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You gazed as the gorgeous man in front of you. Well, not so much of a man as he was an elf, one of the ancient race and you knew there was a difference- to them of course. Such a difference that the relationship between you and Legolas was kept a secret. It wasn't entirely forbidden, but Legolas was the son of an elf King. 

Your eyes trailed down his body. He had the perfect physique- as all of the elven men and women seemed to. Thin, but still fit and muscular. Long luscious blond hair and a pretty face, but still manly at the same time. 

You always felt rather. . . well ugly was a blunt word, but it still fit. Unflattering, perhaps. You knew among common mortals- as Legolas might put it- you were decently pretty, even in your own eyes, but amongst the elves. . .

Legolas was a man and beautiful. The women were something completely different. You still didn't know how Legolas could prefer you when he had so many female elves that would love to court with him. 

"You're staring." Legolas murmured softly, feeling your eyes burning into him. He opened them, his brown eyes meeting your E/C ones. Though you looked away, he could still read the emotions in them, sliding a hand across your hand. "Y/N, you are beautiful." 

You flushed, looking away completely. It was very easy for him to say it, of course. But it didn't mean anything. Not when you couldn't see it yourself. 

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Always self-conscious of the maid that came in to serve the two of you, you quickly slumped back into the sheets, feigning sleep while Legolas chuckled softly. 

You knew which elf it was the minute he greeted her by name. The elf with the silvery blue hair and large purple eyes. She was so beautiful you couldn't even believe she was a maid and even more surprised that Legolas had not had any sort of relations with her before meeting you. It had been rumored that they had, after all. But Legolas always told you the truth about whatever you asked. If he said they hadn't, then they hadn't. 

"Good morning my Prince." Annerose murmured softly, the sounds of clinking dishes being set on a tray near the bed. 

"Good morning Annerose." Legolas murmured back quietly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder blades. 

 "Um, my Prince!" Annerose said quickly, as though wanting to speak before you woke up, "I. . . there have been. . . well pardon me if this sounds forward. But you are our future King and some of the other servants. . . we've been worried about you." 

"Oh?" Legolas questioned. You could heard the curiosity in his voice. "For what reason?" 

Annerose hesitated a long time before saying rather meekly. "I know this is rather forward of me, my Prince, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but we have been worried if. . . if you are satisfied." 

Your cheeks burned and Legolas hand stopped rubbing circles on your back. You held back anything you wanted to say or do, keeping up the pretense of sleep. 

Legolas responded easily. "I can assure you that it is a needless worried. I am very satisfied, Annerose." 

"Ah." Annerose sounded unhappy with this, but of course would never say so. "I'm glad my Prince. Well, if there is ever anything else, you shall ring the bell." 

"Of course. Thank you." Legolas said, the edge of his tone clearly dismissive and then suddenly called out, "Annerose!" 

"Yes, my Prince?" Her tone had the slightest hint of hope in it. 

"Please, to clear all conscious and worries, let the others know that Y/N is to be my wife. They need not worry with my love, she is all I shall ever want." Legolas said. 

Annerose said nothing more, leaving the room, the door closing behind her quietly. 

Legolas said nothing, his hand leaving your back and you felt the bed dip as he got off of it, presumably to go and get the breakfast. You stayed laying where you were, hoping to fall back into an endless sleep and get away from the humiliation. 

The bed dipped again, long lithe arms pulling you back against his chest. A sob had gotten stuck in your throat and you didn't dare let it out, so you kept your lips shut firmly, trying to even out your breathing. 

"I know you're not asleep." Legolas murmured, stroking your hair back. "And I know her words hurt you. I'm sorry they were so thoughtless, my love." 

You swallowed the sob down and once the lump was gone, you murmured softly. "I'm alright. Just tired." 

"No you're not." Legolas saw right through you. "I know exactly what you need." 

He started to kiss down the back of your spine, his lips leaving a feather trail of burning spots. His hands caressed you and when you finally opened your eyes, he picked you up, swinging you over to sit you on the end of the bed. 

"Look." He murmured softly, looking straight at something, and then you realized that it was your reflection. The two of you were reflected in the tall, body-length mirror that sat in front of his bed. Gilded and wrought with silver and emeralds, your reflections were clear as day. 

You were painfully aware of how plain you looked next to him and averted your eyes down to the carpet in front of the bed, but Legolas wasn't having any of it. His fingers lifted your chin until you were looking directly at the two of you again. 

"What do you see?" Legolas asked softly, kissing the side of your neck, before meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

"I see myself. And I see you." You stated stubbornly. 

Legolas didn't back down. "How do you think of me?" 

"You're gloriously beautiful." You replied immediately. "You're so ageless and fair, there's a gay light in your eyes at all times. Your hair is so silky and smooth, it glows. But you're also as regal as your father." 

"And how do you think of yourself?" Legolas fingers were rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh now, slightly distracting you. 

"Well, I haven't prettied myself up, so I look rather plain." You admitted, figuring that this was the game you were playing and it was time to put everything out in the open. "But then again, next to you, I'm always plain. I don't have any of your light and I don't have any elvish beauty. I wish I did. Annerose is so beautiful Legolas, I don't know how you didn't fall for her instead." 

"Because she's not you." Legolas whispered, pulling the sheets away from your body so that you were exposed- the two of you having fallen asleep naked last night. You flushed a little as he ran his fingers through your H/C mons, before sliding two fingers into your cunt. 

Legolas got off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of you. "Y/N, you're going to look into the mirror the entire time. You will not look away, you will not close your eyes, you will only look at yourself and focus on my words. You don't have to ask for permission or say anything at all. Your safe word is still in use, understand?" 

"Yes." You murmured, letting your eyes stray down for a second, looking at the glorious Prince on his knees before you, before letting your eyes move back up to your own face. 

Legolas licked a stripe through your folds, your legs shaking a little, threatening to close around his head. 

"You know what I see?" Legolas asked, before diving back in for his feast. Though you knew that you didn't have to answer, you couldn't help the slightly snarky retort that rolled off your tongue. 

"A human?" 

Legolas lightly pinched the inside of your thigh, but otherwise didn't comment. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers and answered instead, "I see a beautiful young woman. Your hair shines in the sun, and when you have it down, it curls around your face, framing it, so that it softens your features." 

You wanted to look down at him, but kept your eyes focused on the mirror, looking at yourself. It was the one thing Legolas had commanded from you, so you wanted to make sure you followed through. 

"You have a different beauty." Legolas continued, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs. "Something no elf has, even me. Mortal beauty Y/N. You are beautiful as a human and you don't even realize it." 

'Well of course not.' You thought inside your head, staring into your own eyes, which reflected a bitter sadness back at you. 'Have you seen yourself?' 

Legolas seemed to feel your emotions because he kissed the inside of your thigh and said, "Look. Look at yourself Princess." 

Your heart fluttered with the nickname and you watched your cheeks redden just a tad. A new light was in your eyes as pleasure started to coil in your abdomen. One of your small hands came into view as you placed it lightly on Legolas' fair hair. You watched your slender fingers slide into his locks as he latched back onto your cunt. 

You watched your own eyes widen, glistening lips parting a little as you let out a moan. 

"Look how beautiful you are." Legolas mumbled, muffled slightly as he didn't let up eating you out. You let out another moan, his words causing vibrations against your lower lips. Your legs shook and you could see your cheeks turning pinker. 

"My Prince. . ." You moaned, voice quavering as you started to read the apex of your orgasm. Legolas looked beautiful between your legs, your hand tightening in his hair, the golden-white locks bunching up. He looked almost disheveled now, if that was possible. . . and it was because of you. 

Your eyes were even brighter now, almost glazed as you reached your pleasure, which felt like fire across your veins. Your body shook and you watched yourself in the mirror once more, before collapsing against the bed so that you could relax. 

You stared up at Legolas as he knelt next to you, smiling a little like you were the most adorable thing he'd seen on Middle Earth. His hand stroked your cheek until you finally smiled back at him. 

"Did you see your beauty?" Legolas asked softly. 

You knew what he meant and you could see it. He was right, it was a different sort of beauty than perhaps he was thinking about, but it was beauty. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

"Do you know why you're mine?" Legolas whispered. 

You blushed at that. "You love me." 

"Exactly." Legolas said, picking you up into his arms now, cradling you as he brought you over to sit with the food so the two of you could eat. "I love you." 

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"What if I don't want to?" You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"You don't have a choice." Remus growled at you, hands clenched around the back of his office chair. "Full moon is in a few hours, and I need you gone, you understand? You can't be anywhere near me when I become a werewolf." 

"You took the potion, you're safe." You said stubbornly, looking at the goblet that, while empty, still had smoke wafting from it. You wondered if it had been hot to drink as well. Remus had only told you it tasted disgusting. 

"I am not safe." Remus growled. His pupils were bigger than normal, a side effect from the full moon being so close. "Tame and safe are very different, Y/N. Just because the potion makes me tame, does not make me safe. I could still lash out and bite you. I'm becoming a wolf, I'm still becoming a monster." 

"You're not a monster." You growled back, stalking over to him. He backed up a little. It was frustrating that he was scared to be close to you, even as a human. "You're not!" 

"You need to go and stay in your own bedroom tonight, okay? Please bunny?" He begged. 

You pursued your lips, looking into his pale face. You crossed your fingers behind your back. "Fine." 

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You crept quietly back up towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts office where you knew Remus was. The castle itself was dead quiet, and wolves had good hearing, so you were treading carefully. 

You wanted to be with Remus during this hardship, but he wouldn't let you anywhere near him. Things would be different tonight, you would make sure of it. 

You twisted the doorknob, finding it locked. You rolled your eyes, tapping it silently with your wand and pushing it open. 

You closed the door behind you, pressing your back to it. The office was quiet and dark, moonlight shining in through the window. You didn't see Remus, which was strange, but the office had another door leading into the bedroom that you and Remus usually shared, so you figured he was in there. 

The door was wide open, though the room was also dark. "Remus?" You called out quietly, standing in the doorway, peering around the room. He wasn't in here either. Had he changed his mind? Gone out to the Forbidden Forest instead? 

Suddenly, you heard a low growl behind you, which made your hair stand up on end in fear. You turned slowly, nearly screaming when you saw the tall werewolf standing right behind you. Your back found the wall, wondering for the first time if you had really thought this through. 

Even as a werewolf, Remus looked furious, angry black eyes that were glinting. He had bared his teeth, his long snout quivering. You were going to be in so much trouble when he could talk and punish you. 

Suddenly, his large paw hit you from the side and you tumbled to the floor on your back. He leapt, landing so that his entire body covered yours, his snout nudging your cheek. "R-Remus." You whispered. His teeth were so close to your body, your heart pounded heavily in your chest. You hadn't thought this through at all. 

Your clothes were ripped from his claws, your shirt not much more than scraps. He hadn't touched your skin however, which was still smooth and perfect. You lifted the shirt over your head, throwing it to the side since it was more cumbersome than anything else, figuring you'd grab one of his shirts once he had backed off. 

He didn't back off. 

Instead, he dipped his large head, his heavy tongue licked over your breasts. Your nipples, sensitive from last night, tingled and you let out a surprised moan. 

Remus' demeanor changed immediately. He became less aggressive, his long snout dipping down, nudging against the inside of your clothed thighs. His teeth ripped your pajamas away, his black eyes daring you to say something. But the thrill of fear that had gone through you at being bitten was gone, replaced by anticipation and trust. 

His tongue licked you, larger than an tongue could be. While it felt amazing, it tickled and you twisted on the ground. Remus put one large paw on your stomach, holding you still while his tongue dwelled deep inside of you, still licking you up. 

There was no time to breathe when he pulled his tongue out, because he had immediately sheathed himself inside of you. 

"OH!" You shouted, back arching off the ground. "FUCK REMUS!" 

He didn't stop, perhaps his animal instinct for mating overturning any ideas of checking on you. But there truly was such a thing as 'to large' and you were sure that he was never going to fit quite comfortably. All you could do now was hold on for the ride you'd gotten yourself into. 

He was animalistic in his fucking- as expected- his thrusts furious and somewhat sloppy, but deep and impactful. You could feel every inch of him as he thrusted inside of you, slamming his hips against you. His claws dug into the wooden floor behind you, clawing up the floor that you were sure even spells wouldn't be able to fix. 

"FUCK!" You screamed as you came hard, but he didn't stop, still plowing into you, interested solely in the release he was chasing. He reached it after your second orgasm, filling you up more than he would've human, his liquids starting to spill from your cunt even as he kept releasing into you. 

He panted as he pulled away, looking as satisfied as a werewolf could. You laid there for a moment, watching as he padded away momentarily, before coming back to you, nudging your cheek with his nose. 

You struggled to sit up, before he nudged you a little harder, this time in the back. Getting the message, you staggered to your feet, leaving the bedroom. He herded you to the corner of the room with a large nest of blankets and pillows that you hadn't noticed before in the dark. 

You sat down wearily before he wrapped himself almost protectively around you. "See." You mumbled sleepily, scratching his head behind his ears, "You're not bad at all, just an overgrown puppy." 

"We won't hurt you." Claude promised, towering over you as Sebastian lounged on the bed behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see that the other demon looked rather bored, his amber eyes meeting yours, the corner of his mouth lifting into the slightest of smirks. 

"I know." You murmured softly, unable to look Claude in the eye. "I know I just. . . the idea of not being able to breathe is scary. You guys don't need to breathe so what if you forget?" 

Claude took your chin between his fingers, making you stare into his golden eyes. "Y/N. Do you really think we would forget something as precious as that?" 

"No." You replied honestly. 

"Good." Sebastian purred in your ear, making you jump seven feet in the air, crashing into Claude as you hadn't heard the other demon approach at all. 

Claude shot Sebastian an annoyed look as he helped you steady yourself. "Really Sebastian? It's almost as though you want to prove yourself careless." 

"I'm sorry kitten." Sebastian smirked, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it in apologies. "We truly will keep you safe however." 

You let out a deep, shaky breath. "Okay." 

Sebastians' eyes glimmered, "Excellent." 

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You were kneeling on the bed, wearing black lingerie. Black had never been your favorite colour- you had thought it made you look rather pale and unflattering- but Sebastian and Claude loved seeing it on you. They made you feel beautiful, not the clothing that you wore for a few minutes before they tore it to shreds. 

You took a deep breath, something you were doing every twenty seconds. Despite their reassurances and despite you knowing that they would never hurt you, especially with something as simple as breath play- you had done far more complex and dangerous kinks- you were still a little nervous. 

Your worry that they would forget you needed to breathe was at the top of your list. An entity that didn't need to breathe, caught up in the moment, might perhaps forget that the one they were with did need air.  

But, Claude was right. They were demons and they were not negligent in anything they did. You were safe. 

Footsteps behind you alerted you that at least Claude was in the room. He had always attempted to act more human with you, or at least not scare you as badly as Sebastian did. Sebastian seemed to live simply to make sure you jumped at his every move. 

Claude had taken his gloves off, showing you the tattoo on the back of his hands as he ran his hands across your body, before ripping the bra away, massaging your breasts immediately. He sucked and bit gently at your neck and you relaxed into him, moaning. 

"Eyes open." Sebastian whispered, breath fanning across your face. Your body tensed, flinching a little into Claude who let out an annoyed noise, pulling away from your neck. 

You opened your eyes to find the slightly younger demon smirking, hovering in front of you. He was completely naked, showing you a lithe, thin, fit figure. His amber eyes hypnotized you and you shook your head at him slightly. 

"One of these days you're really going to give me a heart attack, you know that master?" You asked, sinking back into Claude. 

"And then," Sebastian whispered, starting at your throat with his tongue, before slowly working his way down your body. "I'll consume your soul and make you my slave forever." 

You whimpered as he reached your naval, which was somewhat ticklish. Claude made another annoyed noise. He loved you being human and hated when Sebastian talked about such things as consuming your soul or your death. 

The relationship between the three of you was complicated. You liked both of them- loved them even though you'd never say so to their faces (Demons did not grasp the concept of love). And they were both fond of you. They couldn't stand each other though, only tolerating each others' presence because of you. 

Sebastian ran his tongue back up your stomach, before latching onto your breast. Claude's hands gently caressed your shoulders, his lips against your back. Slowly, he slid one hand up to cup your throat. 

You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to apply pressure. But Claude simply kept his hand there, teasingly, while Sebastian continued to lick and suck your breasts. It wasn't until Sebastian moved lower, laying his tongue flat against your cunt, that Claude squeezed, not hard yet, but lightly. 

"We're taking this slow." Claude murmured softly as Sebastian sucked your clit into his mouth, teeth scraping over the sensitive nub. "I want you to be comfortable first." 

You didn't know if Sebastian was going to stick with that, but you trusted Claude on his word at the very least. 

Sebastian looked up at you, his hands tight on your thighs. You could see his tongue as it came out, slowly licking you, teasing you. You let out another nervous breath. 

Claude squeezed your throat now, fingers coming up, pinching your nose lightly and just like that, you couldn't breathe. It was a strange, almost panicky feeling. You wanted to immediately react, throw his hand off your nose, tap out and use your safe word. But you kept yourself from doing so and thought of the fuzzy feeling that you were having. 

You suddenly felt as though the feelings of Sebastian licking you up were heightened. Your cunt was immediately flooding with liquids and you came hard on Sebastian's' tongue, though you previously hadn't been as close. 

Claude released your mouth and nose, causing you to gasp dramatically for breath. Claude kept a tight hold on you as you struggled on your knees, still trying to come to terms with it. 

"Do you want to keep going?" Claude demanded fiercely. He was very protective of you and this kink had not been his idea, but Sebastians'. 

"Yes." You breathed out, gaining control of your breathing now. "It. . ." You were trying to figure out how to explain it and you couldn't, so you just said 'yes' again and left it at that. Claude surveyed you for another moment and then nodded. 

Sebastian pulled you away from Claude, sprawling you out on your back on the bed. He lifted your hips, thrusting into you, making you moan. Sebastian's hand covered your nose and mouth, pressing down hard so that you couldn't breathe. Claude hovered nearby so that he could watch you and Sebastian. 

It was such an overwhelming, light-headed feeling. He was fucking you harshly while you couldn't breathe. You couldn't even explain the feeling of your lungs fighting for air that you weren't and couldn't receive, while simultaneously feeling like your body was on fire in pleasure. 

Your body jerked, needing air, but Sebastian only pressed tighter against your mouth and nose. Claude's eyes were flicking between the two of before Sebastian demanded "cum" and you came without even realizing that you were on the brink of release. His hand moved away immediately, air swooping down your lungs in huge gulps. The mixed relief in your lungs with the overwhelming pleasure your body was riding on seemed to lengthen your orgasm. 

Claude had pulled you into his arms once more, this time so you were straddling him, sinking down on his cock. He pinched your nose first as you started to ride him, moving yourself up and down in rhythm to breathing through your mouth. 

This was slightly more uncomfortable, since your breathing sounded heavy in your ears. Claude released your nose, letting you breath fully again, using his demon speed so that you were suddenly under him, legs pushed back so your knees were against your breasts. 

"Oh~" You cried out, moaning a little, before Sebastian pinched your nose and covered your mouth again. Claude's hand tightened around your throat as he pistoned into you. This time, you barely even noticed you were unable to breathe, instead completely pliable between them as the pleasure overwhelmed you. 

It took about twenty-five seconds before your lungs were screaming again, but this time you didn't pay any attention to it, white spots dancing in front of your eyes. Hands were off of you as you careened over the edge, lungs filled with air once more. 

You realized you were fighting to stay conscious and slumped forwards into Claude's arms, finally noticing that he had pulled you into his arms, body still sunk down on his cock. 

"There we go pet." Claude whispered softly, tapping your cheek lightly with a glass of water. The condensation trickling down your cheek to the corner of your lip. He tipped the glass at your mouth, which you sucked up greedily, draining the glass in ten seconds. "Hi." He whispered as you looked at him again. 

You smiled a little and then became a little surprised, noticing the time on the wall. "Wow, I didn't realize so much time passed." You murmured, "It felt like everything happened within five minutes." 

Claude nodded, stroking your cheek. "I'm just glad you didn't black out at all. I'm not sure I can do the play again. It. . ." He hesitated, looking for the right word, but then softly admitted, "scared me I suppose is the best fitting word. If you want to do it with Sebastian, I'll monitor, but I don't think I can cause you harm like that, regardless." 

"That's okay." You said, kissing his cheek, before snuggling into his shoulder. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. But thank you for doing it tonight." 

He gently stood up, letting his cock fall out of you, before dashing to the bathroom where a tub of heated water sat. "Go ahead and fall asleep kitten." Claude whispered softly. "I've got you." 

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"Jack do you think you could take a look at this when you get a chance?" You asked, carrying in a large tank of beetles that Temperance had told you to take to Jack. 

"Well hey Babe." Jack said with a smile, turning in his rolling chair to look at you, before his eyes dropped to the tank in your hands, "Well, well, you always bring me the best presents." He reached out, taking the tank out of your hands and gently setting it down on an empty metal counter, bending over to peer inside. 

Jack leaned in closer, bracing one hand on the counter as he adjusted the lamp over the tank. The light caught the glossy shells inside, and his grin widened instantly with boyish joy.

"Oh, these are gorgeous," he murmured, already halfway gone into his own world. "Look at that elytra- see the iridescence? That's not just for show, you know. Structural coloration. Light refracting through microscopic layers. Nature's version of nanotech."

He gestured for you to come closer, already reaching for a pair of tweezers. "Come here, you've gotta see this up close."

You stepped beside him, leaning slightly over the tank as he carefully nudged one of the beetles onto a small tray. You had never been quite the fan of bugs, definitely not like Jack, but you didn't hate them quite enough to back away. It clicked softly against the metal, legs scrambling for a moment before settling.

"This," Jack said, lowering his voice like he was introducing royalty, "is a Buprestidae. Jewel beetle. Probably Chrysochroa genus if I had to guess, but I'd want a scope to be sure." He glanced at you briefly, eyes bright. "And yes, I will be getting a scope."

You laughed at that, ruffling his hair. "Alright, well you have fun with that." 

"Leaving so soon?" Jack asked, looking up at you in surprise, "But you just got here." He straightened up, placing his hands lightly on your hips, pulling you closer with a mischeivous smile. 

"Jack!" You scoffed your laugh, rolling your eyes as you smiled at him, "We're both on the clock." 

"I mean, I have a lunch break in. . ." He checked his watch, "Now." He kissed your lips lightly and you closed your eyes, letting him and basking in it for a moment before pulling away gently. 

"But I am not." You said, extracting yourself from his arms, brushing down your FBI uniform. 

"You haven't eaten yet?" Jack asked in a stern voice and you realized you had been caught in a trap. 

You tried not to smile as you crossed your arms and looked sternly at him, but the smile crept onto your lips and you gave it up with a laugh, "Alright, alright. But Jack, I am not doing this in public and I am not doing this in the car." 

Jack grinned, standing up and taking your hand, "Don't worry, I know a very nice place." 

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"You're kidding right?" You nearly choked out as Jack showed you exactly where you were going, "Isn't this like. . . the bed Cleopatara slept on?" 

"The exact same one." Jack said, kicking his shoes off and tossing his white lab coat onto an old antique chair with a tag that said it had once belonged to the first Queen of England. 

"Jack we can't. . ." You looked around nervously, not spotting any cameras or people, "This is ancient-" 

"Well I've always tried to treat you like a Queen." Jack laughed, pulling you closer to him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sooooo." You couldn't help but laugh at that too, running your hands through his curly hair. 

"I cannot believe you want to make love on the same bed Cleopatara slept with her younger brother in." You sighed, but relented, kicking off your own shoes and neatly folding up your FBI jacket. 

"So you know your history." Jack grinned, and was clearly pleasantly surprised. 

"Oh of course I do." You laughed, climbing up onto the bed behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers undoing his top button. "Cleopatra married her youngest brother Ptolemy XIII first and then later Ptolemy XIV. But Cleopatra was in love with first Julius Caesar and then Mark Antony. So really, we're going to make love on a bed that had many, many relationships in it." 

"I guess we should adds ours to the mix then." Jack said, tossing his shirt off before turning and kissing you passionately, his hands carressing your face as he slid his fingers into your hair. 

Cleopatara was quite firmly driven out of your mind as he lifted the white shirt you had been wearing underneath your blazer off, before unbuttoning your bra. "Lace under the uniform?" Jack teased, tossing the bra to the floor. "Naughty. . . I think you wanted this to happen." 

You just laughed, yanking his belt out of his loops, wrapping it around the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. He laughed against your lips, his hands sliding under your body to press against your back. "Is that how we're playing babe?" He grinned, his hand wrapping around yours, tossing the belt to the floor. "Cause you know I enjoy a good game." 

"Liar." You teased, "I can never get you to help with my crossword puzzles." 

"Liar." He teased right back. "You hate when I help you with your crossword puzzles." 

"Well you're such a know-it-all ah~" You squealed as he attacked your neck with kisses, his hands sliding down your body in exploration. He chuckled before kissing your lips again and then lifting your hips in his hands. 

"What do you want from me babe?" Jack asked softly. "I can warm you up-" 

"Oh just fuck me Jack. You've been edging me for years." You replied dramatically, tossing an arm across your face. 

"My little drama queen." Jack replied with amusement before fully seating himself inside of you. All of your sarcasm and teasing went out the window. Your arm fell away from your face as it contorted in pleasure, and you let out a soft moan of desire. "And there's my lovely wife." He murmured, still teasing. 

Words fell out of your head, no longer wanting anything more than the pleasure Jack was giving you. You ran your hands up his arms, which were caging you in as he rolled his hips slowly, yet firmly. You gripped his shoulders as you tossed your head back, before pulling him down to you so that you could kiss him again. 

This kiss had none of the soft teasing as all the other ones. This one was a fight of tongue, grappling with each other as he started to speed up his thrusts. 

"I love you." Jack breathed out, one hand cupping your breast, squeezing lightly so that your eyes rolled into the back of your head. "How about you cum for me beautiful?" 

"Yes~" You whispered in a daze, squeezing your legs tightly around his waist. It wasn't long before you were finishing, pussy spasming around his cock. Jack finished, hot liquid inside of you before he pulled out gently, chuckling. 

"Well," He grinned, tilting his head a little. "For all my genius. . . I forgot a washcloth." 

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You were the soldiers doll. 

A young, beautiful woman in her mid-twenties they had fallen in love with and you with them. And after two fairly normal years of courting each other, you married and moved in. And after another year and a half, you all discovered something you enjoyed doing. And so you became their doll. 

At the moment however, you were actually fast asleep. Bucky was the only one awake, watching you as you slept between Steve and Sam. You were absolutely gorgeous and you looked so at peace. 

He smiled, looking over at the outfit he was going to put you in today. They were all off of work, and when that happened, it meant a full almost 24 hours of pure sex and lust. The days were rare, few and far between, and so craved when they happened. 

At first glance, the clothes were rather innocent. He'd gotten a 40s dress (something you wore most of the time anyways) in Steves' favorite shade of green. But underneath the clothes, you would be wearing a rather skimpy set of lingerie in Sams' favorite colour of purple. 

He watched as you started to stir quietly, opening your beautiful eyes. You smiled as you came face to face with Sam, kissing his cheek softly. Your eyes wandered until you noticed Bucky, watching you and you blushed. 

"Morning doll." Bucky drawled, rising from his chair. He walked over to the bed and picked you up in his arms, before setting you back down on the floor. He kissed your lips and whispered, "I've already got your clothes for you." 

You stood patiently as he dressed you, helping him along, before letting him carry you out to the kitchen. He set you down in your chair, before going over to make pancakes, french toast, and sausages. The smells made your mouth water, but you tried not to make a single noise, lest Bucky realize you were a 'real' person. 

The seriousness of what you called 'doll play' depended on the day. For most of the days, if one of them was at work or on a mission, it was very light. Especially if Sam and Steve were the husbands home. They enjoyed doll play, though not to the extent as Bucky and were more likely to let you do your own things if they were in a more relaxing mood. 

And even Bucky didn't always treat you like a doll and even in days he was in what you privately called 'hardcore doll play' he never did it in public. It was something in private only for the four of you. 

But on days like this, where you had the entire day, doll play was taken very seriously. You always set it as a challenge for yourself. Unless they specified you answer a question, you wouldn't talk or make a noise. You weren't perfect of course, but there was no punishment for that. 

You were determined however that you would be the perfect doll this day. 

Bucky was done cooking in about twenty moments and you had closed your eyes, waiting, focusing on not fidgeting like you may have on another day. But as you heard him come closer, you opened your eyes. Bucky pulled the chair out next to you, picking up the fork and spearing a small piece of sausage. 

He took your face in his hand gently and you automatically opened your mouth as he lifted your fork to your lips. You were only human though, and however much you wanted to be a real doll for him, it didn't stop the embarrassed flush spreading across your cheeks. 

"That's beautiful." Bucky mumbled, stroking your cheek with the back of his thumb, loving the way the flush spread across them even more with the compliment. Feeding you took a bit of work and by the time you were done eating, Sam came out of the bedroom and you could hear Steve in the shower. 

"Good morning sugar cube." Sam said sweetly, kissing the top of your head. "Morning honey." He pecked Buckys' lips before grabbing breakfast, sitting down across from the two of you, shooting you a cheeky grin. "How's she doing Buck?" 

"She's perfect." Bucky mumbled, kissing along your shoulders now that the two of you were done eating. You simply sat there, taking the compliments, while also focusing on keeping your body completely still. In this position, you were easily tempted to kick your legs a little just for something to do. 

"Morning." Steve said, coming out of the bedroom as Sam put two plates of food down. "Hi Princess." He kissed your cheek and you had to remember your mindset so you didn't turn and chase his lips. You were feeling quite pleased with yourself for doing so well. 

Bucky watched his doll as she remained still and silent on his lap. His cock was so hard in his pants that it was taking all of his self control not to start wanking it out at the breakfast table. But you were being so perfect, so submissive, so obedient. . . God he just wanted to slam you on the table and fuck you hard. His cock twitched again in his jeans. 

It was going to be a long day if those two didn't finish eating soon. He busied himself with combing your hair, working the snarls from sleep out gently and soothingly. On any other day you'd been preening, smiling at him over your shoulder but you were being so good, so still. All he was doing was getting harder. 

Steve and Sam helped a little, talking about politics and sports, whatever came to their mind as Steve casually read the newspaper. Both of them acted as though they couldn't tell Bucky or you were about to fall apart at the seams if they didn't hurry up and finish. 

Sam enjoyed teasing Bucky at any moment of the day, so he took great delight in finishing his breakfast slowly, only hurriedly scooping the last of his sausage into his mouth for you, knowing you were just as needy as his dark-haired husband. 

Steve meanwhile stood in front of you, running his large hands up to cup your face, tilting your head up to look at him. He smiled proudly at how good you were being, knowing that Bucky was enjoying himself immensely. "Good doll." He whispered, being pecking your lips. He always made his kisses short when you were in doll mode so that you weren't tempted to kiss back. 

"So what are we doing today?" Sam asked Bucky. "You're in charge after all." 

"Fucking finally." Bucky groaned. "I thought you were never going to finish eating." 

"Well I wanted to make sure our doll over there isn't feeling to needy." Sam grinned. 

"She doesn't have any feelings." Steve said, still stroking his thumb across your cheek. "We can use her however we want." 

You were practically vibrating on Buckys' lap, arousal and frustration mounting inside of you. It wasn't even ten o'clock yet and you were already so pent up, you were sure you weren't going to last in solely doll mode for long. But you were so desperate for this treatment, to be used and abused without any care to how you felt. You craved it, and you were afraid that you were going to vibrate right off Buckys' lap. 

Steve could notice the subtle motions you were making, the way your fingers curled tightly against your palms. He knew there would be crescents imprinted against your soft skin from how tightly you were pressing your nails there, trying so hard not to move. He could tell his words were turning you on, causing you to lose your mind. 

They moved to the living room, Steve carrying you this time, sitting you upright on the sofa between himself and Sam. Bucky sat across from you, watching your every move (or nonmove) with sharp, pleased eyes. 

You were only human though, and as both Sam and Steve started to kiss up your arms, goosebumps broke out, causing all three men to chuckle, though the two didn't stop their ministrations. 

"So sensitive." Sam teased, kissing the side of your neck. Bucky eventually came back to the couch, picking you up to sit you on his lap while Steve put on a movie. 

Like always, Steve actually fell into watching the movie, forgetting about the three of you as the creativity of the movie pulled him in. Sam and Bucky on the other hand couldn't care less about it, as they continued to tease you and each other. And as such, you couldn't pay attention to the movie either- not that dolls intake them anyways. 

It was to your surprise (and Sams' and Buckys') when Steve suddenly stood up, picking you right off of Bucky's lap, tossing you into the armchair. You did your best not to react, although your heart rate had certainly sped up. You landed gently of course- Steve would never cause you harm- and before you knew it, Steve had pushed your dress up, his mouth covering your clit and sucking. 

It hurt. Not literally, the pleasure was actually overwhelming. But the fact that you couldn't make a sound or move a muscle. You felt like you were going to die, sounds bubbling up in your throat, not able to escape from your mouth. In your trying not to move, you seized up, every part of you rigid as you attempted to keep your doll persona. 

It was fucking beautiful and Bucky swore he was going to cum in his pants without even touching himself. The way your eyes stared straight ahead, not even flickering down at Steve once. Even the stiffness of which you were carrying yourself out of instinct to remain still was so doll-like that Bucky felt like he was in Heaven. 

He was certainly a sick bastard, that was for sure. But then again, if the three of you also got off on it, maybe he wasn't as sick as he thought. 

"Cum." Steve demanded. Bucky watched your face as it flushed, turning slightly more red with you holding your breath to try and not make a single noise. Your body twitched just a little as you came and he could see your legs starting to shake with effort. "Good doll." Steve said after a moment, standing up and turning. 

Bucky was pulled into a kiss immediately, moaning as he tasted you on Steve's lips. You were so sweet, just perfect really. 

"My turn." Sam declared, sauntering over to the armchair, already completely naked. He slid three fingers inside of you easily, thumb circling your clit to start your orgasm up again. You bit your tongue, hoping your mouth didn't move much on the outside as you did so. Your moan was trapped in your throat and you were incredibly tempted to close your eyes. 

Your wish partly came true as Sam laid you down on your back and you slid your eyes close like a doll that gets laid down. You heard Sam curse lightly before he pulled his fingers out, thrusting into you with his cock next. 

The moan nearly ripped from your throat and while Sam couldn't hear it, Steve and Bucky could hear the slightest of noises emit from you because of their hearing. It just made Bucky harder and Steve hard again. 

Sam watched your face for you were fighting your emotions hard, doing your best not to make a noise. Sam laughed to himself, repositioning himself so he was closer to your face, covering your face with kisses, before moving his lips to your neck. He could feel the vibrations of your choked moans as he fucked your faster and he smiled against your skin. 

"You gonna cum for me doll?" Sam grunted out, thrusting into you harshly. 

While you said nothing, he could feel you flooding his cock, cumming hard. He filled you up quickly, pulling out so that Bucky could take his place. 

Bucky pulled you upright into his arms and while you opened your eyes, he pulled you down onto his cock. 

"Open that mouth for me doll." Bucky said, his fingers tracing your lips. 

You did as he asked, letting your mouth fall open. Your breaths were coming out in heavier pants now, making you want to close your mouth, but Bucky slid two fingers between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. 

His other hand pressed against your clit and your moan was finally heard, unable to be stopped or stifled. 

"Yes, give me those sweet moans doll. God you're making me so hard." Bucky groaned, fucking you faster still. Steve couldn't stop himself now that your sweet noises were out. He was behind you in seconds, his hands running along your shoulders while his lips followed. Sam watched from the couch, still worn from his orgasm, his refractory period not as short as the other two. But it would be a few minutes later he'd start stroking himself again as he watched the three of you. 

"You're so good." Bucky groaned, feeling you cum around him for a second time. Steve wrapped a hand around your hair, pulling your head back. Your eyes shut immediately, trying to be as doll like as you could now while still emitting noises. Steve captured your lips with his, his hands cupping your soft breasts. 

"Fuck I'm going to cum, cum one last time for me doll. That's it, good girl." Bucky groaned, finishing inside of you deeply. 

You collapsed against him, not able to stay upright anymore. Your entire body seemed to sigh with relief when you did so, feeling relaxed after being so tense. 

"Good girl, that's it." Bucky mumbled again while stroking your hair. Steve rubbed your back gently. "That's it. Sammy just went to run us a bath. You did so good baby." 

You were wiped out and didn't answer, your eyes closed as you rested in his arms. Bucky carried you up to the bathroom, the four of you soaking in the water. 

"Princess, you okay?" Steve took you from Buckys' arms, holding you against him in a way that he could see your face better. 

"Yeah Stevie." You finally spoke. They could all hear how tired you were, their worries relieved as they had thought maybe they'd pushed to hard. "Just tired now. Sorry I didn't make it the whole day as a doll." 

Bucky shook his head. "You're fine baby. What we did was great, you don't have to apologize. I'm always proud of you, no matter how long you do it, if you do it at all. Stop worrying. Tell me what you want to do tonight." 

"Popcorn, eggnog, and cuddling." You sighed, "Or maybe hot chocolate. Something warm and warm cuddles." 

"That we can do." Sam said lovingly, taking his turn to pull you into his arms next while Steve pulled the drain. 

"What exactly is it?" You asked Bruce as he showed you a new, interesting specimen that had been found in space and brought back to Earth.

It was a beautiful flower of sorts, bright pink with white teardrops on the petals. The stem was green and a little purple where the stem curled up to the petals.

"I'm not sure yet." Bruce said, moving away from the table to go and sit behind his computer. "I do know that it is from the planet Kuth." He said, showing you a picture of an Earth-like planet with a turquoise sky and a field of these flowers that had signs around them, as though warding people to be careful of the flower patch. "Could be dangerous, might not be. Perhaps Loki or Thor or one of the Guardians will know. Loki's coming. . . when?"

"This Saturday." You said happily, missing your best friend and crush- though no one actually knew about the latter part.

"Excited to see him again?" Bruce asked skeptically.

"I know, I know, he's a terrible Midgardian killing God, but we're friends and that's behind him now." You said. "Plus, he was being slightly controlled by Ronan and Thanos, just like Bucky was controlled by HYDRA and you all like Bucky."

"Fair." Bruce relented. "But not everyone sees it like that either."

"And some people still think Bucky ought to be given the Death Penalty." You pointed out.

"Fair again." Bruce admitted. "Anyways, make sure that you keep away from this until I can figure out what it is. If its' poisonous, we wouldn't want a disease to break out over the city."

"Will do boss." You said cheekily and then made your way out of the room.

You couldn't wait to show Loki!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"It's a flower?" Loki asked skeptically.

The two of you were standing on the balcony, overlooking the pool. The other Avengers were stripped down to swim trunks and two-piece bathing suits, enjoying the nice day. Steve and Fury were barbequing on the grill with some help from Sam, while the girls were sunbathing on the law chairs.

Tony, Stephen, and Bruce were deep in conversation about something, a handful of beers on the table in front of them.

Thor was sitting in the pool, Parker and some of his friends from school in there too.

Bucky meanwhile was playing cornhole with Clint, Rhodey, and T'Challa.

"A beautiful flower." You clarified. You and Loki were pretty much alone on the balcony. Loki was wearing his normal Asgardian wear as he hadn't felt like wearing anything from Midgard, and you were wearing denim shorts and a shirt that you had tied off above the belly button.

"It's still a flower." Loki deadpanned, placing his hands on the railing, "What is this gathering they are doing?"

"It's called a pool party Lokes." You sighed, "C'mon, I want to show it to you."

Loki sighed, looking over at you. "Don't you want to join in on this pool party instead?"

You felt frustrated. You knew your crush was one-sided (as they always were), but you thought that Loki at least liked you as a friend. Or at least, you seemed to be the only one he tolerated. But friends shared things with each other all the time, right?

"No, I want to show you the flower which I'm not really supposed to show you because Bruce doesn't know what it is yet." You sighed, pushing away from the banister, "But it's okay. I realize guys don't really like those sorts of things. It's kind've hot, I'm gonna go inside."

Loki started for a moment, staring after you. He hoped he hadn't offended you, but flowers- well you even seemed to know they weren't something he'd want to see. But shit, it wasn't about him, it was about you.

"Wait!" He called, hurrying to catch the door, coming back into the building.

You were half tempted not to stop, but you did anyways, turning to look at him.

"I do want to see the flower, but I just didn't know if there was something else you'd rather do. The party looked like something you would've enjoyed." Loki explained.

Why the hell did he have to look so sexy? You wished you could see him in his pool garb. Black or green or gold swim trunks. No shirt. You imagined that he had a fit body underneath the layers of Asgardian leather. You could imagine black aviator shades on his face, his hair possibly pulled back into a ponytail.

You quickly shook your head to clear your thoughts and said, "Well, I knew you wouldn't enjoy the party. You don't really like them. Anyways, the flower is this way."

Immediately, he was caught off guard of your awareness for his likes and dislikes. Sure, he knew all of yours, perhaps even knowing more about you, than you did. But the fact that you were just as aware as him was strange.

Different.

Almost likable.

You led him down the hallway, taking the elevator to the bottom floor. You slipped into Bruce's lab, the door shutting behind the two of you. You led him over to the case display where he'd set up the flower under examination.

"It is quite unique." Loki admitted after looking at the flower for a moment. In reality, he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You were a strange mortal, no doubt, perhaps as unique as this flower in the right place. After all, this flower didn't stick out in its home, but it did on Earth. And he supposed each human was unique in their own way. You were just more special.

"I hope its not harmful." You said wistfully. "I want to know what it smells like."

Loki suddenly plucked the glass case off of the flower and you stared at him in shock, "What if it's poisonous! Loki put it back!"

"Calm down Y/N. A measly flower cannot kill me." Loki smiled, before lowering his nose down to smell the flower. After inhaling the scent, he pulled back. "Perhaps it is just me, but there seems to be a very strange smell coming from the flower. It's almost like. . . honey and almonds but that can't quite be right, can it?"

You bent down to smell the flower next. After all, it didn't seem to have affected Loki so it was probably safe.

Well that was strange because you didn't smell any of the things that Loki had smelt. Instead, you seemed to have smelt expensive leather, expensive cologne, and vanilla. Actually. . . it smelt a lot like Loki.

You laughed, "Kind've reminds me of Amortentia."

"What in the world is that?" Loki asked.

"It was a love potion in Harry Potter. Smells like the person that you are in love with so each person thinks the flower smells like something else." You explained.

Loki's cheeks flushed pink. "Ah I-"

But whatever he was going to say didn't matter, as two small pink hearts actually popped out of the flower. They were extremely small, small enough to fit on your pinky fingernail. They weren't filled in, but seemed rather a stencil. They floated upwards and you felt one land on the tip of your nose and looked to Loki in time to see the other hit him on the nose and then sink in.

"Are we dead?" You asked with fright.

Once again, he didn't get to answer because your lips were pressed together, your arms around each others necks. The kiss was messy and erotic, a clashing of lips, tongue, and teeth. It was like you were trying to devour each other, and neither of you were able to get any closer.

"This needs to come off." Loki growled, ripping the shirt from your body and you had no room to protest as you were feverishly stripping him of his Asgardian uniform, cursing the amount of layers he was wearing.

Loki attached his lips to your neck as you kicked off your own skirt, leaving you bare in front of him. Most of his clothes were off, though he wouldn't let you go to take his pants off. Those he shucked off himself.

It was like a very chaotic dream as the two of you seemed to almost wrestle with each other, over to one of the desks in the middle of the room. Loki swept everything off of the desk, making glass shatter, pens scatter, and papers drift out across the room.

Loki seemed to suddenly slam you down on the table, before plunging into you in a feral way. Your back arched off the table at the sudden intrusion, but you found that it had been a very easy entrance, as there was almost no pain.

"Fuck." You moaned, "Loki, faster."

"It's your highness to you." Loki growled again.

"Your highness!" You nearly screamed.

Everything seemed heightened, yet fuzzy. Like you couldn't even believe that your orgasm was already fast approaching and he'd barely been inside of your for a minute. Nor was he overstimulating you in any way that would make an orgasm approach so fast.

Your fingers dug into his forearms, spurring him on to move even faster inside of you, hips snapping against yours. You might've sworn that his balls were hitting you so hard in the ass that you'd have bruises tomorrow. His hands were definitely going to leave bruises all over your body from how tightly he was holding.

It was fuzzy though, like your brain wasn't really working. A small part in the back of your mind was telling you that this was bad, that this was wrong. It was going to ruin your friendship with Loki after all. How were the two of you going to recover after this? You were going to lose one of your best friends because of a stupid flower!

But that part was clear and the rest was fuzzy and you couldn't really focus on it with so much chaos going on around you. You were mostly feeling euphoric, barely even thinking about anything at all as your orgasm hit you like the impact of the bottom of a cliff.

You weren't sure how long you went or how many rounds or even how many orgasms. You know that you went from your back on the desk, to riding him on the floor, to being fucked into a chair, and then back to the floor.

It was like a dream and then the two of you seemed to slow down, things seemed to become clearer. The lights seemed less harsh and you realized that though the room was freezing cold, you were both covered in sweat.

You collapsed against Loki's chest and his arms drew you into him.

"Shit." He muttered. "I wasn't expecting that."

You were silent, heart pounding. You had had a crush on him for the longest time. You had wanted this for the longest time- but not like this. It was supposed to be mutual. It was supposed to be remarkable, rememberable.

You sat up slowly, searching for your clothes when Steve, Bruce, and Tony came walking in. Steve backpedaled so quickly upon seeing the two of you buck naked that he slammed his head into the doorframe, denting it rather effectively.

Bruce turned a nice shade of pink, covering his face with his hand.

Tony meanwhile, turned red and pointed to the stuff on the floor. "What did you do?!"

"I think that's very obvious Tony." Steve muttered, leaning his forehead on the wall so he didn't have to look at the two of you.

Loki seemed unconcerned, snapping his fingers so that clothes appeared on him again. Or maybe it was just an illusion, but either way you wished he could've done it for you.

You caught your breath once you were safely hidden under Severus' desk in the potions classroom. You had been sneaking around together for about four months now, having mind blowing sex and sweet kisses, but at the moment, you were slightly terrified of the male classmates that had been chasing you through the halls.

You could've casted a spell- you were a fairly good fighter- but they were popular boys with rich daddies and you really didn't want to get in the situation where you possibly won and they tattled, twisted the story, and you got in trouble. It just wasn't worth it.

Severus Snape was obviously the scariest Professor in school, and even the Slytherin boys wouldn't want to cross him. He wasn't the kind of man that even their rich daddies could intimidate into letting them off. Severus couldn't be intimidated by anyone, you were sure. Maybe Dumbledore. That would be it.

No, you were the only one who could get away with small things. In fact, he found them almost endearing, if you were not paying attention during class because you were staring at him, or if you almost ruined your potion because you were distracted by his presence behind you. He almost found it funny- if the potion ingredient you were about to add wasn't going to blow up the cauldron.

On the other hand, you did receive quite a few detentions from him, marking you as a trouble maker in his class. But they were just for the purpose of fucking and getting non-suspicious alone time.

You heard one of the boys throw open the potions door at that moment, the door bouncing off the stone wall, "I swear she just came in here."

"What's that spell to see if there's a person in a room again?" One of the boys asked.

"Stupid, that won't work, it'd just reveal everyone in the school." Another one scoffed.

There were five in total. They had cornered you in one of the hallways, asking if you'd blow them for a few Galleons. You'd been slightly terrified as they weren't taking no for an answer, upping the amount of Galleons as a tease. A slight distraction of pretending Professor McGonagall was behind them kept them distracted just long enough to duck under one of the smaller ones arms and start running.

You had no idea where Severus was at the moment. You had been hoping, when you'd entered, that he would be sitting at his desk grading papers and you would pretend to ask him a question and he'd protect you.

But instead, he was no where to be found. Maybe he was at the Great Hall, eating. It was just after lunchtime and his next class didn't start for another hour. Perhaps he was simply taking a stroll around the castle, trying to catch any Gryffindors in trouble and take house points.

So you'd hidden under his desk, hoping that they didn't look under there. Hoping they wouldn't even come into the classroom.

But they had. They had most unfortunately seen you come in here.

"She's in here somewhere." The first one said, "Find her and we can take her back to our room."

Unbeknownst to any of you, Severus had heard the boys enter the classroom, as he was sitting in his office, reading a Dark Arts book. At first, he had ignored them, assuming they were playing a childish game. He hadn't heard anyone enter so he knew that no one had originally came in. But when he heard them say 'take her back to our room,' he grew increasingly agitated, putting the book down.

He wasn't sure who 'her' was, but he hated when boys preyed on girls. He absolutely despised it.

"Where are you slut?" You heard one of the boys ask. You shivered a little under the table. You should've just headed for the Great Hall instead. But it had been farther away and you hadn't wanted to risk it.

Their footsteps were approaching the desk and you knew that any moment, they were going to find you.

That was when you heard another door open, "What are you doing in my classroom?" Severus' icy cold voice was asking.

"W-we were looking for a friend of ours." The first boy said nervously.

"Yes, I'm sure you call your friend such degrading names. You're lucky you're in my house and I'm in a fairly good mood, or else I'd be taking several points from you. Don't ever let me hear you speak of someone in such a detestable way again. Out."

The boys scampered and you heard Severus sigh. "Dunderheads."

You crawled out from underneath his desk, bumping your head, jarring the things on his desk, making you hiss. You heard his footsteps and you peered up, rubbing your head.

His heart nearly stopped at your innocent eyes. He'd only had you for four months and he was completely at your mercy.

His blood boiled when he realized that you were the one they were looking for. That you were the one they were calling 'slut'.

He knelt down, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you for scaring them off." You mumbled, crawling into his lap to nuzzle into him. His heart warmed with you.

"They didn't hurt you, right?" He asked, cupping your face in his large, lovely hands. They weren't smooth, but rough with callouses, absolutely perfect. Rough and thick, perfect for so many things from potion making to getting you to scream his name through an orgasm.

"No. I distracted them and ran." You said matter-of-factly. "I didn't want to fight them. They have rich parents."

He understood that all too well.

You looked over you shoulder at the clock. Now that you were safe and in his arms, you were starting to get very needy.

"You know," You mumbled softly, rocking against his body slightly, "You still have forty-five minutes before your next class starts."

"Oh?" He cocked an eyebrow sexily. "And?"

"Will you fuck me on your desk?" You pleaded.

You felt him grow hard beneath you. He kissed your cheek, "Anything you want darling."

You were very quick to shoot up and plop your ass down on his desk, beaming up at him with large round eyes and a pouty lip. His heart was melting.

"No warm up." You demanded.

"As you wish." He mumbled quietly against your neck, pulling your knickers down and pushing your skirt up. Your hands were quick in undoing his belt. He discarded his robe on the chair and flicked his wand at the door, locking it and then charming it with two more locking spells and a silencing one.

He kissed sensually along your neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin. A sign that you were taken, even if no one knew whose you were.

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing along it as he slowly guided his thick appendage into your warm hole. His hands were firmly on your hips, holding you steady as he started off with slow rocking motions.

Slowly, he pushed you further until your back was flat against his desk and he was bent over you, fucking you more ferociously. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him to you.

With the silencing charm, you could be as loud as you wanted. Moans were ripped from throat and you cried, "faster!" or "harder!" as you needed. Your fingers tugged his lovely black locks between your fingers. It was only illusioned to be greasy to complete his appearance. He actually took great care of his hair and left it smooth, clean, and silky just for you.

"Ah kitten," He grunted as you milked his cock for the third time, "Has it always been a dream to be fucked on me desk?"

"Yes Professor! Wanted to be ruined on your desk." You whined, nails digging into his back. With one last final thrust, he finished in you, calling your name with a grunt.

You both caught your breath and he slowly slipped from you. He cleaned both of you with his wand, handed you your knickers to put back on, and then pulled you into his lap. He kissed you several times, falling more and more in love with you each time.

"If they ever bother you again, let me know." He murmured, smoothing your hair back from your face. "I don't want you to get hurt in any way, okay?"

You buried your head into his shoulder, overwhelmed with the love and attention that he was giving you. "Yeah." you mumbled. "Severus?"

"Hmm, darling?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed your nose. You gaze at the clock, "You know. . . there's fifteen more minutes and the desk didn't collapse yet. . ."

He chuckled, "What a needy little kitten. Bend over."

✎

Elijah watched you as he slept, the book he'd been reading when you'd gone to sleep propped open in his lap, his page kept only by a singular finger between the pages. His thoughts however, were on your sleeping form. 

The two of you hadn't slept together in almost three weeks, a near impossible feat since you usually couldn't keep your hands off of each other. But a competition had ensued, not just between you and him, but all of the other couples in the Mikelson compound. Klaus had lost about two days in, and Rebecca at a week when Marcel decided he'd rather lose the competition. But Kol and Freya were both still in with Davina and Vincent respectively. And neither you nor Elijah liked to lose. 

But you were torturing him. Your body, naked and smooth under the expensive silk sheets. Your beautiful H/C hair was tossed around your head like a halo on the pillow. Your facial expression was soft, full of peace. You were tempting. 

Perhaps a little taste wouldn't hurt. 

Elijah vamped to the bedroom door silently, listening to the world outside of your bedroom. Both Klaus and Rebecca were already at it with their respective partners and Elijah quickly stopped listening to them. Kol and Davina weren't even in the compound, and Freya and Vincent sounded like they were asleep. 

He locked the door quietly, vamping back to the bed, watching you for movement. He smiled to himself as you stayed none the wiser to him, continuing to sleep peacefully. 

He gently pulled the sheet back, which caused you to roll over, searching the warmth back out. He took one of the fluffy blankets you liked, laying it across the top of your body, leaving your legs bare, your glistening cunt still exposed to him. You settled down, rubbing your cheek against the soft material, hugging the warmth. 

Elijah ran his fingers lightly across your folds, finding that you were somewhat wet already, though definitely not ready for anything he wanted to give you. He worked slowly and methodically, running his fingers up and down your slit, teasing your clit lightly with each one. 

He enjoyed watching your face more, seeing your brow furrow just a little, nose twitching as your body felt the pleasure, but your mind not awake to comprehend it in full. 

He pushed two fingers in all the way, feeling the way you contracted around him, more loosely than if you had been awake, juices starting to trickle down them as your body automatically reacted. 

As for you, you were deep in sleep, dreaming about Elijah in fact. It had started out innocently enough- on a picnic in fact, by the ocean. But it had changed drastically now, with you spread out on the picnic blanket, Elijahs' tongue deep within you as the main course. 

Elijah ran his tongue through your folds, tasting you as more juices leaked from you. You uttered a tiny moan in your sleep, hands clenching the fluffy blanket just a little tighter. Elijah smiled, before pulling away. 

You wished you could touch Elijah, his mouth pulling away from your pussy way to soon. You could've sworn you would've cum right then and there, wishing that he hadn't teased you. Or that this wasn't a dream and you could do this awake. But your subconscious continued to drift, watching as Elijah stood, framed against the setting sun, as he removed his shirt. 

In reality, Elijah had only removed his suit jacket, simply rolling the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to his elbows, his fingers back inside of you, stroking your walls, feeling you shudder and pulse. You mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, your fingers drifting across your own chest to touch your soft nipples. 

In your dream, Elijah was teasing your nipples with his fingers and you swore you could really feel the pleasure. You were starting to become more conscious of the fact that this was just a dream, your sleep becoming lighter as you slowly began your wake up process. 

Elijah finally undid his belt, watching your chest rise and fall a little quicker than it had been. With his enhanced senses, he could hear your breathing pick up and could smell the thick scent of your arousal as it started to slick down your thighs. 

He folded his dress pants up, laying them neatly over the chair, but tossed his boxers into the hamper before climbing back onto the bed with you. His hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you closer to him, before plunging into you. 

He quickly put a hand over your mouth as a high-pitched noise, something between a whimper and a moan broke from your throat. Your eyes fluttered, but you didn't wake still, though your body arched just a little, before slumping back down into the sheets. You half tossed the blanket from your arms, twisting on the bed. 

He picked up the pace, hoping to fuck you awake, though keeping a tight hand over your mouth so you hopefully didn't make to much noise. Elijah could feel the pleasure coursing through him, the weeks of not being able to relieve himself whenever he wanted fueling him as he fucked into you faster. 

Your eyes finally opened, still sleep filled and confused. Your hand lightly caressed the one over your mouth, your eyes moving back and forth as you took in the scene in front of you. They closed again as you arched your back once more, this time cumming on his cock, biting on your tongue so you didn't make a noise. 

"Good girl." Elijah praised barely in a whisper, making you shudder around him at the praise, "Give me another." 

Your nails dug into his pristine shoulders, drawing blood as you did everything in your power not to make noise. Elijah could smell your blood as your teeth dug into your bottom lip. His fingers worked your clit, making you cum again, the smallest of squeaks dying in your throat. 

Elijah finished inside of you, biting his own tongue to stay quiet this time. When the two of you had come down off your highs, he lowered his hand from your mouth to the sheets underneath. 

"Well good morning." You mumbled, still somewhat sleepy. The abrupt wake up still had your mind spinning. 

"Not quite darling." Elijah chuckled, glancing over at the clock and seeing it was three in the morning. 

Suddenly you pouted, "Did we lose the competition?" 

"Oh no." Elijah said softly. "It didn't happen if you weren't aware of it now, did it?" 

The realization came to mind and you slowly grinned, "I was fast asleep."