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14thgalerie · 7 months

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"In a chilling twist of events, you find your walls marred with splatters of crimson red, and at the epicenter stands your fiancé, a haunting nonchalance in his gaze."

• pairing: tom riddle x reader

• now playing: nfwmb by hozier

• word count: 4.2k

• genre: angst

“What have you done?” You ask, voice breaking in trepidation.

A heavy sense of unease permeated the air, leaving no doubt that what may come out of his mouth will only confirm your worst fears, yet, you still ask. Grappling at the little hope, that fading light, that maybe you might be wrong.

There was no response. The only audible noise was the eerie ruffling of the trees outside, swaying terrifyingly from the storm, paired with the endless ticking of the grandfather clock at the end of your entrance hall.

Hands turning cold and clammy, itching to scratch at the blockage in your throat. To plead with him to answer you truthfully, for once in the entire 10 years you’ve known each other.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” He finally speaks.

Maybe it was a false light. One that he deliberately put himself in order for you to believe that he was still worthy of your time, of your saviour acts.

“Did I ruin your act, huh?” You entertain this show of his, one last time. Letting him believe that he still holds the reins. But his piercing dark eyes that are brazenly fixed on you with such a deep intensity urge you to cower back against the door.

“No, I was just surprised, is all.” He puts on that god-awful mask— making you wonder how painfully stupid you were before to not realise you were being played as a fool. The one that he quickly plasters on as he walked the hallways of Hogwarts back then. A gentle smile that mirrors the one in his eyes, inviting and comfortable. “Let’s go outside, shall we?”

He reached out his pale hands, fingers decorated by silver rings, one of which was a gift from you years ago. His hands that always housed themselves above your thigh, tracing mindlessly despite the evident warmth that followed it.

The normalcy that laced his visage made you want to throw up the bile that had been bubbling in the pit of your stomach since your nose registered the metallic smell that permeated the living room air. It makes you sick that he is capable of such atrocities.

“No.”

You let a moment of silence occur, watching the mask crack, his perfect smile flinching. You have got to give it to him. He was able to send waves of fear through you, willing you to succumb to his every whim. Even now, as the blood paints the once cream-coloured walls. The walls that you spent hours meticulously covering.

“Let’s talk here, instead.”

He nods slowly, for the first time, you see how the state of being unsure of your next actions leaves him unsettled and tense. Eyebrows creasing ever so slightly, the bulwark he built around himself getting thicker.

“Did you honestly think you could get away with this?” You ask, puzzled at his gall. “To pretend that you can barely even see the original colour of our walls now because of-“

Your breath hitches at the thought, unable to speak the words out loud. To do so is to acknowledge that someone has brutally died in the very place that you planned to raise your child in. Somewhere that should have been a safe haven for you.

“Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix, Darling.”

“Are you dense? I don’t care for the walls!” You shout, unable to keep your wits on you anymore.

“Then why are you complaining about it then?”

“I’m talking about how you just killed, no, murdered somebody in our house. Our home. the one place that I should feel safe in.”

“And you are…anywhere you are as long as you’re with me.”

Raising your hands to your pursed lips, dragging it down in exasperation. It truly baffles you how unstirred he is in this situation. You knew he had a qualm for unusual habits, but never did you think that this would be one of those.

“How am I supposed to feel safe when you are the reason for this? The reason why someone would be left wondering where their loved one has gone missing?” The irritation poisoned your speech, but the alarm wasn’t veiled by it. “He could’ve been a father, a sibling, or whatever!”

“Do you really think I didn’t take the time to snuff out every possible hindrance to this? What do you think of me?” He says, almost offendedly. Although you weren’t even sure why. As if that made it any better.

“I don’t know. My fiancé, who works diligently as an auror for the Ministry and wouldn’t do such a terrible thing?” You sarcastically reply.

“Well you got the first part right but don’t act like this wasn’t all because of you.” He points at you with that long, slender finger. It reminded you of your father’s back when he used to reprimand your mother for whatever mistake she had supposedly made.

You glare at him through your eyelashes. “Don’t twist this around, Tom.” A snarl escaped you and you could feel a twinge of anger coursing through you at his words. In your confused and irritated mind, you don’t notice how he flinches at the sound of his name. He forces himself to believe that it was just a slip of the tongue.

“I’m not. I am honestly delighted that I did such a great job, dismembering his face enough that you can’t even recognise this man.” He says as he steps over the body that lies unconscious with its limbs twisted in unnatural ways. Blood covered the canvas of his face, his eyes welled up into dark circles, and from your view, seemed to have been missing a few front teeth. “I want to say I’m sorry that I had to take away the pretty face that you were so enamoured with, but that would be a lie because I hadn’t enjoyed my time like I did while doing so.”

You finally dare to look directly at the body, at the unfortunate person who runs out of luck, and a tiny light bulb in the back of your mind sparks. Yet, you still couldn’t quite put a finger on it. By a few breaths, you calm yourself enough to continue observing the broken figure.

From the corner of your eyes, a warm golden ring hits your vision. The shape was distinct enough that your brain made quick work to make the connection.

It was like a pin dropped in the still silence.

The realisation of who it was sent you spiralling even further into the hollow space in your mind. Cowering in the darkest corner of the space.

He is leaning against the marble counter in your kitchen, where you are still within clear eyesight for him. His body was lined with tension, like a spring coiled to a point of painful traction and you were just waiting for it to snap back.

“Tom…” There it is again.

“Yes, hun?” He takes a tasteful sip of the amber liquid. Savouring the taste of every last drop. The sight honestly distracts you for a second before you forcefully pull yourself back. Horrified at the thought of being aroused when a body lies cold on your carpet.

“Is this-”

“The man from the bar?” He hums, “Yes. Yes, that is him.”

A wicked grin paints his face, cruel malevolence dancing in his eyes. The glint in his eyes flickered with genuine delight as if he was presented with a chance to show off his new toy.

“It was an easy catch, I will tell you that. I was expecting him to put up a bit of a fight seeing as he was all macho with you.” He divulges. Leisurely walking back to the living room, stopping at the person’s head, giving it a nudge with his speck clean leather shoes.

“Why did you do it?” You cut him off. Your mind was reeling at his words as an endless pit formed in your stomach. Talking about it as if it was something mundane.

But he ignores you and continues as if your words were only a gust of wind. While he expectedly should not be a fan of your blatant disregard for him, he doesn’t say a thing about it.

“I followed him the day after, tracking him for a while, noting if there was something else that would hit him harder but seeing him regularly forget he has a family by flirting with young women day and night…it was only right that I rid the world of vermin.”

“You mean to tell me that you had tortured this man to his death all because of his proclivity for cheating on his wife?”

He looks to you, and for the first time that night, a semblance of something else appears on his face. A cocktail of disdain and hatred. “Is that something not worthy of punishment? To swear your vows to a person you declared to be your love and then blatantly lie to their faces about your nightly habits. To forget that your children are waiting for you to pick them up from kindergarten so he could get his cock wet.”

Tom kept his eyes on you, his face breaking into pieces of anger and confusion. “Tell me. Is he not worthy of such when he deliberately chooses women who are half his age? All the while knowing his age gives him power over them?”

You shook your head, tears welling and blurring your vision. You blinked to keep them away as you didn’t want to appear weak in front of him. The way your emotions have dipped and hiked in the past hour has already been too much, leaving you utterly confused about what is even happening anymore.

“I don’t know anymore, Tom. I have no idea what to think, what to focus on and scorn you in particular. Your blatant disregard for our home, using it as your fucking slaughterhouse, now that we mention it, should be something to talk about. You just killed a person, no, you tortured somebody with pure malice.”

“He should’ve been hung, strangled, and quartered!” He pauses, realising his voice has turned a lot louder than he intended. “I’m sorry. But it’s true, Y/N, even if he has done nothing to you, he deserves all of those things and no less.”

His thumbs soothed over your knuckles that have turned pale from their tight clench, easing your hands until your palms are open to him. The twinge of pain from the pink crescent moons on the surface alleviated with his gentle touch.

He leans down, lips tenderly kissing the hand secured in his grasp, before twisting his head to press with the same gentleness on your other hand.

“I am well aware that you abhor these kinds of actions. It’s why I worked hard to keep it from you, I never wanted for you to think of me as some person who reverted to violence for no reason.” He kneels down next to your seated figure to level your eyes. “You are somebody special to me, and not a single word that I know of would be enough to perfectly explain that to you. Nothing in this world, in this reality, could take you away from me unless you wish it yourself. But please, I beg you to understand that I did this out of pure concern and love only.”

Tom raises one of his hands, letting it sit gingerly on your knees that, without your control, has succumbed to your habit of bouncing it in moments of tension. Pressing it with just the right balance of force and gentleness to calm you.

He swallows hard, his chestnut brown eyes flickering back and forth between your own. The previous edge in them is long gone as he looks up at you, instead, a hint of desperation takes its place.

“You love me, don’t you? I know you do and I never for a second have doubted that. I feel the same, and possibly even more than you do and it scares me. I was never made to know love nor ever experience it so when I met you, I swore that there would be nothing in existence that can forcefully keep you away from me.” He says in one breath until his body finally forces him to take one, then he continues. “When I told you how my mind and soul is yours only, I meant it. You are the sole person who can tell me that we are done but please. I will beg on my knees until they are bleeding so that you understand that.”

You finally look at him, actually, look at him. Not one of fleeting glance only. Stomach twisting.

“No law or morality will stop me.”

This is what worried you.

You were sure to tell him off. Take him up on his offer to be away from him without a hint of resistance. At least, more than halfway sure already, but those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You were worried that if you looked at them, every nerve in you that was ready to run would relax. That you would be catapulted into your foolishness, and all the right senses would be nothing.

To see that there isn’t an inkling of malicious ambition in those eyes, but instead, there was only unabashed determination and genuineness behind his words. An openness only reserved for you.

Your heart immediately starts hammering against your rib cage, and you try to resist the urge to give in to him. Forcefully diverting your mind to the monstrosity he committed in your home.

Tom sees this. He always did. He knows you better than you ever will.

“I won’t promise that this would be the last time because that would be a lie and I promised to you that that is something I will never do to you. But I can promise you that you won’t ever have to see this ever again, also because I don’t want you to.”

When he sees that you have finally cooled down, he slowly moves to sit next to you. Making sure that there is still enough space between the two of you so that you don’t feel uncomfortable.

“Tom…” You call out in a meek voice. He hums, patiently waiting for you to continue.

“I get the reason why, as much as it still baffles me, but you didn’t have to go through this much.” Exhaling shakily. “You didn’t have to beat him until he saw the pyres of hell. Report him to the proper authorities for his crimes! That should’ve been the first thing that popped into your head, for Merlin’s sake!”

Your torso swivels to face him, eyes wide as you let everything out. Emotions pouring out of you in the form of tears, staining your cheeks wet again. Tom wanted nothing more than to wipe them away and pull you to his chest, but he knew that you were like this because of him and he didn’t want to push further away from him.

“Why did you have to drag him into our home? Tainting our home with this kind of violence, hell Tom! This is supposed to be where our child would be raised, where they would be spending their lives and now I don’t even know if they should be.” You shouted, waving your arms around wildly.

“They can, darling. This is the safest place they would be in, I would make sure of that. If there is anything that I will prioritise more than anything is your safety and our future kid.” He assures you.

“I don’t want them to witness these kinds of violence.”

“And they never will, just as you never will also. Tonight was an unfortunate mistake for me, one that I will never make again. And I am sorry that you had to, please forgive me.”

“I don’t know.” A murmur, one that could have been passed for a breath. But his sharp ears strained to pick it up.

He was angry. Enraged at himself. This wasn’t how he planned tonight to go, it was supposed to be an easy work and toss. He hadn’t expected you to be a part of the equation, planning the events of the night around yours to ensure that you wouldn’t have a clue of what transpired in your home.

In all fairness, it was a dangerous game that he played. Taking that piece of disgusting waste to your home was a step that he had to take so that he wouldn’t be disturbed by nosy strangers. Taking the off chance that you wouldn’t be home by then.

He was angry at himself that he had broken the unsaid promise to keep this side of him away from you. A small part of him was terrified that you would turn your back on him just as the people before you did. Taking the life that he could have only dreamt of back then with you. The thought curses away the ridiculous calm facade that he has kept when around you.

“No.” Vehemently shaking his head back and forth, dropping your hands on the softcover of your couch as he jumps up to pace in front of you. Trying to calm himself at the prospect of his worst fear turning into a reality. “I’m sorry, okay. I really am. We could move far away, build the house of our dreams and forget that this happened. But I need you to forgive me, Y/N. Please.”

To your utter surprise, he harshly drops onto his knees. Taking your hands back in his trembling hands.

“Tom.” You begin before you are cut off, “You need to stop calling me that.”

“What do you mean? That’s your name.” You confusedly ask.

“Call me darling again, call me anything but that. It’s almost as if you gave up already and that can’t happen, please. I need to know that I'm not alone in this. Please, I’m so sorry.” He says, a slight tremor in his voice.

Your heart breaks at the sight in front of you. The once strong and unwavering countenance he puts on every day was nowhere in sight. Instead, there was a man who was unknown to you, placing his vulnerable self all out for you to see. In a sense that you’ve never before seen, he was gentle to you, yes, but never like this.

Tears lined his waterline until it couldn’t be controlled anymore and they were slipping down his cheeks like a torrential downpour. He was inconsolable.

No time would be enough for you to understand the emotions twirling behind those dark eyes. Overwhelming you to the point of giving in. There was anger, pain, sorrow, and all of it. And you knew he was trying his best to control it, evident by the way his hands were tensing, not wanting to fist them.

“I’m so sorry, ok, and I know that saying it repeatedly for the rest of our days together wouldn’t be enough, but I need you to know that I am. Words are the only thing I can give you right now, however, if you let me…I would prove it to you every day in any way possible to man.”

“I’m pregnant.”

A pause in the beat of sound.

His ears were ringing.

He had no idea if time had paused and his mind was left wondering in the abyss of time if he was hearing things that weren’t true.

“I’m about three weeks pregnant already.”

It was only when your tiny voice permeated through the silent room that he realised he wasn’t being delusional. His ears had not fooled him.

“You…you are?” He asks, with hesitation lining every syllable.

“I am. I found out today which is why I came home.”

If he was confused by the torrent of emotions and thoughts that waved over him earlier, now it was like he couldn’t comprehend a single exhale anymore. It was only at your touch and call that he let his lungs feel a wave of oxygen.

“I already had my suspicions earlier this week, but I wanted to be sure before I told you, hence why I made a plan with a friend to go to the doctor today. I kept it a secret so I wouldn’t get your hopes up, I know we have been talking about it for a while now so I didn’t want it to be a false alarm.” You explain.

“So here I was, so excited when the doctor told me that I was indeed pregnant with our child that I forgot to tell you I was coming home. I assumed that you were making dinner and I wanted to make it a surprise, so I got ourselves a cake to celebrate.”

A single chuckle leaves you. “Well, obviously that didn’t go well.” You said as you looked at the box of ruined dessert by the door from when you dropped it.

Although his mind was still haywire from what you had announced, he still made an effort to let you know he was listening intently. Giving you a gentle squeeze in the hand.

“I want them to have a normal life, one that is far from the atrocities of the world and I know that is a child’s prayer, a romantic dream, but I will try my very best to achieve that. That includes taking them far away from this home, from their father, if need be.”

He looked at you as he moved to sit back next to you, keeping hold of your hand still, an unfamiliar look in his expression.

“Y/N…darling, forget what I said earlier. I would never put a hand on another person again if it meant there wouldn’t even be someone for me to do it for. I will control myself, take the sessions you told me about.” He declares, with a finality in his voice that shows his determination to prove he was being true.

It was a lie, and you knew that. A little, white lie. You’ve been with Tom since 5th year, and now you are at the age of 24, if anybody knew his body language better than anyone, it would be you.

He would only be more cautious now, making sure that every grainy detail is there in its proper places. Ensure that he would never make the mistake of making you see what he is capable of.

You look at the dormant body that has long passed in the middle of your living room. Mind reeling back to what he mentioned earlier. Now that you have calmed down, you realise that your outburst was more because of shock and less of that piece of trash. He did indeed make you uncomfortable, and if Tom hadn’t been there, you had no idea of your fate then. Added on by the fact that this was apparently a pattern he does to other women.

In all honesty, you didn’t really know what to feel at the moment after all that had happened in the span of an hour. You suppose you should be livid, upset, hell, even guilty that you’re somewhat relieved that someone had enacted an act of revenge on a disgraceful human being.

Tonight was a whirlwind of emotions, to say the least, and you couldn’t trust yourself to make a just and coherent decision.

“If-“ His breath hitches, the thought that flashed behind his eyes making him gasp for air. “If I lose control again, I will never force you to stay with me.”

“Tom, I am not asking you to do all of that. Though, it would be great for yourself and for your mental well-being because you need to find more healthy ways to deal with your problems.” You sigh. “I just ask you to please never let our child see whatever violence you inflict on others, I don’t want him to grow up thinking that this is the answer to everything. They should grow up with the proper mindset that you didn’t that I know you want also.”

“I know but I’ll still try to better myself, for myself. I can’t promise it would be fast, nor can I even promise it would work, but I’ll try.”

“I’ll go stay at an inn tonight while you deal with this-“ Waving your hand around unfashionably. “mess. I’ll call you in the morning and please?”

“What is it?” He asks.

“Take another day off because we need to look at a new house immediately, I cannot stand to breathe in another particle from this place anymore.”

“Whatever the wife wants.” He smiles and pushes a whisper of a kiss against your soft lips. “Still a few more months, Mr. Riddle. I’m tired so I'll go now. Let’s talk more tomorrow because I don’t think I can last another second staying awake.”

“I’ll drive you there, I don’t want you apparating anymore.”

“No complaints here,” You mumble against his lips that gently press onto yours. Wanting to say the three words that you loved to say but before you could,

“I love you, too.”

— hello there ! moved my notes here becuase the intro was too long. this initially had a whole back story that lead up to the events here but i cut it out because that part was taking too much time to complete. also hello, i'm finally writing for my og crush in harry potter but uh i decided to use the tom hughes fancast since this is set way after they graduated.

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neoarchipelago · 8 months

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Trigger warning: ANGST AND COMFORT. SELF HARM, SUICIDE, BLOOD. PLEASE BE CAREFUL.

A/N: idk... not feeling particularly good today so... here. Suffer with me. I'm ok, I'm not alone for those who wonder, and I'm a safe place. Just one of those days. Fully written based on this song.

"Simon?" You called.

As the door closed behind you, you frowned. The house was quiet, not so unusual with a roommate like Simon. But he'd always come to greet you when he was on leave and you'd be home from work. You'd often compare him to a cat. Nonchalant, pretending to not care when he can't live without his human. Yes.

But this evening, there wasn't a Simon greeting you.

Perhaps he was out? Meeting his team for dinner or a couple drinks. You stepped into the living room, the air felt uneasy. Dropping your bag and coat on the couch you stopped, watching the tv. The show running, sounds barely audible. The cup of bourbon and half empty bottle near it.

The air felt thick. Yes. Uneasy.

"Simon?" You tried again.

You searched his room first. Hoping he was hibernating away there. Passed out from overdrinking. Wasn't the first time. He'd come home from a particularly harsh mission and you'd find him drunk or passed out on the couch. He'd apologize profusely when you'd try to bring him to bed, and won't look you in the eye in the morning until you push him enough for him to open up to you.

But the house was silent. And he wasn't hibernating.

Your pace has increased now, rushing to your own bedroom. He may have passed out on your bed. Mistaken your room for his own. Finding comfort in between the amount of plushie he'd often tease you about. Very unlikely… but plausible.

But the bed was empty. And the plushies were lonely.

Your heart was stammering. Ridiculous, no? He was a 6 foot something man, built like a mountain. He could take care of himself.

But you knew he couldn't truly do it.

Had he taken his bike? Drive out, after drinking? Letting himself ride out on the hazing booze? He wasn't that stupid. He was often sad. Often empty and scared. Often woken up in cold sweat and nightmares, and you'd join him for tea in the middle of the night. Perhaps if you called his phone he'd answer. So you dialed.

But he didn't answer. And his phone rang in the house.

Your head snapped towards the bathroom. The sound of his ringtone echoing there. You almost dropped your phone. Almost. And you knocked- pounded on the door.

"Simon?!"

But he didn't answer. And your heart was too loud in your ears. And the air felt uneasy. So you tried to turn the lock. Blessing the gods for the amount of times you complained it was broken and would open too easily but never called the landlord.

But behind the door there were no blessings. And you found your Simon.

You didn't exactly know if you screamed. But your mind did. As you rushed to the bloodied man on the floor. Pale face. Visible face.

"Nononono… Simon, what did you do?!"

But your voice was broken. And his eyes didn't open.

You grabbed the closests towels, watched the large cuts in his wrists and you tried to stop the blood from gushing out. Your vision was blurry, hands shaking. And you were so glad you had the rule that he had to put his gun into a safe that you only knew the code of when he's off duty. And your heartbeat was loud in your ears and his own so low as your head laid against his chest. You called him again and again. Until his eyes fluttered open, barely alive.

"Simon!" You hiccuped.

"M'sorry…"

But he wasn't truly. Was he? And you were angry.

In pain and angry and sad and panicked. And God please God no.

"If you're sorry, help me! Get up, I'm taking you to hospital, right now!" You screamed.

But he didn't move. And you were crying.

"Please don't leave me…"

Was that your voice? You didn't recognize it. And his eyes filled with tears.

"I swear, I'll love you all my life. Hold on for me…" you tried.

You liked- no. You loved this man. How could you not? He was your everything. Nestled in this apartment and in your heart. Washed away pain and sadness together.

"I'll make it right…I still need you" you tried.

But was it enough? And was he strong enough?

He swallowed thickly. His throat was probably dry. But he tried to sit up and you felt hope rushing through you. You grabbed hair ties, anything to tie the towels tightly around his wrists and you stood up, hooking his arm around your shoulders. And he stumbled, almost falling with you, slipping on the blood on the tiles. You managed to walk slowly, dragging him to the living room, and you grabbed your keys.

But time was ticking. And even sitting in the car with him next to you, you felt dreadful.

He was silent. Too silent. You were rushing, too fast, dangerously. You could both die. He would die anyway, and a part of you would be ok with ending it all here if he didn't make it. So it didn't matter.

But you came to a screeching stop in front of the emergency room entrance. And the nurses came running to see what was going on.

You watched in horror, mixed with hope and somehow relief as they took him. His eyes locked on your frame you ran next to him as they put him down in one of those beds to drag him inside. Until they didn't allow you further. And in a last glimpse you spoke.

"Come back I still need you…"

But it took hours. And it felt like a nightmare you simply couldn't escape from.

His team was called. Soon running to you. Holding you. When did you get blood on you? It was his- and you felt sick. Soap holding back your hair as you turned to the nearest trash can. Price growling at the prying eyes. And you were crying again.

"I just want to take him home…" you sobbed.

But it wouldn't happen right now. And you wanted to die too, the ache in your chest unbearable.

Images and flashbacks keep you from sleeping during the night. You stood watch waiting for them to let him see him. Until you could. And you followed silently with the team to a room. He was sleeping. Bandages, blood transfusion and pale face. You stood next to the bed, arms crossed in a comforting move. And the boys talked to the doctor while you took his hand in yours.

"Hold on. Please… I don't want to let go… I'm not that strong. I want to hear you say "baby let's go home"."

But he wasn't listening was he? And you sat in the silent room, next to his bed.

And you didn't sleep. You stared at him, tears blurring your vision once in a while. After so long, you knew he was a soldier. You knew he could die at any moment. You hoped and begged it wouldn't happen every time he left for months. And yet you were so close to losing him right now. So close, and you didn't see it. And now you feel guilty. The only comfort being the stable beep of the heart monitor.

"You saved him. You were right on time."

But what if you didn't? And you hadn't come home and found him?

You closed your eyes, dropping your head close to his hand. You didn't want to move. Didn't want to talk or eat. You wanted to stay here. You didn't want to fall asleep.

But you did. And you only woke up hours later.

Eyes red from crying. Silence enveloping you and you didn't want to open your eyes. Maybe for a few seconds more you could believe this was all a nightmare.

But you had to open your eyes. And face reality.

You choked on air when you saw the brown tired gaze on you.

"Simon…" you whispered.

Silence still. You didn't push it. You closed your eyes, nuzzling his hand, trying to hide the tears.

"I'm so sorry…"

But you shook your head. And kept your eyes shut.

"Darling… please… I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I put you through this."

But you bit your lip, hard, to keep yourself from sobbing. And you failed.

"Darling" his voice broke.

"I can't imagine a world with you gone…" you sobbed.

And he didn't answer. And you tried to muffle your sobs. His hand slowly and weakly tries to make you look up at him. You did, after a good mental slap of bravery. His eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm here. I won't leave. I promise."

But you were terrified. And you loved him.

"I love you so much…" you sobbed.

And his eyes closed, shut, as if the confession was too much to bear. A sin and a humiliating confession. You stood, nestling on the bed close to his eyes. And you sobbed against him. You didn't move anymore. Even as the team entered the room. Even as they talked, trying to defuse the situation with laughter. You didn't move. And you fell asleep.

But you wanted to remain like that. And bask in the feeling of being next to him.

He was let out a week later. With forceful military leave and psych evaluation, therapy. You had been adamant for him to do so. Remembering him that you would be here. You had a hard time walking inside the apartment with him. Flashbacks make you tremble. Everything left the way it was. Apart from the blood which had been cleaned by the boys when you stayed in hospital.

But he noticed. And he hugged you.

He comforted you. He was here. He was so sorry. And so were you. For not being here. Not being able to see he needed you. But how could it be anyone's fault? Now you were home. He was home. You felt on edge. You refused to let him sleep in his room. He had a fight until he saw the absolute despair in your eyes. Your bed. Next to you. No option. And now you wake up in the middle of the night to him. And you check his breathing. And you nestle closer and focus on his heartbeat.

But there was a long road ahead. And you were more than determined to go through with this fight. Next to him.

He had accepted the confession. Had accepted your feelings for him. Allowing himself to feel worthy. Therapy helped, and your stubbornness too. And he started to feel again. With time. And love.

But time helps. And there is hope.

Sometimes you still remember it. Sometimes you still wake up in sweat and you want to cry. But he wraps his arms around you. Kisses your lips and reminds you he's here. Forever. And you fall back asleep, cuddling up to him. And you're woken up in the morning by tiny footsteps running on the wood floor. The door swinging open and your sons jumping on the bed. Waking up their father.

But you're so happy he held on. And you will forever thank him for it.

In this new house. In this family. With that ring on your fingers. His eyes on you. His smile. And you were home. He was home.

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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JAKE SULLY PISS KINK SMUT WITH A BRAT READER PLEASE

AHH-HHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHH

SMUT 18+ w/ a (forced) piss kink obvi

you can't truly regret your previous actions, especially when they got you in the position that you desired.

almost. you were almost in the position you desired. almost everything was right; jake was fucking you like you wanted, all angry and hot and bothered. you were under him, your legs spread wide and thrown over his shoulders to let him reach the deepest pits within you. and that spitefulness he only possesses when you push him to the limit was there, too, and you were enjoying it. it it weren't for the hand on your lower abdomen.

earlier, when jake continued to pull you closer to him whenever you complained about having to go pee, you hadn't thought much of it. when he pushed more and more liquids into your hands at dinner, you passed it off as him just wanting to keep you hydrated. but you should've known better.

because if you were plotting, so was jake. he knew he would succumb to your bratty teasing, and he knew what he would do when he did.

fuck you to the brink of passing out, and hold a hand on your bladder to torture you even more.

you whined and thrashed and complained, but he only gave you a particularly harsh thrust, tilted his head in a warning, and held your hands above your head with his previously free hand.

you were close to cumming, and you wanted to. save for the fact that you knew if you came, you would let go all over jake. you were willing to take a certain level of embarrassment, and that level was no where near pissing on your mate.

jake knew he was winning. his teasing smile told you that as much.

"jake," you tried again, your hands attempting to lift from their confines to caress jakes cheeks, a weak spot for him. he tightened his hold and grunted. "please let go, please."

he shook his head. "you got yourself in this predicament, honey. wanted 't be a little brat the entire night. thought it was funny then, didn't you?"

you shake your head, your eyes squeezing shut. jake chuckled lowly. "uh-uh, don't lie. good little fuck toys don't lie."

"'m not lying, jake." you were. but you were so fucked out that you didn't notice.

"look at me, honey," you don't listen to him. "look at me." his voice sterns and your eyes softly open to stare at him. his ears are laying flat against his head, but when you whine they perk up. "there she is."

"'m sorry, jake. please don't make me do it."

"do what?" he feigns innocence. "you wanna cum, don't you?"

you nod. "then cum. there's nothing holding you back." painfully, jake pushes down especially hard on your bladder then and you have to audibly control yourself.

"don't hold out on me, sweetheart. you know you wanna. so go ahead and do it." and truthfully, the thought of sweet release outweighs the possible embarrassment for only a split second, but that split second is enough for you to release your constricting and let loose all over jake, cumming with a loud cry and the release of your bladder only amplifies your orgasm.

jakes hand leaves your lower abdomen to slide down to your mound, where he lets his thumb circle your clit to aid you through your release.

"there you go. 'atta girl."

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grievousdearu · 1 year

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Learning To Play Pt. 1

I take a deep breath as I look down at my hands, which are bound in a scratchy rope. It reminds me of-

Actually, this brings to mind too many occasions to be specific to just one; now that I think about it.

Unfortunately, in my line of “work”, I tend to find myself under the scrutinous eye of the law more often than I care to admit. But I can’t complain too much. I chose this lifestyle myself years ago; no point in forsaking myself for that choice anymore.

The rattling of wooden wheels against dirt, rock, and gravel, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves helps me try to stay in the moment, and not get lost in thought. Though, sometimes, it feels like getting lost in thought is the only way to make the passage of time on the way to the prison cells seem more bearable.

As that crosses my mind, the sound of city bustle begins to slowly well up and get more audible as we reach the walls of Helmholtz. The sound of that cityscape is one I tend not to forget with as much time as I’ve spent around it.

“No matter where I go, I always manage to find my way back here…” I say to myself under my breath.

Helmholtz. The city where I was born, grew up- and now, find myself en route to prison in.

Again.

The carriage crawls to a halt, and I hear one of the drivers up front speak up.

“Two prisoners,” he says.

The gatekeeper lowers his voice, but he doesn’t know I can still hear him.

“How much is Gaius paying you for these ones?”

“Nothing. Though, I wished he were for the second…”

I scoff at that remark because it’s most likely in reference to me.

“These men are quite loud for trying to be secretive, no?” I hear a raspy, foreign-sounding voice across from me speak up.

“You can hear th-“ I stop my question as I look over to him.

Once I take a look at him, the question answers itself as I see him. He’s a Tabakka, of course he can hear them.

“It is no surprise they have a deal with their boss, this city is known for its corruption,” the man says to me.

“I know all too well about that,” I reply to him, “I was born and raised here.”

“Ah, so you are local; I see, I see. It is no wonder- this city is also known for its beautiful women,” he tells me with a smirk.

“Nice try buddy, but I’m not that easy.”

“It is no guise! Truly, you are a creature of beauty. Where I am from- a small village in Amnest, all women are tall, ugly beasts,” he says, “truly a gods-forsaken wasteland.”

“Hoh, is that so?”

“The women from my village are part of why I became a traveler, you see, much more beautiful women elsewhere, much more ease on the eyes.”

“How ugly are we talking, here?” I ask him, curious about how he feels about his homeland.

He leans over closer to me, and whispers.

“They make me wish to look in the eyes of a Kalle.”

I laugh slightly, and the man joins me.

“So, what is your name, Tabakka?”

“My name is Mar’ii’quas. And your name, mistress?”

“Natalia,” I say as I begin to reach out my hand to shake his, but I’m stopped by the ropes binding me to the seat.

“You are an interesting one, Miss Natalia. Per se, what brings you into the custody of the authorities? You strike me not as the type to become entangled with the law’s long arm.”

“Oh, this and that… just, wrong place wrong time kind of thing,” I say as I try to dance around the question.

“I find myself in this situation because of my unchecked tongue,” he starts explaining his circumstances, “I began flirting with a woman in a city to the north, turns out, she was the wife of a noble here in Helmholtz. The wed man found out about my loose tongue and bribed the guards to bring me here to watch me rot.”

“Sounds like a charming man.”

“You speak truth, Miss Natalia.”

Suddenly, the carriage stops, and the canvas flap-back of the carriage opens.

“Alright you two, out,” one of the armed guards cuts the rope binding me to the seats of the carriage at the tie and begins holding it like a leash.

“There’s that damned cat!” A voice calls out over to us.

“Problem,” Mar’ii’quas says as he tries to hide behind me.

“An acquaintance of yours?” I ask as I begin stepping down from the back of the cart.

“Ah, you see, this man is…”

“The husband?”

“Uh, yes, correct,” he confirms.

“Enough yammering!” The man clad in fine clothing shouts, “Take him to the square before the sight of him makes me vomit!”

The first of the three guards takes the length of rope that binds both Mar’ii’quas and me, then begins leading us through the gate and towards the holding cell; which is located in the centre of the western open district.

“Perchance, fine guardsman,” Mar’ii’quas begins talking to one of the guards, “has my execution been scheduled already?”

“You’ll be happy to know that Madam Hilla has convinced Count Youla to suspend your execution, and instead you will be serving a 20-year sentence,” the guard announces to Mar’ii’quas.

“I would hope to relay my thanks to Madam Hillia, however, I believe it is best for me to interact no further.”

“You catch on quickly, cat.”

“As for the woman…” the guard then turns his head to look at me, “…you will be held until the courts decide what to do with you.”

“Aw, you lot are held up over me that much? I’m flattered, truly.”

“Stay your tongue and you may yet live to see the light of day when you’re released.”

Well, he’s in an awful chipper mood.

“Miss Natalia, I do urge you to consider your words before you speak,” Mar’ii’quas interjects, “I would know a thing or two about what a poorly spoken word may do to a person’s life.”

“Would you look at that, the cat is capable of restraint? Colour me impressed.”

“Well, one might hope that a lesson taught once is enough to teach the principal.”

As we round the last corner before we reach the holding cell, the guard takes a moment to look me over.

I can’t help but feel vaguely disgusted by the manner in which he does so.

“MacAllister, your sentence will likely be decided within the next two weeks, so until then, you are to be placed here,” the guard says as he pushes me into the cell with Mar’ii’quas.

“I do hope they don’t take too long; leaving me in suspense like this really doesn’t do great things for my skin as a woman, you know.”

“I think you’ll have much worse things to worry about before then,” he says with a vague hint of a threat in his voice.

With my hands still bound, I decided to take a seat and rest against the cell wall.

“Miss Natalia reminds me much of myself- when I was still young and spry, of course.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, then.”

“It is a bit of both a compliment and a warning, to be quite frank.”

Mar’ii’quas himself decides to lie down on the floor, after which, we both fall silent.

I can already tell I’m going to be here for a while.

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struggling-with-time · 3 years

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Does your father know? [Sapnap x reader]

Paring: Sapnap x Gender neutral!reader

Summary: A couple of nights out, that the local adults certainly aren't supposed to know about. But definitely does. And the things that happen at those parties. College AU SBI!reader.

Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff

Words: 4.6K

Masterlist: Sapnap's Masterlist - SBI Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: This has been brewing in my head for days, so here it is. Please request if you feel like it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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You are casually chatting along with Karl, and a very drunk Quackity. The music is loud in the house. You don’t remember whose parents own the house, it's more likely it's an involuntary frat house. But it sure isn’t a place you are used to coming to. You can spot Sapnap as he makes his way over to the three of you, and before you know it.

Sapnap pulls you along onto the dance floor, barely giving you time to put your drink down. You are already a good few drinks down and can’t help but feel like floating as he drags you along. A giggle passes your lips as you make your way into the dancefloor.

The music is loud, and while you have never heard this song before, you feel like you know the lyrics to it.

Sapnap places his hands on your hips as the two of you dance.

It’s nice, it’s fun.

It’s not what you are supposed to be doing.

Because as far as your family is aware, you are sleeping nice and soundly at home, and not out drinking and partying.

Well, most of your family, you could have sworn you saw your brother, Wilbur, in the crowd earlier. But what he doesn’t know. Won’t hurt him.

“Having fun tonight?” Sapnap’s voice breaks you away from your though. His face is suddenly a lot closer than before. His warm breath hitting your ear as he whispered. A grin works its way onto your own face.

“With you? Of course.”

It’s loud. It’s warm. It’s crowded.

Yet there is nowhere else you would want to be for the night.

Sapnap pulls away from your ear again, mouthing along to the song that’s playing. And the two of you dance, losing yourself to the crowd. Losing yourself to the music. Losing yourself to each other.

None of you have count on the number of songs that pass by. Each one seemingly bleeding into the next, and your energy never-ending. Your dancing ever the fun.

You can feel his hands as they glided over your body, seemingly exploring all of it. And you enjoy it, egging him on as you dance. You dance only for him. Matching your hips to the rhythm. Your eyes locked on his. His hands locked on you.

A cheeky wink from you timed to the music, is all Sapnap needs for him to pull you close against him once again. His lips ghost over your ear.

“You look great in blue.”

His touch goes from warm to hot, seemingly setting you ablaze. His lips trailing over your neck. Down to your shoulder. From your shoulder back to your neck. His teeth grazing over your neck lightly before he continues back up to your ear.

You can feel him whisper something to you, but you have lost most senses. Only able to focus on his touch. As his fingers grip you tighter.

He pulls his face back, and you lock eyes with him. A smirk is eminent on his face.

It’s clear to him, it’s clear to anyone taking a glance at you. He is driving you wild.

His left-hand leaves your side to cup your face. He pulls you in slowly, and you more than willingly follow along. His lips ghosting over yours once more. For a second, it’s just the two of you. Just for a second. But only for a second. Then the spell breaks.

“Fuck.” Sapnap mutters and pulls away. His hands letting go of you completely, and suddenly you are forced to stand on your own. You feel a bit disorientated at the sudden pull back to reality.

Sapnaps eyes are locked on something a bit behind you, a string of curse words seemingly leaving his mouth. You’re unsure if he’s muttering or talking. The music overpowering them either way.

You turn around to find what has brought him to pull away.

And there in the outskirt of the dancefloor stands a tall pink-haired guy, holding a brunette slumped against the pink guy. Or as you formerly know them, your older brothers Techno and Wilbur. They seem to be looking for someone, as Techno seems to be looking through the crowd that has assembled on the makeshift dancefloor.

Sapnap leans over to your ear once again.

“Does your dad know that you are out?” This time he’s yelling, no longer intimate or secretive whispers.

“No!” You yell back to him.

“Do you think they’re looking for you?”

Techno catches your eyes and raises a hand. Answering Sapnaps question for you.

You manoeuvred your way through the dancing crowd, leaving Sapnap alone. Approaching your brothers. You cast a glance back to where you stood, Sapnap already gone in the crowd. You try not to look disappointed, as you look back at your brother, but one raised eyebrow from Techno is enough to tell you, you failed to do so.

“Drunk?”

“Drunk.”

You sigh, as you guide Wilburs arm over your shoulder, and the three of you head into the night and down the street. A couple of minutes passes, and Wilbur starts to mumble about his big plans for the future.

You and Techno share a laugh at your brother's expense in the night. The inevitable scolding from Phil far away in the future.

It takes you exactly three weeks before you have done enough chores to get ungrounded. Although all three of you had snuck out in the middle of the night. You and Techno had been responsible enough to bring Wilbur home without trying to drive, and you had even woken Phil up yourself when you got home. Although you were pretty sure he had heard you from the moment you had stepped through the door. And Wilbur had decided that the hallway would be a perfectly good place to take a nap.

But that was three weeks ago, and now is now.

You have the clothes you want to wear in your backpack, along with your laptop and a physics book to make it believable.

While you don’t pride yourself on being a party animal, it doesn’t hurt to participate when invited. And especially not when Sapnap himself invites you.

“Bye Dad!” You yell out as you pass the kitchen. Phil sitting on his laptop, with Tommy beside him looking close to crying in frustration over homework, and Wilbur seemingly trying to cook something up. Keyword trying.

“Wait up!” Phil yells out, making you stop in your track. “Come in here.” You slowly backtrack your steps, making you stand in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” He squints his eyes at you, before looking you up and down. Tommy mouths ‘someone is in trouble’ to you. And you resist against, in all better judgement, to hit him.

Instead, you lift your backpack, “Study session at Karls, remember? I’m staying over for the night.”

Wilbur decides now is the perfect time to join the conversation, a playful look on his face. He knows exactly what’s going to be happening at Karls place tonight. Despite still being grounded, you know you will see him there later tonight.

“Study session huh? I thought you had study group on Wednesdays?” Wilbur brings a hand up to mimic a thinking position.

Fuck.

“I do!” Was that too quick? You look back at Phil, “I do.” You repeat yourself, “It’s just for my physics lecture, got a test on Monday.” Phil seems to not completely buy it. “Besides Dad, I am ungrounded after all, you said so yourself yesterday.”

Phil hums. “I did say that…” He looks you over once more. “Alright. At least let Techno or Wil drive you.”

That decision is easy enough for you.

“TECHNO! DAD SAYS YOU HAVE TO DRIVE ME!” You yell into the house. You swear you can hear your brother grumble about having to drive you from upstairs. But you elect to ignore it.

You look back over at Wilbur who is now discarding his apron in favour of getting out of the house. He knows if he can play his cards right, he can make Techno stop at the music store. And he might just be able to catch his totally secret girlfriend Sally for a couple of minutes. Not like he won’t be seeing her tonight.

You listen as Techno walks down the stairs. Now audibly complaining about being the only responsible driver in the house.

You would drive yourself, but having one car for four people to share isn’t exactly great. You tried having a driving plan once that you could put yourself on when you needed to borrow the car. It ended up with a month of Wilbur hogging the car. So now instead, you all just always drive each other around like soccer moms.

Techno looks annoyed at you as he passes the kitchen. But you know if he was truly annoyed he just wouldn’t have come down at all.

You turn to follow Techno into the hallway but are still able to overhear Phil questioning Wilbur on where he is going.

“To drive with them of course.”

“You’re still grounded.”

“C’mon Dad, Phil, Philza, it’s just a drive, it’s not like I would be seeing anyone.”

“Fine.” Despite not being able to see Phil, you know your dad is trying his best not to smile at Wilbur’s antics. “Just a drive. You probably need to get out of the house anyway.”

And that’s enough for him to end in the backseat of the car. Tagging along.

You automatically go for the AUX, as the designated DJ in the front seat. You barely get to press play, before Wilbur has started a conversation. A conversation that is closer to an interrogation.

“So Karl’s place to study, huh? Nothing to do with what’s going to happen tonight at all?”

“Oh please.” You turn your head to look back at Wilbur. “As if you won’t be there too.”

“Techno is gonna be there too!” Wilbur whines, as if it would make the situation any better.

“Wait, really?” You look over at Techno, turning forward in your seat once more.

“Yeah, Dream won at practice the other day.”

“How?” “You lost?” You and Wilbur speak at the same time.

“The guy put oil on my sword, so I dropped it.”

You snort, and Wilbur laughs. “So much for Techno Blade never loses.”

“Oh, shut up the two of you. At least I’m not grounded.”

“Hey!” Wilbur shouts.

The car ride passes with sibling banter, and a couple more jabs at each other before you are pulling up to Karls house. You quickly get out and yell a quick “See you later!” before heading over to the front door. You smile to yourself as you overhear Wilbur asking if they can stop by the music store as he changes from the back seat to the front seat.

You listen as the car pulls away, and you get to ring the doorbell.

A flustered Karl throws open the door. Loudly greeting you, before pulling you into a hug.

“You made it! I didn’t think you would, but then again Sapnap did invite you. But you did say no the other couple of times and-”

“I get it Karl, but I’m here now.” You smile at him, letting him breathe. He giggles. “Can I come in?”

“Oh yes! Of course! Of course! Come in.” Karl guides you into the living room, closing the door after you. You stand awkwardly in the doorway until Karl grabs your wrist and leads you over to the sofa telling you to sit down.

You kinda expected more people to be here. But instead, you are met with the familiar faces of Karl and yours friend group. Not to mention a couple of Wilburs friends. Not that the small town is big enough for everyone close in age to not already know each other. The community college isn't exactly helping either.

You can already feel tonight will have a different feeling than last time. Way more down to earth, and way more chill.

Quackity falls into the seat beside you and offers you a drink, which you happily take. “It’s nice to see you not all dressed up you know.” He tells you. Suddenly you’re happy you didn’t change at home, not that you had much of a choice.

“Yeah, it’s nice not to be all dressed up.” You say, taking a sip, as you eye your backpack that was placed against the wall in the living room.

“I hear both your brothers are gonna be here later. I can’t believe Phil just lets you guys go out. My mom thinks we are studying for English class.” Quackity complains. "I hate still living at home."

“Oh no, you have it all wrong, Phil doesn’t.” You laugh, a bit dry, but it is what it is. “He thinks I’m here for a study session for my physics lecture, Wilbur is still grounded for the last time the three of us was out, and Techno is only coming because he apparently lost to Dream at fencing practice.”

Quackity snorts, “Techno lost to Dream?”

“I know! That was my reaction too.” The two of you share a laugh.

“I can’t believe the Minecraft household is filled with degenerates.” He feigns a disappointed tone.

“You aren’t that much better.” Sapnap buts into your conversation. You hadn’t noticed him walking in. Quackity lifts his hands in defeat and gets up from the couch. Only for Sapnap to quickly takes his place.

“I’m guessing by that your dad doesn’t know about tonight either.” He teases you, and you look away for a moment, your purple drink suddenly very interesting.

“He does, sorta, not. He thinks we are here to study.” You give Sapnap a weak smile, and he chuckles at your antics.

You barely miss him muttering, “Cute.” Underneath his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

And then silence falls upon the two of you. You want to keep him talking, of course, you do. How could you not want to? It’s Sapnap.

Every time he speaks, you want to cling to each word and hold it dearly. Instead, you flash him a smile, and he smiles back. Before looking away, and you can’t help but feel a bit defeated at that.

However, you are saved by Karl hooking up his phone to a speaker and way too loud music blasts into the living room.

It takes a good half-minute before the volume is lowered enough for it to be background music, and it takes even longer for anyone to agree on what playlist to be put on.

The afternoon bleeds into the late afternoon, and more people have decided to join. You now share the three-person couch with two more people, leading to you being pressed up again Sapnap. Not that you are complaining.

Wilbur and Sally have arrived too, already sitting on the floor together. Already - as your youngest brother Tommy would say - already sucking each other’s faces dry.

Techno seems to be the last person to join the gathering, bringing beer too. Of course, you can’t help but think. Of all the people he’s the only one of the three of you, that could ever make Phil buy any of you beer.

"Techno is the most responsible of you four."

"C'mon on dad! This isn't fair!"

"Exactly! I understand her, but daaaad we're both 20 why do you want to help him but not me?"

"Shut up Wilbur."

You are in a heated conversation with Karl about the right way to read document history. When you notice a touch on your left side. You stop midsentence, Karl doesn’t notice and keep arguing his side. But Sapnap does.

You can feel a pair of eyes on you, as you look down to see his hand around your waist. Neither of you have talked to each other since the quick conversation. Then Dream and George had each pulled up a chair nearby the couch and the three of them had talked since then.

Suddenly you get hit with the thought, that maybe, despite all better judgement, just maybe. What happened a couple of weeks ago wasn’t just because you were the nearest person. Just maybe it was because Sapnap actually looked your way.

You don’t let the thought get to your head too much, because the second you look at him. He’s back in his conversation with Dream and George about something you don’t really care about from the sounds of it. You shake your head; you must have been imagining stuff. He didn’t look at you.

You get two more drinks in you, as the evening passes on, and Sapnaps hand seems to find its way onto your thigh. You have no intention of getting drunk, but the feeling of Sapnaps hand on you seems near addicting.

It’s nearing midnight when a less than sober Dream suggests a game of Truth or Dare.

Techno complains against it as the only one, stating “We aren’t middle schoolers.”

So you play truth or dare.

The first couple of rounds starts innocently enough, the mood is good. Everyone is having fun. You are enjoying yourself, listening to embarrassing stories, to creating new ones alongside your friends. Finding yourself curling into Sapnaps side just a bit more.

He doesn’t protest or say anything against it, so you take it as a win, and keep leaning against him.

Then a drunk Quackity gets his turn and asks George for his worst hook-up. And the energy in the room changes. From then on the innocent truths and even more naïve dares are out the window. For stories about peoples experiences, and dares that seemingly gets riskier and riskier.

You manage to dodge most questions, keeping to the truth after that point on. Until you are unable to.

“Don’t be boring! Choose dare!” George eggs you on, and you give in. Anyone would give in, you swear the guy has pretty privilege. Most of the living room cheers.

“I have a good dare.” Dream says.

“Too bad it’s not your turn to ask then.” You stick your tongue out at him and turn your attention back to George. When you see the guy motioning for Dream to whisper his dare. “Betrayal George, I will never forgive you.”

“Too bad for you then.” His smile widening the longer Dream keeps whispering. Your worry starts to grow, you are already regretting deeply for giving in to the peer pressure.

Dream retreats and looks satisfied with his idea. George takes a moment to think it over, but it’s clear that he has already made up his mind.

“I dare you…” He clicks his tongue. “I dare you to give Sapnap a lap dance!”

“What?”

“You heard me!” George looks proud of himself, or his idea, or Dreams idea. You don’t know. Your stomach is seemingly doing backflips at the idea, while your head is spinning for the exact opposite reason.

“Chicken?” You try, you don’t notice the desperate look Sapnap is giving George.

“Nope,” George pops his ‘p’, “you’ve been boring all evening with only choosing truth. Besides we're all adults here, c'mon it could be a lot worse.”

You look over at Wilbur, who is more than occupied with Sally. Then over at Karl, who has a teasing grin on his lips, as if he knew this would happen. Then to Quackity, who looks like someone who definitely knew this would happen. Then to Techno, who looks like he could murder Dream. And knowing him, there is a 50/50 chance he’s still mad over losing or that it’s about the idea Dream just proposed.

“He didn’t say it had to be here,” Sapnap says to help you out. “We can just leave.” Your head pecks up at that. He’s right. George didn’t specify where. A smile forms on your face, a smile based on relief.

Dream starts to protest, but you have already grabbed Sapnaps wrist and started dragging him into Karls room.

You miss Techno slapping Dream over the head.

You make Sapnap sit on Karls bed, as you make sure the door is locked. You would rather die than anyone walk in on you. You look around for a speaker, and you barely get your phone out of your back pocket before Sapnap has put his hand on your wrist now.

“Hey, you don’t have to do it.”

You look at him, panic still evident in your eyes.

“What?”

“I said you don’t have to do it.”

“What?”

He smiles at you and tugs you over to sit beside him on the bed.

“For the third time, you don’t have to do it.”

His left-hand cups your head, his right hand has moved from your wrist and into your hand.

“It’s just a stupid game of truth or dare anyway. Techno is right, we aren’t middle schoolers. Fuck, we aren't even high schoolers.”

You smile at him, before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right. I thought you would want that, though.”

Sapnap leans his head to the side. Asking you to continue.

“I mean, you’re Sapnap. Oh, c’mon on don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” he grins at you now. The air suddenly becoming light around you.

“Please, don’t act like you don’t know. Everyone knows.” You look away for a moment, his hand lightly turns your head back to look at him, and you let him. Although the look you are met with is one of confusion and not the cockiness you were expecting.

You sigh once.

Then twice.

Then once more.

You were really about to do this, in the bedroom of your childhood friend. Jesus.

“Sapnap, seriously. This isn’t funny.”

“What? I feel like I lost the thread somewhere here.” His hand falls from your face, and you can’t help but want to chase it.

“I like you, everyone knows that. This isn’t funny. Seriously. Everyone knows I’m absolutely hopeless for thinking you would even look in my direction.”

You fall onto Karls bed, letting yourself sink into the purple bedsheets.

“Well, I can tell you two things.”

Sapnap falls onto the bed beside you. The two of you now staring into the wooden ceiling that’s decorated with glow in the dark stars.

“And what are those two things?”

“You see, one nobody thinks you are hopeless.” He chuckles a bit at that. “If anything, I’m the hopeless one here.”

You turn your head to look at him, and he does the same to you, giving you a kind smile.

“And now why would you be that?”

“Because two, not everyone knows that you like me, I didn’t.” You return his smile, although you feel a need to look away at the words, you keep eye contact with him.

“Well, now you know, making me right.” You tease or try to. You can feel the air has gone from light, to very heavy suddenly. Barely breathable. And you can feel your breath hitch in your throat, you know what words you hope he speaks next. But yet, you can’t stop expecting to get laughed at and rejected right here.

“I guess, but you see, I would say I’m the hopeless one here. Because I’ve been trying to tell you that I like you for months now.” He covers his face with a hand. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, I sound like a cliché.”

You let out a small laugh, “Yeah, you do a bit. But…”

“But…?” he asks, his hand still over his face, but you can see him peaking through his fingers.

“But I don’t mind it, I think it’s cute.” And now it’s his time to laugh.

Then slowly a silence falls over the two of you. Unlike the one from earlier, this one is saying more than a thousand words, while saying absolutely nothing at all. It’s just two people who like each other enjoying a moment.

“We should probably get back to the others again.” Sapnap breaks the silence, and you take a deep breath at the sudden disturbance.

“Oh yeah, the others.”

“The longer we stay here, the more they are going to wonder what we are doing.” You can’t help but laugh at that.

“You are sadly right Sapnap. You are unfortunately right.”

You groan as you sit back up, offering him a hand that he gladly takes, but instead of you helping to pull him up from the bed.

He pulls you down into his lap once more.

"However..." He starts, "They can wonder all they want."

You can feel his hands on your hips now. As he leans in to start trailing kisses over your neck once more.

Your breath hitches.

His teeth grace your shoulder before you can feel him sucking.

His hands exploring you as you lean into the pleasure.

You start squirming in his lap, and he stops.

"No."

You pause, as his hands quickly leave you.

"No?"

"I am not having my first time with you, with your brothers down the hallway, and my best friends absolutely listening in," Sapnap admits to you.

The statement makes your face heat up, and you try to hide away in his neck. He chuckles at the cute gesture.

"We should get going..." He trails off but makes no moves to actually get up. Just basking in the heat you apply to him.

You sigh, as you get off him, his hand now holding yours.

"Sadly you're right."

He gets off the bed and stands beside you.

However, when you prepare to let go, he keeps your hands entangled, and if you’re honest, you don’t mind all that much.

You unlock the door and head back into the living room. All conversation going stale the second the two of you stand in the doorway.

Dream ever the curious, is the one to break the ice. “Sooo…”

Sapnap lifts your entangled hands, and the room breaks into cheers. And you swore you heard a couple of people mutter finally. You hide your head in your hand, trying to hide your embarrassment alongside it.

Leading you to miss Karl throwing Quackity some money, and George doing the same to Dream.

You lift your head from your hand as you hear Wilbur speak.

“Good luck explaining that one to Dad.” Wilbur laughs, but a smile clear on his lips.

"What?" You say, as you can feel Wilburs eyes burning onto your throat. Your hand quickly coming up to try and cover the clearly evident mark.

A glance at Techno tells you that he too is happy for you, but even more clearly he is on the brink of smugness. Knowing you're going to get in trouble tomorrow.

He has been the one on the end of most of your seemingly endless rants about the moment that happened weeks ago at that party. The one that your brothers ruined, so it felt self-explanatory for them to be on the end of your whining.

Sapnap guides you, as the two of you return to your seats on the couch and the night continues.

Nothing has truly changed, yet it feels like everything has changed.

And somewhere along the night, things did change.

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Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat--and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied...

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki... so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

Additional NSFW Warnings: breeding kink (a little bit, anyway), Loki is in heat (kind of, duh), lack of aftercare (at first...)

His antagonising scream tore through the entire compound. You flinched, alarmed. Loki. The heart-breaking sound of pain tugging at your nerves was followed by a loud thump—like a heavy metal door falling shut, locked for good. It had come from the cellar, where the Avengers stored weaponry and ammunition; along with provisory but secure prison cells of Wakandan technology for criminals until they could be handed over to the authorities.

When you reached the source of the rousing noise, you almost knocked straight into Thor. His muscly back resembled a thick fleshy wall that would break your bones if you collided with him with too much force and speed.

“What happened?” Out of breath, you moved around him—facing the culprit of the commotion. The eerie flickering camera right outside the cell door showed Loki knocking his fists repeatedly against the metal door. His knuckles were already bloody from the repeated impact, yet the door would not budge. Much more concerning, however, was his appearance. Loki’s skin—every inch revealed to the naked eye anyway—was blue, his otherwise enchanting blue eyes sparkling with mischief of a deep blood-red. Countless, unique and fleshy lines formed a complex pattern on his arms and the back of his hands, even his face and neck. Your lips parted, both in shock and surprise at what your eyesight had revealed to you.

“He’s losing his fucking mind.” Tony responded for Thor before the Thunderer could even open his mouth in defence. He came tramping into the room as mad as you had never experienced him, tapping away on a tablet in the process. “I told you it was bad idea to bring him back here, Point Break! What were you thinking?”

“Can anybody tell me what is going on?! Why is he… like this? Is he in pain?”

“In pain?! He almost killed Nat. If Wanda hadn’t interfered…” Tony did not finish the sentence—regardless, the threat of what consequences there would have been for the God of Mischief was clearly audible.

“This was unlike him. He had no reason to…”

“No? He pounced on her like a… like a…”

“Beast?” Bruce added matter-of-factly. His hands were in his pocket when he approached the scene and patted Thor on the back in an attempt of providing comfort.

“Maybe… maybe this isn’t his fault, Stark. I know my brother, he’s never acted like this before!” The God of Thunder roared in defence, his arms crossed.

“Yeah,” Tony retorted sarcastically. “You know your brother so well he even tried to kill us all. Three times. No. This man is evil. Look at him!”

Petrified, you risked another peek. Loki was downright animalistic, his fists still working the metal cell door. He was getting weaker, worn out—like the fire in his red eyes was slowly being extinguished to make way for weariness. There was something primal in his behaviour; something raw. You would be ignorant to deny it scared you.

“Tony,” you began, forcing your voice to cease the shaking, “What happened? Why did he attack Natasha? Was he hurt?” Your sudden concern for him was going to give you away. No, not sudden. It had always been there, hidden just beneath the surface of your heart. You had only kept it a secret because… because what?

Loki did not know you had been harbouring romantic feelings for him for a significant amount of time now. Dark, tall and mysterious, he matched not only your type but had hopelessly captured you with his melancholic and lonely nature, the grief in his stunning blue eyes. You refused to believe that Loki was evil, that he had ever truly wanted to harm his brother; and you were desperate to be his friend… and even more than that. But the God of Mischief had hidden his heart behind such a hard shell that you were worried you might never get him to open up to you.

You would by no means describe yourself as an altruistic person—but there was a both enamoured and depraved part of you which desired, longed, for him to like you back.

“Talk to me.” You stated, tilting your head when he flung his dagger at one of the battered punching bags in the training room.

“What?” He sounded almost scornful when he spun around to gift you an incredulous look.

“Talk to me, Loki. I want to know what’s going on in your mind. I thought I was… you are always so distant. You disappear in here every other night, you snap at everyone trying to speak to you. You look nervous, like something is trying to break out of you.” Like you are trying to get rid of monstrous amounts of bottled up energy, you added silently. “You seem so restless. What’s wrong?”

“What concern is that of yours?” He spat.

“See! That is exactly what I meant.”

Loki growled. “What do you want from me, (Y/N)?” You flinched when he used your full name as opposed to the nickname everyone called you by.

“Why? Why are you screaming at me, I’m just trying to help! Don’t you get it, Loki? I care about you. And I care about what you think, even if I am probably the only one in this bloody compound who does.” Now that was unfair. But it was also the truth. “Why are you pushing me away? Let me in…”

Desperately, you moved forward in an attempt to reach up and cup his face, only for him to grab your wrists and pull them away harshly.

“Let you in? All I have ever received in return for ‘letting someone in’ was hurt and hatred. Give me one good reason for why I should open up to you,” he mocked, releasing your hands as if they would burn his fingers if they lingered on your skin for too long. “Tell you about my sorrows.” Sorrows. He had sorrows.

“I am not them.” You simply said. “Not any of them. I am not Odin, not Thor, none of the Avengers.”

Blinking, you snapped out of your memory. You had had this tragic conversation only two nights ago. No matter what you had said, he would not tell you what was on his mind. Now you knew.

“Something is wrong with him.” You interrupted the discussion, one you had not paid any attention to, by silencing them with a loud and determined voice.

“You don’t say?”

“No, Tony, you don’t understand… Loki is… he is Jötun. Thor, has he ever voluntarily turned into his Jötun form?”

The God of Thunder thought about it for a moment—then, he shook his head. “No.” You gave him a meaningful look. “So… you think it has something to do with his species?”

You nodded slowly and swallowed.

“Then we keep him in here until he is better.” He concluded. Your eyes widened.

“What? Thor, no… you can’t keep him locked up in there! What if he doesn’t get better on his own? Are you going to incarcerate him forever?”

“That would be an improvement.” Tony tossed in bitterly.

“We have to help him.”

“We? (Y/N)…” Bruce remarked almost tauntingly.

“You’ll find us upstairs. We need to let the others know about… whatever this is.” Tony added. You gnashed your teeth when he and Bruce turned to leave. For an awkward moment, it was eerily still—right until another one of Loki’s screams tore through the uncomfortable silence. You flinched once more. He was howling in pain.

“You think it might be a disease only Frost Giants can get?” Thor asked with concern in his deep voice at last.

You shrugged apologetically. “Maybe…”

“Loki and I were going to return to Asgard next week. I shall ask around, one of the healers should be familiar with Jötun diseases.”

“Go as soon as you can. Your brother is in pain, Thor, can’t you hear that?”

The God of Thunder nodded absentmindedly. But if no one was going to do something about Loki’s suffering—whatever it was—immediately, you would do it alone. So you did what Loki would do first. You dug up his books.

Loki’s room was neat, tidy. The green bed had been made—there was not a single wrinkle in the fabric and the desk was all clean, not giving thin layers of dust only visible in the direct sunlight a chance. The books he had brought from Asgard, old, thick, yellowed and heavy, he had stored on a bookshelf higher than you could reach.

Sucking in a determined breath, you moved the desk chair in front of it. The polished wooden floor to your feet complained with an ear-piercing shriek as you did. Determined, you climbed up to study the titles. All of them were written in Nordic Runes, making you realise that your research would end up being a lot harder than you had initially assumed. You could not speak a word of Old Norse, let alone read those Runes. Never mind that… you needed answers—and Loki needed your help.

It took you two hours to go through the titles and have them translated via a website you had had to pay for (using Tony’s credit card details—desperate times called for desperate measures) to use its allegedly reliable services.

Then, finally, after what felt like half an eternity, you found a suitable page-turner. It was titled Mythical Creatures and Species across Yggdrasil—at least, that was what the website you used told you.

Eagerly, you opened the book searching frantically for the chapter on Frost Giants and began sucking up all the information you could get. The more you read… and the more you compared Loki’s symptoms to the described behaviour of Jötuns in the book, the more aghast you became. One thing was for sure. Loki was not sick. Loki was aroused.

Terror-stricken, you bookmarked the page, grabbed your phone and jumped to your feet, abandoning the pile of books on Loki’s floor. You needed to speak to Thor right now.

He was about to enter the bathroom when you found him, once again almost knocking into his broad form.

“I… I found something.” You choked out.

“What?”

“I found something… about Loki. Thor… he is not ill, not really, he is…” Biting your lower lip, you pushed the God of Thunder into the bathroom, shut the door behind you and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “He is… aroused.”

“What?” He roared, blushing. “What do you mean he is aroused?”

“Look… I found this book, I…”

“You speak Old Norse?”

“No! I used… I used a translator. Thor, listen, please. It says here that to ensure their continued existence, male Frost Giants, every one-thousand years, experience the primal urge to copulate with females of their kind. Much like wolves or elves, this ‘heat’ usually begins with restlessness, extremely aggressive and possessive behaviour, unusual amounts of pent-up energy as well as an extreme hunger and loss of appetite at the very same time. Loki hasn’t showed up for lunch, dinner or breakfast and… he has been spending extraordinary times in the training room downstairs in the middle of the night lately. He barely sleeps, it seems.”

“Go on…”

“How old is Loki, Thor?”

“He is a little over one-thousand years… old.” He looked up in shock when he realised.

“That’s why he is in his Jötun form, Thor. He can’t control it, it’s not his fault, it’s… in his nature. God…” You had read it all, yet you were still working on processing it.

“This… it would explain why he tried to attack Nat. So… he is not in danger then?” Thor probed.

“No, not necessarily but—“

“So we can just wait until it is over.”

You frowned. “Until what is over?”

“His heat! If what you are saying is true and Loki’s behaviour derives from his heritage… if he cannot control his reactions, we have to keep him locked up and wait. We can’t have him ravish all the females in the compound.”

“But… he is in pain.”

An urgent knock on the bathroom door interrupted you.

“Hey, are you having a soap party in there? Other people need to use the bathroom too!” Closing the heavy book shut again, you rolled your eyes.

“There are at least three other bathrooms in this compound, Tony!”

“What are you two doing in here anyway?” He asked as he opened the door and leaned against the threshold when he spotted you two sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“(Y/N) found out that Loki is… uh… in heat.”

“In heat?!” Tony repeated. “Like a cat?”

“No! It… has something to do with the procreation cycle of Jötuns. It… is in his nature.”

“Fuck…”

“Hey… language.” If you hadn’t recognised his voice, you would know it was Steve who joined your heated discussion. “What’s going on here?”

“Loki is in heat, like a cat.” Steve frowned.

“No, he isn’t! Not like a cat, this is…” Thor stood again before you could finish your sentence.

“It’s for the best, (Y/N). Down there, he’ll be save from getting himself into trouble.”

“Thor, wait! Loki is suffering! Soon, he will…”

“We can’t risk it, (Y/N)! He almost raped Natasha!” Tony barked. “And if you go near him, I’ll lock you up too. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, (Y/N). I will not let him hurt you.”

“He… he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.” You chirped. No. Loki would never deliberately take a woman against her will. If he did… no! Loki had in incredible amount of self-control and composure; and you knew how much he despised his own heritage. He would fight this—for as long as he could.

“Besides…” Tony added. “It wouldn’t be so bad if he got a taste of his own medicine.”

“Stop blaming Loki for your PTSD, Tony. That was Thanos’ doing and you know that.” You growled darkly. The billionaire paused for a moment.

“He is staying where he is,” he concluded then. “Until he’s gone back to normal.”

But you did not want to wait. You couldn’t. You had read about the symptoms in detail. In the book it said that moodiness and aggression were only the beginning. If Loki did not act on what his Jötun body demanded from him and… released, then soon, excruciating pain would torment his loins. Masturbation appeared to be out of the picture. You nibbled on your lower lip. This thought of yours invaded his privacy on a truly shameful level, yet you were certain that if sexual arousal had already been plaguing him for a significant amount of time before this outbreak of his, he would have tried to lay hand on himself already and learned it did not provide the necessary relief.

Sooner or later, he would no longer be able to suppress his erection—and it would not disappear until he… sheathed himself inside a female to fill her with his seed. Under different circumstances, the idea of him claiming a woman… you, in such a possessive manner would have aroused you tremendously yourself. As of right now, however, Loki was in agony. The pain, if ignored for too long, would only get worse—it could last up to months and even then the denial of sexual release could result in permanent damage to his loins and even his potency.

But there was no cure either. No potion or spell to contain a male Jötun’s heat which Thor could have forwarded to Asgardian healers.

It was past midnight when you stopped reading and translating—too appalled by how much more Loki would have to suffer if nothing was done about his… condition. The only way to make it stop… was to act on it.

Your lips parted in realisation. You liked him, very much so—and you found Loki incredibly attractive, dreaming of his hands on your body, even. Perhaps you could help him after all. You were not Jötun but… would his body really make a difference? This most primal part of him wished to mate with a female—and although you had never seen a female Jötun, you doubted they looked much different than you did down there.

You had to wait another thirty minutes until the lights in Tony’s lab finally went out and you could sneak through the compound and downstairs to the cells—and once you had made sure that Vision was nowhere to be found, you switched off the security camera for Loki’s cell and approached the thick metal door.

It was quiet. He had stopped screaming. There was no banging against the walls either. Yet when you unlocked the door and slipped inside, his appearance, cowering on the floor and leaning against the cool wall with bare feet, startled you to the core. Loki’s raven hair was completely dishevelled, his knuckles bruised and covered in dry blood. His Jötun appearance was downright intimidating and close up, even more fascinating. He was breathing heavily, the thin shirt he had been wearing underneath all of his armour torn in several places, revealing blue skin and in his dark leather trousers… there was a remarkable bulge.

You shivered slightly when his red eyes met yours. Slowly, he tilted his head. “What are you doing here?” He growled hoarsely but weakly.

“I… I want to help you.”

The God of Mischief snorted. “You cannot help me.”

Mutely, you shook your head. “I can. Loki… I… I know what’s happening with you.”

He snorted once more. “So do I.”

“Let me help you.” Taking a deep breath, you moved closer to him. He reacted immediately. Loki jerked, greedily, as if to grab you and pull you on his lap. He could barely stop himself. Yet you were convinced that he would not hurt you in this state… much. A wave of courage rolled over you—you were doing this for him; and you wouldn’t be doing it if you did not like him in this way. Regardless of what he thought of you after, if he could even imagine being with a mortal like that… you longed to stop his pain.

“Leave.” He said quickly when you kneeled down next to him, timidly resting your palms on his thighs. “No… I said… leave… while you still can.” You did not. In fact, you ignored his rather sincere warning. Slowly, to not tickle the sleeping dragon, you reached for the buttons of his leather trousers and began undoing them until he grabbed a hold of your wrists to stop you. He was ice cold.

“Have you… lost your mind?” Loki was cut off by a loud hiss escaping his lips when your fingertips brushed against his erection. He was large—much larger than he would be in his Aesir form, you presumed, and his cock too was blue and covered in dozens of ridges.

“It won’t go away on its own,” you whispered. “You know it won’t. It’s okay.”

Braver this time, you stroked him again, creating more skin on skin contact. Loki was still holding on to you tightly but made no move to stop you. The touch of a female… it must have been bringing some sort of relief already. Coming here had been the right decision.

“Loki…” You murmured. Finally, your hand closed around his incredibly hard cock entirely and you began to jerk him off—gently at first, only to pick up speed when his breathing grew even heavier than it already was. Defeated, he dropped his head against the wall, revealing his blue neck to you. “Please let me help you.” You repeated. “It’s okay. I trust you.” Upon those words, Loki’s eyes widened barely noticeably. Perhaps it was all he had needed to hear to lose his self-control and composure entirely.

Growling like a wild animal, he suddenly started at you, pushing you back firmly so you lost your balance like a beetle on its back, wrapped his ice cold hands around your ankles and pulled you into him. Your back collided with the floor, knocking all air out of your lungs. You gasped for air all the while Loki busied himself with your clothes. Any layer of fabric was too much. He wanted you naked for him. His sheer strength petrified you when he tore at your pyjamas and ripped them to pieces until they were scattered all over the cell. You trembled—but it wasn’t the icy temperature of his blue skin that made your limbs shake so much. It was, so you realised when your widened eyes fell on his massive erection, now fully springing free from his tight trousers, your own arousal growing into dizzying heights. This, whatever it was, excited you—maybe even way more than it should.

Once more, the God of Mischief grabbed your ankles, forcing your legs open. Your heart skipped a beat when he laid his blood-red eyes upon your bare pussy. Your lower lips must have been glistening with your juices in the artificial light of the cell. Loki growled, his long and cold fingers gripping your ankles so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming. Eagerly, he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his hard and ice cold cock teasing your clit. A moan escaped your lips, urging him on. The fire in his eyes had returned, like your body had set his ablaze.

He spread you even further for him, your nails digging into the metal floor beneath you—and then he claimed you for his own. Inch by antagonising inch, he split you apart, sheathing himself so deep inside of you all air was knocked from your lungs yet again. He was ice cold and he was much larger than the average man; and you were beginning to understand that yes, female Jötuns were anatomically different than humans. Human women were not made for taking such long cocks… so why did every single powerful thrust of his feel so good?

Loki pulled out almost completely, with only the tip remaining inside of you, only to plunge back inside only the fraction of a second later, fucking you furiously. Your tight and wet walls appeared to mould around his manhood, gripping him tightly, asking for more despite the almost unbearable coldness against your most intimate parts. No longer were you in control of your arms. They reached up, palms gliding over his bare chest and enjoying the coldness under your fingertips. Fascinated and aroused at the very same time, you traced every single ridge on Loki’s body while he was fucking you senseless, until your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to take the pleasure. His long manhood his spots inside of you which you had never known even existed. He leaned down, at last letting go of your ankles, instead taking a hold of your wrists to pin them both down right above your head and pressing his body so tightly against yours that your clit kept rubbing against his pelvis with every single stroke. You moaned, stricken by ecstasy, and arched your back as you kept moving your hips up to meet his thrusts.

Aroused, you looked down, watching how his blue cock kept sliding in and out of you, spreading your lips as they enveloped him welcomingly.

Loki groaned, his attention steering towards your breasts as they bounced with each of his rough thrusts. Hungrily, he lowered his face, his cold breath ghosting over your mounts, and sucked your right nipple into his mouth—hard. He nibbled, suckled pulled and bit until the already hardened nub was throbbing with pleasure and need and he repeated the same blissful procedure with your left nipple all the while he kept rutting into you uncontrollably.

“Loki…” You wondered if, in his current state, he would be able to speak. As of right now, he indeed reminded you of a wolf who would annihilate anything standing between him and his subject of desire, his prey—you.

Your toes curled, the promising and numbing sensation growing in your lower abdomen having you scream his name over and over again. You could already feel yourself clenching around him, your body urging him on to mark you with his seed and impregnate you and when he finally released himself into you, burying his cock as deep inside of you as was physically possible and coating your walls with his load, he triggered your own release.

You came with a loud moan, feeling him twitch against you as your pussy contracted around him again and again until you collapsed underneath him, spent and tired from his vigorous fucking. Loki, on the other hand, didn’t even think about letting you be. Unceremoniously, he pulled you on his lap so you came to snuggle up against his cold and naked chest, your face hidden in his neck. He supported himself by leaning against the metal wall, his cock still resting deep inside of you.

“How… are you… feeling?” You breathed out, barely able to keep your eyes open. Being taken thoroughly by a Frost Giant had been a lot more exhausting than you had initially assumed.

He was panting, his eyes almost shut. His erection inside you, however, was still very prominent and nowhere near ebbing down.

“Better… soon.” He growled into your ear. Soon? A high-pitched scream escaped your lips when he sank his teeth into your neck and bit down hard enough to make you squirm on his lap. You could still feel his ice cold sperm dribbling out of you and coating his own cock when he grabbed your arse and began moving you up and down his cold rut, forcing you to ride him.

“Oh… fuck…” You choked out. You were tender already, sensitive to the touch. This was too much, too soon. Yet Loki was too caught up in his pleasure and urges to give you a break. He took you several more times that night, eliciting orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from you—until you were on the verge of passing out.

You awoke with a hunger unlike one you had never experienced before. Irritated, you crawled out of bed—using the toilet but skipping your morning routine to get to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. It was only seven. Loki had not… released you until half past six. There was no way your body could have drawn enough rest from this meagre hour of sleep.

Be that as it may—for now, you were hungry. Quietly, you tiptoed into the kitchen, ignoring the sweet ache and tenderness between your legs and resisting the urge to cup yourself through your pyjama bottoms. The white and bright light of the fridge blinded you when you opened it and reached for a package of juice and one of those pre-packed turkey sandwiches Tony kept buying. Unceremoniously, you then closed the fridge with your butt and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. And you kept returning to the fridge until Steve joined you in the kitchen to have a cup of coffee and then go for a run. When had you ever been this hungry before? Was it because of the aggressive sex you had had with Loki? Jesus…

You blushed when Steve asked you how you had slept—and you were rather grateful you had been smart enough to switch off the security cameras before… helping Loki out. He had still been in his Jötun form when you left at long last but he had looked content and… satisfied, in the most carnal manner possible. You would wait until the rest of the Avengers were up to check on him, to not raise any suspicion.

So when Thor staggered into the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face, you nearly jumped from your seat.

“Good morning!” He yelled—clearly in a very good mood. He managed to scarf down an entire package of fruit loops before you couldn’t take it anymore and aggressively scratched your fork over your empty plate until the room went awkwardly quiet.

“Didn’t you forget something?” You asked him heatedly. The God of Thunder frowned.

“No! I did flush the toilet this morning, (Y/N).”

Rolling your eyes, you stood.

“Loki. Loki is still one level below you, locked up in a cell, in pain, while you are enjoying your breakfast.” You hoped though, sincerely, that he was no longer in pain.

“(Y/N)… we spoke about this, there is nothing we can do. Down there, he can’t hurt himself or anyone else. I told you I’m going to Asgard soon, I will speak to—”

It was in this moment that your plate broke in half. You had, subconsciously, used your fork to stab it so forcefully it fell apart like a rotten apple. Eyes widening, you mumbled an apology.

“Sorry… I just… no one should be suffering like this. You all heard him last night.”

Bruce gave you a gentle smile. “You’ve always had a big heart for everyone, huh?” You nodded quickly. They did not need to know about your feelings… or the arousing ache between your legs. Your heart was racing. You took a deep breath, hurrying out of the kitchen without cleaning up behind you. Instead, you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom and turned on the tap to splash some cold water on your face. The icy temperature calmed you once it came in contact with your skin, reminding you of him—if only for a moment.

You were shaking. What on Earth was wrong with you? You took a quick shower to wind down, threw on an oversized sweater and then headed downstairs to the prison cells. A glance at the monitor of the security camera made you let out a relieved breath. Loki had indeed gone back to his Aesir form—and he did no longer seem to be in pain. It was, so you wondered, very unusual, however, to not complain and wreak havoc so the Avengers would let him out but then again… would they truly believe him if he told them he had overcome his heat?

With another deep breath, you opened the cell door and slipped inside.

“You were not supposed to see me like this last night. No one was.” He said quietly before you could even open your mouth, not bothering to make eye contact with you.

“Did you know? What was happening to you?”

“Yes.” He snorted, a bitter smile spreading on his thin lips. “I believed I would be able to control it.” Finally, he looked up, his blue eyes locking with yours. “Did I hurt you?” Your lips parted in surprise. Slowly, you shook your head.

“No… I mean… it was quite pleasurable… for me as well… actually.” You choked out sheepishly.

“Hmm… that I could tell,” Loki gave you a light smirk. “Thank you.” He said then—and for the first time since you had met him, you sensed true honesty and sincerity in his smooth voice.

“I’ll leave the door open.” You returned his smile; the planes in your belly flying loops.

“We are… keeping this between us, are we not?” He hastened to ask when you turned around.

“Of course.” After all, no one needed to know you had let Loki mate with you to regain control over his loins.

It was five days after your intimate encounter with Loki when your constant shaking became worse enough for him to notice—and if that wasn’t bad enough already, your body had begun to sweat; a lot. Day in and out, you had to change your sheets as if your bed was your personal sauna—or your personal hell.

You felt like you had been hit by a bus, like an extremely nasty form of the flu had you in its steel grip tightly, unwilling to let you go. Sleep, however, to get some rest and recover, would not come either. Two hours per night at most, three if you got lucky. And instead of getting better, it became worse.

He had been restless ever since. It could not be. After all, it had also never… or had it? Growling to himself, he locked the door to his room, enjoying the quietness and most of all, utter privacy.

Not a soul in the nine realms was aware he was still in the possession of the Tesseract. So when he produced it out of thin air—his large hand momentarily surrounded by a green mist—he made sure to hurry and quickly teleported himself back to Asgard. Heimdall would never open the Bifrost for him if he wasn’t accompanied by Thor.

He was worried about you and his surprise about these particular circumstances was remarkably low. When he closed his eyes, he could still taste your hard nipples on his tongue from when he had suckled on them. He remembered how warm your body felt against his when he had cradled you in his lap and the thought of your tight cunt around his throbbing cock stirred arousal in his leather trousers if only he indulged in reminiscences for too long. Most of all, however, he was unable to forget the sincere smile on your face when you had freed him from the cell the next day… and the mesmerised gaze you had met him with when he had ravished your sweet quim over and over again.

With another deep breath, he disappeared in an ice cold cloud of smoke.

Sneaking past the guards and into the palace library—the one place he had spent hours on end in growing up here, hiding away from Thor, his friends and the world, reading and hoarding knowledge—was pathetically easy. He knew exactly what to look for, what lecture would confirm his worrying suspicions. Once he found what he had been searching, he sat down on the windowsill—another usual spot he found comfort in—and began his research. He had known about the impact of a male Jötun’s seed on his female counterpart, of course; for even though he despised his own race, he, as opposed to Thor, had paid attention during their private tutoring lessons as children. The heavy book in his hands, however, made him, the God of Mischief and Trickery, hold his breath. What Loki had not known was that the repercussion of a male Jötun’s seed did not just occur in Jötun females. It applied to any species—including humans. However, the chances of survival for weaker lifeforms were alarmingly low.

Abandoning the book, he hurried out of the library and into the city. There was someone he needed to speak to.

“With all due respect, my prince but you are not welcome here.” Loki rolled his eyes. He knew it would not be fun, exactly, to seek out his ex-partners and ask about their well-being long after he had left them. The man opening him when he knocked on Sigyn’s door, a woman he had been engaged with for several years in his youth, was about as tall as Thor—his right hand decorated with a golden ring. Husband. Just great. And, judging by his obvious dismay of finding him on his doorstep, she must have told him about their shared past.

“I need to speak to your wife. Urgently. That is an order.” Sigyn’s husband growled, clenching his fists but stepped aside regardless. Loki made sure not to pay any attention to the furniture and his surroundings. Toys were scattered all across the living room, hinting that Sigyn had become both wife and mother in his absence. Her face fell when she spotted Loki standing in the middle of the small room—truly like he would even have preferred Helheim over being here of all places—as pale as a ghost.

“Loki… I mean… your highness. What… brings you here?”

“I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Um… by all means. Sit down. Would you like some ale?”

“No.” Sigyn pointed at the rectangular kitchen table and then sat down opposite of him. Her hands were folded on the surface of the polished wood.

“It is good to see you.”

“Likewise… Now this will sound odd,” he began unceremoniously, ignoring her husband towering above him with his arms crossed. “But I have to know how you fared after we separated. Not… emotionally. Physically.” He emphasised.

“Physically? That is indeed odd. Oh, I… um… let me see, it’s been such a long time. I had quite an appetite after you left,” she laughed, clearly uncomfortable with his presence. Loki sighed.

“An appetite. What more than that?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Except… yes, of course! I fell ill a few days after. The healers never found out what my body was rebelling against. It lasted for a few months. Tiredness, insomnia, attacks of sweat and I could not stop shaking. Why do you ask? Did you… did you experience it too?”

“No,” he replied quickly, a nauseous feeling spreading in his guts. You were showing the exact same symptoms. Symptoms of addiction. “You said it lasted for a few months?”

“I am sorry, your highness but is there a point to this interrogation? My wife has to feed the baby.”

“We’re almost done.” He barked, glaring at Sigyn’s husband from the corner of his eye.

“It did,” Sigyn confirmed. “But then it never returned.”

“Thank you. That will be all.” Loki took a deep breath and stood, resisting the urge to massage the bridge of his nose to clear his thoughts. It was only when he turned on his heel to leave this way too harmonic place that he noticed Sigyn’s husband had left the door open for him. He rolled his eyes.

“Loki! I-I mean, your highness…”

“Loki is fine, Sigyn. We have seen each other naked, after all.” Beside him, he could practically hear her husband gnashing his teeth. He smirked.

“I understand you do not wish to share with me what troubles you but whatever it is, I hope everything will turn out to be alright.”

Loki gave her a smile. It was as honest as he could muster in this tense situation. Sigyn had always known when he was being plagued by dark sorrows, even before he learned about his true parentage. Much like you. You too had been able to tell he had been unwell, both physically and mentally. He swallowed thickly.

“Thank you, Sigyn.”

He had to see Amora, too. They had not exactly gone separate ways peacefully but if she had experienced the same symptoms as Sigyn after their break-up, he had to get back to you immediately. And he had to tell you. The truth, a luxury given his nature, was the very least you deserved.

“Where have you been?” Thor roared as soon as he entered the kitchen to pick up one of those cold drinking chocolates you had introduced him to a while back—the ridiculous amount of sugar would help you, if only for a moment. The presence of Tony, Nat, Bucky, Steve and Thor, leaning against the counter or sitting at the kitchen table, he ignored as best as he could. He would have preferred to be alone now.

Loki quirked his eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Asgard, given that you were unwilling to get help yourself.”

“How? Heimdall wouldn’t…”

“There is a lot Heimdall does not know, brother.” Thor grumbled something he did not understand but it sounded awfully like a curse word in Old Norse.

“Whatever. Have you seen (Y/N)? Her room is down the same hallways as yours, has she left her room lately?” Tony barked at him.

“As far as I am concerned, she has Vision bring her excessive amounts of food, for she is too weak to come to the kitchen herself. No. I have not seen her around.” He replied nonchalantly, with false disinterest. This time, so it seemed, however, his choice of tone, equalled shooting himself in the foot.

“We need to get her to the hospital. None of the medicines I gave her worked even a little bit—and I contacted the best doctors I know.” Loki suppressed a scoff. As if a hospital full of human ‘doctors’ would be able to help you. The only one who could… was he.

“For Fuck’s sake, she has been feeling ill ever since…” Tony’s face fell. “Ever since we locked up your brother.” Belligerently, his gaze wandered over to Loki again. “Okay, Reindeer Games, what did you do to her and don’t even try to lie to me!”

“You do assume, automatically, that I have something to do with it?” He mocked. Tony clenched his fists.

“Loki,” Thor added calmly. “Do you… know something?” The God of Mischief sighed. If he told them, what little trust they had in his capabilities as an Avenger would vaporise like smoke. It mattered not. In fact, he could not care less if any of those self-proclaimed heroes even liked him. Yet if he spoke the truth… surely they would do anything in their power to keep you away from him—which was exactly what they could not do if they wanted you to survive and feel better again as much as he did. He could just take care of the problem on his own… sooner or later, however, they were bound to find out about their intimate encounters, and he was beyond keeping secrets like that. If he wanted to make love to you, then he would, may the Norns help him.

“It is… my seed.” He choked out reluctantly.

“Your… what!? Your… yeah, no, I can’t say that out loud without throwing up… is making her sick!?”

“The seed of a male Jötun is causing… an addiction. Withdrawal will make her weak and ill.” Loki looked up grimly. “Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships.”

“What, like penguins? How did she even come in contact with… did you… did you rape her? I swear to God, I will kill you.”

“I did not lay a finger on her.” Loki replied darkly.

Tony threw his hands up in the air. “So how did your happy juice get inside of her in the first place then!? How did that happen, I wonder?”

“She came to me voluntarily, Stark!”

“But you knew? If you knew it would make her sick, why didn’t you stop her, you selfish asshole!?”

“How!? How, Stark!? Resisting the urge to mate in heat is like attempting to suppress a sneeze. It’s impossible. Don’t bother your pathetic human mind with things you do not understand.”

“Loki…” Thor began warningly. The God of Mischief ignored him with a hostile growl.

“(Y/N) would never do that.” Tony said then.

“Perhaps you do not know her as well as you thought you do.”

“You little shit, I will…” Tony jumped from his chair as if stung by an adder, prompting Loki to draw one of his daggers seemingly out of nowhere when he started at him. Both Natasha and Steve barely managed to hold him back.

“Leave it, Tony. This is Loki. He is just trying to provoke you.” Nat appeased.

Just this one time, however, they were wrong. Loki did, in fact, care about you. It was just he had not realised that until you had willingly offered your body to him when he had been in pain. Glaring at them darkly, he rose from his chair.

“I am going to fix this.” He spat. It almost sounded like a threat. “Not for you. I could watch you drop dead to my feet without so much as blinking. But for her.” Fuming, he stormed out, his right fist still clutching at his dagger in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. And as of right now, Thor knew better than to stop him.

He needed to see you. Remorse and guilt were eating him up from the inside out—and it wasn’t just the fact you had helped him in spite of everything he had done to Midgard only a few years back. It was… you were… Loki closed his eyes for a brief moment. You were his.

When he knocked on your door, there was no response. Now there was a chance you were asleep, yet he somehow knew better than to leave and try again later as to not startle you. After all… he was going to make you feel better.

He slipped inside, locking the door behind him with magic so you would not be disturbed. The sight of you almost broke his heart. You were trembling, buried under a pile of blankets, pale and weak.

“(Y/N)…” He spoke with a quiet voice, approaching you slowly. Your eyes opened when you heard his voice, your weak body barely managing to turn over to look at him. A cough escaped your lips before you could answer him.

“Hey…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Terrible.” You tried for a laugh but could only manage another cough. With a straight face, he sat down on the edge of the bed so he was able to bring his palm to your forehead. You were incredibly warm, yet the sweat made your skin cold to the touch. His heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he was worried you only had a few weeks left until your body gave up fighting the withdrawal. He would not, ever let this happen.

“I brought you some cold drinking chocolate.”

“Oh…” You chuckled weakly. “Thank you. Is that the only reason you came?”

“No,” he laughed. “I came to check on you.”

“An eye for an eye, huh?” Your eyes fell shut when you smiled.

“Hmm… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated than that.” He purred. You never noticed how his eyes fell on your crotch, even if it was covered by a bunch of blankets. Slowly but determined, he slid his left hand under the layers of fabric until he found what he was searching for. With skilled fingers, he began to massage your clit until he felt you responding to his attentive touches. You arched your back, your sex growing wetter and wetter fast—like your body knew exactly what would follow. Licking his lips, he scooped some of it up to spread all over your quim and create even more friction. You were squirming by the time he removed the blankets entirely and positioned himself between your legs, careful not to shift all of his body weight onto you.

Was he going to… did he… could he possibly… reciprocate your feelings? Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies awakening in your belly. If only you could…

“Loki… Loki, I… I really want to do this again too but… not now, I’m… I really don’t feel well.”

“Shhh…” He would ponder over your words later. You wanted to do this again too? Had it not just be compassion and pity that had driven you to offer him your most intimate parts for relief? And what if you refused him now? You had to trust him. So he shut you up by pressing his lips against yours, capturing them in a passionate kiss and then, once again slowly but determined, removed the blankets and peeled your pyjama from you until he had you naked—fine, he had helped with magic; and he was certainly too impatient to remove his own clothes, so instead contented himself with freeing his growing erection from his trousers only.

A whimper escaped your lips when you caught sight of his arousal, his tip—not blue but the colour of flesh this time—pressing against your entrance. He slid inside you to the hilt with almost no resistance, your warm pussy welcoming him in. Loki moaned when your walls gripped him tightly; it was like your body already knew his release would make it feel better. Only this time, he was in control. This time, he would take his time and make gentle love to you—right until you began to tremble underneath him for entirely different reasons.

Your eyes fell shut when Loki started moving, retreating almost completely only to plunge back deep inside of you fast and passionately. You were too weak to buck your hips, as much as you would have loved to. And despite your weariness, he felt incredible. You were unable to decide which form of his you liked better.

You kissed him again when his nose brushed against yours and his breath tickled your lips, bathing in the intimacy between you. But when he slid his hand down to where your bodies were united to pamper your clit all the while speeding up, hungry for his release, you stopped him, albeit gently.

“I… I don’t think I can, I’m too… but I… it’s okay.” You murmured. “Cum.”

It was a request he could not resist, not any longer. Thrusting forward a few more times, his release was beginning to overwhelm him. He groaned into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your cheek, and let his climax consume him. He was throbbing against your walls, his seed—surprisingly warm and not as cold as it had been the first time—filling you to the brim and until you could feel it dribbling out of you again. Loki stilled, turning you over so you both rested on the mattress on your sides, with his slowly softening cock still inside of you and one of your legs draped over his hips. One heartbeat passed, then another and another. And just like that… you felt like you had been reborn.

“How… I feel so much better.” Loki kept silent. Remorse was sparkling in his blue eyes. Avoiding your curious gaze, he looked down, with a start fascinated with the blue roses on your bed sheets.

“Loki?”

“You did fail to read all of it, did you not?” He stated quietly.

“What… what do you mean?”

“The book you took from my shelf. I looked it up when you got worse. It wasn’t until I left for Asgard that I realised why our… sexual encounter is making you ill.”

“I… wait… Does that mean you believe it has something to do with you? I mean… what we did? Is it… I’m not pregnant, am I!?”

“No. You are not.” He smirked at you weakly. “That, I would have sensed already. No… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated. Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships. They never… switch their partners once they mated during their first heat. If they do…” Loki took a deep breath. “It appears that the seed of a Frost Giant triggers some sort of… addiction for their female partner. They develop a carnal craving for their seed which forces them to keep returning for… more.”

Biologically speaking, this was a downright bulletproof way of ensuring the survival of a species—the Jötuns’ own bodies turning against them and demanding sex. The gravity of his words, however, hit you only a moment later. So this was why you had been feeling so sick lately. You were showing signs of… addiction. Your body had become addicted to Loki’s seed. You swallowed thickly.

“I-is there… is there a way to stop this?”

“I went to speak to my former partners back on Asgard—which, to be frank, does not just sound like a disaster. But I needed to know if they experienced any symptoms similar to yours when we… separated.” You ignored the painful sting in your heart when he said ‘former partners’. Of course Loki had had sex before, had perhaps even been in love. He did not strike you as the type of Norse God who was unexperienced in the art of love making. After all, he had more than just proved this to you. It mattered not, not now.

“And… did they?” You probed nervously.

Loki nodded seriously. “They were both bedridden for months, plagued by uncontrollable trembling and sweating. Their appetite increased, they ate twice as much than they usually would without ever feeling truly full… and they barely slept anymore, tossing and turning for most of the night. Amora added she became increasingly violent as well. They, of course, believed it was a virus which would pass, eventually.” Terrified, you remembered how you had broken your plate in the kitchen the night after your lovemaking. It all made sense now.

But you did not dare ask what this meant. When dreaming of having a relationship with Loki, you had not imaged a partnership out of physical and sexual necessity which would feel like a chore to him; like an obligation now that you had helped him out, after all.

“But they were Asgardian.” He suddenly said, pausing to let his words sink in. “You are human. You are mortal. I am uncertain you would survive…” If I stopped having sex with you. Is that what he had meant to say before he stopped himself abruptly?

Taking a deep and shaky breath, you gathered all of your courage, as weak as it may be.

“This is all my own fault, Loki.”

“It is not—“

“N-no, let me speak. It’s my fault. You couldn’t help it. And I came to you on my own accord. But…” You swallowed. “Even if I had known, I still would have helped you.”

The God of Mischief frowned when you reached for his hand and held it—but it was a downright vulnerable expression.

“Loki… I’m not going to expect you to keep having sex with me if you don’t… I mean…” It was then he began to smirk cheekily.

“And if I do?” Loki had truthfully speaking always been a puzzle—always keeping his deepest thoughts and feelings all to himself. Until now. So he did reciprocate your feelings.

“Y-you do?” His smirk widened.

“It… does get better after a while, once the pair is more acquainted to each other’s bodies,” he continued. “And they are then able to spend more time apart without any signs of withdrawal showing. Ultimately, however, once the male Jötun claimed her, the female is bound to him… if he decides to keep her.”

Despite your weakness, you raised an eyebrow. “That sounds pretty sexist, Lokes.” Loki looked up. His heart jumped when you gave him a nickname.

“Sexist? No. Dominant? Yes.” He growled darkly.

“You’re right. It’s probably not sexist given that male Frost Giants go into heat.” You giggled in response. Loki tickled your sides for that remark, making you wriggle around on the bed. If your hunch was not deceiving your love-drunken mind, then the God of Mischief had just begun to court you.

“Loki?” You mused, raising your voice in a shy manner.

“Hmm?”

“I think I feel fit enough now to have an orgasm.”

The God of Mischief laughed—as heartily as you had never heard him laugh before. “Do you now?”

Next thing you knew he was already on top of you again, covering your naked body with tender kisses.

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Nanami Kento x Reader

Warnings: nsfw. Fingering, tender sex, morning sex, praise kink (sort of), unprotected sex/breeding kink, mention of pregnancy (its like one sentence). Established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut. Afab reader.

Notes: domsetic fluff turned morning sex

Days where you wake up in his arms are rather rare.

Usually, he's ready for work by the time you get up. His day starts earlier than yours. You still make it a point to give him a kiss before he leaves. He'd often have something for breakfast ready, and make you lunch if he had the time. Nanami was always a better cook- you were a bit of a terror in the kitchen. When he arrived home he'd tell you little about his work. You knew of it, although he had little to say. He only actively spoke of it if he had overtime, and only to complain.

That didn't mean you weren't curious. There were a million questions you had for him; if he answered one, it would only add to the growing pile of other ones.

Married life wasn't what you expected.

It took a year to convince him to date you. Prior to that, the two of you had been roommates for nearly the same time. Over time you had gotten used to having him around. He was the one constant in life. People came and went, jobs you started and quit, but he was always there.

Things weren't all that different from the way they were before. Switching to married life felt natural. So much so that it was a bit frightening. It makes you wonder if this is all there is to it. If that's the case, then you could live with it.

You're not quite sure what wakes you up, but you're surprised to feel his body still beside you. Early morning light streams in through the cracks in the curtains. His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. The faint scent of his cologne—something woody mixed with something sweet, like vanilla—still hangs onto him. Uncertain if he's still awake, you call out his name. To no response.

Slowly his hand creeps up your thigh, resting on your stomach for a moment before he's pressing his thumb under the waistband of your shorts. Nanami's touches are feather-light as his fingers just barely ghost over your skin. The soft feeling of his thumb grazing your clit makes you jump. He smooths a hand over your hair, cooing words of praise as he leans forward to nip at your ear. Goosebumps raise along your shoulder.

Nanami presses a quick kiss to your neck, going back to suck a dark mark into the skin. It'll be hard to cover up tomorrow. Gently he drags his thumb across your slit through the thin fabric of your panties. You part your legs just a bit to give him more room. He shoves down your shorts—along with your panties—baring your sex. You lift your hips for just a moment to kick them off, throwing them to the side. Your shirt quickly goes the same way. Then his. Nanami pulls you in for a quick kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip until you let his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of the slick muscle is intoxicating. You're already half drunk off the scent of his cologne.

He knows just how to make you melt under his touch. He has a way of pressing your buttons, leaving you crawling back for more. Part of you is embarrassed at how quickly you turn to putty in his hands.

When he pulls away, there's an audible pop! as your lips part. He leans back down to kiss you again. It's only a peck this time, but the same amount of fire is behind it.

A low laugh escapes him when he feels the slick that's collected between your legs. In any other circumstance you'd be a bit embarrassed at how quickly he riles you up. He hooks his arm under your knee, forcing your legs further apart. His thumb brushes over your clit, working in soft, teasing motions. When you try to grind down onto his hand, he simply huffs and pulls his hand away, leaving you aching with need.

"Ken, please-"

"Please what?" He asks. "Use your words..."

"Fuck me!"

To that, he cruelly laughs. The noise comes from low in his chest. You're almost ashamed at the throb it sends right to your cunt. Almost.

He mutters a soft "good" as he eyes you up and down, sizing you up like you're some sort of opponent.

He works you open with his fingers. Just the one at first—then adding a second—rubbing against your g-spot. His fingers are thin, but long, and know just where to prod in a way that makes you whimper. Your eyes roll back when he strokes a particularly sensitive spot. Nanami takes notice of this, and proceeds to add a third. His thumb rubs small circles against your clit. A familiar heat pools low in your stomach. His touches only make you more needy. When your pussy clamps around his fingers—you're close to your own release—he realizes his own need, pressing against your back. Grinding against your thigh only does so much.

Typically he isn't the type to tease. It makes you wonder what's gotten him so worked up.

He pinches your clit between two of his fingers before resuming their circles. His movements are skilled—he's had practice—making you melt under his touch. The wetness that collects between your thighs nearly drips down his hand, making it glisten in the low light.

He finds the squeal you make when you cum endearing, using the moment to kiss you, right on the corner of your lips.

You ride out your orgasm on his hand; shaky, but nearly ready for another round. It won't take you long- he's seen it happen before. Soon you're sitting up, facing him, your cheeks red and your lips bitten pink. He commits the look of your flushed form to memory.

He'd have to tease you more often.

Nanami palms himself through his boxers. He frees his leaking cock. The head is a ruddy color, and rather angry looking, swollen with need. His spare hand moves to knead the soft flesh of your breasts, working your nipples into stiff peaks. He guides your hand to his cock, closing your fist around his member. It's long—a little over six inches—but not too thick. The weight of it is heavy in your hands. You give him a few teasing pumps, making sure your touches are achingly slow. Instantly he notices, giving one of your nipples a harsh pinch, though not hard enough to hurt. When you squeak and mumble a weak: "I'm sorry" he only nips at your ear and chuckles. Any attempt you make to regain control of the situation only digs your grave deeper.

"Are you going to be good?" His lips press against your temple.

Weakly you nod.

"Good." He coos. "You're always so good for me."

He shifts so you're left lying on your stomach underneath him, hips lifted slightly and pulled flush to his. Your body is tacky with sweat—maybe a bit of saliva too—he drags you in closer. Nanami leans forward to mumble into your ear. Sometime during this his teeth find your shoulder, your flesh sporting a crescent shaped mark to show. You're not quite sure if it'll bruise. Probably.

"Had to work overtime." He says, the slightest bit of venom in his tone. "Again. Not happy."

At this you let out a small giggle. That's the second time this week. That must be why he came home so late last night. He never tried to hide his dislike for it. Instead of chatting with you, he simply went to bed.

The head of his cock presses against your entrance, slick with his own need. There's no resistance as he presses right into you, although he still gives you a moment to adjust. Nanami fits right in you, your pussy so tight and warm around him. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to how good you feel. He's had his fair share of partners, but they all pale in comparison to you.

His large hands knead at the flesh of your ass and thighs. He's always admired how soft you are; the curve of your breasts, your stomach, your hips. Even the harsh angles of your face, the way it twists and contorts in pleasure. To him, you were truly the most beautiful thing in existence. There's not much he wouldn't do for you.

He's always preferred to fuck you slow and deep. He could watch you squirm and writhe under him for hours if you'd let him. Nanami has never been one for quickies. Sometimes they're nice, but he always prefers to take his time with you.

Slowly he rolls his hips against yours. You inhale sharply, gripping at the sheets. His pace starts out a bit slow, but he leaves none of your sweet spots untouched.

The second you start to get a bit loud he pulls out, making you whine in frustration.

"Needy today, aren't we, love?"

You grovel at the pet name, hardly amused. "Just touch me dammit."

Nanami's relatively collected demeanor falters when you clench around him, pulling him back in. His fingers dig into your hips, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped indents in your skin.

"Oh fuck-" his thrusts grow erratic, "fuck! I love you I love you I-"

"I love you too!"

His fingers lace with yours. Momentarily he brings your hand to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. The action is so slow and soft you're not quite sure if you feel it.

"I'm so happy I married you."

His free hand goes back to toying with your clit, harshly pinching the bud between two fingers before tracing circles around it. The movements are a bit erratic. He must be close. To stifle a groan, he leans forward, sinking his teeth into the junction of flesh where your shoulder and neck meet. Not hard enough to hurt, although it may leave a bruise. Some possessive feeling deep within him made him proud of the marks he left.

It's enough to send you over the edge. The dam has broken, the floodgates have opened. You cum around him hard, your entire body shuddering as you cry out. The neighbors certainly can hear. Noise complaints happen a bit too often for your liking. He groans as his own release paints your walls white. You feel so full.

Nanami pulls out slowly as to not spill any of his cum, taking a moment to admire his work, and the look of your fucked-out form; the red handprints on your ass, the nail marks in your soft flesh, the way your neck and chest blush along with your face. It makes him wonder how you'd look with your belly swollen with his child.

He'd have to do this more often.

Dramatically you flop down on the bed, chest heaving. A single drop of cum spills onto the sheets. He lays down beside you, taking a moment to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You'd be sore tomorrow. Your neck already sports red teeth marks, and half-faded hickeys. He presses a kiss to the mark, rather proud of his work. His arms snake around your body, holding you close to him.

Nanami has never been this much in love.

You're half asleep when he pulls away. It's almost time for him to head to work. Gojo needs his help with something, he's not quite sure what.

Gojo can wait.

He's tucking himself back into his boxers and getting out of bed by the time you turn around. If he notices you staring, he says nothing about it.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"I'm making breakfast."

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #not sfw #jjk smut #nanami smut #i know im posting this at a weird time sorry mutuals

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whoabo · 3 years

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all i have

pairings: bo burnham x reader.

part one: all i wanted.

warnings: swearing, angst, sad bo.

era: inside (2020–21)

a/n: thank you guys for waiting so patiently for the second part. i’m so sorry it’s been so long, i accidentally deleted the first draft and had to re write it. so hopefully you enjoy. ily <3.

four days.

three nights.

you left four days and three nights ago. not even saying ‘i love you’ back.

bo hadn’t stopped calling you since that night. the only time the phone stopped ringing was when he fell asleep. clutching a tear stained pillow with bruce asleep by his feet.

he didn’t realize how much he royally fucked up. he didn’t realize just how much harm he did. he thought you were fine while he was working in the guesthouse. she never complained, so he never asked.

he now realizes how flawed his logic truly is.

when he awoke, his face felt hot. it felt wet. lifting a hand to his cheeks he sighed and stood up. the sound of bones popping as he stretched made him cringe.

he walked down the hallway— not without bending down a smidge to block from hitting the doorway. reaching the living room he collapsed on to the couch. he stared at the wall, one that held a framed photo. it was a picture of you and him, about four to five years ago, it was when he adopted bruce.

he always laughed at the picture when lever his eyes happened to land on it. it was pretty much a selfie of you two, that he printed and framed.

looking at it now makes a feeling rise in his stomach, a feeling that he can’t really describe. it’s not painful nor is it a good feeling. it’s more dreadful, anxiety ridden, if you will.

“jesus fucking christ.” he groaned sitting up.

he could already tell the layout of his day.

sit down, get up, call, sit down, get up, let bruce out, sit down, get up, call, sit down, get up, make lunch, sit down, call, get up, feed bruce, sit down, get up, call, lay down, and eventually cry everything out.

sounds eventful.

as he stood over the stove, cooking some eggs. he made a decision to take a two week long break from his special. he’s gonna spend. that time trying to get you to come home.

grabbing his phone he noticed the time; eleven forty nine. (11:49 am) and zero calls. well one from his mother but not one from the person he so desperately wants to talk to. back to his mother, he’ll just facetime her before he goes to bed.

he opens his phone as he turns off the stove. clicking on the green phone icon, he presses the oh so familiar contact.

the sound of your phone ringing was enough to pull you out of your sleep. your eyes squinted as you lifted up your phone to your face.

the name displayed caused a feeling in your stomach. guilt, anxiety, happiness, anger? who knows. it’s hard to depict the feeling to an exact word. if that makes sense.

“fuck it.”

accept.

not daring to say word, you hold the phone against your ear. the sound of his breathing is almost too loud, that being the only thing audible.

“hello? did- did you answer?” hearing quiet shuffles from the speaker, you close your eyes at the sound of his voice.

“you answered.” he spoke, sounding— almost— marveled that you did.

you sigh and open your eyes, “would you rather i didn’t?”

shit. you didn’t mean for that to sound snarky. but he deserves it.

“no, no. i just— you haven’t been answering me all week so i didn’t really expect you to answer.”

you sit up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. you anxiously note the tip of your nails as you figure out what to say to him.

“i’m sorry.”

really? ‘i’m sorry’? you have nothing to be sorry for, he’s the one who should be apologizing. he ignored you for months while living in the same house together and your gonna say sorry cause you didn’t answer his calls for four days?

that’s not shit compared to what he did.

a bittersweet chuckle left bo’s lips, “you’re sorry? i should be the one apologizing. i was a total fucking douche and left you alone. i shouldn’t have put this special so far above you. and to yell at you— .. god, i’m so sorry, honey.” his voice changed a lot during his mini ramble.

it started off very emotional, then started to get louder. not yelling but not taking in his regular speaking voice. it stood directly in the middle. but. it ended with boarder line whispering.

the way his voice sounded like a plead, in some sorts made you want to just drive home and hug and hold him.

he cleared his throat, “i miss you.”

did you miss him?

of course, who are we kidding.

“i miss you too.”

a gasp was heard from the other side of the phone. it sounded hopeful, excited, happy, etc.

“oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me, honey. god, i’ve missed you so much. i truly realized how much of an asshole boyfriend i was— am. i promise i won’t do that again.” he pleaded.

you take the phone away from your ear and look at your sheets.

just go back home.

“i.. uh.” you stuttered.

“you what, baby?”

you squeezed your eyes shut. it shouldn’t be this hard you’ve said this to him a thousand times before.

“i- i love you, bo. i don’t know when, but i’ll be back. soon. okay?” you whispered. so low, bo could barely hear it. but he caught it.

a noise crackled through which sounded like a sigh of relief.

“of course. take your time. i love you too, y/n.”

two am.

two o’ one am.

two o’ three am.

eventually, two thirty am.

weird time to be waking up and deciding to leave your friends house with a small paper on the fridge thanking her for letting you stay.

with a bag thrown— quite dramatically— in the back seat, you’re off.

there was something about that call. about his voice. the way he sounded like he had been sick or crying, maybe even both. how would you know, you’ve been gone.

the time spent away from him, it was needed. but now it was time to go back and see him. hold him. or hold bruce, whoever came up to you first.

pulling up to the house, you turned you headlight off and sighed. it was relief. the relief of finally being home.

all the lights were off but you saw his car in the drive way. luckily he’s home. but hopefully his in the house.

unlocking the door and making it down the hall to the bedroom door, which was already half way open. you snuck in and saw bo facing away from the door and clutching a pillow to his chest. bruce laid comfortably at his feet. you smiled, eyes tearing up the slightest bit.

your legs and feet start to move, somewhat, on their own and you walk to the other side of the bed. slowly, you slip under the covers and place a hand on top of bo’s.

he jolts a little and mumbles out your name, not able to open his eyes fully. he feels your hand come to contact with his cheek and he sleepily smiles.

“holy fuck, you’re home. i’ve missed you.” he slurs, seemingly too tired to even say words properly. the best he can do to show some kind of affection while being half asleep is moving his head to rest on your chest.

“i missed you too, bo.”

“i’m taking two weeks.. uhm, two weeks off from making my thing.”

you laugh at how tired he sounds. not being able to remember what exactly he’s working on at the moment.

he wraps an arm around your waist and soon enough falls back asleep. you smile and pull the blankets up more. almost covering both of your guys chins.

“goodnight, bo.” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.” he murmurs.

#bo burnham imagine #bo burnham x reader #whoabo #bo burnham #bo burnham fanfic #bo burnham inside #bo fo sho #angst #fluff #fanfic

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your-highnessmarvel · 3 years

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From Bleak to Bright - Part Eleven

All other parts on on my masterlist, link provided below.

AN: soooo um i think this may be a little tension relieving ;;;;)))

Warnings: angst, language, SMUT (18+ ONLY)

MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST

PART ELEVEN

** Two years later, Manhattan, New York **

You scrolled down on your phone, pretending to actually be doing something, while you waited for Natasha. A group of teenagers had come into the cafe, loud, laughing, challenging each other to some stupid fight. You rolled your eyes, chewing on some gum, making sure they kept their distance with you. Who knew what those kids had touched. Ew.

Nat texted you that she was around the corner, and to keep from staying a second longer with the obnoxiously loud teens, you all but ran out the cafe. You marched down the street, spring air brushing through your hair. There was a smell between a wood fire and flowers that drafted from God knows where. The sun was high up, the afternoon in Manhattan hot. Many people walked by wearing shorts or tank tops. Summer was approaching. It brought a smile to your face.

But that smile soon faded as you walked by the newspaper outlet and caught sight of the title.

TWO YEARS SINCE NEW YORK ATTACK

You gulped, biting on the inside of your cheek. It had already been two years since the last time you’d spoken to him? It seemed like way longer. It seemed as if you’d walked into a parallel universe. No one ever talked about him, least of all your friends and family. Least of all you.

You shook your head, brushing away the thoughts that brought you back to all those years ago. You shook away an image of a loft, of a coffee table full of leather-bound books, of hands on your body.

“Hey!”

You looked up, Natasha standing before you in a trendy outfit that made her look like a runway model. She had huge sunglasses perched on her nose, pink bubblegum in her mouth.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yeah!” you answered, trying to hide the newspapers with your body, but you saw how her chin dipped when you walked by. She would surely see the titles and tell your brother. Dammit. You’d been doing so well.

Technically, you’d been doing fine.

Ever since the Avengers had defeated Loki and Thor had brought him back to Asgard, you’d never seen or heard of him. You’d gone to a few rounds of therapy, mostly with psychologists who dealt in soulmates, and after a few months of isolation, Bruce had let you go. It had been a relief to have your phone back, your liberties, your God damn car.

When you’d gotten the keys to your apartment back, it had felt final. But as the last people invited to your “homecoming” celebration had dwindled out, you’d found yourself in a pit.

Everything was muted. Yes, you still saw colors, but without the person behind those colors, you just drifted. Yes, you were happy, somewhat, but whenever you saw couples together, something in your chest burned, like a slow leaking flame. You’d never be like them. Even though you’d heard stories about people marrying someone who wasn’t their soulmate, the simple thought of having another man - except Loki - in your life sent shivers down your spine.

“I heard they got free donuts,” Nat said, bending her head close to yours. You giggled, but there was no heart it in.

She was bringing you to a stupid singles night out. Even though she briefly skirted on the fact that you’d already found your soulmate, she said it was an opportunity “to get out there”.

Hell, maybe it would make you forget Loki, although you highly doubted.

The night went on in a sort of downward spiral. It started off really fast and funny, with music and drinks, and a lot of men fighting to come to talk to you and the hot redhead. But with every passing guy, the more they didn’t look like him, the more they said things that set your teeth on edge, the duller you felt.

Like being emptied slowly, hand by hand, touch by touch.

By the time Nat brought you back to your apartment, you could barely manage a smile.

You tried, once again, fixing your stupid leaking tap but decided against it and went straight to bed. Because of that stupid newspaper, you had nightmares, plagued by a dark-haired prince wearing green and gold armor.

In the morning, you ignored the tap and went to work. When you came back, the tap wasn’t leaking and you thanked your lucky guardian because if you had to hear one more drop, you’d lose it.

The next night, coming home after drinks with your brother, the windowpane was fixed.

You knew something was wrong when your squeaking front door slid on perfectly oiled hinges.

Someone had been in your apartment. Multiple times.

Stepping in your apartment that night, eight nights after the tap was “fixed”, you looked around in the darkness. The shadows seemed denser, more menacing, as if they hadn’t been standing there every night, ever.

You looked at your tiny kitchen. Nothing seemed amiss. You checked the lock, but it locked on its own with no problem. Even better than before.

You couldn’t actually complain about your little home invader because they had fixed all the problems that were slowly driving you to the brink. But you hadn’t said a word to anybody, not even Bruce, because deep down, you knew who’d be waiting for you one night, eventually.

The bathroom light had been changed. It used to flicker all the time, giving you the creeps while you took a shower. But now it opened wildly bright and stayed there.

There. That was the daily change.

You changed in the bathroom, taking a hot, quick shower, keeping the door firmly locked. You felt watched as you padded across your apartment in your jammy shorts and tank top, your hair a wet rope down your back.

The cabinet where you kept your mugs had a faulty knob that had cut you on more than one occasion. It was polished now.

Hands trembling, you pivoted in your kitchen, fingers white-knuckling the countertop.

“I know it’s you,” you murmured, feeling your heart throbbing in your throat. The shadows seemed to listen. “I know what you’ve been doing.”

You apartment seemed to breathe, swallowing your words, digesting them. But nothing came back to you. You kept expecting the shadows to linger, to move, to break away, but everything remained still, quiet.

Your heart plummeted.

You went to bed looking out the window, noticing just how clean it was for an apartment in downtown Manhattan.

You had dreams of him, vivid dreams. You swore you could feel fingers on your cheek the next morning.

It’s when you walked in to the scent of flowers and found a bouquet of your favorite in the kitchen that you truly lost it. It took everything in you not to pick it up and smash the glass vase against the wall. There was no note, but just the fact that now, he wasn’t being so subtle about him breaking and entering, made your heart bash wildly against your ribs.

But you knew what he was doing. He was trying to get to you without the others knowing. He’d surely scourged the place for microphones or cameras, just like you’d done two years ago, and found none. He knew the Avengers, or anybody watching, wouldn’t know he’d been here. And just the fact that you’d told no one about the mysterious repairs in your flat meant everything for him.

You turned, flowers at your back. The shadows seemed to be smiling. They knew he was here.

You were older now, wiser. You knew how to play his little games.

“I’m not afraid,” you said to the dark. The curtains had been drawn in the living room, you noticed, as you made your way there. He’d wanted this to be done in private.

“I know you’re here,” you continued, inching to the windows, intent on pulling them back to shed some moonlight in your apartment. “You can... you can talk to me,” you whispered, heart heavy and harsh in your ribs. Your hands had begun to shake the closer you got to the curtains.

When you wrenched them open, exposing the city beneath you, you could barely take your eyes off the horizon.

Because you saw it.

The flicker.

His face there and then not, your heart wrenching in your chest, causing an audible gasp from your lips to echo in the room.

You felt the heat of him at your back. “I thought you were unafraid?” he asked, his voice rumbling, something vicious seizing your insides with a hot grip.

Something akin to a puzzle piece clicked back into place at the sound of his voice. You could breathe lighter now, see colors more vividly, hear the world around you clearly. All this time, you’d suffocated, been drowning, and now you weren’t.

“I’m not,” you answered, but neither you nor he missed the way your voice trembled.

You felt the warmth of his hand on your hip, saw the reflection of him flicker in the window as he leaned closer, his lips brushing the space beneath your ear. Fire lit everywhere on your flesh as he brought himself flush with you.

He inhaled. “I’ve missed you,” he mumbled against your skin, the sound of it vibrating in your bones.

“Where...” you licked your lips and restarted. “Where have you been?”

His other hand braced just under your throat, long fingers seeping warmth through the fabric of your t-shirt.

“Away,” he mumbled. He slid his hand from your hip to the sliver of skin under the hem of your t-shirt and you hummed involuntarily. His touch was like no other’s. “You’re so soft,” he mumbled.

You tried not to forget that he’d left you there on the floor two years ago, but the way his body fit against yours made any logical thought seep from your brain.

“I’ve dreamt of you for so long,” he drawled, making it seem as if you’d been separated for an eternity. “I’ve dreamt of your eyes. Your voice. The way your body fits right onto mine.” He shifted slightly, pressing you harshly against him. “I’ve not the heart to take another woman to bed. I want it to be you.”

His words sent a strange heat dripping down into your belly, heavy and wanting. Your mouth parted, and the hand Loki had against your chest slipped up until his thumb pressed against your mouth. “How sweet of you,” you said against his thumb.

He chuckled lowly. “I can show you sweet,” he said.

“I rather you practice restraint,” you mumbled, even though deep down, you meant none of it.

He chuckled again, shaking his head, lowering his hand back so it lay lightly around your throat. Then his chuckle turned into a groan, his force deepening. “Y/n,” but now his voice was pleading, like a man who’d been deprived of everything. “Please. I’ve thought of you all this time. Don’t push me away. Not you.”

The last part made you frown, but you nonetheless pushed from him, turning to face him. He had deep, dark circles under his eyes, his face ashen as if he hadn’t slept in a millennia. His hair was slightly longer, curling along his jaw, hiding his ears. He wore a white t-shirt and black slacks, but he was cold as you pressed your fingers against his shoulders.

“Okay,” you whispered. You tried not to maintain eye contact because the haunted look in his green eyes made you sick.

He bent forward slightly, grasping your face between his huge, warm hands. The first brush of his lips was soft, sending butterflies scuttling across your belly. But then he gripped your face, bringing you to him, and kissed you like he was a starving man and you were his reprieve.

A strangled moan left his throat, his lips molding to yours, driving you backwards until your spine hit the window. One hand went to the glass to soften your fall, but he didn’t let up his rhythm. You could barely keep up anyway.

He kept kissing you so harshly, delving his tongue between your teeth, angling your head back to kiss you deeply, that every rational thought in you just went to dust.

You gripped his back, marveling at the strong muscle, bringing him flush against you. One hand went to his hair, knotting in the raven locks, tugging until you swore you’d hurt him. But he kept kissing you, hands venturing to your hips, sliding over your ass, gripping your thighs and hauling you up.

On instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his arousal just where you wanted him, and he spun you away from the window. How he moved with such eloquence as he devoured your mouth befuddled you, but when your ass found the countertop and Loki pressed himself between your legs, your brain fizzled. A whole jar of butterflies now flew in your belly.

He broke from the kiss momentarily to grasp your breasts, kneading them in his hands, marveling at the sight.

“Restraint, Loki,” you mumbled breathlessly, lips swollen.

One of his brows furrowed, but he went right back to kiss you, holding your tits in his hands, then moving to grip your thighs with such strength it should have hurt.

“I can’t stop,” he breathed between kisses, holding the back of your head. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad.”

You squeezed your eyes shut harshly, ignoring the red alarms in your head. Because it was him. Because it was him, always him, and now that he was here, touching you almost everywhere, his scent invading your senses, you never wanted him to go.

He pulled your head back and kissed down your neck, over the swell of your breast, taking one nipple lightly between his teeth. A gurgled moan left your throat, Loki holding your head back, exposing everything to him.

“No bra?” he grumbled against your skin, his tongue soothing the ache on your nipple.

You just breathed in response, your legs clenching against his arms.

He chuckled against your body. His left hand, the free one, slid down the length of your chest until he took one finger to lightly circle you through your pants.

You gasped, jolting in his grasp, his mouth possessively clamping shut on your nipple.

“Eager,” he hummed. He was so warm, smelled so fucking good, that the second time he applied pressure and circled his fingers, you all but moaned for everyone to hear. He teased you some more, licking and pleasing you all through your clothing.

Then his mouth left your hardened nipple and traveled up to your ear, where the warmth of his breath made you shiver. “If I can do this to you,” he whispered, circling your core through your pants. “Imagine how it’ll feel when I fuck you.”

His words made you want to clench your thighs together, to keep the heat and pressure there, but his body was still between your legs. He chuckled, biting your neck, hard, knowing it would leave a mark. He yanked your head forward until your eyes met his.

“I can feel just how much you want me,” he mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling. “I can smell it.”

You rocked once against his hand, eliciting a groan from him as your thigh briefly brushed him through his pants. He was hard. Wanting. The hand behind your hand squeezed until it hurt, but when he soothed his tongue against your neck, circling your clit, you lost yourself in him again.

“Y/N,” he murmured, chanting your name like a prayer. You were almost there and you couldn’t believe it. You rocked against his hand, biting your lip, and when he saw that, he brought your mouth into a breathtaking kiss. “Cum against me,” he said through each kiss. “Cum.” It was a command.

You squeezed your eyes, grinding against his circling hand, and when he licked your neck, you all but came apart with a moan. Loki quickly kissed you, swallowing your sounds of pleasure as he slowly, leisurely circled you through your pants. Your legs shaking, you trembled against him until his fingers stopped and he brought his forehead to yours.

“Run away with me,” he whispered. “Let me ravage you every night, y/n, please.”

Lost in the dizzying aftermath of your orgasm, all you could do was breathe, eyes closed. You fisted one hand in his shirt, feeling his heart beating savagely under his breastbone.

You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze.

“No,” you said.

AAAAHHHH omg i was so shy writing that little smutty part lmaooo BUT YES MORE TO COME OOOOHHHH (you will get a whole smut scene soon, let me get used to writing smut again hihihihi)

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inglourious-imagines · 4 years

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The Brightest Smile (Fred Weasley)

Summary: You never laugh that much at Fred's jokes and it certainly effects the prankster.

Disclaimer: The pick-up lines used in this story are created by @simps4snape on tik tok so credit goes to them!

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi @lunalovecroft

Requests are open ♡

"Always pity the thinkers, for they are cursed with their own imagination." - Atticus

Y/N Y/L/N infuriated but attracted Fred Weasley beyond words that he was slowly losing his mind - it seemed like she was everywhere. He always found her in the company of his younger brother laughing their asses off, both of them annoying the hell out of professors while Fred stared at them from afar with an upset expression on his face. What did Ron have that he didn't? Y/N's face was like a sunshine with the brightest grin when she was talking with the young red-head but every single time Fred tried to make her laugh or make a joke, it seemed to him that Y/N just smiled politely in order not to offend him. She never really laughed with Fred Weasley like she did with Ron Weasley and it was driving the twin insane.

"Having fun, Y/N?" Fred winked at her sitting right beside her, his left arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"Now that you're here I might reconsider my answer." she teased him. The young witch was perfectly aware of the red-head's mission to make her laugh and she wasn't going to give it to him that easily.

"That hurt." Fred faked a cry but a mischievous smirk was set on his face while his hands were pressed on his chest holding an imaginary wound.

Ron grinned next to her as he high-fived his best friend. "Now you're teaming up with my bloody brother? That ain't fair." Fred complained cheekily. In fact, it was like a stab in the chest and when Y/N giggled with Ronald, it felt like the knife was pushed even deeper. Fred had no idea where this sudden jealousy truly came from and watching her lips forming into the brightest smile he'd ever seen that he wasn't the reason behind, only added salt into the open wound.

It was at that moment when his eyes sparkled that Fred decided he's gonna make Y/N laugh, he's gonna get to her heart because he very much realized the girl's more than worth it.

•••

"Stop laughing or someone's gonna find out!" Y/N shushed Fred probably for the hundreth time causing him to let out even more giggles.

"You're the worst," she rolled her eyes, "now all of you get in here."

The heavy door closed behind them leaving the four students in an absolute darkness.

"Lumos!" Y/N whispered as her wand provided them enough light to search around the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. They slowly began to walk from shelf to shelf looking for a particular book with a particular piece of information when Fred broke the silence again, "Did you just say lumos? 'Cause I'm turned on."

"Fred! What the fuck!" Ron managed to whisper real loudly first while Y/N just started at the tall red-head in disbelief and George kept on smirking like an idiot.

Fred on the other hand felt more than satisfied with himself and his statement because her bright red cheeks were telling him that he must had done something right. Yes, it was the worst pick-up line he'd ever heard someone say but he was certain it did the job. Fred left Y/N speechless winking at her walking over to another bookshelf.

"Let's just keep searching. No more flirting with my best friend, alright?" Ron commanded, his eyes narrowed as he glared at his brother.

"Yes, sir!" Fred grinned mischievously, "although just so you know, Y/L/N, I may not be wearing an invisibility cloak but do you think I could visit your restricted section tonight?"

At this second attempt a book fell out of her hands landing with a loud bang on the ground. All of them froze - Fred still had a devilish smirk set on his face, George was slowly laughing in the background mumbling "you're on fire tonight, brother", Ron just rolled his eyes once again and Y/N was a mess of trembling hands and a pounding heart.

No one had ever flirted with her in this way, sounding so confident about it and even though they were terrible pick-up lines, Y/N found herself enjoying Fred's attention.

"Why don't we just use accio to find the bloody book and get out of here so we don't have to listen to this crap?" Ron suggested after 3 long minutes of complete silence when they expected Mr. Filch to appear out of nowhere. But surprisingly no one came.

"Good idea, Ron." Y/N piped up, not daring to look at Fred and his mischievous grin. Her pouding heart was enough to handle.

"Don't want to brag," the tall red-head started slowly again, "but I don't need to cast accio to make you co-"

"Don't you dare finish that bloody sentence, Fred, don't you dare!" Ron finally burst out, his cheeks red and fists clenched. This whole situation was making him uneasy - his brother and his best friend? It simply felt weird to Ron, he didn't want to lose either of them, some of the most important people in his life.

Y/N glanced at Ron letting out a few soft giggles that were barely audible but Fred did hear them and his heart stopped a beat. It sounded like a music to his ears knowing that he just made the beautiful girl smile. Boy, did it feel good.

•••

The search for the book was finished without any other Fred's encounters or Ron's outbursts, it only seemed like a miracle that no one heard them.

"Okay, let's get out of here." Y/N waved at the boys as they quietly ran out of the library aiming for the Gryffindor house.

"Could you at least stop smiling like a marigold on manure?" Ron frowned as he saw how his best friend was grinning from ear to ear the whole journey back to their dormitories. "You two make me sick."

"We better take it somewhere else. What do you say, Freddie?" Y/N suggested winking at the prankster who's mouth was wide open. He certainly did not expect anything like this, at all, but he immediately caught on.

"You're the boss here. See you guys in the morning." Fred sent one last smirk towards his brothers as he disappeared in one of the dark Hogwarts corridors hand in hand with Y/N, George showing him thumbs up.

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i am incredible

summary: these two sluts were not as sly as they thought they were being

warnings: so much smut. cheating discussions. anal shit. choking. that daddy stuff.

word count: about 10,250

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: (never again will i pick a song to use if it’s unreleased but honestly, you guys weren’t even supposed to like this. i didn’t know anyone would want more than one chapter) part 1, part 2, part 3

You weren’t sleeping, you’d just been pretending for all of five minutes before Andy got too impatient. He kissed your cheek and you didn’t move. He kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your collarbone, and you didn’t move. Then, he pressed a soft, wet, open-mouthed kiss to one of your nipples and your body instinctively arched up for more.

Pulling away, he chuckled.

You finally opened your eyes, sighing. “Seriously?” He’d woken you up several times throughout the night. Since it had always been with his fingers at your clit, you decided not to complain.

But now, six in the morning, you were just shy of exhausted. How did he want to fuck you this many times? It seemed a blur now, you truly could no longer put a number on how many times you had been wrapped around his cock.

He didn’t say a word, just proceeded to repeat his actions to the opposite breast.

“Daddy,” you breathed.

He glanced up at you.

“Fuck me.” Okay, so, yes, he was waking you up a little too often but that didn’t mean that you didn’t like the reason behind it. Besides, each time, he’d rolled you over on top of him. You didn’t want that, you wanted him pinning you flat down to the mattress with his body, fucking you in all the ways he promised he would.

Smirking, he placed his hand on your hip to get you on top of him.

You grabbed his wrist, shaking your head. “Like this, fuck me like this.” You took his hard cock in your other hand, pulling him toward your pussy.

Slowly, he sunk into you, watching your face to make sure it wasn’t too much for you to handle.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “fuck, fuck, fuck—” Still such a tight fit. You were sore, especially between your legs, but you couldn’t stop wanting more of him. It made no sense to you, you’d never experienced need like this. You’d never wanted to fuck someone after you’d already fucked them. All the losers you’d been with before, the idea of being intimate with them after sex made you sick.

When he was pressed flush against you, you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “Daddy, you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he muttered against your cheek. You smiled as he kissed all over your face. You were getting used to his beard against your skin, it might have still hurt, but you were starting to like it.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

At that same agonizing pace, he pulled his hips back and you whimpered as his cock slipped completely out of you. The next second, he slammed back in. Your scream was one of surprise and pleasure, a sound you immediately tried to clamp your mouth closed on. You clung to him, arms wrapping over his shoulders and he smirked. Andy was a man who needed to be needed and you more than fit that bill.

He repeated this several times. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, your wet pussy eagerly taking his cock, your shameless moans, his gravelly grunts.

“Choke me, daddy.”

One of his hands came up, circling your neck. He thrust harder to elicit those same desperate sounds from you, the ones so loud even lack of oxygen couldn’t stop them from spilling from your opened mouth.

He fucked you like this until you were coming, a slow, gentle end that left you shaking underneath him. You theorized this had to be reaching the 20 range in this small 24-hour time span. It was a lot, more than you could wrap your mind around, you trusted him. You knew Andy would take care of you, so you never once asked him to slow down.

As your head rolled back, as he continued thrusting into you for his end, he kissed all over your jaw and his hand tightened. You always knew what that meant, his hips began to snap up harder as further proof. Soon, he was spilling into you, grunting softly, as you touched him wherever you could reach.

He kissed his way up your skin back to your mouth until you had to break away because you just couldn’t stop smiling. “You good?”

You nodded. “The best I’ve ever been.”

He glanced down and sighed, preparing to move his body from yours. “I’m gonna wake up before you again, and I’m sure I’ll be hard. Again.”

“Good. Fuck me awake.”

He looked back up, eyebrows lifted. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I might have to fuck you again after hearing that before I can fall back asleep.”

You snorted. “Well, I have no objections to that.”

It had been three weeks of pure bliss and you just couldn’t stop smiling. Ever. For even a second. Well, obviously you were busy doing other things with Andy, but whenever you were alone, grocery shopping, taking Jacob for a walk, anything else, you were smiling like an idiot.

You’d only seen Jacob a handful of times. Andy knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. People were going to notice that you were at the house, but Jacob wasn’t. He just wanted a little bit of time with you.

But with Laurie being gone, you had to be extra cautious. You couldn’t show up at his work, especially not without an assignment as an excuse like the last time. That meant Andy had to indulge your fantasies as well as he could at the house.

He was working one morning but promised he would let you know when he was done. For nearly an hour, you were naked on the bed, peering into your closet for an outfit. Only, his text came before you had located that slip of lingerie and you had the bright idea to forget clothing completely.

Besides, once Jacob was back, you’d never be able to do this. You walked downstairs to Andy’s office, shameless, naked, with obvious impure intentions.

He stopped typing as soon as you opened the door.

“So…I need legal advice.”

He scoffed. “Cute.”

You moved in, pressing the door shut behind you. He shifted and swallowed audibly, eyes glued to your swaying hips as you moved closer. “But I am very poor…there’s only one way I could think to pay you for your time.”

Rolling his eyes, he pushed back in his chair. It was an invitation for you to climb on top of him. You straddled his lap, using his shoulders for balance, and immediately, your mouths connected. Andy’s hands roamed along your thighs and ass, and you ground your cunt against his cock until he was hard.

You set your feet to the floor and stood only to tear his pants out of your way. You were about to toss his belt aside, but he pulled it away from you. After you pulled his cock out from his pants, you watched his face as you crawled back onto his lap.

“What are you doing with the belt, daddy?”

One hand grabbed your hip and he jerked you closer before his hand moved down to find his cock. He didn’t say a word as you started to slide down his length.

Your head rolled back, a moan breaking the silence of the room as soon as you were seated on his lap. Your favorite thing in this world was having him this deep inside you. It felt like he was part of you, it made you forget that he wasn’t truly yours.

“Daddy, what’s the belt for?” you whined impatiently.

“Does my little girl want to be spanked with it?”

“No,” you claimed, looking back at him. But it was a weak protest, one that held no sincerity. Before he’d brought it up? Never crossed your mind. Now? Your skin was practically burning with the desire to be hit with it.

“No?” he scoffed before he leaned in to kiss you again. He took both your hands arms and brought them behind you. You didn’t say a word as he started binding your wrists with the belt.

You simply nipped at his lip and he pulled back to see your face. You wanted to ride him. That was the plan, not you getting tied up.

He saw that little pout that was starting on your lips and grabbed your waist. “It’s okay, princess. Daddy’s not going to let you fall.”

You figured out how to use your knees and thighs to pull your body back up. You bounced up and down on his cock, the chair squeaking underneath the weight of you both, a noise easily quieted by the noises pouring from your open mouths.

Andy kept a good hold on you, fighting his urge to take control. He wanted you to have your fill of this fake office fantasy, using his cock to pleasure yourself until you needed him to be in charge. But he knew he was going to need something else, hence the belt. He just needed to wait.

With your orgasm, you stopped moving. You let your pussy rest around him as you fell against his chest. He gave you the time to come down, petting your hair and whispering about how beautiful you were.

He waited for a sign that you were firmly back in reality, a sign that came in the form of you kissing his neck. That had been your little way of telling him you were ready for more, whatever it was that he wanted to give you.

He started to stand but didn’t pull out until he was on his feet. He let you settle on the ground the same way before he grabbed your hips and turned you away from him.

You didn’t wait for him to push you down, instead, you bent yourself over the desk and spread your legs wide. You didn’t care how cold it was or how uncomfortable turning your neck was. You simply waited as his hands roamed your body. He stared with your hips, leaning over to kiss your back, down your spine until he reached the curve of your back.

He pushed back in fast, your pussy echoing wetly around the intrusion. Your face felt hot, but he paid no mind to your humiliation. He grabbed the belt around your hands and pulled you down the desk a little. With space to move you, he used the belt to push and pull you along his cock. It was fast, hard, almost animalistic the way he used you.

One of his hands curled around your pelvis tightly, his fingers rubbing firmly against your clit even as he continued to fuck you with his hold on the belt. He knowingly stimulated your clit the entire time, pulling finish after finish from your exhausted body.

By the time he spilled into you, your voice was raspy with overuse, your throat ached, the muscles in your legs were burning, you were drooling all over the desk, and you knew your cunt had been dripping everywhere. You were a complete mess and he had never found you more beautiful.

It wasn’t that you thought this was going to be a summer of pure sex and you weren’t going to have to lift a finger. You remembered why it was even possible that you were staying with Andy, you remembered why Laurie had trusted you enough to allow you in her home. You weren’t stupid.

Maybe just a tad unrealistic. You had thought you were just going to be able to dive right back into it with Jacob. You hadn’t considered the fact that he had aged since you last cared for him, entering a much different phase of development that you weren’t familiar with. You hadn’t considered that there would be changes in his mood and behaviors because he missed his mom.

Not that he was saying that, he probably didn’t even know that. It was just that this was the hardest morning you had ever had with him. In fact, it was the only hard morning you’d ever had with him.

Not simply because he wanted to fuck you, Andy had enrolled Jacob in a neighborhood group. You had listened to them both speak about it a couple of nights before at dinner, but Andy had sent you a text and well…you were incapable of focusing on anything but that text and what he promised for that night. It was the first time he had to use the gag.

Regardless, Jacob was half an hour late. He was currently in his bedroom, screaming at the top of his lungs and you had no idea why. He was never like this with you. He never acted out at all. He was perfect to the point of your genuine confusion about why others didn’t want to babysit him.

Andy was going to be annoyed with you. You had one job. Why couldn’t you do this one simple thing and make sure Jacob got to his stupid club meetings on time?

It was almost fifteen minutes later after you finally had the kid dressed that you thought maybe you’d be able to get him there for half of the meeting. They called them meetings, didn’t that mean it had to be some type of weird boy-scouts thing? You had no idea, just assumptions.

Regardless, on the way out, he had another meltdown. He was in the hallway, screaming again, when Andy found you in the kitchen leaning on the counter with your face buried in your hands.

“Hey.”

You startled, turning back to him. “Andy? What are you doing here?”

“I got a call from Derek’s parents. They were wondering why Jake didn’t show up.”

“They couldn’t hear?” you scoffed, attempting to make light of a situation that was causing you extreme distress. “It’s fine, I’m so sorry. I should have texted you—”

“No, it’s okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“It’s fine. You didn’t need to leave work.” You tried to move around him, but he caught you by the shoulders and settled you in front of him.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Go back to work.”

“Stop,” he said softly, but it was final. He wasn’t going back to work until he got to the bottom of this.

“Nothing,” you repeated. “Okay? He’s just having a bad morning.”

“Take a minute,” he directed, sensing the stress you were feeling. “Just breathe, okay? I’m gonna see if he’ll talk to me.”

Much to the pleasure of your ego, Jacob did not want to talk to Andy. He simply screamed and cried until he fell asleep. Andy carried him to bed and came downstairs to find you trying to drown yourself in a cup of coffee.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you into his chest. “What happened?”

“I don’t know…he’s never been like that with me. I’m sorry, I’ve dealt with this a million times with other kids, I was just caught off guard.”

“It’s okay.”

You sighed, pressing your face against his shirt. “I feel terrible that you had to leave work.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I do have to get back.”

Of course. You were expecting that, but you still hated hearing it. “Five minutes?”

He hummed, pretending to think about it. “How about ten?”

You finally hugged him back.

He left you with a kiss and a promise that it was all okay. You felt useless. You never thought your relationship with Andy would take you away from Jacob. It was supposed to be the opposite. But then, weren’t you fucking his mom’s husband, his married father? You knew even Jacob would hate you if he found out. Anyone in their right mind would.

Jacob had slept nearly the whole day, save for the one brief period of consciousness when he asked you to make him lunch. You were still tense, wallowing in how useless you felt. But just before he was heading back upstairs, he hugged tightly at your legs and muttered an apology before scurrying off.

A few hours later, you were getting ready with your door opened, just in case Jacob woke up again. You were kind of hoping he would, knowing you would have an actual excuse out of this. But no such luck, Andy showed up and Jacob was still out, and now you had no reason not to go to the party your boyfriend begged you to attend.

You’d nearly forgotten how to do your makeup, a struggle you had just finished when Andy found you.

“Hey,” he started, eyes immediately taking you in. He wasn’t just staring, he was trying to piece together your actions. You hadn’t done your makeup or even gotten dressed up since your first day there.

You were in a tiny skirt, a tight top. You wondered if that would bother him. It never had before, but then, that was before you had sex with him. “Hey…Jacob’s been asleep most of the day. I made him lunch, he seemed fine, but then just right back to bed.”

He nodded, leaning against the doorway. “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah…um, just a party.” Which sounded stupid and immature to say to him. You didn’t feel your age anymore. The people your age were seeking things out that you had already found in Andy. Why did you want to hang out with them? “Unless you need me here. I can stay—”

“No, no. You deserve a night off.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You know, I’m his dad. I’m not completely helpless.”

You scoffed. “No, I know, but I’m here for a reason…I don’t want to just leave—”

“It’s okay,” he insisted. “Whose party?”

“Um…Lily’s.” Now, you did feel like you were your age. You knew he didn’t much like Lily and he didn’t like that you were friends with her. He claimed she was a sneak, self-serving person. You figured you did not want the back story behind that conclusion of his.

He hummed. “Right. The one she throws every year. I usually have a few parents calling me afterward, vaguely asking me how likely it is their children will end up doing time for the stupid shit they do there.”

You started wringing your hands. Yeah, the party was usually horrible. People had sex with people they shouldn’t, there were fights, cheating, drugs. All of that, stuff that never really bothered you, things you were simply uninterested in.

“But I know you haven’t really talked to anyone but me for the past three weeks, it’ll be good for you to get out.”

“I’m fine just talking to you, though,” you promised. “You’re not terrible company.”

He smiled. “Just be safe, and call me if you need anything. Okay?”

You nodded and then he was turning to leave. “You’re not going to kiss me?”

He scoffed, keeping his back to you as he stopped in the doorway again. “If I do that…I risk not being able to let you go.”

After all the things he’d done to you, that shouldn’t have been able to give you butterflies. Yet, it did. You stood there, biting your lip and smiling as he rushed out of the room. He hadn’t told you that you looked beautiful, but that was more than enough to give you all the confidence you needed to face your overly critical friends.

Hours later, you returned much later than you had planned. You hadn’t intended to stay with Lily to clean up, but you ended up being there near the end and it was clear no one else was going to help. Once she asked you about the huge fight with your boyfriend, you knew it would just be better to stay behind a little. You had to vent before you went back to Andy.

Three in the morning but he was still awake, so was Jacob. At three in the morning? You weren’t trying to be judgmental…but, what?

“He’s sick,” Andy explained. “A fever…I don’t want you catching it…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I get every vaccine I need to stop these walking germs from getting me sick.”

He scoffed. “A positive way for a babysitter to talk about children.”

“Y/N,” Jacob called out, pointing to the screen. “Finish the movie with us?”

You had sobered up a little so you were sure you would be able to. You made your way to the couch next to Jacob and he detached himself from Andy to lay his head on your hip. You pressed your hand to his forehead and made a sympathetic noise when you felt how hot his skin was. “Oh, baby—goodness.”

“It’s okay,” Jacob promised. “Because you’re here and you’re my favorite person and you’ll make me feel better, and my dad is going to come home early every day until I’m not sick anymore. And he’s one of my favorite people, too. Sometimes.”

You sent Andy a smug smile and he arched an eyebrow back, amused. You knew it wasn’t like he wanted you to be Jacob’s mom, but he must have felt something deep and twisted over the fact that you were in his home, caring for his son who he loved more than anyone else in the world. Andy was a domestic man who you were sure was affected by you behaving in domestic ways.

He used his son’s distraction as an opportunity to really watch you. He knew something was off—you’d walked home instead of calling him or getting a ride from your loser boyfriend, you had your heels in your hands when you showed up, and your makeup was missing, cried off or faded with something else—but it was clear that he wasn’t going to find out what that was for a while.

Jacob immediately started filling you in on the movie and Andy paused it to get something from the kitchen. He returned with a plate of Jacob’s favorite fruit—cantaloupe, weird kid—and a glass of water for you.

If you hadn’t been so tipsy, you might have been able to figure out the movie. Instead, it was just a bunch of noise and movement that you could hardly focus on. It was hard being back in that environment. You felt that you didn’t fit in with those people anymore, that your life had changed so much, but you also felt a little lonely. You couldn’t stop seeing your friends.

Before Andy went to put Jacob to bed, he directed you to get in the shower. By the time you were getting out, he was just making his way in. He wrapped you up in a fluffy towel and kissed you until you were dried off. “You good?”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

He was extra careful with your hair before he slipped you into one of his shirts. Much to your surprise, he didn’t ask anything else, he didn’t even speak. He simply put you to bed and explained that he had a couple of emails to answer before he could turn in with you for the night.

When you woke up, it was morning. You put on some leggings and rushed downstairs. You usually woke up at 8 to get ahead of Jacob. Apparently, Andy had woken up extremely early to make breakfast, a plate of pancakes was left for you, next to a note explaining Jacob was at Derek’s again and he would pick him up on his way home.

Derek was sick as well and Derek’s mother, Dina, was staying home anyway and offered to take Jacob. That was one family you never babysat for. The winter of 2018, Maya, a girl two years older than you had fucked Derek’s dad and Dina found out. It was a huge thing and since there wasn’t going to be a divorce, Dina refused to let anyone babysit for them ever again. Any time she had a conversation with Laurie and Laurie would suggest you take the kids so they could spend some time together away from their motherly jobs, it was clear that Dina didn’t trust you. She also got super judgmental toward any of the mothers who needed help. So yes, you were just a bit annoyed that Andy had taken him there.

When Jacob and Andy got home, Andy said he had work to do in his office. You and Jacob spent the rest of the day watching pre-approved scary movies. Since Jacob was sick and couldn’t stay awake for longer than 30-minute periods, it was a pretty quiet afternoon.

When Andy finally came out of his office, it was to check on you and Jacob. He carried his son upstairs and told you to get some rest. You thought that was strange, you thought he would have wanted to talk about the party. But since he promised to join you in a couple of hours, you didn’t protest.

When you woke up the first time, the clock informed you that you’d only been unconscious for about two hours. Andy wasn’t in bed yet, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay conscious enough to go look for him and lure him into bed. Instead, you used your energy to get into the bedside table because tired or not, you were always thinking of ways to tease Andy.

The second time, it had been a total of nearly five hours and Andy still wasn’t in bed. Regardless of if you were sufficiently awake, now you were just worried. You got yourself out of bed and headed downstairs, finding him on the couch in front of the television again.

“Daddy?”

He turned to you, sitting up straight. “What’s wrong?”

You almost smiled. Of course, his automatic thought would be that you were seeking him out because something was wrong. Well, something was wrong, it had been too long since he was inside you, but you were sure that wasn’t what he meant.

“Nothing. What are you doing down here?”

“Just can’t sleep.”

“Well…you could be upstairs with me,” you pointed out.

“Looked like you needed rest.”

“I need you more,” you assured, moving closer to him. “Always.”

“Come here.”

You needed no further prompt, stopping just inches away from him. He curiously watched as you took his hand and guided him under the shirt. He thought you were going to lead him to your pussy, but you went around, letting him feel the plug that you had slipped in earlier that night.

He yanked his hand out of yours and grabbed your ass.

You gasped, hand flying up to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Jacob was here, this wasn’t even supposed to be happening, but neither of you were going to say no at that point.

He gripped your skin tightly until you whimpered softly, then he got a hold of the plug and slowly pulled it out.

You brought your free hand back to grab his forearm for balance. Your legs shook as he gently pushed it back in. “Daddy, fuck.” You were so deliciously stretched and worked up since you’d put the plug inside you, desperate for him to make you come.

He did this several more times, careful not to make you cry out too loud, but enjoying how much easier it was becoming each time he did it. He stopped only to move his pants out of the way, keeping only his boxers on. He made sure the plug was settled inside you before he pulled you in to sit on one of his thighs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him. “Are you worried about a case, daddy?”

“No, just not tired.”

“But you’d tell me if there was something wrong?”

“It’s not your job to take care of me. It’s mine to take care of you.”

You frowned, pulling back to look at him. “Why can’t we take care of each other?”

“Come on, don’t be argumentative tonight. Did you have fun at the party?”

You scoffed, settling back against him. A conversation for later, apparently. “No…not really. I…I guess I just kind of missed you.”

He hummed. “I missed you, too…but you shouldn’t cut your friends out of your life.”

“Those aren’t my friends. They’re just my parents’ friends’ kids… I’m not trying to ignore them, I’d really just rather spend time with you.”

He touched your face and you turned, nuzzling against the palm of his hand. “You didn’t have any fun?”

“Well,” you admitted, “I don’t hate everyone.” Besides, Lily had gotten really drunk really fast and was trying to fight with some high school dropout that was several years older than everyone because he was trying to prey on some freshman girls.

He hummed as he removed your arms from his neck. He then took your waist and turned you forward.

“What are you doing?”

“You wearing panties?”

“No…I was hoping you would eventually join me.”

“I’m sorry for getting distracted.” His hands started at your thighs and you instinctively pulled them open more.

“Daddy, please.”

“If we do this…you’re going to have to be very quiet, baby.”

You nodded. “I will, daddy. I promise I’ll be so quiet.”

“I know you will, baby girl, because you’re such a good girl. And good girls don’t lie to their daddies, do they?”

“No. Never.”

“Did he touch you?”

Your eyebrows pulled together and you looked back at him curiously.

“Your boyfriend.”

“Oh…no.”

“You need to tell me. You got here and you were upset, and I can’t help if you don’t tell—”

“No, it wasn’t that… We broke up.” Though you simplified it, it was anything but simple. He had cornered you at the party, and you were scared he would cause a scene, so you suggested going upstairs. He thought that meant sex and when you informed him that was the last thing on your mind, he began accusing you of cheating on him.

He said he wanted to break up. Obviously, you didn’t want to put up much of an argument. He didn’t deserve what you were doing to him, no one did, no matter how much of a dick he could be. Cheating was cheating, two wrongs didn’t make a right, that meant you weren’t about to manipulate him into continuing the relationship.

Even after all the terrible things he said, you only cried for two reasons. First, your alibi was gone. If you weren’t dating him, that would open the door for questions about your romantic life. Second, you realized you were always going to need an alibi when it came to Andy. Because he was married. He was older than you. He had a child. To some people, you were just a child.

You spiraled a little, overly emotional because of the alcohol. You were just wondering what all of this meant. When Laurie got back, what? Were you guys over until the next time she was gone? Were you going to have to get yet another boyfriend just to hide again? Would you have to go back to just texting every night?

“Oh…and you were upset about that?” He seemed a little bothered by the idea of you caring about your boyfriend. After everything.

You made a face. “No, definitely not.” It was hard to care about someone who talked to you the way he had at the party. Though, not all of it was completely unwarranted.

“Then I’m lost, sweetheart.”

“I just…I just feel bad for lying. I feel like a bad person, I guess.” Now, that was not untrue. You were not lying to him. But you could not, under any circumstances, explain the emotional episode you had worked yourself up over to Andy.

“You’re not a bad person.”

You were. What cemented that was that you were more upset about having to hide your affair than the fact that you were having an affair.

“You know I think you’re the sweetest little girl,” he reminded. He kissed your face until you couldn’t help but smile.

“I know,” you confirmed.

“I don’t want you worrying about any of this, okay? It’s on me. I touched you first, I started this—”

“It’s cute that you think that.”

He arched an eyebrow at you. “Excuse me?”

“Andy, come on. You had to know, all those times in the car, that I was wearing the tiniest skirts, acting like I had no idea that they were moving up—”

“You tempted me but I was the one who took the bait,” he insisted. “Baby, it’s not on you. You’re not married, I am. You don’t have a child, I do. And I know I shouldn’t feel this way about you, but I do. I’m the one that’s wrong, okay? Not you…you…are perfect.”

You kissed him. “I don’t think you’re a bad person either, though.”

“I know you don’t. You’re too nice for that.”

“You think I’m nice, daddy?” you teased, one of your hands moving inside his boxers. You took a hold of him and he sighed sharply.

“You can be a brat, when you put your mind to it,” he admitted. “Like this stunt with the plug. I never gave you permission to do that.”

You merely shrugged. “I don’t want your permission.”

“You better watch yourself. He will be gone soon enough, and I’ll spank your ass red, baby.”

You hummed. “With the belt?”

He kissed your cheek. “I’ll get more creative if you keep mouthing off.”

You smirked, pushing your hips up his thigh. It was a little awkward getting him out of his boxers and inside your cunt, but once you had managed, you were both moving on pure instinct and need. He touched you everywhere, through the huge shirt you were wearing because he wanted to tease. You rolled your hips slowly in that deliberate way that you knew made his ability to control himself just snap.

It was only minutes later that his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing hard enough that you knew you wouldn’t make enough noise to wake Jacob. Andy took his other hand and held you inches above his lap. He drove his cock up hard, slamming into you ruthlessly until you were both coming together. Your mouth dropped in a silent scream, a choked whimper the only sound you could manage, as he pressed his face to your back and groaned.

It didn’t take long at all, must have been withdrawals from having gone more than a few hours without him inside you. He didn’t stop, though. In typical Andy fashion, he kept fucking you until he was soft. His cum had spilled out of you onto your thighs, his, and the couch.

When he let go of your neck, you took huge, grateful breaths. You couldn’t stop yourself, you knew you were about to say something stupid, so stupid, but you wanted Andy to know. You reached one arm back, hand pressing to the back of his head and you turned back to see him. “Daddy…”

“What, baby girl?”

“I think…I think I lo—”

He cut you off with a fierce kiss until you were breathless again, pulling away only when he had sufficiently rendered you incapable of speaking for a moment. “I know, baby,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. “I do, too, so much…but we can’t say it. Not right now. All night, I’ve been thinking the craziest things…if you say it, I’m sure I’ll just lose my mind and do something we’ll both regret.”

You waited for a moment, until you were sure your voice wouldn’t crack. “When?”

He frowned. “One day, angel, I promise. Okay? Just give me a while to figure this all out.”

You nodded. Of course, he had to think this all through. He had a life, a child, and even if he didn’t love Laurie anymore, he still had a lot to lose.

“What are you thinking?”

You thought for a moment. Your mind was racing, you were thinking a million things. You’d nearly told him you loved him, you’d never said that to anyone. You had almost convinced yourself that he would be furious that you allowed yourself to get in this deep, but the fact that he was right there with you was a huge relief. But that wasn’t the most pressing thing on your mind. “That this summer is going by too fast.”

“I know what you mean.”

“I haven’t talked to my parents once…and I wish I could keep it that way for the rest of my life.” But eventually, you would have to return home.

“I think I should get you an apartment.”

You looked back at him, eyebrows pulled together. “What?”

“An apartment,” he repeated. “So, you don’t have to stay at home anymore. I know you were thinking about getting a job at the end of the summer…I don’t want you to. I want to get you an apartment and just let you figure out what it is that you want to do. No pressure from your parents or your friends.”

“Andy…I don’t know.” That would be kind of hard to explain. How was someone without a job going to afford an apartment?

“Let me take care of you. Please.”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay? When it gets closer.”

“Okay,” he relented. He glanced down at the mess you’d both made of the couch. “Shit.”

You scoffed. “Your fault.”

He kissed your shoulder. “You want to get up?”

“No, not really.” You took his arms and pulled them around your waist. “I want to stay here forever.”

“We can’t even stay here another hour.”

“No, I want to fall asleep here. With you inside me.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, laying against his chest and setting the back of your head on his shoulder. “Yeah.”

“Then what?”

“When you’re hard again, you should fuck me, but don’t wake me up. I want to wake up full of your cum and imagine all the ways you used me.”

That did nothing for Andy, the idea of fucking you while you were unconscious. He knew it was a kink for some, but he wanted you responsive. However, hearing that you would allow him to do this to you, that you were placing that much trust in him, did do something.

In a second, he had his hand back around your neck and his other hand at your pussy, hurriedly rubbing his fingers over your clit. He turned his head, his lips finding yours, swallowing those tiny sounds that managed to escape you.

Jacob was still sick a few days later and since Andy was at work, you were bored. He was sleeping it off and that left you downstairs trying to watch television. Your mind was moving with all this time alone, you thought about Laurie and what was going to happen. You thought about what people would say about you, about Andy. It would be terrible if anyone ever found out.

But what if they didn’t because nothing changed? You knew how you felt for Andy, but how long could you do this? How long could you fuck him while he was still with his wife? These were things that you hadn’t suspected you would care about. You were stupid then, acting purely out of your own selfishness. You just knew you wanted him so badly. And you were sure you always would, but you couldn’t do this forever.

You’d set your alarm for when Andy was supposed to be home. You didn’t want him to catch you watching those trashy true crime shows, he would surely side-eye you. It hadn’t been that long when you heard someone on the porch. Turning off the TV, you checked the time. It wasn’t time for his lunch break, let alone time to be home.

You headed to the door, peeking out the window at the side. Lily was standing there, arms crossed, pacing. You pulled open the door, leaning out just slightly.

She let her arms fall to her sides. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here? I can’t have anyone in here if I’m the only one with Jacob.”

“No worries, it won’t take long. Can you step outside for a second?”

“Is everything okay?”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

You hesitated at first, concerned that Jacob would wake up and go looking for you. But your curiosity was the reason you went outside with her. You guys weren’t best friends, you had no idea why she would ever show up here to speak to you. “What’s up?”

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?” But just like that, your heart was pounding. You felt like your legs were going to give out on you any second. Your stomach was twisting and your face felt hot, you were going to be sick.

“Mr. Barber,” she clarified. “You are fucking him.”

There was no way anyone in the world could possibly know. You scoffed harshly, feigning irritation. “You are out of your mind. Is this why you came here? This is not okay. I am working and you are wasting my time—”

“You haven’t been talking to any of us, and after your breakup…it seemed weird. I was talking to him and—”

“Why were you talking to him?” you demanded. “You’re supposed to be my friend, not his.”

“He said he thought you were cheating on him, and I told him that wasn’t possible. I told him that you seem so happy and so in love, and I realized that that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re in love with him. I babysit for the Yoo’s neighbors, Y/N. I know Jacob was there for days and you were here.”

“No, that’s not happening. You’re projecting because you sleep with all of the father’s you babysit for—”

“Yeah, I do, so drop the innocent act because I know it’s bullshit.”

“It’s not. Andy wouldn’t do that.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” she claimed. “And I believed that, for a while…but he’s human. And if he cares about you, he definitely would.”

“He doesn’t, he’s in love with his wife—”

“Yeah, what about her?” she demanded. “What are you going to do about that? Is he going to leave her?”

“No!” you blurted out. “Because nothing is happening.”

“I’m not planning on telling anyone,” she promised. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“Well, it’s not happening.”

“I already know, I can see it on your face!”

“You need to leave.”

She grabbed your arm before you could run inside. “Listen, I just wanted to check on you, okay? I know how you are; I know that you don’t do this often, and that means that you have to honestly care about him. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You can’t be here. Ever again.”

She pulled her hand back. “Fine, I will go, and I’ll never say another word about this. But when this blows up in your face, you know where to find me.”

Without another word, you disappeared inside, locking the door as soon as you slammed it shut. You were panicking. What were you supposed to do? Should you tell Andy? What if it was for nothing? What if she meant it and she wasn’t going to tell anyone? You didn’t want to get him worried for no reason.

But you also didn’t want him to be caught off guard, but the last thing you wanted was for him to be upset with you. Would he think that you were being careless? Would he think you let her know on purpose? Laurie was a looming problem, you didn’t want him to think you did this to force him to deal with it.

“Was that Lily?”

Startling, you whirled around and found Jacob in front of the fridge. “Hey, what are you doing down here?”

“Got hungry.”

“How long have you been awake?”

He shrugged as he pulled out the carton of milk. “Not long. Why was Lily here?”

“Oh…um, she just wanted to talk.” You moved into the kitchen to look for the cereal. Jacob couldn’t reach it on his own.

He sat down at the table and waited for you to join him. You poured the cereal and the milk into the bowl in front of him, forcing yourself to remain calm. “Why did she ask if my dad was going to leave my mom?”

You looked at him, shaking your head. “She didn’t. No, she wasn’t talking about your dad or your mom.”

“Then who was she talking about?”

You stood up to get him a spoon. “I can’t tell you that…it was one of your friends and I don’t want you to worry or anyone else to worry. You know Lily, Jacob.”

“Yeah…my dad says she gossips.”

“She does.” You sat back down, handing him the spoon.

“So, my dad and my mom are still in love?”

“Of course. Why would you ask that?”

“They used to fight a lot.”

He hadn’t told you that, but this needed to end right now. This all needed to stop. “No, they’re fine. Sometimes…adults just fight, but that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want you worrying about this, Jacob, okay?”

“I’m not worried.”

“Good.”

“No, I mean…I think it would be cool if I had two houses and two bedrooms. My friend, Dylan, has divorced parents and he said they both buy him whatever he wants. My dad wouldn’t buy me a pet snake when I asked him last week.”

“Okay, well, sorry to disappoint you because your parents are staying together. You only get one house and one bedroom, and you are not getting a pet snake.”

He sighed. “I was going to name it after you if you were on my side.”

You couldn’t ask Andy anything about the fights with Laurie. You wanted to know, you wanted to get an idea of how he felt, if he had only done this with you because they were fighting, or if it was something that you had caused. But to ask, you would need to tell him Jacob told you.

And why would Jacob tell you? You would have to answer a lot of questions that you didn’t want to. It was better to pretend that this just wasn’t happening. No one knew, as far as Andy needed to know. You’d known Lily since you were four, you were sure that she meant it when she said she wasn’t going to tell.

You didn’t need to act like the sky was falling just yet.

When Andy got home, you were just getting out of the shower. Jacob had fallen asleep again and from his past few days, you figured he would be out for the rest of the day.

He smiled as he made it into your room, pressing the door shut behind him. “Hey, baby.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and held your arms out to him, hugging him as soon as he was in your reach. “You have the strangest kid in the world, just so you know.”

He became very still. “Did he do something?”

You leaned back to look up at him, eyebrows pulled together. “What?”

“He just…sometimes…acts out. You saw him the other morning.”

“No, that was a temper tantrum, Andy, all kids have them. But I’m referring to the snake he wants. He told me, that if I had been on his side in that argument, he would have named it after me.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, he says some…colorful things sometimes.”

“Yeah.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “What about you? What else did you do today?”

“Just watched TV.”

He hummed, hands coming up to the tucked-in part of your towel. You let him unwrap it from your body and laid back as soon as you were naked. He stared at you for a moment, one hand coming up to touch your face. He started at your cheekbone, sliding his fingers down your jaw, your neck, your chest until he was at your breasts. He closed his hand around one, pulling back to pinch your nipple, and did the same to the other.

You liked fucking Andy, but you hated having to be quiet. You reached down and he gave you his hand. You brought it up to your lips first, kissing his palm before you led him down to your neck.

As he wrapped his hand around you, his fingers continued moving down your stomach, until he was at your cunt. You opened your legs for him, and he slowly pressed two fingers inside you. Your eyes fell shut and you rolled your hips, urging him deeper inside you.

“I could watch you like this, naked, coming for me, for the rest of my life.”

Not that that really cleared anything up. It only reminded you that he cared for you, the same way you cared for him. But you weren’t a child, you knew that sometimes, love wasn’t enough.

“I just want to know why you didn’t tell me; I want to know why you treated it like some huge secret.” Andy had been going on for the past ten minutes, appalled at the idea that you would keep any secrets from him.

It wasn’t as if this relationship started on the best note. You were both supposed to be committed to other people enough that you wouldn’t have been involved with other people. And no, you weren’t saying that either of you were terrible people who never deserved happiness, but he should definitely reframe his expectations.

If you could partake in an affair, you could keep a secret.

“Do you have an answer?” he pressed.

You could remember a time when car rides with him were a lot more pleasant. Crossing your arms, you turned to glare out the window. “You know why.”

“Because you were ashamed.”

You turned back to him. “No, because you’re a snob!”

“I’m a snob?” he demanded. “Me?”

“Yes, you!” You rolled your eyes, changing the radio station.

He gave you a warning look as he went to change it back.

You turned it off. “And you’re judgmental.”

“I am not,” he argued. “I am a lawyer. If I wanted to judge, I would have.”

You made a face. “You would never win that election. You’re a jerk.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“What someone watches on television is their own business!”

“It’s dramatized trash.”

“You’re a snob!” you repeated. “A Crime to Remember has won an Emmy!”

“That is not as good of an argument as you think it is.”

“Do not speak to me like a lawyer,” you warned. “Do you want to argue, Andy? Do you want me to go round up a fucking judge and a jury?”

“I’m the best lawyer in Massachusetts.”

You glared at him. “Thank you, I now know what I want to do with my life. I’m going to law school and then I’m going to become a lawyer and you know what? I’m gonna ask Neal to be my mentor.”

He looked at you, shocked that you would say that to him.

You shrugged. “I bet he wouldn’t judge me for watching true crime shows.”

“How far does this go?” he wondered. “Do you watch those terrible Netflix documentaries?”

“They’re not terrible! Okay, you know what? We are done talking about this. Why is this drive taking so long? I thought we were picking up Jacob.”

“We are…later tonight.”

“Then where are you taking me?”

“You watch true crime shows, haven’t they prepared you for this?”

You glared. “Andrew.”

“No, don’t call me that.”

“I’m not calling you daddy. My daddy isn’t a snob.”

“Your daddy is going to punish you tonight if you don’t quit with the attitude.”

“My daddy,” you said again, “tells me where he’s taking me.”

It was only seconds later that he pulled into a parking spot in front of this apartment complex you always drove by on the way to the nearest shopping mall. See, you knew that he wasn’t going to drop the apartment topic, but you did not suspect that he would ambush you like this.

“Andy…”

“Look, we have to talk about this.”

“We did, and I said we would resume the conversation when Laurie was almost back.” This was not a solution; it just created more problems. Maybe you should have told him about Lily, maybe he would have felt the need to be a lot more discreet about all of this.

“She called.”

You turned to him. “And? What does that have to do with anything?”

His hands were still on the wheel and he wouldn’t look at you. “She’s coming home early.”

Early. Wow. It seemed like it was just right around the corner but at least you were going to have time to come to terms with this. At least you were going to be able to make the best of your last days. The best did not include arguing about television. And now you were going to have to argue about this stupid apartment. These were expensive and they were close enough to him, but still, it wasn’t ideal.

“Oh… When?”

“Soon.”

You wouldn’t be getting a more specific answer than that. You both stayed silent for several moments, and you had no intention of ending that. He could have told you this before. He didn’t need to lie and bring you here and then throw the news on you like that. Was he just planning on moving you out and starting this stupid apartment plan?

You were supposed to have a month left, an entire four weeks before she got home. Why the hell was she coming home early? She had seemed excited for the work trip, whatever it was. You couldn’t remember anymore.

“Say something.”

You scoffed. “What do you want me to say?”

“Just be honest.”

“I’m upset.”

“I know, I wish it wasn’t like this.”

“I’m not upset with you, Andy.”

“Why don’t you want this apartment?”

“Because…I just…I don’t know. I just wanted everything to stay like it was. I…wanted everything to pause.”

He set his hand to your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “I understand. Will you please come inside with me? Will you at least look at it?”

“I guess…” You shrugged. “I guess we don’t have many other options.”

It was just an apartment. Were you supposed to fall in love with it? You didn’t like the picture that you were getting from it. The living room, you would be waiting there every day for Andy to possibly sneak away and come see you. And for how long? An hour at most, before he had to get back to work or get home to his family. The bedroom was big for nothing. It was a bedroom for two people. The same with the kitchen. It was too big for you, you would get lonely in a place like this.

No more than 50 words were exchanged between you and Andy. He was mostly speaking to the woman giving the tour, and you lagged behind them like a miserable child about to throw a tantrum. You hated this beyond comprehension. You hated that she was coming home early. And you hated Laurie, which made you feel terrible.

It wasn’t her fault, none of this was. But you didn’t want to go home, and you didn’t want to have to live alone. You blamed this current predicament on her even though you knew that was irrational and out of line. You were fucking her husband, you were living in her home. But you were still so angry.

The drive was silent as well. He tried to hold your hand, but you pulled away from him and turned to stare out the window. You didn’t want to take it out on him, but then, it wasn’t like you could or should take it out on Laurie. Maybe you should call Lily and just be a bitch to her.

You were out of the car as soon as he parked, storming to the door. It wasn’t a completely logical plan since he needed to unlock the door.

“Are you going to speak to me?” he inquired after he opened the door.

“I don’t appreciate being ambushed like that.” You stormed in and started pulling your jacket off.

He assisted you, figuring the denim getting stuck on your sleeves would only further annoy you. “If I had been honest, you wouldn’t have gone.”

“So, that makes lying to me okay?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

You turned to him, glaring. “What are you saying?”

He wasn’t sure what he could say that would make you feel better. This was terrible and he knew it, but you weren’t the only one that felt that way. It wasn’t like he was going to be happy with the new arrangement. He liked seeing you every morning and every night, he liked falling asleep next to you.

“Look at you two, fighting like a married couple.”

It was Laurie’s voice and you and Andy instantly froze upon that realization. You turned to your side, finding her at the dining table. She had her hair in a bun, not an ounce of makeup on her face, but the red lines in her eyes told you the glass of wine in her hand couldn’t have been the first.

“Hey,” Andy greeted. “I thought you were getting here next week.”

“I lied,” she asserted, her eyes flitting between you two. “I wondered if I would walk in on you two actually having sex or if it would just be something like this. Something so sweet and domestic, in my god damn home.”

“Laurie,” Andy started, “I don’t know—”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to deny it,” she scoffed. “Please tell me you’re not a complete piece of shit.”

He fell silent at that.

She turned to you. “And what about you? Are you going to be honest?”

“Laurie…I’m sorry, I don’t know what you have been told—”

“Do you know who told me?”

Fuck, if it was Lily, you would hit that bitch.

“It doesn’t matter,” Andy cut in. “This is a conversation between us. She doesn’t need to be here.”

“Your boyfriend,” she went on. “Ex-boyfriend now. He wasn’t sure but he had a suspicion, and then I called around everywhere and found out about Jacob being gone while the both of you were here…but see, I still believed nothing was happening. I still thought my husband would never do this—”

Andy stepped in front of you. “Laurie—”

“Then I went upstairs and found everything you bought her, all the sex toys, the lingerie—”

This was the worst way this could have played out. Seeing the bedroom, everything in it, must have been earth-shattering. There were handcuffs, gags, the red paddle that Andy was dying to try out. You had wondered if that would happen tonight on the drive over, if you were being bratty enough. That was what was going through your mind. The one thought you’d never had was that Laurie would have to see the room.

Andy looked back and you started urging you out of the house, despite your protests. When the door was shut, he handed you his keys. “You should go.”

“No, we should both talk to her.”

“No, you shouldn’t be here for this. I did this, I don’t want her blaming you—”

“Stop, I don’t need you to protect me—”

“Hey, we are not debating. You are not going to be here apart of this. I will call you as soon as I can.”

You shook your head as he started putting his keys in your hand. “No, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you with this. You weren’t the only one.”

He touched your face. “Go to the apartment, okay? Please. I will call you soon.”

“Andy—”

He cut you off with a rough, short kiss. You were stunned silent when he pulled away, but he knew you still wanted to argue. He knew you didn’t feel comfortable leaving the scene, and he knew what you needed to hear to have faith that he would handle this situation and go see you as soon as he could.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I know now is a bad time to say it, but I do. I love you. Please.”

You finally took the keys. “I love you, too.”

“Go to the apartment, okay?”

“Okay, fine.” You hurried to his car and he didn’t go inside until the car was out of his sight. Shit, this was everything that you didn’t want to happen. This was everything that you both were so careful to prevent.

You pulled over to check your phone. Laurie said that she called everyone and if she had done so while she was drunk, you weren’t confident that more people didn’t know. You weren’t expecting to see texts from your parents, but as soon as you read them, you knew you were correct.

The last message from your mother after nearly thirty between them ordering you to get home or to call, was, tell me this is not true.

You were not going to that stupid apartment, that much you knew.

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Some Ass Baby

☆summary: you’re here to claim your sweet boy and make him feel good

☆pairing: taehyung x reader

☆warnings: assplay, ass eating, pegging, face riding, oral (m and f), mistress!reader, sub!tae

☆word count: 3.6k

A:N: So this can technically be seen as the third part to Punishment and then Surprise Baby. This one does follow up on Surprise Baby as requested to show what happens when Tae gives his ass to Y/N <3

I want to give you my ass

His words rang in your head as you stared at the bottle of lube and the thick cock in your hand. Taehyung had just asked you to literally fuck his ass and the way you felt arousal leak from your pussy was the strongest indication that you adored the idea. You had brought it up to him before that you would love to try pegging and the way he tensed up at the conversation had you thinking it was a big mistake.

But what you didn’t know was it wasn’t so much the pegging that Tae was nervous about, but the fact he had to be vulnerable. For so long your sex life was very much Master and his pet where he made the rules and you trusted him with your bodys pleasure, pain, all of it. But now Taehyung felt that if you could give yourself to him fully he should be able to do the same, after all you are the love of his life.

And in all honesty it’s not like he could deny you anything you wanted to try unless he was punishing you. He loved you and he just wanted to make his good girl happy.

You sat there just thinking that when he came into the room he would be letting you claim him, have him in a way no one had before. He was truly yours, and not even the ring on your finger conveyed the same meaning as the object you were holding.

Someone had called him and despite him not being Master, in a bid to not piss him off you thought it better not to interrupt this call. So you’d just have to wait patiently to see if you were actually going to get some ass or not.

What felt like hours passed until you felt the bed sink next to you and a frustrated Tae threw himself on the bed, towel long gone.

“Everything okay?”

“Just trouble with the company, as always. Even on a Saturday night they always find a way to stress me out, it’s ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry baby” dropping the items on the bed you lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek before resting yourself against his chest.

“I didn’t want to interrupt our evening, I wanted it to be special.”

“It is, this is the most loved I’ve ever felt, you’re so wonderful Tae” you smile as your finger traces the expanse of his chest. “But back to our previous conversation I believe you were giving something correct?”

He catches your finger trailing around his nipple and brings it to his mouth planting a kiss. “Baby I’m sorry I think I’m too worked up to relax like that.” his sigh of defeat has your heart breaking. One of the things you loved most about Taehyung was that even as your Master your safety and well being was always first. If you needed some relief or extra loving he was always able to provide what you craved first and foremost before worrying about himself. And now it was time to repay that yourself given he let you.

“Let me relax you then baby” you purr as you throw him your must seductive look before you fling yourself to straddle his lap. You toss away the towel that had been covering your body and his hands shoot up to your hips. His cock, that had somewhat softened since he had fingered you in the bathtub, was nestled between your thighs just grazing his favorite spot in the world.

“What do you want love? How can I make you feel better?” leaning down you pepper his face in sweet kisses before trailing your mouth down his neck and to his collarbone. You dip your tongue in the crevices before kissing that sensitive spot making his hands press you further into his lap. “Wanna eat”

Sitting up you throw him a confused look “Tae you literally had dinner like an hour ago?”

His fingers dance to the space between your thighs and your eyes widened understanding him. “O-ooh” you squeak out as he traces your entrance lightly.

“Want dessert please” he laughs as continues to play with your slit, feeling it dampen.

“Baby” you whine out trying to wiggle out of his grasp and away from his prodding finger. “This is about you!”

“I know and you asked me what I wanted. And what I want is to taste my favorite treat, it relaxes me when I suckle on your clit. Love it like I love sucking your tits babe” His hand left you slit to pinch at your nipple until it pebbled under his fingers. The look of uncertainty on your face has him quickly reassuring you. “Please? I really want to eat you, I’ll get hard in like a second” and the boxy smile that overtakes him as you sigh and start to climb over his body has you sure you made the right call in letting him eat you out despite wanting to please him.

You settle your arms on the headboard as your pussy hovers over his mouth. Lust shines through Taehyung as he takes in the sight in front of him inhaling deeply. “Fuck you smell amazing”

At his words you lower yourself down gently on to his face to avoid smothering him with your cunt but he isn’t having any of that. As his tongue slips between your lips his hands latch onto you pressing you into his mouth. You moan out as you feel him slither up and down your slit, gently prodding your entrance with every swipe. “Jesus Tae” you cry out gently as you resist the urge to wiggle yourself onto him. Masters rule was to take what he gave you and you were sure the rule applied now.

Looking down you see Tae lost in bliss as his tongue explores all over your lips before slipping into your entrance. You clench around his tongue as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your fingers itch to lock themselves into his fluffy black hair but another one of Masters rules is you can’t touch without direct permission. So there you are mounted to your boyfriend letting his mouth work on your dripping cunt while you try your hardest not fuck yourself onto him.

A few more licks and swivels of his tongue and Tae suddenly latches onto your clit causing a loud moan to release out of your mouth. Between you things you see his eyes staring directly at cunt crossing as he greedily and audibly sucks on to your bub. At the sight you can help but rock yourself against his mouth at the pressure of his suction. “Fuck!” you’re calling out as his eyes meet yours at your movement, and you're bringing yourself to hover over him.

“Hey where are you going?”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to uh us- um move” Your panting as the heat rises into your cheeks but your boyfriend just flashes you a smile before wrapping his arms around your thighs. “No! Use me baby, pleasure yourself on my face, all for you” and before you can protest you feel his hand bring down your thighs as he goes back to sucking on your clit and then wiggling his tongue into you. Taking initiative you give an experimental thrust of your hips and release the loudest whine when his nose bumps into your sensitive clit. The clench Taehyung feels on his tongue as he groans out into your heat causing you to grind yourself further into him. “Fuckkk” you think you hear him mumble into your pussy.

Lowering a hand you grip the fringe at the top of his head and use it to help you push yourself as close to his face as you can. “T-Taeee you feel so good oh god, love your tongue s’much”. You feel him nip on your lip making you screech but you're quickly gripping the sides of his face and riding him faster chasing your high. Staring into his eyes you watch as he hungrily eats you out with all the love and desire in the world. “God I love this pretty face babe!” The sight is enough to have you pushing yourself as hard as you can against him, hopefully not suffocating him in the process of cumming all over his face. “Yes! Fuuc-ucking coming! You want my cum baby?” You feel his tongue eagerly lap up quicker than before as he tries his best to nudge your clit with his nose “God I’m gonna cum on that pretty face, lick it up sweetheart!”

He eagerly swallows your release loving the way you taste but you quickly get off of his mouth and lean down to kiss his hips, body back to straddling him. Your leaky pussy staining his cock with your fresh cum.

Giggling into your mouth you pull away with a sheepish smile. “You just love tasting yourself huh babe?” Taehyung teases you playfully and you swat at his toned golden chest. “Hey you say it yourself, I taste soooo good” you press your wet cunt to his hardened length to mess with his an extra bit and he’s immediately grabbing at your hips to keep you on his dick.

But too soon for his liking you’re pulling away from him and standing up while he reaches out for you complaining.

“No sir, be a good little boy and wait patiently okay?” His eyes widen at your words and the change in your demeanor. You stand at the foot of the bed and push his legs up to bend at the knee. Kneeling to slot yourself between him you let your fingers graze his chest as you hover over his body.

“Are you ready?” you question with a flick of his nipple.

“God yes Y/N” he hisses out at your tugging roughly on him.

“That’s mistress to you”

Eyes widening you see his gaze falter away. “Y/N..”

“Look at me” you whisper as gently as you can as you bring your hand to cup his jaw.

Staring at you was the love of your life unsure if he was able to give himself up to you in that way. It didn’t bother you, it just meant you’d have to work harder for him. Taehyung never let go of himself, always being in control but today he was giving you something more than his ass or a ring, he was giving you all of him. “Baby do you trust me?”

“Of course I do”

“Then let me claim you. I want to take care of you tonight and make you forget everything. Let me be your mistress tonight and take the stress away baby boy.” His eyes widen slightly at the name and you feel in him tense underneath you.

“It’s hard”

“I know but this is for you. Everything I’m doing is for your pleasure. Please let me do this for you.” you ask sweetly lowering to place a kiss to his lips.

“O-okay baby I’m yours” you let your lips trail to the side of his neck at his consent.

“Can I be rough?” you tease pulling his earlobe between your teeth.

“Give me your worst mistress” he smirks before he’s letting out a yelp at the rough bite you leave on his collarbone. You're soon soothing the spot with your tongue before shimming down between his legs. His angry cock is standing at attention and you can help but place a kiss at the leaky head before pushing the backs of his thighs up so you have the perfect view of his hole. “Hold your legs for Mistress” you bark out staring intently at his rim.

Reaching to pull his legs to his chest you smile at him before leaning down and giving him a tentative lick earning a hiss from Taehyung. You let your tongue slip out of your mouth and dance around his puckered entrance. Continuously swirling around before pressing the tip of your tongue into it. A little wiggling and you were pushing your tongue into his tight ass hearing his gasps and laboured breaths from above. You continue to run your wet muscle around his rim and thrust it inside until you deem him ready for your fingers.

“Listen baby , I’m gonna try and slip a finger in but I need you to relax. I want this to be good for you, can you do that?” Nodding quickly his grip on his thighs tightens but you weren't having any of that. Raising your hand you bring it to strike across the side of his ass causing him to yell out in pain.

“You use words when you address me little boy, understood.” you more demand then ask for a response as you lightly rub where you had smacked him.

“Y-yes Mistress” And you're back to laying on your tummy between his legs reaching between yourself to dip a finger into your pussy. Bring it up you take in a view you never thought you’d seen. Your die hard dom boyfriend laying on his back eyes close offering you his asshole. Feeling yourself dampened even more you bring your finger to his rim.

Pressing your finger into the tight rim has him letting out an almost indistinguishable noise as you check on him. “Barely halfway just breathe my pretty baby, I’m gonna go further” And you fully press a finger into him. You let him get adjusted before you start to inch your way out about halfway only to press in more. Getting him used to the movement you spit onto his entrance as you begin to pick the pace. Taehyung had stopped clenching so hard on your finger and you could see the grip he had lossen on his thighs as he got comfortable with the intrusion.

“There we go sweet boy, good?”

And just as he’s about to nod he quickly remembers who he’s with and he’s croaking out a “Yes Mistress, love y-your finger in my ass” to which you hum in delight before pulling your finger out much to his dismay. You press two fingers into your entrance collecting your juices before bringing them back to his ass and pushing them in. The sharp breath comes back as you're met with his asshole tightening.

“Shh baby breath for me, I need to stretch you out before I can fuck your pretty ass babe” and at your smooth voice you feel his ass unclench in the slightest amount giving you room to push in a little more. Leaning over you take his balls into his mouth to provide a distraction in hopes you’ll be able to finger his ass better. Moaning out as you take his balls in, you give a good suck to them and you feel his mind wander from his ass into bliss since you’re able to push your fingers in further.

You give him a few more sucks enjoying the gasps and groans he was emitting before pulling off to admire the two fingers fucking into his ass. His greedy hole was sucking them in at this point begging to be fucked and you stared in awe. “So fucking pretty baby”

After a few tries and the endless curling of your fingers a broken moan and jolt of Taehyung's body lets you know you’ve found that sweet spot inside of him that would have him cumming all over himself when you fucked him. He begins to push himself against your finger fucking himself making another gush of desire flood from you. “Such a needy baby, look at your cock it’s so hard” you giggle at him speeding up the pace of your fingers.

His body is shaking as his fingers want to creep upwards towards his angry length wanting some relief but like you he knows his rule of not touching yourself without explicit permission definitely applies now that you’re Mistress.

Reaching your free hand up you grip his cock just as you start to scissor your fingers inside of him. Taehyung releases curses and groans widening his own legs as he tries not to thrust up into your hand. You continue scissoring him and squeezing his cock until you feel he’s ready to a third and final finger before the faux cock. It’s a tight fit but you immediately fuck your fingers at a fast pace hitting his prostate sweetly while rubbing the dead of his dick spreading the pre-cum. “M-mistress wan’you” he murmurs out from under his hands as his stomach clenches in pleasure.

“What was that sweetie?”

“Please fuck me, I want you so bad please.” he cries legs shaking in his grip.

Sitting up on your knees you reach over and strap the cock to your body smirking at the neon pink cock sticking out of you. Grabbing the lube you squeeze some on the dildo and make sure to cover its surface thoroughly. Putting a bit on your fingers you rub some on his hole to be extra precautious.

“Ready pretty baby?” you ask as you teasingly rub the socks head around his rim loving the way he pushes back gently as he whispers a yes. He lets go of his legs as you guide them to hold onto your breasts while you lean a bit forward staring into his eyes. “Love you.” “Adore You” he repeats back his eyes full of anticipation but vulnerability as well.

You bring the head to push against his tightness pressing the cock inside. Groaning out his eyes shut at the sensation of being stretched wider than your delicate fingers. You coo and feel his hands grips your breasts roughly as you bite your lip at the feeling. Slowly you push inch after inch of the cock praising him for taking you so well and being such a good boy for his Mistress when you bottom out.

Leaning over until you both are flush against each other you press a kiss to his lips, “Can I move angel?” and at his approval you thrust out slowly halfway before pushing in creating a rhythm and grinding your pels forward every time you reach the base again. You continue slowly until his pleas for more have you snapping your hips forward quickly as he grits his teeth opening his eyes. “F-faster Mistress please need it”

You stare into his eyes as you fuck into him roughly loving the moans and cries leaving his lips as he continues to circle your nipples. “Good boy, you love getting your pretty ass fucked by Mistress huh baby?” without his answer you push his hands off of you as you kneel gripping his waist. You wiggle yourself trying to find his prostate as you fuck him. Once you hear his sweet desperate cry you continue to hit that spot over and over.

His cock is hard and standing begging for your attention and you can’t help but reach for it and rubbing the pre-cum around to help you stroke him. You pick up your pace at his sweet cries fucking his ass and cock harder. Feeling him tense in your grip as his eyes shoot to you. “Please Mistress m’gonna cum please let me for you” Smiling you let your hand squeeze the base of his cock and you abruptly slow your thrusts causing him to scream out.

“Mmm I don’t know baby boy, you’ve been good but I really like fucking your ass. You look so pretty crying under me” you laugh giving him an extra squeeze. “P-please m-miss- AH!” he screams as you begin thrusting quickly in an unforgiving pace while resuming your tugging on his cock.

“I’m gonna give you 10 seconds to cum if you don’t then I’m gonna pull out and fuck myself with this cock got it?” nodding at your works you laugh at his face contorting in pleasure as he thrusts into your hand while you begin counting down. “H-arder please balls Mistress b-balls” he cries interrupting as you hit 5. Rolling your eyes you take pity on your baby crying in front of you and you let your free hand go from his waist to his balls cupping them. “F-fuck gonna cum, all for y-youu shit!” he curses.

Within your last count to 1 he’s shooting white milky cum from the head of his cock all over your hand and landing on his tummy. You help him ride out his orgasm thrusting shallowly as you let your hand continue to stroke until the oversensitivity has him crying out once again.

When you pull out he whines at the emptiness in his ass as you reach for your discarded towels to clean him up and take the strap on off. Taehyung lays spent on the bed staring at the ceiling when you pull the covers for him to huddle in. “God I would die for you” he admits as he follows the fan spinning above.

“Don’t say that Tae” shaking your head as you cross your arms at him, barely remembering the beautiful ring he put on your finger not too long ago. It truly was stunning and gave you butterflies thinking of your future together.

“But it’s true, there would be no purpose for me in this world if I’m not by your side” Taehyung admits as he lays himself under the covers turning on his side to face your side of the bed.

You walk off to the bathroom to clean yourself of the dried lube on your hands as you call out. “I just fucked your ass and now you’re being super sweet and romantic” You walk back out situating the blanket and pillows to your liking before teasingly asking “Who are you and what have you done with my Master?”

“Oh don’t worry little one when you wake up I’ll remind you who Master is. But right now my ass hurts and I want kisses so come here.”

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