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ticklystuff · 3 years

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Liquid Eyeliner

A/N: i know nothing about makeup lol i just wanted lee!Zhongli

Word Count: 2k

“I really like this color on you.”

“Hu Tao was actually the one that chose it for me,” Zhongli said, giving a slight smile to the other as he looked straight ahead, doing his best not to shift his head or move his facial muscles around too much. Normally, he would be applying the eyeliner under his eyes himself, but for some reason, Childe insisted on doing it this time for him. He wasn’t exactly comfortable about letting Childe put the brush so close to his eye, but the ginger had insisted and Zhongli wasn’t one to say no, especially since Childe bought the eyeliner for him earlier.

“I can tell you’re worried,” Childe said, pulling his hand back and giving the other a small pout.

Zhongli shook his head and gave the other a nervous smile. “Not at all. Just make sure you do it properly.”

“I’ve actually had some practice before,” Childe told the other as he brought his hand back, placing the tip of the brush right under Zhongli’s eye.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my sister used to ask me to do make up with her when I was younger. I always tried to make her look like a circus clown,” Childe chuckled, keeping his hand steady. “She’d practice on me all the time too and she actually got quite good. I even let her paint my finger and toe nails.”

Zhongli smiled as he listened to Childe reminisce. Childe loved to tell Zhongli different stories about his siblings and Zhongli always caught the happiness in his voice when he spoke of his siblings. Childe always talked about having his siblings meet him and Zhongli looked forward to that day.

“Hmm,” Childe took a step back to examine his work. “I think I might have smudged it a little bit. I think I should just restart. Let me grab a wet napkin.”

“Water won’t remove it,” Zhongli told the other. “The media is oil-based, so the eyeliner is insoluble in water. I have a bottle of sweet flower oil in the drawer next to you that I use to wash the eyeliner off at night.”

Childe nodded and headed for the old drawer in Zhongli’s room. He opened the top drawer and couldn’t help but smile when he found the cologne he had purchased for Zhongli, the bottle half full. It was one of the many gifts that he had gotten for Zhongli during their multiple date nights in Liyue.

He rummaged around the top drawer for a good minute, before moving to the second drawer, making sure not to disturb the neat and orderly way Zhongli had placed his belongings. Thankfully, the bottle was in plain sight in the second drawer, with a piece of cloth conveniently placed beside it. He grabbed the two items before heading back to the older man, pouring a little of the solution onto the cloth and handing it to Zhongli.

“Maybe I should just do it myself,” Zhongli said as he did his best to wipe away the eyeliner, chuckling when Childe put his hands on his hips in defiance.

“I’ve already committed,” Childe told the other as he grabbed the thin brush before Zhongli could. “I’ll just steady my hand this time.”

“Alright, alright.” Zhongli sat back on his mattress, relaxing himself as Childe attempted once more.

Childe leaned in once more and brought the brush to Zhongli’s face again, but this time grabbed Zhongli’s shoulder firmly to help steady himself. This caught the older man by surprise, though, and Childe nearly jumped back in concern when Zhongli suddenly squealed.

“Sorry! Did I hurt you?!”

“No, I’m alright,” Zhongli affirmed to the other as he regained his posture. “Just caught me off guard.”

Childe looked at Zhongli with a puzzled expression. “Is there something wrong with your shoulder?”

Zhongli simply shook his head. “I’m alright. I’m not sure what came over me, but I’m fine.”

Childe nodded in response. He brought the brush back over to Zhongli’s face and brought his hand back to Zhongli’s shoulder, slowly this time, for balance. He carefully traced the brush under the amber eyes. He bit his lips and furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated on the task before him, something that Zhongli found to be quite endearing.

“Alright,” Childe muttered as he reached the corner of Zhongli’s eyes, pulling the brush away to take a look at his handiwork, his hand still on Zhongli’s shoulder. “I don’t think it’s that bad, if I do say so myself.”

Zhongli gave Childe a small smile as the other beamed over his work. “I’ll judge for myself. There should be a hand mirror in the drawer that you- Ah! H-Hey!”

Zhongli’s body cringed as he felt Childe squeeze his shoulder multiple times, his arms coming up in self-defense when Childe repeated the action. He looked up at the ginger to see a mischievous smirk plastered over Childe’s face, one that usually meant Childe was up to no good.

“Looks like Mr. Zhongli might be ticklish,” Childe teased, his smile growing wider when Zhongli began to stutter.

“I-I don’t- Wait! Ajax!”

Childe had pushed Zhongli back onto the mattress and straddled his waist, looming over the other with wiggly fingers ready for an attack. Zhongli never used his real name, unless he was irritated with Childe, but this was too good of an opportunity for Childe to pass up now. He’s already used to being berated from Zhongli on a constant basis anyway.

“Ahahaha! Childe!” Zhongli squealed as Childe brought his fingers menacingly to the older man’s underarms. Since he was in the comfort of his own home, Zhongli only had a thin t-shirt for protection, the shockwaves traveling from his armpits and hitting his brain like a wave.

Zhongli wasn’t going down without a fight and Childe constantly had to keep swatting away his arms, making it hard for him to tickle the older man consistently. Naturally, the ginger adapted to Zhongli’s defense mechanism and focused on his sides this time, giving each spot rabid jabs, one after the other in quick succession. This caused Zhongli to wiggle back and forth, attempting to avoid the alternating blows to his sides. Each poke resulted in a gasp or whine filled with husky giggles, something Childe considered music to his ears and only drove him to pick up the pace. He had never heard Zhongli laugh so much and it was quite addictive, so he figured

“Y’know, I used to tickle my siblings all the time,” Childe recalled as he began focusing on Zhongli’s hips, smiling as he found another good spot. “If any one of them ever felt down, they could always expect a visit from their friendly neighborhood tickle monster!”

“Ahahahaha! Chihihilde!” Zhongli wailed as Childe continuously pinched his hips methodically, his laughter drowning out whatever Childe was saying to him in the moment.

The only time he had ever been tickled was whenever Hu Tao needed his attention and it was only ever a short poke to his side. Not only was Childe much more aggressive, he was also much more skilled. Every poke and scribble elicited a new stream of laughter and his attempts at dislodging Childe were proving futile. He felt Childe’s hands moving over to his stomach, which renewed Zhongli’s efforts to squirm away. By chance, one of his flailing hands jabbed Childe in the side, pausing the tickling as Childe squeaked and involuntarily protected the sensitive spot with his hands. Zhongli used this brief moment of respite to try and push away from Childe, but the ginger recovered almost immediately.

“Hmm, this used to work on Teucer, so I wonder if it’ll be the same for you,” Childe thought out loud as he eyed Zhongli’s stomach. His shirt had ridden up just slightly to expose the well-toned abs and bare tummy, which only enticed Childe to try a different technique. “Heh, don’t kill me, okay?

“W-Wait! Childe w-what are you— NohohoHOHOHOHOHO!”

Zhongli flopped around on the bed and kicked his legs as Childe blew a raspberry into his stomach. The unfamiliar technique brought tears to the corners of Zhongli’s eyes as Childe repeated the action over and over. The sensation created such a strange feeling that made Zhongli’s mind feel like mush. He didn’t even try fighting back anymore as Childe sent one more his way, before stopping when he noticed Zhongli’s laughter had turned into silent wheezing.

Childe raised his head from Zhongli’s stomach to make sure the other was okay, taking in the sight of the older man. Zhongli’s face was bright red and his eyes were still screwed shut, with his mouth agape as he panted for air. His normally well-kempt hair was a mess and there were even a few tear streaks. When Childe felt he was staring too long, he lightly diddled his fingers along Zhongli’s bare stomach, causing Zhongli to gasp and open his eyes.

“Oh, hey, your eyeliner still looks good,” Childe said as he brought a finger to Zhongli’s eye to wipe away a stray tear.

“I already told you it’s not soluble in water,” Zhongli told the other curtly after catching his breath, looking away from the other as he spoke. It wasn’t easy to embarrass Zhongli, but he could feel his cheeks burning up after the ordeal Childe put him through.

“Hey, don’t be mad at me,” Childe awkwardly laughed as he lifted himself off of Zhongli and helped him up. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Zhongli sat up and fixed his clothes with a sigh, pushing his long hair behind his shoulders. “I’d hate to be one of your siblings, to be quite frank.”

“Maybe, but being my sibling comes with so many pros!” Childe said, smiling at the other as Zhongli rolled his eyes. “Speaking of which, we haven’t gotten to your other eye.”

“I wonder why,” Zhongli huffed sarcastically as Childe picked up the brush again. He crossed his arms as Childe brought the brush to his face, but he let Childe apply the lining to his eye like before, flinching when Childe put his hand against his shoulder again for balance.

“Don’t worry,” Childe chuckled, finishing up the liner. He pulled back the brush and used his other hand to lift Zhongli’s chin so that he could get a better look at his work. “Looks great!”

“Well, this took almost three times as long as it normally takes me,” Zhongli said as Childe went to get the hand mirror from the drawer. He took the mirror from Childe and examined the eyeliner. It was a little messy, but it wasn’t that bad.

“So, how did I do?”

Zhongli looked up to see Childe giving his usual charming smile and Zhongli couldn’t help but return a small smile back. “One could say it’s passable.”

Childe couldn’t help but cheer at the small win. “You should let me do your makeup all the time, Zhongli.”

“Perhaps,” Zhongli sighed, the thought of possibly going through another tickle session with Childe daunting to him. “Next time, though, how about we try some eyeliner on you?”

“I-I mean sure, I guess,” Childe said hesitantly, scratching the back of his head. “I’m not sure it’d look good on me the way it does for you and I’m not sure what my color would be.”

“Well, we can always go shopping for some later,” Zhongli suggested. “Why don’t I show how to apply it properly, though. We can use the one that I have.”

“N-Now?”

“Why not?”

“O-Okay,” Childe said nervously as he sat down, switching places with Zhongli. “Hey, you’re not still mad at me, right?”

“Of course not,” Zhongli said firmly, grabbing a fresh brush from his drawer before returning to Childe. “I want to show you how it’s properly done. Tickles and all.”

“Wait what? W-Wait ZhonglihihiHIHI!”

#Chili #childe #zhongli #genshin impact #tickling

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my-socialdiary · 3 years

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Behind His Mask

Words Count: 1973

Pairing: Childe x Lumine

Warning: it contains intense fighting scenes, blood

Here we go again, an angsty fanfiction about Childe and Lumine. For these past days I’ve been CONSUMED by this pairing and all I can think is that writing angsty story for them just becauseeeeee. And again, english is not my first language so bear with me >_< enjoy!

***

He pushed them, they went away. It’s fair. It’s how things should be done.

He also pushed her. He pushed her so badly, he even did wicked; he lied, he betrayed her, he even broke her faith in him. He showed her his bad side.

Yet,

She stayed. She smiled. She put up with everything he did.

She’s too good to be true. She’s too perfect for someone like him.

She’s…

Unreal.

Lumine knows sooner or later, she needs to confront her biggest enemy in this quest given by Zhongli. Her enemy, he is someone who is now carving the biggest scar in her life, pushing her away because of the perspective that has been given to him, made him believe that he’s wicked.

Yes, dozens of times, she wanted to run away from him but she just couldn't do that. Somehow, deep down in her heart, she wants to believe… in him.

And today, she’s trying to not let her faith be shaken while she’s seeing Childe一now finally一standing in front of her, showing her that he’s her enemy she needs to beat in order to complete the quest.

“Well… what do we have here?” His voice sounds different. It’s not the voice of Childe she knows. “Finally, the time has come. I don’t need to explain anything, don’t I? Let’s just start the battle, then.” As he was saying that, he forms a water blade each in his hands. The sound of water along with the groans of the whale.

“No. I want an explanation.”

“No. You don’t need one,” he said. “You’ve already seen the facts but you just want to believe in your own thoughts and opinions.” Childe walks forward, he lifts up his right hand and makes a slashing move towards Lumine.

All she needs is just one second. She dodge her way and try to balance herself while aiming her right hand forward, palm facing directly to Childe, ready to cast palm vortex. She’s shocked by Childe’s sudden movement, but she tries to calm herself. She’s now looking at him, and trying to convince herself that this is still the man she knows. But all she sees is that the warm smile is now replaced by a cold, distant smile. “You have no idea who I am, do you?” His eyes were cold and lifeless. There’s anger, rage and… guilt. “Why are you holding back?” He asks with his husky voice. He raised up his eyebrow and gave her a smirk.

“I demand an explanation, Childe,” meanwhile, she takes her sword from her back. “Now.”

“I told you since we first met,” He is now moving again and striking her with his blade, twice. Which makes her now tossed to the side, dealing high damage to her body. Pain creeped up through her palm, making her unable to cast anything except fight him with her sword. “I am a bad guy. But you don’t believe.” Before Childe can do anything, she gathered up her stamina and stood up then ran to the center of the Golden House.

“The truth is, I was just going to aggressively ignore that part until it goes away,” she said. Suddenly, a burst of wind fills up this space. Soon enough Childe sees a hurricane come right towards him, but he doesn’t have enough time to escape from it. The pain it caused is not high enough to stop him so as soon as he freed himself from the grasp of the hurricane, he took out his bow and shot her with six consecutive water arrows. Her body is now marked with Riptide Blast which deals more damage to her body.

“That’s definitely not going to work!” He shouted. He now changes himself into his delusion, which is an electro and casts his homing attack. A purple-ish ring of electricity appears around her body. Before it can deal anymore damage, she runs and attacks him with her sword, once, twice, thrice. Cancelling his moves.

Childe seems tough but now she’s sure that she’s dealing enough damage to him. And that makes her heart ache. But she is still attacking him, half of it represents her anger towards Childe. I hate you. You hurt me. I want to kill you so badly. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. She feels the muscles of her arms tremble like a small child caught stealing those delicious fried radish balls. Her walls, the walls that hold her up all this time just… collapsed. Ruined. Destroyed.

Her sword is making clanging sound when it met with Childe’s water blade as he tries to defend himself. With her endless attack, she is now slowly pushing Childe to the wall. I can't stop... I can't stop. Why can I not stop crying? She thinks to herself. Her vision is blurry, but she still can see expressions Childe makes. Eventually, she now pinned him to the wall. Panting, she stopped attacking and now looked at him. Her right hand holding a sword pointed to his throat, ready to slit it while her left arm held him in his chest. “All this time… you made me feel so many… emotions,” she muttered between her breath. “I was sad, confused and angry… but I couldn’t understand why,” She pressed her sword gradually into his throat. “But why does it have to be you? Why, Childe, why?” She just broke down. The sobs bursted out, ripping through her throat, muscles, and guts.

She didn’t care anymore. All she wants is just to stop this nonsense, go back in time and choose not to follow him after he saved her from the Millelith guard. She would rather not meet him. Or she would rather not come to Liyue at all.

Next, all she knew was she dropped her sword with a trace of Childe’s blood and pressing her forehead into his chest while grabbing his armor with both hands. She cried. And cried. And cried. She can’t hold it anymore, she chooses not to. The pain came out like madness in the form of a scream. She thought if she acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t. But turns out the more she pretends, the greater pain she gets.

“I don’t want to put up with everything you did anymore,” She whispered.

***

Memories are the worst form of torture.

And Childe couldn’t agree more with that. You can heal the pain from physical torture with herbs and medicine fom Bubu Pharmacy but you can’t just cut you head off to get rid of things you don’t want to remember. Even though you really want to do that. Even though that ‘thing’ is the most beautiful thing he ever experienced. The thing that he will never, ever dare to dream in his life. And that’s exactly what he feels now.

The muffled sobs wracked against his chest. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the anger he tried to keep. Except for those damn memories. Instead of forgetting it, it keeps playing in his head, rewind itself, filling his mind with a picture of her smiles, her cheerful expression, her flowing hair, her beautiful golden eyes and conclude with the sound of her footsteps, keep coming back to him even though he pushed her away.

Childe, I’m back! Are you feeling better now?

Childe, I hope you don’t mind if I come back here.

Childe, let’s go! You won’t think I’ll leave you here alone, will you?

Childe, I was being too pushy yesterday, wasn’t I? Sorry, I’ll try my best not to do it again if you don’t like it.

Childe…!

Childe!

...Childe!

He tries to shrug that off. He doesn’t want to remember anything at all.

Childe looks down where he sees her bleeding head, probably from one of his attacks. That girl is still burying her face in his chest, clutching his clothes, begging him to stop all of this, while he tried so hard to not lift up both his arms and bring her to his embrace. The sound of her footsteps played again. Stop coming back. Just… stop. I didn’t deserve you. His head now swarms with new formed-regrets.

“I regret a lot of things,” he finally opens his mouth. The heaviness was in his limbs as much as his throat. He sounded tired. “Having this kind of conversation tops the list.” He pushed Lumine from himself just to see her face, now red and wet because of tears. He tried to look away but his eyes were stubborn. “Now let’s finish this game and一”

“Is this a game to you?”

“It’s nothing more than a game with reward,” He forms the electric polearm. Ready to fight her. He’s bleeding, but he doesn’t care. “You should’ve slit my throat. Now I won’t give you another chance.” As he said that, the mask that he keeps on his hair flies over to cover his face entirely. His mind is now consumed and so all of his action. The anger form in a mask is now a safe haven to protect him from the regrets. With this anger, now he can freely do anything he wants. With this anger, his fear of hurting someone he cherishes is now gone.

“I give you the chance to kill me, but you don’t,” With the mask on, his voice has now changed drastically. “This is what cost you for thinking that I can be tricked by your actions!” That gravelly voice is now filling up the entire Golden House, making it tremble a little. Without hesitation, he comes towards the weaponless Lumine and attacks her with his electric polearm. He didn't mind electrifying, slashing and stabbing her with his weapon. Lumine tried nothing to defend herself, she’s now beaten, smacked, thumped and all of her body is screaming with ache but she keeps doing nothing. Because she knows; nothing is matter for him right now. He had been titled Eleventh of The Fatui Harbingers for a reason.

Behind his mask, it pained him to let out all of his attacks to her yet soon enough… a little bit more energy in a form of purple flash and waves combined into one deadly attack should be enough to kill her, giving him a sense of satisfaction amongst agony to end all of this.

Childe is now casting his final spell when suddenly a burst of wind blows away his mask, exposing his rough face. At that time, his eyes locked to Lumine who is now strengthless, her eyes are half closed, and she’s bleeding everywhere. It was Lumine who blew the wind for the last time and made him realize what he did to her.

“Do… it…” She said under her breath.

“No…” The anger is now gone, his emotions are back, his eyes now filled with fear, anxiety and guilt. He threw his polearm and kneel beside the girl who did nothing but good things to him. “What did I do… No…Lumine, no…” He has seen so many deaths, he never truly cried. But now, he’s unable to speak, unable to breath. The world around him becomes darker. The weight in his chest locks in his throats. A token of sorrow and misery. He bawls and screams, and that is more than crying. It sounded like a desolate weeping that comes from a person drowned in the sea of regrets. His tears mingled with the rain outside Golden House which suddenly showered the entire Liyue and his gasping wails echoed around that place.

“Childe一” She whispered, and coughed a little bit.

“All this time,” he cuts her sentence. His voice is now trembling with agony. “Why are you doing that?”

“Doing… what?”

“Treating me…” He sobs, again. “Like a person.”

She smiles. “Because you are.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact lumine #genshin impact childe #genshin impact fanfiction #fanfiction #childe x lumine #tartaglia genshin #childe #chilumi #angst

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zaikaglow · 3 years

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Umbrageous

Pairing: Erwin x Reader (eventually Reader x Eren, Reader x Levi, Reader x Hange maybe more)

Summary: Your mom has married the ever handsome Erwin Smith but the two of you have started an illicit affair under her nose. As you become more jealous of being the other women you start to engage in office affairs to try and force Erwin’s hand.

Content Warnings: Step dad! Erwin, alcoholism, size kink, cheating, pseudoincest, unprotected sex

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“So I basically make copies, paginate those copies, go on coffee runs. I’m the office bitch basically” Eren says rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, the other resting on the table on the stack of copies he was previously holding now resting on the table. While the office area where clients would come was nicely furnished and brightly light with floor to ceiling windows this backroom filled with equipment was dimly light with no windows and a disgustingly 70’s style wall color. “They also stuck you back in the worst part of the building, I kinda figured the whole building would have been nice” you say. “Oh well out front where Mr.Smith and Mr.Ackerman have their offices are nice for the clients but back where the paralegals and interns are it's pretty groody huh?” he gives a slight chuckle looking up just enough to meet your eyes. “So Eren what are you up to tonight” you say, cocking your head to the side and biting your bottom lip. You wanted to make sure he got the hint loud and clear, it seemed like a great form of revenge, you fucking Erwin’s little intern. It would be an utterly appropriate relationship that would raise red flags if he dared object to it and the best part was that he’d have to see this boy everyday knowing he violated his little princess. Would it make Eren’s life harder? Probably but you really didn’t care that much, you could only think about how smug you’d feel seeing Erwin ticked off at the boy. The boy's eyes widened and you could tell he was trying to suppress a smile “uh I uh, you know I wasn't actually doing anything” he breaks eye contact to look at the ceiling “but if you want maybe you and me, we could do something. Together” he looks back to meet your eyes looking nervous as hell. He’s desperately hoping that's what you wanted to hear, that you weren't just trying to make polite small talk. You stand up from the doorway you had been leaning on to and grab a piece of paper out of the recycling pile and pluck the pen that had been sitting behind Erens ear and begin to scrawl. “Here’s my address, pick me up at 7” you flash him a smile before leaving making sure to not give him the chance to ask for your number. That was intentional just giving him the address so that way he’d have to come to the door, no ‘i'm outside texts', you wanted to rub it in Erwin's face.

Later that night you were sitting at your vanity putting the final touches on your makeup for the night when there was a knock at the door “come in”. You already knew who it was by the heavy footsteps as he was coming up the stairs, but you still couldn't help but to smirk when Erwin opened the door, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He came up behind you and placed his large hands on your bare shoulders feeling the warmth radiating down. “Who are you getting all dolled up for” comes out in a cold monotone voice, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. You finish wiping the sticky pink lipgloss on and reply in a condescending tone “Oh didn't I tell you”? A devious smile spreads across your face “that handsome intern asked me on a date”. Erwin clenches his jaw, grip on your shoulders tightening “ y/n I know you're mad at me about today” he exhales “but this is just childish”. “Aww daddy don't tell me you're jealous of the little Jager boy”. “I'm not jealous of a child like him, and put a jacket or something on that's barely a shirt” he removes his hands from your shoulders and briskly walks out the door.

Erwin is sitting down in the living room with your mom reading the paper when the doorbell rings. He puts down the paper and goes to open the door, “Mr.Smith, kinda weird to see you outside of work i'm here to pick up y/n”. Without breaking eye contact with Eren, Erwin shouts up the stairs “y/n, the Jager boy is here”. As you start to come down the stairs your mom gets up to go check out the new visitor “oh y/n he is handsome, good choice” Eren blushes “uh thanks Mrs.Smith”. You practically skip down the stairs and give Eren a hug at the door, Erwin can see you listened when he told you to put on a jacket over that black halter crop top but you also went ahead and changed out your jeans for a skirt. He knows that he can't say anything right now, not with your mom standing beside him, but he’s jealous. The way you have your arm wrapped around the Jager boy’s waist knowing that he’ll put his filthy hands on his little princess putting his cock where it doesn't belong. The only thing he can think to say is “have her back by 10”.

Eren’s car isn't anywhere as nice as Erwin’s but it's not like you expected it to be. Erwin is a wealthy big shot lawyer and Eren is a college intern but it feels almost weird to be so low to the ground in a car. You're parked at a scenic pull out overlooking the city. There are some picnic tables in the nearby trees but it's not the right season so you two are utterly alone in this small dirt parking lot. Eren is tapping the steering wheel nervously and stealing the occasional glance in your direction “so y/n are you sure you don't want to go and do something? We could go bowling or there's some 24 hour diners nearby”. You prop up one of your feet on the seat below you causing your skirt to ride up your thigh, Eren steals another glance this time lingering on your exposed thigh “I’m perfectly happy right here Eren” you say tilting your head in his direction. “Y/n..I dont want you to feel like i'm trying to take advantage of you” comes out in a low husky voice. You get up, placing your knees underneath you on the seat and place your hand on Eren’s arm as you slowly start to move up towards his face till your fingers grasp his jaw and turn his face towards yours “you're not taking advantage of me Eren”. You pull him into a kiss, it's different from how Erwin’s is. With Erwin it's firm and there's this sense of urgency of “don't get caught” of “this is wrong, we shouldnt do this” but Eren is gentle and warm and kisses you like it's right. His fingers nervously brush against your jaw like he’s afraid you'll break if he touches you too hard “Why don't we move to the back seat” you whisper brushing your fingers into his hair causing him to lean into your touch and eyelids shut “okay” he replies.

Eren’s shirt is off and he’s leaning over your fingers in your hair, and things feel nice of course you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties but this is no way to make a point. You move one of your hands up to his jaw pushing his head up and tilting his jaw down to look at you while the other goes to palm him through his jeans. He’s so beautiful the way the loose tendrils of hair fall against his forehead, his green eyes lids heavy with lust. Maybe you could be happy with him, you could stop fucking your stepdad and be happy having a normal relationship with an age approrait boy. But unfortunately you're a little too twisted to give up on Erwin, you know fucking someone like Eren would amount to the thrill of fucking the one man you were never supposed to touch. Your mind was made up “Eren, I want you to be rough with me” his eyes go wide “o-okay I can do that” he says. His lips meet yours again though this time rougher, he places a peck on the corner of your mouth before starting to trail down to your neck, finally about to give you what you really want “I want you to mark me Eren” you can feel his cock twitch in his pants at the words as he latches on tighter to your neck leaving wet spots that begin to darken. His hands lift off your top, breasts bouncing after being freed from the tight shirt’s confines. He gives them a squeeze before placing his mouth on the right nipple and his delicate fingers roll the left. “If you only do my neck my tits are going to feel left out Eren” he glances up before moving his mouth higher on your breast to start leaving more hickies. Your thighs are squeezing together and you can't take it anymore going to unbutton his jeans and slipping your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers pulling both down freeing his cock to slap against his stomach. His cock was much smaller than Erwin's, not tiny by any means, just not as massive, but it was pretty and veiny and the head was starting to leak. Eren’s hands move down first pulling off your skirt but then pauses to look at your grey panties and how he can see how soaked they are from your arousal. He runs his middle finger over your chlothed slit “hmm is that all for me”. “Of course who else would it be for?” you hook your thumbs under the waistband before Eren’s places his hands over yours “I wanna be the one to do it” he starts to drag them down going slowly so he can see how your arousal sticks to the undergarments before breaking. You take your hard and use your thumb to rub a bead of precum over the head. “Y/n i'm sorry I honestly didn't expect this tonight I don't have any condoms”

“Hmm its okay im on birth control” you say as you guide him by his cock to your entrance. When he makes contact he puts his arms under yours hands gripping your shoulders and burying his face in your neck as he bottoms out. His hips start to move in and out and you can feel the way the head of his dick brushes up against your sweet spot. Eren starts to pull out a little only fucking you with the first few inches stimulating your enough but leaving you begging for him to fill you up and then when you least expect it he pushes in with his full length repeating this process a few more times before you finally feel his warm cum painting your insides. Eren brings his head up and gives your cheek a wet kiss “you didnt cum did you”? “No but that's okay I still enjoyed it”. He rubs his nose against your check and whispers “nuh uh I want to make you cum too, come here”. He pulls out and sits back against the door of the car and gestures for you to come sit in between his legs. You comply leaning your head back in the crook of his neck as he places one hand on your breast and the other starts to circle your clit fingers dipping into the mess from earlier to lube up his finger “how does that feel” he whispers “i-its good” you whimper back. He has two fingers gently pumping in and out and his thumb circling around your swollen bud and your grip his thighs as you feel the tension in your stomach start to reach its breaking point before you release on his fingers adding to the wetness between your thighs. Eren wraps his arms around you and whispers “that a good girl”

It’s 10:15pm when Eren drops you back off making jokes about Erwin firing him every minute it passed 10pm and nervously glancing at the hickeys littering your neck. Before you got out he had said “I hope that wasn't just a one time thing y/n, I think I actually really like you” and you had assured him that this wasn't a one night stand and that you'd see him again. When you finally walk in Erwin was sitting in his reading chair by the door, you walk in and head right up the stairs pretending he wasn't even there. In your room you start to undress when the door opens no knocking. “What the hell did he do to you?” Erwin says grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. He places his fingers over the dark hickies, a look that's a mix of hurt and disgust coming over his face. “Oh come on daddy you know it would be weirder if I didn't go out with your handsome little intern, and I know how you like keeping up your appearances” you smile sweetly at him. You're thinking you finally did it, you got under his skin and you were about to get what you wanted, him all to yourself when suddenly his face goes back to an almost blank expression. “You know what y/n you're right it would be strange if a girl as pretty as you were to remain single the whole time, I think this is actually a good idea”. Erwin takes his hands and brushes your hair back behind your ears and gives you a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room “goodnight princess”. You're so angry he was okay with this, with another man marking you up? It would apparently take a lot more to get under Erwin Smith's skin, you think slamming your hands down on the vanity in frustration.

Two weeks later you're with Eren in his room, him laying his head on your lap talking away while you play with his hair. “Your dad must be pretty protective of you because I swear he’s been crazy rough on me ever since I took you out that first night. I mean I thought he liked me enough since Mr.Ackerman gave me his recommendation and you know how those guys are like best buds” you start to listen more intensely than you had before “Really? My dad doesn't like to talk about work stuff that much around me I haven't heard about Mr.Ackerman”. Eren shifts up a little bit seemingly more curious “Seriously he never mentioned him? Those guys are like crazy close there was even a rumor that they were in a secret relationship but then he married your mom and Mr.Smith just really doesnt seem like the guy to fuck around on his wife” he continues “I actully really like Mr.Ackerman too he’s my sisters cousin, shes adopted so he’s not my cousin but Ive known him a while and I owe him a lot I used to make some bad choices but he kinda kicked my ass into gear and got me on the path I am now, thats why im pre-law and he even helped me get this internship”. The way Eren is looking up at you is just so sweet and filled with love and the way he’s so comfortable just telling you all this makes you feel really bad. Because while Eren’s a nice guy and all it seems like the best way to finally truly get under Erwin’s skin, enough to get what you want is to fuck this Mr.Ackerman.

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babykatsu · 4 years

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Star Gazing.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count: 2k

rating: mature 🌧

genre: fluff, lil smutty(?)

warnings: kissing, suggestive, indications of sex, sexual touches, for the most part, it’s just fluff 🤧

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synopsis: Somehow you managed to drag your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, into coming to stargaze with you. How? Quite simply, he could never say no to you. So when you brought up this very cliche date idea, as much as he wanted to refuse and decline, he couldn’t.

The navy sky above was drizzled in glistening pearly stars, arranged in different patterns and shapes. Every one of those gleaming orbs having their own meanings in the vast universe that was beyond your reach. You felt so meaningless when the sheer size of your surroundings began to sink in. Your surroundings were black, the night's trail engulfing you. The only light present was soft, just barely illuminated the atmosphere. It’s source was the moon, shining gently through the pitch void that absorbed your two bodies. The two bodies that lay comfortably on the grass below. You rested your head on Bakugous chest. Every thump of his heart was audible, the way it calmly chimed in a steady rhythm. It made this whole moment worthwhile.

As much as Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying himself. The way you felt so warm under his grasp, the way you would shudder ever so slightly when he rubbed his warm fingers against your chilled skin, even the thoughtless rambling that flowed out of your dreary mouth. It was all so soothing to him. All his brain could think about was how lucky he was to have someone like you.

He never felt like he could have something so special in his life, never a priority or thought that crossed his mind. But when you showed up, you softened him up in a way he never thought he could. All the touches he never wanted to receive, all the presents, all the sappy dates. Suddenly, he wanted them all. But he didn’t want these things from just anyone. He wanted to share these moments with you and you only.

To say he was in love was an understatement. He loved you way more than words could describe, that’s maybe why he rarely used them. You didn’t mind however, it made his rare vocal affection all the more special in your opinion. He may lack in that aspect, but he damn well knew how to spoil you in his physical gratification.

Bakugou didn’t want to give in and say he enjoyed this moment, he didn’t really want to speak either but this moment just felt so right. It felt so right to give in to his rare desire to vocally praise you as he put his pride aside.

“I love you”

His words streamed out his mouth smoothly like it was second nature to him. It came as a surprise at how normal his words sounded, especially when he used them so infrequently. As dramatic as it was, he didn’t just throw that phrase around. That’s what made stuff like this so meaningful.

You felt your face slowly warm-up until you knew for sure it had a red glint to it. A sudden swarm of butterflies paraded in your stomach and a smile grew across your face. Like a child who just received a sweet, you felt an overwhelming amount of joy flood your system, so much so you could just barely speak. Stumbling for words, you felt them bottle up at the back of your throat.

“you don’t have to say it back, dumbass”

A low raspy laugh escaped his lips, only adding to your embarrassed state. He really made you a mess with just three simple words, but that’s the dominance he held over you, and he loved every god damn second of it. He knew exactly how flustered you got as something like that. Especially when he rarely lets you hear his gratitude.

Slowly, he trailed his warm fingertips up your arm, leaving goosebumps to prick up along the attend areas. His touch felt so soft yet it had a teasing aura to it, like he knew what he was doing. And he sure did.

He knew exactly what he was doing actually. From the words that spilled out his mouth to the carefully planned touches. He was no idiot, of course, he would strategically plot this. You might as well call this your karma for giving him no choice into part taking in this silly date.

This was going to be one hell of a night for sure. You couldn’t help but wonder what treat you were in for tonight, what was he plotting?

Though you kept pondering, thoughts looming around your brain as your body melted on top of his, the gentle touches continued. And as they did, they had found there way to your jaw. The warm pads of his fingers crept up your face, it’s sudden warmth shooting a chill to crawl all over your body. His tender fingers lifted your face, an overload of emotion causing your breath to hitch and mouth to go dry.

It was so weird how even after all these years of being together, he made every interaction between you two feel like the first time. His touch never got old and your body always seemed to fall apart whenever he did so much so as to look your way with that love-filled gaze in his eyes. And once again in this very moment, your body was erupting in all sorts of ways as he literally just caressed your face.

“fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad right now”

He admitted as his eyes darkened, glazed with a shadowy glint. At this point, you felt yourself fully weaken at his words and gestures. His touches were too overwhelming and his words were sending you to cloud 9. Just simply looking at him at this moment. The way a shy light brightened his handsome features, accentuating his vermilion gaze. It was all too much to take in all at once.

“nothing’s stopping you”

You somehow managed to choke those words out, though they seemed to coil up at the tip of your tongue, resulting in it coming out as just barely a whisper.

“Wouldn’t want to make a mess out of you, princess”

He knew fully well that you were in fact already a mess, you were speechless, your nerves all over the place, and most of all your body felt hot all over. That cheeky piece of shit.

“oh wait. you already are”

his hot breath trickled down your neck as he came closer to your ear, whispering his teases. Your body tensed as you felt yourself quiver, his comments making you feel so helpless it was starting to get humiliating. In false annoyance, you pouted your plump lips, returning your focus to the night sky above.

That mischievous grin that had itself so comfortable placed on bakugous face, only grew wider as he watched you behave so childishly. He knew you weren’t mad at all, just being your usual childlike self.

Bakugou didn’t just enjoy this sappy date, he fucking loved it. Nothing in this world could have prepared him for this much satisfaction, and his laughter and jokey laid back nature proved it. You’ve never seen him so chill.

A sudden warm yet wet feeling made itself present on the delicate skin of your neck. A kiss. An overabundance of fluttery pecks peppered your neck, resulting in your eyes to widen and fingers to curl into the soft cotton fabric of bakugous shirt. As he showered your neck in his innocent praise, you finally gained just an ounce of the affection you were seeking so hard just a few seconds ago. You felt your body heat up again. Once more you felt the flutters fly throughout your body as you clung onto bakugous frame. It wasn’t just because you were so flustered at his touches anymore, but because it began to deepen.

The friendly pecks soon turned to passionate kisses. As his tongue trailed down from the bottom of your neck to your ear lobe, he nibbled and sucked in all the right spots, resulting in the echoing of a gentle moan coming from you. The way your boyfriend's lips curled up was evident as you felt, his lips brushing against you.

“if you want more, just use that pretty voice of yours and tell me”

He smirked against your skin and by now you were more than just flustering at his actions, you were beyond that. Every movement made you melt and you wanted more. Way more.

“p-please, kats-u”

Your voice trailed off to bliss as you hummed his name. His praises didn’t stop, not even for a second as his warm drenched tongue ran laps across your sensitive skin. He sucked harshly, but not enough to hurt you, yet enough to cause you pure pleasure. Wincing a whining as he left his mark on your neck.

Something about this little innocent date was suddenly taking a... mature turn.

Your slender fingers scrunched into a fist as tender gasps slipped out your mouth, music to bakugous ears. Carefully, he traced his lips along your delicate face, until they hovered over your needy lips, yearning to be kissed and attended.

“you’re so god damn beautiful like this, babygirl”

He spoke in a hushed tone, deep and husky before he finally connected his smooth saturated lips to yours. They felt amazing. The way his lips wrapped around your own, his warmth exciting you to every degree. Swiftly, he tugged at your bottom lip, trailing his damp tongue across it before eagerly slipping it into your own mouth. The heated muscle rubbed and explored every inch, circling your tongue and sloppily slipping in and out of your mouth. Each time when your lips came to meet again, the kiss deepening in a passion.

But it wasn’t just his mouth doing wonders, making your heart race and loudly beat against your chest. His callous hands did equally as much of the work, not hesitating to trail, grip and caress every curve and inch of you. That familiar buzz shooting through your veins, feeling yourself getting more and more hungry for his touch as the thought of all the things you want him to do to you clouded your brain.

His hands crawled down your spine, edging closer to all the more sensitive areas of your body. Breathlessly panting between each kiss you and bakugou shared, you suddenly felt his warm hand squeeze your ass causing a squeal to erupt from you.

“someone’s excited”

He broke the kiss, his mischievous glare taunting you as his iconic smirk appeared once more.

“let’s take this somewhere else but i wouldn’t mind fucking you under the stars either, baby”

The seductive tone that was laced in his voice made you weak at the knees. Maybe his idea didn’t sound so bad.

“Please do, katsuki”

And with that, he resumed his touches, hands wondering to your weakest spots.

This was going to be one hell of a night...

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justauthoring · 4 years

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It’s You and I, Always [H.S.]

Request: hey! could you maybe do a harry styles x reader where she finds out she's pregnant and she has to tell him over the phone bcs he's on tour or something and she's like super scared he's gonna leave her

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader Word Count: 1,196 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Your hands shook with uncertainty.

You truly did not know if you were ready to go through with this. But part of you also knew you would not be able to rest until you did tell him.

Because as you stared the two lines that seemed to all but taunt their existence at you, all your mind could think of was him -- Harry. How would he react? Would he be mad? Upset? And what you feared the most, and what was currently gnawing at your rational thought, was; what if he wanted to leave you?

He wasn’t ready to have a child. Neither were you, but... he was the one out on tour right now. He wasn’t even home! He barely was -- and you’ve never blamed him, because you knew it wasn’t his fault. Not directly. This was his life, his job, being out of town and away from family was part of it. And you were used to it. But a baby changed everything.

Put responsibilities on his shoulders that he wasn’t ready to take, not with his solo career taking off so well like it has.

So, maybe he wouldn’t want to leave you; but he’d have to. Because his career has always been important to him; his singing and his fans and everything in between. They’ve always been at the top of the list. Where did that leave you? The question hadn’t ever crossed your mind until this moment now -- now that you needed him more than ever and especially given the fact that he wasn’t here. That he was across the world, out of reach of touch and you were left here crying on the floor of your bathroom alone in fear of abandonment.

Where did that put your child?

You couldn’t wait to tell him. He wouldn’t be home until a few more months or so, and even then it was only for a couple of days. You needed to tell him now; even if it was over the phone.

You could barely press his contact name, your hands shaking so badly. With your left hand you held your phone and with your right the pregnancy test stick remained clutched in your grip tightly. You wanted to forget about it, but couldn’t seem to drop it from your hands. Those two lines continued to mock you as the phone started ringing and you pressed it up against your ear, eyes falling shut as the ringing echoed.

You didn’t know what to say. How do you say something quite like that?

You and Harry hadn’t been planning for a baby. Certainly not. And he’d just left for tour, how were you meant to drop a bomb on him like this?

Your heart seems to plummet to the pit of your stomach as the familiar click of Harry picking up echoes, and his voice flutters past the static seconds later. “Hey there, darlin’,” he greets softly, voice somewhat husked. Your chest tightens with the realization that he must’ve been asleep; having completely forgotten about different time zones.

Swallowing thickly, you try to make your voice more sure but even you know you’ve failed incredibly; “h-hey.”

You can practically picture the furrow of his brows at the tone of your voice, and it makes it all that much worse. “Everything alrigh’?” He questions, voice thick but low. “I might be half asleep, but something sounds wrong.”

“I-I...” You pause a moment, trying to figure out what to say. How to say it. Should you just lie? Maybe you shouldn’t say anything. Maybe it’d be better that way. Collect your thoughts, try to calm down, figure it all out and then you’d tell him-- “I’m pregnant.”

The silence is deafening.

Then, voice small, Harry finally says something; “you’re... you’re what?”

“Pregnant,” you mumble, glancing down at your lap and pulling the pregnancy stick closer, as if double checking that those two lines are truly real. “I’ve been feeling off lately and my period was super late this month. I hadn’t really thought much of it until I saw a pregnancy test while I was shopping and... yeah. I’m... I’m pregnant, Harry.”

There’s another moment of silence, then; “woah.”

His short replies, the distant sounding tone just causes your entire being to flood with fear. Your eyes begin to water all over again and the sudden urge to throw up is sickening as you press your hand firmly into your stomach, trying to calm yourself. “I-I... I know this wasn’t planned and I know you’re out on tour right now and this really isn’t the right time but i’m not getting rid of this baby, Harry. It... It wasn’t planned but I just can’t. And I understand if you’re not ready for this, so if you... if you want to leave me then... well, i’ll figure it out.”

“Woah, woah,” Harry calls in, cutting you off from saying anything further. “You think i’d leave you?”

“...I don’t know.”

“I wouldn’t,” he says instantly, without a second of doubt. “Never would I leave you.”

“But the baby... your career, I mean! You’re on tour right now, how--”

“We’ll figure it out. However we do it, we’ll do it. You and me.”

And just like that, the fear fades. Your shoulders fall and your muscles ease as the pregnancy stick finally falls from your grasp, clattering to the ground unheard of. You bite your bottom lip as your eyes water, this time for a different reason and this instant bout of relief just floods your entire being.

It’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt.

“I was so scared,” you admit with a whisper, voice shaking. “I... I didn’t know what to do, Harry. I was scared-- I am... I’m still scared.”

“I can come home early,” Harry mumbles back and you hear the distant sound of noise pick up in the back. As if Harry’s about to start packing. “I’ll come home. You need me right now and--”

“No, no,” you quickly cut in, shaking your head even if he can’t see you. “No, don’t cancel the tour. No. I’m fine, truly. I... I am, and I don’t want you to cancel everything just for me--”

“--I would. In a heart beat.--”

“--But I won’t let you,” you laugh lightly. “Seriously, Harry, i’ll be fine. I’m ten times better then I was a few moments ago now that I know I have you by my side. Whether you’re across the world or not.”

“Always,” Harry whispers lightly, voice husky. “You’ll always have me.”

“I know.”

“I’ll be home in just two months,” he continues and even if it seems forever away now, the words are reassuring. “Then, i’ll stay. For longer then planned.”

“Harry, you don’t--”

“I will,” he cuts in, causing you to smile. “You’ll need me.”

Pausing a moment, you let his words sink, letting them calm you. Your heart racing starts to slow and the smile on your lips grows wider as you nod softly to yourself. “Okay,” you whisper, “sounds like a plan.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, “I love you too.”

“We’ll get through this together.”

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tooyoungngolden · 4 years

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Prompt:

Imagine getting into an heated argument with your favourite character. You raise your arm to slap them, but they catch your wrist. They back you up into a wall and lean down to your ear. In a low, husky voice they whisper “Wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

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Y/N was fuming. She honestly doesn’t think she’s ever been this mad at Harry. Never in the whole 10 years that she known Harry had she wanted to slap him as much as she did right now. Sure, they’d had the fair share of arguments. They’d been best friends for well over 10 years now, so them being hunky dory with each other all day every single day- was sometimes out of the question. Prime example, right now.

Things had honestly gotten a little- just a little- tense between the two over the last couple months after Y/N realised that she might be a little bit- just a little bit- in love with her best friend. She hadn’t meant to, really she hasn’t. They were having the regular movie night- like they usually did when Harry was home- and they were at opposite ends of the sofa, legs wrapped around each other, tossing the crappiest sweets between the two, trying to see if they could get it in each other mouths, not really paying attention to the movie that Harry had picked.. Harry had obviously managed to get his in, but Y/N had missed, she’d managed to hit Harry right in the eye- which he had closed in obvious preparation for her missing- and then they were laughing. The kind of laugh coming out of both of them that them gripping at their stomachs, the happiest tears coming out their eyes.

Y/N had looked at Harry, and in that one moment she realised that she’d always been in love. She realised that she’d always love him, and every single thing that he did. That completely changed it for her. The fact that she was in love with Harry wasn’t something that she could admit, especially not to Harry. And suddenly her whole attitude changed, she was panicking. Causing little arguments- well, not really arguments-which stressed both of them out as a result.

And now here they were, completely and utterly pissed at each other. She can’t even remember what it was over, she’d bet that Harry would know though. She’d bet her- their- house on Harry remembering why they were so pissed at each other. He always remembered the little things.

“God!” She almost screamed, “fucking why!”

Harry wasn’t home. She had no reason to be quite, but she was. There was no neighbours that she had to worry about, they only had one on the right and they weren’t home. Hadn’t been for a couple days now. But here she was. Trying her hardest not to scream at the top of her lungs how much she currently hated Harry Styles.

“Fucking stupid, irrational, ridiculously attractive wanker!” She groaned, it honestly feels like all she’s done all morning was pace the living room floor and make herself even more worked up about the argument she had with Harry. She couldn’t calm down, usually, after all of their previous ‘arguments’, by the time they’d both made it back to the house they were both calm, it completely forgotten. Them back to normal. Not this time. Definitely not this time.

Again, Harry wasn’t home, Y/N didn’t have a clue where he was- probably at the studio, it’s where he usually went- and she was home. Pacing a hole into the fur rug that was placed on the floor in the living room. She groaned again, hands coming up to pull the hair back from her face, she dragged her hands down from her hair, them coming to rest on the bridge of her nose, gently rubbing. Trying to ease the headache she’d had for the better part of her morning.

Y/N doesn’t hear it, too absorbed in trying to calm the pounding in her head to recognise Harry’s keys being slid into the front door, it being shoved open and him walking in. She can hear him now though, knows what he usually does, she recognises him dumping his keys on the counter by the door, can hear a little shuffling and knows that he’s toeing off his shoes and kicking them over by the counter as well.

She looks over at the living room door, waiting to see if Harry will come in and actually communicate with her instead of them continuing this silly argument. And of course he doesn’t, doesn’t even acknowledge that she’s standing in the living room. He just walks straight down the hallway and into their kitchen. Not one single word working it’s way past his lips.

That honestly does it for Y/N, her anger gets the better of her and she’s practically throwing herself down the hallway after Harry, following him into the kitchen as he walk over to the sink.

“Fuck you Harry!” She shouts at his back, he tenses as he walks, Y/N can clearly see that his shoulders lock up and tighten as he moves.

He doesn’t turn, doesn’t even respond to what she said. He doesn’t acknowledge that she’s standing behind him, definitely won’t acknowledge that she’s still pissed at him. He’s the same with her right now too, he however isn’t going to take his anger out on her and do something that he’d regret.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” She shouts again, her voice not lowering in volume, it only getting higher in pitch the more angry she gets with him. This question however, gets a response out of Harry as he spins around to glare at her.

“Me! What the fuck is wrong with me?” He throws back, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Noting! Absolutely nothing!”

“Oh fuck off Y/N” Harry laughs, this laugh isn’t genuine though, it’s full of anger. “We both know that your not fine!”

“I’m fine!” She hissed, “You’re the one with the stick up his ass!”

Harry laughed, once again his laugh was something that was far from the genuine laugh that always came out of Harry, “ Me?” He smirked “You’re the one that’s been nothing uptight for weeks! You’re the one who won’t fucking talk to me!” His voice rose until he was just shy of shouting by the time he had finished his sentence.

She glared up at him, eyes not leaving his as she stared at him.

“Fuck yourself Harry Styles,” she growled,

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Harry smirked back at her,

Y/N doesn’t know when her mind decides that she is going to raise her hand but it does, her right hand raises from being clenched down at her side to being in the air- aiming at Harry’s face. She doesn’t get very far before his own hand is coming up and catching her wrist. His eyes squint down at her and he starts walking backwards, backing her into one of the kitchen counters.

Y/N’s heart is pounding in her chest as she watches Harry bend down, his mouth level with her ear,

“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?” Her whispers huskily, not blinking as he straightens his back a little to look into her eye. Y/N gulps, her mind racing a thousand thoughts a second.

“Get off me Harry,” she forces out through clenched teeth.

“Are you going to stop acting like a child and talk to me?” His voice goes back to being tense, nothing like it was a minute ago.

“I’m the child?” She scoffs back, her brows arching, “let go of me!” She tries again, wriggling her hand to see if she can force it out of Harry’s grip. Obviously they don’t budge. She tugs again, pulling a little harder at her wrist than she did a second ago, Harry’s grip only tightens in response to her pulling.

“Stop tugging!” Harry hisses, loosing his grip slightly, not letting go of her yet.

“Please Y/N, talk to me!” He begs, his voice was still hard, but his eyes were pleading down at her. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with her, but he wanted to know. He wants to help her.

Y/N looks up at Harry, she can see how his eyes have softened down and he’s not glaring at her as much anymore. She knows that the fight is leaving him, she also knows that he’s not going to be back to normal with her until he finds out what’s wrong.

“I can’t Harry,” she whispers, she shakes her head, trying to get her emotions straight, “there’s nothing wrong with me,” she states, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Liar.” Harry murmurs. “I know when there’s something wrong with you Y/N. We’ve been best friends for long enough that I also know when your lying to me.” He’s still looking down at her, his eyes haven’t left her face for a second.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Y/N tires again, hoping that Harry will realise that she really didn’t want to have this conversation with him. Her eyes connect back with his, her now being the one that’s pleading with Harry.

“Please let go of my arm,” she asks again, this time Harry releases her, his grip completely coming off her am and his own hand returning back down to his side. He doesn’t step back, doesn’t put the space back between them that Y/N so desperately wanted. He stays rooted, back straightening, him standing to his full height.

“Thank you,” she murmurs,

“Will you please, talk to me about what’s been happening with you now?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets on his jeans.

Y/N shook her head, tears prickling at her eyes as she focused down at her socked feet. “I can’t,” she whispered, she didn’t want to ruin what they had.

“Why not?” Harry whispered back,

“I just can’t!” Her voice rose slightly, tears that were pooled in her eyes were slowly working there way down her cheeks.

“Why the hell not!” Harry’s voice was raising slightly, all he wanted was her to talk to him. “Why can’t you talk to me anymore!”

“Because I’m in love with you, you idiot!” Y/N screams back before she even realises or thinks about what to say.

“Oh-“ she reaches up, slapping a hand over her mouth, fat globs of salty tears working their way down her cheeks, “oh fuck-“

She doesn’t look at Harry. She can’t look at him, her hand is still covering her mouth. The only sounds that work it’s way past her hand are the repeated words of ‘oh fuck’.

“What?” Harry whispers, “what did you say?”

She shakes her head, she’s never going to repeat what the words that just came out of her mouth ever again.

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything. It doesn’t matter- just forget about it. I’m sorry,” she was ranting, not looking at Harry. Trying her hardest not to burst out in tears she starts shoving at Harry, trying to get him to move.

“Please move,” she cries, her voice breaking as more tears work their way down her face.

“No. No, no, no, no,” Harry repeats, “please, don’t forget about that,” Y/N can’t see it but Harry’s eyes are pleading down at her, his eyebrows furrowed, begging her to look back up at him.

“I- I can’t Harry,” Y/N begs, still not looking up at him.

“I love you too,” Harry states, his voice confident. Not wavering or uncertain in what he’s saying all all.

Y/N snaps her head up, her eyes finally meet back with Harry’s green, “what?” She whispers.

“I love you too,” Harry repeats,

“No- what?” She’s so completely and utterly confused.

Harry bends down, resting his forehead on top of hers, moving his hands up so that they are cupping the side of her face. He needs her to know that he’s not just saying this because she said it, needs her to know that he means it.

“I love you, you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, I’ve loved you as more than a best friend for years,”

Y/N still has tears running down her cheeks, they’re slower now. Not as quick, she doesn’t quite understand what’s just happened. Can’t wrap her head around the words that Harry had just said 3 times.

“You-“ she stutters, “your lying. Why?” She questions.

Harry laughs, a small chuckle working it’s way past his lips, huffing the small hairs that rest on their joined foreheads, “Why do I love you?” He questions.

“Your absolutely amazing. You’ve supported me with everything that I’ve ever done and you’ve never left me. Your always there Y/N.” He answered, voice wavering slightly as he finished.

“But you could have anyone that you wanted? You could have anyone?” She countered.

“I don’t want anyone love. I want you,”

Another tear works it’s way down from her eye, Harry reaches up, wiping it away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry sweetheart. You don’t need to cry,” he whispers,

Y/N sobs. Her tears once again starting up, back to flowing faster down her cheeks. Harry pulls her to him, wrapping his arms around her body, burring his face in her hair. She hides her face in his neck, breathing in. Filling her lungs with the smell that was Harry. Just Harry. They stood there for a couple minutes, both of them waiting for Y/N tears to dry up.

She lifted her head a little, enough that what she was going to say could be heard, “you’re… you’re serious?” Y/N asked.

“Completely, Y/N.” Harry had barely finished getting the words out before Y/N was throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him down again so that they were wrapped around each other.

“Your sure?” She questions, Harry smiles, nodding his head. His heart aches a little that she’s so hesitant to accept his love, that she’s so scared to acknowledge that someone loves her.

Y/N nods, her head a little shaky as she replies, “I love you too,” she’s finally not afraid to admit that she loved him. No longer scared to say those three words aloud considering Harry had now said them to her loads of time. She still can’t quite wrap her head around the fact that Harry loves her. Her!

“Say it again,” Harry pulls back so that they’re both looking into each others eyes, still holding onto each other but they’re now looking right into each other. The two of them finally getting what they’d both wanted for the longest time,

“I love you,” she grins. Her heart pounding, she’s not scared anymore. “I love you!” She laughs,

Harry grins back at her, reaching out and tucking a lose strand of hair back behind her ear, “I love you more,”

She tosses her head back, a small laugh working it’s way past her lips. The tears that were working their way down her face a minute ago were long forgotten- the only remains of them was the slight wet patch below her eyes and on the collar or Harry’s shirt.

She looks back at Harry, the most genuine smile that had ever crossed her face currently say upon her lips, “kiss me?” She asks, her happiness evident in her tone.

“Always,” Harry smiled back at her, bending down to slowly graze his lips over Y/N’s.

This may have been one of their worse arguments but they were both so glad that it had happened. So incredibly happy that they could be honest with each other now. Y/N leaned up, connecting her lips back with Harry’s as he broke their first kiss.

They’d never been as happy with each other as they were in this moment, so deeply in love with each other that they didn’t care about the rest of the world. They finally got what they wanted.

Each other.

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Another one done and dusted my loves!

This one took me slightly longer to write and I have for the foggiest as to why! Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Request something! I’ll try my absolute hardest to write what you want!

Feedback is always- and I mean always- appreciated from you lovely people! Be gentle with me tho!

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zerot0all · 4 years

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Golden Child reacting to their S/O trying to make them jealous with another member.

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Jaehyun

Jaehyun loved you very much and since the beginning of your relationship, he was never the jealous type or maybe he was really good at hiding it. You tried to test it out using Seungmin. Since you all had the same taste in movies, you began raving over the newest fantasy film that Jaeyhun hadn’t watched yet.

“Omg Seungmin, I cant believe you agree with me, most people on the message board didn’t understand my thoughts on the conspiracies going around. I can’t believe we have so much in common.” You said, not realizing the fond/flirty tone in your voice, but Jaehyun noticed it. He stood back seeing how you were busy with your conversation, you could feel him watching, so you turned around slowly, only to have him flash you one of his softest smiles, before he turned back and continued with whatever he was doing in the kitchen.

“Hey babe, why didn’t you join us?” You ask as you gave your boyfriend a gentle back hug.

“It’s okay, it seemed like you were good, plus I was making you a snack.” Jaehyun said as he turned over and showed the plate of cheeses. This made you smile, you really had the most amazing man.

“Also, we will have all day tomorrow together and we can rave about it then.” He said as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and headed towards the couch.

Jibeom

“Jibeom, do you like this dress on me?” You ask your boyfriend who was waiting for you to finish getting ready for a dinner party. Jibeom was kind of thrown off at the question, since you wore whatever you wanted.

“Yes, it looks fascinating on you.” He answered taking in your frame.

“Okay good, Sungyoon said you would like it.” You said in a sharp tone. Since you’ve dated Jibeom, he didn’t seem like the jealous type but you thought this was the perfect time to find out.

“Wait, Sungyoon saw you in this outfit before I did?” Jibeom roughly asks as he shoots up off the couch.

“Well, yes.” You respond nonchalantly. As you continue to look at yourself in the mirror, you could see him coming behind you and rapidly unzipping your dress.

“Take it off. I mean, please take it off. The dress.” Jibeom asks very calmly but you could tell he was annoyed and it was kind of sexy. You just stood there, waiting for something more as he inches closer.

“If you won’t take it off, then I will.” Jibeom whispers as his hand caresses your shoulder, causing your dress strand to fall. Maybe a little jealously was acceptable.

Donghyun

Donghyun has such a childish yet mature charm, that it was easy to fall in love with him but you were still kind of curious to see how he would react to being jealous.

“Jaehyun, do you want me to make you something to eat?” You ask the older boy, causing Donghyun’s neck to snap towards you, since you don’t cook for anyone expect him.

“Umm sure, everything you make is delicious.” Jaehyun answerd coming off more insinuating then he intended, as he looked over at your boyfriend, who was now fuming.

“Baby, Jaehyun can make his own damn food!” Donghyun answers as he heads towards you and drags you away from the kitchen.

“We’re going out, don’t wait up for me.” Donghyun says loudly as he hands you your coat.

“It’s an impromptu date night, whether you like it or not. Only us.” Donghyun states trying to sound firm but coming off so sweet that you couldn’t help but melted at his actions. Donghyun’s solution to being jealous is having date night? Hmmm...maybe you should make him jealous more often.

Joochan

Joochan is not only very verbal and affectionate with his love, but he also wears his heart on his sleeve. But even then, you’ve never seen him jealous and you really wanted to seen how that would be. So when you started spending more time with Jibeom, he definitely wasn’t having it.

“You’re seriously going to hang out with Jibeom... again?” Joochan asked in a whinny tone as he stomped around your apartment.

“Yes, I have some things to go over with him.” You said, trying not to smile. Your back was to him and you tried your best not to break out in laughter, since he was being beyond adorable.

“That’s it y/n, you have to choose... it’s either me or Jibeom!” Joochan stated in a very deep husky voice that sent a shiver down your spine causing you to turn around to see him standing tall and proud.

“Joochan, honey, I’m not going to pick because this isn’t a decision that will ever be needed. I love you way too much.” You say as you walk up to him to caress his face.

“Oh, okay good, because you’re mine but I can’t help be a little jealous.” Joochan had finally exhaled as he proceeded to hug you tight.

“All mine.” He murmured as he began to place soft kisses on your lips.

Bomin

Bomin is so loving but doesn’t quite show it in his emotions, so you’ve never seen him be jealous but you kinda wanted too. So, when golcha planned a day trip, you decided to sit next to Daeyeol. This surprised Bomin, but he didn’t say anything, he just took another seat directly behind the two of you.

“Shut up, you have to take me to that bar, it sounds amazing.” You say in a high pitched voice, Daeyeol only smiled and nodded. You didn’t notice how Bomin’s eyebrows furrowed and he was getting not only jealous, but mad. Once you arrived at your destination you look over and see Bomin’s face and you’re surprised to see his facial expression. It was kind of sulking mixed with annoyance. It looked sexy on him.

“Baby, on the ride back you’re sitting next to me.” Bomin states firmly while he holds onto your shoulders. You snicker and kiss him on his plump lips.

“Of course my love, you’re the only man I want to sit next too.” Your words instantly broke Bomin as he became a smiling mess.

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wonderland-in-bloom · 4 years

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there for you

[jamil viper x spoiled!vampire!princess!reader]

@yandere-of-your-dreams asked: Just wanted to pop in and say I love your writings❤️💖 and may I please request a one shot for Jamil were the reader is a spoiled vampire princess💖

aaaa thank youuu sm! hope you enjoy this!!! also THANK YOU ALL SM FOR 800+ FOLLOWERS AAAAAAAA,, i screamed at like midnight last night lol ;w; thank you everyone so much! i’ll keep doing my best!

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“JAMIL!” you screeched. you tapped your foot on the floor multiple times, growing increasingly impatient. “JAMIL!” he still didn’t come out of the kitchen. you crossed your arms as tight as you possibly could. “JAMIL VIPER!!!” you practically jumped out of the armchair you were sitting on and stomped your foot on the ground. he finally walked out of the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

“what?!” he growled. “i called you three times already! why didn’t you-” he cut off your sentence “you didn’t call me three times, in fact you called me many more times than that. i could hear you perfectly fine, (y/n).” he stepped closer towards you, a slightly terrifying aura surrounded him. you weren’t scared of course. who was he compared to you? suddenly your back met the wall, and he slammed his hand on it, just inches away from yours. he leaned his face close to your own, causing you to grit your teeth. “don’t you know how much of a spoiled brat you are, princess?” he teased you in a husky voice. you felt his breath tickle your ear, and you started to push him away from you, but to no avail. “LET GO!”

he inched closer to you. you felt tears prick the corner of your eyes. “jamil viper, leave me alone!” you screamed. with your eyes closed, you sensed his presence away from you. you heard the door click open and him sighing before closing it, and leaving you alone. you opened your eyes and sighed to yourself, before leaning against the wall and crouched down. “spoiled brat...” you hissed. you felt the tears coming back. “(y/n) (l/n)...the eldest...supposedly the next ruler.” you clenched your fist. “bullshit!” you grabbed a vase from beside you and smashed it against the wall.

princess (y/n) (l/n). the eldest child of the king and queen of your kingdom of vampires. your parents were very doting parents, and spoiled you with everything you ever wished for. from the most glamorous of dresses, to jewelry made out of pure gold. you were happy, but you were never pleased. all the civilians loved you and cherished you, but that all changed when your younger brother was born. your parents never turned their attention to you anymore, nor did the civilians, as in your kingdom, the one who could rule had to be male. and with your little brother, no one cared about you anymore. you tried to do everything you could to get your parents’ attention, but alas they turned their backs on your and continued fueling all of your wants, except for one thing you actually really wanted, their love.

coming to night raven college, none of the students liked you. they all thought you were spoiled, bratty, annoying, whiny, the list goes on. you didn’t plan on getting close to anyone anyways. however jamil viper was the only one who was...somehow neutral with you. he didn’t mind spending time with you despite the way you acted, but of course he would be annoyed with you at times. but today...it was just different. he seemed to despise you. “jamil...i’m sorry.” suddenly you felt your throat ran dry. a symptom of craving. you quickly got up and went to your cabinet and slammed it open. you gasped to see all of the vials filled with precious, red liquid, empty. “what?! how can this be-” you choked on your own words, the thirst growing by the second.

you felt pain in the pit of your stomach as you tried to inhale as much air as you could. you were suffocating. it was like a feeling of being drowned, yet at the same time, also a feeling of being thirsty, like never having a drop of water your whole life. you whimpered in pain and curled up into a ball on the ground. “h..help...me...”

meanwhile, jamil was anxiously pacing around the exterior hallway of the school, while he debated with himself whether to go back to you or just forget about you and go back to the scarabia dorms. “fufufufufu, what do we have here?” jamil turned to the source of the voice. on the ceiling. he looked up to meet the eyes of lilia vanrouge. “lilia-san.” he hopped down from the ceiling and stood beside jamil. “what’s with the pacing around all over the place? something tells me you’re unsettled.” jamil sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. “it’s nothing...” lilia chuckled. “it’s (y/n) isn’t it?” jamil didn’t react to this however, he was pretty shocked whe lilia mentioned your name.

“you’re debating whether to go back to her or not aren’t you?” jamil still tried to keep his composure but eyed his senior. “how do you know this?” lilia smirked. “your actions are very clear to the eye, viper.” he started to walk away from jamil but stopped before turning the corner. “oh and if i were you, i’d go back and check on her. she might be in serious trouble. call it...an intuition...” and with that, he vanished. jamil was still debating with himself but it seemed as if his feet moved themselves all the way back to your room. he hesitantly knocked on your door. “(y/n).” no reply. he knocked again. “(y/n)..?” and now he was starting to grow impatient. alright he might not have been answering when you called him, but he found it extremely immature for you to be doing the same thing. “i know you’re mad....just...” he sighed.

“pardon the intrusion.” he opened the door slightly and slipped inside. he looked around to find you nowhere. “(y/n)...?” he walked behind the sofas to see the smashed vase. this was when panic started to set in. “(y/n)!” you heard a clang coming from the kitchen and he ran to see what happened. he saw you on the floor, while inhaling as much air as you could, a hoarse voice coming out from your own throat. you looked up to meet the eyes of jamil. he flinched a little as he saw your eyes glimmer a glowing red color, and your fangs were just as evident as ever. “(y/n)...are you alright?”

“i need to drink jamil! please! let me...NO! i can’t!” you reached your hand to grab him but when you realized what you were doing, your other arm grasped that arm reaching for him. “what happened to you..?” his eye trailed to the shards of glass vials and saw the empty cabinet which was supposed to be your supply of blood. he learned about it somewhere before. if they didn’t satisfy their thirst, vampires would be immense pain due to this. jamil took it upon himself to crouch down in front of you and grabbed your chin. “(y/n)...” he softly spoke. with your thirst driven eyes, you looked at his soft expression. “it’s alright...you need to drink. besides, i don’t want anything happening to you...”

tears streamed down your cheeks as you forgot all of your human-like behavior and threw yourself onto him. you pounced on top of him and dug your fangs deep into his collarbone. he grunted slightly, trying to endure the excruciating pain. from a sensation being similar to being stabbed with a knife, it soon faded away as another feeling started to dawn upon jamil. you took another gulp of his blood before finally backing away and realized what you’ve done. “JAMIL! I’M SO SO SO SO SORRY!” you sighed. “for everything.” he was readjusting his uniform while listening to you speak. “i’m sorry for being so bratty. so annoying. i’m sorry for treating you so badly! you can leave me if you want to, i don’t need anyone...” you felt a hand on top of your head.

“i can’t leave you alone, besides who would be here to offer you blood when you need it?” you blushed. “i-i can order blood you know! ethically sourced and clean, guaranteed!” this caused jamil to chuckle. “(y/n), i’m sorry for losing my patience around you. i’m sorry for treating you the way i did.” you shook your head. “n..no...i’m the one who’s sorry.” he was picking up the glass shards from the floor when he saw your expression. he started to laugh. “what?! it’s not funny?!” he continued. “are you seriously crying?!” you sniffled and wiped the tears away. “no! shut up!” he pinched your cheek. “you’re such a big baby.”

“i’m sorry...for being that way.” jamil smiled. “it’s alright, (y/n). you don’t have to apologize. but of course, there are a few things about you we need to work on. such as your patience, whininess, brattiness, the list goes on.” you pouted. “i get it! i’m a shitty person!” jamil chuckled. “well not all that shitty. come on, we start on improving today.” you looked up to see his smiling face and hand extended to help you stand up. you hesitantly grabbed it and you were back up on your feet. “i’m sorry if i bit you too hard, or if i took too much blood.” he just shook his head. “i’m alright, don’t worry about me.”

“jamil...i’m sorry. again.”

“i know. and you don’t have to apologize so often.”

“okay...i’m sorry...EH WAIT...SORRY FOR...nevermind.”

“this is already a good change.”

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i was kinda thinking of owari no seraph when writing this lolol i miss it sm, hello season three wyaaa ;-; also i’m just gonna continue fangirling over the beans day event and all of the fanart lolol still debating with myself whether to write astra’s story or not meeeehhhhh :p

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labyrinthofmagicdrabbles · 4 years

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white dragon

fandom: magi

pair: hakuryuu ren x fem!reader

chapter: dream [1/15]

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It was always the same dream

He was running, he could tell by the click-clacking echo of his boots. Where exactly he was running to, he did not quite know, but what he did know was that he was running from something, towards someone.

And he felt so small, smaller than the child he was in that dream, so weak, scared, and helpless that there was nothing more he wanted then to run into the safety of his elder brother's chambers and curl up into the secure warmth of his brother's arms, protected from all that would dare to harm him.

But he couldn't do that; not while trying to escape the smoldering flames that so quickly ate up the path behind him, covering and destroying everything in its wake, leaving nothing but ash. Closer and closer they grew, he could feel the heat lick at his skin. The fire would eat him up too, just as it did his beloved brothers, if he didn't hurry.

The thick fumes of smoke blinded and blurred his vision, clouded his lungs, but he didn't care. He had to escape. He had to find them. He had to find her.

Through the sounds of the flickering flames and drawn out yells of servants and nobles alike, he would hear a voice that fell familiar on his ears. A pleading, desperate voice that cried out his name—so close, yet felt so far away.

"—ryuu!"

The darkness was an endless, spiraling hall that pulled the voice further and further away the closer he came to it. It would grow louder with each cry of his name, the tone more frightened than the last.

And it tugged at his heartstrings, plunged a knife in and twisted it. He could feel the cry build up in his throat as he pushed himself harder, his mouth falling open and her name escaping his lips in a soundless call, repeating over and over like a pleading prayer.

"Haku—"

He stumbled, tumbling to the ground and falling in a heap of weakened, exhausted bones. Liquid slides down his cheeks, thicker than tears and redder than water. He tries to lift himself, but his limbs have turned to stone. Gravity becomes his enemy, and suddenly he can't move at all; no matter how hard he tries, how hard he wills himself to do so, he couldn't move.

But then suddenly, the halls seem to melt away, and he sees her.

Beautiful as ever, despite the blood and bruises that cover her body; hair a mess and white robes tattered, torn, and burnt, tears staining her lovely face and looking so helpless, as a dark figure hovered over her fallen frame.

"—RYUU!"

In the figure's hands, a steel sword, long and sharp, glistens with blood in the dim light of the fire. One single step they take towards her is enough to send her scrambling backwards as quickly as she can, eager to put as much distance between them as possible.

Another step.

The figure becomes visible—

—And Hakuryuu feels his heart stop, his breath caught in his throat. And around him, the world becomes cold.

Because there, standing with cold, dead eyes, tall and fearsome with his white robes stained with blood—is him.

No, that's not him, that can't be him—he had given up his hatred and desire for vengeance and destruction. He had moved on, moved forward with his life. So why was he standing there with those cold, hateful eyes he once had years ago, looking down at her with such disdain, covered in her blood. He had hurt her.

Why?

He would never hurt her—he had hurt a lot of people in his life, by which he still held much regret for that in his heart to this day—but not her, never her. He loved her, how could he ever want to hurt her?

'STOP!'

He continues forward in slow, agonizing steps as the woman tries, but fails to get away as the figure suddenly lunges forward, and then has her trapped, the shadow of his body straddling her panicked form, keeping her stuck beneath his weight.

Her cries escalate into hysterics as the figure raises the sword, the tip of it glinting in the glow of the fire.

And he can do nothing but watch in horror— scared, weak, helpless, poor little Hakuryuu—useless as always

'HAKURYUU DON'T DO THIS PLEAS—'

The sword swings down and the sound of blood splattering fills the air as the screams give way to silence.

"NO!"

~~~

"Hakuryuu!"

Mismatched blue eyes snap open as the former emperor of the Kou Empire is startled from his sleep by the worried call of a female's voice. He jerks up, sweat pouring down his forehead and heart racing as he tries to catch his breath, anxious blue eyes scanning the area around him.

Inside of his chambers, he realized, it was rather dark, save for the faint glow of a dimly lit candle. But it was the same, pale colored wall aligned with various trinkets and paintings, the same papers stacked neatly in the corner of his desk; no smoke, no flames, no terror—just the simple decor of his chambers.

"Are you okay, Hakuryuu?" The gentle voice interrupts his racing thoughts and a small hand places itself on his shoulder, causing his gaze to break away from the setting of the room and rest on the owner of both the voice and hand, his beloved.

He doesn't give an answer, and before he could stop himself, his hands grasp her shoulders in a tight grip, all but roughly turning her smaller frame towards him as he frantically scans her form. Every inch of her skin, her body, checking any and every part of her that could possibly have been harmed or out of place.

Now, if this kind of thing were something out the ordinary, [Name] would have smacked his hands away and demand that he tell her what was wrong, as his strange behavior was scaring her and at her current state, she could not afford to be scared—because being scared would lead to being stressed, and stress would not do the two of them well at all.

But safe to say, sadly, she had grown quite used to this.

Grabbing her husband's wrists, she gently removed his shaking hands from her shoulders and took them into her much smaller ones, thumbs messaging his clammy skin.

"It's okay love," she leaned in placed her lips against his own in a quick, gentle kiss. "We're okay...you were just having another bad dream."

Soothing as her words were, they did not do much to help against the tight ache in his chest, the tremor of his body. Though, the softness of her body against his was enough to keep him sane at least. He swallowed as he felt heartbeat slow down to the normal pace, his breath slowly becoming even again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, eagerness lacing her soft tone, then frowns when he shakes his head. There he went again, keeping his troubles to himself. As he always did.

It was a long period of silence before he spoke.

"I...apologize if I startled you again." His voice is husky with sleep, eyes drained by exhaustion. He attempts to pull his hands from her grip but refrains when she tightens it. "Did I wake you?"

"No, Ryuu, I was already up," smooth lips form a soft smile and she lightly gestures towards the swell of her belly, growing bigger and bigger with each passing day. "This little one makes it a bit difficult to get some good rest anyways."

He gives a weak chuckle. "I suppose I should apologize for that as well?"

"What? No, of course not!" She removes her grip from his hands, much larger than her own, and moves to cup his scarred cheek. "You should never apologize for such a wonderful thing, Ryuu. After all, I love our little Hakuro so much already. Being able give him a younger sister or brother and having our family grow is truly a blessing."

"I know love, I know." He pulls her into his arms and smiles when she snuggles into his chest. "I was only kidding."

He lays back down on his back, the tightness in his chest now gone as he's able to finally breathe again.

"But still," he speaks after a long moment of silence as he turns to face her. " It is not fair for me to bother you with my burdens. In your current state—"

"Hakuryuu, I'm pregnant, not an elderly ill woman. Whatever 'burdens' you carry, I can carry as well. We can handle them together. Please, do not be afraid to share them with me."

"But you shouldn't—"

"No—You shouldn't try to keep anything from me." She sits up once more and gives him that look she always gives him when she's serious. "Hakuryuu, I am your wife. As I promised you from the day we got married, I will be by your side, always. I will carry your burdens. Always." She grabs a hold of his hand once more and laces her fingers with his own as her gaze softens. "You are not alone anymore, Ryuu. I need you to understand that."

And you never will be again.

I do understand. I understand perfectly, it's just that— He goes to counter, but before he could her lips immediately meet his, claiming them with such a passion he knew she could not express with words, and like always, she leaves him breathless.

Before long, they part for breath and she rests her forehead against his. "I love you, Hakuryuu. Very much. As does our little Hakuro, and Judar, Kougyoku, and all of the others. And soon, this little one will love you just as much."

Her words pierce through his heart, and a light feeling, a warmth, spreads throughout his chest and body as he feel tears start to form in his eyes. Not tears of distress or pain, no, tears of joy. Of relief. Never in his life, had he been touched by such words.

In such a cruel world that had always been controlled by destiny, he had always thought he was doomed to live the rest of his life alone, where he would most likely waste away until he ended up in an early grave; put there by either by war or by himself, being driven mad and consumed whole by his hatred.

Living life with a beautiful wife at his side, surrounded by their children, friends, and family, free from all torment and ghosts of the past was simply something he only ever dreamed about, something that he had secretly longed for deep down in the lowest depths of his heart.

But he was no fool. Dreams like that only existed in the fairy tales his brothers used to read to him at night. He would never be a Xu Xian, he would never find his Bai Suzhen. Someone like him would never find love or happiness.

Or so he thought.

When he first tried, it had been a failure. Though Morgiana was a strong, beautiful women who he had once wanted by his side, she had not been the one for him. Her heart belonged with another man, and that man would be the one to give her his in return. He had been bitter about it, before, yes, but that had been in the past.

Now, he lived for the future. For his godsend, his beautiful wife who stood at his side, as well as their child.

Because sometimes, the things one searches for in life doesn't exist only in dreams; they can be right there alongside them the whole time, but they have to open their eyes to see.

And he had been so blind before.

"I know," he finally speaks, and he moves to press his lips slightly against hers, trailing light kisses from her lips, to her nose, to the corner of her eyes, and finally, to her forehead. "And for that, I am truly blessed. I shouldn't keep my troubles to myself."

"No, you shouldn't."

He smiles as their fingers intertwine once more. "Because you are with me."

"Because I am with you."

They lay like that, together, as the world around them seemed to melt away, all previous problems from before seemingly vanished as they took comfort in each other's presence.

Then suddenly, a soft knock on the door.

Husband and wife pull away from each other and sit up once again as the door slides open, and in the doorway is a small figure, who stands with stuffed dragon clutched in hand, dark hair tousled, and rubbing his tired [e/c] eye.

Worry washes over Hakuryuu like a tidal wave as he looks at his son. "What's wrong, Hakuro?"

Said boy clutches his stuffed animal tight and looks at his parents with tears in his large eyes. "Roro have bad dream," Hakuro speaks in a small, shaky voice. "Roro wants to sleep with Mama and Baba."

Seeing his son in such a state just felt all to familiar. It tugged at his heartstrings, a boy so young and innocent like his son didn't deserve to suffer through any nightly terrors; he should only dream of pretty gardens by the lake, and flying on white dragons.

"Of course, baby, come here." [Name] opens her arms which is enough to send Hakuro running straight into them, mindful of her growing stomach of course. She lays the boy between them as Hakuryuu runs a hand through his son's midnight hair, before leaning and giving him a kiss on his small head.

"It's okay, little one. Your mother and I will be here to keep all the bad dreams away." Lying down in a comfortable position and ready to get some rest this time, Hakuryuu wraps an arm between the two (or three) people he loved most in the world.

Hakuro yawns, snuggling into the warmth of his father's chest. " M'kay. Night Mama, Night Baba."

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, little one. Sweet dreams."

And sweet dreams they all did have, any trace of nightmares gone and forgotten at that moment as a peaceful slumber had finally lulled them into it's grasp.

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Imagine showing Dean that he’s not old to you and what you really think of him and his age, which only gets him very flustered, hot and bothered.

“O- old.” he scoffed, an adorable - at least to you - pout on his lips “Ol- old m- ma-” he pursed his lips like a little kid whose feelings had just been hurt and shook his head as he walked towards you.

It took you a full minute to understand that he was actually talking in the first place, and what he was saying, because you got so distracted watching stride to you so effortlessly, better than an actual model, in that great suit of his. Not that he didn't look just as good without it but you had only seen so much when patching him up.

“Come again?” you blinked, pushing off the Impala's hood and standing next to him.

“What the hell does he even mean by old?” but he didn't really listen to you as he continued rambling, brows still furrowed, making wild hand motions, stomping his foot like a stubborn child, as realization started to set down on you “I can't be- He's barely a year old and looks nearly twenty times that. I'm not- I don't even look like it! I look like I'm- I don't look like I'm- I can't be... Am I?” he shook his head wildly “That wasn't in the fucking plan. It was totally uncalled for and I-I-” he motioned to himself before just huffing and stopping “It was so not in the script. That's just freaking betrayal, I didn't-”

You gave him a funny look before just shaking your head “Alright, alright how about you take a deep breath and calm down before you get a heart attack or something.”

You had to hold back a giggle but it was freaking hard with how his head snapped in your direction and his face turned into one of utter betrayal and hurt. You could practically hear the 'How dare you.' and you wanted to burst into laughter. However, his brows pulling into a small frown that made you want to wrap him in your arms and apologize for teasing him that instant, made your smile fall a bit.

“What?” he blinked, his voice more rough.

“I'm just saying that there's no hospital nearby and in your age, having a heart attack can be very dangerous if not-” you shrugged as innocently as you could.

“Alright, you know what?” he started saying with an adorable pout, giving you another look of betrayal, shaking his head and turning to leave. But you caught hold of his arm before he could and held him back.

A small giggle escaped your lips “Ok ok, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was mean.” you looked up at him with a grin as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away “Hey, I'm sorry, come on. Don't be like that at me, D. You know you can't stay mad at your sweetheart for very long, can you?”

He tried so freaking hard to keep himself from looking at you. He tried so so bad. Because he knew that the second he looked into those (y/e/c) beautiful eyes, he'd be going soft in split seconds, heck he'd be melting on the inside, he'd pulled in for good and he was already a gonner. But despite his best knowledge, every fiber in his body told him he wanted to look at you, and so he did. And the moment he saw you giving him that sweet smile and puppy eyes that he swore had him wrapped around your finger, he sighed in defeat.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Cause I'm still struggling to understand what went on in there.”

“Only if you promise you won't tease and take his side.” he said seriously.

“Pinky promise.” you nodded your head “No man comes before Dean Winchester for me, you know it.”

He tried to hide the smile that formed on his lips but it was nearly impossible at the sound of those words. He couldn't help the small bit of satisfaction and longing for it to be meant in every way he wanted. He licked his lips and looked away for a second before clearing his throat “Well, as you know, the plan was for me to get in, play bad cop on her while Jack swips in saves her and all that jazz she digs. And sure it all went smoothly, hell too smoothly actually she's all taken by him, but-”

“But?” you tilted your head to the side “Something must have happened to make you like this? You said something about-”

“Old” Dean scoffed, shaking his head “Jack called me an old man! A freaking old man.” he nearly exclaimed, loudly enough so that anyone around could hear.

“J-Jack?” you raised an eyebrow “Jack called you an old man? He actually said old man to you? Dean freaking Winchester? Wow I never thought the kid had it in him. That's what I call some fucking courage.” you snickered, shaking your head in disbelief “Wait, a-and that's why you- you're actually acting like a freaking drama queen?”

“Dr-drama queen?” it was his time to raise both his eyebrows at you “Did you even just hear what I said? Or- or do you actually think I'm... I'm old?”

“Dean, come on.” you giggled “You don't really believe it yourself, do you?”

“I- I mean-” he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw “I haven't been called old before. It hasn't been an issue... a lot. But I realized that most people I hang around are close to my age apart from Jack a-and he-he seriously told me 'Back off, old man.' and she- she laughed like she agreed and I'm-” he stopped himself, his voice starting to get a bit high pitched which cause him to stop.

“Old man my ass.” he mumbled in a rough voice, stuffing his hands in pockets and looking away “How many men my age do you know that can do even half the things I do for hunting? No! Will Jack even be able to do any of those when he's my age? Hell no! I've had to run and jump over so many different places. Plus, I don't even look like I'm nearing my forties, hell I could just as well look better than a 30-year-old! I mean, yeah time has passed and I'm not 20 anymore b-but I'm...” he sighed, trailing off as he looked at his reflection in the window of Baby.

“You're?” you asked softly, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from grinning because of how insanely adorable the pout that formed on his lips was.

“Old man? Where does he even see the old man? Can you even believe that he said that? I'm- I'm not old, I'm just not!” he said firmly, scoffing but still looking so offended and hurt “I- I-hardly act like it, I'm nowhere near a grumpy old man, and I-” he sighed “Do I even look old to you, (Y/n)?”

You blinked, finally being able to catch up with his rambling, asked with a tilt of your head “Old?”

“Yes, do- do you think I am old? I mean-” he shrugged, you could even swear a bit shyly “We've known each other for so long b-but we too have an age gap, small or big doesn't matter. So I- I wanna know, do you think I'm old?”

You stood there for a second, blinking in surprise until a a smile slowly grew on your lips because of how adorably self-conscious and nervous he was to ear your answer “Dean.” your face went serious “First, no you're not 20 anymore or look like you're 20. Your age is indeed 39 and there's nothing wrong with looking like either 30 or 40-”

You didn't even get to complete your sentence when you saw actually disappointment in his eyes, but just as he was about to turn, you took firm hold of his tie and wrapping it around your arm to bring him close to you. You were inches away from each, his eyes having gone wide as he looked back and forth between you and where you were tugging at him.

“And you certainly don't look like the latter.” you got his attention “You look mature and that's the best fucking thing you could be. And you wanna know why?”

He tried to swallow but he couldn't. This was giving him all sorts of ideas and your close proximity didn't help at all. He only gave you a small weak shake of his head.

“Because you're just like fine wine, Winchester. In every sense of the word.” you gave him a smirk, your voice dropping into a low seductive tone “First, you age like fine wine. No matter how much time passes you just keep looking better and better and boy do you prove me right when I say a 40-year-old equals to two 20-year-olds. And if I had to chose, it would be this 40-year-old any fucking day.”

“R-Really?” a small smirk was starting to lift at the corners of his lips.

“You see, Dean, boys my age know nothing about giving a woman what she needs or better yet satisfy her as they should. Not the way I bet you do.” but your words made his smile fall as his lips parted and his mouth went dry “You know all the right moves, not just with your body the way most men do. But everything else too. So no, you're not old. And I can sure tell you it doesn't even matter to me, it's just a number. But what you can do...” your eyes trailed down his tie, a smirk on them as you licked them and his eyes followed the move “Well, there are plenty of choices.”

“You-” he licked his own lips “You think?”

Your smile only grew when you heard that husky voice of his and you hummed “And I certainly get lots of ideas just by looking at you. Things that no younger man would ever dream being capable of doing. Heck, you're just the perfect age for slamming me against the wall and-”

“A-and?” he blinked, a bit too much eagerness in his eyes to hear you say it.

“Well-” it was hard not to show your satisfaction at the way he reacted to your words, or even the small look of disappointment he gave you when you let go of his tie and took a step back, clearing your throat “We're in public, but I'm assuming you can imagine.” the way he instantly nodded his head and gave you that almost smile verified your assumptions “See, that's the great thing about you, unlike younger men. I don't have to go into detail, you get me.”

“I- I-” his voice came out shaky and slightly squeaky, before he finally cleared his throat “Ye-yeah, of course.” he forced a smile, shifting in his place and looking away until his eyebrows pulled into a frown “A- and second?”he asked softly, making you look back at him perplexed “You said first. Is there a second?”

“Oh, you go just fine with a great slice of pie. You taste as good as a fine wine would, or at least so I assume. I gotta figure out so at some point, right?”

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madsmikkelsenschesthair · 5 years

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Blood of the Dragon Ch. 9

Summary: Rhaegar and Y/n patch things up and the future Queen of Westeros meets her annoying Uncle Viserys. Bjorn reminisces of his time with Y/n.

A/n: I was rewatching Vikings all week and I completely forgot how much the death of Athelstan touched Ragnar. I’m back again woo,

Warnings: some angst(?), weird uncle, violence, SOME SMALL INAPPROPRIATE COMMENTS MADE OF A MINOR, please PLEASE DO NOT read if you get disturbed easily.

!!!!!!SONG BELONGS TO GEORGE RR MARTIN!!!!!

They stayed in Dragonstone for three days before they finally set sail to Kingslanding and Rhaegar had not spoken a word to her since the incident. He ignored her and Freyja ignored her father. As an act of rebellion, Freyja put away her pretty Westeros dresses and went back to wearing her Viking clothes and braiding her hair like her Kraka and Lagertha. Freyja also felt more comfortable in her old clothes and Fenrir looked much happier when he could smell the familiarity on her.

She boarded the ship before her family ignoring the stares of the sailors and helped her help when she climbed the ladder. Freyja didn’t want to be around her father or anyone else for the matter. Especially her father.

It wasn’t long until she saw the familiar crowd of her family and their guards making their way to the little boats on the shores. Stepmother was looking around for her when Little Rob pointed her out and everyone turned their heads to the ship. For a moment she and her father locked eyes then Freyja stuck her nose in the air and walked away to her chambers. This was all far too quick and confusing. One moment she was a little shieldmaiden in training surrounded by the comfort of the Northmen and the next Freyja was the daughter of a king expected to rule over seven kingdoms and free cities that she had never heard of. Freyja kissed Fenrir’s head and put him down to let him explore her room once again. She walked to her bookshelf and traced the leather spines of her books; A History of Westeros, A Dance of Dragons, Aegon’s Conquer, Tales and Myths of the Dothraki. She chose A Dance of Dragons, it was interesting enough and the artwork inside was pretty to look at. Freyja was too engrossed in her reading that she jumped when someone knocked on her door causing for Fenrir to bark furiously.

“Come in”

Uncle Jaime stepped in smiling. “There’s my favorite niece. You’re not supposed to be here before your father you know?”

Freyja shrugged and put down her book, “What good is that if my own Father ignores me? I am his daughter yet he sees me like a stranger. A Ghost to be ignored and only acknowledged by few”

Jaime bit his bottom lip and took a seat on her trunk. He searched her eyes trying to find the rights words to say. “Look, Freyja. Your father doesn’t know how to be a good father but he is trying. He is trying to be the father his own never was” He looked down at the floor suddenly feeling awkward. “You’re his child and believe it or not this man loves you very, very much, however-” Jaime sighed, “He was born in grief Freyja. He can’t help his sadness”

“What do you mean he was born in grief, Uncle Jaime?” Freyja leaned forward, now more curious to know about this.

“He was born during the Tragedy at Summerhall after his great-grandfather invited them all for some type of gettogether,” Uncle Jaime frowned at the next part. “No one knows how the fire started and very few survived yet they refuse to talk about it. The only thing they do tell us is that King Aegon had a desire to bring back dragons to the Seven Kingdoms”

“And my father was born during the fire? I am also guessing there were many important people there too if my grandparents were there” Freyja wanted to tell her uncle that she was also born in tragedy; her mother died giving birth to her.

“Correct. And little dove, your father is trying very hard but you must also try” Uncle Jaime took her hand giving it a light squeeze “Please? You might even grow to love being a princess and one day you will be Queen”

Freyja nodded a bit sad. “I will Uncle. For You”

“Good” Jaime kissed her forehead and left the room now calmer than before. Freyja flopped on her bed and let out a groan. Fenrir raised his head and tilted it. “What am I going to do Fen?”

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It was past noon when Freyja heard the bells of their arrival. She looked out her little and her breath was taken away by the beautiful sight of her new home. Just like her dreams.

Freyja folded her old clothes and put them away again now wearing a red and gold dress, spraying some perfume she found in her trunk. Now to meet her Uncle and start her new life as a princess.

Meeting her uncle had to be one of the most nerve-racking things she had done so far besides meeting her Mad Grandfather. The entire short boat ride there was silent and awkward, Freyja locked eyes with her father for a moment before he looked away. Good thing Uncle Tyrion and Uncle Jaime were on the same boat so she could hear their strange stories of these unknown places she has never heard of. Stepmother only rolled her eyes and covered Little Rob’s ears.

Far in the distance, Freyja caught a glimpse of a few figures standing on the shore and when the wind blew Freyja couldn’t stop the feeling of dread when she noticed the silvery hair in the same crowd. As they grew closer, she recognized the man; Uncle Viserys. He was nowhere near as beautiful as her King Father or as stylish. Tall, lanky and with a long neck at least Viserys had the same silvery hair and purple eyes other than that Freyja was so glad she was marrying a Ragnarson. Her boys looked like men while Viserys had that childish look. The other bunch was a bald man, plump wearing rich purple silks and by the looks of it he powered his face; the man next to him wearing grey silks, short and slender with pepper and salt hair, the next was an old man with a long beard wearing dark grey robes and a heavy chain around his neck. Finally, the last man was a tall balding man with broad shoulders and golden side-whiskers wearing red silks with a golden lion on his breast. All of them, except for Viserys, smiled at her warmly.

“Welcome home Your Grace,” the man with side-whiskers said to her father, “I trust your journey went well” His voice was surprisingly smooth with an authoritative tone that Freyja wanted to cast her eyes down, hiding her shame.

“Of sorts Father but we had some trouble with my dear Father-In-Law” Stepmother answered before her father could.

“Other than that we had no other trouble,” King Father said not bothered by his wife answering for him. Finally, Rhaegar motioned his daughter to come forward and put his arm around her. “This is my beautiful daughter”

Oh, Gods, I hope he has finally found it in his heart to speak to me again!

Freyja smiled meekly at them, “Hello my name is Freyja Thorsdottir, pleased to meet you...m-my lords”.

Her step-grandfather nodded, “You are no longer Freyja, my dear, you are the daughter of a King. A Targaryen King no other. Your name is Y/n Targaryen, the future Queen of Westeros” Blunt but honest, Freyja had to give him credit but it still hurt. “I am Tywin Lannister, your Grandfather and the Hand of the King”

She stared at him, “What’s a Hand of the King?”

“The second most powerful man in Westeros,” Grandfather said a bit proudly, “chief advisor and executor of the King’s commands”

“Let’s not forget about your Master of Whispers” the balding man stepped forward and took her hands into his soft ones, “Lord Varys at your service Your Grace. I am the eyes and ears of your beloved kingdoms”

“Lord Petyr Baelish, Your Grace” Lord Baelish bowed. Freyja blushed at the huskiness in his voice.

The older man in grey robes stepped forward and also bowed, “Maester Luwin. I am your family teacher and I tend to your illnesses and wounds”

Stepmother put a protective arm around her pulling her close. “Thank you for the introductions but I am sure my daughter is very tired”

“Are you forgetting me?” Her new uncle was annoyed, Freyja could tell he wasn’t used to being outshined by anyone. A spoiled brat, maybe even more than her Ivar.

King Father was too polite to get on his level. “Don't worry little brother we were just saving the best for last. Daughter this is my little brother, Viserys Targaryen, third of his name. Brother, my beautiful daughter, Y/n Targaryen”

Viserys eyed her up and down his gaze full of hunger yet with disapproval. Freyja grew uncomfortable. Back home if a man looked at her the same way her uncle did and Bjorn would have ripped off his balls. Her father though covered her with his huge frame.

”She still slouches and her body is still of a child’s”

“She is a child” Rhaegar snapped, “Still growing. It’s best if we all moved inside. Come inside now, Y/n”

Freyja did not move and instead answered, “I am a child but do not forget who I am and who you are, Uncle

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The cold wind nipped at his fingertips as he gutted the fish, digging inside to rip out its entrails. Bjorn worked in silence and away from the group of men he left with. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. That’s all he wanted to do since he set sail for the world in search of his father. It was no secret among the Norsemen that Bjorn missed Freyja terribly, they all knew of the love Bjorn Ironside had for his surrogate daughter and King Rhaegar Targaryen taking her had an impact on his life.

Bjorn looked up from his fish and stared at the water.

“Who is that little princess? Is that my little princess Freyja?” Baby Freyja squealed and kicked her chubby legs excitedly. Bjorn giggled, their reflection in the water made baby Freyja so happy. He kissed her soft cheek and held her tightly against his chest, he loved her so much. So very much. She loved him back even if she was just a baby, Freyja was always happy to be in his arms. Bjorn felt like he would die if anything were to happen to her.

He put the fish in the basket. Bjorn wasn’t in the mood for anything much nowadays. Looking up at the sky, a sky much different than the one Freyja was under, wishing she had never left.

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Freyja stared at the beauty of the Iron Throne, made out of the thousand swords of the lords of Westeros pledging the loyalty to Aegon. To some, it was ugly, dangerous, and asymmetric but to Freyja, it was a symbol of king of kings and one day she will sit on it as her father had done and his father before him. She sat on the cold floor of the throne room, in her new white gown and her long pale hair loose, just staring at it, admiring how beautiful it looked under the moonlight. The silence in the castle was comforting. No one around to tell her to go to bed or stare at her searching for a trace of her long-dead mother. Nighttimes though had to be the worst when it came to homesickness. Freyja missed her family and no one, not even her Uncles, could understand how lonely she felt in a room full of people.

Soft footsteps echoed and Freyja prepared to see a servant but was met with the presence of her King Father. He looked tired and worn out from the busy day but still looked as beautiful as ever. Rhaegar widened his eyes at his daughter, “Little dragon, what are you doing still awake at such late hours?”

“I can’t sleep father,” she answered and shrugged, “I guess I just miss home that’s all.”

“May I sit?” Freyja scooted over, her father taking a seat next to her.

“Uncle Jaime says you were in grief. During the fire of Summerhall. Is that true?”

Rhaegar placed his arm around his child, “It is true. All of it is true. Did you know they made a song about it?”

“I didn’t”

“Would you like to hear it sometime?”

Freyja nodded and the pair went back to staring at the Iron Throne in silence. Comfortable yet again. Nothing awkward or uncomfortable.

“I am very happy that you’re here Y/n” Rhaegar whispered, “I just wish I could be a better father”

Freyja felt a pang in her heart then. “You are a good father, Your Grace. We both just need time.”

“I know I just wish I could be a better me for you”

She looked up at him and smiled sweetly, “I love you as you are Father. I am your child. Now will you please sing me your song? I want to hear it”

Rhaegar kissed her forehead, “Very well, little dragon”

High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones who had loved her the most

Freyja and her boys laughed as they splashed around the stream. Ivar was splashing water using his hands, his brothers and Freyja kicked around. Hvitserk wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, kissing her cheek.

The ones who'd been gone for so very long She couldn't remember their names They spun her around on the damp old stones Spun away all her sorrow and pain

Kraka’s fingers worked at a steady pace braiding Freyja’s hair. Lagertha was working on a new blanket, yet every now and then she would look back to smile at her.

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

The Great Hall was filled with music, people were dancing, drinking, telling stories. Freyja was surrounded by the people she loved the most, all of them laughing at some story one of the men was telling. Sigurd was holding her hand, his thumb stroking her soft skin. Freyja blushed but didn’t pull away.

They danced through the day And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall From winter to summer then winter again 'Til the walls did crumble and fall

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

The Ragnarsons and Freyja sat on the shores of the lake, watching the sunset. She was content. Sitting with the people she loved the most. This was her life, her comfort. Sigurd and Ivar were sandwiching her, Ivar could hide it all he wanted but Freyja could still feel his arm wrapping around her waist. She didn’t hesitate to rest her head on his shoulder.

High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones Who had loved her the most

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jack-andthestalk · 5 years

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Our Son, Arc II, Acceptance, Chapter 6.

My thanks as usual to @balfeheughlywed who really had her work cut out with me on this chapter. I in my own words was a nightmare. She didn’t give up on me and guided me towards the light! I sound like such a drama queen!  Thank you to @missclairebelle who brought the much needed pizazz to a plot point I am struggling with. Thanks to@ladyviolethummingbird who always checks and has an amazing relaxing presence that is the Australian in her! It is tough to write when one of the things that inspired you to, is lacking and season 4 was definitely lacking for me. But I love the books and the fanfic on here, so I decided not to stop just yet.

Reverently Jamie put us back together. His hands lingering on my hips and stomach a moment longer than necessary. Picking up his coat from the floor, he wrapped me in, arms reaching around me back he held me to him for a time, burrowing his head into my hair. He pulled back slowly to meet my eye. Reticence had replaced the madness which caused are frantic joining. Reaching down between us he grasped my hands and brought them up to rest above his heart, an anxious moment where we both went to speak, and I nodded my head to indicate he should go first.

“I’m sorry Claire” he started haltingly “I have never taken ye like that before” he bowed his head, focusing on the ground, “– in anger” he finished quietly.

“Hey” I tilted his head up to look at me, “I was angry too, remember?” Jamie’s concerned eyes searched mine, and I squeezed his hands once before letting go.

“Jamie –“, my voice was deceptively low and calm.

“There are some things I need to say to you” I continued slowly.

Jamie nodded grimly and backed up against a workbench letting it take the weight of his legs, his head poised ready to listen. A beautiful auburn curl dangled on his forehead, freed by our earlier excursions. I took in his dishevelled thoroughly fucked state, and my stomach tightened, and a weird sense of pride ran through me, as I remembered his groans in my ear, that I pulled from his mouth. Pull yourself together Beauchamp!

“Do you remember when I came for Jenny’s wedding, the first night I arrived?” his eyes narrowed in concentration and he nodded. “You got annoyed with your father and told me that you didn’t want people to know that Willie was the result of a one night stand?”

“Aye”, his brows furrowed curiously.

“You wanted Willie to grow up to think he came from love?” I continued.

The Adam's apple below Jamie’s strong chin moved up and down with effort, and he cleared his throat before omitting a raspy “only because I knew he did” Jamie replied earnestly.

“Yes but I can understand now why it hurt you for people to think he didn’t.”

A sudden surge of loneliness ran through me remembering that night. I had gone to bed thinking Jamie was ashamed of what had happened between us.

“Up there – at that party I have never felt more like the weight of a dalliance that went too far, the outcome burdening you with a child.” The words came with difficulty and had an instantaneous effect on Jamie, who rose, unfolding and outstretching his arms to me. “Claire –“. My hand waved him away. “Let me finish,” I said firmly.

“And not only did I feel that way, but I was also left alone by you to work my way through it.”

“I can explain" he held his hands up in surrender, "I dinna mean to leave ye or to be gone for so long, there was something I had to see about.” He blurted the sentence in one breath.

I crooked one eye at him, “Have you any idea how hard it was for me to go tonight –knowing that this whole engagement is not even a certainty given what you told me this morning?”

A mocking smile curled my lips. Something like recognition passed over Jamie’s face, taking a moment I glared at him, challenging him to disagree.

“Christ Claire I can see now…I shouldha thought”, I could hear him trying to keep the air of desperation out of his voice, but he was moving nervously, trying to meet my eye. “Its to do with the Dunsany’s I dinna want to tell ye in case…”

“Stop,” I said firmly, pointing a finger straight at him, “I have heard enough about the fucking Dunsany’s, you just listen now.” My tone brokered no argument and Jamie rucked a hand through his hair and exhaled dejectedly

“It has been so hard since I arrived, giving up my life, career, friends – I never really had a home until I had Willie, always moving about with Uncle Lamb, but when Willie came along, I built it with him in Boston.” A pause “on my own” I said each word clearly and pointedly.

“Claire –“Jamie interrupted again, which caused me to hiss “will you just fucking listen first, then you can talk.”

Another breath to still myself, “but it was ok because no matter how hard it was, I came for you and that was enough”. Jamie rucked a hand over his jaw. I could see the quiver that ran through his body in anticipation of what I was leading to, how I felt he had failed me.

“A man joked about you getting ‘caught’” at that party I curled my fingers into air quotes at the word “-you walked away and left me, by your actions alone you confirmed what people already think.” I spat angrily.

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily. “An obligation,” I said clearly, but once the word had left my lips, the lump in my throat melted into hot angry tears and I wiped them away furiously.

Jamie’s eyes snapped open, “Jesus Claire-ye are no an - “seeing the tears streaming down my cheeks he reached for me, his own face broken, “god Claire” he said in one even exhale of breath “ye are the furthest thing from an obligation.”

I put one hand up to stop him, “just listen”, I said sighing “I listened to every single word you spoke last night.”

The rain was pelting against the flat room of the stables, and I vaguely wondered if people would notice us gone but decided I didn’t care.

“You came to Boston and proposed, and I got wrapped up in the dream, moving here, expecting you to fit your life around me, and not considering what our lives would look like here in Scotland.”

I threw my hands up to heaven and laughed “God saying it out loud, I should have known.” My tone was bitter now and I consciously altered it when I spoke again. I tilted my head confidently, my mind decided in what I had to say.

“Jamie, you signed a contract as a single man even though I wore your ring on my finger?” He put his head in his hands, capturing the need to blurt something his reasons by biting down on his lip.

My heart hurt at the sight of him, he was expecting me to chastise him on not getting legal advice but it wasn’t even that, he still would have made the decision independently of me.

“It’s completely unfair what they are doing, that goes without saying, and I am angry on your behalf that they are taking advantage of your honesty.” He looked slightly taken aback at my reasonability.

“Willie wouldha had more sense”, he hissed under his breath. Something tore beneath my rib cage hearing him slate himself, while I was already doing a good enough job.

“I know at the core of it, your reasons were to protect your home and your parents, you made a rash decision, and you’re paying for it now.

Jamie stepped forward suddenly, eyes pleading.

“I did it for us too, Claire”, it was for our future”.

“For our future?” I shook my head incredulously “without discussing it with the person whose future is entwined with yours?” He faltered now, stopping in his tracks before he reached for me.

“Jamie -”, I sighed resignedly, placing the palm of my hand to my forehead, exhaustion and wretchedness seeping through my bones. I needed to make him see this was not about the contract, it was us, supposed partners.

“I am terrified of what ye are about to say to me, Claire?” His voice was husky with emotion, I fidgeted nervously with my fingers, and pledged myself to continue. “Neither of us expected what happened when I came the last time, it was sudden and passionate and I wouldn’t change a minute of it.”

Claire…” he whispered while closing his eyes, he knew where I was headed.

“When I asked ye to marry me, I meant every word.” His words were choked, halting.

Reaching his arms out in front of me, he beckoned me to him. I went, loving Jamie was not going to change but living my life with him was. My heart beat painfully beneath my ribcage.

I struggled for a minute to form words, and Jamie took the opportunity.

“Claire I will not let this go without a fight, I will not give up what we have, I don’t know how yet, but I will find a way, I am asking a lot, but I am begging ye not to give up on me just yet.”

His eyes beseeched mine, the last thing I wanted was to give him up, he was mine, but I wouldn’t spend my life waiting for him to sort out this deal, nor could I pretend that none of this would have happened if we were truly ready to marry.

“I didn’t act like a wife or partner, when I moved Willie and I over here without even telling you,” I said honestly. “We could spend the rest of our lives trying to change each other.”

“We will learn – Claire..please -I may be able to get out of the contract.” His voice was full of desperate hope.

“Jamie no matter how angry I am, you know I wouldn’t want you or your parents to lose their business, I couldn’t have that on my conscience.”

His long eyelashes swept down his cheeks as he took a moment to think.

“I am afraid to promise ye things I might not be able to fix, but I would lie or do far worse to keep ye. I have thought a lot today about just giving it all up, as selfish as that may sound” His voice broke on the last word, and I found myself making a shushing noise to soothe him. “I would do that Claire if it meant I dinna lose you or Willie” he swallowed hard. “I dinna ken what kind of a man that makes me, that I would risk my parents future either, but I would.”

“I wouldn’t be able to cope knowing I had done that to Ellen and Brian, nor would you if it came to it.” I ran a hand over his face, “you are a good man, its why I love you.” my voice breaking with each word.

Jamie’s head shook over and back in disagreement but I kept talking, for his sake, I had to make him see that there were too many things stacked against us, not only Hellwater.

“I walked and walked this morning trying to work out what was hurting me most, and in the end, I knew”, I failed to control my shaky breath, and I bit my bottom lip to stop it trembling.

“You aren’t ready to be a husband Jamie, tonight alone showed me that…there is too much of a bridge between us.”

His eyes were frantic now searching, “Claire I am…I”

I stood firm now, a determined face, stop drawing it out, Claire.

“Jamie, please tell me if the roles reversed here, you wouldn’t be in the slightest bit doubtful at my commitment to you?” steel in my tone, shoulders straight I glowered up at him.

Something resonated behind his eyes, suddenly he took me firmly by both arms, and he returned my look of determination. “Claire I can see how all this might look”, he waved his arms around him vaguely, releasing me for a moment before grasping me again.

“There is nothing I want more than to be your husband? Surely you ken that?”

I looked away rather than answer him, and his eyes widened in panic.

“I am not sure you understand what it means to be one though”, the words sprang out of my mouth and part of me wanted to take them back when I saw the wounded expression hit Jamie’s face.

“Not understand?” the pitch of his voice had risen incredulously.

“I want a partner Jamie; I want a team, a family”, look at your parents! Brian would never have signed that contract without Ellen beside him.”

Jamie looked at me now shamefully, “Claire I am so sorry, I can see how I have failed ye, but ye must believe me you and Willie are my world.”

I lowered my head and shook it slightly, Jamie slipped a finger under my chin gently, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes softened, and his voice was filled with such honesty that I wouldn’t have been capable of looking away when he spoke.

“Do ye remember” he began softly “when ye came for the wedding, and we slept outdoors with Willie. I nodded, not able to answer him coherently.

“Ye put yer small hand in mine” he smiled wistfully, and ran his hand down my arm, placing our two palms face to face, a small hand mirroring a larger one.

“I thought my heart would burst with happiness that night because I kent then ye dinna hate me.”

“Jamie –I” my voice cracked.

He put a finger to my lips, “and when ye let me kiss you, in Inverness?” I couldn’t help my lips curl up at the memory, but a tear escaped down my cheek remembering the burst of complete happiness I had felt that night.

“It took all my strength to get my shaking legs down to the bar, Ian thought I’d taken drugs or something, I couldn’t stop smiling.”

Jamie’s lips turned up into a wide grin, and his own eyes glistened with tears. He brushed a lone curl behind my ear, “and then mo ghraidh” Jamie’s head tilted to the side slowly, drinking me in. “Ye let me take ye to bed, and I am fairly certain my heart stopped there with you.” He whispered “because I have never gone to bed with a woman and been made to feel the things you made me feel that night”, a blush ran from my neck colouring my cheeks.

“I love you so much Claire, and I want to be your husband, I have wanted you to be my wife for a vera long time, even at a time when I couldn’t say ye were mine.”

Jamie’s fingers trailed a path from my eyes down along my cheeks to cup my chin and turn my face to him. “ye are right, I dinna act like a husband, but don’t ever believe that it was because I dinna want ye” he said finally.

I bowed my head, and he caught the tears that fell from my cheeks with the side of his fingers.

“Jamie, I love you, but I have to go back to Boston, my home isn’t here without you.”

“yer home is with me and mine is with you, I can’t lose ye Claire” Tilting his head to the side so he could look up at me.

“Jamie, stop,” I said quietly, “you don’t know what the future holds with all this, and we need to think of Willie too, he will be broken when you go to Hellwater, at least back in Boston he has his old school, friends, things he is used to.

He nodded slowly, “I don’t want them near our son,” he said haltingly, an embarrassed flush ran up his cheeks, and he licked his lips nervously. “But I thought that maybe ye could stay here until I could manage to see what can be done about this?”

A sudden flash of anger strengthened my resolve, I drew away from him. “So you expect me to wait here patiently while you try and dig yourself out of this whole?” I asked incredulously.

“No…well…I mean…it may not take much” he stammered out.

“Jesus Jamie you are unbelievable, I have left my job, my home and now you want me to live here while you move to Hellwater, in the vague hope that you might” I staggered my voice exaggeratedly “you just might get out of it?”

“I ken that might seem unreasonable, but if you are here, it gives me hope…I canna lose ye.

I breathed heavily through my nose, “I will stay with Willie, to give you time with him before you go but I am going back to Boston.” I said with finality.

“Ye are saying you dinna want to marry me then?” he asked hotly, his eyes narrowed.

“Jamie,” I said through gritted teeth. My patience was waning considerably “Of course I want to marry you! I fucking love you!

I breathed in and out controlling my temper

“ But can you tell me what kind of a future we would have? You in Hellwater, me here – not even sure of how often you will be able to come home?” Maybe if we had years together, we might be strong enough, we haven't been able to live under the same roof for longer than a month, and you’re leaving again!!

He bowed his head shamefully I thought he wasn’t going to reply until I heard a hair-splitting roar come from him and an overlying bucket went flying through the ground as he growled the word “FUCK.”

He knew.

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ofsinnersandsaints · 5 years

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jealousy and rooftops

rating: E word count: 3012 one shot

AO3

Frank gets a call from Karen when she gets in a situation where she doesn't feel entirely comfortable and when he gets he discovers Matt, dressed up as Daredevil, already there and Karen watches as something like jealousy sparks in Frank and she gets to feel exactly what Frank's reaction in while on the rooftop.

“It’s okay,” Karen said when Frank appeared out of the shadows on the rooftop where Matt had helped her out. “I’m okay.”

Frank didn’t seem to hear her, walking past her towards where the Daredevil was standing near the edge of the roof. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Karen grabbed his arm before he could get more than a step away from her. “It’s fine, Frank. Leave it alone.”

He didn’t pull out of her grip even though he could have done it easily enough, instead he just pointed an accusatory finger at the man in red. “You were following her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Matt said from the shadows, his mask still covering his face. “I just happened to be in the area, and I heard Karen-“

“You just happened to be in the area.” Frank scoffed as if he didn’t believe a word of what the other man said, and if Karen was honest, she didn’t quite believe it either. “New York is a fucking big city, Hell’s kitchen has thousands of roof tops, and you just happen to be near the one Karen’s on?”

“You’re going to get mad at me for being here when she needed someone? Where were you, Punisher?” Matt challenged.

“He was at home because I’m not a child who needs to be babysat. He came because I called him,” Karen held up her phone. Frank was her speed dial and the only person on the planet who was allowed to track her phone. “Because I felt like someone was following me. Like I told you, I had it handled.”

Matt held up his hands, as if surrender. “I was just trying to make sure you were okay. You’re my friend, and it looked like you were in trouble. I’m sorry if I pushed where I wasn’t wanted.”

There was something just a little condescending about his tone but Karen couldn’t put her finger on it. “If I need your help Matt, I’ll ask for it.”

He didn’t seem convinced and froze for a moment. Karen wondered what he was doing with those special abilities she still knew so little about, was he listening to her heart to see if she was lying? Was he watching her and Frank through the vibration which gave him a second sight? She didn’t know, and he didn’t say, but eventually he nodded and disappeared into the shadows.

“This entire thing was blown way out of proportion,” Karen explained to Frank who was all but vibrating with something she worried was anger. “I was meeting up with someone for a story and I felt like someone was watching me, that’s when I called you, and my source got suspicious and grabbed my arm. When he wouldn’t let go I reached for my gun, but Matt showed up before I could do anything else. I can’t believe he did that.”

“Fuck that, I can.” Karen eyes went wide as she realized the emotion on Frank’s was, of all things, jealousy. Unable to believe it, and deciding she was done with this rooftop, she turned toward the ladder, preferring to finish this conversation anywhere else. When she put her hands on the curved handles of the ladder she felt Frank just behind her, his entire body caging her in.

“Listen, if I know one thing, I know why Fucking Murdock was here saving you instead of me.”

There was an intensity about him, his stillness at her back, the deepness of his voice, it sent a shiver down her entire body. “You do?”

“You don’t?” he challenged. “Tell me, who was following you?”

“Matt.” She’d already figured out that the Daredevil following her was the reason she’d felt the itch between her shoulder blades. Now the feeling on her back was Frank’s hands as he massaged the muscles along her spine, his thumbs pressing into the knots.

“And you can’t imagine a reason why he would?” he asked, but she didn’t think he actually cared about the answer. “See, me? I know you can take care of yourself, and I appreciate the fact you called me when you didn’t feel safe, but Matt? Your entire relationship with him is built on you being saved by him.”

Karen opened her mouth, not sure what to say to that because he wasn’t wrong; but the very idea left a bad taste in her mouth.

“After all, isn’t that how he got you the first time? He walked into a police interrogation room and saved you.” Frank’s hand smoothed down her hips and legs until he found the hem of her dress and with every sentence pulled it up another inch. “Then he saved you from attackers in your apartment. I think Red thought he could save you again, and if he did, you’d fall for him just like you did the first time. Was he right?”

“No,” she managed to get out, the realization of what was about to happen becoming all too real. While she had never done anything like this before, she couldn’t help but get turned on by the possessiveness in his voice.

“He would have heard you dial me,” Frank told her, his voice speaking directly into her ear as his hands covered the bare skin of her thighs, fingers tightening. “He would have heard my voice on the other end of the line.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that if she could feel his presence, it meant he was close to hear everything she did. “I didn’t think of that.”

“He knew I was coming but he wanted to be the one to save you anyway.”

“That’s ridiculous,” and absolutely true. She wondered if that was the source of Frank’s jealousy, of the possessiveness in his hands. If it was the reason why here, on the rooftop in the dark, he was tracing his fingers along the inside of her thigh. “But I made my choice, Frank. I called you.”

“It was a good call,” he assured her, his voice hard as he palmed her mound, his middle finger pressing into her slit through the cotton of her thong.

They’d been together only a few weeks but Karen was beginning to learn Frank’s mood, including his sexual ones.

Or at least she thought she had.

She would never have guessed Frank was the kind of guy who would be interested in sex on a rooftop in the middle of the night, but the hardness of his erection against her seemed to indicate otherwise.

He moved the fabric of her underwear aside, his touch featherlight and a terrible tease. She gripped the metal hard enough she could feel the indent of it against her palms as he asked, “You weren’t the least bit relieved when you saw him?”

“No,” she answered emphatically. “I wanted it to be you.”

“You could try not getting into trouble in the first place,” he suggested, and she could feel the pads of his fingers separating her lips, opening her to the open air and the sudden change in sensation was a shock.

“You want me to stay home?” she asked as she shifted her legs to give him better access. “Is that it?”

He chuckled and starting playing with her, fingertips becoming slick with her arousal before pressing in slow circles against her clit. He was torturing her and she couldn’t find it in her to make him stop. Instead, she wanted more.

“No,” he pressed what could almost be called an affectionate kiss to her hair. “Just reminding you it’s an option.”

Karen laughed, the sound a little breathless as his finger picked up speed, driving her quick and hard towards her first orgasm.

Almost, but not quite.

When she whimpered he nipped gently at the bare skin on shoulder. “If you want me stop, you just say the word and I stop.”

“I know Frank,” but she loved that he checked in with her because even though they’d survived death together, yelled at each other, saved each other, they still didn’t know everything about one another. He wasn’t sure if she was okay with semi-public sex where anyone could see them but when it came down to it there was only one thing that mattered, “I trust you.”

He continued to play with her clit, his hand brushing her hair aside to give him access to her neck and shoulder. As he fingered her below, he kissed her neck, sharp little nibbles and long strokes of his tongue eventually causing her to cry out as the pleasure built. “Do you think he’s still close? Do you think he’s listening to you get fondled, about to be fucked from behind by the most wanted man in New York City?”

She didn’t answer, couldn’t have even if she wanted to.

He pressed against her and she could feel the hardness of his erection against her ass. “If he’s going to listen, don’t you think we ought to give him something good to hear? It’s too bad we’re outside, I’d love to get you naked right about now.”

She wished she was naked too, wished she could feel Frank’s hands on her skin, but she wasn’t quite brazen enough to strip down naked on a rooftop.

The fact she was about to fuck Frank was unbelievable enough.

“Put your hands on the wall, Karen.”

Karen leaned forward and pressed her hands on to the stone of the roof’s four foot wall, trusting Frank to keep her safe.

Behind her, she could hear the metal sound of his zipper being pulled down and the anticipation was almost more than she could handle. But she didn’t feel him, not the head of her entrance, nor the pressure of him sliding into her.

She flexed her hand on the stone. The abrasive texture of the stone bit into her skin, but it was a welcome feeling, something to ground her while her mind went fuzzy with desire. “Frank?”

“So needy,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. I was just putting on a condom.”

“You had a condom in your wallet?” she asked, a breathless laugh escaping her.

“I always want to fuck you, Karen,” he told her darkly. “So I figured it would be smart to keep something on hand in case an opportunity presented himself. And here it is, you wet and bent over and ready for me.”

And then suddenly he was inside, buried deep and completely inside her, and before she could stop herself she nearly screamed his name at the whirlwind of sensation, biting her lip to keep the noise inside her throat.

His mouth was against her ear, keeping his voice a husky whisper. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget you ever met that sanctimonious asshole. You’re going to forget anything exists except for me.”

She believed him, she was already forgetting her name and most of the words in the English language. The only ones she could remember now were ‘Frank’ and ‘More.’

“You feel so good around my cock,” he told her as he began to move against her. “I always expect this to be ordinary, one of these days it’s going to stop feeling so fucking earth shattering.”

She couldn’t help but agree as he pulled almost completely out before sliding right back inside her, an erotic sensation that made her a little desperate for more. She leaned back into him, trying to meet him halfway. “Fuck yes, Karen. What do you need? What do you want?”

“More,” she got out, because it was hard to say everything she wanted. She wanted his hands on her breasts, his mouth everywhere, and then he lifted her slightly and the head of his cock brushed against the spot within that intensified everything.

“There,” she told him, grabbing his hand putting it back between her legs. “More.”

Taking her instructions to heart Frank started playing with her clit as he moved within her again, hitting that same spot until she could feel the orgasm climbing with alarming frequency. She met him thrust for thrust, bracing herself on the stone, pressing back against him.

Karen pressed her lips together, whimpers and groan echoing from her throat as Frank made deep sounds above and behind her.

“You want to cry out?” Frank asked and she nodded, not trusting herself to open her mouth for even a ‘yes’. “Do it,” he dared her. “Let the whole fucking city hear how good I make you feel.”

One hand wrapped around her waist to keep her close and steady against him as he drove into her again and again, and she couldn’t hold back those sounds of pleasure. She’d never felt more confident or sexy. When he bit the curve of her neck she cried out with the orgasm that rocketed through her, the sound hardly loud enough too carry far but there were at least a dozen New Yorkers who would have heard her and somehow that made it all the sexier.

Behind her, inside her, she knew Frank was close as he pumped quick, his strokes becoming shorter as he came to his own climax. His arms tightened around her almost painfully and even he couldn’t completely hold back the enjoyment he got from being inside her.

His arm relaxed around her and she reached for the ladder again, this time using it to keep her upright. “You know what,” she said between heaving breaths. “I never pegged you for the jealous type.”

“You know what, me neither.” After a couple of breaths he pulled out and Karen turned around in time to see him pull off the condom and toss it into a trash can that was more than likely used for discarded cigarettes. “Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.”

“Sex in public?” Karen asked as she turned to leaned against the wall, not trusting herself to stay standing. “Yeah. Me neither.”

Frank walked towards his, face serious as he wrapped his arms around her and Karen naturally returned the embrace. “You okay?”

She rested her head on his chest, her favorite place in the entire world was wrapped up in Frank’s arms with the sturdiness of his chest beneath her cheek. “I just got two orgasms on a rooftop by an extremely hot guy, I’m good.”

“Karen.”

She smiled because he was so caring; the man everyone thought was heartless and cruel had an infinite amount of compassion and empathy. He’d checked in with her during but even now, while she was blissed out and loose limbed, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

“I’m great,” she told him sincerely, looking up to meet his eyes. “I’m great because I knew you’d come when I called you. I’m great because you stood up for me with Matt. I’m great because you just blew my mind. But there is one thing.”

“What?” he asked, obviously concerned.

“I’m really, really hungry.”

He sputtered out a surprised laugh. “Okay, let’s grab something on the way home. But first…”

Frank leaned forward and kissed her gently, his hand reaching up to her frame her face, adjusting the angle. It wasn’t wild passion, or desperate lust, but the lovely warmth of affection.

“This is the problem with that particular position,” he said as if he needed to explain why he was kissing her. “I don’t get to kiss you.”

Karen gripped the lapels of the his jacket, liked the feel of physically holding onto him. “You like kissing me, Frank Castle?”

“It’s all right,” he teased, kissing her again. “Don’t mind kissing you on rooftops, never got a chance to do that before.”

Karen thought about it. “We’ve never been on a rooftop together.”

He looked like she hit him on the head with something hard. “That can’t be true.”

She thought about their history, the thing they’d done and survived with each other. “We do a lot of basements and cars,” she thought out loud. Rooftops were Matt’s, she liked that she and Frank had their own personal connections to different places.

“And hospitals,” he pointed out and she laughed.

“I hope you’re not talking about the time you shot at me.”

He huffed out a laugh. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a dozen times, I wasn’t shooting at you.”

“Just the guy next to me.”

He put his hands on her hips and turned her to face the ladder. “I thought you were hungry.”

Karen laughed at the pivot in conversation. “I am, but I’m this argument isn’t over.”

“I’m not surprised,” he remarked dryly as she climbed down the ladder to the fire escapes below. Frank followed, not bothering with stealth as he clambered down after her. They hit the street and Frank tilted her chin a little. “I think I might have given a hickey.”

She slapped her hand over her neck. “Frank.”

He grinned but didn’t look partly abashed at her scold. “Got a little carried away, sorry.”

Karen leaned forward and kissed him, “Remember. Fair is fair, you give me a hickey, I give you one.”

Frank rolled his eyes and threw his arm over her shoulders and pulled her against him. “What are you in the mood to eat?”

“Something greasy,” she decided and felt that itch between her shoulders again, like someone was watching her. Karen ignored it and soaked in the feeling of Frank holding her while they walked aimlessly.

They still had to be careful, most people still thought Frank Castle was an escaped convict, but in the anonymity of New York streets they were mostly safely. Cops and Feds were the main things to avoid.

“Burgers?” he suggested, squeezing her shoulder once and she knew that he had realized the same thing as she had.

Matt was watching.

“Burgers are perfect,” she answered and left Matt in the shadows of the rooftops as they walked through the brightly lit sidewalks of New York.

Together.

#kastle #kastleff #kastlenetwork #kastlesmutweek #ksw: freaky friday

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(@bisarcastic ❤)

Pairing: Sweeney x male!reader

(English is not my mother language, so sorry for any grammatical errors)

If you had to describe your life in one word, you could call it normal. You are a boy of good family, you study at an excellent college and your grades are absolutely excellent, you have a loving girl and many friends. Yes, luck has always turned on your side, even the most skeptical people became a little superstitious when they listened to your story.

But even if all your friends constantly ask you what your secret of success is, you never had the courage to reveal it. They would have taken you for a fool. It was obvious that part of your work was not your bag of flour, but every so often in your life who doesn’t need a hand?

Your mom has always told you since you were little some legends about leprechauns and how they brought good luck if their believers repaid them with some bread and some warm milk. And it seems quite absurd but you blindly believed in these fables, but above all you had the concrete proofs of their existence, because the food you left in your window was eaten by someone every night! Your mother justified this by saying that the food was eaten by the neighbor’s cat, but you never got discouraged.

Everything changed when one day the hot milk and the bread you left in your window were not eaten by anyone. You would have lied if you felt your heart crack slightly. But your courage didn’t stop fighting, you left that food again and again on the window, until at the end of that week and with the same result, you decided to give up. No leprechaun had come to see you and leave you some of his luck…What if your mother was right? If it was all fruit of your imagination?

And so you would have remained to regret if it hadn’t been for your group of trusted friends who invited you to a neighborhood pub, to drink a beer all together, between laughter and jokes. You accepted even if reluctantly, probably an evening of fun would have turned you away from negative thoughts and sad. So after having dressed quickly with a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, you went out to the meeting place.

The evening seemed to pass so slowly, that you would have given the gold of the world in order to be able to have fun as your companions could do, luckily your girlfriend had not come, she would have started to ask too many questions, to which you could not have given no answer … You just wanted to know why that “magic” had suddenly ceased, had you done something wrong? Were you crazy and just? Why was it so difficult to understand? By letting out a heavy sigh you walked away from your group of friends to approach the bar to order yet another glass of coca-cola, you didn’t love drinking very much and you were not ashamed to admit it. The barman was so busy that he didn’t even realize your raised hand, which was begging for his drink … ah that night was really unlucky.

“A glass of whiskey for me and a coca-cola flat for the brat next to me” said a husky masculine voice beside you. A tall, muscular man sat to your left, leaning his elbows heavily on the counter. Your eyes studied him with astonishment, while with as much astonishment you realized that the barman had begun to prepare your drinks. The man turned his gaze on yours and frowned, giving you a bold smile. For a moment you felt a sensation of goose bumps all over your body. “Oh come on (y/n) don’t look at me with that mistreated child’s look, I know exactly what you like” said the red-haired man, taking his glass of whiskey in his hand, drinking it all at once.

“H-How do you know my name?” You asked stammering, and if he was a…stalker?

“Ah…little petulant human, I know all about you, ever since you were tall like this” the man replied with a slight laugh as he indicated the height of his calves.

“You…You are crazy, you have a second attempt to explain to me how you know me before I call the police!” You exclaimed defensively. The red-haired man snorted bored, rolling his eyes.

“Oh fuck please don’t even call them the cops, I went out by miracle from the fucking police station…” he commented with a tired and nervous tone “I remembered you more kindly” he admitted, snapping his tongue on the palate.

Without hesitating another second you got up from your stool and with a firm step you started out of the pub, looking for any signal to be able to call the police or 911. You were about to activate the call, when suddenly a wide hand and strong, he tore your cell phone out of your hands, throwing it to the ground and breaking it into a thousand pieces. “Really (y/n)? Is that how you became, a hysterical pussy ready to ask for help and squawk like a fucking chicken?” said the red-haired man with an angry tone. "You know? I thought I’d come looking for you tonight, to apologize for my absence, for not having eaten the good food you had prepared me with so much affection the previous evenings, for not having supported you with my luck. But do you know what it is? fuck you, fuck you, your fucking prayers and your fucking hot milk and bread”

Did the words of that stranger leave you blown away, luck? Bread and milk? It was not possible… “You are…a leprechaun?” He asked in a whisper for fear of having misunderstood everything, there was probably some strange drug in that coca-cola. “Fuck! Bingo we have Mr intelligence!” the leprechaun replied bitterly “You also want a kiss and hug, so you feel more special?” “You know what? after all I don’t mind at all that you disappeared, I don’t even want luck from an asshole like you!" you screamed at the man with contempt, blinded by nervousness, while turning heels you went to your house.

Sweeney clenched his hands in two fists, to see you walk away from him was something that gripped him, his worst nightmare. How could he tell you that he had lost his lucky coin? And that without it he couldn’t have given you everything you needed? Well, what could he do …? In the end you were tied to him just for something selfish, you just wanted some luck and success, and what would the poor leprechaun hold in his hands if he lost both his powers and you?

As soon as you got home you locked the door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake your parents. You sat on the bed and bringing your hands in your hair, you were immersed in your thoughts. Your emotions were a mix of adrenaline and anxiety, happiness and anger. Was it all true then? Did leprechauns exist, like so many other supernatural creatures ?!

"The last time I saw you like this was because you were afraid of thunderstorms as a child, (y/n)” you suddenly looked up at the imposing figure of Sweeney, who leaned his back against the wall.

“Jesus Christ! How did you get in?” you asked awkwardly.

"Nah, I’m better than that hippie” Sweeney commented, licking his lips. “It’s no use hiding it, I know you want to know why I’ve been missing for weeks…but I doubt you’ll like the answer, brat” he added suddenly serious, catching your attention.

“Then talk..”

“I fucked up (y / n), I lowered my guard in a fight with an idiot named Shadow Moon and now my source of luck is in the hands of his bitchy-wife…” the leprechaun said, getting closer towards you, to then kneel beside the bed so as to stand on your same height.

“Without my luck, I can’t fulfill your desires…I can’t protect you and without my lucky coin the people around me die like flies…if I lose you…I will never forgive myself” he admitted sighing heavily. “I can’t lose you too, I don’t want to be the cause of your death, rather I prefer to let you go, but aware that your life will not become a disaster”

There is a moment of silence, and while you stand still on the reflections you hear, Sweeney took the opportunity to stand up and walk away from you. How to think about how to deal with future suffering? How to think that the small gestures they make for him every day from your thirst for luck?

“Even if your delicacy of a bison, I feel that you are not a danger to me…”

“Sure? But come on (y/n)…There is no future with me…" the man said, scratching his head and biting his lip as he looked at you” In my centuries-old existence few people have entered my heart and the I lost…all of them…you are part of my heart (y/n)“ those words made you roll your eyes "And I love you and it scares the hell out of me" he admitted with a small smile with his fragile voice.

"What do you?” You asked incredulously.

“Ah (y/n) don’t lie to me, you asked me for a girlfriend so you won’t be fooled by your friends. Do you think I don’t know about your bisexuality, brat?”Sweeney said with an amused laugh.

It was really incredible…that leprechaer knew everything and everything about you even your most intimate and secret secrets.

“I know you would never be able to feel any feelings for a being like me anyway, so now that I told you the fuck you like, I take the trouble off” Sweeney concluded as he walked to the window.

No, you didn’t want him to leave, not now that your heart was beating mad, he had abandoned you once and you didn’t want it to happen again. Your arms wrapped around your chest as your face sank into his muscular back.

“Please…stay with me” you whispered timidly as your heart took control of your mind. You could feel that even the heart of the red-haired man had started beating quickly “I promise to cook you the warm milk and the best bread in the world” you add almost to corrupt him and in fact Sweeney let slip yet another sly laugh.

So without thinking about it much, he broke the embrace and turned to you with a smirk he said “Well if you tell me this way, I could do a little thought of it” he said, amused and without further delay, took your face in his hands, approaching the tips of your noses, which gently rubbed, to then make room for a soft kiss on the lips.

At that point you had ascertained that your heart was completely deceased, those chapped and hungry lips had sent your brain out of tune and the only thing you wanted at that moment was to go deeper into that kiss so sinful.

Sweeney seemed to read your mind and in fact he opened his lips, tapping the tip of his tongue against your mouth, searching for more contact. You gave him permission to move forward immediately and so you both enjoyed that supernatural and special kiss.

You walk away a few millimeters after an interminable time, to catch your breath and with a small smile you whispered, giggling “It is incredible how much I’m in love with a leprechaun, who is so stupid that he hasn’t told me his name yet”

“Sweeney, my name is Mad Sweeney”

#08

– Taiga 🐯

#american gods #american gods imagine #american gods imagines #scenario #smut #fluff #mad sweeney #madwife #shadow moon #mr wednesday #mr nancy #reaction #love #kiss #male reader

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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NSFW from an aged up Narancia :0 plssss. Maybe something like, he gets Mad at you for anything, and when you come up to him to solve it (because he is your best friend and was acting really weird lately) things get heated 🌚🌚

Hello, dear anon! Oh boy, this was my first smut scenario ever, I hope it’s ok! And, since it wasn’t specified, I went with a fem s/o. Hope it’s fine!Note: Narancia here is aged up, so absolutely in age. Don’t hit me with nsfw on minors, please

(Under the cut for NSFW!)

You and Narancia knew each other since years. You had joinedPassione just few months after him. You went from being a starving homeless tobeing an official member with a stand of the most powerful gang of all Italy.

Out of the small team you were assigned to, Narancia was themost friendly. You had the same age as him and his cheerful and funny attitudeenraptured you immediately. After almost a year wandering in the streets allalone, his warm presence was a balsam for your wounded soul.

You fought side by side many times, learning your respectivecombact styles, mended your wounds and watched each other’s back. You hangedout together a lot, wandering through the market stalls, stealing and apple ora peach and running away when you got caught, even if it rarely happened,laughing ‘till you were out of breath.

You became best friends in a matter of weeks. He was yourrock and confident and you really couldn’t image your life without him.

Years passed and the gang noticed how close you andAerosmith’s user were. Sometimes Mista joked about you being “lovely-dovey”,when you were chilling in a cuddle pile or hugging each other. The first timesyou both yelled at Mista to mind his business, but now you found yourselfblushing at the thought of being “lovely-dovey” with him. Narancia wasstrangely silent, and loosened his grip on you, a faint blush on his cheeks,and almost couldn’t look in your eyes.

You really hadn’t thought about him in that way. He wasyour best friend… or maybe more?

Everything changed the day of his 21th birthday. You stormedin his room like usual, ready to drag him out to party, but his room was empty.You blinked, confused.

“Nara?” you called, searching for him. He was already prettyweird since few weeks, but something like this never happened before. Worryclenched your gut as you sprinted out the HQ, searching for him. You ran to allyour favourite spots, but he seemed to be vanished in thin air.

You suddendly remembered that, on his birthday, he alwayspayed a visit to his beloved mother’s grave. You turned on your heels and ranat the graveyeard at maximum speed.

You stopped dead on your tracks when you saw that Naranciawas there, yes, but not alone. He was yelling to an older man who you didn’tknow.

Narancia was screaming and, to your utter stupor, hot tearsrolled down his cheeks.

“You let her die! You would have let me die as well! Younever cared about mom or me, and now you want to play good dad? You’re 21 yearslater!” he shouted, staring at his, apparently, dad’s stern face.

“It’s not too late for you, Narancia. You can still besaved. You can come home and stop being a mafioso, you can have a normalli-“

“I don’t want to! They’re my family! I’ll never leavethem and I’ll be out of mafia just as a corpse!” Narancia’s father’s eyebrowstwitched and his mouth thinned in a cold and bitter line that made you shiver.

“You were always been a stupid child. An ignorant and stupidchild. No surprise, you’re like your mother.” Your eyes widened when you sawthe shimmer of his folding knife and you ran towards them the exact moment whenNarancia charged for his father.

“Nara, no!” you yelled, putting yourself in his tracks.Narancia’s eyes widened and he stopped himself just at few centimeters fromyou. You grimaced, feeling a little pain coming from your forearm, where theknife had scratched you.

“What are you doing here?” he growled, his eyes full of rageand hatred. You put your hands on his, loosening his grip on the knife.

“It’s not worth, Nara. Don’t stain your hands with hisblood.” You murmured, trying to calm him down. Narancia gritted his teeth,turning his face away from you.

“This is not your business.” He spat, freeing his hands fromyours and running away. You stayed still, in deep shock. You didn’t even hearthe other man’s voice, but you snapped when you registered “friend of that stupidboy.”.

“Shut up, you asshole!” you hissed, finally running toNarancia. You catched him almost at the HQ and you screamed his name. Naranciastopped dead and you almost bumped on him.

“You shouldn’t have seen it nor get involved.” He murmuredin a quiet and dangerous tone that made you shiver.

“I… I’m sorry, Nara. I couldn’t let you kill your father.”Your eyes sting and your vision was blurred by hot tears.

“You know nothing. Don’t you dare to judge me or my actions.He deserved to die, and you fucking stopped me!” he roared, finally snapping.You twitched, trying to reach his hand, but he put himself out of reach.

“Leave me alone.” He growled, entering the HQ. You stayedstill for a long time, not able to move or even think.

It was so wrong.

Your heart ached like it never did. Why? You had have reallyclose friends and you had argued with them, but you never felt so utterlydestroyed.

Was this a broken heart?

You hide in your room for all the evening and the followingday, faking a cold. At the third day, however, Bruno himself came to talk toyou.

“Y/N, I know you don’t have a cold, as much as Naranciadoesn’t have bubonic plague, as he’s saying. I think you should talk and solveyour problems. You can’t hide forever.” He calmly said to your curled form,before closing gently the door. You sighed heavily, recognizing the truth inBruno’s words, and you slowly got up, leaving the blanked behind you. Yousoftly patted to Narancia’s bedroom and lightly knocked. No answer.

“Nara? It’s me. Please…” you pleaded, with a sad tone. Stillno answer. You chose, then, to enter without his permission.

The room was enveloped in a cold penumbra. You could seeNarancia’s form under the blankets, unmoving.

You approached him, sitting on the edge of his bed. Hesquirmed, when you touched him, and you sighed again, defeated.

“I’m sorry, Nara. I’m really sorry. I should have minded mybusiness… I didn’t want you to do something you could have regretted. I… I wantjust the best for you, I can’t stand to see you sad… but I was nosy and Ishouldn’t have to. I’m sorry.” You rambled, sniffling. Narancia shifted andreached for your right arm. A thin slash, caused by his knife, marred it.Narancia brushed it with his thumb, finally emerging from under the blankets.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I am the one who’s sorry.” Hemuttered, his eyes on the slash.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I shouldn’t havesnapped at you, I shouldn’t have been so horrible and… and God I’ve woundedyou, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he stuttered, pressing his forehead on yourforearm, dampening it with tears.

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you, Y/N, I’d be lost…”he openly cried, desperately hugging you. You crashed on him, crying as well,hiding your face in his neck.

He nuzzled your face, kissing your hair and forehead,muttering apologies on apologies. You were so overwhalmed by relief that youstarted to kiss back his face, his watery eyelids, his adorable nose, his plumplips.

He froze, widening his eyes. After few seconds, you cameback to yourself and froze as well, breaking the kiss.

“Nara, I… I…”

“You meant it?” he murmured, staring deeply in your stillteary eyes. You blushed deeply, nodding shily. You couldn’t deny your feelingsanymore: they were too obvious.

“Thank God.” He whispered, before kissing you again. You stumbled,clinging to him, not believing it. He felt the same towards you.

He liked you. He loved you.

You closed your eyes, sinking you hands in his silky bangsand pressing yourself on him. Narancia kissed you back eagerly, hugging youimpossibly tight, happy beyond imagination.

He pressed his forehead on yours, smiling brightly at you,giving some pecks on your lips and face and jaw.

“Since when did you… you feel like that?” he nuzzled hisface in your neck, kissing it devotely. He was always handsy and full of enthusiasmtowards physical affection and you couldn’t complain less.

“I think since a long time.” You whispered, softly caressinghis chest. You squealed when he nibbled your neck, before giggling softly.

“Too fast?” he watched you with big violet eyes full ofadoration and, you noticed, a hint of lust. You shook your head, giving him akiss and grazing his lower lip with your teeth, muffling his low moan.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do it…” you smiled onhis lips, your eyes full of sincerity and need. He smiled back, a bit shy,squeezing lightly your hips.

“Uh-uh, really, babe?” he went back to your neck, kissing,nibbling and licking it, relishing in your soft sighings and trembling. He lethis hands wander under your shirt, on your navel, up to your breasts.

“Are you really sure? We can st-” his words got lost in amoan, when you grinded on his obvious erection.

“More than sure.” You boldly took your shirt off, gigglingsoftly at the faint blush spreaded on his cheeks.

“C’mon, you can touch.” You spurred, blushing. Narancia torehis gaze away from your breasts and smirked at you with his usual cheerfulnessand, now, with lust.

“If you ask so gently…” he whispered, latching again hismouth on your neck and unclasping, a bit sloppily, your bra.

His mouth wandered on your collarbone, going down to yourbreasts, covered by his warm hands.

“God, you’re so beautiful…” his husky voice made you squirmand grind again, searching for the friction you needed. He groaned, smirkingand licking one of your nipples.

“We’re needy, aren’t we?” he lightly bit your nipple,eagerly welcoming your moans and arched back. His free hand’s fingertipsbrushed your navel, popping the button of your jeans open. You gulped, knowingwhat will come next.

“Already damp?” your cheeks were burning as well as his.

“Stop teasing…” you whimpered and a moment later you winced,feeling his hand under your panties. You crashed on him, bucking your hips onhis hand, searching for more friction, more attentions that he gladly gave you,massaging fervently your clit.

“More…” you whispered on his hear, nibbling not so gentlyhis earlobe. He accomplished, sliding a finger in you, moaning when he feltyour walls clenching arount it. He slipped a second finger, enchanted by themelody of your moans and, when he felt that you were close, a third one. You tooka fist of his hair in your hand and pulled his head up, crashing your lips onhis and muffling your final moan in his mouth. Your hips bucked one last time,before you collapsed on him, breathing heavily with a lazy and satisfied smile.Narancia lovingly kissed your cheek, chuckling.

“What a ride, eh?” you laughed weakly, pulling him in a softkiss.

“And now it’s your turn, big boy.” You smirked, delighted bythe blush on his cheeks and the lust in his eyes.

You mentally noted to thank Bruno, once finished. It wasgoing to be a long and pleasant morning.

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #narancia ghirga #aged up character #fem s/o #sin writings #scenario #anon ask

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that1normalkidd · 5 years

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Monsters Don’t Need Hearts Chapter 11

Obsession- noun

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

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The next morning I woke to a familiar coldness, though it brought a comfort to me which I hadn't felt since Thor and the others had been imprisoned.

Loki's breathing was faint, the rising and falling of his chest was mesmerizing in it's own way.

My fingers gently pressed against the silk like fabric which covered his slender chest. But of course my curiosity poked at me, wanting to feel the soft flesh beneath.

Carefully, as to not disturb him from his slumber I traced along his collar bone, then his left pectoral. The smoothness of his skin for someone who often found himself in the cross hairs of fights he started, a porcelain white almost.

Further down my fingers traveled not wanting to stop but also not wanting to wake him.

A small groan escaped from him as his body shifted closer to my own unconsciously, or so I thought.

The bed beneath us was beyond comfortable, it was almost as though I was floating in a sea of memory foam.

Then it hit me, causing me to quickly jolt up.

Last night.

We...kissed.

The memory itself caused a fit of euphoria within me as I recalled it, tenderly pressing my fingers against my lips. I could still taste the lavender...the rich spearmint.

It should sicken me that I can feel myself falling for a man who; a few years ago, was hellbent on the destruction of earth and the other 9 realms. Though as my (E/C) eyes rested on his sleeping figure I saw a different man entirely. One who cared for the people he ruled over, one who sought to bring prosperity to a world which in hindsight was on the verge of collapse. The world 5 years ago thought nothing more of the frost giant than a spoiled child who lashed out violently when he didn't get what he desired and even I thought the same for the longest time but...after being a servant within his castle for 3 years, watching how he interacted with the other workers I've come to believe differently. Smiles from him are still a rarity that I often relished in when it was found, a beauty in it's own right.

One day she will leave you brother. Or another man will take her from you. Such a gorgeous being and yet you let her waste away while you run off on your adventures.

What do you mean Loki.

You know well of what I mean.

Gently I trailed my fingers along his jawline, then his cheeks. For a moment I admired the faint pink blush which dusted them, smiling a bit as I did so. His skin may have been cold but I found an odd warmth to it. A single strand of his raven black hair had slightly obscured my view but I pushed it aside and gently parted his lips with my thumb.

I shouldn't feel this way for this man but I do.

He's Thor's brother.

This is...wrong...it has to be wrong...but yet it feels right.

"Didn't I tell you that it's wrong to stare kitten?"

Loki muttered, his voice gruff as he opened his emerald green orbs to stare into my own.

My eyes widened and I quickly attempted to jerk my hand away but he took it in his grasp.

"I did not tell you to pull away did I?"

If the man wanted to harm me he would've done so already so I let out a sigh and tucked a piece of my (H/C) hair behind my ear.

It was strange...unlike the rest of his body his hands were incredibly warm, inviting me almost.

"Do you not remember what we did last night?" I replied.

With a seemingly dissatisfied grunt the god of mischief propped his body weight onto his right elbow, eyes studying every bit of my figure and then...a smile.

That smile...

"How could I not? The softness of your lips, the tenderness of your skin," his touch was gentle as he reached up to caress my face. "I watched for years (Y/N)...of the lack of affection my brute of a brother never provided. Be mine (Y/N). Let me ravish you. Cherish every inch of body and lavish you with a love Thor could never fathom of giving you."

His voice was a near whisper, husky as his touch sent a shiver down my spine.

"Be my queen (Y/N). Rule beside me."

My body froze at his sudden request.

He couldn't possibly be serious could he?

I took his hand from my cheek, though inside my instincts screamed against it.

"Loki you've gone mad."

You truly believe that she will love someone like you brother? You are nothing more than a lair. A selfish being who has an ego that you yourself can not keep contained.

I can care for her more than you ever could.

You've gone mad Loki. A lost boy who has gone mad.

Within an instant the gentleness and warmth I could see swimming around his eyes was gone, replaced with a coldness that was all too familiar. The quickness of the change was almost...freighting.

"Have I (Y/N)? Have I truly?" His voice raising as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, taking a handful of his raven locks within his grasp.

I did the same, looking around for the clothes I had worn the night before.

"I would never be your queen! My friends are still rotting away in the dungeon YOU put them in and you simply expect me to accept that? To rule beside the likes of you? Loki you are a fool!" The words I spoke were contradictory of what I was feeling inside.

Loki cared for me.

Or so I thought he did.

He was beginning to open up to me.

But I had to be careful. I didn't have a choice. Loki was the God of Mischief and Lies. Everything coming out of his mouth could all be some lie to hide some sinister plot he was conceiving.

"Watch your tongue (Y/N)..."

I turned to face him, finding that he was staring directly back at me from the other side of the bed. I wanted nothing more than to calm my nerves but I had already gone this far, why stop now?

"I will not! I am with your brother! Or did you forget that?!" I yelled.

His fingers curled up within the palms of his hands, turning even whiter than they usually were.

"MY BROTHER IS A FOOL. A MAN BLINDED BY HIS OWN ARROGANCE AND PRIDE TO CHERISH WHAT IS FRONT OF HIM," The sudden loudness of his voice caused me to jump. "For months you laid in your bed longing for his touch, his love but he never dared give it to you. HE NEVER DARED. I only sat and watched...planning and plotting. To make you mine and show the ignorant buffoon how to truly relish in a such a beautiful creature. But yet you stand here before me after the events of last night to try and fool me? Loki, God of Lies that you still care for him? That you still care for the humans you call your friends? You've seemed to have forgotten all about them!"

Outside the bedroom door voices mixed among-st themselves.

'What's going on in there?'

'What idiot upset Loki this time?'

Guilt and fear gripped me, holding me still in my place as I suddenly found myself unable to look at him.

No.

Of course I still cared for my friends.

For Thor...

I was only...only...falling for his brother.

"I-i..."

Why can't I talk?

The only noise I could make was a sigh, furrowing my brows together frustrated.

He was right...and having to admit that was a defeat in and of itself.

Suddenly a coldness shot through my cheeks, causing me to look up and find the new ruler of Midgard before me.

Loki gently cupped my face within his hands, closing any gap that there was between us.

"You cannot lie to me kitten. Your heart no longer belongs to him...but to me. Though your will is remarkable...stronger than any mortal I have dealt with before... I will break it...as I have done to many others. Tell me...(Y/N), how long until that happens. How long until you succumb to the thoughts that you keep casting aside."

His voice became nothing more than a murmur as he pressed his lips against the crook of my neck.

This is...wrong.

So wrong but yet I can't pull away.

All I could do was give him the faintest moan, pressing my hands against his slender chest in a weak attempt to push him away. I couldn't even call it an attempt.

I will make her mine brother. One day you will look back only to find my lips upon hers, ravishing what you took for granted.

You dare lay a finger on her brother and that will be your last.

The coldness of the gods breathe caused me to shutter as I could feel my will, which I had prided myself on for so long snapping.

"I will ravish you kitten...in ways my brother never could."

There was meeting that was to be held today was there not? A diplomatic one with the frost giants of Joutenhiem.

It was quiet hard to believe that the brutes were capable of anything other than swinging at the first thing that moved in a rage but I and the other servants were proved wrong. At this rate he'll be late...

"M~my king yo-u...have a d~diplomatic...meeting..." I breathed out, reaching up to tangle a hand within his thick locks.

His kisses were gentle and so was his touch.

"They can wait...now say that again kitten...call me your king."

I wanted to pinch myself to make sure that I hadn't fallen asleep cleaning again. If this was another dream i'd sulk in the shower for a good hour.

Loki though did it for me as his hand found itself resting on the small of my back, finger nails digging almost painfully into my side.

"M~my king."

I'll run my fingers along those...beautiful curves. Grasp hold of her breast and give it squeeze...oh Thor (Y/N) won't know what to do with herself. She is...only a weak mortal is she not? A mortal that I will claim as my own.

WATCH YOUR TONGUE LOKI.

Suddenly I was lifted off my feet and was tossed back onto the bed I had just gotten myself out of though this time there was a god above me, kissing along my jawline and humming against the flesh.

"I will make you mine kitten."

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