#but I also remember now how much drawing striped pants sucks

[empressofmankind]

Something about boarding and capture, and me not minding so very much.

[notanotherreidgirl]

Dreams Come True

Summary: Spencer is a tease and Reader teaches him a lesson

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, choking, restraints (handcuffs), degradation, gagging, mommy kink

Word Count: 1460

A/N: This is a part 2 to Wake Me Up but it can be read as a stand-alone. It was actually requested by @thatsonezesty13 and I got a little carried away - I hope you like it!

Spencer had been insatiable after your confession. That day you had him in the kitchen, the shower, and a vacant office at the BAU. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. Usually, you wouldn’t mind at all but the team had been called away to Arizona for a case. 

You had a strict no sex rule during cases, absolutely no exceptions. Lives were at stake and you channeled all your energy into finding the unsub. Also, the team didn’t know about your relationship and sneaking into each other’s motel rooms would be a dead giveaway. It wasn’t that you really wanted to keep it from them but there was something exciting about sneaking behind the backs of the best profilers in the country. 

Spencer was not a fan of your rule but he knew to pick his battles. Normally, he used it as motivation to get the unsub as quickly as possible. Except this time. This time he couldn’t be in the same room as you for 5 minutes without having to physically restrain himself from kissing you. It was hot and you had exchanged your blazers and dress pants for sleeveless blouses and skirts. And this case was long. They had been there in the sweltering heat for a week. A whole week of sleeping alone in his motel room. So Spencer made a plan.

If looks could kill, everyone within a 10 foot radius of you would be dropping like flies including that pretty officer with the local police swooning over your boyfriend. He had been doing this all day - being overly sympathetic with female witnesses, asking them to call him Spencer, wearing those adorable glasses. At first you found it amusing and made a mental note to tease him about how transparent he was when you were back home but now he had you seeing red. You tried to act unbothered but you were seething and Spencer could tell. He knows you inside and out. The officer was leaning over his shoulder and asking idiotic questions like What’s a geographic profile? or So how high is an IQ of 187? 

You finally had enough when she grabbed the end of his tie - the purple and white tie he had worn on your first date. You were out of your seat and across the room in no time. Spencer looked at you innocently but you weren’t having it. “Reid, I need to show you something.”

You never called him Reid but he was never such a brat. Smugly, he followed you to the end of a vacant hallway. “Are you enjoying yourself?” you asked.

“I don’t know what you mean” his mischievous smile gave him away. 

“You don’t? And here I was thinking you were a genius. But you’re not. You’re just a dumb, desperate baby, aren’t you?” you toyed with his tie, tightening it around his neck until it was just a little uncomfortable. “You need me to remind you who you belong to? Have you forgotten?”

“No, Mommy” he gasped. You closed the distance between you, feeling his erection against your stomach. Satisfied, you undid his tie and harshly pulled it from his neck.

“My room. Tonight” you turned on your heels and left him there, breathless and hard. Despite the promise of punishment, Spencer was over the moon. He won. Or so he thought.

That night you absentmindedly flicked through case files while contemplating your plans for Spencer. In truth, you were excited. He had been such a good boy recently, you could hardly remember the last time you had to punish him. His knock shook you from your reverie. “Come in.”

As soon as he entered you were on him, harshly turning and pushing him against the door so you could deftly handcuff him behind his back. You pulled the cuffs back so they dug into his wrists and pushed him on the bed facedown. 

“Is this what you wanted? You needy brat” you reached between his legs and palmed him over his pants, applying just a little too much pressure. “You think that little officer could do this to you?”

“No, she couldn’t. I’m sorry, Mommy. I don’t know what I was thinking” his earlier arrogance was nowhere to be found. 

“You weren’t thinking. That’s the problem. If you want to be a stupid, little slut then that’s how I’ll treat you” you gagged him with the purple tie you had taken and threaded his belt from his pants before tugging them down. Without warning you swatted him with the belt and he lurched forward, struggling against the cuffs. With every blow his hips ground into the bed and the handcuffs chafed the skin of his wrists. When you were satisfied with your work you turned him over. He winced as his raw behind came into contact with the scratchy motel sheets. You slowly pulled the tie from his mouth. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, I have!” he squeaked, upset that he couldn’t touch you. 

“Good, now you can make it up to me.” You pulled the hem of your oversized shirt over your head and straddled his face, holding yourself just out of reach. He craned his head up and his arms thrashed behind his back, the handcuffs digging into his wrists. Frustrated, he let out a pitiful whine. “Use your manners, baby. Or have you forgotten those too?” 

“Please, Mommy. I want to be good. I’ll do anything” he had gotten himself so worked up over the course of the day and having you just out of reach brought tears to his eyes. As you lowered your dripping core to his face, you let a hand drift down and wipe a stray tear from his face. You knew your punishment was his fantasy brought to life but you couldn’t help yourself. The poor thing just wanted to get your attention, just wanted to be with you all the time.

He was ravenous, licking a stripe up your slit before pressing an open mouth kiss to your core. He loved eating you out - loved how your thighs quivered, how you tasted, how you pulled his hair and made incomprehensible little noises. His tongue found your entrance and he took his time licking around it before pushing in, savoring the string of curses you let out. You were unbearably close and you grinded down, practically suffocating him. Spencer latched onto your clit and sucked hard, triggering your release. You convulsed over him, having to brace yourself with your arms as you rode out your high. He hummed happily and made no move to stop. His head was off the bed at this point, tongue laving over your sensitive sex and drawing out your second orgasm with ease. 

Shakily, you pulled away from him, pushing his face into the bed to keep him back. He looked at you with dazed eyes, his chin glistening from your arousal. Did I do good?

“There’s my sweet baby boy. I knew he was in there” you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue as you undid the handcuffs. Immediately his hands came up around your face, deepening the kiss as if to say I want you, only you. It wasn’t a part of your plan but you pulled him up into your lap and slid a knee between his legs. “Go on, baby. Come for Mommy”

His eyes screwed shut as he rode your thigh. It didn’t take long, you had him on the edge nearly all day. Once, twice and then he was coming all over your thigh. You showered him with praise and reached over to the nightstand to grab some Kleenex and the bottle of lotion you had put out. You took your time, gently massaging in the lotion and pulling the covers up over him. He tucked himself into your side and rested his head on your breasts, his arms circling your waist and pulling you in close. 

“I’m so sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to make you mad. I miss you when we’re on cases.” he murmured into your chest. 

“I know, baby. I miss you too but you know why we don’t have sex on cases.” you sighed and threaded a hand through his hair. He gave you a reluctant nod and buried his face into your chest. You could feel your resolve crumbling. God, you were going so soft for this boy. Was this his plan all along? Probably. 

“But maybe on long cases like this one or when you’re being especially good, I could make an exception. Does that sound ok?” He smiled into the soft skin of your shoulder and sleepily littered a trail of kisses up your neck. 

“That sounds like a dream come true”

[slightlymore]

remote control

fem reader x kun x doyoung x ten

genre: smut, pwp, some crack because 96 line duh

warnings: 4some and everything regarding that,,, unprotected, cum play, toys, overstimulation, masturbation, fingering, oral, little slaps to the coochie and thighs, grinding, anal ahem let’s go

idk what spirit possesed me while writing this 😳😳 don't take me accountable it was not me I swear ✋✋✋absolutely not for the faint of heart

vibe: they give you some birthday cake :)

words: 3.8k

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Ten groaned after he put a foot in the candle-lit living room. 

"Y/N, when you invited me for dinner I didn't expect to see the faces of those two idiots as well."

Doyoung, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of the tv, rolled his eyes while Kun furrowed his eyebrows offended. 

You patted Ten's shoulder with a giggle. 

"It's a festive dinner, the more, the merrier." 

"I hate to say that Ten's right, because he's never right, but I also thought this was a romantic duo escape," Doyoung finished arranging his presents in the dedicated spot as if it were Christmas and sighed. 

"Well,” Ten took a chip from the bowl in front of Doyoung, “I see that we share one brain cell. Is that the good shirt Kun? The one that shows off the pecs?" Ten teased the older who scoffed. 

"Do you know how cold it is?" he eyed Ten's exposed chest as he had three open buttons. 

Doyoung snorted.

You bit your lower lip to not giggle again then clapped your hands once as to get their attention. 

"No fighting for one night. Please? The food will be here soon." 

"Wait, you didn't cook?" Ten placed his gifts on the coffee table. 

You shook your head and he chuckled, high fiving you. 

"What are we doing in the meantime? Movie?" Kun sat on the couch, staring at the way Ten didn't let your hand go for a few more moments. "Come sit here," he continued, patting the spot near him, "you said you were very tired."

You sighed and fell on the couch, the sudden movement making Kun wobble so he grabbed your thigh to sustain himself. He considered it a very comfortable armrest since he didn't show any desire to take his hand away. 

"We can open the gifts," Ten sat on the ground in front of you with a wiggle of the eyebrows. 

Doyoung whined dramatically. "But it took me so much time to arrange them aesthetically."

"No one cares about yours. Y/N, open mine," the younger smiled excited, his smirk making you chuckle once and you accepted the gift he was extending you. 

"What's this?" 

Doyoung brought his gifts along and sat on the other side of the couch, his shoulder rubbing on you when he tried to find a more comfortable position. 

"Open it and you'll see," Ten murmured. 

The box under the wrapping paper was foreign to you so you shook it a few times. Kun frowned trying to read better and Doyoung gasped after a few moments of blinking. 

"Ten? Is this a vibrator?" you finally asked when your hand wrapped the pink toy. 

Ten laughed at your reaction and took the object from your hands. 

"Happy birthday. It's a remote vibrator," he explained happily. "You can control it with your phone. Remember when you told me about how it's hard for you to change speed on your vibrator in certain positions? Since it's hard to reach?" 

Kun and Doyoung shifted on their seats at his words and you felt your face burn. "Ten! That was confidential," you grabbed the toy back and shoved it into its box.

"Make sure to try it. If you need help to understand how it works I can help you," he winked and you couldn't help but giggle a little. 

"Well, now you have to check mine," Doyoung disrupted the moment by shoving his box in your arms instead. 

Ten leaned back on his hands with a grin, so sure of his gift being the best one that he choked on air at the sight of the white delicate material in your hands. 

"Oh, Doyoung! It's beautiful!" you touched the lingerie with your fingertips before lifting it, looking at the way the light could easily pass through it. "I hope it fits."

"It will," Doyoung was proudly smiling at you, probably patting himself on the shoulder in his head. 

"Doyoung keeps staring at your ass so he probably knows your size but I won't believe it will fit until I see you in that myself," Ten passed his tongue on his lip and you rolled your eyes positively amused. 

"Ten, stop being horny challenge," Kun murmured. 

"I can let you see her in my gift if you let me also teach her how to use the toy," Doyoung offered a deal. 

"Uhm? Guys? I'm right here?" 

Ten and Doyoung ignored you, deep into their stares battles until Ten smiled slyly as if they silently came to a compromise by themselves. 

"Y/N? What do you seriously think about that?" he locked eyes with you, the heaviess of that suggestion making a lump form inside your throat. 

"Model that for us?" Doyoung whispered on your side. "We just want to make sure it fits," he raised his palms, no sly intentions - he meant.

Passing the occasion to fuck your hottest friends on your birthday? You were all heated up at the thought and you did want to hide away, but their hungry eyes gave you courage. 

So you shrugged, faking nonchalance. "Okay."

The guys let out surprised sounds and Kun's hands on his gifts tightened, making the packet crinkle. 

Doyoung sat up from the couch and Ten followed suit as if needing to move. The sudden change of air made your hair swoosh and you chuckled before noticing Kun's gift. 

"Oh, right," you tried to take it but Kun was quick to pull it away. 

"It's not for me?" you blinked at him a few times. 

"Uhm," Kun sucked the air through his teeth. 

"Oh? Kunnie is embarrassed that his gift is very PG? Did you buy socks?" Ten teased him, the hot pink toy already in his hands making his image even wilder. 

"Come on, Kun," you smiled. "Whatever it is, it's alright. I'll love it," you assured him, stretching one hand again and you both laughed as he kept it out of your reach. "Kun!" you grunted, almost climbing in his lap. 

The man slid away from you on the couch, your body hovering over his when he didn't have any more space to run away to, until you straddled his waist and made your way upwards, grabbing at his extended arms and pulling down. 

A little triumphal squeal left your lips when you reached the box and you quickly opened it. Kun let out a defeated sigh, his free hands now resting on your thighs draped on both sides of his torso. 

So concentrated on the gift, you didn't even notice the lack of teasing from the other two when Kun whispered. 

"You can use it as a blindfold."

The silk scarf in your hands felt like water on your skin. 

"What?" you finally realized what Kun said. 

"Like this," he sat up and your body slid down to his thighs in the movement. He took the scarf and gently placed it on your eyes. 

It felt so soft on your eyelids that you sighed pleased. 

You chuckled slightly embarrassed from the sudden silence but it was quick to get disrupted when you felt your lips kissed gently by Kun. 

"It heightens your other senses," he whispered like a demonstration.

The other two groaned loudly, bickering about how you needed to change into the lingerie first before doing anything else. But your mind was too concentrated on how Kun's body felt under yours and on his hands palming your lower back and going to cup your ass to actually hear anything at all. 

You pushed into the kiss, even more, diving your hands into Kun's hair, the blindfold making the sensation even more acute indeed.

"Kun, don't be greedy," you heard Doyoung talk and Kun let your tongue go. You really liked it and desperately wanted to keep your mouth occupied, so when Kun turned you around with your back to touch his chest, you hummed pleased to feel someone's lips on yours again. A different taste and a different technique and you wondered if it was Doyoung, his teeth on your lower lip making you whine. 

"I knew you were a biter," you murmured and his breath, hitting your face as he chucked so close to you, caressed your skin so deliciously that you wanted to feel it everywhere. And thank goodness that Kun was there because he gave you just that, his tongue licking your neck in little circles before he started to suck on it. You whimpered and felt Doyoung pull your jaw, even more, catching all of your sounds with his mouth again. 

"I washed it-" you heard Ten enter the living room again and you wondered when he left in the first place. "Oh shit, yall already like this?" he commented and you dropped your hand from Doyoung's stomach to his crotch and felt his hard rock cock under the pants. He bit your lower lip again at the sensation and you whined, mirroring his heavy breaths. Then you whined again, this time alone when Kun's hands were quick to pull your sweater off your frame. He adjusted your blindfold again before palming your arms at the sudden goosebumps formed on your skin. 

In a second your lips got occupied again and this time you tasted Ten's chapstick instead of Doyoung's mints, the latter probably occupied with fumbling with your pants. Your bra got opened by Kun's hands at the same moment your bottoms got dragged away from your legs. Your knees buckled under Doyoung's cold touch and he whistled silently when you opened them up to drape over Kun's legs. The latter's fingers were gently cupping your soft breasts and you had to break off the kiss to pant. Ten didn't complain and promptly dropped to your chest instead, letting his tongue draw wet stripes around your nipples then flicking your swollen buds with such vigour to make you squirm in Kun’s arms. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” you heard Doyoung’s voice somewhere on your left, probably enjoying the view. “You like to have three guys all over you, don’t you?” 

Your mind started to buzz when Kun’s hands dropped to your stomach, your breasts occupied by Ten’s mouth, and when they grasped at the cotton of your panties you squeezed your thighs together. 

Doyoung clicked his tongue and lightly slapped them open again. “Be a good girl and open for Kun.” 

“Are you going to take my fingers well, baby?” you heard the latter whisper into your ear. You moaned, letting your head fall backwards on his shoulder and Kun was quick to suck on your exposed neck. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out and your hands automatically went to Ten’s hair and pulled when Doyoung hooked his fingers under your panties and dragged them down your legs. 

Completely nude in front of them, you could feel Kun’s jeans rubbing on your bare ass skin, his soft sweater making you want to fall deeper into his embrace. 

“Fuck, I might just cum right now,” Ten murmured, lightly caressing your legs.

You wondered what he was looking at but then in a moment your lips got parted by Kun's fingers and when he started to gently rub your wetness, everyone swore softly under their breath, and you knew.

You whined and arched your back into his touch, the thought of giving them all a show going to your head. And you got even dizzier when Kun turned your head around to shove his tongue inside your mouth just when you felt someone else's tongue lap at your core. 

The wet sounds were sinful and there were so many hands on your body that you squirmed, the heat of them collecting all inside the nub someone was mercilessly flicking. And when he groaned, breathing out on your pussy, you recognized his voice and tried to imagine just how hot Doyoung looked between your legs. 

"I want to see you," you murmured breathlessly against Kun's mouth. Ten clicked his tongue amused. 

"Don't think so."

"You need to cum first, baby. Is that alright?" Kun asked with a low raspy voice.

His hands kept roaming your breasts and his cock was so hard against your ass that you wanted him to bury it in you already.

A loud wet smack made it difficult for you to talk and Doyoung's soft laugh sent vibrations through your body. 

"Yeah. This is how I want you. Fucked so good it's difficult to talk." 

Your legs twitched as you felt his fingertips nudge at your entrance and when you felt one slowly pumping you, your own fingers gripped Kun's arms that were keeping up thighs apart.

"If you're like this with just one finger, what's going to happen with all of our cocks?" Ten wickedly whispered near your jaw and you realized he was kneeling on the couch near you. 

"Are you going to be a good girl and take Ten in your soft mouth, baby?" Kun's teeth grated at your earlobe and you gasped loudly, feeling Doyoung inserting his second finger, scissoring inside of you so deliciously to make you beg. 

"Close, please, so close-," you mumbled then moaned Doyoung's name as he sucked on your hard clit. 

Your sounds got all choked up as you felt Ten's fingers tapping at your lower lip. You opened your mouth wide, tongue out waiting for him. Kun's blunt nails dug into your ass at the view and Ten grunted, presumably fisting his cock before slowly pushing past your lips. You relaxed your jaw and lifted your palms to place on his stomach but Kun was quick to grab your wrists and block your movements. 

"We want you helpless, baby. No touching. Let Ten have fun with you as he pleases."

His voice was so teasing that your whined, face stuffed with Ten's cock, giving Doyoung even more drive to eat you all out. He knew you were close so he picked up the pace, for a moment the only sounds in the room - your wet pussy and choking sounds. The vibrations of your throat were driving Ten insane as he held your head with one hand and fucked your mouth. Kun's fingers flicking your nipples just added to it and you were completely gone, cumming on Doyoung's hot tongue in seconds, legs shaking and hands gripping the first thing you could find. 

"Fuck, you're so good," Ten's voice was becoming a whine as he let you go to breathe and come down your high. 

Doyoung's lips were peppering kisses on your thighs as Kun's praises lingered in your ears. 

"Now give us another one, babe," Doyoung hovered over you and kissed your lips, letting you have a taste of your arousal. 

You dragged the blindfold to your neck and squinted, the view keeping you dizzy. 

You turned your head to Ten and opened your mouth again, shifting off Kun's lap. Ten was quick to slide on your tongue, hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to anchor himself. You whined and felt Kun's hands grab your waist, letting him adjust your body on all fours to his liking. And when you heard his belt unbuckling, your whole body twitched again. 

"Shit," he let his palm drag between your wet lips, wetting his cock with his fist and pumping himself a few times. 

Ten was kind enough to slide out as Kun stretched you out because it felt so good that you gritted your teeth. 

"Good girl," Doyoung hummed, hand moving your hair out of your face. "Does that feel good?" 

"Yeah," you breathed out. "Want your cock too."

Doyoung inhaled sharply and took his phone out of the back pocket. Ten moaned curses and you looked up right in time to see the hot spurts before closing your eyes. You felt them on your face and you were quick to open your mouth as well. 

"Fuck, Y/N," Ten breathed out, collecting some with his fingers and shoving them in your mouth. You licked them thoroughly, jolting as Kun spanked your ass once as if requiring your attention. He didn't need that, because the way his heavy cock felt inside of you was the only thing roaming your head, and when Doyoung finally got close too, you realized what the phone was needed for. 

The buzz of the vibrator filled your ears and when he placed it on your nipples first you thought you were going to go insane. 

"Hm, our little fuck toy enjoys this quite a lot," Doyoung hummed, letting it slide down your stomach. 

"Do our little toy also want all of her pretty holes used?" Kun asked, his spit falling between your asscheeks under his thumb. He caressed you gently before giving it a trial press down. 

"Yeah yeah please," you breathed out, wiggling your ass against his stomach when he stopped fucking you. 

"Toy or cock princess?" Ten caressed your face with both hands, lips so close that you were dying to kiss him. 

"Cock."

"Hm," he smiled wickedly. "Doyoung, you heard the order."

Said man chuckled. "Yes ma'am."

Kun was quick to slide out and you whined at the sudden emptiness. The toy passed from Doyoung's hands to Ten's and for a moment you wondered what they would use that for now. 

"Ride me, love," Kun looked breathtaking leaning down on the couch. You turned around and straddled his lap, the build-up of your orgasm already gone and you were desperate to go back there. 

You closed your eyes as you sat on his cock again, sliding down slowly until meeting the base with your clit. Kun grabbed your waist and pulled you down on his chest, your nipples starting to rub on his sweater. You loved it but needed his naked body so you slid your palms underneath it to meet his hot skin. He lifted his arms up and threw it to the side, letting your breasts bounce on his face as you rolled your hips. 

A sudden movement made you turn your head behind you to where Doyoung placed himself. His palms soothed your spine and got to your face. You accepted his fingers into your mouth as Kun watched with open lips - just the view of his cock disappearing inside of you enough to make him go over the edge. As Doyoung's fingers gently nudged at your asshole, Kun gladly accepted your nipples in his mouth, hands squeezing the base of them. 

"Relax, baby. You're doing so well," Doyoung's low voice accompanied his fingering. 

"Fuck," you grabbed Kun's hands, the difference between their movements, gently and harsh, making you unable to think. And you almost forgot about Ten right where the buzz of the vibrator got closer to you. 

"Ah shit," Doyoung groaned through gritted teeth, his tip slowly going past your entrance. "I've always wanted to fuck your pretty ass."

You inhaled sharply at the sensation, Kun stopping with difficulty to give you time to adjust to Doyoung's girth and when you begged them to move again, they didn't hold back. 

It was intoxicating and so dirty that your head was spinning. They fucked you at different speeds on purpose and you were bouncing between their bodies like an actual fuck toy. 

"Such a good slut, taking two cocks at the same time," Ten commented, his hand already palming himself again. 

Kun let his head fall back and closed his eyes, his trembling hands on your waist telling you he was close. 

"Are you going to let Kun cum inside that little pussy of yours?" Doyoung leaned down, grabbing your jaw to tilt your head backwards.

"Yeah, yes, yes," you mumbled nonsense, so close to the edge yourself. 

Doyoung's hand slid to your neck and pressed a little, choking your loud moans.

It all got desperate in a matter of moments, Kun's rhythmic thrusts completely gone and Doyoung's quick snaps to keep you on edge, all until Kun groaned and went limp underneath you. His cum filled you all up as he thrust a few more times riding his high. 

"Not a single baby girl will remain unsatisfied," Ten announced, breath heavy thanks to the spectacle, the toy in his hands finally making sense when he placed it on your clit. Everyone groaned as you clenched on their cocks, Kun's half-hard one still inside of you. 

"Fuck, Ten-," he whimpered. 

"What is it, Kun? Can't take some overstimulation?" his friend teasingly retorted. 

"Cumming-cumming so close-," you fell on Kun's chest and he wrapped your body with his arms as it swung back and forth at Doyoung's movements. 

The latter was also close given his heavy breath and tight grip on your ass. 

"Are you going to cum with me, love?" he asked. "Can't do it alone, understood?" 

"Shit Doyoung-," 

"Understood?" he slapped your ass harshly and you mewled, nodding fast. 

"Keep that in," Ten whispered, adjusting the vibrator to hit the sweetest spot on purpose. 

Kun whined against your face, his cock already hard again inside of you but unable to move. 

"Three-," Doyoung's voice was rough. 

You whined, nails leaving red marks on Kun's shoulders. 

"I can't anymore!" 

"Two-"

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as Doyoung's cock railed you just as intensly. 

"Cum for me princess," he finally ordered and you almost screamed, the orgasm washing over you so hard that you were afraid you'd blackout. Doyoung came just as hard, his cum filling your other hole to the rim. 

Ten gave you a break and took away the wet toy, his eyes blown out and panting lips. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered. 

Kun's cock twitched inside of you and you let him go, sliding down on his body as Doyoung sat back on the couch, eyes trained on the way you were spilling with his seed. You let your legs drap over his thighs, resting on your stomach as you reached Kun's cock, eagerly taking it into your mouth. Your ass in the air on Doyoung's lap was too pretty to be left alone and Ten was quick to hand the other the toy. 

"Fuck, you're amazing," Kun grabbed your face, looking at the way you pursed your lips around him. 

You were a mess - pleasure tears poking at your eyes, saliva on your chin and cum sliding out of your holes. Doyoung was quick to push it inside again with the vibrator though, loving the way your ass jiggled in his hold under his light spanks. You cried out at the overstimulation then whined helplessly again as Ten spread your legs apart.

"Can you take me as well, love?" he pressed his tip on your raw clit and when you let out a positive moan he slid inside easily with a deep swear. He felt heavenly and his whiny void was by far the sexiest. 

Doyoung stood up to give Ten some room to play in and he got close to your stuffed face. You hummed around Kun's cock and your body shook as Ten gently placed the toy between your ass cheeks as he fucked your tight pussy.

You looked up at Doyoung with glossy eyes and letting Kun go for a moment you let your tongue out. 

Doyoung smiled wickedly and slid his cock inside your mouth.

[hobidreams]

TES Minis: IV {M}

to celebrate yoongi’s first big break, you give him a proper treat.

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: smut, fluff words: 2.4k contains: condomless sex, dirty talk, oral (m), they get it on in semi-public (there is a limo), yoongi gets spoiled <3 a/n: this is a drabble for The Early Shift, but can be read as a standalone. this was written as a commission for Black Lives Matter!

It’s not a big deal.

Okay, it’s a little bit of a big deal. But is it a big enough deal to warrant all this splurging? Yoongi doesn’t know, as he watches you swipe your credit card on the machine, his stomach pleasantly full of extremely expensive steak. (He doesn’t even know how much the bill actually comes to; the menu didn’t have prices, that’s how fancy this place is.) But damn, was it tasty. And watching you try not to spill anything on your only nice dress was very entertaining indeed.

“Babe, stop it,” you snap, drawing his attention to your slight pout.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re thinking again.”

“It may surprise you, but I do that sometimes.”

You roll your eyes. “You know what I mean. Get out of that snarky,” he gives you a look, “but cute mind. All of this is worth it, Yoongi. Your song, going platinum? Of course we have to celebrate!”

“But it’s just one song and there were four other producers—”

“No. You’re not allowed to downplay yourself like that.” You reach over the table, grabbing his hand. You squeeze until he’s smiling (a little exasperatedly) right back at you. He likes the attention, even if it does make him squirm. He deserves to feel proud of how hard he worked. Speaking of, you check your watch and wince at the time. “Come on, we have to go!”

“There’s still more?” Yoongi asks, downing the bit of bubbly alcohol left in his flute before pulling on his blazer.

“Duh. Have you ever known me to half-ass anything?”

“Nope. Never.” His eyes wane as he laughs, flashing those pink gums. “Drives me nuts.”

Stepping into the elevator, he bundles you close against him as it begins to descend. He presses an easy kiss to your cheek while he links your warm fingers together, wordlessly rubbing his thumb on your skin. His tell, for when he’s feeling especially close to you. Your heart grows two sizes bigger.

You’re right on time when you reach the ground floor, dragging Yoongi along to the front of the building. You swivel your head, looking for—ah.

When Yoongi sees the sleek black limousine pull up in front of you, his jaw absolutely drops. You resolve it was worth every won to rent the thing.

“You didn’t.”

“I totally did.”

The young chauffeur steps out of the driver’s seat with a friendly smile and a bow. You return both when he opens the backseat door for you two. “Thank you,” you say, and climb in.

“Where did you even find one of these?” Yoongi is still incredulous as he follows you inside, running his fingers along the nice leather. Limos of this size are rare around town, so you get his disbelief.

You shrug like it was no biggie. “Jungkook knows a guy who knows a guy.”

“Wow. He’s well connected for a kid.” He says it without malice; Jungkook is who he went straight to when he was looking for a flower guy for your first anniversary. That bouquet had been damn magnificent.

Yoongi’s still looking at the full bottles of wine and whiskey that line the sides when the car starts to move. “Where’re we heading?” Some notes of an R&B influenced song float through the air.

“Taking the long way home, so settle in.”

Among all this luxury, Yoongi’s a sight to behold in his dark suit, legs slightly spread, arms stretched, plump lips still a bit wet and doubly enticing. It’s with a smile that you shuffle towards him, messing up your tint on his mouth as a simmering heat lights in your veins.

“Your home or mine?” He whispers when you break for a breath, amused at the baby pink that now rims the side of his lips. He’s also panting a bit more, the crotch of his nice pants starting to feel tight.

“Soon to be ours.”

Yoongi’s eyes soften as he strokes a few strands of your hair. “God, I love you.”

“Sap.” You laugh, squishing his cheek with a finger before going back to get another kiss. This one gets a little steamier than you both intended but you roll with it, tongue slipping into his mouth to meet his in an easy rhythm. Then his hand is on your chest, sliding between the fabric to cup a bare breast in his palm, to squeeze in a way that never fails to make you moan.

“Wait, fuck, shit,” he mutters when he opens his eyes to watch you react, and he remembers where the hell he is right now. He hurriedly pulls his hand away, casting a glance at the poor driver who definitely does not deserve to witness the two of you behaving like horny teenagers.

You quirk a cheeky eyebrow at him. Then to his surprise, you shove him, making him fall backwards onto the leather seats.

“What’re you—”

“Shhhh, we’re celebrating.”

You feel around near the sunroof, and grin when you find the button you’re looking for. With a quiet whirr, the partition starts to go up, blocking the driver from view.

“D-Did you drink too much champagne?” He knows all the ins and outs of your expressions, and this one is dangerous.

“Nope.”

Your smile may be lopsided, but he can tell it’s a hundred percent genuine as you stoop between his legs and run fingers across his belt. You’ve got it unbuckled in seconds, his cock out just as swiftly. Despite all his protests, it’s already half-hard, firm between your fingers.

“Babe, is this even legal?”

You dip your head and Yoongi hisses when your tongue meets his bare skin, unabashedly lapping a stripe across the frenulum. “Who knows,” you hum.

“Baaabe...” He thinks he might lose his mind, watching how you draw back to let a trail of spit drip from your bottom lip right onto his dick, smearing it all over the now-turgid head with your thumb. His girl, still so beautiful even though the only lighting comes from the blurry rows of streetlights that speed past.

You keep your hand slightly slack, sliding it along the shaft at a teasing pace so all you hear is the sensual beat of the current song and your boyfriend’s supressed moans. Occasionally you’ll use your mouth, suck the head into sudden heat to watch how Yoongi’s eyes glaze over with pleasure. But if he thinks this is all you’ve got, then he doesn’t know you at all.

“Open your hand,” you whisper, lips wet against him.

He does. Then gives a groan of disbelieving arousal when you deposit something slinky and black onto his palm. It’s still warm, and he can smell how aroused you are from here. Yoongi had watched you put on the tempting thing a few hours before dinner, but he never imagined he’d be touching them in this scenario. When did you even remove them? It’s a question that no longer matters when you lift your skirt up.

“Damn, I’ve got to write more songs,” Yoongi growls, still keeping his voice muted and low.

You laugh as you dip the hand that’d been on his dick between your thighs. It’s a bit of a challenge to keep yourself balanced on this rather narrow seat, but your determination (or stubbornness) wins out. You part your folds enough so he can hear how ready you are for him.

The sound makes Yoongi eager, already pushing up so he can feel for himself, but you shake your head. “Let me spoil you,” you purr, collecting some slick with two fingertips before slathering it onto the cock that twitches with interest.

“This is more like a punishment.” But he shuts up fast when you start to lower yourself, when he feels the first bit of your tightness accept him, squeeze him. You take it so achingly slow, swallowing an inch just to ease off and make him savor it, all with mischief in your casual expression.

Reality is, though, it’s a struggle. Oh god, you definitely wish you followed Jungkook’s leg and core workouts more strictly now, as you fight to keep from just sinking fully down in one move. At least your muscles haven’t started trembling yet, though they’re getting there as you lean forward, try to alleviate some of the strain by resting your elbows beside his head.

“Hi,” you whisper when your eyes meet, then kiss away his quiet moan as you drop another inch. The limo seems to hum beneath you as you get closer to home, the apartment that now houses two of your newly adopted plants, and a music producing station now truly on its way to becoming fully-fledged. A space that’s slowly becoming seamlessly shared. “Yoon, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“I can—” he chokes when your cunt clenches, “I can feel that.” It’s getting harder and harder for him to keep his mouth shut. You love that, when he can’t help but groan at how well you fit together.

Lower you go, letting your mouth run. “Fuck babe, you’re stretching me out, so goo—”

The pressure comes all at once. Your bodies suddenly jerk forward with the car and in your surprise, you slam down, crying out when his cock smacks against your cervix. The burn quite literally knocks the breath from you, lethal when coupled with the sharp spike of pleasure at being so full. There goes your plan of slow seduction, but neither of you are complaining.

“Sorry!” The driver calls, his voice coming through alarmingly clear through the partition. “Sudden red light!”

You look at Yoongi, and he looks at you. Silly smiles bloom across both your faces before you bury your nose into his neck. His white shirt is getting wrinkly, but who cares because you feel him shift inside you, nudge against your sweet spot and bliss pools in your stomach while you whimper.

“You should be quieter, since the divide is that thin,” Yoongi mutters, hand fondly squeezing your ass. “Even if I like hearing you scream.”

You roll your eyes. “The question is, can you?” It’s a little cramped still, but you work with what you got. Swivel your hips, grinding your clit onto him so he feels how much tighter you become. You scrunch the dress up, wanting to give him a view of how you sheathe all of him with every stroke. He groans appreciatively despite himself.

But it stops being about teasing him soon enough, once that haze of need takes over your brain and you start moving faster without even realizing it. It isn’t long before you’re practically bouncing on his cock, dragging you both closer to your ends with each sloppy squelch. “Shit, if you do that—”

“It’s all you,” you gasp, and it’s true. Yoongi always feels this good in you, no matter if it’s on your tiny single bed or in the backroom of a coffeeshop or an expensive ass luxury limo. On that delicious thought, you press two fingers to your needy clit and whine so loudly it makes Yoongi look at you in alarm. (It’s still fucking hot.)

You cum first, but that’s no surprise. It’s a point of pride for him to never leave you on the edge, and he’s happy to stave off his own orgasm for as long as it takes to get there. Sometimes even twice. But there’s no need for that now when your cunt is leaving him with no other choice than to unravel and fuck his cream as deeply inside you as possible. His hands clamp down on your thighs as his face screws up in concentration, enjoying every last pulse before he’s left with just pants and aftershocks. Just for fun, you manually give him a squeeze of your walls, just to watch him scrunch his nose in oversensitivity.

“Devil.”

You stick your tongue out at him.

It’s only when his cock softens enough to slip out of you that you gingerly shift back onto the seat, sitting with your ass slightly tilted up until he can hand you back the scraps that make up your panties. You feel humid, but it’s kind of nice with his cum still stuffed inside you.

“I think we should rent limos at least once a year,” you say, glowing with sweaty satisfaction. “That was fun.” While this night had cost you a whole paycheck, you’re graduating this year anyway, hopefully into a full-time job. You make a cheeky mental note to set 1% of your future paycheck aside for limo rides or other sex-cursions.

“Yeah, it really was.” Yoongi chuckles as he watches you smooth out your hair.

Seconds later, post-nut clarity evidently settles into his brain because his face falls. “I’m going to have to tip that poor driver everything I have, aren’t I?”

You flash all your teeth with your grin.

Groaning, he glares at his cock before tucking it back into his boxers. “Your pussy is gonna be the death of me.” But he makes you cuddle with him anyway, even though you’re both sticky and your fancy clothes definitely need some heavy dry cleaning.

Outside, you’re starting to recognize the neighbourhood and shops, your scenic route coming to an end. Yoongi sees it too, so he pulls out his wallet and starts flipping through the bills. He looks up every so often, as if doing the mental gymnastics as to figure out how much this kind of thing is worth. He looks so earnest that it makes you feel a little bad for him.

“Yoongi,” you say, after he pulls out way too much money. “Remember when I said Jungkook knows a guy?”

“Yeah...?”

You shut his wallet for him. “The driver does this kind of thing often. So, don’t need to worry about it. He’s used to it.”

Yoongi stares at you blankly. Then his eyes narrow, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that is not supposed to be adorable but totally is. “I was panicking this entire time! I was so worried that—I thought—You just—! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You cackle, planting yourself squarely in his lap before leaning your head on his shoulder. He’s so warm and solid against you, effortlessly comfortable. “Love you,” you say with a smile, “super proud of you.”

Yoongi’s still grumbling when he presses his face into your hair. You don’t hear exactly what he says but you’re pretty sure it’s something like “you’re the worst.” Or maybe (probably) it’s “you’re insufferable.” Either way, it means you’re the most precious person on this earth.

a/n: i can’t tell you how much i love writing soft Yoongi! i hope you love him too 💕 bonus: how did Yoongi ask you to move in? ♡

[angst-fairygodmother]

Vengeance (Diego Hargreeves x Reader, Kinktober)

A/N: Oh boy...this one went hard. Pun intended? It’s technically a direct sequel to PDA as opposed to a stand alone. But I suppose it could also be read alone. Up to you.  Word Count: 1874 Kinktober Prompts: Edging/Teasing, Angry Sex (kinda) Rating: E(xplicit) Content Warnings: blowjob, dirty talk, mild degradation, swearing, teasing, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation Cross-posted to AO3 here.

After the stunt Diego had pulled, you were eager to get him home and growing annoyed with every delay from how slow he was eating to the fact that he wanted to take the scenic route home. However, you let him continue, knowing exactly what he thought he was doing, and what was actually happening instead. 

As soon as you made it through the door, finally, you pounced on him, knocking him back against the closed front door and kissing him harshly. This was the kind of kiss that doubled as a war, and you were determined to win. His hands gripped your hips, holding you close and you used that to your advantage as well, grinding slowly against him and drawing out a groan from his parted lips. You nipped at his lower lip before slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tried to slip a knee between your legs, leaning like he hoped to flip you around so he could take control, and you growled, pressing your hands to his shoulders to keep him exactly where you wanted him. 

“Y/N?” he asked, panting as you drew back to trail your lips along his jaw.

“You were cruel,” you said, punctuating your words with little open-mouthed kisses. “Toying with me at dinner, teasing me by dragging out the walk home. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Unless you tell me to stop it is,” you purred, continuing your journey, dragging your teeth lightly down the column of his throat. 

He groaned, his head falling back so that he stared at the ceiling and his neck was bared for you. Deftly, your fingers unbuttoned his shirt as you continued to kiss and lick every sensitive point you could reach, thankful that for once he had forgone his usual sweaters in favor of a nice dress shirt. Sliding it off his shoulders, you growled in frustration when you found that he was wearing an undershirt. Rather than waste precious time, you abandoned the idea of slowly stripping him bare and moved to undo his belt instead, sinking to your knees to kiss the exposed parts of his stomach as you untucked the offending shirt.

As you teased trailing fingers over the prominent bulge in his pants, a flicker of movement caught your eye and a flash of white sailed over your head. You ran your hands over the taut plane of his stomach, feeling his breath shudder beneath your fingertips.

“Oh now you want to be good?” you questioned, a self-satisfied smirk on your face. “It’s too late for that.”

You hated giving up even that fraction of control by allowing him to decide for himself to take off his clothes, but what you wanted to do would be so much easier without fabric in the way, so you did. You rocked back on your heels and stared up at him, totally in command despite your suppliant position.

“Fine. Then strip for me.”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, nodding rapidly and nearly falling over himself to follow your orders. When he was bare before you, you placed your hands on his hips, pressing him back against the door. 

“Now, stay right there,” you instructed, letting your breath ghost over him. 

You trailed feather light kisses across his skin, lips crossing every inch except where he wanted you the most, lingering to pay particular attention to the sensitive scars that littered his body from years of fighting. 

“Y/N…” he whined, fists clenching at his sides as he resisted the urge to bury them in your hair and guide you to what he needed. “Please…”

“Please what?” you asked, rocking back and removing all touch, which only made him whine louder. “Use your words Diego.”

“Please, baby, I need your pussy, your mouth, something, anything. I need you, need to feel around me baby.” he begged, repeating it like a chant. 

You bit your lip, the sound and sight of him so desperate for you so quickly sending a jolt of electricity through you, your thighs clenching in a search for friction. His words cut off suddenly in a wanton moan as you surged forward, licking a long stripe along his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking harshly. His head slammed backward, banging hard against the fiberglass he was practically pressed into and you paused; you had no intention for your little game to result in actual injury. 

When he didn’t seem to have a pained reaction, you smiled around him and began to move, each bob of your head sinking you further down onto him until he was hitting the back of your throat and you struggled not to gag. You kept the pace slow, almost lazy, and when he bucked his hips, trying to take more than you were ready to allow him, you reached up, digging your nails sharply into the bony parts of his hips and pressed him back again. He hissed, sucking in a sharp breath as the pain bled into the pleasure.

You felt him trembling beneath your touch, so close to tipping over the edge that you could literally taste it on his skin, the salt of sweat and pre-cum mingling on your tongue. Staring up at him, making sure he could see the predatory and pleased look in your eyes, you slowly backed away, pulling your mouth off of him completely. A thin line of spit continued to connect you to him and you raised a hand to demurely wipe it away.

“Fuck, why did you stop?” he panted. 

“Because, I’m not done with you yet.” You rose to your feet, pressing yourself to the long line of his body. “Maybe now you’ll learn your lesson about playing nicely.”

You leaned in as if to kiss him, when you caught something spark behind his eyes, a fire that you very rarely saw, and it distracted you just long enough. Strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him and then suddenly, it was your back against the wall. He kissed you hungrily, all tongue and teeth, as if he truly intended to devour you whole. One hand trailed down your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist so that he could press even deeper against you. 

“Diego,” you moaned as he turned his attention to your favorite place, the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

You tilted your head to give him better access to it and he rewarded you with a harsh bite, sure to leave a mark. 

“Bedroom, now,” you panted, trying to regain some semblance of control. 

Finally agreeing with you on something, he moved quickly, lifting you so that you could wrap your other leg around him as well, balancing your weight with hands that pinched and grabbed at your ass. Without breaking his attention from your neck, he stumbled down the hall, not caring that you knocked into the walls and doorframes as you went. You kicked off your shoes somewhere along the way, and as soon as you both dropped onto the mattress, his hands travelled up, practically tearing your rumpled dress off you. 

“You think you’re the only one who can play games, princess?” he growled, biting and mouthing down your exposed skin until he reached the swell of your breasts. 

Roughly, he slid one of his hands under the band of your bra, palming your breast and rolling your pert nipple under his fingers. You arched into his touch, reaching around behind yourself to undo the clasp (before he completely ruined the expensive garment by stretching it out of shape). As soon as you did, he yanked it off you, and fixed his lips around the unattended bud, sucking harshly.

A high, keening whine escaped your lips and he chuckled, vibrating your skin. His free hand moved your panties out of the way, sliding them down just enough to allow him access. 

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, teasing you with the faintest touch of his fingers over your folds, not dipping close enough to bring you any satisfaction.

“Truce?” you asked breathlessly. “No more games. Just fuck me.”

“Oh I’ll fuck you alright, princess,” he growled, moving back up your chest and throat to hover over your lips again. “But there’s no truce until you’re begging. And remember, you started it.” 

He smirked at your shiver of anticipation. With one thrust, he bottomed out, pausing long enough for you to adjust before he set a punishing pace. Each time he withdrew nearly all the way out, only to fill you completely once more, your body fluttering around him as he found his mark with precision, driving you mad. 

“Diego!” you cried, voice strained and eyes squeezing shut. “I’m going to cum!” 

“Go ahead, cum for me. But I want you to look at me when you do.” He grasped your chin with one hand, holding your gaze on him, the other hand tweaking your nipple again.

You cried out, your muscles spasming and clenching around him as you came, but he continued to fuck you through it, pace never stopping. You bucked your hips to meet his thrusts with your own. If he wanted war, then you would fight back with all you had. 

The coil within you wound up again, quicker than you thought possible, and you started seeing stars. 

“That’s it baby,” he muttered before pressing his lips to yours, tongue delving deep and motions never faltering. 

You felt yourself crest over the edge of pleasure again, sucking his lower lip into your mouth and biting down on it as you did, your squeal mixing with his groan.

“Can you manage one more for me, Y/N?” he asked, stilling for a moment, all his performative aggression vanishing in the wake of concern for you.

You nodded, unable to find the words but still wanting him more.

“That’s my girl,” he smirked before resuming pounding into you. 

You squeezed the hand he had entwined with yours and brought your other one up to scrabble across his back, surely leaving thin red lines with your nails. His hand trailed down your body, leaving your breast to slip between you and rub circles on your oversensitive nub. 

You wrapped your legs back around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you panted. “I want you cum with me Diego baby. Please. I wanna feel it.”

Your words and bucking, pressing closer than should have been humanly possible, the clench of your muscles around him, the sting of your nails, it was all too much for him. His hips stuttered, thrusts losing their rhythm until you felt his release, driving you over the edge again with a primal scream, vision flaring white, every nerve overstimulated. 

Weakly he trailed to a halt, pulling out of you and rolling to the side, brushing sweat-damp hair away from your brow.

“That was amazing,” you mumbled hazily, rolling to face him, clinging to him weakly as you came back to earth. “I should rile you up more often.”

He laughed, equally breathless as he snaked an arm around your waist. “Fuck, I love you.”

[thorinthehottotty]

Kíli - Stubble

A/N: Omg... This gif gets me everytime. ALSO IT KÍLI KTUESDAY!

Summary: Kíli's feeling a bit insecure about his beard and you decide to share some wisdom to make him feel better.

Warnings: SMUT...

"I really wish my beard would grow in. It's so short." You glance over at the lanky dwarf and blink in surprise.

"What do you mean?" You ask. "You mean you aren't styling it like that?" Oh, that was the wrong thing to say, his big brown eyes look so sad. Immediately, you drop the firewood you've collected and dart to his side. "Oh, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! I just meant that's a look where I'm from, a popular one!"

"A dwarf's pride is his beard, Y/N!" He gasps.

"Oh, Kí, I'm so sorry! I just figured you kept it trimmed like that."

He looks a bit defeated and you feel a ton of guilt. You reach for his face, cupping it in your hands. It pokes your hands roughly. "If it makes you feel better, Kíli," you begin, "in my culture this is concidered an incredibly sexy look. Women love stubble like this. And at one point I would have killed to date a guy who not only had stubble, but had it this length and it didn't grow so fast." He frowns at that, a bit confused rather than legitimately upset now.

"Why?"

You can't help stepping closer and stroking your thumb slowly over his chin, a bit entranced, to be honest. You were getting lost in the fantasy, imagining that addictive burn between your legs. "This length makes it extra course. It feels... Other worldly during certain activities."

Kíli's frown deepens, he didn't stop you. He didn't want to. Hesitantly, you brush a thumb over his delightfully pink lips. They're soft. "What exactly are we referring to?" He offers quietly.

You smile, breaking from your trance a bit. "Oh, you know," you chuckle, feeling your cheeks burn, "oral?"

"Oral?"

"It's like - oh, you're fucking with me." He grins at you charmingly. You draw away, cheeks burning as you glower at him. He at least has the decency to look a little sheepish.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." He shrugs and you feel it was probably a bit well deserved concidering you insulting him. "So, I take it you like to be pleasured with your partners mouth?" He hums, leaning close and smirking at you.

"When they're good at it," you huff, glaring at him. You don't expect him to catch your eye with a soft, pleading smile.

"I've never tried. Could you show me?" The question came as a surprise.

"You... You want to... Go down on me?" You ask. It makes him nod eagerly, eyes lighting up.

"Can you teach me what feels good? How to please?" You gulp and take a legitimate moment to think about it.

The whole dynamic would certainly change between you both. Sure you'd flirt, but you never expected him to be that serious about it. And the fact that he'd never done that surprised you, but he'd obviously had known about it.

Not right now certainly! You hadn't bathed in days and could even begin to think about that. At least the company had camped close to a river. You could wash up if he was that serious about it.

You could certainly use the release. Biting your lip, you nod at him. He tosses the firewood to the side with excitement. "Kíli! Not right now! They'll come look for us out here, we can try it later tonight." He pouts at you dramtically.

"Damn, your right, would it really take that long?" He asks.

"Yes! It takes me a bit longer when I with a new partner," you mumble, turning and collecting the firewood you had dropped.

"Cause your nervous?"

"Yeah, usually." You heart raced in your chest and you could feel the nervousness dropping in your stomach. Damn. You really just agreed to that.

Kíli snuck excited glances at you for the rest of the night. Even when everyone went to bathe (you'd grown used to all the nakedness and even became comfortable enough to bathe with the whole lot(and really it was much safer to bathe with thirteen dwarves who didn't give a fuck if they were naked and would attack anything in sight if it looked suspicious enough)) his eyes ghosted over you with appreciation. You'd send dirty looks his way when he'd smile your direction.

Finally, after dinner you both slipped off toward the river again and then headed up stream a bit. When he was certain you were out of ear shot of the company, he grabbed your hands and pulled you both to sit on the ground. He practically vibrated with excitement while you felt mortification slowly creeping in on you.

"Where do we begin?" He asked eagerly.

"Do you know much about the female anatomy?" You ask him, he shakes his head. "Okay, well there are the inner parts and the outer parts. While the inside feels good, most women don't only orgasm from penetration alone." You offer, to begin, taking comfort in the practical matters of it. "It's the outer stimulation that does it usually. The clit is magic." Kíli chuckles at the last part. "There is a spot on the inner vaginal wall that you can stimulate even with your fingers. That can help it along.

"Can you show me that too?" He asks softly. You nod at him and take a deep breath, then you begin to unlace you pants. He gives you room to kick them off. With a gulp, you spread your knees apart and allow him to gaze down between them.

Despite the darkness of night, Kíli had dwarf eyes that were made for just that. You can see his face etch into awe. Carefully, you part the lips. "So, um... This up here is the clit. It's hooded on a lot of women so to directly stimulate it you kind of have to push that back. It gets engorged too." Damn your face was burning so bad it was probably glowing. Kíli places his hands on either of your knees and leans a little closer.

"So this down here," he slides a hand up your thigh, making you shiver. He does it slow enough you can stop him, but with how nice it feels, you don't want to stop him. He brushes a knuckle lightly over the bundle of nerves and you jerk and whimper. "That's your clit?" You nod, and then his fingers dip more, to your entrance. "This is the vagina, then." You let out a shakey gasp as he pushes into it with a single finger. "So what's the best way to taste it?"

Fuck, he had to know what he was doing to you!

"Lick, suck and bite gently..." You pause and the grab his face, remembering why you were here in the first place. "And don't be afraid to scratch me with your beard." His eyes lit up at that.

He sinks between your legs then, trying to get comfortable. "I'll let you know if something feels good, okay?" He nods eagerly and you lean back onto your elbows. Holy shit, Kíli was about to go down on you! You were his first and he was about to try to-

You arch and gasp when he eagerly dives in, licking a long, slow stripe right on up the middle as his arms wrap around your hips. He'd taken to tucking his arms under your legs. "Fuck, good start," you squeak. He was sparing glances to your face as he did that a few times, making sure to drag his cheeks over the sensative skin.

You're already a mess as he eagerly dips his finger deeper. "Yes, just, ah, just kind of pump your finger now," you instruct. He follows dutifully, dragging his finger back out and in at a slow pace. It was almost relaxing, the way he lapped at you gently. Wasn't exactly orgasm inducing but it was nice. You sunk back in the hold he gave, subtly rocking against his mouth.

"We shouldn't be out here long." You remind, tipping your head back at the feeling.

"Tell me what to do," he begs.

"Add another finger, now." It's a delicious stretch as he slowly pumps them.

"It's so warm and tight. Wet too."

"That a good thing. Means you're doin' good. Focus on the clit more." He buries his face again, this time taking to drawing patterns. He was a natural at this. He tried other tactics as well, you nearly came off the ground when he rolled the clit between his teeth, holding it to flick it with his tongue. With every suggestion and direction you gave, he quickly followed suggestion, to the point he was going on his own. You dropped onto your back, eagerly rocking into his face, the stubble was making you extra sensative as he fine tuned his movements. When your legs began to shake he was sparring excited glaces at you twitching and covering your mouth in attempts to muffle the moans. You're best tacting gasping for breath instead of just keeping you mouth closed.

"Faster, your fingers," you whine. He pushes them into you a little faster. When his fingers pressed against the inner front wall, your jerked and whimpered. "There. Again."

Kíli didn't miss a beat, only pressed his free hand to your stomach, pushing you down. Legs shaking hard, you felt the familiar twisting coming on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasped desperstely, hands tunneling into his hair. "Kí, I... I'm gonna..." He didn't stop as you're remaining hand slapped over your mouth while your legs clamped around his head. A shriek was muffled as your whole body pushed against scruff. You hissed, jerking away toward the end, not able to let him continue to assalt your overly sensative sex.

You went limp on the ground. Kíli pushed himself up, drawing his fingers from you to examine them. One at a time he licks them clean and grins at you like the evil imp he is. "You've done this before," you accuse.

"No. I have not," he replies, leaning over your exhausted form. "But I will definitely be doing it again. I thought you said you don't cum the first time?" You weakly push at his shoulder.

"Shut up, you did good. I guess I'm more comfortable with you than I thought." He grins down at you, proudly.

Then all at once, Kíli presses his mouth to yours. You gasp as he ravishes your mouth and can only attempt to keep up. "Come on now, Fíli's coming up river. Get your trousers on, amrâlimê."

[starfishthestarfish]

LIVE (pjm)

PAIRING:  Idol! Park Jimin x Idol! Reader 

WARNINGS: Smut (M). Pwp, oral (f recieving), fingering, teasing, swearing, sub!Jimin, dom!Reader, fisting, bring the holy water, cum eating, kissing, edging, name calling, begging if you squint, bring more holy water, biting, marking/hickeys, mentions of bondage, punishment, how did i come up with this.

WORD COUNT: 1301

SUMMARY: ignoring your boyfriend’s pleads for attention, you broadcasted a V LIVE. Bad idea, as Jimin gets your attention in another way.

V LIVE IS OWNED BY NAVER CORP.

"Lemme wait for others to connect...” You said, staring at your laptop screen as the numbers raised up in the V app. You were part of a rookie group which debuted under BigHit that had fastly raised up in popularity. You met Jimin even before being a rookie. He had convinced you to audition. A few months before debuting, you both formalized your relationship after you confessed to him. He was hard to get, as he always friendzoned you at the beginning. And about a month later, he asked you to enter a dom/sub relationship. You were scared at the beggining to hurt him, but with time you both became comfortable with it. However, you had to treat him softly, being the small ball of adorableness he is. At least during most of the time.

The numbers had finally raisened up, so you talked once again.

“Hello.” You swiftly lifted your glare through your lashes, to look at Jimin standing beside your desk, in a place where the camera wouldn’t see him. He was pouting, and articulated a word. Noona. You were younger than him, but by the way you cared and took so many cautions with him, he nicknamed you that way. Not that he bother for you to call him oppa at some times. “I turned this on... cause...” You grinned and stared back at the screen. “I didn’t have nothing to do.” Wrong. You were punishing your boyfriend by ignoring him. In your bondage last session, he had cummed without your permission. Your punishment for him was not touching you. For him, it was one of his worst punishments; deep inside you, it was also a torture to use that punishment. You two couldn’t stand more than a day without sex, and the week was almost ending. You both were desperate, but he was obviously much more than you by how much would he beg. So you had planned to remove it this night, until he arrived to your private apartment and mashed his lips against yours in a hungry, full opened mouth kiss, holding your wrists to try and gain control. He had stopped at your orders, and since then be pleading for you to remove the punishment. You inmediatly declined, and ignored him by starting this broadcast. “How are you guys doing?”

However, he had another plans. He got on his knees and crawled below your desk. You raised an eyebrow at his actions, but inmediatly ignored it and looked back at your screen, reading the comments.

:y/n, you’re so pretty!

:y/n

:y/n

:y/n

:y/n how are you doing?

:y/n come to Mexico!

:Saranghae!

:y/n, how is the rest?

"The others are resting, we had a tough-”, You blushed when you felt Jimin hiking up your skirt from beneath and spreading your legs. He couldn’t be serious, now?! You were in the middle of a broadcast! “-day!” He started drawing circles with his finger in your inner thighs, taking his time to move to your core. Just a few inches away from your heat, he started to suck ocassionally on your skin, leaving small, red marks on where his mouth landed. You closed your lips tightly when you felt Jimin’s wet tongue lick you over your white panties. 

:Are you ok?

:Remember to rest!

:y/n?

:she is surprised of my beauty

:She can’t see you

:give us spoilers on the comeback!

:if you see this show my your hand

“S-sorry, I can’t give any spoilers.” You stuttered, trying to mantain your composture. You tried closing your legs, but his grip on you was so strong you didn’t even budge. With a finger, he pushed your already wet panties aside to have full access to your heat. He let go of one of your thighs to open your folds, licking a stripe just between them. You blushed harder, biting your lip to remain silent, just pretending to stare at the comments. You weren’t reading them anymore. You just concentrated on how his tongue moved in and out of your entrance sloppily, ocassionaly slurping your juices, and prayed for no obscene sounds to be heard in the broadcast. You looked down for a few seconds at his eyes. He stared at you, his eyes darker than normal in a clear sign of lust. Your breathe became heavy, and you looked back at the screen. You slighlty coughed and covered your mouth to avoud gasping when he started circling your clit, adding more pressure each second. You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm, a heavy knot in your stomache, and the need to release. Until he removed his tongue.

“Fu- uh?”, You restrained your curse. Your stare was blank, your insides clenched in need of feeling his touch again. What had happened? Did he really denied you an orgasm? He was always under orders, he couldn’t deny you. After a few seconds, you felt three fingers slip at once inside you. You arched your back, trying to make it look as if you regained posture. You didn’t open your mouth, terrified a moan would come out. You checked out how much time had you endured live. 15 minutes. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to turn it off.

“I gotta go guys, I’m re-ally t-tired- bye”, You silently cursed at the way the last words came out almost as moans, and turned it off just as he took his fingers out of you. You released your breath, and thought of pulling away from him.

“F-fuck, Jimin!”, You arched your neck, held on his hair and closed your eyes when he slowly pushed his whole fist inside you. You thought you were going to tear. You normally supported just four fingers inside you, not that this hurt you. Apparently, he knew your limits better than yourself. He pumped his hand in and out of you, and you pulled his hair, moaning. Just as you felt you were close to your release again, he pulled his fist out. You whined in frustration and looked at him, gasping for breathe.

“W-what the hell is wrong with you, Jimin?!”, You opened your eyes to look at him. Even over his piercing dark, lustful eyes and your pussy’s juices glistening on his swollen lips, he smiled like a playful kid.

“You didn’t give me your attention, so I gave you mine.”, He said before licking his lips. You felt your insides twist at the image, and you ached for him to make you cum. If he was waiting for you to beg, damn no, you weren’t going to. Instead, you ordered him.

“...Make me cum”, He stared at you.

“What’s the magic word?”, he laughed. This wasn’t funny for you. You needed a release.

“Now.”, You pushed his head back to your core. He inmediatly started to lick your clit multiple times, kitty-like licks. Just this did you need to explode on your orgasm, arching your back and moaning, your eyes closed. He kept licking you through your high, making sure to leave you clean from your own cum.

“I’ve been a good kitty, please remove the punishment...”, He begged you once your grip on his hair smoothened enough for him to talk again, licking his lips. You stared at him panting, and got up from your chair on your wobbly legs. He crawled out from below the desk, and kneeled.

“Get up”, You ordered him, and he did inmediatly. You approached to him and smashed your lips against his plump, red lips. He moaned slightly when you tugged painfully on his hair. You separated by a few inches, him looking at your lips. You both were lightly panting. “...I’ll remove this punishment, but then you’ll be in denial during next session as a punishment for denying me twice. Got it, kitty?”

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Masterlist

[bjy-on-ao3]

Could you please write a fic about Adachi putting reader’s needs first on her birthday? Maybe with Adachi going down on her and trying to please her (still with all the dirty talk and degradation, though. I mean, this is still Adachi). And maybe some liiight fluff where reader teases him for turning soft. Please and thank you!!

This doesn't really suit the degradation aspect as it didn't fit real well as I was writing but I hope this is still good enough on it's own, Anon! Since this is birthday-related, I decided to break my upload schedule and upload it on my own birthday today! Thank you to Petaldances for beta'ing and catching as many errors/typos as possible! (As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Summary It’s Reader’s birthday and Adachi forgot to get a present, so he improvises in a way sure to gain him some brownie points.

Tags/Warnings Cunnilingus, Established Relationship, Oral S*x, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering

Brownie Points (F! Reader/Torhu Adachi)

When you had initially invited Adachi to your apartment that evening, you hadn’t meant to pester or nag him with questions. There were certainly things you expected whenever he came to visit, of course, but what you were hoping for that day was something a little different. Still, you had intended on keeping the questioning to yourself, only for it to slip out in a rush in a moment of comfortable silence shortly after he had arrived.

“You didn’t forget what today is, right?” You asked hopefully, sitting beside the man on the floor of your apartment living room.

In truth, you wouldn’t have been shocked if he had forgotten, even as much as part of you secretly hoped he remembered, as petty or self-centered as it might have seemed. Adachi didn’t miss a beat though before answering.

“Me, forget? That hurts, of course I remembered!” Adachi protested, his voice dipping into mock offense. “And I’ve even got something special for you,” he added smugly.

He would never admit it, but the date had crept up on him, between being constantly busy with work and all the rest of the tedious day-to-day junk. It had eluded his memory long enough that he had forgotten to buy you anything. Not that he felt he needed or wanted to, of course, at least not from a sense of generosity or affection. He only wanted to get you a birthday present for the brownie points, or at least that was the story he told himself.

You paused, your brow furrowing skeptically, knowing Adachi’s definitions of ‘special’. “Adachi,” you began, pausing for a moment, “when you say ‘special’, you’re not talking about your dick, right?”

He shook his head with a disappointed sigh, reaching up and grabbing your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “As much as I know you’d enjoy that, no, I’ve got something else for you,” Adachi insisted, though you weren’t fully convinced.

“Ah, alright, what is it then?” You asked curiously, feeling your skin heat under his fingers. It was frustrating sometimes how easily even slight touches flustered you.

In a smooth motion, Adachi let go of your jaw, pushing you down onto the floor until you lay flat on your back, following you down and bracing himself above you. He loomed over you momentarily on his hands and knees, his body caging you in from every angle. Despite what Adachi had promised, you expected him to lower his body, press it flush against you and claim your lips in an aggressive, hungry kiss as he often did. To your surprise, he did none of that, leaving you bewildered when he moved down and scooted back, running his fingertips lightly along your clothes.

He paused upon reaching your thighs, kneading the sensitive skin through your pants for a time, almost contemplatively. Your attention was fixed on him, and you could hardly miss the telltale hunger already roiling in his steely eyes. Though there was something distinctly cocky painting his expression, too, as if he was already so smug just thinking about what he had in store for you. It made your curiosity burn ever higher, and you didn’t dare to stop him, wanting to see what he had in mind.

Despite being transfixed on him, you jumped when Adachi’s grip tightened a little and he moved to tug your pants down, pulling your underwear along with them. Your brow sunk again, washing some of the curiosity from your face. “Adachi, I thought I said-” you started, confused, moving to sit up, thinking he was back to his old games despite promising his dick wasn’t his present to you.

You were cut off, though, collapsing back against the floor, when Adachi, ignoring your words, lifted both of your legs beneath your knees and hauled them up. More and more, forcing you to shift across the floor, too, until your ankles lolled over his shoulders and your ass left the ground. You swallowed thickly, noticing how close your now bare cunt waited near Adachi’s face. A rush of wet heat pooled swiftly in your center, more rising to your neck and cheeks, as well.

His tongue slipped out briefly, wetting his lips in a way that magnified the hunger already present on his face. It made you squirm, wanting to press your thighs together and quiet the growing heat between them, but there was no way you could. Adachi chuckled, a sound low and sultry, so unlike the cheery laugh you were used to hearing. A sound of pure craving and self-satisfaction.

“Getting so excited already, sweetheart?” He purred mockingly sweetly. Flustered again, you turned your head away, refusing to meet his smug, stormy eyes. “If you’re so worked up already,” Adachi began as he lifted a hand, skating the tips of two fingers teasingly along your damp lips, “I can’t wait to see you once I really get started.”

You gulped again, this time moistening your own lips in anticipation, finding them suddenly so dry. You weren’t sure whether Adachi was screwing with you. Whether he was only seeing how riled up he could get you before abandoning the rouse and fucking you raw right there on the floor until you were too exhausted to care if he had decided that was an acceptable present. He had never been much of a giver in your relationship, and his needs were always at the forefront of his mind. Sure, there were many mind-numbing experiences to be had in the past, but those almost always benefitted Adachi’s pleasure, too.

Your train of thought on how unlike Adachi it would have been to focus on giving pleasure without taking his own at the same time was cut short when he bent his head, spreading your lips with the vee of two fingers. Your breath stalled, and for a second it felt as if you had forgotten how, before you remembered, though in a way that was shaky and excited. Your mouth, too, was dry, as if the hot slickness between your thighs was sapping moisture from everywhere else.

When his lips touched your cunt and his tongue flickered out, dancing fleetingly over your clit, your hips jolted up instinctively. You groaned, all the tension built up in your chest coming out in one breath. His tongue snaked out again, wriggling against your clit again and wringing a whimpered ah from your lips. Your fingers dug into the floor beside you, needing to hold on to something as his tongue stroked you more deftly.

He set a pace that was teasing almost, slow and lazy, his tongue slipping over your clit in a flat stroke, before drawing loose circles around it. With each languid motion, you squirmed and tried to resist clamping your legs around Adachi’s head. Some strokes were so spot on, they were nearly too much, making you whimper pitifully, the noises breaking with a gasp. Adachi broke his steady pace, shifting from simple licks or twirls of his tongue to sucking intently, and your breath caught again in your chest. With a sharp inhale, you rolled your hips needily, or at least as best you could, given your position.

He pulled back for a moment, watching you through half-lidded eyes swimming with a desire you had seen so many times. It was a wonder how he restrained himself when it was so plain he wanted badly to bury himself in the sodden cunt he was eye level with. Again he shattered any coherent thoughts, leaning back into you and licking a hot, slow stripe up your slit and back up to your clit. His name tore from your lips in a ragged, shaky breath, and you scrabbled uselessly at the floor once more.

You weren’t sure if Adachi was intentionally forcing you to linger so near the precipice of released or it was but a cruel accident. He continued, alternating between short and long strokes of his tongue, more swirling and sucking and small, firm flicks. Some motions wound you up more than others, and you whined and tried to rock your yourself to meet him to show how much they got to you, only to have him change pace and leave you whimpering desperately in protest. Now and then you heard, as well as felt, the soft, low rumble of laugher against your cunt, a sensation that was hot and ticklish.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t you want to cum? I can’t give you your present if you won’t let me,” Adachi teased, and you flushed hotter.

At the same time the derisive tone was embarrassing, it also added fuel to the mounting pressure and heat in your belly, and the tension in your thighs. “I do, Adachi, please, I do,” you begged with a groaned, thrusting your cunt more firmly against his mouth, as if to prove your words.

“Mm, let’s hear it then,” he insisted, turning his tormenting attention back to your pussy.

For the third time, his lips fell to meet your folds, repeating the same motions from before, but more vigorous, merciless, until you could barely contain yourself from thrashing about in your awkward position. The growing spring in your gut felt too hot, too tight, and it was almost agony. Just when the coil was beginning to come undone, promising sweet release, Adachi’s tongue slowed, and you cast a frantic, hazy look toward him, accompanying the glance with a pathetic whine.

“Adachi…” His name was drawn from your lips in a beseeching groan, long for the satisfaction he dangled so close within your reach. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t… if you stop like that,” you ground out, another small breathy gasp interrupting you when Adachi traced a finger along the outline of your cunt.

Despite having not yet reached your peak, you already felt so sensitive, and his fingers toying with you only wound you up more. The heat and desire grew worse, the throb and clench of your cunt around nothing became more difficult to ignore.

When he laughed again, there was a hint of the familiar sheepishness you heard often. “Guess I just can’t help myself. It’s your fault for being too fun to play with,” Adachi confessed, as if you were some favorite toy, while slipping his wandering finger deeper past your lips.

The digit sunk into your opening slowly, though it met no resistance from how slick you were, both with arousal and his saliva. You bit on your lip, muffling the airy gasp from the intrusion, your walls flexing around his finger. He inserted a second, just as slowly, and your body answered him again, your hips bucking upwards once more.

Amidst vision foggy with heat and pleasure, as fleeting and teasing as he ensured it was, you could still easily make out the smugness painted on his face. From the narrowed set of his gray eyes, to the predatory, proud grin twisting his lips and showing off a feral flash of teeth, it all made you shudder. It was startling, and even more arousing, to find Adachi seemed to enjoy himself so much, even when he wasn’t the one being tended to. Maybe the man liked the power of watching you squirm and melt under his whims just as much as he enjoyed fucking you senseless or covering your skin with his cum.

It was only once the pair of his fingers were hilted in your heat that Adachi lowered his head to your quivering lips again, ever more wet as he pushed you further and further, physically and mentally. When his tongue rolled over your clit again, he pumped his fingers in and out; the digits following the rhythmic flick and roll of the wet appendage. When he moved back to sucking - in a way with much more vigor that had your body quaking - his fingers curled upward, as if beckoning toward him though hidden by your yearning cunt.

Between gasps and even more unbridled moans, your breath was beginning to come short and sharp in your chest, a ragged rattle heralding how tight agonizingly tight your body was being wound, the promise of bliss waiting just beyond. “Adachi, I-fuck, that’s it, there, right there, I...I-” your words faded into incomprehensible gibberish, words half made out as his name or breathless swearts, as if the burgeoning pleasure had stolen away full control of your tongue.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let it all out,” Adachi’s were a cheeky, honeyed purr, dripping with knowing satisfaction as he rubbed his fingers more hurriedly against the sweet spot on your insides that made you nearly scream. But his words were short, to the point, and then he was back to mouthing hungrily at your cunt again, obscenely wet-sounding and noisy.

As if his permission had been the last thing you needed to come undone, the tension burst, a flow of liquid heat and relief spreading out from your center to the rest of you. Your jaw dropped and you nearly howled your pleasure, each new breath carrying an even more filthy cry. Unbidden, you rocked your hips against Adachi’s face, your legs seeking to clench together and smother him between them, but failing from the position.

A hum left Adachi’s throat as he continued to lick and mouth at your folds, moving away from your clit at one point and withdrawing his fingers. With a bold caress of his tongue, his mouth was ravaging your soaked slit, drinking up the fruits of his labor and making you shudder and convulse around emptiness, bereft now of his fingers stroking you. You whimpered, the sound plaintive, though your folds and entrance were certainly less sensitive than your swollen clit at that moment. Adachi paid little attention to the noise, lapping up his fill of your juices until he was satisfied and you were left moaning more weak little fucks and ahs.

At last, Adachi drew back, licking his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He slid your legs off his shoulders, settling them onto the ground, splayed around his kneeling form. You lay there, boneless and drained. Your chest rose and fell heavily, and your eyes fluttered closed as you basked in the last little bits of your ecstasy, of the ‘gift’ Adachi had given you for the day’s special occasion.

It was no surprise, though, even to your muddled mind, when the heat of Adachi’s body pressed into you after a moment. Your eyes slipped open tiredly, met with seething gray like molten iron, swallowed up almost completely by wide black circles of desire. The expression further reinforced the wonder of how he had controlled himself for so long to your pleasure alone when it was clear inside a hungry beast was fighting to be free. Though he had already eaten you out, Adachi looked as if he wanted to devour you. The expression made you shiver, and your still sensitive pussy throbbed anew, despite the tired bliss.

“How was that for something special, baby?” Adachi asked, with a grin that was half-teeth and all ego.

[p-artsypants]

I’ll Handle This (6)

In Which Plagg is Annoying

So, my beloved Fiancé really likes Magic: The Gathering. He’s taught me how to play it, and talks about it a lot, but I still don’t really understand it. It’s a complicated game. So this chapter has sections of me purposefully badly explaining the game, sorry if that bothers you lol. 

Ao3 | FF.net

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Adrien awoke curled in a ball. His bed was extremely soft, and he sunk right into it. 

Oh, except it was a pillow. He was still in Plagg’s tiny Kwami body. Great. 

He yawned and stretched, realizing that he was alone in his bed. 

“Plagg?” He asked the room. 

There was no answer, but the bathroom door was closed. 

Plagg was most likely getting him ready, or his human body, ready for school. 

Before Adrien could imagine the worst case scenario, the bathroom door opened, and Plagg emerged. 

Adrien stared, and then declared loudly, “NO.” 

“Yes!” Said Plagg, flouncing into Adrien’s closet. 

“How—why? When?!” 

Plagg brought his pre-chosen outfit into the main room, and started to get dressed, carefully slipping the purple tiger striped shirt over his expertly gelled Mohawk. 

“Did you not see me buy that ultra super strong hair gel yesterday?” 

“I didn’t see anything you bought yesterday,” said Adrien with frustration. “I was in your pocket the whole time, remember?” 

“Oh, then you’re in for a treat!” He slipped on an over shirt, that was black with orange leopard spots. 

“Oh god...”

“You should have been more careful about what you brought home from shoots,” Plagg sang. “Love the leopard spots. Though I’m just a black cat, mixing up my coat on occasion would be fun.” 

“I kept that shirt because I thought it was funny, or it would be good for a costume. You can’t honestly wear it!” 

Plagg blew him a raspberry. “Oh suck it up buttercup! It’ll be fine!” 

Adrien watched with other things on his mind as Plagg finished dressing. Brown pants, rolled up with mismatched argyle socks, and then the same green sunglasses to cover his cat eyes.

“I think I have a photo shoot with Lila after school,” said Adrien. 

“And?” 

“And you should probably attend it. I know you want to piss off my dad and blow off responsibilities that aren’t Miraculous related, but modeling is my job. I’m still under a contract and I get paid for it. That money goes to my college fund, which I intend to use to pick my own career.” 

“What’s one missed shift to the son of the company?”

“A strike against me, and a loss of around a thousand euros.” 

Plagg swiveled his head to look at him. “That much? Is Lila making that too?” 

“No.” Adrien chuckled. “I am in high demand and so I make more. She makes around 15 euros an hour. That’s why she always drags photoshoots on for so long. Me and some of the other models get paid per gig.” 

Plagg scoffed. “That’s stupid.” 

“So will you behave for three hours?” 

“No,” said Plagg, smoothing his shirt and hair. “But I’ll participate in the shoot and play nice with the photographer. Lila, on the other hand, I have plans for.” 

Adrien looked at him warily. “...alright.” 

Doing a once-over, Plagg declared, “just one more accessory, the piece de resistance...” he reached into a plastic bag from his shopping yesterday. 

Adrien gaped in horror. “NO. NO NO NO!” 

—

Gabriel walked from the kitchen back to his office, coffee mug in hand. Dealing with Adrien’s rebellion had been a PR nightmare, but he was able to spin Adrien’s outfit yesterday, as out of character as it was, as merely a phase. A phase which he would grow out of soon, but one that was necessary for Adrien to grow, to explore his own style, to learn fashion in his own mind. The media ate it up, and several articles would be coming out in the next week or so. 

Then the boy in question streaked by him in a kaleidoscope of color. 

Gabriel sputtered on his coffee, staining his suit with the brown liquid, but not caring a bit.

“Adrien?!” He shouted, beyond horrified. He couldn’t tell what was worse, the patterns? The colors? The hair? NO. 

“Where did you get crocs?” Gabriel asked, as Adrien reached the unfortunately unlocked door. 

He turned for just a second, long enough to shout. “Ask my butt, old man!” Before the door shut behind him. 

Gabriel had to call those magazines back. 

—

Plagg arrived at school, drawing the attention of every student mingling there. Some stared in horror, while others held in laughter. 

A student passed Plagg and raised a fist. “Nice duds, dude! Stick it to the man!” 

Plagg responded with a gleeful grin and matching fist bump. 

“Oh my god,” said Nino, as he arrived. “You look amazing.”

“My dad spilled coffee on himself this morning, and the look on his face was totally worth it.”

“God, I wish I could have been there.” Nino sighed. 

“It was pretty amazing, not going to lie.” 

“Oh, while we have a second...I was hoping to have a sleepover this weekend. Marinette and Alya would come over for the evening, and then leave in time for dude’s night. You in?” 

“Just you and me?” 

“Yeah, if that’s cool.” 

“Absolutely! After school tomorrow?” 

“Yeah! Marinette said your schedule was open.” 

“Marinette knew that? I didn’t even know that.” 

“I think she keeps track of that stuff for class activities.” He cleared his throat, not looking at him. “And for no other reason besides that.” 

Plagg chuckled to himself. God, Nino was the worst liar. “I understand. Someone’s got to know my schedule if I don’t.” 

“Marinette is the best, after all.” Nino puffed up his chest, doing his damndest to be a good wingman. 

Plagg didn’t think he needed to try so hard, but props. “She is the best, isn’t she?” 

Nino smiled widely, like he had a secret joke that wouldn’t make sense to anyone. 

A pair of arms wound around his own, squeezing tightly like a boa constrictor. “Good morning Adrien!” Lila chirped. 

“Morning,” Plagg returned, playing casual in front of Nino. 

“I need to talk to you about the photoshoot after school.” She turned to Nino. “Can I borrow your buddy for a minute?” 

“You can have him for five minutes.” Nino winked. 

Lila giggled, sounding pretty realistic to an untrained ear. “Thanks Nino!” Without waiting for Plagg’s permission, she dragged him away to a sequestered corner of the courtyard. 

Before Plagg could even ask what was in her mind, she turned and faced him, expression full of vitriol and rage. It was not a face he’d seen on many mortals. 

“Don’t think I can’t see what you’re trying to do, Adrien.” Her voice was cold, sharp, and harsh. 

Adrien shivered in Plagg’s pocket. 

“And that would be...?”

“Trying to weasel your way out of our little agreement.” 

Plagg blinked, remembering the arrangement they had prepared a while ago. It’s what had gotten Marinette un-expelled. Just schmooze with the brat and she’d leave Marinette alone. But it was very apparent she was ready to take any violation of this agreement as an invitation to jump right back into her conniving ways. 

Plagg would hold out for now, play the long game. He had a plan, and if that failed for some unexplainable reason, then he had another one lined up. It was just a matter of finding out what bait Lila would take. 

He feigned a gasp, as well as she would, and laid a hand on his chest. “Oh Lila, whatever are you talking about? I’m just having a little disagreement with my dear old dad. It’s nothing against you! Honest!” 

She squinted at him. “You’re still on the schedule to model with me later today, so I’m assuming you didn’t actually quit modeling. If you had, this would have turned sour.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Modeling is our ‘fun friendship’ activity, and if you try to get out of it, I’m going to assume you don’t care about Marinette after all.” She shrugged. 

He laughed, a dark sinister laugh that didn’t belong on his handsome, sweet, cherubic face. “You mortals are just so cute when you think you can win against me.”

The look on Lila’s face was perfect. Part confused, part terrified. “What?” 

He spoke with a voice older than time, conjuring magics from the ancient unknowns. “Dos valok th’um krosis!” 

“Did...did you just cast a spell on me?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me. How do your lips feel?” 

She pursed her lips. “I don’t know, a little—“ 

“CHAPPED?” Provided Plagg, with a shit-eating grin. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Do not test me, Lila Rossi. You won’t win.” He gave her a pleasant little smile. 

She stared in bewilderment, before chuckling right back. “Boy, you had me for a second.” She pulled out a tube of chapstick and applied some. “Are you trying to psych me out? Cause it’s not going to work.” 

“Well darn,” said Plagg with a little snap of his fingers. “Thought my necromancy could spook you off. Well, if that didn’t do it, I guess you really do want to be my friend, no matter how quirky I can be.” He gave a happy little sigh. 

Lila was immediately suspicious. “Sure, I want to be your friend...?” It wasn’t supposed to be a question, but Lila wasn’t convinced. 

Unless Adrien really was that naïve. 

“Great!” Plagg clapped. “I have to go talk to Marinette, but we’ll hang out at the shoot! It’s going to be so much fun!” And he hurried off. 

Lila narrowed her eyes back in his direction. There was definitely fishy about that exchange. She couldn’t very well text Gabriel and say, “there’s something suspicious about your son. He actually wants to be my friend. Also he chapped my lips.” That would be too confusing and send all the wrong messages. 

So she resigned to wait until the photoshoot after all. Since, of course, he couldn’t keep up this act for several hours in a row. She could, but she was a professional. 

Her musings came to a halt as she heard the wonderful noise of Marinette’s scream. “MY EYES!!” 

Lila hurried from her nook to find out what had happened. Had someone sprayed her with mace? Pocket sand? 

No. Adrien was merely striking poses in front of her, and she had recoiled in horror. 

“Adrien!” She stated, aghast. “How could you?!” 

He posed again, butt in her direction. “You like?” 

“It’s foul. Are those crocs?!”

“Yep! I contemplated on getting the little ladybug plugs for the holes, but I didn’t really think it was worth it. After all, how often do you look at a man’s feet?” 

“In that outfit, it’s going to be too hard to tell what part is the worst.” Her eyes bounced over the competing patterns and made her dizzy. “Well here,” she handed over a hanger covered with a trash bag. “Your sin against fashion has been committed. I’m willing to do more, but don’t attach my name to it.” 

Adrien just laughed. “Don’t worry, Pooh Bear, your secret is safe with me.” 

Lila’s lips curled in disgust at the nickname. Obviously, she would tell Gabriel that Marinette was enabling his behavior. Maybe she could spin it as her influence all together. Yes, yes, that would work. Two stones and all that. 

—

After school, Lila rode with Adrien to the photoshoot. 

Boy, if she wanted a taste of what the day would be like, she certainly got it. And she should have taken the chance to run. 

“So Nino and I started playing this game with the guys in class,” Adrien had begun, without so much as a greeting. “Have you heard of Magic: The Gathering?” 

“...no?”

“Oh okay, so I’ll tell you all about it.” 

As a master manipulator, Lila understood the masterful art of conversation. There were several strategies she had developed over the years. Her favorite was ‘talk passionately and allow for natural lulls in explanation so they can ask questions’. It made people feel engaged and kept them coming back for more, while she was perceived as interesting and smart, but also humble.

However, it seemed that Adrien was utilizing the beginners mistake of ‘poorly explain a subject you’re not really passionate about without letting the other person talk’. Like an underpaid substitute teacher filling in for a class they don’t know much about.

“So like, there are these cards with different landscapes on them, and they’re all different based on color, right? So there’s water or islands for blue and mountains and stuff for red, right? And each one is worth mana. And you have to use mana to play a card. Except for lands, I think. You can play those whenever, except you have to draw them, you can’t just go searching through your deck. Unless a card tells you you can.” 

Finally, they arrived at the shoot, and Lila nearly fell out of the car in her haste to get away for some peace and quiet, just for a second. 

Who knew that boy could talk so much? 

—

Plagg and his mohawk were led to the makeup trailer. Thankfully for the hairstylist, it came with a salon sink, so Adrien didn’t have to go home and shower. 

“Sorry, Mr. Agreste,” the stylist said as she draped a cape on him. “We have to flatten the mohawk.” 

“That’s alright,” Plagg assured with a polite smile. “It served its purpose.”

“It was very well done, honestly,” she said with a laugh. “For not having the sides of your head shaved, that is.” 

“I had to work with what I had.” 

The stylist just hummed in understanding, as she started to rinse his hair, the gel melting and washing down the drain. 

The stylist sighed, and gave a little huff to herself. 

Plagg normally wouldn’t care, but if his meddling had inconvenienced someone else’s job, that would reflect poorly on Adrien. So, he asked. “Is everything alright?”

“Umm...” she paused, biting her lip. “Look, we’re friends right?” 

Plagg didn’t even know this person’s name. “Of course.” 

“Are you close to Miss Rossi? I know you guys are friends...” 

“I hate her guts.” Plagg declared with a broad smile. 

“Oh good!” She relaxed. “I really really hate working on her. And so does everyone else, and last time she was here, she was just—Ugh, the worst. I got so frustrated because Giuseppe and your father like her, so even if I complained, nothing would happen. Likely, I’m the one that would get in trouble. You remember Alexander, right? The lighting assistant?” 

No. Not one bit. “Yeah?” 

“Well, she yelled at him one time during a shoot, in the back. Apparently, she wanted coffee and he wouldn’t get it for her, even though that’s soooo not his job. So she complained to Giuseppe and got him fired! Honestly, I don’t know how he didn’t get akumatized over that.” 

“I don’t either!” Plagg said, with surprise. “I knew she was a pain, but yikes...” 

“I think you’re a really cool kid, Adrien. But she’s going around and telling everyone you got her this job and—“ she sighed. “People are getting resentful.” 

Now Plagg was mad. It was immediately apparent that Lila had a ‘if I can’t have them, no one can’ attitude, turning the staff on Adrien if she couldn’t win them over with her outlandish lies. Adrien couldn’t afford having that many enemies. He was too soft. 

“Actually...” Plagg began to explain how Lila had wound up with her job, lying to Nathalie and Gorilla to get access to his house, lying to his father to get on his good side, and all the things she did to Marinette, who he took the bullet for to protect. “She means a lot to me,” Plagg said, in regards to Marinette. “So I didn’t mind having to pretend to be Lila’s friend if it meant she could come back to school and not be harassed anymore. It seems that Lila has a loose form of friendship.” 

The stylist wiped her eyes. “Oh Adrien, you’ve got such a heart of gold. I’ll set everything straight with the team. Don’t you worry!” 

“I actually have a plan, that you might let everyone in on. And I apologize in advance.” 

“Lay it on me.” 

—

By time Lila was called in to get ready, Plagg had been groomed into a normal looking boy with normal looking hair and clothes. Though normal protocol usually had Lila in hair and make-up alone with the stylists, Plagg sat in a chair nearby, separated from her by a curtain. 

“Adrien? Shouldn’t you be out there?”

“Oh it’s okay, I wanted to keep telling you about this game.”

“Oh, well, you shouldn’t keep Giuseppe…”

“He won’t mind. So, there’s a bunch of colors, right? Red, Black, Green, Blue, White, and…one more. I think there’s one more.” 

A sigh was heard from the other side of the curtain. 

“No, no I was right, there’s only five. But you can combine them. But not like, mix them? It’s like, Blue-Black, and Red-Black. And Green-Blue. And so different colors have different themes, right? And the themes are different based on the set. Oh yeah, there’s different sets and Wizards of the Coast release like, two or three sets a year. I think. Like they had this one that was all about Dinosaurs and pirates. But they usually aren’t that wacky. Unless it’s a joke set. Which that one wasn’t. I can’t remember the name of it right now, but it started with an ‘I’.” And he was off, explaining all he could remember of the game, from what Adrien had told him, to what he had heard while the boys played at school. If he could find a point to elaborate on, he did. 

Every once in a while, he’d make eye contact with a staff member, who would in turn grin and give a secret thumbs up. 

He started to run out of steam while Lila was in makeup. 

Thankfully, one of the technicians with a grudge noticed, and helped him out. “Would you ever play competitively?” 

Through the mirror, Plagg could see the lightbulb go off over Lila’s head. “You know, my grandfather was one of the chess masters of the world. He won lots of tournaments, and I’m sure he’d love to give you some pointers if you were interested, Adrien.” 

The technician answered for him. “Chess? We’re talking about Magic: The Gathering. Two totally different games. The tournaments are pretty fun too, but I really enjoy playing at pre-releases. They usually only allow you to play with the set you’re buying, so you can’t look at them beforehand…” 

Plagg beamed at the guy, thrilled with how quickly he had shut Lila down. 

Lila, however, was undeterred. She met the eyes of the female stylist and just shrugged. “Boys, right? So, this weekend—“ 

“Shh,” the stylist hushed. “I’ve been trying for weeks to learn this game.” 

Lila crossed her arms and sat silently for the rest of the session.

Once the models were all dolled up, they were escorted out to the set, and Giuseppe got to work with posing. 

Here’s where Lila tried to make up for lost attention. 

“Oh Giuseppe! I had such a wonderful idea for the shoot today! Since the gardens are in full bloom—“

“Which reminds me!” Plagg snapped his fingers. “Green-Black combination cards are really unique because they create a bunch of minions. Like, the cards in them have the ability to spam the battlefield with like a bunch of little guys called tokens that take a lot of extra work to get rid of. Well, like, not a ton of extra work, because they only have like one HP, but like, it's more work then you would have had to do. Wait, white, not black. Actually, I think white is the best at tokens, my mistake.” 

Despite her best efforts, Lila could not suppress a full body eye roll. 

It was exactly what Plagg was waiting for, and he jumped in for the finisher. He turned his sad kitten eyes to her, looking like Puss in Boots from Shrek, and asked, in the most pathetic voice he could muster. “Am I annoying you?” 

Lila stared at him, as the staff and Giuseppe looked right at her, to see her response. 

“I…I…” she stammered. “N-no, not at all, Adrien. I…love hearing about this game.” 

He beamed. “Good! Because I have to tell you about my favorite combination of Blue-black. It’s really high in conditions and making things difficult for the opponents, right?” 

Lila’s nostrils flared, but she held back any other sign of frustration. It was remarkable, really. 

Plagg was quiet while Giuseppe gave directions, and during the actual shooting, but in between takes, when he didn’t have to be ‘professional’ he filled in the silence with whatever jargon he could find. He was wearing her down. 

“Alright,” Giuseppe finally said. “We’re all done with you, Lila. Now it’s just Adrien’s solo shoot. But you can stay if you like.” 

Lila was already halfway to the trailers. “I’m so sorry Giuseppe, I have somewhere I have to be this evening, so I’m going to head out. I’ll see everyone next time!” And she practically sprinted off set. 

Once she left, Giuseppe gave a loud sigh of relief. “Now let’s get some real work done.” 

—

Later that evening, when Adrien and Plagg had returned to the mansion, Adrien sat on the desk as Plagg scrolled online. Homework had been completed with ease, and it was still too early for bed.  

“What are you reading?” Adrien asked. 

“I’m trying to slog my way through the lore of that video game you like, the one with the Dragons. I have to have more ammunition the next time I deal with Lila. I almost ran out today.” 

“Is that what I sound like?”

“What?”

“You today, when you were talking about Magic. Is that what I sound like to you? Do I ramble on?” 

Plagg screwed up his lips in thought. “Mmmm, sometimes.” 

Adrien hunched in on himself. 

“But look. Culture and creative medium has grown astronomically in the last 200 years since I’ve been asleep. I want to know about what’s out there. I like hearing about things that you enjoy. Even if it is annoying sometimes, I still care about you. The reason I pulled this strategy is because Lila likes to talk, and she doesn’t like to listen. Even if I was talking passionately about something I knew a lot about, I doubt she would have cared. I hear how often she interrupts class.” 

Adrien hadn’t thought about it like that. 

“You know who Pavlov is, right?”

“Uh, the guy that did the experiment with the dog, right? He rang a bell and gave his dog a treat, and eventually the dog came to associate the bell with treats.” 

“Precisely. Humans are the same way. Knowing this principle is the easiest way to win people over. You have to make them associate you with good feelings. If you treat people well, be friendly, courteous, and funny, eventually, people will like to be around you. The same works in reverse. If I can associate myself with frustration and annoyance for Lila, she won’t want to be around me. Being straight up mean to her won’t work because she’ll see that as a challenge.”

“So you have to be subtle,” Adrien concluded.  “Thats…that’s genius.” 

“I know.” 

“So you don’t think I’m annoying?” 

Plagg rubbed him between the ears. “I only found you annoying when you would complain about Ladybug, your dad, or Lila. But now, in your shoes, I’ve realized how easy it is to get frustrated about these things. But hopefully soon enough, you won’t even have to worry about it.” 

Adrien smiled brightly. “Thanks Plagg. I hated this at first…but you really are making some progress.” 

“Told you. Now, help me pack. You have your first sleepover tomorrow night.” 

“My first sleepover, and I’m going to spend it crammed in a bag!”

[smol-and-grumpy]

Cross My Heart - CH.10

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Reader; Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

Warnings: NSFW, flangst

WC: 2759

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s the third day that they’re in the new cabin and their daily schedule changed completely.

Mostly, they’ll get up around noon and stay up until late in the night. It’s easier for Dean to bring her along if he has to go into town. Easier to blend into the night without people recognizing her. 

Not that they’ve been out and about a lot, but whenever he needs to, it’s better that way.

Dean would set the alarm in the mornings to send Chuck a text message on time so that Chuck won’t have to call in again. According to Chuck's answers though, it’s not like he cares. One time, Chuck answered the next morning at four, and it made her wonder if he’s been up til then or if he’s already up for the day. Not that she should care anymore either. 

Y/N can feel that Dean hates Chuck. He doesn’t even need to say it, she just knows, because Dean would scoff every time he gets a text from Chuck and his mood changes for a minute or two. Until he realizes that she’s around either, and then he would slip back into being his grumpy self, turns his anger inwards and not outwards towards her. 

It’s going to eat him up if he’s not careful.

They didn’t have sex again either. But they kiss and when it gets heavier, Dean always breaks away. She doesn’t know if it’s because he still thinks that he has to be professional with her when he doesn’t really need to anymore.

But he did move into the bedroom right from the start. Although under the false pretense that it’s easier to keep her safe when he’s in the same room. She just smirked at that and she swears she did see him blush.

So today, she gets up and after her shower, changes into some shorts when Dean walks in after he showered and she’s standing there naked.

His eyes widen and his lips are pressed into a thin line. There’s a vein standing out on his neck. It pulsates the longer she looks at it. He doesn’t say anything but he frowns when he sees her getting into the shorts without wearing any underwear, “I know it’s probably not my place to ask, but why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

Uh-oh.

Does she want to tell him that she’s been changing her panties more often, up to three times a day, because she’s wet all the time lately?

Nope.

“I don’t have any clean ones left,” She shrugs and finishes buttoning her pants up before she pulls a shirt over her head. She doesn't wear a bra either.

Dean groans and rolls his eyes, “Jesus, you are testing my patience.”

She laughs and walks past him but he holds her back, pulls her into a kiss, while he pinches at one of her nipples that pokes through the shirt, making her yelp up. He presses his damp body to hers, and she couldn’t miss the bulge in his underwear.

“Tonight, we’ll go to the laundromat.” He whispers into her ear and with a soft spank on her ass, he lets her walk out of the room. 

*

It’s past 3am when they arrive at the laundromat that apparently opens twenty-three hours a day — at least that’s what it says on the sign. 

It looks kind of grim inside.

Dean carries their bags with their dirty clothes in and to the back, and she follows wordlessly.

The back of the laundromat is well shielded from the front of the store by big washing machines. Nobody could see them from the outside and the bell on the door goes off when someone comes in. She knows now why he has chosen this laundromat. They can never be careful enough. 

He jingles with the coins in his palms when he walks over to the vending machine where there are detergents, while he asks her which ones she’d prefer, but she doesn’t really know any of it because she hasn’t been doing her own laundry in years, so she let him choose for her.

Dean settles for something organic because apparently her skin’s delicate.

It’s the constant dropping of these hints that makes her blush and he fucking knows it. Smirks to himself, when he sees the flush on her face.

She’s never been at a laundromat before so Dean has to tell her what to do. They decide to wash their things together. The only thing they will do is separating the whites and start their own machine for that one.

When everything’s in the machines, Dean turns to her, “Everything in there that needs washing?”

Looking down on herself, she decides to drop her pants. 

His eyes widen when he watches her shimmy out of it and throw it into the waiting machine.

“How are you going to sit on the chair and wait now?” Dean asks with amusement in his voice when he turns the machine on and she pulls at Dean’s oversized shirt that she’s wearing. It’s one of his shirts he once told her to wear and she uses it as a sleeping shirt now. It’s actually long enough and it goes way over her ass so sitting on any chairs should be okay.

She slums provocatively into a chair, the seam of his shirt pulled as far down as it could go, just to prove a point, which makes him grin.

Dean walks over to where a stack of magazines are laying around, and takes a couple, drops it on the chair to her right and sits down in the chair on her left. They’re both well shielded by the machines.

“How long does it take?” She asks him after about two minutes. She doesn’t like to read magazines and wishes she had a phone to pass the time like Dean has.

“About thirty minutes,”

“That’s so long!” She exhales, slumps further into her chair and Dean chuckles.

He pockets his phone back into his pants, “You’re very impatient, you know that? It’s driving me nuts.”

Y/N stands up, paces around to prove her point that she’s bored but Dean reaches out a hand for her, pulls her down, making her stumble into his lap. 

“Christ, Y/N! Don’t walk around, someone could see you!” He hisses grumpily.

She sits on one of his thighs, feet dangle in between both his legs, his hand on her lower back while one strokes at her bare thigh.

“‘M sorry,” She mumbles and his hand travels up her back, resting at the back of her neck before he pulls her in for a kiss.

Dean pulls away and stares up at her, “It’s okay,” He says, “It would just make my job so much easier if you’d remember.”

Her heart sinks every time he mentions that she’s his job. Which is stupid and childish of her and she really shouldn’t be, because he’s right.

“I forgot that I’m your job. Sorry.”

He notices the change in her demeanor and places his hand beneath her chin, making her look at him, “Stop that, you know what I mean.”

“Yes, that I’m just a job to you,” She pouts and Dean’s thumb comes up to paint along her lips.

“You are, but also you’re not.”

She raises her eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“The truth is, your asshole husband hasn’t paid me after someone tried to kill us. I usually get paid daily. So, really, what I was doing for the last three days is purely on my own will.”

“You still report to him.”

“Yeah, but because I want him to think that we’re still on his side. Something about our whole situation rubs me the wrong way.”

“But we could just go forward with the things we know?”

“No,” Dean speaks in his final voice, “He wants to play dirty, he can have it.” He manhandles her on top of him so that she now straddles his crotch, her knees on either side of his thighs, and she can feel something swelling in his pants. 

“But why? Why don’t you just walk away?” She’s baffled at his revelation. Baffled that he decided to stay and help her when he could have easily walked away.

He cradles her face in between his big palms, “Baby, you just don’t see it do you?”

Baby.

Her heart flutters.

Y/N bites down on her lips, shakes her head.

“I’m so fucking gone on you,” He whispers, his hands drawing her in for a kiss, his tongue teasing at her bottom lip, until she lets him in. 

Dean's big palms roam her back, stroking downwards until he grips her hips, helping her grind on him. The kiss grows hotter, heavier, his tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth and she loves that, loves how hungry they get for each other, loves how his kisses tingles her in all the right places. She’s soaking wet and he must be feeling it too.

“Dean,” His name left her mouth in a whimper when he bites and sucks down her throat.

“We shouldn’t, we’re in public,” He mumbles against her skin but he doesn’t stop. It’s as if he’s not able to — like she isn’t either.

“Please,” Her hands finds his hair, nails digging into his scalp while he sucks at her pulse point.

He licks a broad stripe up her chin, kisses her again wet and sloppy, bites on her bottom lip, ���Fuck,” His fingers gripping her hips so tight she’s sure that he’ll leave bruises.

She works her mouth along his scruff and across his cheeks, nibbles at his ear while her hands travel downwards. Sitting back a little, she makes more room for herself, and her fingers deftly work on his belt, “Please?”

Sucking on his earlobe, Dean lets out a moan before he tilts his head to her, face craning for her lips, “Okay, fuck— okay,”

Y/N grins into the kiss and her fingers lowering his zipper, and pulls his jeans down a little. She pauses and frowns but the frown turns quickly into a mischievous grin, “No underwear?”

Dean chuckles with a shrug, “It’s laundry day.”

She pulls the jeans down only enough to have access to his cock and balls, and wraps her hands around it, jerking him off while she kisses him, and he can’t help but to buckle up into her fist.

“That’s it,” He says, watching her spit on it to be able to massage him better, “Make it nice and wet, baby.”

God, the way he talks. She could come from that alone.

“Twist your grip at the tip,” Dean whispers as he watches her jerk him. He probably knows that her last sexual experience was too long ago but he doesn’t say anything mean, instead he helps her and tells her what he likes. She likes for him to teach her, would love for him to teach her even more things.

Y/N gets bolder and lays his cock onto his stomach, lifting herself up a little and rubs her wet cunt along it, lips parting so he could rub at her swollen and sensitive nub. Dean bunches up her shirt to be able to see better. 

“Just like that,” His voice is raspy, his gaze on her pussy, watching her lips part and rock against his shaft, watching her slicking it up with her juice. Dean soon loses his cool, “Can you sit on it— I— fuck,”

His hands go up to squeeze at her tits before he loops the seam of the shirt through its neckline. She’s exposed to him from her tummy downwards.

Her hands braces on his shoulder and she lifts herself up while Dean grabs his cock by the base and then he helps her impale herself on it with one hand around her hips.

Y/N groans out at the feeling of him filling her and Dean throws his head back, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

Slowly, she works him in. Going down an inch and back a half. She lets his thick cock stretch her tight pussy on her way down, until she sits on him, her cunt presses against his skin. 

“Oh my god,” She moans out, her eyelid starts to flutter, “I’m so full.”

Dean has to chuckle, pulls her face down to kiss her while she starts to move above him. He breaks the kiss to suck down her throat, “So good,” His breathing is ragged, “Jesus, baby, you feel so good around my cock.”

She’s rocks above him, doesn’t dare to bounce too hard because they’re in public after all. She almost forgot until the machines started to beep. 

At one point, she switches to grinding because it feels so good to feel him deep inside of her while her clit rubs against his groin. 

He reaches his hand below her shirt, pinches and twists at her nipples, making her moan out loud to which he has to hush her by shoving his thumb into her mouth. She sucks at it and Dean lets out a groan of approval. 

Soon he replaces his thumb with two of his fingers and she sucks before taking his finger deeper, until she gags a little, “Fuck, I would love to feel your mouth around my cock, baby,”

“Mmh,” She moans, agreeing with him, because oh god, she wants that too. 

“Such a good girl, taking my fingers and cock like a good fucking girl,” His voice a little strained, “You’re close, ain’tcha? Fuck—”

Yes, she is so close, and her pussy clenches even more when she hears the good girl comment. He knows just how to push the right buttons.

“Come for me, baby,” He helps her guide on his cock, hands firmly placed on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, “Did he ever make you come on his cock alone, huh?”

She closes her eyes, drags her teeth across her bottom lip while her grip tightens around Dean’s neck, “N— no,”

It’s true. Sex was never like this. She never thought sex could feel so good. How could she not know that sex like this exists?

Y/N opens her eyes to see Dean smirking at her, but his eyes stay dark and hungry. 

He pulls her down, kisses her deep and rough, “Ride me, use me to come, baby. You’re doing so good, feels so fucking perfect,”

Her legs start to tremble and then it happens. A wave of pleasure crashes around her, making her slump down and she buries her face in the crook of his neck. She breathes heavily, takes in the smell of him. It’s intoxicating.

Dean follows her over the edge right after, kisses the side of her face, sucks at her skin as he moans softly into her ear. 

“Oh my god, I just came without even touching myself,” She chuckles, feels Dean's laughter rumbling in his chest, and she pushes herself up to look at him. 

He’s grinning, kisses her between her eyebrows, pecks her nose, the corner of her lips, “I think I passed out for a minute there,”

She giggles at that and pecks him back on his nose before she’s getting off of him but Dean holds her back, his grip tight around her waist.

“No, stay. A little longer?”

“Okay,” She says and she leans back forward, buries her face in his neck while he strokes her back. 

It’s a long while until Dean speaks, his voice deep, it rumbles in her chest, “I promise, alright? Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you when I’m around.”

Y/N knows that already. Of course she does. She doesn’t know why she starts to cry, though.

*

They stayed in the laundromat longer than they thought they would because after their clothes were done, they had to wash the clothes where they just fucked in. And while they waited, they almost fucked again. Dean really had to walk it out as not to fuck her on top of the washing machine. 

She had to laugh at him, although she was not opposed to the idea of feeling vibrations underneath her when he fucks into her deep and hard. 

Before the laundromat closes for the hour that they need to clean the place, they are out and on Dean’s bike again, with her clinging to him as if he’s the only thing that keeps her alive. 

And she thinks that maybe—

—maybe he is.

CH.11

[level247-table-tech]

here are the sprites on their own! not all of them, but there are way too many to fit up there. i’m leaving the rest under the cut.

others include significantly asymmetrical sprites, as well as a bonus set. 8)

these don’t really clarify their relative heights. they are not adjusted to the bottom pixel i actually drew for sure, that’s not how i aligned them. i actually have a guideline in the file, but. i can’t really show that.

above are the regular sprites. it took ages to figure out what i wanted to do with virgil’s plaid, but it turned out going simple with it was the best plan. also it looked very bad until i figured out to use values correctly.

also, while we’re at it, i can tell you some things i changed between projects! this is a remaster of my last attempt at pixelology, and i do  believe it’s an overall improvement.

virgil’s plaid, yeah, changed that, but also the colour of his hair, because the old one blended too much with his skin. glad that happened to virgil, because i was trying to keep the hair highlights the same for everyone, with differently-tinted shadows. i did give him a bat instead of the wings this time, because a, he seems like a bat kind of guy, and b, the wings sucked and i don’t think i could improve them. like, the best thing about those wings is that they were the ace flag colours, and since his general colour scheme is already like that, it’s not a spectacular saving grace. they also made the frame fit weird, but i don’t like drawing wings absurdly small, like why bother? i alos tried to be a bit more competent with the jacob lines in his shading. those are an indicator of fear so of course i wanted to keep them included, but last time i feel like i didn’t do great, and this time i think i improved. especially on the legs. it is kind of a pain how there are adjacent sections where the shadows are done in the same colour, but. that’s really who virgil is, let’s be real. wouldn’t be the same without the all-black clothes.

also, patton’s different skin tones were really bad, you could barely see the shadows, so i changed them. his overall shape also did not work, so this time i stylized it a bit more to fit with the pixels. also i gave him a different weapon. hopefully it’s still funny in its incongruity!

roman had very little change. like, i really like his original sprite! i did change some of the gold details, but the biggest thing is probably the pants. they’re white with a red stripe because, a, it looks very good, and b, it set up a parallel with remus.

and remus. most obviously in the first one, his different head angle super didn’t work. it was very bad! which, in his case doesn’t automatically rule it out, but this one looks way better next to the majority of these. i mentioned relative heights earlier and this one should actually be the same height as roman, you can align them by their chins. aside from that, i added a lot mor detail to his ruffles, i tried my best to maintain clarity on his torso, i got the sleeves just plain wrong, but it looks fine, and it happened to be very good art that led me astray on that, so whatever. i feel like his morningstar might have gotten worse between versions, but what can you do. maybe i accidentally put it at a slightly harder angle to make look nice. whatever.

logan! i don’t think i’m doing these in any real order, sorry. like patton, his shape has been changed to be more stylized to fit the pixel thing. like, a realistic taper on the legs, as it turns out, looks pretty bad! exaggerate it or make it just straight lines and it is better. i feel like i very much improved his hair, and i also added the belt that he wears which i forgot last time.

lastly, janus. well, lastly for now, but the next one won’t be a remaster of anything. i gave him his canon weapon instead of snakes, which, not sure what i was thinking gameplay-wise for those. [that’s a lie, i was thinking nothing about gameplay because i am no gamemaker. i’m not even an animator, much as i’d like to be.] when i made his last sprite, i forgot the lining of his cape is yellow. also last time i had not seen the magnificent longer cape from the game sections of svsr, which as i’ve mentioned elsewhere i am never letting go of, ever. so that features here. it kind of blends with the backgrounds i use for the vs character selection screens, but i don’t think that’s necessarily a downside. aside from that, i did remove some scales from his right hand because we have now seen it, and it’s proven bereft of those. as you’ll see in a second though, fortunately no such thing can be said of his legs. nor upper arm.

now for the bonus set. you may recognize this theme if you’ve followed this project awhile. 8)

some notes on these specifically:

-this is simply a complete set based on janus’ bonus sprite from the original project this is remastering.

-i tried to base the colours on their onesies. that proved harder than expected. remus and janus have no shown onesies, but

>i had janus’ previous sprite on hand, so that was him taken care of.

>virgil’s onesie didn’t really have multiple colours, so it’s just different shades of black, with some grey thrown in because white is already a base colour.

>logan’s, oh boy, i thought i remembered it having two colours, but i was wrong, it is just blue. and white, but again, that doesn’t work. so i gave him a couple of shades.

>patton’s, i didn’t really want to use grey as a colour, but it actually had two others, they were just in trace amounts. it was okay.

>remus. nghh. i wanted to use like, an inverted version of roman’s colours, but it turns out blue and yellow inverted is yellow and blue. so i used the orthogonal colours instead, and i’m not really sure it was a good look.

-aside from colour schemes, each of these has its own little variation, because i felt like having fun. aside from any kind of socks/leggings, because whatever, those are pretty variable anyway, each has one detail different. from most to least noticeable as i see it:

>patton has pants instead of a skirt. i just thought the look suited him better. the thing about patton is i always imagine him in Dad Fashion, which doesn’t have a ton of skirts in my mind. maybe that’s just my dad, but eh. i do think it’s a good look but i didn’t draw it very well.

>roman has a different crown. need i explain further? adding the others’ crowns was a bit of a pain considering how they interact with hair that isn’t drawn in anime style.

>virgil’s might not be too noticeable on its own, but the leggings kind of direct the eye there. he’s wearing his own boots instead of any variety of sailor scout ones. mostly because they are much, much cooler.

>logan has a different collar. closer to his usual polo than... whatever the sailor collar is actually called. he also might not have the same choker necklace as everyone else, but mostly you just can’t tell. still tied with a weird bow thing, though. how the hell do those bow accessories work?

>janus has a longer cape. again, need i explain further? he’s also the only one with a magical girl wand, because his colour scheme* was the most permitting and i really wanted to draw coily ribbons.

>remus is kind of like virgil with the leggings, but again, those don’t count, and with remus they draw attention away from his change. anyways, the different thing about his outfit is the sleeves. i only noticed long after i was out of the pixel stage that none of the sleeves are accurate, but his are even more not accurate, they do the poof thing. also his neckline’s a bit lower, but i mean, how could i not?

-i might assemble a full scene with these, if anybody asks. or nobody, i kinda just want to. it’s not too much trouble, but it won’t be animated this time, that took ages and i don’t think it even turned out well. i gotta find somewhere to actually get taught things about animation, though it also just does not gel with my medium.

-i can’t for most of these, but for janus i can talk about some improvements. his crown looks more visible, though that might just be compared to this side of his face. the skirt is not better and might be worse to be honest. also the bow on his chest. other than that it’s definitely better for the gloves actually being incorporated in this one.

*i do actually have set colour schemes for these. i tried to even limit the number of colours for each one. that said, most of them have exactly 17 instead of the nice power of two 16, and one of them couldn’t even fit that bill.

[asthmark]

❝ lucky ❞, z.c

pairing → chenle, reader

genre → fluff, angst? a lil??

word count → 3.1k (woah!!)

summary → "you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it?"

a/n → this is 1000% inspired by this pic that dropped yesterday like.....chenle looked so good it reminded me why i bias him!!!! anyway i kind of like this it has rich chenle and daddy issues thats all xoxo (also i did not proofread like at all so if theres any typos it was taeil's fault lol)

everyone in the room is utterly unbearable.

you understand it's rude to think so but you're sure that if you were to tell any of them this they would instantly agree with you. of course, you would never do that. because you're a ceo's daughter; you're not allowed to have an opinion that would make you look imprudent, rude or anything less of perfect.

so what do you do? you smile. you make small talk. you try your best to ignore your sore feet that are confined in your pumps and the way your dress rides up your butt. your lack of manners could not and would not be the reason your father missed out on any chance to make some more money. he made that very clear to you. after all, the only reason he dragged you along to all these house parties was so you could make make a stellar impression. he wanted all the businessmen in the room to remember mr. l/n and his charming young daughter when they got in their limousines and drove back home so that they'd remember when they discussed mergers and new projects.

you were never comfortable with the idea of your father essentially using you as some sort of accessory but you sometimes went days on end without seeing him so you took what time you could get. of course, helping him build his empire and boost his reputation wasn't your preferred daddy-daughter activity but you would never tell him that. it would just cause problems in your already rocky relationship and you certainly didn't need that.

"y/n." speak of the devil. "why don't you make conversation with the other guests? or better yet, come talk to these investors. i'm sure they'd love to meet you."

you know exactly what your father means by that so you try to find a reason to decline. anything would be better than watching him suck up to anyone with deep pockets and try to get you to do the same. "um." you repress a relieved sigh when you catch sight of yuna entering and handing her coat to a housekeeper. "actually i see my friend over there. i think i'll just go talk to her."

he frowns and you realize his face seems to be permanently stuck like that when he was around you. you can't remember the last time you'd seen an authentic smile from him. you suppose that was reserved for when he was trying to seal a deal.

"just behave yourself," he says. he leans into your ear. "remember, people are watching."

then he's gone, leaving you standing alone for a split second before yuna comes and takes his place.

"hey!" she draws out the word for dramatic effect.

"hi," you respond, your greeting lacking the enthusiasm hers held. she wasn't your favorite person but it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't observing your every move. it gave you a break from the ridiculous standards everyone else seemed to hold you to.

she brushes her bangs out of her eyes as she sized you up. "ooh, i love your heels! how much?"

"like 15 bucks." her jaw drops and you can't help but giggle. "yeah, i bought them at a thrift store. just don't tell my dad."

she grins. "wow, i always thought thrifting was for poor people but i just might have to check it out now."

that was the thing about yuna. she was stupid rich and she wouldn't have it any other way. she loved designer brands and houses so big you could get lost in them. you didn't blame her for any of that but it was the fact that she didn't mind the stuffy dinner parties and being shown off that was a little puzzling to you. unlike you, she had perfected her fake laugh and polite small talk long ago and sometimes you wondered if she really did care about all these companies and powerful men. but you know that as long as she gets to wear her thousand dollar dresses and go home to her cozy mansion, she'll be happy. she did what it took to keep her lavish lifestyle and was a little too materialistic for your liking and you guess that's where you and her are different.

you finally answer her. "yeah, definitely. it's a lot of fun."

her eyes light up. "we should go together one of these days!"

your silence is definitely too long but thankfully, yuna doesn't notice. her short attention span had caused her to focus on something else—more specifically, someone.

"oh my god," she says. "who is that?"

a boy who looks around your age has appeared, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a suit. the older man is more put together by far but you still can't help but stare at who you assume to be his son. he's wearing a black jacket on top of a striped shirt and you notice that chains hang from his neck. a belt holds up a pair of dark and tight pants. and, god, is he wearing converse?

you can't help but crack a smile at that. you envy his comfortable look; you would trade all the chanel and prada in the world just to wear a t-shirt and pair of sneakers and not have everyone in the room judge you for it. but his outfit isn't the only thing you admire. he must have crazy amounts of confidence to show up looking like he does when being surrounded by so many managers, executives, and company heads. you can only imagine what they're thinking and yet, the boy didn't seem to care or look uncomfortable in the slightest. in fact, he seems oddly at ease, his eyes scanning the room. at one point his eyes sweep over you and you lock eyes.

you watch as he brushes his bangs out of his face, almost like he's trying to get a better look at you. you only stare back, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. he offers you a half smile, his eyes squinting slightly and cheeks growing. you can't help but smile back, noticing just how the stranger's had an adorable baby face.

he looks away when he notices his father gravitating towards a group of businessmen and follows him. you almost wonder if he was in the same position as you were, if he was nothing but a poster child who was shown off at every event and party there was. then you notice how his father holds him tightly and smiles widely—genuinely—when he introduces him to others.

your father never did that. he wouldn't let you wear clothes like that either. you could only assume that this boy and his father were different from the rest of you. maybe they sat down and had dinner together everyday? talked to each other about their day? you almost throw the idea out of your head completely because it seems just too foreign to you.

"oh my god," yuna says. that seemed to be her favorite phrase. "i've never seen them before. what do you think they're doing here?"

you shrug. "maybe they're new to town?"

she hums. you both stay silent, observing the pair before yuna seems to grow impatient. "well i'm gonna go meet them. i can't handle being out of the loop. wanna come?"

you say agree. you feel obligated to. for the first time in forever you're actually interested in something at one of these dull parties, you're not going to stand around and just watch.

you approach the newcomers, both your fathers and a couple other businessmen conversing with them. you wonder if they've already asked them how much they're worth or if they had the decency to wait a minute before sticking their noses in their business. but, you knew how people like them operated; decency was way too much to ask.

"hi daddy!" yuna enters the conversation swiftly.

"hi, sweetheart," her father responds, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "this is my precious daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to yuna. "he and his son are visiting us all the way from our china branch. yuna, introduce yourself."

she doesn't need to be told twice. "hello, i'm yuna. i'm 17 years old and i'm studying at daewon preparatory. we're glad to have you here.it's a pleasure to meet you both."

mr. zhong smiles fondly at her. "the pleasure is all mine, young lady. what a beautiful daughter you have, mr. shin. she seems very capable."

yuna's father pulls her close to him, smiling at mr. zhong then her. "she sure is." you catch the subtle wink he throws her way, a silent 'good job' for that cute little introduction she did which was sure to score them some popularity points with the zhongs.

your father pulls you close to him and wraps an arm around your figure. both mr. zhong and mr. shin seem to be quite the fans of physical contact and although your father was not, you know that if that's what it took to make a good impression, he would become one, at least for the night.

"this is my daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to you and you take it as a cue to say something.

"hello, mr. zhong. i'm y/n." your introduction ends there and you feel your dad's grip on your arm tighten, indicating how unsatisfied he was with your brief answer.

you catch mr. zhong's son smile for the second time that night. although there is no mysterious eye contact this time, just a cute boy probably making fun of your lame introduction.

"well, how old are you, y/n?" mr. zhong asks, making conversation for you.

"i'm eighteen."

"oh, so is my son! isn't that right, chenle?"

his son—chenle—nods.

"well, i think we should leave the children to become acquainted. what do you think, gentlemen?"

everyone seems to agree. then, all that's left is the three of you.

to your surprise, chenle speaks first and it's a reintroduction. "i'm chenle."

you copy him. "i'm y/n."

"and i'm yuna. so, you're from china right?" she doesn't give him a chance to respond. "i read that there are over four million millionaires there. are you one of them?"

he furrows his brows and you can't help but sigh at yuna's question. she was fixed on the money aspect of things, as usual.

"i guess," he says, giving it little thought.

she practically squeals. "you're probably one of the youngest in the country! have you ever thought about that?"

"not really. i don't really like to think about money or these companies or big shot business dudes or any of that," he says, bluntly. "i mean, it would just make me feel more privileged than i already am. besides, it's all just a big headache. i'll leave it for the old man."

yuna's face falls and you hold in a laugh.

you finally chime in. "you know what, i have to agree. so much money can drive a person crazy. sometimes it even goes straight to their heads."

chenle can't hold back his amused snort. both him and yuna know exactly who you're referring to.

she wastes no time defending herself.  "but, with reason y/n. to be fair, only 1% of millionaires are under 35 and here i am at 16."

you restrain yourself from scoffing. "well i'm sure the other 99% of the population doesn't get things handed to them on a silver platter by their daddy, yuna."

she stares you down, her huge, hazel eyes never leaving your e/c ones. "i think it'd be best if i excused myself. i'm going to go find my father, if you both don't mind."

"not at all," chenle mumbles as you both watch her stomp away.

you exhale loudly. "i knew i was gonna snap one of these days."

"well, if you didn't i would have," chenle responds.

"frankly, i don't regret a thing," you say, turning back to his smiling face.

"mm, and what if she tells daddy?" he inquires, folding his arms.

you playfully raise a brow. "i'll have you know, i'm one of the 1% of millionaires that are under 35, i think i have the advantage."  

he giggles. "oh god, that was unbelievable. where did she even get those numbers from?"

"i have no idea but it was just… painful to watch. i'm gonna need a breath of fresh air after that."

he nods in agreement and you both walk towards the nearby balcony.  you step outside, the breeze whipping your hair all over the place and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"you know," he begins before silence can settle upon you two for too long. "i was really hoping there would be someone around my age here tonight. and i don't know if you usually come to these things or if you don't but either way, i am so glad you're here."

this comment reminds you of the way he had stared you down upon arriving and it makes your face feel a little warm despite the cool air of the night. "'cause i'm the only thing standing between you and a wonderful night with yuna."  

"oh i'm sure it would've been real wonderful." he gives you a 'yeah right' look. "we couldn't even hang around each other for more than five minutes, i'm positive it would've been a long night."

you nod. "every night with her is. usually she's the only person i end up talking to at these things and let me just say, i think she's more money-hungry than all the men in there combined."

chenle whistles, lowly. "combined? that's dangerous."

"yeah, she takes after daddy," you mutter, picking at your nail polish that has begun to peel.

"what a relief you don't," he says. "or else i think i would have thrown myself off this balcony by now."

"well, you don't have to worry about that. you and i are on the same boat. money doesn't interest me all that much. definitely not to that extent."

"what does interest you?" chenle asks, turning his attention to you instead of the city lights in the distance.

you shrug. "i haven't figured it out yet. i'm too busy trying to be perfect. and i have a long way to go. just ask my dad, he seems to have really strong opinions on the matter."

"oh, i get it," he says. "you're so focused on being the perfect daughter that you haven't figured out what's going on in there." he wiggles his finger around your forehead.

"i just… want to make him happy. i want to see him smile because of me. even if 'me' is that daughter he expects me to be. i'm okay with being her. i'll take it."

chenle furrows his eyebrows and suddenly he doesn't seem to get it anymore. "you really... become an entirely different person? just for him? i mean, you seem like a good daughter. i don't understand that, y/n."

"and you won't understand, chenle," you respond. "because your dad loves you. he lets you wear your edgy clothes to business parties and doesn't worry about what everyone else is gonna think. he doesn't worry about first impressions, he doesn't force you to become someone else for strangers. he doesn't put any business deal above you. he doesn't chose his job over you, chenle and that's great. i'm so happy that's not the case with you. but it is for me. and when you know that the only time your dad is going to want anything to do with you is when you can help him make a quick buck or good impression, you resort to facades and doing anything you can to make him appreciate you. just a little."

chenle's arms envelop your shivering figure before you can say another word. his hands run up and down your arms and his chin rests atop your head. he inhales deeply, taking in your wonderful scent. he knows it's probably some off the wall expensive perfume.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," he mumbles into your coconut scented locks. "i'm sorry that you have to do that and that i won't ever be able to understand it. you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it? and it breaks my heart that your own father doesn't because you really shouldn't have to suffer through that. he doesn't have his priorities straight but that shouldn't be an excuse for him to neglect his own daughter." he detaches from you so he can look directly into your glossy eyes, holding you at an arm's length away.  "and he has no idea what he's missing out on, y/n. you're so headstrong, so humble and so much more than just a pretty face or someone's daughter. and if he can't treat you like the incredible individual you are then...." he exhales and you catch his breath blow in the air. "then please let me."

your bottom lip is quivering. you had never heard such nice words. and you don't have the slightest idea what he means by that last bit but you still nod and jump right back into his arms. because you have decided that's where you feel safest. where you can be yourself, freely and unapologetically.

"the second i walked in this place, i hated it," he mumbles and a laugh escapes your lips. "but then i saw you. and it got a little better. then i met you. and it got a lot better. we just met but i already can't seem to get enough of you, y/n." he chuckles as if he can't believe it himself. "you must be something really special. and i have the privilege of seeing that."

you move away from his chest and look up at him. your hands thread through his tufts of hair that match the darkness of the night sky. his hands stay planted firmly at his waist. you feel like he has no intention of letting go. you would be lying if you said you did either. and neither of you seem to have a problem with it.

"i can't wait for you to finally feel what it's like to be treated how you deserve. and i can't wait to be the guy to show you. i am so, so lucky."

you smile, your teeth on display. "i'm actually so glad i came tonight. that is definitely a first."

he laughs. "speaking of firsts..." he trails off, shyly.

you raise a brow, just to tease him a bit. "what are you getting at, mr. zhong?"

he knows you're joking yet his heart pounds as he leans in and asks for permission to kiss you. "may i, ms. l/n?"

"you may," you respond, meeting him halfway.

[the-satellite]

Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

 I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

 Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!! 

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

 I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

 Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

 Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

 Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

 The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

 Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

 The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

 Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

[crewhonk]

Breakfast

“Husky with Poe Dameron?”, “hello there! i saw your reblog and i was wondering if you could write the words “coffee” and “husky” with poe dameron? thank you⭐️”, “hi i love your writing!! i was wondering if you could do coffee for the nsfw prompt list with poe 🤭”

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning

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Poe Dameron didn’t like to wake up alone. It wasn’t something he was used to, and since he was a relatively consistent morning person, he was always up before you anyways. You, who warmed his bed and made mornings warm and pliable and who hated mornings and you, who always would wrap yourself around him and try to get him to just stay a little bit longer. Even when you were both in the resistance and had to keep your relationship low-key for the sake of professionalism, you’d try your best to draw out the quiet parts of mornings. You would nuzzle into his neck and kiss your way lazily up his shoulder and throat and chin before you stopped on his own lips, kissing him until BB-8 reminded you that there were more things to do than this.

Maybe that was why he loved mornings so much— you were always with him making the transition from sleep to awake so much easier, giggling and throwing pillows at BB-8 who would continue his sarcastic remarks and chirp wildly until you would tell him to turn around so you could get dressed. 

So when Poe opened his eyes slowly and groggily, and felt to your side of the bed to find it cold, he decided that this morning sucked. 

He grunted, cracking his eyes open to make sure that you weren’t on the floor (you’d fallen out of the bed more than once) and sighing as he sat up. He threw his legs over the sides of the bed and getting up, pulling sweatpants over his hips to explore your tiny home to find you. 

You’d both moved in together in a small house on Yavin— not far from where he’d grown up, and it was everything you both needed— big enough for two and BB. The only room upstairs was your bedroom, the main floor consisting of a small living room, kitchen, refresher and spare room— where you kept the washer, dryer and other storage items you needed that didn’t fit in Poe’s garage. 

The garage was huge— the main reason you’d moved in to this small home. It not only fit his X-wing, but also allowed for Poe to work on others’ ships at a freelance job (you both had been paid generously from your work in the resistance) he did to keep his hands busy. It was his safe space when the nights got too dark and the thoughts got too loud. Your safe space was the garden— hands in the dirt and giving life to the moon. 

But it was too early for you to even think about going outside— the cool dew and sharp morning wind (despite the warm glow of the sun) kept you inside until ten in the morning, so the only place he knew he’d see you is when he came down the stairs and looked towards the kitchen. 

You were there, of course. You were working on breakfast, humming a happy tune playing not he radio under your breath as you danced around the kitchen. Poe simply watched you for a while, falling in love with you for the 45,890th time. You were wearing one of his old ratty shirts from the resistance and not much else, beautiful legs exposed for him to drink in. 

The warmth of the kitchen made goosebumps erupt on his skin s he slunk into the kitchen, eyes on your messy hair and round ass and hypnotized by the way your hips sways to the music. He was quiet on his feet— always had been, so when his arms wrapped around your waist you let out a small scream and jumped in his arms. 

“Poe Dameron, I will get you a bell so help me Maker.” You cursed him, tilting your head and giving him access to your neck. His lips found the junction of muscle between your shoulder and neck, nipping the skin and making you melt into his arms. His hands drifted under your shirt and teased the skin of your stomach, making your muscle twitch under his touch. 

“You’re gorgeous, Princess. Have I told you that today?” He mumbled, lips brushing the skin behind your ear and making you shiver slightly. 

“I think you said something about it in your sleep, actually.” You joked, flipping some eggs and reaching to grab the nerf meat to fry. 

“I was havin’ a pretty good dream about you, honestly.” He crooned, pressing himself against your back tightly, groaning at the pressure it gave him. You smirked, and pretended like he wasn’t doing anything at all. 

“Oh yeah? What was it about?” You mumbled, wiggling your hips and making him sigh, squeezing you slightly. 

“I can’t really remember a lot, but you were there.” He stated and you hummed. “And you were on your back, and I was between your legs, and your thighs were wrapped around my head, and Maker, the way you said my name.” He moaned into your neck and you shivered, fumbling with the spatula in your hands just a little, making him chuckle. 

“It was breathless, and you were so close and pulling my hair the way I like.” He said, fingers drifting under your underwear slightly before pulling back and making you frown. 

“But just as you were about to cum on my tongue, I wake up and you are nowhere to be found.” He hummed, and you groaned. 

“That why you’re out here, then?” You whispered and he moved your hair over your shoulder, kissing the back of your neck and nuzzling his nose into your hair. His hand was pressed flat against your lower stomach, pressing you back into him and he rolled his hips slightly against your ass, moaning slightly. 

“Got hungry, actually.” He hummed and you snorted, trying your best to catch your breath. 

“Well, foods not gonna be ready for another five minutes.” You replied and he sighed, shifting his hand under your underwear and cupping your warmth, making you gasp and drop the spatula, resting your hands on the counter on either side of the stove and spread your legs. He dipped one finger into your core and pressed the rough heel of his palm against your clit, giving you enough pressure to give you some relief from the ache between your thighs. 

“Not hungry for food.” He stated and you moaned, reaching forward quickly and snapping the stove off, turning and walking towards him until he was pressed against the kitchen island. Your lips met his in a fiery kiss and your hand quickly dipped into his waist band, wrapping your hand around his thick cock and making him jolt against you. You ignored it, just needing him to get desperate enough to turn you around, bend you over the island and fuck you until you saw stars. 

“Maker.” He cursed as you pulled your hand away and licked your palm, lips marking his neck as your hand went back to its favourite place, squeezing him the way he liked and brushing your fingers over the tip of his cock. His sounds came easy now— he’d stopped giving a shit about how loud he liked to be when the war ended and you got your own place, having been quiet for years when you snuck into each others cabins. 

“Poe, baby.” You sighed against his skin as he inserted another finger. You shifted and hitched your knee on the edge of the counter, opening yourself up for him while your hand made his dick impossibly hard. His fingers were thick and the skin as rough, but his touch was always forgiving— to the point of it driving you insane. 

This was taking too long, so instead of taking the situation into your hands, you pulled his hand from your underwear and dropped to you knees in front of him, pulling his sweats down to his shins and not hesitating in licking a stripe from his balls to the tip of his dick, sucking it briefly before sinking down on him until you couldn’t go any deeper. His dick was gorgeous— tan skin stretching over all eight inches and thick girth and prominent veins. God, you were obsessed. 

Poe had thrown his head back at your quick movement, his breath stolen rom his chest and his heart thundering in his chest. God, this was so much better than any dream. 

Your tongue and throat were hot on his cock, and he spread his legs a little when one hand came up to knead his balls slightly, mouth moving down to suck them into your mouth as you jerked him, making a moan catch in his throat. 

“Fuck, Princess. Holy fuck, fuck.” He chanted and his hands found your cheeks, guiding you to take him in your mouth again. You opened your mouth as he pushed himself into you, pressing your head hard against him and holding you there, the tip of his dick throbbing against the back of your throat. You tapped his thighs twice and he pulled you off, smiling down at you and swiping his thumb through the drool and pre-cum dripping off of your chin. He pressed it against your lips, and you opened, breath coming in pants as your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath. 

“Pretty thing, aren’t you?” He cooed as you licked his thumb clean, sucking it into your mouth as you quickly eyed his twitching cock. “You want it, Honey?”

You nodded and sucked his thumb harder, looking up at him through your lashes and making him groan and cock his head, admiring how willing and warm and soft you were for him. 

“Want my dick? Want me to bend my little princess over this counter and make sure she comes over, and over, and over again? Would my little Princess like that?” He whispered, his voice soft as his touch on your cheek. 

“Please.” You murmured, eyes on his stomach and chest before they met his eyes again. 

“Stand up, Love.” He instructed and you rose to your feet, letting him press your hips against the counter and sighing as he flipped your shirt over your ass, smacking it gently and watching as you jolted. He chuckled and instead of continuing down that path, he listened to the aching pain in his balls and pushed your underwear down your thighs, bending you slightly at an angle and feeling the butterflies in his stomach wake up when you went on your tip toes, exposing yourself for him. 

“Pretty pussy. Whose pretty pussy is this, huh?” He sighed, slotting his dick between your ass cheeks, thrusting lightly and making you mewl under him. There was a sharp smack to your thigh and you squeaked and pressed your cheek against the cold rock of the counter. 

“Answer me, YN.” He growled lowly and you pressed yourself back against him. 

“Your pussy, Poe. My pussy is yours to take and wreck and love. Force, I’m yours, Poe. Please fuck me. Please, please, please— oh fuck!” You whimpered, choking yourself off with a moan as he bottomed out in your cunt, shuddering at the feeling of your hot tight walls squeezing and fluttering against him. 

“God, you were made for me, baby. So tight and soft and smart and beautiful, fuck.” He grunted, punctuating other word with a deep thrust that stole the breath from your lungs. The cool counter was refreshing as he pushed your head against it, rutting harder as your noises grew louder. 

You moved your hips as best as you could back against him and he bent himself over your back, mouthing at your shoulders and grunting into your back. 

“Gods, you’re perfect, baby.” He whispered, hands drifting up your back and one tangling itself int eh roots of your hair and the other around your neck, pulling you up against his chest and he continued to fuck you. He titled your head to the side and pressed his mouth against yours, not kissing you but letting quiet grunts out against your lips, his breath fanning across your lips, chin and neck. 

“Poe.” You moaned, at a loss for any words that weren’t his name. Everything was Poe. Everything was Poe as he slowed his thrusts, but made them particularly deep. Everything was Poe when his hand untangled from your hair and drifted over your shirt, fingers finding their home against your clit, and circling it with just enough pressure that you shuddered against him, knees going weak. He smirked, and stopped his thrusts all together, pulling out slowly and making you whine. 

Instead of listening to your protests, he smirked and walked away, leaving you flabbergasted. The audacity of this man. He walked away from you, letting his sweat fall over his legs and kicking them off as he headed to the couch and you suddenly remembered how to walk once he took a seat, waiting patiently. You scurried over and stood in front of him, letting his hands roam your hips and pressing kisses to your clothed stomach. 

“Off.” He demanded and you listened eagerly, whipping the shirt off and across the room, looking at him eagerly as his gaze soaked you up. It was a while of this before you started to fidget and he cocked his head, finally looking up from your glistening thighs and tits. 

He tapped his thighs, and without him needing to explain, you straddled his waist, sitting eagerly on his cock and watching his face twitch with pleasure. 

“Fuck yourself on me, baby. Make yourself cum, huh?” He offered and you nodded eagerly, rolling your hips against his and balancing yourself on his shoulders. It wasn’t long until you were breathless and moaning against his neck, clit rubbing against his lower stomach with every pass of your hips. You came easily, shuddering and shaking and clamping down tight on his dick, making him moan loudly. Once you were finished with your orgasm, and simply left with jolts he lifted you off of him and threw you on your back on the couch, climbing over you to straddle your chest as he rut into his fist over your face. You smiled eagerly and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and giggling when he came on your face, small drops landing in your mouth, but largely your chin and neck. 

He squeezed himself dry and tapped himself on your lips before getting up and kissing you roughly and passionately. Soon, the kiss dwindled into slow deep kisses, but in your post orgasm haze, just about everything felt okay. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” He hummed, hand rubbing itself up and down your torso. Instead of nodding, you gathered his cum that was still on your face and neck with your finger and licked it off, not breaking eye contact with him and making his jaw drop. 

“Fuck.” He whispered, voice weak. It was in these moments that he really remembered just who was in control. 

“Good breakfast.” You sighed and sat up, kissed his shoulder and stood, snagging your shirt, throwing it on and heading back tot he bedroom, only looking back to see him scurry after you and leaving the half-cooked food forgotten on the stove. 

[curly-bangtan]

Drabble game: Member: Jin 6) baby, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that 21) can’t you stop gaming for 1 second and give me attention?

#6: “baby, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

#21: “can’t you stop gaming for one second and give me attention?”

#20: “let me guess, you’re horny again.”

Warnings: oral (M), slight exhibitionism, giving seokjinnie the best suck while he’s gaming and on a call with the boys

A/N: I feel so bad because I really haven’t had much time to write lately because of uni so I haven’t prepared anything special for Jin’s birthday except this. :c But anyway, enjoy~!

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“Ahh- Aahhh- AAAAHHHHHHH!”

You hear the distinct yells coming from a certain room as you enter the house, a noise so boisterous that it could only belong to none other than your boyfriend.

Which one is it this time, Maple Story or Kart Rider?

Shaking your head in a smitten grin, you walk to the source of the shouts.

To his credit, he at least acknowledges you, “Oh, hey sweetie. Back so early?” To his discredit, he doesn’t even look up from his game, eyes glued to the glaring computer screen, which you don’t doubt have been fixed in place for the entire time you were gone. Kart Rider it is this time.

Tonight was a girls’ night, a few drinks at a nice cocktail bar with your closest female friends (a few meaning maximum three because cocktails are bloody expensive), chin-wagging and updating on each other’s love/sex lives. You always enjoy this type of gatherings.

“Early? Seokjin, it’s one.”

Only a single earphone in, he looks up, but even so, scarcely lest his eyes stray for a second too long from the pixelated road and he crashes again. He’s ranked number 6 right now. Out of seven. Why is he even trying anymore, he’s not going to win. Still, your eyes meet for a fleeting moment, enough for you to feel connected to him again, to trick yourself into thinking that he remotely missed you. Because he definitely didn’t. He didn’t even notice the time, where would his attention find the capacity to remember you while he’s racing his friends on this server?

“Oh shit, now way, it’s one already?” There is a monotone in his voice where disbelief should be. Basically, when Seokjin is gaming, he has two possible moods: over dramatic Ancient Roman gladiator with astounding battle cries, or completely stoic, focused, and most likely won’t realise if you’ve cracked an egg on his head. Both are equally as infuriating.

“Yes, it’s already one.” You sigh, plopping your bag on the floor to the side and striping your winter layers.

It’s shocking, sometimes, to think that your boyfriend is close to reaching his thirties. People compliment him endlessly on his lack of ageing - how doesn’t he have a single wrinkle? he looks the same as he did five years ago, if not better! - but little do they know, not only has he physically not aged, but also has mentally not grown up since the age of sixteen. Sixteen is him on a good day and you being generous.

You wonder if he’s going to stop gaming after this round now that you are back.

You wait.

He ends up coming fourth, which isn’t too shabby considering he had fallen off the course and wound up at the back. Watching as he stretches his board back, you think he’s going to switch his computer off, call it a day and finally come join you on the bed. But then he says into the microphone:

“Guys wait for me, let me change my character.”

You shut your eyes and sigh. Every time.

So you try to mind your own business as you wait for him to finally finish - you don’t mind going to sleep without him, you’re that far into your relationship that you don’t even need to say good night anymore. Practically a married couple at this point.

But then your mind wanders to the conversation you and your girls were having earlier during the night.

On the topic of sex, June brought up how her and her boyfriend has started to switch things up in the bedroom since, as much as she loves him, the same dick gets boring after a year. There was one time where they did policeman roleplay and he dropped the key under the bed and took ages to fish it out, but it was fine because the sex had been a solid 10/10, so apparently it was worth the sore arms. Kerry was surprised that June hadn’t tried to spice it up sooner; she on the other hand has been into moderate BDSM since highschool. Nothing hurts better than the sharp pain of being whipped on the butt by a crop cane, apparently. Just the other day, Namjoon suggested to Eunae that they should have a threesome with another man, the name of whom would not be disclosed, but you considerably suspect that he’s someone you know. Taehyung? Jimin? They seem like the type to be into this shit. But anyway, apparently, it turned Namjoon on a fucking lot to see Eunae get pounded by someone else while sucking his cock. She couldn’t complain at all, except for not being able to walk the next day.

You have such wholesome friends.

When it got to you, you kind of just- sat there poking your fingers. It not that your sex life with Seokjin is vanilla, but that’s exactly what you’re saying. Neither of you are particularly adventurous in nature, especially when it comes to sex. You would say that he has a higher sex drive than you, but only marginally. There are days where you would wake up and before your eyes are fully open, he’d already be inches deep in you. Sometimes, you go a long five days without sex out of tiredness and neither of you have a problem with it. But nevertheless, the sex is, as June described, the same mediocre missionary hammering until he blows his load either too soon or takes too long, with the occasional oral if you’re not feeling lazy.

Yeah, not mind blowing.

It’s not like you minded, but hearing your friends talk about their wild sex life makes you feel like you’re missing out. You and Seokjin are missing some fun, some excitement.

With that in mind, you crawl out of bed and approach your oblivious boyfriend. His shoulders jolt in surprise when he feels your arms snake around his neck from behind. Sparing you a second of his attention, he tilts his head up to meet your gaze, eyes wide in curiosity. You hang over him, cheek pressed on the crown of his head as you watch his game without particular interest.

Then you begin to bury your nose in his thick black hair, trailing tiny pecks all the way down to his face. Your hands start to roam as well, groping his toned chest not at all subtly. Seokjin is naturally well built with his hefty big bones - actual bones as well as, you know, that bone.

His fingers are moving mechanically on the keyboard in astounding reflexes. Hmm, you want those fingers inside… You place a particularly wet kiss on his cheek to try to coax his focus into your possession.

“What’s up, baby?” You count the flicker of his eyes as a small victory, even if you haven’t successfully infringed on his unwavering glare at the screen. Then he speaks into the microphone of his earphones, “Hoseok-ah, I’m catching up, watch out~!”

Ignoring his question as well as his sudden jerking motions to avoid his kart from veering too far, you proceed to kiss down his neck, pressing your warm lips ever so lightly on his skin to create that sensitive sparse contact that will surely make his little hairs rise. Your hands have now travel under his outstretched arms, albeit in an awkward angle due to your position, and are playing with the hem of his shirt. He’s wearing white today, and if there’s one thing you love more than your boyfriend, it’s your boyfriend in white.

When your small fingers reach the band of his joggers, you sense not only his muscles beneath your touch but his entire posture tense. Your wandering mouth feels him gulp.

“Let me guess, you’re horny again?” It’s unusual to hear him speak in such a low voice, a genuine hushed whisper rather than one for dramatic effect. The way he tilted away from the earphone mic does not go unnoticed, trying to to let the boys hear him. How interesting… Why not exploit that?

“Hmm…” You hum, lips still painting his collar now with gentle sucks. Your fingers are feathering his torso, each time daring to dip a bit further under his pants, but never too much. “Can’t you just stop gaming for a second and give me some attention, Seokjinnie?”

He tenses once more.

This is kind of fun. You almost snicker diabolically.

Muffled voices sound from the other end of the call, barely audible from the earphone that has been left dangling by the wire, not plugged into his ear. And you know that if it weren’t for them, Seokjin would be reprimanding you loudly right now.

“After this game, okay sweetie?” The tendons of his fingers strain over his knuckles. Click click click click click. Aggressive keyboard pushing.

“But… I can’t wait…” You put on your babiest voice with a whiny undertone, drawing out each syllable for emphasis. As you use your nails to tickle the skin over his pelvis, one of his knees jerk up and hit the desk.

Cute reflexes, you mirth.

“Shit-” He mutters under his breath. “Please, please, please. You’re distracting me.”

That’s the point.

This time, you reach even further, one hand brushing his thigh, the other returning to his fuzzy navel. “Seokjin…” He tries his best to hold in a sharp inhale at your seductive touch. “Right now, please…”

“Last game, I promise.” He whispers away from the microphone.

“You have two more rounds, you just started a new game, I can’t wait that long.” You nip at the lobe of his free ear.

“Boys, I’m going to bed after this game.” He announces to his friends, shooting you a brief pointed look, and whispers pleadingly, “please.”

Do you feel slightly bad for putting him in such a tortured position? Yes. But do you have every intention of carrying on? Also yes.

“How about this, baby,” you press your mouth against his ear, “you stay quiet while I give you the best blowjob of your life right now, then I’ll be satisfied and leave you be. Or, I go right back to bed right now and probably ignore you for the rest of the week until you do some grovelling for choosing a video game over your girlfriend.”

Seokjin shudders at your warm breath perforating into him and heaves, jaw hanging slightly open as he throws you one long glance. You see the clockwork in his mind turning as he contemplates your offer, clearly torn. Promiscuity is not his thing, so naturally, getting sucked off by his girl while on a gaming call with his friends presents a difficult dilemma.

“Shit, Y/N-ah…” He laments softly, causing a smirk to bloom across your face. He’s going to cave, you know it. Concentration at the game now dispersed, Seokjin wets his lips in hesitation. “Fine.”

So he caves.

Smug, you drop onto your knees and scuttles around his chair until you’re in the shadows of the desk. He rolls his seat back to allow you emerge between his legs. It’s dark down here, yet you know his body inside out. Lifting his rear off, he allows you to tug his joggers down, your hands not missing the chance to skim past the outskirts of his hips. You see him glance down, teeth gritted.

Kissing up the insides of his thighs, you let your tongue dance lucidly, teasing him until his quads can’t tense any further. There’s already a semi-bulge in his boxers, this lewd boy, and when you palm him over the grey cotton material, his lower half buckles.

Oh this is going to be fun.

When you feel more heat rush down to his groin, and his member grows more erect, you stripe the boxers off too. Your boyfriend is still, quiet, and you have to check that he’s still conscious. He is. Very conscious. Of your little shadow casted face in front of his fat aching cock under the desk.

He gulps again. He’s fucked.

Just as he looks back up at the screen so his vehicle doesn’t fall behind, he feels your tingly breath hovering over his shaft, up and down, as if assessing where to devour first. Unluckily for him, it’s his balls. Sucking on the soft delicate skin, one of your hands comes under to cup him. Seokjin lets out a low whimper that sounds vaguely like mmhhah-.

“Jin-hyung, where did you go? Falling behind already?” Jungkook taunts over the call, the other guys snickering after him.

Seokjin can’t even respond. It’s taking all of him to even keep half his attention on the race, how is he supposed to formulate a functional sentence?

You look up at him, grinning devilishly as you fondle his balls in your hand with your tactful tongue. Although his fingers are still clicking away at the keyboard, he is now looking down at you every few seconds. Progress. After a particularly cruel suck that has him curling his toes, you move to his cock.

It is throbbing violently. It tends to do that - Seokjin is a throbber; if you get him aroused but deprive him of the friction, he pulses up in need. You find something about that so cute.

And so, slowly and lubriciously, you drag your tongue up his tongue in a zigzag, curving around his circumference at every turn. “Aish…” He cries, and you know it’s not because of the game. He looks down, for a long couple of seconds this time. His lips are parted, hand pushing the hair out of his face to reveal that glorious forehead that’s powerful enough to topple kingdoms.

Then you swirl around his head, the rough pad of your tongue pressed hard against him, tasting his salty precum.

“Fuck.” He exhales. He knows you know what you’re doing to him and he’s completely under your influence, helpless. You wonder if his friends can hear his soft curses and moans. A part of you wants them to. Exhibitionism? Who would have thought.

You focus on his slit, licking mercilessly at his oozing opening, lapping up the taste of his arousal. His thigh is now trembling. Yet you don’t stop assailing his tip, slowly taking it in your mouth while your tongue performs its magic. Swirling, licking, flicking, sucking.

Abruptly, Seokjin grabs the mic of his earphones, concealing it in his palm to mask his voice when he says, “baby, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

You just look up at him, wide feign-innocent eyes overflowing in amusement. His own eyes lock on yours, head tilting to the side in exasperation at your antics. His incapacity against your relentless technique sends your cunt surging.

Finally, you take his cock in your mouth, swallowing him inch by inch agonisingly slowly until he pokes the back of your throat. He has to bite down on his lip to prevent those whimpers from escaping. When you slurp up, your tongue continues to draw patterns across his length, feeling his pulsing veins beneath you. Playing with his bollocks at the same time, you release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop.

At this point, you can tell he’s given up on the game, especially when his left hand grips onto your hair, his hips buckling again to push himself into your mouth. The keyboard sounds are decelerating, his eyes fixed on you more than the monitor, only occasional glances up at the game so his kart isn’t completely halted.

You gag as you bob up and down his cock, salivating endlessly to create a slippery friction for the walls of your mouth to mould over him. He fits in you so well. Each time, you try to take in more and more of his length until his whole member is engorged in your mouth. His taste grows increasingly salty, tip crying tears of precum.

Yup, he’s definitely not going to last.

Fingers holding onto your locks tightly, as if holding on for dear life, his chest rises and falls shakily, breath getting heavier. “Shut up, Jimin.” He says into his mic. You wonder what the boy had said.

As your pace increases and strokes of your tongue intensifies, his thighs squeeze around you. He’s desperately falling apart. Maintaining eye contact, his head collapses back, his neck exposed. He’s so close, you can tell.

So you go as fast as you can despite the ache in your jaw, riding him with your mouth, face stretching to encompass his girth. Tears spring to your eyes yet you ignore them. He’s pushing your head up and down now, guiding your speed to pursue his orgasm.

Then-

“O- fuck!” He groans out loud, not even bothering to lower his volume anymore. A moment later, you feel the violent twitch of his shaft followed by a spurt of warm liquid into your mouth. You slow your imbibing, considering his utmost sensitivity right now, and tenderly suck around his ejaculating tip. His whole body convulses, eyes rolling back. He is at utter surrender, both hands cradling your face, legs sprawled out.

“Nothing,” his voice is unstable as he exhales into the mic, “I just- um- spilt water all over my desk.”

‘Spilt water’ indeed.

You swallow his load in your mouth after pulling him out, hand lazily milking out his every last drop. Seokjin is panting as he gazes down at you, caressing your cheek gratefully, fiddling with your red swollen lips.

“I’m leaving, boys, good night.” He mindlessly ends the call with a few clicks and shuts his computer, his whole attention now devoted to you. “I can’t fucking believe you did that.”

Smiling proudly, you answer, “That was fun, wasn’t it.”

“I’m sure it was really fucking fun for you.” Seokjin hauls you up gently from the ground, and jeez, your knees are sore.

Without a second to waste, he pulls you in by the neck to meet his lips, your tongue still bitter from his cum. He’s not normally particularly dominant, yet this time, there is a roughness to his kiss, and an eagerness in the way his arm traps your waist. Walking back step by step, you tumble onto the bed, your core heated from the pool of desire you’ve collected for him. And when he flips and pins you under him, you know you’re fucked for the rest of the night.

“You’re going to regret doing that.”

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04/12/19

© Copyright 2019

[beeblebrox-be-damned]

Growth (Parts 3-5)

Dark!Loki x Reader

TW: not much in these bits.

Posting these all together to save time. I finished the series while my data was out and put it all on AO3, so now I’m smashing some of it together depending on the time it is in the story.

Sometimes Loki felt bad about what he’d done. Not much, but just a little. You had seemed so upset about it. So, he did what he had to do a told a little white lie to solve that, and added a bit more to cheer you up, relax you.

He hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, he’d done everything right.

He had made you happy. You deserved happiness. He could give that to you, and he would, no matter what. Yes, his methods were… ahem, unconventional at best, but they worked didn’t they?

He watched you closely as you relaxed into the pillows propped up behind you. You were engrossed in your book. That was something he loved about you, the way to immersed yourself in what you enjoyed. He smiled as he watched you.

For so long, he’d pined for you. The first day he met you, he was captivated. Your eyes, your voice, your smile. Breathtaking.

When your father had interfered, his heart was broken. He’d run home, crying. As soon as he got to the palace he’d changed back into his normal self, flung himself on his bed, and sobbed his heart out.

His mother had found him like that after he didn’t show up to dinner. She had sat down on the bed, stroking his inky locks.

“What troubles you, dear?” she asked gently. He turned over and looked at her, his face tearstained and eyelids red. He sniffled as he tried to find the words to explain.

“I-I am just very sad about someone, Mother,” he had whimpered. She scooped him up until he was leaning against her. He closed his eyes, hiccuping sobs bursting from his mouth.

“Who? Someone from the palace? Was someone cruel to you?” Her voice was soft and wrought with concern. She’d never seen him so distraught.

He shook his head. “N-o…” He was reluctant to admit that it was a villager, as that would reveal his private escapades. “I-it’s just…”

His mother smiled knowingly. “Someone from the town?” She knew? Loki’s heart thudded in his chest. He nodded shyly.

“I guess you’re angry ‘bout that,” he sighed.

She shook her head, laughing. Loki thought she had the most beautiful laugh, asides from yours. “No, dear, I’m not angry. You are adventurous by nature. It’s only natural for you to want to expand your horizons.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile for a moment before he remembered his woes and frowned. “Well, I met a girl. And she’s very nice and fun…” he admitted “But her father says I can’t talk to her anymore.” He burst into a fresh round of tears. “Mother, she’s m-my best friend!”

Frigga held her son close. “Don’t worry dear, I’m sure it will all be alright.” She pursed her lips, thinking. “I assume her father is unaware you are a prince?”

Loki nodded. “But even if he did, we still couldn’t be friends. There’s nothing I can do,” he lamented. 

Frigga was silent for a moment. “There is, dear.”

The moment he saw you in the throne room, Loki felt every single piece of his life lock into place. It was perfect.

You were perfect. Every single thing about you.

And he nearly lost you. He really should not have told you about the charm he’d used to ensure you’d be there on the Day of Choosing. Big mistake.

You were angry before that, and that made it much, much worse. It broke his heart to see you in tears, so upset by what he’d done. He could understand your perspective on the matter, but it had been all for you. But you couldn’t see it that way.

So he lied. He told you he’d taken it away, but he really hadn’t. And for extra measure, he added a bit more. You needed it. You were so upset, it hurt to see you like that. He made you feel better. The way you had melted into his arms after that told him everything he needed to know.

You were his, and you had accepted it.

He smiled. You turned a page, still not noticing his adoring gaze. Your knees were drawn up under the blankets, your book rested on your stomach and leaning against them. Soon your belly would be quite a bit more substantial.

The thought made him shiver. He knew for many years that he wanted to start a family with you, wanted to breed you and watch your belly grow as you nurtured his child within, but witnessing it happen was almost too much for him to handle. The idea that a part of him now was always inside of you, safe and warm, made his heart swell.

Of course, his heart was not the only thing effected by the thought. In fact, that effect was quite noticeable at the moment as he watched you. He moved his hips, trying to relieve the pressure in his groin. After the escapade on the balcony, he’d said he wanted you to rest, but damn if keeping that in mind wasn’t hard right now. His hand snuck down and he rubbed himself through the pants he was wearing to bed.

You still were unaware, absorbed in your literature. He watched the rise and fall of your breasts with every gentle breath you took. They’d been swollen as of late. In the not-too-distant future, they’d be swollen with milk for his child. And perhaps (he was sure you’d allow it) a bit for him. His cock throbbed against his hand. He stifled a groan.

Nothing. Not a twitch from you. He bit his lip, debating with himself. Should he disturb you? Maybe it would be better to allow you to rest as he had said. He could always retreat to the washroom to relieve his pains. He’d certainly done so enough before he’d wed you. Many, many times.

He withdrew his hand. If he ignored it, maybe it’d go away. Of course, that means he’d also need to stop looking at you.

An amusing notion. Not happening.

He turned over and laid on his stomach. Oh Norns, that just made it worse. He returned to his back rapidly. You glance over, smirking.

“A bit restless there, are we?” You set down your book. “Or have you just decided to go camping?”

He furrowed his brow. You glanced pointedly downwards. Oh… a tent. You were clever. Another thing he loved about you. 

He cleared his throat. “Perhaps. Would you like to come along with me?” He gave you a devilish grin. You moved closer to him under the covers, turning onto your side to face him.

“Of course I would,” you purred as you reached downwards and touched Loki in the exact way that made him shudder every time with pleasure. 

Loki pushed back the sheets, exposing both of you. You nudged down his pants, moving to take him into your mouth (oh, how he loved watching your lips wrap around him) but he held up a hand and stopped you. He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to straddle him, but facing backwards.

He drew you up towards him until your pelvis was hovering just above his face. The remnants of his earlier pleasures still clung to you, the sight of which made Loki’s length become impossibly harder. After having dreamt for so long of seeing his cum inside of you, the sight nearly made him orgasm right then and there. He pulled your hips down and licked a long stripe over your cunt, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit.

You shivered, biting your lip. Carefully, as not to dislodge Loki from his position betwixt your thighs, you leaned downwards. You placed a teasing kiss on the shining tip of his engorged length, watching as the muscles of his abdomen and thighs clenched and quivered. You ran your tongue over him, then slowly brought your mouth down around him. He groaned, the sound sending wondrous vibrations through you.

The ministrations of Loki’s tongue increased substantially as he pushed you towards your orgasm. His eyes were shut in bliss, hips bucking upwards to meet your hot, velvety mouth. He sucked at your clit, scraping it every now and then with his teeth, make you keen and moan around his cock. He raised one hand and slipped it between your thighs, fingers plunging into your folds as he continued working at you. You shook with pleasure, every nerve in your body singing as he brought you to an intense and wonderful high.

The moans you made while still dutifully sucking his cock pushed Loki over the edge. His cum shot out in thick ropes, down your throat and coating your tongue. You swallowed each drop he gave you, just as he lapped up every bit of you he could. You sat up after a moment, dismounting him and wiping your hand across your mouth to clean yourself of saliva and other fluids. Loki grinned at you with hooded, sleepy eyes.

He pulled you close to him, drawing the sheets back up to cover you both. The lights were extinguished, leaving the both of you wrapped in each other’s embraces as you fell asleep. Loki’s hand rested over your belly as if protecting the tiny life inside you that he already loved so dearly.

Loki insisted on watching the fitting. The old seamstress protested, but eventually relented with a laugh. “Well,” she chuckled, “I suppose you’ve already seen all of her anyway.” 

You were taken by surprise when Loki led you to the fitting room and revealed a wedding dress. Normally, there were no weddings in this sort of marriage. After the night preceding the Day of Choosing, all pairs were legally declared married. You hadn’t been expecting this sort of thing, but it made sense when you thought about it. After all, everyone would be eager to see the new royal couple, and what better way to display that than a wedding?

The dress was a gleaming gold, flecked with accents of green. As tradition, you would wear your husband’s (or in the usual case, husband-to-be’s) colors. The seamstress led you to the stand and removed the fitting gown, carefully arranging the new dress on you.

As she did so, she had you keep your eyes closed. You were as of yet unaware of what was going on, and quite perplexed as to why she was being secretive and why Loki was standing in the room. After several minutes of preening and primping, she stepped back and told you to open your eyes.

You gasped and immediately began crying. Loki rushed to your side as quickly as he could possibly move, wrapping his arms around you and stroking your hair. Your sobs were interlaced with laughter.

“W-what’s wrong, dearest? Are you unhappy?” he questioned frantically, trying to find out why there were tears streaming down your beautiful face.

You buried your face against his chest. “No!” you exclaimed. “It’s just so w-wonderful. I wasn’t expecting it.”

The seamstress patted Loki’s arm, grinning. “Don’t worry about her, my Prince. Poor girl’s hormones are runnin’ rampant in her system thanks t’ the little one.” Loki sighed with relief.

You clung to him a moment more before letting go and daring to look in the mirror once more. The dress wasn’t the only stunning thing, you were. It accentuated each part of your body in a way that made you look almost ethereal. This included your rounding belly. At the three month mark, you were feeling as though you must looked disgustingly bloated as opposed to pregnant, but now you could see this wasn’t the case.

Loki smiled in awe as he watched you. You were like a goddess, fertile and full of life. You were positively glowing. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

Within a week, the wedding plans were in full swing. Decisions had to be made, food had to be tasted, arrangements had to be, well, arranged. Life was rather hectic, which meant you and Loki didn’t get to spend much time together, or at least time alone.

You could tell by the clench of Loki’s jaw as he sampled a possible dish for the feast that he was frustrated. He sat down the fork, nodding. “That will be fine.” He tried to sound cooperative, but there was an edge to his tone. You hoped the cooks didn’t notice and take it the wrong way. He wasn’t mad, just a bit tense.

You rested your hand on his, caressing it gently with your fingers. “It will be alright,” you said softly once the servants were out of sight. “What’s wrong?”

He smiled at you gently. “Nothing, dear dove, just missing your company.” You raised your eyebrow.

“Loki, I’m right here,” you said. Mischief sparked in his eyes. You knew that look. “Oh… well then,” you laughed.

He leaned over, burying his face against your jaw and neck, inhaling deeply before nipping. It didn’t hurt, more of a tickling sensation. You laughed and tried to shove at his shoulders. “Get off me, off I say!”

He paused for a moment then shook his head. “No, I do not believe I will.” He went back to his work, tugging at your ear with his teeth. You could feel his grin against your skin. Your face heated.

“Loki, you fiend, someone will see us,” you scolded, continuing trying to weasel away from him. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your firmly against him. 

His lips found your pulse-point below your jaw, masterfully teasing and tweaking the flesh. You growled under your breath. “Loki, not now,” you whispered harshly. You could hear footsteps nearing.

Just as the cook was about to enter with another dish, Loki pulled away, spinning you around so you both were facing the door. He was grinning. You rolled your eyes. Fiend.

It seemed like the whole kingdom arrived for the wedding. There were hordes of people. After all, it wasn’t everyday that a prince was wedded (even though this was just for show).

The most important guest to you was your father. He stood in the front row, watching with tears in his eyes as the ceremony took place. You’d never seen him cry except for the night your mother died during childbirth. Your newborn sister had died a long with her.

And yet there he was, in tears, at your wedding nonetheless. As soon as it was done, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him, struggling to hold back your own tears. You had not seen him in over three months. Loki joined you, shaking your father’s hand.

“It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, sir,” he said, voice like dark satin. Your father beamed at him.

“The pleasure is mine, my Prince.” His voice was trembling and he looked back at you, pulling you into a hug once more. “Oh, my beautiful daughter. I am so proud of you.” He pulled back, wiping the tears away from your eyes. The smile plastered across his face was incredible; you’d never seen him smile so.

“And your mother would be proud to,” he said, voice thick with emotion. He grinned and rested his hand briefly on your abdomen. “She’d also be quite ecstatic about this little one,” he laughed before pulling his hand away.

Loki tapped your shoulder. “I believe dinner is about to begin. It would be odd for us to miss our own wedding feast.”

The dinner was just as grand as the ceremony had been. Your father sat in front of you. He was quite impressed by the food, especially the baked goods. Though he was a baker, there were some things he didn’t indulge in often, including his own breads and pastries. The ones of the palace were made of the finest ingredients and he insisted he try each one.

He was on his third slice of dark bread when he turned towards you to talk. “So,” he asked, swallowing a mouthful, “Have the two of you discussed any names for the wee one?” 

Loki grinned. “Well, we haven’t settled on anything should it be a girl, but in the case it is a boy, we both think Eluf would be a fitting name.”

Your father nearly choked on his mead. He looked at you with a comically questioning expression. He knew that name well.

“Well, um, you see-“ you stuttered. You weren’t sure how to handle this and practically froze up on the spot. Thankfully, Loki took over once more.

“The young boy that befriended your daughter all those years ago was actually, well, me,” he explained. Your father’s expression grew increasingly flabbergasted. “You see, I wanted to explore the kingdom without any escorts and your daughter,” he paused, blushing and glancing at you with a lopsided smile, “She captivated me, sir.”

Your father stammered. He had yelled at a prince, told a prince he was never to see his daughter again. “Oh, I, ahem-”

Loki grinned at him. “Do not fret sir, it was for the best. If I had revealed who I was, we would not be here today,” he explained. Your father swallowed thickly and nodded.

“A-alright then,” he said, “well, I suppose that was for the best then.”

You collapsed onto the bed with a long exhale, arm flung over your eyes dramatically. “I am thoroughly beat,” you said, groaning. Loki flopped down next to you.

“Utterly exhausting, I agree.” His hair was disheveled as you felt. You snorted.

“At least you aren’t carrying a child that is rapidly growing heavier by the day,” you half argued, half teased. He turned onto his side and placed his hand on your belly.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “And you’re amazing for it.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, pressing his forehead to you. “I promise the next few days will be nothing but restful.”

“Somehow I think you’ll be going back on your word, Odinson.” You nudged his pelvis with your hip. “You haven’t been able to keep your hands to yourself since I got here, and after going so long during the wedding preparations without any affection, I daresay you may wither away.”

He chuckled. “Well, you may have a point there. I’ll at least let you have tonight to rest then.” His hand stroked your belly.

“Now I didn’t say I wanted that,” you said, grinning. “Perhaps if you’d be so kind to help me to the bath, I might find the energy in me to keep you from withering.”

Loki stood with a groan. “How can I resist an offer like that.” He scooped you up in his arms easily, as though you weighed no more than a feather. You curled up against his chest, head resting in the crook of his shoulder as he carried you to the washroom.

He placed you gently on your feet, nudging the door closed so that any servants who might come in for nightly tasks would not interrupt. His hands found the lacing at the back of your wedding gown, undoing them swiftly in a manner that harkened to your formal wedding night. He placed kisses along your shoulders, his lips warm and inviting against your skin.

With skilled hands, he worked your dress away from your body, and you almost wondered if he’d practiced with the dress when it was still being made. There were an awful lot of complicated fastenings, but he blew past them with ease, your dress quickly pooling on the floor around your feet. With a twirl, he picked you up once more and lifted you over the folds of green and gold, setting you down outside of the cloth.

He began to discard his armor, peeling away each piece in a teasing manner. Your hands found his chest as you assisted him in undressing, and soon he was as bare as you. With a smirk, he scooped you up, nipping at your neck. He walked towards the bath, stepping carefully as he lowered the two of you in.

He sat down on the ridge in the water that formed a sort of bench around the perimeter of the bath, situating you in his lap. You leaned against him languidly, letting the warm water wash away the aches and pains of the long day.

Loki snagged the bottle of soap that you usually used, pouring some into his palm and lathering it into your hair. His fingers were graceful as always, gentle as they massaged your scalp. They made their way down your neck and over your shoulders, squeezing and kneading your tense muscles into submission.

Carefully, he leaned you back until your hair was in the water, rinsing you free of the suds. He smiled at you, his eyes filled with adoration. You sat up, turning so you straddled his thighs. Ignoring the look of arousal that crossed his features, you began to wash him just as he had you.

His hair was like silk as you combed through. His eyelids drooped shut as his head leaned forward until his forehead rested against your chest. Despite the way it looked, there was nothing sexual in the act, just pure affection and trust. Your hands massaged his neck and shoulders, mirroring his motions from before. He whimpered as you kneaded and pressed, loving how gentle you were with him. Your touch was something he’d longed for for so long, something that made his heart sing with joy.

Not just his heart, it would seem. You could feel his increasing arousal against the apex of your thighs. You rubbed slowly against him as you caressed his shoulders. He shuddered and whimpered against you, arms wrapping around your torso to pull you closer to him. He raised his head and looked at you, eyes tired but so loving it almost made you cry.

How could you ever be mad at him for what he had done? He had done it out of love.

You raised handfuls of water and rinsed his hair, not eager to get soap in your mouth whilst you kissed him. As soon as it was done, you leaned forwards and met his lips with your own, dancing with a tenderness that was unparalleled. He tilted his head, tongue flickering over your lips before plunging in, exploring your mouth. It was unlike his normal, hungry and fierce kisses. This was slow and passionate, revealing every single ounce of desire he had for you in a manner that showed his complete adoration for you.

You spread your thighs so that his cock was pressed to your folds. You wondered if he could feel how aroused you were despite the water that the two of you sat in. He rolled his hips, rubbing your labia and clit slowly and deliberately. You shivered, grinding down upon him in turn. His hands found your hips and he pulled you closer, chest to chest.

His need was becoming too much to bare. “Darling, I-”

You hushed him, raising your hips and sinking down. “I know,” you murmured against his mouth before locking him in another kiss as he sheathed himself fully within you.

His hand kneaded your hips. You didn’t bother with raising yourself off and back down, instead moving your hips in slow, sensual circles that pushed him into you tightly and rubbed your clit on his pubis. Your eyes were shut in bliss as you felt your nerves winding tighter and tighter.

Your chest was heaving. Loki pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, panting and looking directly into your eyes as he groaned wantonly. His pupils were dilated, blown wide with his need for you. You could see him drawing nearer to release just as you were. Tingling and whimpering, you bucked your hips. Loki’s eyes closed tightly, his eyebrows knitting together as he threw his head back, crying out as he released within you for the first time in several days, what felt like an eternity to him. The expression on his face was enough to push you over, back arching as you reveled in the feeling of his hot cum bursting inside of you.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly as you came down from your orgasm, once more leaning your forehead to his. Both of you were panting in earnest. You slowly released your grip on his shoulders, hands sliding down his arms, fingers trailing over the muscles. He was smiling lopsidedly at you, eyes half-lidded.

“As much as I want to continue,” he said, his tiredness apparent in his voice, “I believe we both need rest. Especially you, my love.” His hand pressed against your belly. “My life.” Taglist: @jessiejunebug  @knuffeltuff@sea040561@alexakeyloveloki@villanellevi@skinny-macncheese@shockwavee@footballiskillingme​ @the-surviving-revolutionist​ @1-800-ahh-crap​