My King (18+)

My king (18+)

King Caspian x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, friends AND lovers?, library sex, wall sex, fluff and smut, courtier!Reader, King Caspian

(Happy hump day! Have some library smut! ❤️)

“I thought I might find you in here.”

You gasped and spun around in surprise at the sound of King Caspian’s voice behind you, the book in your hand falling to the floor with a clatter. The palace library had been silent, besides your occasional murmured readings and the swish of turning pages.

“Where else would I be?” you asked lightly, retrieving your book and placing it back on the shelf. “At the training grounds?”

“No,” Caspian chuckled, stepping forward, “I suppose I know better than to assume you’d be anywhere but here.”

“Well, you do know me well enough. “How can I help you, my king?”

You smirked as your friend and king scrunched his nose at you. Caspian had only been king for a few months, and although he’d made great progress in his role and his personal standing with the court, the mantle still felt awkward on his shoulders.

Personally, you thought that king was a rather handsome look on him.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he groaned.

“But I can think of a handful of occasions where I think you rather liked it,” you sassed, and you watched Caspian’s eyes darken.

Sometimes when either of you snuck into the other’s chambers in the night, it was for stress relief. Other times, it was simply to scratch an itch you couldn’t reach with your own fingers, your bodies demanding the heat of another.

You liked to think there was some degree of affection beneath it all, your trysts usually ending in soft touches or breathless laughter. Even when he growled as you cried out for your king, he always pressed soft kisses to your swollen lips in the afterglow.

“Are you saying this is such an occasion?” Caspian asked, his voice deep as he took a stalking step forward. Your cheeks immediately reddened.

“Caspian, we can’t,” you protested weakly, “someone might come in.”

“Or someone might not?” he countered smoothly, waiting to slot his lips over yours once your back was flush to the cool brick wall of the royal library.

You hummed into the kiss, sinking into the feel of him, letting your fingers curl into his hair and pulling him closer as he hiked up your skirt and hooked you leg over his hip. Goosebumps littered your skin as Caspian’s broad, calloused hands slid up the outside of your thigh, his grip strong as he held you in place.

“Also, you forget I’m king,” he murmured against your lips, his stubble scratching at your warming skin. ”My guards won’t let anyone through that door.”

Caspian’s words sent a shiver down your spine that pooled in your core. As he tugged at the strings to your undergarments, you slid a hand between you and unlaced the front of his trousers. Caspian groaned against your lips as your hand wiggled beneath the garment and cupped his bulge.

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, and Caspian just chuckled in response. The chuckle quickly cut off with a choke as you tightened your hand around his erection, the warm weight of it in your hand as you stroked it making your core clench around nothing.

“You’re playing with me,” he murmured, his kisses drifting along your jaw and down the length of your neck. Your head fell back against the wall as his strong fingers slid beneath your undergarments and between your slick folds, playfully circling your clit with a teasing lack of pressure.

“Says you,” you breathed, you hips moving against his fingers with a mind of their own.

Caspian grinned against your skin as he sped up his fingers, and you quickly felt yourself craving and chasing that familiar release in your core, the pressure growing quickly. Caspian swallowed your whines and gasps as his ministrations brought you to the edge, your hands tightening around his cock and in his hair as you shuddered against him.

He wasn’t a selfish lover, you’d learnt. Caspian would give you relief two, sometimes three times before he let you help him with his, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched pleasure glaze over your eyes.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, and you found yourself blushing beneath his gaze, despite his thick, skilled fingers stroking your inner walls, preparing you for his length. “You’re so warm around me,” Caspian mused, attaching his lips to your neck again and sucking rosy marks into the sensitive flesh that would fade quicker than you both liked. “So welcoming for me, as always.”

“My king,” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand pointedly while freeing his cock entirely from his trousers. “We can take our time later.”

“Is that a promise?” Caspian grinned, an excited glint in his dark eyes. He slid his fingers from your heat to replace your hand with his own and lining his cock up with your slick core, pushing your undergarments to the side. He paused, waiting for you to promise before he gave in to your heat.

“Absolutely,” you breathed, sucking briefly on your swollen bottom lip. “Come to me tonight, my king.”

Caspian surged forward to capture your lips eagerly as he slid his cock into your core, morning against your lips as your walls welcomed him. He set a fast pace, eager and hungry, sliding out almost entirely on each stroke before punching forward, the base of his cock grinding against your clit deliciously. With every stroke, the fingers on your hip dug into your flesh deeper, and you couldn’t wait to inspect the inevitable bruises later in your chambers. Your fingers wound deeper into Caspian’s soft locks, feeling the push-pull of your kisses as you moved together perfectly. The slide of his tongue against yours, the weight of him pushing your warm body into the cold wall, the drag of his cock against your inner walls made your head swim as you felt that familiar pressure in your core return.

“C-Caspian, please,” you whined breathlessly between kisses, “I need t-“

“Let me feel you,” he commanded, his voice rougher than usual, your hand immediately slipping between you to rub at your clit. “I want to feel you fall apart around me. I need to feel you, my lady.”

You smashed your lips against Caspian’s at the honorific, furiously chasing your release as he forced wave after wave of pleasure through your body. It came quickly, and you sobbed his name into the silence of the library as your core clamped down around him, your orgasm racing through your body as you bucked your hips to take Caspian deeper.

“Incredible, my lady. You always feel incredible around me,” Caspian praised, dropping lazy, luxurious kisses on your lips as he slowed his hips, letting you return to your senses.

“C’mon, Caspian,” you murmured, tilting your head up to brush your lips against the corner of his lax lips. You crept a hand beneath the hem of his untucked shirt, your nails scratching at the trail of dark hair that led to his cock, feeling the muscle jump beneath your touch. “Finish in me.”

Your king fisted your hair and pulled you in for a rough kiss, speeding up his thrusts and pounding into your sensitive core a handful of times more before falling apart, and you swallowed Caspian’s shaky groan as he emptied himself inside you, his hips stilling. A satisfied shudder ran the length of your spine as you felt him flex and stiffen inside you, filling you, and you giggled as you clenched around him, milking him for all he had.

“Tease,” he growled, giving his hips an experimental jerk, and you dug your nails into his skin in retaliation for the sharp sting of pleasure that made your sensitive core twitch.

“My king,” you breathed, and you grinned in victory as Caspian buried his face in your neck in defeat with a groan. You carded your fingers through his long locks as you felt his weight relax into you, his cock in your core softening. You consoled yourself with knowing it wouldn’t be long before you felt him again. “This was new,” you mused into the quiet, Caspian simply humming in agreement. “Did you come to find me because you wanted this or because you needed me?”

“I always need you,” Caspian murmured into your skin, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear, and you rolled your eyes fondly.

“You know what I mean.”

Caspian’s chest rumbled against yours as he laughed. “I did need you for something,” he admitted, and you held back your whine at the sudden emptiness in your core as he slid free and righted himself, “but I’m afraid I can’t quite remember what it was now.”

“Pity,” you smirked, refixing your undergarments and dropping your skirts. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut at the feel of his release in your core, a drop escaping and slowly making its way down your inner thigh.

“I’m sure I’ll remember it eventually. I’ll send word once I do.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You melted into Caspian’s touch as he cupped your cheek and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

“Until tonight, my lady.”

“Until tonight, my king,” you replied, dipping your head in a brief curtsy, smirking at the dark look in his eye.

His Plan | Peter Parker

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pairing - Peter x reader word count - 3,514 warnings - I guess FFH spoilers lowkey A/N - 

summary - You’re far too shy to tell Peter how you feel about him. You always have been. He’s shy about it too, but decides to bite the bullet and confess a couple things to you on the school trip to Europe. His plan doesn’t, however, account for you feeling the same.

To say you didn’t exactly like high school was a bit of an understatement.

Under the dictionary definition of loner, it said: see (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

For most of middle school, you were unbothered by it, but then your freshman, sophomore, and junior years passed, and you were over it. At that point, you were so close to the end, everyone already had their friends. If you tried to squeeze into a group, you’d just be intruding.

Not that there were many groups you wanted to be a part of anyway. There was only one. It wasn’t exactly a group, per say, just a few people you observed from afar who seemed like cool people to hang out with.

Okay, maybe cool was pushing it.

To the rest of the school, kids like Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, and Betty Brant weren’t exactly cool. To you, though, they were exactly the kind of people you could see yourself spending time with. They didn’t all exactly hang out together. Obviously Peter and Ned were inseparable, but MJ and Betty were like background characters to their friendship’s main storyline. You would’ve done anything to be cast as an additional role.

The thing was, you didn’t know how to make friends. You hadn’t done it since elementary school, and you figured people were a lot harder to befriend now. You couldn’t exactly share a box of crayons and become immediate best friends in science class like you could in kindergarten.

When the school announced a small class trip to Europe, you were really eager to go. Even if you spent the whole time alone, who wouldn’t want to spend two weeks in Europe? And maybe, just maybe, you’d finally get the courage to talk to some people.

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“Watch Me”

Teaser: “Malfoy, give up. I’m not looking for a relationship. Especially not one with the likes of you.” 

“Please, love,” he drawled. “If anyone could break your no relationship mantra, it would be me.”

“I’d love to see you make that happen.”

“Just watch me.”

⇢ Basically, Malfoy is in for one hell of a ride. Requested by @powerpuff-bucky.

“What do you say, Y/L/N? Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to Hogsmeade this Saturday?”

You whirled around to see Draco Malfoy lazily striding toward you. Now, you’ve had him in a few of your classes and you’ve exchanged brief conversations, but lately your interaction level seemed to increase. As did your annoyance level. “Pardon?”

“I didn’t stutter, correct? I said Hogsmeade. How about it?”

“Hogsmeade sounds great.” You smiled wryly. “Hogsmeade with you? Well, that’s a different story.”

You made your way back to your common room as quickly as possible, abruptly ending the short lived conversion. As you entered, you tried to ignore your friend’s what-the-hell-was-that look.

“Oh, please. Don’t give me that look. If I knew what that was about, I would tell you.” You folded your arms and stared blankly at your unfinished assignments. “What the bloody hell is Draco trying to get at? Who asks someone on a date to Hogsmeade when they hardly know the person.”

“Well, Y/N, usually when people go on dates, it’s to get to know each other. Shocking–I know.”

“Funny.” You took a deep breath as you straightened your posture. “Who does Malfoy think he is? It’ll take a lot more than a shout across the field to get a date out of me.” You tilted your chin up. “I have standards.”

You felt a wadded up ball of parchment hit your face. “Whatever you say, Drama Queen.”

+ + +

You drummed your fingers against the table, waiting for Charms to begin. Your Charms lesson fell right after lunch, but you arrived early to ask Professor Flitwick a question about the previous night’s assignment. As you began to zone out, you saw a shadow loom over you.

Lo and behold–it was Draco Malfoy. Behind him, you noticed, stood Blaise with the usual apathetic expression on his face.

“Do you guys need something or are you just here to bask in my presence?”

Even the indifferent Blaise had to snort at that.

“I actually have a question to ask you about yesterday’s homework assignment, but your presence is definitely a bonus.”

You looked up at him with an impassive expression. You blinked twice. It was no secret that Malfoy excelled at Charms–as he did with all his other courses–just as it was no secret that you, to put it lightly, found it difficult. It was a wonder how you passed your O.W.L. level Charms and an even bigger mystery as to why you continued on with the N.E.W.T. level.

“Do you remember the name of the water-making spell? I seem to have forgotten.”

Your expression turned to one of confusion. “That’s the question you need help with?”

“Yes,” Draco affirmed as Professor Flitwick announced the that beginning of class started and everyone should get to their seats.

“Oh…I’m actually not sure. Piscifors, maybe?” you said without any real thought.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Blaise rub his temples. You could practically see the word “idiot” forming in his mind. However, you saw the side of Draco’s mouth quirk upward.

Well, you never did say you were good at Charms.

At the end of the lesson, Draco approached you as you made your way out of the door.

“Aguamenti,” he said.

“Pardon?”

“Piscifors is a Transfiguration spell that transforms the target into a fish, mind you. Aguamenti is the spell to make water. It can actually also be classified as a conjuration.”

You crossed your arms and turned your head slightly toward him. “Needed help on your homework, my arse.”

“I never said I needed help. I simply said I had a question. But it was a great excuse to talk to you, yes?”

“No,” you deadpanned, ending the conversation.

“So, Hogsmeade?” Draco asked as you started to head a different direction.

“Really, Draco? It’s like you’re asking for another rejection.”

He smiled smugly, ignoring your remark. “I know you will go on a date with me, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “Malfoy, give up. I’m not looking for a relationship. Especially not one with the likes of you.”

“Please, love,” he drawled. “If anyone could break your no relationship mantra, it would be me.”

“I’d love to see you make that happen.”

He smiled a knowing smile that could only mean no good. “Just watch me.”

+ + +

Of course, by the time the weekend trip rolled around, you still had no intentions of accompanying Malfoy. You went with a couple of friends from your house instead.

“I scared him away, do you reckon? Couldn’t handle anymore rejections?” you mused as you walked with your friends down High Street.

One of them shook their heads. “It is Draco Malfoy we’re talking about, right? There’s no way he would give up so easily–or give up at all.”

You frowned. “I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right. Who knows where the next random encounter with him will be,” you said, signaling air quotes around the word ‘random.’

“Let’s not talk about Draco. Right now, we enjoy Hogsmeade. Butterbeer anyone?”

“Must you ask?” you laughed. “Also, I’ve been craving sweets from Honeydukes lately.”

With murmurs of agreement, you continued down the street, trying to push the thoughts of Malfoy to the back of your mind.

+ + +

As the weekend came to an end, you decided to head over to the library to try to complete your assignments before it Monday. As you stared at your Numerology and Grammatica textbook for Advanced Arithmancy Studies, you began to drift off. Holding off on Arithmancy homework until late at night wasn’t your brightest idea.

You jolted upright at a tap on your shoulder. “Hmm?” you mumbled, turning around in your seat. “Oh. It’s only you.”

“Only me? I would show more gratitude to someone who just saved you from Madam Pince’s wrath. Falling asleep in the library, darling, really? She would have hexed you out of here.”

“My hero. What would I have done without you?” You rolled your eyes, but felt a small smile playing on your lips. “Were you just here to save the damsel in distress or did you actually need something?”

His usual cocky expression dwindled down as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I…”

Your raised an eyebrow at him.

“I overheard you Saturday.”

“Pardon?”

“At Hogsmeade. You said you wanted Honeydukes…” Draco trailed off, his sentences quiet and unsure, contrasting with his normally eloquent tone. 

“I did,” you said in confusion. Your eyes searched him and settled on a giant bag he held in one hand. “Malfoy, what the bloody hell is in that thing?”

He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain composure. “It’s for you…“ He handed you the bag and you saw a glimpse of the inside. “I wasn’t sure which your favorite sweet was so I–”

“Bought practically all of them? Draco!” you said with incredulity, but felt the heat spreading across your face. “Are you crazy?”

“Only about you.”

That statement caused you to chuck a chocolate frog at his chest, container and all, just as Madam Pince walked by and yelled at you both to get out, threatening to hex your behinds’.

You ran a safe distance away from the library, attempting to control your breathing, with Draco right next to you, the Honeydukes bag in his hands. Once you made it away from the librarian’s line of fire, you and Draco looked at each other and started to laugh.

“Good going, Malfoy,” you said, shoving him. “I’ve never been chased out of the library before.”

“And you think I have?”

As the adrenaline wore down, you turned your attention back to the bag of sweets. “Draco, you really didn’t have to get me practically every treat in Honeydukes. A single jelly slug would’ve been good enough.”

“You deserve more than just good enough, love.”

You glared at him. “Please don’t make me throw another chocolate frog at you.”

“No need. I’m serious this time.” He set the bag down and straightened his posture. “You’ve had my attention for quite a while now, but your rejections just added fuel to the flame. However– I didn’t think that throughout the chase I’d end up actually taking a liking to you.”

You weren’t sure of what to say to that; all you know was that your cheeks were beginning to redden. Although you didn’t want to admit it, Draco’s constant pestering wore you down. You began to think that maybe dating him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. In all honesty, it sounded a bit appealing.

He continued, “I was hoping the sweets were enough to help you realize that.”

“It was a major hint, to say the least,” you said once your face cooled down.

There was an awkward pause when neither of you knew what to say, so you simply took a bite of a chocolate frog.

“Well, since you did go completely mad and buy out of the store, you might as well start helping me finish it all.”

Draco let out a strangled laugh. “Sure.”

You caught his downcast eyes. “I never say this, so take note.”

Now it was his turn to give you a confused look.

“You were right,” you murmured. “If any guy could make me willing to be lenient on my no relationship streak, it would be you.” You looked away, finding it hard to swallow your pride. “It is you.”

A grin spread across Draco’s face at your words. ”I told you so.”

“Really? That’s all you have to say to that?”

“I just had to get that out of the way.” His expression sobered. “So, what do you say, Y/L/N? We missed the Hogsmeade trip, but there’s always next time.”

“I mean… We don’t have to wait until the next trip to go on a date, right?”

“Eager much?” he laughed. You stood in each other’s presence as his eyes fluttered down to your lips. Without a moment’s hesitation, Malfoy laid a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Eager much?”

“Me? Of course not. You just had some chocolate on your face.”

“Good. You had me worried there,” you teased. “I was worried it was normal for you to give such pathetic kisses.”

“Please, love, if I actually kissed you, I’d leave you breathless and begging for more.”

“I’d love to see you make that happen.”

And again, Draco smiled a knowing smile that could only mean no good. “Just watch me.”

Okay there, out of character Draco. I don’t know… I just think that Draco is normally cocky and arrogant, but when he has a genuine crush, he starts to get nervous and not as confident and just really wants to impress you and ugh. I don’t know, dude.

Thank you for the support on my previous (and first) oneshot. Hope you enjoy this one as well–despite the cheesiness and all.

Feel free to give feedback or request a oneshot. I think I’ll open the characters to the (young) Marauders and maybe more.

I love it when someone says things like “Would've been more fun if you were here" or "I wish you were here so we could do this and this". It shows that you kinda matter to them to certain degrees, that your existence matters. They mean that your mere presence could have a difference. And what's so subtle yet beautiful than this ?

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