going to be able to get through all of this with a genuine smile, it’s Steve.

The fact that his girlfriend is dressed in red-striped tights and a green velvet elf dress that shows the dip of her cleavage and barely covers the tops of her thighs probably helps a little. And, okay. She didn’t hate the heated look he gave her in the mall employee break room when she stepped out in her costume. She may have to take back all the shit she said about people who wear slutty costumes on Halloween, because she’ll admit, watching the desire cloud over Steve’s bright blue eyes had made her stomach flutter in a little rush of power. It makes her feel sexy and a little kinky, and yes, maybe she’d never, ever choose to wear this on her own when she knows families will be seeing her. But when she’s alone with Steve?

That’s a different matter entirely.

And, when she glances at Steve and catches his eyes trace down the curve of her hips, she knows he must be thinking the same thing.

His eyes slide up to hers, twinkling, like he knows that she’s caught him. Her lips tug ever so slightly into a smirk, and she takes a small step closer, her thigh pressing against the arm of his chair. She almost jumps when his fingertips touch the back of her leg, and he fingers the hem of her stockings for a moment before letting his hand fall away.

He does this once, twice, three times, in the transition between a few group of siblings, and she feels a warmth coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach.

“Your cheeks are so pretty and pink,” a little girl compliments as she approaches Natasha, and she can practically hear the smirk in Steve’s tone as he answers in his Santa voice, “They are, aren’t they?” Natasha glances at Steve, but he’s turned his face the little girl as he hoists her onto his knee. “Doesn’t the color look pretty with her hair, too?” he asks cheekily.

Natasha bites back a laugh. Asshole.

Three hours goes by in a blur of faces and noises, but the line eventually starts to thin out, until they’re finishing pictures with their last family and Phil closes off the velvet rope, setting up the sign that says when Santa will be back from his milk and cookies break.

She and Steve walk into the gingerbread house façade covering the door that leads them into the back hallway, and Steve laughs as she grasps his hand and tugs him forward, her heels clicking against the linoleum as she leads them to the break room. Her skin feels like it’s burning up, and she knows for damn sure that the front of her panties are soaked, and when she drags him toward the supply closet, she all but throws him inside and slams the door shut behind them, clicking the lock into place. Even in the dark room, she can tell his eyes are bright, twinkling in amusement, and she’s not quite sure whether to laugh or to smack him. Instead, she grasps pushes him against a shelf and kisses him, deep and dirty.

“You’re a fucking tease,” she mutters against his lips, kissing him again, harder, when he tries to respond. Fuck, she’s needed to kiss him for hours.

She fists the velvety material of his costume between her fingers, slips her tongue against his and relishes in the rumble of his chest as he groans against her. His hand grasps her shoulders and he turns them, pushing her against the wall so hard that something falls off of the shelf with the force, but she doesn’t care. She hardly feels a thing.

She’s too distracted by the wet, throbbing heat between her legs, and the hard press of him against her hip through his pants.

“Why does it feel like I’m in trouble?” he asks with a laugh, when he’s finally able to break her kiss to latch onto the column of her neck. His teeth nip at her throat, her pulse, her collarbone, as his hands slide to the side of her dress and tug the zipper of it down.

“You are.” She means for it to come out stern, but instead, her breath is shaky and raspy. “Teasing me in front of kids like that? You think that won’t get you into trouble?”

He just laughs, pulling her dress down and off in one quick tug, and she steps out of it, kicking it aside. “Fuck, I wish I could see you properly,” he groans, one hand curving over her thigh, his thumb fingering the top of her stockings. She grasps onto his arms to steady herself as he nudges her thighs further apart with his foot, arches her neck as he presses his face into it again, licking at her pulse. “Not that I haven’t already memorized every fucking stitch on this thing. Haven’t already memorized every crease it makes against your body.”

“Didn’t know you were so kinky,” she teases. “I would’ve put on a slutty costume for you a long time ago.”

He chuckles breathily and shakes his head. “Didn’t know, either.” In the dark, she makes out the dimpled, boyish smile he always gives her. “Guess you in stockings turns me on.”

She laughs, but then he slips his hand into her panties and rubs his fingertips over her, teasing at her entrance, and her laughter dissolves into a moan.

She’s wet and she can feel it in the way his fingers slip easily over her, rubbing tight circles over her clit, massaging the folds of her sex. Her thighs shake as she digs her nails into the muscles of his biceps, trying to keep herself upright. His touches had been quick and feather light, but after three hours of it, she’s wound up tight and about to unravel at the seams.

It would only take a few quick strokes her little bundle of nerves to push her over that edge, but of course he’d rather take his time

Of course.

“Steve,” she huffs, trying to roll her hips down on his hand, but he just pulls his fingers out and wipes them against the inside of her thigh. “We don’t have time.”

“We have fifteen minutes,” he reminds, yanking her panties down her hips and pushing three fingers in this time. She lets out a keening moan, her head falling back against the wall as his thumb finds her clit and starts circling. “And thanks to all of that teasing, it’ll go by in no time,” he adds, no doubt smirking as she trembles and shake under his touch.

“Fuck you,” she laughs out, and he’s smiling as he kisses her lips, slipping his tongue against hers. It’s gentle despite the thrust of his fingers, hard and curling and relentless.

When she falls apart, she swears she cries out so loud that they must be able to hear her in the mall, but she doesn’t care. Not at all. Not when his lips are latched around one of her nipples through the lace of her bra, his thumb circling and circling over her clit as her walls flutter around his fingers and her orgasm bursts over her. Her thighs are trembling, and she practically curls forward when he pulls away from her and sinks onto his knees, dipping his head between her legs and licking a stripe up her center. She whimpers, coming her fingers into his hair and tugging at it, not sure whether she wants to tug him away or tug him closer. Not that she minds the way his tongue feels as it rolls over the sensitive folds of her sex.

He hooks her thigh over his shoulder, wraps his lips around her clit and sucks gently, and she lets out a soft cry, digging her nails into his scalp.

He pulls a hand off of her, and she hears him fumble with his belt, hears it clatter to the ground. She blinks her eyes open, peering down at him through heavy lids to find that he’s pushed his pants and his boxers halfway down his thighs, one hand stroking over his length, his eyebrows furrowed almost adorably as he groans against her wet heat.

The sight of that alone is almost enough to send her over the edge. But then he flattens his tongue over her clit, moving in quick, tight, unrelenting circles, and she feels another orgasm burst over her, hotter and heavier than the first.

He keeps lapping at her through it, until her body sags against the wall, until she gently pushes him away.

He sits back on his ankles, an arm coming around her waist and guiding her body over his, knowing that she’s just barely keeping herself upright. She straddles his legs and leans her weight against his, feels his length brushing against her sweat-slicked stomach as she drapes her arms around his shoulder and kisses him.

Then she reaches down, feeling on the floor until she finds his pocket, pulling his phone out so she can check the time.

“Two orgasms in four minutes. Guess Santa really can work miracles,” she teases. He laughs, but it’s breathy and strained, and she can tell he’s distracted. So she grins, slides off of his lap and onto her knees, leaning forward to wrap a hand around him. He groans, pulsing against her palm. “Guess that means I’ll give you your present after all.”

He threads his hands into her hair, cradling her head and giving her a look of pure adoration that makes her stomach flutter, and she winks, lowering her head and licking the underside of his length, and his groan echoes in the small space of the closet.

Okay, maybe this job wasn’t so stupid after all.

[thezacharywinters]

The Club [zope]

@hope-robinson

[Hope]

Hope texted Zach that she was at the club and let her hand run through her hair as she headed to her office. She smiled at some of her employees and told them to hurry up and finish their last customers before she headed into the office and closed the door behind her.

[Zach]

Zach had showered and changed clothes after work to head to the club when he heard the text from Hope. He said his goodbyes at the office after sending Hope a text telling her that he was on his way. 

He fixed his hair after arriving at the club since his helmet had flatten it slightly. He parked the motorcycle and then headed inside and made his way towards her office. 

[Hope]

She sat at her desk as she saw Zach’s text and replied letting him know she was in the office. She heard a knock on the door and got up before seeing Zach. She let her eyes trail over his outfit before she bit her lip as she looked at him, “Hi baby.”

[Zach]

He heard her open the door and he looked over at her, “Hey baby gi-“ His words were cut off when he saw her outfit. “Well hello, baby girl.” He smirked before biting his bottom lip piercing as his eyes took in her appearance. 

[Hope]

Hope leaned against the door and smirked up at him. “Did you wear that just for me?” She asked as she let her hand come up and play with the hem of his shirt.

[Zach]

“I did wear it for you baby girl, do you like it?” He teases as she lets her hand come up to play with his shirt. 

[Hope]

“I love it.” She smiled as she looked at him. “Are you going to kiss me hello?”

[Zach]

“Oh definitely.” He purred before pulling her closer to him and kissing her passionately as his hands moved down to squeeze her ass. 

[Hope]

Hope smirked as she felt him pulling her closer and didn’t hesitate to kiss him back just as passionately as she moaned softly when he squeezed her ass. She deepened the kiss as she pulled him closer to her body.

[Zach]

Zach heard her moan when he squeezed her ass and he pulled her into the office before shutting and locking the door behind them. He picked her up and carried her over to the desk before pushing the papers to the floor, knowing he would organize them later to make it up to her. 

Setting her down on the now cleared desk, Zach kissed her once more before making his way down her neck as his hands moved up her fishnets. “You look so fucking hot in these you know.” He growled. 

[Hope]

Hope followed him back into the office before feeling him picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist before she heard everything hitting the ground. She honestly could care less about the papers he knocked over as she kissed him back. 

She moaned softly as he kissed her neck and felt his hands running up her legs, “I wore them for you. I remember how much you liked my last ones.” She smirked. “Don’t worry about ripping these, I made sure to buy extra.” 

[Zach]

“Oh, I can’t destroy these just yet darling. I want to tease you a bit before giving you what you want.” He purred before undoing her jean shorts and pulling them off and discarding them onto the floor. 

Seeing her red lace panties under the fishnets got him more than worked up as he looked for the perfect spot to rip so it would be hidden by her jean shorts but still give him access to her pussy. He licked his lips before finding the perfect spot and ripping them so he could hook his finger against the lowest part of her panties and pushed them to the side. 

The male’s eyes glowed bright red as he could smell her arousal. His finger dipping into her wet heat as he could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his own pants, wanting to be freed. 

[Hope]

“I hate when you tease me daddy.” She pouted before watching him pull off her shorts. She bit her lip harshly as she watched the way he studied her panties before feeling him ripping them slightly. 

She knew she was wet, she could smell her arousal filling the air as she waited for him to touch her. Her chest moved up and down slowly as she tried to be patient. The way he was looking at her wasn’t helping her stay under control. “Stop looking at me like that...” She said softly.

She felt him pushing his finger and threw her head back in pleasure as she moaned, his finger easily sliding into her due to how wet she was. “Ah....fuck....”

[Zach]

“Mhm I like to take my time when admiring you darling.” He purred before feeling just how easily his finger slid into her. “Fuck, you are so wet baby girl...who made you this wet mhm?” Zach purred before making his way down her body. 

He let his tongue piercing tease over her clit as he added another finger inside of her and easily curled them against her sweet spot. Zach could taste her sweetness as he teased her. 

Unable to help himself any longer, he reached his free hand down to start undoing his pants, his wanting to take his time starting to work against his favor due to how eager he was to make her scream his name as he pounded into her. “Tell daddy what you want baby girl.” 

[Hope]

“You did daddy, only you can make me feel this good without even touching me.” She moaned as her nails dug into her desk. She moaned loudly when she felt his tongue running over her clit and her hips bucked up.

She couldn’t stop herself from grinding her hips against his tongue as she wanted so much more. Her eyes blazed red as she looked down at him in pure lust. “I want you so badly daddy. I want to feel your cock deep inside of me pounding into me until I can’t think straight. I want your hands all over my body daddy. I want you to fuck me so hard.” She purred.

She watched him take out his cock and her mouth watered in need. “I want it daddy. Please give me your cock. Fuck me daddy. Please.” She begged, licking her lips as she stared at his cock.

[Zach]

He noticed her eyes on his cock and he could feel himself growing painfully hard as he wanted to be inside of her already, his body pushing him to feel complete with hers. “Such pretty words from such a dirty mouth.” He smirked. 

He stroked himself a few times before withdrawing his fingers from her warm heat and instead letting the tip of his cock tease against her folds. “Since you have been such a good girl, daddy thinks you should get a reward don’t you?” Zach growled before slowly pushing into her. 

Zach took a few moments to slide into her wet heat. Her walls were already clenching around him as he started to bottom out inside of her. “You are so tight baby girl. You take daddy so well.” He purred. 

[Hope]

Hope’s shifter was screaming to be let out as she wanted to be connected with Zach again. When he finally slid his cock into her, she moaned loudly as her nails dug deeper into her desk. 

She didn’t ask him to go faster as she enjoyed feeling every inch of him sliding into her until he bottomed out. “You feel so good daddy...fuck.” She moaned softly as she looked at him. 

She grinded her hips against his as she brought their lips back together. I know you want to let go. Just do it daddy. Let go.

[Zach]

Zach heard her words as she kissed him and that was all his inner dragon needed to hear as he pinned her hips down and started to abuse her sweet spot. His eyes were glowing still even brighter so as he could feel the pleasure building up inside of him. 

He then brought one of his hands up to her neck and his fingers pressed against her veins to bring her more pleasure. The collar still proudly around her neck as he smiled at the sight of it. 

“Fuck, you are all mine baby girl. You belong to daddy isn’t that right? No one else can make you feel this good.” He purred with a smirk. 

[Hope]

She felt his hands holding her hips still and down before he started pounding into her. She moved her hands to rest on his shoulders to steady herself as she couldn’t help the loud moan of his name that escaped her lips.

Hope felt his fingers wrapping around her neck and pressing softly as she felt her air being slightly taken away. The girl felt pleasure run throughout her body as she never took her eyes off of him. 

“I know daddy. I’m yours. Fuck I’m all yours. This pussy belongs to you.” She moaned as her nails dug into his shoulders.

[Zach]

Zach’s eyes never left Hope’s as he gauges her every reaction to his actions. She looked extremely hot on display for him, speaking such pretty words about how much she wanted him.

“That’s right baby girl, you are all mine. Your pussy is mine and so is that tight ass of yours.” He growled possessively as his hand moved to squeeze and slap her ass teasingly.  

“You want to be a good girl and cum for daddy don’t you?” He smirked before moving his hand to rub his thumb against her clit wanting to bring her even more pleasure. 

[Hope]

Hope and Zach had always had intense and passionate sex, but she had noticed that their sex last night and today had been different. As if they were both done holding back. Hope certainly was.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she felt his hand on her ass, causing her to moan. “It’s yours daddy. All of me belongs to you.” She purred.

She felt his thumb rubbing against her sensitive clit and her hips bucked up. “Shit...fuck yes...I want...I’m…” She trailed off as she scrunched up his shirt in her fist as she squirted around his cock. “Fuck Zach!” 

[Zach]

“That’s right baby girl you are all daddy’s.” He growled as he continued to slam into her the pleasure starting to overwhelm him as he was being pushed even closer to the edge with each passing second. 

He could feel her clenching around him before being covered in her juices when she squirted on his cock. Zach didn’t hold himself back as he thrusted deep into her and filled her with all of himself until her walls had completely milked him dry of cum. “Fuck Hope…” He moaned as he rode out his high. 

[Hope]

Hope took a few moments to gather her thoughts and come down from her high as she let go of his shirt and fixed it, breaking their eye contact as she tried to smooth down his shirt. She rested her hands back on her desk as she looked at him, “That was...intense…”

[Zach]

“That was definitely...wow…” He said his breath fluctuated slightly. Zach moved some of her clothing so that when he pulled out it wouldn’t get covered in cum as he made his way down her body to clean her up. His tongue licked over the cum that was dripping out of her before he dove his tongue inside of her to clean her up. 

Once he finished, he pulled back and moved her clothes back to how they were before and then wiped his lips and sucked the juices off his fingers. “Mhm you still taste so delicious darling.” He purred. 

[Hope]

“Zach don’t…” She bit down on her bottom lip harshly as she watched him move down her body. She shifted slightly as he pulled up her clothes before throwing her head back in pleasure as he licked her clean. 

Her body trembled as she was incredibly sensitive and she let out a sigh of relief when he finally pulled away. “You have to stop, I can’t take it anymore.” She smiled as she closed her legs. 

[Zach]

“Mhm you have a club to run don’t you baby girl?” He teases as she closes her legs from him. Zach fixed himself before adjusting his pants back to normal. “The least I could do is help you organize all this paperwork back to the way it was before I pushed it off the desk.” He teases. 

[Hope]

“Yes which is exactly why you don’t work here anymore because all you do is distract me.” She said as she hopped off the desk and grabbed her shorts to pull them back on and fix them. “It’s okay it was hot.” She winked as she fixed her hair. 

[Zach]

“I won’t distract you for the rest of the night then baby girl. I can distract you once we get home.” He purred with a smirk before giving her a kiss. “Was there anything else you needed help with while I am here I mean.” 

[Hope]

She kissed him back before shaking her head, “No it’s fine. I have to check on the girls working tonight and make sure they are okay.” She said looking at him. “Are you going to be okay?”

[Zach]

“Yeah I will be okay. I can stay here and organize the papers again so you know where I am if you need me. I will probably go around and monitor afterwards just to make sure that the guards are doing their jobs.” 

[Hope]

“Okay sounds great.” She smiled before kissing him again. “I will see you later then.” She told him as she unlocked the door and headed outside.

[petertingle-yipyip]

//highly requested: Part two to the Kol breakup. //tagged list: @thegingerthatwaited //

//warnings: swearing. near smut, not all the way. HELLA long. if you want happy, don’t go after the big warning sign //

Part One

Las Vegas was always fun, carefree fun that helped when things back home got intense. I had decided to spend a few weeks there every once in a while to escape the constant epicness of Mystic Falls. As fun as fighting the bad guys was, a girl needed a break. Plus, Vegas was constantly an all you could eat buffet. There were a lot of men out there that came out looking like a full course meal. Some actually became the meal.

Often times, I brought someone with me either for damage control or a partner in crime. Sometimes Caroline or Elena, sometimes Bonnie or Enzo, and even Damon a few times. Once I brought Stefan and it was… Well it was definitely memorable but not something I would repeat in this century, considering he’s banned from many casinos and an Applebee’s…

But this time, I decided to travel alone. Everyone was thriving in their own lives, I didn’t want to interrupt. Caroline and Stefan were living happily ever after as a married couple. Damon was reunited with Elena. Bonnie and Enzo were travelling Europe. Hayley was watching over Hope. The Mikaelsons were living their lives on their own for the first time in centuries.

They were well from the letters and phone calls I often received. Rebekah was happy in New York with Marcel. Elijah was living it up in France. Long lost Freya had come into their lives and was with a beautiful werewolf girl named Keelin. Klaus was here and there, not settling down anywhere yet. And as for Kol, well last I heard he was in San Francisco with Davina and on his way to being married. Good for him.

I no longer despised Kol. I did not feel the way I used to about him, but I did miss him. He was a huge part of my life and suddenly he was gone but I knew that a part of me would always belong to him, always want to be with him. I did not forgive him for attempting to compel me simply for the fact that he broke his word. He swore to never compel me, and yet he stood before me with the audacity to try it. I wasn’t sure I would be able to forgive him let alone love him again, but I wished him well. I didn’t have it in me to wish harm on anyone except my enemies. And while Kol pissed me off and hurt me, he was not my enemy.

Luckily, my daylight necklace also served as a vervain container. I wore vervain not to protect myself from his compulsion, but from Klaus when I started wearing it. Yet Klaus never tried to compel me.

Everything reminded me of Kol. The white rose bushes reminded of the times he brought me those same flowers, just because he felt like it. The local baseball teams reminded of when Kol took me to the game on a date, how excited he was and the way he invested himself in every second. The people walking their dogs reminded me of the months I would beg Kol to buy me a dog and the day he came back with a dog instead of a carton of milk. Some of the men walking by smelled of his cologne, some wore his favorite color. The posters for the Spiderman: Homecoming film reminded me of the nights we spent watching every Marvel movie we could get.

I walked down the Strip, pushing my sunglasses up my nose and admiring the scenery as I spoke to Rebekah on the phone. Las Vegas was beautiful in its modern glory and I loved being there. It was brilliant in the day and even brighter at night. The walks in the day were my favorite. There was less people, less to be distracted by. I could walk without a care in the world.

“How is my dearest Y/N?” She asked cheerfully.

“I am fantastic.” I smiled. “Taking some time in Vegas.”

“Enjoying the dancers, I assume.” She teased.

“Well of course, Honey.” I laughed. “That’s one of the best parts of Vegas.”

“Who’s your companion this time around?”

“Flying solo, actually.”

“What about that boy you met, Parker? No wait, Pedro. No, Porter.”

“Peter.” I corrected. “But no, he would’ve been more a hindrance honestly.”

I had nearly walked past him, nearly made it by without speaking to him as I hoped it would’ve gone. He nearly didn’t recognize me, but once it clicked behind his eyes, he spoke on it. I had only registered him as an extremely handsome face and a lean body that I wouldn’t mind bring under or on top of. Never had I thought I’d see him here, on the streets of my favorite vacation spot. Just my luck.

“My apologies.” I said politely after I accidentally bumped into the handsome man. “Sorry, Bekah. Ran into someone, anyways-”

“Y/N?” He asked, causing every cell I’m my body to freeze. I slowly turned and saw him staring at me in disbelief… Oh no. “Y/N Y/L/N, is that you, Darling?” 

“I’m sorry.” I choked. His voice was deep and silky, full of hope and desire and what seemed like love. It was just as attractive as I remembered it. “You must have me mistaken.”

But he didn’t. I was Y/N. I was exactly who he thought I was. He knew it as well as I did.

“Y/N?” Rebekah said on the other side of the phone still. “Y/N, what’s going on? Was that Kol? Y/N!”

“I’ll call you back.” I said slowly. “Something came up.” I lowered the phone and ended the call before he spoke again.

“You don’t remember me?” He said softly, his voice betraying the hurt he felt. “After these few years, I’m forgotten?”

“I’m really sorry.” I tried. Although I didn’t hate him anymore, I did not want to face him. His deep, entrancing eyes scanned my figure, admiring the way the light fabric clung to my hips and billowed at my chest. The curves of my waist and the glowing tan of my legs. “But I’ve never heard the name Y/N or seen you before. I really must be going. My friend is waiting for me.” I lied.

“I know I haven’t been around lately but surely this handsome face isn’t something you’d forget.” He smirked, refusing to let me leave. “I bought her that dress, sweetheart. So you’re either my long lost Y/N and you’re playing hard to get, or she has a very convincing doppelganger. If you don’t want to answer, I’ll be forced to use different means of getting my answer… Unless of course, that’s what you’re into. Y/N did like it just a little bit rough now that I think about it, nothing she couldn’t handle of course. She was really into-”

“While your ego, blatant kink shaming, and dominant attitude are surely unforgettable, pretty boy” I commented, taking a few steps to stand in front of him without thinking. The small action reminded me of the many times I was this close to him, his hands roaming my body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. It reminded me of how I would stand this close to him and purposefully tease him until neither of us could take it anymore. “I’m afraid I have no recollection of meeting you before.”

Pretty Boy didn’t do Kol any sort of justice. He was way more than pretty. He was the best looking boy I had ever seen. He was interesting and exciting, dangerous and reckless, loving and caring, sexy and dominating, but would sometimes submit. He was perfect…

No, No I couldn’t have these thoughts. I decided a long time ago that I was done with Kol. I stopped loving him years ago. I stopped caring for him the moment he left.

“You never called.” He said plainly, starting to reach for my arm but deciding against it. “I thought we ended on better terms than that. Rebekah often updated me on how you were, since you disappeared.”

I said nothing but I rolled my eyes behind my glasses. I crossed my arms and stared up into his beautiful, deep brown eyes. He was just as handsome as I remembered maybe more, with his boyish smirk and lean build. The mischievous glint in his eyes was still shining. His hair was carefully styled, a perfect length for his face.

His black long sleeve hugged his body well with rolled up sleeves that were perfectly showing off his arms. Arms that had slammed me against the wall. Arms that had held me up. Arms that held me against him. Arms that threw me against beds, tables, counters.

His hands were shoved in his pockets. Hands that tore my clothes apart and got lost in my hair. Hands that roamed my body and knew every curve, dip, and valley. Hands that were nimble and commanding.

I cleared my throat and shook my head when I realized I was falling back into old habits of loving him. While I had set myself on not loving Kol ever again, seeing him in front of me, I felt myself losing my resolve. He smirked down at me as he realized I was admiring him.

“I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” I asked, trying to remain steadfast in my attempts to not care for him romantically. I would be his friend if he wanted, but I refused to be his lover again.

“The one and only Kol Mikaelson, but you can call me Pretty Boy if you wish. I kind of like it.” He smirked. “And you are the eternally stunning and sexy Y/N Y/L/N. Although, I liked to call her-”

“Fine.” I groaned and put my hands on my hips. I didn’t wish to hear any of his pet names for me since they were wildly inappropriate and embarassing in a public setting. “Yes, it’s me. Hello, Kol. What do you want?”

He smiled proudly as he continued.

“Did you really forget me?” He asked, feigning hurt. “I thought after everything-”

“Cut the bullshit, Kol.” I cut him off harshly. “You tried to compel me. All those years ago in New Orleans, you tried to compel me. You wanted me to not hate you so it would be easier for you to live your life. Break ups are hard, whatever, but you broke your word and that’s what hurt the most. It was nice to see you again. Please, do forget to write. Bye now.”

I shoulder checked him as I walked past him, proud that I didn’t fall victim to his charm. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t close to it. In our time apart, I had forgotten just how charming he could be.

In all the years apart, I never thought I’d come across Kol again. I thought if I pushed my feelings for him away, never acknowledging them or processing through them, they’d stop. Seeing him again and being in such close proximity, I was confused. More confused than I had ever been.

“Wait!” He called, jogging to catch up to me as I was trying to settle my thoughts and get away from him. “How do you… I thought I…“

“I’ve been wearing vervain since I turned.” I responded easily, waving my hand to brush it off. “Never trusted Klaus not to compel me. Ironically, he wasn’t the one to be concerned about.”

“I’m sorry, about everything.” He attempted before I stopped and turned to face him. He looked at me with regretful eyes and I knew he meant it. But I couldn’t let him sweet talk me.

“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “Don’t apologize for something you can’t control. We don’t control how we feel, but we do control how we act on it. You should’ve respected me a hell of a lot more than you did. I loved you more than anything and you walked away from it all…”

“I know. I know.” He said, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner. In that moment, I was suddenly reminded of just how attractive a stressed Kol Mikaelson was. “I fucked up. I’ve thought about how I hurt you everyday since I left.”

“Well, it obviously didn’t bug you too bad. I heard you got married. Congratulations.” I added sarcastically and turned to leave again. Every minute I stayed, I was reminded of how much I loved the son of a bitch. I was reminded of every fucking thing relating to him that I tried to forget for years. Every single ounce of love and devotion I had for him was coming back and I couldn’t fight it much longer.

“Please, Y/N.” He said softly, causing me to stay where I was.

I couldn’t remember how long it had been since Kol had spoken so softly to me. He would use that soft tone when he came home from a rough day of fighting for or against his family, when he was bummed out, when he just wanted company, or when he was truly upset about what he had done.

“Oh fuck it.” I sighed and offered him my hand. “We can talk back at my place.”

He hesitantly took my hand and followed me to the condo I bought when I first started staying out here. We walked in silence, his touch reigniting old flames within me.

It was a mistake. I knew it from the moment I stopped to talk to him. He was going to hurt me again. He was going to break my heart. How many more ways were there for him to rip my heart out, anyways?

Finally we reached my place and stepped inside. He made his way to the couch as I headed to the kitchen, tossing my sunglasses on the table by the door.

“Would you like anything?” I offered. “I’ve got AB+ and bourbon.”

“Bourbon, neat. If you don’t mind.” He replied.

I came back with two glasses and the bottle. His neat, mine on the rocks. I sat on one end of the couch and he sat on the other. There was a full cushion between us and the tension in the room was heavy. Quietly, we drank from our cups.

“So this is where you went after New Orleans?” He asked.

“It’s more of a vacation spot. I actually live in Mystic Falls now.” I replied with an awkward nod.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said, stirring his glass thoughtfully.

“Stop apologizing.” I said flatly with a shrug. “It won’t change anything and you know that… How is she, by the way? How’s she handling the extra power?”

“Davina?”

I nodded.

“She’s great.” He replied with a slight nod. “Lovely girl. She did die for a bit due to the power but she came back. She died a second time but the Hollow brought her back. You would’ve loved her, very resilient and powerful… Reminded me of you in a lot of ways.“

“ Well, I think you loved her enough for both of us.” I added sarcastically. “Too bad she didn’t stay dead though.”

“Are you mad?” He asked genuinely. “Do you hate me? You should. I did the worst thing possible to you. It’s one thing to break your heart but to try to compel the pain away, I had no right. You must hate me.”

“I’m frustrated, yes.” was all I answered with. I should’ve hated him and I wanted to. I couldn’t… I didn’t…

“Sexually?” He teased with a wink.

“Oh my god.” I groaned and put my drink down before getting to my feet. “What do you want from me, Kol?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“Why didn’t you just let me walk by? Why did you have to come back into my life? Why now?” I questioned with my arms crossed. I was getting fed up. It’s been almost two decades and suddenly he wants to come back in my life? No call, no text, not even a letter in all this time. How dare he stand here and thinks a few ‘I’m sorry’s will fix everything

“Y/N, I know you won’t believe me, but I do still love you.” He said, setting down his glass before standing up and closing the distance between us. He gently uncrossed my arms while I rolled my eyes, I don’t know why I let him, and held my hands in his. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“You chose her.” I stated, keeping my eyes on the floor. “You abandoned me.”

“I know…” He placed my hands on his chest, pinning them with one his and used the other to tilt my head up to his.

The feeling of his shirt under my hands. The tension in his muscles beneath my touch. The desire to pull it off and run my nails lightly down his chest and his back…

“Please don’t, Kol.” I breathed, realizing that I was falling victim to my old feelings. I wanted him in every way possible, but I also wanted him to leave, to never show his face in my presence again.

“Don’t what, Darling?” He leaned closer, moving his hand to my cheek.

“I can’t.” I turned my head away from his touch and taking a step back but it wasn’t far enough to free my hands from their spot above his heart. “I spent years trying to forget how much I loved you and now here you are, trying to pretend like we’re completely okay. You’re married for fuck’s sake. And maybe I met someone else.”

“Did you?” He asked curiously.

“Yes.” I lied. “A sweet, kind boy named Peter.”

While I did know a boy named Peter and I may have had a relationship with him, he was not my boyfriend. He was nothing more than a casual hook up, but it was the best defense I had against Kol at the moment.

“Are you two exclusive?”

“Does it matter?” I scoffed. “You do have a wife, in case you forgot.”

“Not anymore.” He admitted. “We didn’t work out.” He shrugged.

“As much as I do still want you, I can’t.” I finally said, stupidly admitting everything. “I can’t because you tried to control me with no thought of how I felt about it  You betrayed my trust and you broke my heart. I can’t let myself get hurt again.”

“Give me one more chance Darling.” He pleaded, putting his free hand on my hip. “I promise I will not hurt you again.”

“Kol, I-” I tried to argue.

“No, Y/N.” He stopped me. “I know I cannot change what I did but I can try to make up for it. I can try to fix what I broke. I still love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you. Davina was fantastic but she just wasn’t you.”

“Then why did you choose her?” I finally asked. “Why did you throw away four centuries of love and support and appreciation, four centuries of a real connection for a handful of years?”

“I don’t know… She was…” He admitted and shook his head. “But through everything, she couldn’t compare to you, not to any aspect of you.”

His words were hypnotic. They always had been. He always knew exactly what to say and what voice to say it in. I wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to touch him. But I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. It would destroy all the walls I had built between myself and Kol. But then again… what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Right?

“How so?” I finally spoke, a slight smirk on my face as my hands gently rubbed his chest. I had caved. The look in his eyes, the closeness of our bodies, it drew me right back in to him. All those years I tried to distance myself, it didn’t matter. I was right where I started with him. I knew I was going to regret this.

“Well for starters,” He began, a slight pep in his voice. “her skin wasn’t quite as soft.” He said, gently running his fingers over my arm and up to my jaw, placing a kiss on my exposed shoulder. “Her voice wasn’t as silky, her lips not as full.” His thumb ran over my lips. “My name didn’t sound quite the same when she moaned it. Can you remind me of just how that sounds?”

I hummed slightly, melting under his touch. His hands abandoned their former positions and moved to squeeze my hips slightly, pulling me against him. “Fuck, Kol.” I moaned slightly. A groan sounded from his throat as he pressed his lips to my neck.

“What else?” I asked, swallowing hard to keep my composure.

“Her back didn’t arch the way yours does.” He pressed a hand against my lower back, my chest now flat against his. He moved his mouth and pressed a kiss to the spot where my throat met my shoulder. I automatically tilted my head to give him access and my eyes slowly shut. “She didn’t have this one spot on her neck.” He mumbled against my skin.

“Wait, Kol.” I pushed him back by his chest. “Don’t think this changes anything.” I said, attempting to salvage whatever restraint I had left.

“Do you love me still?” He asked softly. “Or do you love your boy Patrick?”

“What does Peter matter?” I answered. “Oh Darling, are you jealous of him?” I mocked him with words he used against me the last time we spoke.

He chuckled slightly. “I’m jealous of any man who you allowed to touch you that isn’t me.“

“I’m not a rebound girl. I’m not going to be some booty call that waits around to fuck whenever you’re needy. This isn’t going to be a regular thing.”

“I never considered you to be one.” He nodded. “You are simply the only girl I cannot forget. A thousand moons and a thousand years can pass while we’re apart and I will still be thinking about your lips, your eyes, your voice. Every minute of every day, you are the one constant thought that has been with me. You are all I need in this world. I would do anything for you, always and forever.”

“In that case…” I bit my lower lip. “Why don’t you keep telling me what you like about me.”

“Does this mean you pick me over Paul?” He smirked, lifting me by my waist. My legs hooked around his waist tightly and his hands rested under my thighs. My arms hung loosely around his shoulders.

“Peter.” I corrected, placing a kiss on his forehead. “But maybe you can convince me.”

“We fit like two puzzle pieces, my Darling. And Davina didn’t wrap around me quite the way you do.” He commented and quickly moved us to the kitchen table. I kicked off my heels and hooked my fingers in his belt loops and tugged him forward.

He laid one palm flat against the table, the other kept my body pressed against his. I moved one hand to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.

Slowly, both hands moved to be under his shirt, savoring the familiar feeling of his body under my fingertips, and pushed the fabric up. He pulled away only to remove the article of clothing and throw it across the room.

He pushed me down to lay flat against the table and ran his hand down my chest and stomach. He placed a kiss on my lips, my collarbone, the center of my chest.

My fingers ran through his hair as his lips came back to mine. Our mouths were in perfect sync, just like before. I parted my lips and his tongue explored my mouth, crashing against my own. I tugged his bottom lip between my teeth and he groaned.

“You do that so much better.” He said in a whisper and I pushed myself up with a smirk.

“I can do a lot of things better.” I winked and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bedroom.

“I missed you so much.” He sighed, eagerly following me.

“Don’t act like I sent you away.” I commented, shutting the door behind us.

“What can I say?” He chuckled. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

I slid my dress off my shoulders and laid back on the bed as he climbed over me, pressing his lips down my exposed body.

“So does good sex.” I moaned, my back arching against him.

“That’s the way you remember it?” He asked, sounding offended. “I distinctly remember great sex.”

I flipped us so I was straddling his hips and I leaned down to place a kiss on his chest, grazing his skin with my fangs and drawing a groan out of him. “Maybe you can remind me.” I whispered in his ear and he shivered slightly.

“I wonder…” He trailed off, rubbing one hand against my thigh, the other moving to my bedside table as my mouth worked in the other side of his throat. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and watched the movement of his other hand. He slid open the top drawer and pulled out a navy blue tie. “So this is where my tie has been.”

“Was that yours?” I teased against his skin before pulling my mouth away. “I hadn’t noticed.”

I slid down his body, placing wet kisses along his exposed torso before my mouth reached the hem of his jeans. I undid the button and zipper with my teeth and he assisted in ridding himself of the fabric.

“That’s new.” He smiled as he sat up and I climbed into his lap. I rolled my hips against his as his lips found my collarbone.

“I picked up a few new tricks.” I shrugged with a teasing smile.

He chuckled and changed our positions. He pinned my hands above my head and tied them to one of the posts of my headboard with his tie. I pulled against the restraint but didn’t escape.

“All these years, and I can’t touch you?” I flirted with a pout, resting one leg around his waist. “How is that fair?”

“So you do want to touch me?” He teased.

“Hmm… The feeling is fading.” I answered with a smirk.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve been wanting to touch you for quite some time.” He smirked, his eyes clouding with lust.

“What are you waiting for, Pretty Boy?” I teased, lifting my head to meet his lips. His body rolled against mine and I pulled away to let out a moan. “Fuck me.” I groaned.

“I plan to, Darling. Just making up for lost time.” He said, dragging his thumb across my lips.

WARNING: DO NOT READ FARTHER IF YOU WANT THE HAPPY ENDING!!

Kol and I reunited for what felt like hours, both of us climaxing multiple times. Now he slept silently next to me while I answered the twelve calls and twenty three messages from Rebekah.

“Dammit, Y/N. Where have you been!?” She exclaimed when she picked up. “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours! Or did you forget that we were supposed to talk?”

I climbed out of bed, sliding into my black satin robe and slippers as I traveled to the kitchen to talk.

“I’m sorry, I was a bit busy.” I chuckled and I knew she was making a face of annoyance back in New York. “But I’m here now. So what’s up?”

“Kol told me a few weeks ago he was planning on heading to Vegas to get a break from Davina soon. I guess they’ve been fighting a lot lately, something about him being distant and talking in his sleep about something or someone she didn’t like.” She said and my mind raced. Could it have been me he was mumbling about? “Was that him I heard earlier, when you ran into someone?”

“Are they still together?” I asked, attempting to feign neutrality. “He was the one who was in my way a few hours ago… He seemed like he was having a good time.”

“Oh, no.” She groaned. “Please tell me nothing happened between you two.”

“Weell…” I trailed off.

“Dammit, Y/N.” She scolded. “He’s still married! What did he tell you?”

“He lied again…” I realized and pushed my tongue against the inside of my cheek in irritation. “And I fucking fell for it. God, I’m such an idiot! Why can’t I just be done with him? After what he did before, I let him right back into my life! Bekah, why am I like this?”

She sighed softly. “Don’t blame yourself, Y/N. He knows you too well. He knows exactly what to say to tug your heart strings and make you putty in his hands… But think about it this way, maybe they are on their way out and you two can try again. But for the moment…”

“I’m so fucking pissed I could snap his neck. I might even be willing to dagger him at this point.” I laughed in annoyance. “Hey, I heard something more important the other day, something MUCH more relevant. Did you hear that Hope figured out how to get the Hollow out of you guys so you can be a family again?” I changed the subject.

“Yeah.” She answered, not pressing the subject of Kol again. “Hayley called me the other day and told me. I cannot wait to see my annoying lot of brothers again. Marcel doesn’t quite care for them, but he knows how much I miss them.” I could hear the smile in her voice and it made me happy to know Rebekah was finally having a happy life.

I heard Kol stirring in the bedroom and the joy I felt for my best friend was replaced with a burning annoyance and growing hatred for the man I once loved with my whole heart. “Hey, I’ll see you next week. I have something I need to take care of.” I said in a tight voice.

“See you soon, Y/N. Take care.” She said and ended the call.

I slammed my phone on the counter and stomped back into my bedroom. I collected his shirt on the way back and the rest of his clothes. He smiled warmly as I walked in but his expression changed as he saw my face.

I threw his clothes at him and his eyes widened in shock.

“Rebekah callled.” I said, crossing my arms. Admittance settling on his face, knowing he was caught in his lie. “Told me something rather interesting. How many times are you going to fuck around with me while you have Davina, you lying son of a bitch? I’m not something you can pull out of your pocket when you’re bored!”

“Y/N, please.” He said calmly, tugging his jeans on. “Let me explain.”

“No.” I said firmly. “Get the hell out of my apartment. I’m completely done. Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t even fucking write. Do one thing for me and just disappear again, why don’t you?”

“There’s more than just-” He began, pulling his shirt over his head.

“NO!” I yelled. “You cheated on me with her before and now you cheated on her with me! I’m DONE. I thought we could start over but no, we can’t. Get out before I snap your neck and throw you in the streets.”

He nodded slightly and collected his phone before heading towards the front door.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He sighed, a hand on the doorknob and I ground my teeth in annoyance. “I do love you, that was never a lie. And I do want you back. I’m going to divorce Davina, that’s why I came here but I’m sure Bekah told you that. Judging from the look on your face you don’t want to hear anything out of my mouth. We needed a break but I don’t see it working out anymore and when I saw you again, looking as beautiful as you do, I knew I made the wrong choice all those years ago… Will I see you next week, when Hope rids my siblings and I of the Hollow?”

“Maybe.” I admitted nonchalantly. “But don’t expect me to speak to you. I won’t be there for you, not in the slightest. I do not want to hear you speak my name again. I know I will not speak yours.”

He nodded sadly and left. I took a deep breath, now feeling worse than the first time Kol left. He used me. I didn’t know if I should believe what he said. Why should I? He lied to me about her before. I felt horrible, used and disrespected. How dare he. I would not speak to him the next time I saw him. Mystic Falls was MY home. He would not make a fool of me there. It now looked like I needed a new vacation spot since Vegas was now tainted. Seeing my friends again in a week helped with the terrible feelings, but seeing Kol there sucked.