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idiswhadidis · 1 year ago

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୨ৎ 🇼🇭🇦🇹 🇹🇪🇦🇸🇪🇸, 🇱🇴🇻🇪🇸 🇪🇦🇨🇭 🇴🇹🇭🇪🇷 ୨ৎ

having to sit with your enemy at the engagement dinner of your brother couldn't be that bad right? besides you should give your mother credits.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ prince Jungwon x female.reader princess ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ sim jake and jungwons sister i choose to name her Jia

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ historical: prince, princess, queen, king etc. fluff, jungwon is in readers opinion the enemy, actually pretty romantic?, jungwon is full on a gentleman (get me a man like him), friends/enemies to?, i would say jungwon is a bit possessive ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ 1,8K

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ i didn't know that i would update a fiction this quickly but after the long ass pause i had, this is overdue lol, i actually wanted to include some angst but i couldn't bring myself to (my heart is too soft)

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“I just know this day will suck the energy out of me, who even decided that I have to come along just to see my brother getting engaged, like happy for him but not really my business” you say irritated sitting in the carriage that drives in the direction of the Yangs, your mother listening to your little tantrum,

“Honey, the only reason you don’t want to go is because of Prince Jung-”, widening your eyes at her, cupping your ears preventing from hearing the name of the boy “don’t say his name, it literally brings bad luck” making your mother laugh,

“Prince Jungwon is literally the sweetest soul I��ve ever met, he presents perfectly his mother the Queen, so please get along with him just for today” pouting at her, making her eyebrows raise a bit so you sigh and nod slumping down, the dress you’re wearing making it a bit difficult tho. “But you know…” your mother starts, “what teases, loves each other.” “Mother!”

As the carriage comes to a halt, and the chauffeur opens the door making you aware that you’re in the Yang’s residence. Breathing in and out switching from your goofy personality to your “Princess of Sim” personality, though life.

Setting foot on the ground straightening the wrinkles on your dress amazed by how the dress compliments your curves.

“Welcome Queen and Princess of Sim” the Queen herself aka Jungwons mother, greets you both smiling widely, your mother and the Queen have been friends for decades plus your father and his father so it’s literally perfect having a son (your brother) and a daughter (Jungwons sister) marrying each other, perfect match as they call it.

“Dear, how long was it? you have grown to a gorgeous lady Y/n”, blushing at her words, even tho you’ve seen her 3 months ago on the masquerade ball, you don’t think your appearance has changed that much since then, but like you will never shut down a compliment so you thank her slightly bowing down and complimenting her as well.

“I have to agree, Mother,” making your eyes roll “indeed absolutely gorgeous,” says the boy next to the Queen, her son Yang Jungwon, the boy who makes your (love) life hard.

Making your mom stab your ribs with her elbow intending for you to say something nice, side-eyeing her, you muster a smile turning to him- “Thanks Jungwon, you look handsome as well” having him laugh at your response making you want to punch him.

“Lets get inside, everything is already prepared.”

As the Queens go their own way catching up to each other's life leaving you alone on the stairs with Jungwon, “Missed me Princess?” making you scoff as if, “I was taught not to lie” walking past him, making him smile a bit, following you to the venue where the engagement dinner will be held.

Stepping foot in to the venue having your mouth wide open, the servants did a great job everything is perfectly decorated in beige and brown, flowers are literally hanging down the ceiling like wow, every dinner table is completely full you didn’t thought that everyone in this fucking country would be invited.

“Let's go” Jungwon says, having his hand hovering on your back guiding you to the main table where your families sit, seeing your brother and his fiance,

and also noticing that the only two seats left are next to each other, sighing in disbelief, you wouldn’t be surprised that your mothers planned this.

Having Jungwon bring out the chair as a sign to help you sit down makes you look at him “what is your agenda today, why so nice?” him laughing out a breath “I’m always nice to you, you just refuse to see it.” having his hand on your waist bringing you to sit down, looking at him stunned as he sits down himself.

Looking around the table, seeing some familiar faces, like your favorite cousin who is already waving excitedly at you, sticking the tip of your tongue playfully out and giving him the peace sign.

Hearing the sound of something clanking against glass has your head turn to the left to see your mothers trying to get the attention from everyone.

“Welcome everyone, I’m happy that everyone could make it, today we will celebrate the engagement of Prince Sim Jake and Princess Yang Jia.” Jungwon’s mother turns to your mother letting her know to continue “Let’s have fun and cherish our both childrens luck.” Having everybody clap in happiness, looking at your brother and Jia feeling happy for them knowing your brother had a crush since childhood for her.

“Now, dinner is about to be served. Eat as much as you want, our chefs would be disappointed if there are any leftovers.” Making your stomach grumble ready to devour food.

“Did you know that Jia always had a crush on your brother?” Jungwon breaks you out of your thoughts, looking at him with wide eyes. Those are actually news to you “Wait really? I knew that Jake had a crush on her but this makes it even more cute that both had a crush.” your lips pouting- “that reminds me of someone” he says, having direct eye contact, looking at him confused “who?”, “you will know” blinking at him, question marks dancing around your head.

After you have eaten your dress has gotten much tighter, once again a reminder that you hate dresses, standing up wanting to go to the restroom to re-tighten it so that you are not on the brink of death. Problem is, it takes two persons to tie a dress so who? Looking at the persons who you would trust are completely busy with eating or conversations. The only one who’s free is the boy next to you, shaking your head not in hell, you can do this by yourself.

“If someone asks, I’m in the restroom real quick” you say quickly to him making him nod, standing up and dashing to the restroom trying to untie the dress at the back. God damn it who thought a dress that tight would be okay for an occasion which includes food. Looking into the mirror to see your back, seeing that the strings of the bow are literally tucked into the nest of other strings, great what now.

Hearing the door crack makes you look at it praying it would be a polite girl who could help you, instead you got a man to be specific, Jungwon.

“The fuck are you doing here? in the girl washroom to be specific”, “Figured you would need help retightening that dress”, “what? how did you know-”,

“I knew by your expression that you were uncomfortable, then I saw how your hand was sitting on your belly probably trying to breathe properly and then you tried to open the strings while dashing away.”

Blinking at him feeling suddenly butterflies in your stomach, “wow sherlock, didn’t know you know me that well'', “don't act so surprised princess'' he says walking to your standing figure, making you gulp a bit harder than you intended.

Him standing behind you looking at you through the mirror “May I?”, making you nod mumbling out a tiny “yes”, propping your hands on the counter of the sink for better support.

It was silent as he reached for the strings untightening the bow and step by step he untightened all strings, making you finally breathe out in a satisfied sigh “you know when I agreed with my mother I truly meant it.”

making your brows furrow what does he mean-

oh-

OH.

Looking up to the mirror seeing him already looking at you makes you flustered, wtf? Where does this come from now? you’re supposed to dislike him. He is the reason why your love life does not exist, having him always ruin your dates just because he doesn’t want to see you happy, the masquerade ball for example your date literally ditched you after he talked to Jungwon.

looking back down hiding the blush on your face, fuck are you supposed to say something back? I mean you weren't lying either he is really handsome especially in the tuxedo he wears complimanting his body perfectly-

feeling the strings of your dress being put back in a bow letting you know he’s done, suddenly feeling both of his hands on each side of your waist turning your around still looking down avoiding his eyes, since when are you shy around him? this didn’t suit you trying to move, his grip tightens. still looking not at him, has him lifting your chin with his thumb and index finger making you look at him unwillingly.

him moving closer to your face “what are you doing?” you whisper as you glance at his lips “something i should have done way earlier” he said barely closing the gap between your lips “is this okay?” he asks so politely, fuck why is he so perfect? you don't answer so you crash your lips against his, making him squeeze your waist trying to push you more onto him cradling your neck into his hand deepening the kiss having you bring your hand as well onto his neck going through his fluffy hair pulling slightly on it making him moan.

he slips away from your lips kissing down your chin to your throat finding your sweet spot making you moan out gripping a bit harder onto his hair “fuck j-jung-” making him nibble on it more leaving a tiny mark, kissing back up to your lips making you sigh in comfort.

“God I wish I could do this everyday” he says between kisses breaking you out of your trance making you break the kiss, you look at him catching your breath your eyes blown out, “what just happened” you say whispering touching your lips noticing that they are a bit swollen. Him holding one of your cheek “I don't know if this was prove enough but I’ve been wanting to tell you that I'm madly in love with you Y/n”

You think for a second, connecting dots looking at him suspiciously “Is that why you tried to ruin every date I’ve ever had?” him smiling sheepishly at you “I’m sorry I had to, I was terrified that someone would steal my girls heart” making your heart melt my god what's happening to you,

"Your girl?”

“I called you my girl since forever nothing will change that-”

“-so will you let me take you out on a date, which I will not sabotage?”

“When you ask me so nicely then I don’t have a choice besides to say yes” making him smile catching your lips again.

As you both head out of the restroom, hands intertwined, both of your lips still a bit swollen, the first person to catch you both is of course.. who else.. your mother. Wiggling her eyebrows playfully, she knew this day would come like she said “what teases, loves each other.”

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jinxyvvrites · 29 days ago

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-- desire [ act II ]

Warnings:

Writers own interpretation of Topper Thornton, darkness/flaws and all. Reader/you is/are John B's sister. I repeat, you are a Routledge, it's on you to choose your own name + look, etc. You/reader are also female.Reader/You will have loose hobbies and stuff ( one mentioned here is dancing ) and reader/you is shorter than Topper...This is me, being self-indulgent af other than the vague stuff I've laid out here in the warnings. Sexual tension, ftw. Mutual pining, stolen glances, etc. You/Reader are dragged into the early beginnings of John B / Sarah's romance. Angst. Teenage rebellion. Swearing, a little violence (Topper and some random Kook), that's about it. If any of this bothers you in any way, I strongly suggest you don't read this. I repeat.. If you're not fine with anything I'm saying here, do not read.

Word Count:

2.2k+

This is the second chapter. The first chapter can be found here

Pairing:

Topper Thornton x Routledge!Female Reader.

Snippet:

Topper reaches out, grabbing Ethan by the throat. As he holds him against the wall, hes glaring, snarling and angry, “What the fuck are you trying to say right now, huh?”

Ethan gulps. “Nothing. I..forget it, man.”

Topper lets him go and Ethan shoves him out of the way, angrily storming off and all this commotion out in the hallway has caught your attention.

You saunter over, peeking out.

“Do you guys mind? Some ‘f us don't have daddy's money as an option to get into the life of their dreams.” your hand settles on your hip and you tilt your head to stare up at Topper, “Some of us have an audition coming up. An important one.”

“Sorry.” Topper mutters as he stares back down at you, leaning in the other side of the door frame, a hand resting above your head against the top of it, “I didn't know you danced.”

You laugh softly and shrug. “ There's a lot you don't know about me, Thornton.” you're getting lost in those eyes again, the second you realize you’ve stepped up into him, bodies touching, you bite down on your bottom lip and take a deep breath because there it is, that shaky yet calm feeling that always seems to hit when you're close to him. “I've got an audition to practice for.”

The door to the dance studio down the hall is partially open, just enough that Hozier drifts out into the hallway. Inside the little room, you're doing barre warmups, watching your form in the wall length mirror in front of you as you extend a leg, let it rest against the barre to stretch.

Topper just happens to be walking past with Kelce and their other friend Ethan when he spots you, gets distracted watching you. He fills the doorway as he stands in it, arms raised and a hand against the top of the door frame.

He's caught up in watching and now both Ethan and Kelce have noticed that hes missing so they double back.

“Why are we watching her, dude?”

Kelce shoots him a warning look and Topper snaps out of the daze hes in. “I wasn't.”

“You were.” Ethan insists, “but why, man?” he pushes the question, a look of disdain in his eyes that makes Topper clench a fist, shoving it down into the pocket of his gym shorts.

“I said I wasn't.” Topper snarls.

“Dude… you already have Sarah Cameron.” Ethan reminds him as he nods to you, disgusted, “what the fuck are you even looking at one of them for?”

Topper reaches out, grabbing Ethan by the throat. As he holds him against the wall, hes glaring, snarling and angry, “What the fuck are you trying to say right now, huh?”

Ethan gulps. “Nothing. I..forget it, man.”

Topper lets him go and Ethan shoves him out of the way, angrily storming off and all this commotion out in the hallway has caught your attention.

You saunter over, peeking out.

“Sorry.” Topper mutters as he stares back down at you, leaning in the other side of the door frame, a hand resting above your head against the top of it, “I didn't know you danced.”

“Where?” Topper asks, eyes roaming up and down your body before locking on your own again, “Where is it?”

“That Ritz-Carlton on the mainland. The ballroom.” after letting your raised hand slide down the front of his tank top, you step away, vanish into the dance studio.

Work Song starts over again and for the millionth time in his life, Topper Thornton is left to pull himself together as he stares down at his chest because damn it, the ghost of your touch still lingers.

Kelce clears his throat. “C’mon man. Walk it off, shit.”

“Yeah, we should get going.” even as he says it, it's the last thing he wants to do.

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You're exhausted when you wander into the Chateau, dropping onto your dad's old sofa and scowling as a spring pokes you in the small of your back.

The quiet music coming from your brothers room down the hall tells you that hes home so you don't give much thought, picking up the television remote to aimlessly flip through the few channels you can get.

Then his bedroom door opens with a slow creak and Sarah wanders out with your brother all over her. As the two disappear into the kitchen, you glare at the closed pocket door.

“What the fuck is she doing here? Seriously? I can't even breathe on the guy I want but he can bring home the queen of Kooks and bang her like a screen door in a hurricane…in our house.” the little rant doesn't help, if anything, it only makes your irritation guide you right into getting up, walking into the kitchen where you move to sit on the counter and clear your throat.

You're glaring at them when they finally spring apart.

“What the fuck, John?”

“She needs somewhere safe t’ stay.”

“She can stay at home, John.” you give your older brother a dirty look as you fold your arms.

Sarah is looking from you to him. She steps away. “I should just..”

“Yeah, you really should. Shouldn't your actual boyfriend be the one you turn to if you're so scare” you ask. She flinches and John B reaches out, pulling her close again. “You don't have t go, Sare.”

“She really does.” you snap, a hand on your hip. “Oh, oh I see now.,” you glare at your older brother, “I can't even look at certain guys but you can fuck their girlfriends. Good to know.”

“It's not like that!” John throws up his hands and gives you a warning look.

You feel at least a little bad for saying it at the moment and you're not even sure why it bothers you as much as it does but it does.

“We didn't do–” but as she says it, you turn to look at her. “Riiight.” you drawl. “You never do anything, do ya?”

“Knock it the fuck off, ___.” John snaps at you. “This is different.”

“Yes, father. Understood.” your tone is frosty as you slip off the counter and into the living room, picking up your keys and grabbing your old backpack.

“Where the hell are you going, huh? You're not leaving in that!” John B asks, stopping you as he nods to the weather outside as the storm begins to settle in. “She didn't deserve that. Go apologize.” he opens the door and points and you shake your head, laughing at his demand.

“Not happening. Not when we both know this is boredom for her and it's gonna end up getting you made into gator food, idiot.” you hiss. “Have you forgotten who her father is? He's psychotic, John. You two can do whatever, leave me out of it!”

Out in the kitchen, as she listens to the silent argument you two are having, something you said sinks in for Sarah.

And when it does, she files it away for later because maybe there is a way out without hurting Topper.

You storm out of your brother's room and then the front door, the screen door banging shut behind you.

“She took it well.”

“She hates me.”

“She’s gonna have her tantrum and then she'll be totally fine. She always does. She's just worried.”

“Maybe this isn't a good idea.” Sarah protests, but it's weak. The prospect of going home, facing her brother and her father isn't something she's willing to even consider.

John B pulls her close and kisses the crown of her head. “You're safe. And if I have to, I can keep both of you safe.That's what matters.”

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You almost want to laugh at how childish you were but its definitely not funny. The wind whips around you, howling as it sends icy cold rain straight into you.

Every step you take is punctuated with you grumbling and swearing under your breath as your mascara runs and your hair begins to fall down from the messy bun and stick against your head and neck. It feels so gross and you're freezing, your clothing absolutely soaked through.

The dirt and gravel road leading into town, into the storm is messy and slippery, as soon as you start to feel the mud lapping at your ankles you stop for a second and grimace. You can just barely hear your brother yelling for you, his voice fading more and more with every step you take to get farther away.

Finally, his voice is gone and its just you and the howl of the wind, the loud thunderclaps.

You can just barely see the lights of the pier up ahead, local shop owners and tourons rushing to leave before it's too late. As you've spotted Kiara and her parents, you're rushing over, they've always been nice enough to let you crash at their place whenever you and the mega-butthead you call an older brother don't see eye to eye. As you make your way over to the three of them you collide with Topper.

“What the hell are you doing out in this? I thought you went home..”

He's got you by the elbow and he's leading you towards his Jeep.

“I did.” you're breathless, trying to catch your breath as you're lead, dragged, along by him. The Jeep is only a few steps away at this point and the two of you stop in your tracks, he stares down at you and you stare up at him.

“Why come back?”

You swallow hard. Stay silent for a few seconds as you weigh out your words because if it were anybody else, you'd have absolutely no problem telling them what their precious angel was up to, who she happened to be pinned below an hour ago.

But it's Topper. And your brother, the two most important guys in your life. There is no easy way to break it to him, at least not one that keeps John from getting his teeth kicked down his fucking throat.

“John and me had a fight so I left.”

Topper studies you for a few seconds, a gaze so intent that you're a little afraid he can see right through you. “Have anything to do with Sarah?”

He may have asked the question but he can feel his stomach twisted and deep down he knows he doesn't actually want to know the answer.

You mean to at least attempt evading him but you swallow hard. “I think he's hiding her, something must've happened earlier..”

You wince at the anger that darkens baby blue eyes. He laughs and the sound is bitter. His jaw clenches.

“She’s not worth it, y’know.” you don't mean to say it, you meant to keep it in your head but it slips out before you can stop it. He's still angry but he's doing his best not to show it and scare you. He's noticed how squirmy you get in a confrontation.

He decides to focus his attention to your situation instead. This is how you end up plopped down carefully into the seat of his Jeep.

“You were trying to get away, right?” he asks, gazing up at you as he lingers between your legs.

“Well yeah, but like… you don't have to do this…” you aren't exactly putting a lot of force into protesting.

Maybe it's jealousy. Maybe it's the daddy issues acting up again, resentment at the fact that your brother thinking with his dick could wind up putting you in the middle of not only danger but also some shitty feud you never even asked to be part of.

What's good for the goose… you think to yourself as Topper shuts the door to his Jeep and hurries around to get in on the driver side.

“You can come with me.” he mumbles, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as he drives towards the safety of his house.

If she wants him…. Topper thinks, what's stopping me from getting what I want…for a few hours anyway.

And he feels like shit for it, but at this point, he's willing to take what he can. Besides, he reminds himself, its not like she actually wants me back. Best case scenario is me, doing a good deed.

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The Jeep comes to a stop outside of big metal gates and as the massive estate looms just behind them, those butterflies in your stomach kick into high gear. Topper keys in the entry code and the gate swings open.

As he parks, blue eyes sweep the massive flagstone driveway for any sign of his mom's car.

She's not home, of course, she's out of town for a week -or was it two?, he wonders, pulling his jeep into the safety of a massive 3 car garage.

As he kills the engine, both of you sit in silence. It's heavy. Filled with things neither of you are brave enough to say just yet. On your end, your stomach is all fluttery and you're wondering just how smart your decision to just go along with his idea to bring you home truly is.

You can barely withstand being alone with him for five minutes without bursting at the seams, dying to tell him exactly how you've always felt.

This could be hours..even overnight, the storm doesn't seem as if it's going to let up anytime soon.

At least his house is huge. - you think as he clears his throat.

“We should probably get inside.” he nods to your soaked clothing and the way you’re shivering like crazy, “you're gonna get sick if you don't get warm and dry soon.”

“Y-yeah.” you manage to stammer, nodding your agreement. “I won't be in your way?” you question. Topper shakes his head. “It's better than being here alone.”

And it is, but… Deep down, he already knows.. this is going to be torture for him.

#topper thornton #topper thornton x female!reader #topper thornton x Routledge!female reader #topper thornton x you #topper thornton fanfiction #topper thornton fanfic #topper thornton fic #.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. as written by jinxy #.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.i needed this like i needed air. this is me being self indulgent af. if you're not okay with reader being a routledge..oops

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demon-plaything · 2 years ago

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Hello! I recently got into Demon Slayer so this is my blog for that. My name is Sin, I go by it/its and am 21 years old. My top two are Muzan and Gyotaro so requests involving them will probably get out faster than any others. Onto tagging system and rules, shall we?

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years ago

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A Gentlemen's Bond [Female.Reader x Loki/Bucky/Steve]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Set a time after A Gentlemen's Agreement, you and Loki decide to open up your bedroom. And who better to join you? Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Foursome. Smut. FMMM. Includes buttsmut. Cumplay. Consent is sexy. Dirty talk. (w/c 3.7k)

“Make no mistake gentlemen, she is mine,” Loki uttered. The words tripped menacingly from his tongue. He placed a languishing kiss on the curve of your neck to make his point, a soft whimper from your lips making him smirk against the crescent. The men in front of you groaned in unison.

You knelt in front of him on the bed. His bed. The only place your fantasies shall be fulfilled. He had been emphatic about that. “You are but guests here,” he murmured in the loaded, sensual voice usually reserved for when you were alone. The god knelt behind you, upright on his knees. The rippled carving of his firm stomach pressed against your shoulder-blades as he massaged your breasts. Calloused thumb-tips tugged achingly slowly at hard nipples. You whimpered as his hands slid down your waist, steadying one against your hip while the other made lazy circles on your clit. “Rentals, if you will,” he sniffed. At the barb, Rogers and Barnes stiffened. Their tops had been stripped, but the buckles of their belts remained politely fastened. Bucky shuffled, popping his hip with his thumbs tucked inside the waist of his jeans. You saw the flash of deeply muscled lines grooves come into view. Saliva welled in your mouth. Loki chuckled. “I meant no offence,” he purred, dipping his chin to nuzzle your collarbone. “But gentlemen, if our latest bond and its stipulations are to be upheld, then we must be crystal clear on who makes the rules.” Your eyes rose from the bulge of Loki’s flexing forearm as he stroked possessively between your legs, only his thumb visible grazing your mound. They slid from Bucky to Steve, the unmistakeable hunger in their stares making you dizzy. Heavy breaths made their chests rise and fall, broad shoulders shifting as each tried to make themselves bigger. More enticing. Like beasts, you thought with a smile. Ready to mate. “Me,” you said suddenly, biting your lip. Loki growled under his breath in approval. “I make the rules,” you finished.

“Yes, my darling” Loki said, letting his dark gaze wander upwards on the two super-soldiers straining against their trousers, waiting to be unleashed. “You do.” His fingertips cupped against your clit, pushing up. You hissed with pleasure as Steve groaned a long, shaking sigh. “Run through the rules again, I jus’ wanna...jus’ wanna be sure,” he grunted, fingers now drawn irrevocably to the polished sheen of his buckle.

“It is quite simple,” Loki breathed, the warmth of his skin fading as he drew up behind you. His knees sank into the mattress on either side of your hips. Your lover’s fingers massaged your neck, your eyelids fluttering closed on the sight of the soldiers looking sheepish as they fumbled with their heavy buckles. Loki’s voice was hard. Commanding. Fucking hot.

“She and I are bound. She is mine, as I am hers. She is under my protection. This is an invitation. An interlude, do not think it more,” he announced regally, squeezing your shoulders. He might be naked, but from the unwavering strength of his words he may as well have been in full Asgardian battle armour. The men in front of you nodded reverently. You could see the pulse points in their necks thumping. Beneath the tight material of their cotton slacks and dark jeans, snaking muscle stretched thick and tight against their hips. So hard. They were so fucking hard. Loki continued, as their stares smouldered. “If she tells you to stop, and you do not immediately desist?” he said, warning licking at the timbre of his voice like flame. “Before you can finish the next thrust, lick, or wander of an unwelcome hand, you will feel the edge of my dagger slice across your throat. Understood?”

You watched the men cast a glance towards one another, before they gave a nod of solidarity. “Still fair,” Bucky husked, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them to the corner in a crumpled heap. Steve was already folding his, turning to place them neatly on the wing-back chair by the door. “Whatever the lady wants, and nothing more, as agreed in the bond,” the blonde placated as he faced you and Loki with a lowering of his chin. You could feel the god bristle with power behind you. “We just really wanna fuck you babe,” Bucky growled with a smile, his chin tucked to his chest. “Respectfully,” Steve added, throwing his friend a scowl as the winter soldier’s jaw bobbed playfully side to side in mock scepticism. You smirked, feeling Loki lower to your ear. “You’re sure?” he murmured. The long tendrils of his hair wound through your fingers as you tilted your chin to face him. “Yes. But it’s always you. You know that, right?” The words filled the tiny space between your lips before Loki pressed his mouth to yours. His furiously hard cock was swollen snug against your spine. “Always,” he moaned quietly into your mouth. In slow tandem, you swung your gazes to meet the two sets of blue eyes already drunk with lust at the foot of the bed. “May we?” Steve said softly, gesturing to the empty side of mattress on your left with an arch of an eyebrow. You nodded, feeling the tingle of Loki’s breath on your cheek as his hands slid down your biceps. “Positions, gentlemen” he purred formally, “as discussed.” You had left the arrangements of the details of this debauched affair to your lover, a role that he was more than happy to fill. Once again, the idea of the three of them sharing conspiratorial conversations in the locker rooms filled your mind. It was foreplay. You squirmed on the bed, thighs splayed open as the gusset of your panties dragged wet. Or did they book a meeting room, you thought with a thrill.

The mattress sagged on either side, Steve and Bucky descending. Their stares crawled covetously over your curves as Loki loomed above like an archangel; sculpted from marble by Michelangelo himself. The brunette soldier leant forward, his metal palm spread against the sheets as his parted lips met yours. You sighed into his touch, running your fingers over his temple and combing back the long strands while his tongue danced in your mouth. He didn't taste like whisky this time, you noticed. The digits ran down his neck, feeling every tense of the ferocious muscle hiding beneath his skin. Loki’s cupped fingers massaged your clit, waves of pleasure building while his low, ragged breaths ghosted your ear.

Your fingers grazed down Bucky’s back, feeling raised trails and valleys of scar tissue. Bucky shivered, breaking from your lips. A strand of saliva hung between you before you turned, immediately meeting the mouth of the blonde soldier waiting impatiently to your right. The taste of his teammate was still strong on your tongue as you kissed him in a rising waft of ginger from his skin, melting together with your back still pressed to Loki’s chest.

Suddenly Loki pulled you back, letting Barnes slip your calves from beneath you. The brunette pushed your knees apart, thighs falling open. “Fuck, girl” he rasped, running a hand through messy, curtained hair with a sigh, “that’s fuckin’ pretty.” Your head lay against Loki’s lap, his violently hard cock pressed against your ear. You could feel the blood thumping through his veins, every pump throbbing against the angle of your jaw. The god lowered a lingering kiss to your lips, his tongue melting inside your mouth while Bucky’s began to run flat licks against your little cunt. Your pretty cunt. The moans from his throat were different from those you were accustomed to from Loki. Half-formed words lingered on heavy breaths that retained the thick accent slopping against his worship. You moaned like a whore as another set of lips fastened to a nipple, soft fingers toying and pinching the other. Your eyelids fluttered open, the sight of a muss of blonde hair latched to your chest while a chestnut crown rose between your splayed legs. It felt strange. Naughty. And it felt fucking good. Bucky’s thumbs dug into your hips, a shock of metal making you buck into him as cool steel became warmth. Loki’s voice bubbled in the air like liquid silver, the sound making it all feel like a lucid dream. “That’s my girl. Let them service you, pleasure you,” it said slowly. Your fingers wound in the short strands of Steve’s hair, the other grasping a tuft of Bucky’s, urging him deeper. They moaned in unison against your heated skin. The sound was transcendent. “Let them worship you, as I do,” Loki hummed as he watched in rapture, cock twitching against your cheek. “Just for tonight.” The cacophony of sighs dashed against your body like waves on rocks, wearing away any insecurities you ever had with each muted groan of pleasure. The coil winding inside you began to tremble and tighten. Your eyes refocused to Loki’s jaw set above your widening stare. His lips were parted, his whole body smouldering with arousal. Eyes fixed on you, writhing beneath him under the soldiers’ charms. “L-Loki, I’m gonna co-” you panted, seeking his approval in a moment of doubt. His knuckles trailed over the lines of your jaw, over the tight skin as the veins in your neck strained. Your head pressed heavy against his thighs, his fingers steadying beneath your chin as he held you in place. And still, his darkened eyes were fixed on you. “Come for them, sweet. Let them hear how beautiful you sound as you tumble over the edge,” he cooed in sultry tones, loud enough for the men to hear. Bucky suckled your clit with a wet growl, alternating wide licks that started deep in your core to the tip. The captain’s fingers tightened around your nipple, his tongue a soothing balm against the pulling sucks on the other. And with a shudder, you came. Your thighs tightened against Barnes’ head, a hand clawing down Steve’s muscled back as you shook the room with your cries of each of their names. A gush of arousal flooded the winter soldier’s outstretched tongue.

“Lie down, our good girl.” The command made chills run over your skin like the breeze from a fan. You felt Loki shift behind you, his huge frame filling your blurred vision as Steve and Bucky parted like the sea. He was so fucking beautiful, and he was all yours. Completely un-phased. The winter soldier pulled your ankles, sliding your ass to rest on the bed’s edge. Loki gracefully slotted himself crouched between your wet thighs, as you mewled his name. He chuckled, dragging his achingly turgid cock tight in his fist against your slit. “Are you happy?” he murmured solemnly. You nodded with a sex-drunk smile. “Then, gentleman,” Loki purred, casting a knowing glance to each side in turn, “positions.” The head of the god’s cock pressed inside your channel, dipping in and out as you arched up into him. Begging for more. Loki tutted playfully. He was crouching between your spread legs, hovering. “Patience, darling. We must wait for our guest.” On cue, you felt something cool and thick slather between your cheeks. Your hips bucked upwards, caught by Loki’s waiting palms. Relax, his eyes said. And so you did. A solitary ragged moan of anticipation dragged the air behind Loki’s triangular chest. Bucky. You looked up, Steve’s hardened features coming into view. The angles of his cheekbones had sharpened, pupils blown wide. He lowered, kissing you upside down as Barnes fingers played with your ass. Suddenly you felt something wide and hot nudge against your back entrance, testing you. Teasing you. “Yes,” you groaned in between Steve’s ravenous kisses, “fuck-k, yes Buck.” With a guttural moan, he edged inside; stilling as your fingers wrapped around Loki’s forearms. “More,” you gasped, pulling. Bucky obliged. Inch by inch, he filled you until his hips hit the curve of your cheeks with a gentle slap.

For a few moments, there was silence.

Each of the men held their breath, three sets of smouldering eyes drinking in the sight of the woman strewn in ecstasy beneath them. Their woman. If just for one night. “Loki, please,” you whined, thrusting up to catch his cock. All you wanted was to be filled and fucked and filled and fucked again. Loki chuckled, watching as your eyes lowered between your legs at the sight of him sinking slowly inside. The vein that had pulsed against your cheek was hard and thick along his shaft as it disappeared. Inch by goddam inch. The noise that strangled from your throat was inhuman. How appropriate, you mused; before your whole body was set alight with pleasure. Loki rocked in and out your slit, the gentle motion of his ass clenching and unclenching making your eyes roll back. How, you wondered in amazement, as Steve’s tongue massaged your own, his unfettered moans filling your throat; how is this actually happening?

The captain had taken over control of your breasts, his dexterous fingers flipping and pinching your nipples. Each wave was timed, the slow gyration of Loki and Barnes making your legs tremble. Loki slipped his forearms under your knees, hoisting you higher, his cock delving deeper. Bucky gasped gruffly, his girth sinking deeper in your ass. “H-holy shit, man” he stuttered, metal fingers steadying on Loki’s shoulder, “Shit, b-baby...you feel so fuckin’ good I swear to god.” That accent was syrup, dripping from his parted lips as he fucked you slowly. Carefully. As if you might break. And hell, maybe you would. Another climax blossomed like fire on a struck match, taking you surprise as you clenched around the furious lust filling you.

You couldn’t recall whose name you cried. Tonight, it didn’t matter. The men groaned like farmyard beasts, Bucky’s hips beginning to shudder and jolt against soft curves of flesh. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, the slap of his balls against your skin growing louder. Loki slowed the gyration of his hips, the tip of his manhood massaging your g-spot as Barnes roared behind him.

The soldier’s other hand flew to Loki’s shoulder, both squeezing in painful passion. The dark god's head fell back with a hiss as he filled you to the hilt, hair strewn in messy tendrils across his damp forehead while Bucky came behind him with a shuddering litter of curses. Every buck of your hips made sure he sank deeper, rolling with each dying syllable. Loki tilted forward as the brunette’s heavy breaths filled the air. His forehead pressed between your ringmaster's shoulder-blades, hands sliding reluctantly from the thick ropes of muscle on which they rested. “Fuck,” was all James Barnes could muster, as his cock slid gently from your ass. Loki didn’t slow his gyration as there was a changing of the guard behind your head.

Your prince's moans slipped through gritted teeth, half lidded eyes observing every searching twitch of your hands. Every crease in your forehead. Every gasp of his name.

A light sting clapped your ass, immediately massaging deep in the cheeks. You cried out, back leaving the mattress. “Careful!” Loki spat, throwing a dangerous glance over his shoulder. Out the corner of your eye, you lovingly noted the flash of emerald seidr melt from his palm. “Sorry,” Steve murmured, rubbing the surely pinked skin in apology. You squirmed with pleasure, feeling the raw stubble from Bucky’s jaw scratch over your cheek as Loki moved in shallow, pulsing thrusts. The winter soldier pressed your breasts together, beginning to palm them in circles as Steve’s cock nudged against your back entrance, still slippery with cum. A finger ran around the pucker, collecting the neglected white ropes before sucking it clean. The sound he made was filth as he edged inside, a slurping squelch of seed squeezing around his girth making his knees buckle. His fingertips sank into your flesh, pulling you onto him again and again. Carefully. Slowly. “Steve...J-James...Loki,” you mewled, making the men chuckle in unison. You could feel orgasm bubbling in your centre, wound tight and bursting with adrenaline and cum and cock. Bucky lowered his mouth to yours, sweat from his cheeks moistening your own. “You sound real fuckin’ cute when you say our names babe,” Bucky growled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Y-yeah. Hell-yeah,” Steve gasped through staggered breaths; every pump of his hips into your ass making his eyes roll back. His face was flushed with desire, tongue darting against his bottom lip as he desperately fought to contain what you were sure were the worst curses he would ever utter. Every muscle in your body tightened as you came, the feral roars from Loki and Steve sheathed inside you making you shudder as Bucky held your shoulders fast to the bed. Stars blossomed beneath your eyelids, the erotic music of their adoration making your head spin. Steve came first, pulling your ass flush to his hips as he tumbled into ecstasy with a strangled cry of your name. He was shaking, sweaty palms not knowing where to steady himself before he slumped against Loki’s back. On cue, Loki raised your calves higher, his gentle thrusts turning with a glint in his eye. They narrowed, smouldering down at you with utter devotion as another clench of his ass sent him to the hilt. “My perfect little fox,” he grunted, voice thick with desire, dripping like wax. “End me.” Your fingers gripped the bedsheets as you felt Steve slip from your ass, hearing him stumble against the wall. Clenching around Loki’s cock, you bucked up into him with all the force you could muster. Wrung dry, spent, utterly fucked out – there was always more. For him, there was always more. Loki’s hands gripped your wrists, pushing your hands upwards against Bucky’s chest as his face buried in the sweaty crescent of your neck. He came hard, a violent juddering of his hips accompanying silence before his wet, thunderous exhale of pleasure. His breaths were heavy as he sat up, running a hand through his hair with a grin. As perfect as he ever was, but with a pink tinge in his cheeks. He stood, walking over the bed with a smile as he watched you writhe. Empty and missing them.

“Wait man, didn’t you blow?” Bucky said sceptically. He motioned to the thick cock still proudly bobbing between Loki’s thighs with no sign of abatement. The god chucked, throwing you a knowing smirk. You cleared your throat, still panting. “He’s different-” you mumbled, running your eyes hungrily down your full-time lover’s achingly hot body and back to his face. “Which is a good thing too, since this one is never sated,” Loki purred, as the men switched positions again. “Well goddam,” Bucky muttered, impressed. Your hand grasped out to thin air, searching for someone, anyone, to fill it. On cue, Bucky spread his thighs beside you, your fingers wrapping gratefully around his semi. Steve’s face scrunched, any jealousy washed away with a proceeding squeeze of his fist around his spent manhood. The final milk dripped against your ass. "Ya done big guy?" Bucky teased, a smile tugging his dimples as the captain's resolve settled back on his face. "Nossir," Steve growled, licking his lips as determined eyes roamed up your legs. In a flash, he began working wet kisses up your calves, your thighs, grunts filling the air once again. Bucky's manhood was growing tentatively in your loose fist, wanking him slowly as Loki's thighs settled on either side of your head.

“Jeez man, she tastes so good,” Steve moaned muffled against your slit. Bucky groaned in appreciation while your hand slipped up and down his length. The pace was erratic, squeezing hard and jolting with every circle of Rogers eager tongue around your clit.

“I think that might be me, your tasting,” Loki hummed, knuckles white as he stroked himself slowly above your head. You could see every straining vein on his shaft from below, the wet head tapping tantalisingly on your cheek, on your lips with every squeeze of his hand. Conducting the men like a choir. Just out of reach. “Both of you?" Steve slurred happily to himself, lost in the elixir of arousal between your legs. Fingers worked through Steve’s hair, looping back to clutch more as every messy kiss against your pussy sent you higher. Your back arched, tongue stretching upwards. You managed to lap the smooth, hot tip of Loki’s cock while he watched Rogers busy himself between your open thighs. His hand never ceased pleasuring himself, smouldering with primal need as mischievous glint you hadn’t seen before sparked in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Loki groaned, letting your lips wrap loosely around the leaking head. You sucked against his foreskin, pulling it gently between your lips. “Say his name, darling” Loki teased, voice like sea foam melting into sand, “tell the captain how good he’s making you feel. He’ll like that.” You moaned Steve’s name, filthy praise like a chant as your hips rocked against his mouth. The blonde’s fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your thighs, enthusiastic pants and the crease in his brow betraying his basest desires. Praise kink, you thought smugly; before stars burst again beneath your closed eyelids. Feeling the brush of Loki’s cock against your cheek beneath the flurry of his fist, you came with a rush of garbled curses. Sweetness flooded against the captain’s tongue as he trailed languishing licks, orgasm fading like breath on a mirror. Loki’s stomach muscles clenched, a roar filling the room as he came over your face. Hot splatter coated your lips, rolling in slow, thick trails of ambrosia over your chin, your jaw, down the curve of your neck. Bucky whined. The mattress dipped as Steve’s palms edged forwards, his body rising like goliath between your shaking legs. His mouth glistened with sex and sweat, eyes fierce and dark as hell. That stare traced every decadent rivulet of Loki’s mess before his gaze rose to its owner. “Do it,” Loki commanded slowly, smiling as he continued to stroke himself. A final drop squeezed out, landing with a filthy splat on your chin. Steve shivered, lowering his sweat damp face your shoulder. He licked upwards, growing braver as he followed the trail of Loki’s cum with dirty groans that shook through your chest. Eventually, Steve’s mouth covered yours, alternating between claiming your kiss and licking the remnants of god-seed from your cupids bow. His tongue tasted like Loki. The sensation made you clench around air. “Good boy,” Loki hummed, running his fingers through Steve’s hair as he buried himself in your neck. There was a pause, the scent of animalism thick in the air. “But now, gentlemen, it is time for you to depart.” Steve looked up with wide eyes. You heard Bucky grunt in annoyance. “You know the rules, gentlemen,” Loki continued. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I think the lady has taken what she needs, don’t you?” The words registered in a haze. You nodded, smiling happily as your head lay nestled between the god’s comforting thighs. “Thanks boys,” you mumbled, slurred while you waved a hand that fell immediately back to the bed. The mattress shifted as bodies rose. You heard the low clunk of metal and shifting of fabric dragging against body hair as deft, familiar fingertips danced up your thigh. A tender kiss was placed on the centre of your mound as the door clicked shut. Alone again. “Happy Anniversary,” Loki breathed, seductive and hot against the tremble. Your let out a spent sigh, lost in the gentle motion of his soft kisses and pretty words. Outside, you could hear the slap of palms on shoulders as the soldiers left in measured silence. “It’s always you, Loki,” you purred again, blissfully winding fingers through his damp curls as he kissed closer to your centre. With a tingle of his magic, you felt yourself cleansed, the sex and sweat of the others dissipated. You craned down with difficulty, seeing feigned confusion etched across his forehead. “Well, yes” he purred, widening your legs with a sultry wink. “Which is why we’ve saved the best for last.”

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piece of you [rebekah mikaelson]

rebekah mikaelson x fem reader

requested: Could I request a Rebekah Mikaelson smut? x female.reader if that's fine? Like reader gets jealous of her and Marcel if that's fine

NSFW!!

*not my gif*

It was the annual party in the French Quarter. Knowing the Mikaelson’s and Marcel for as long as you have, this was pretty tame for the usual extravaganza they usually pulled.

But still nevertheless packed and trashy.

You were waiting in the hall of your bedrooms waiting for your girlfriend Rebekah to come out. She wanted to be fashionably late, as always.

You whistle softly when you see her step out of her bedroom revealing herself to you. She was wearing a deep red, almost maroon, lacy dress with a slit on both legs. It had low v-cut for the neckline and red heels to match.

The matching daylight ring she got the two of you for your anniversary was on her finger. Her beautiful blonde locks were in their usual curls. But she was still beautiful.

“Gorgeous as always Ms. Mikaelson.” you say, extending your arm out for her to take.

She smiles at you softly, a sultry feel to it, “Thank you Ms. Y/L/N. I definitely return that compliment to you.”

Throughout the night you watched as your girlfriend flirted shamelessly with Marcel. You always knew about their history, you were there to experience some of it. She chose you at the end of the day.

But you could not stand watching her laugh at his boring jokes, “Little trouble in paradise?” you hear Klaus’s voice come up next to you.

You give him a side glance as he stares at you with a shit-eating grin, “Nothing that I can’t handle.”

His face contorts into disgust quickly, “Y/N, I do not need to hear what you’re going to do to my sister.”

“Mmm, get your mind out of the gutter Niklaus. You shouldn’t even be thinking about that in the first place,” you say, placing your glass onto the table next to you, “Now if you excuse me.”

You wink at him before making your way to your girlfriend. When she sees you, you know recognized the look in her eyes. She stood straight up, eyeing you coyly.

“Marcel, lovely party as always. If you don’t mind I’d like to steal my girlfriend from off your hands.” you say in a bitchy tone.

He put on his own smile that you know he learned from Klaus, “Oh be my guest. Have fun. I’ll make sure to blast the music even louder.” he teases and you roll your eyes.

You place your hand on Rebekah’s lower back as the two of you walked back to the house. She had closed the bedroom door behind the two of you and you walked back over to her, slamming her into the wall.

Both of you stare at each other, knowing what’s about to come next.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight, Rebekah.” you whisper in her ear and you could feel her shutter at your hot breath.

She instantly responded by crashing her lips against yours. You waste no time in getting your hands on her, roughly rubbing your hands over her exposed skin. Rebekah, on the other hand, was playing innocent.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, battering her eyelashes at you.

That’s when you knew. She had this set up the entire time. To get under your skin and make you feel uneasy.

“I’m sorry if I get protective. I need Marcel to get the message.” you say in between gritted teeth, lust looming in your eyes.

“What message sweetie?” she shoots back, looking at your lips and back to your eyes.

She bites her lip still looking at you with the innocent smile on her face, “You know I’m yours and you are mine.”

You teasingly kiss her lips after each word until she couldn’t take it any longer. She used her vamp-speed to get you trapped between her and the door. Right where she once was.

But you did not hesitate to flip it back to the original position. Clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth, “Tsk Tsk. You’re not in charge tonight, love. So you’re gonna listen to what I have to say. Do we understand?”

A light moan left her mouth, her imagination running wild, “Yes.”

“Your dress, off.”

She quickly shimmied out of the dress and let it sink to a puddle on the floor in front of you. You carried her with ease as she wrapped her legs around you waist. Laying her down on the bed, being as gentle as possible.

You begin to kiss your way down her body. Nipping at her neck softly, little red marks appearing on her pale neck. Grabbing the hem of your dress, you quickly pull it over your head.

Immediately going back to leaving little marks all over her body. As you were getting closer and closer to where she needed you most, you took your time. Leaving soft kisses on her left thigh.

When you switch over to the right thigh, you blow a cool breeze onto her beautiful centre. Which ended up in her bucking her hips towards you in need of your touch.

“Patience is a virtue Ms. Mikaelson.”

“Y/N, please.” she pleaded when you went back to kissing her thigh, nipping ever so slightly.

You grab her underwear in between your teeth, slowly pulling it off of her legs by your teeth. Never breaking eye contact as you pull it. She let out a small groan at the sight.

And you quickly placed your head back to her dripping wet core. Your tongue lapping around her clit, sucking at it harshly. A gasp erupts from out of her mouth as her hand quickly moves to your hair.

She pushes you deeper into her core. You decided to have a little more fun, smirking to yourself softly. Taking your fingers, you lightly slip one in, but quickly remove it.

“I swear to God, if you don’t fucking touch me, I’ll do it myself!” she threatens, getting impatient with your teasing.

You cut her off immediately, throwing two fingers inside of her, going as deep as you can. A loud moan filled the bedroom as her back arched ever so slightly.

“Are you okay?” you ask, softly.

She smiles at your words, the regular phrase you use every time you guys are intimate together, “Yeah I’m okay. It feels really good.” she says, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Okay good.”

She wrapped one hand in your hair, pulling you as close to her as possible. The two of you kissing each other deeply, tongues roaming around, fighting for dominance.

Your other hand moved all the way back down to her core, shoving two fingers back in. You wiggle your fingers around deep inside of her.

“You’re hitting my spot...” Rebekah moans out, breathless, “Shit Y/N! That feels so fucking good!”

You continued to move your fingers inside of you. Each thrust was met with a beautiful moan escaping her lips.

After a little bit, she reached her high and you collapsed down next to her. Rebekah turned on her side to face you, breathless and her pale face was flushed.

“I’m yours, you know that right?” she says, cupping your cheek.

Instantly leaning into her touch, “I know. I’m so into you, it hurts.”

“Well we have been dating for almost six years, I hope you’re very into me.” she jokes and you laugh softly.

“Always and forever, my love.”

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